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Exploring Raffe's Perversions
Part Five
Raffe fidgeted stiffly and sat up straighter on his chair. It was the following Tuesday morning and he'd come over on his way into uni. He didn't need to go urgently, though, so I'd made us a cup of coffee and we'd been sitting there since, chatting and flirting and both getting turned on so that now it would seem like an anticlimax if he just went and sat on the toilet.
`I ought to get moving soon,' he said, glancing regretfully at his watch.
`You have to? What time's your lecture?'
`Eleven. It's a pain cos it's my only class today. Otherwise I'm free all day, and...'
He caught my eye and grinned, and all of a sudden I knew what he was thinking. He had his head on one side again, like I'd seen before when he was horny and submissive and wanted me to make him do naughty things. He was asking me to lead him astray, and I was only too happy to oblige.
Do you have to go to that lecture?' I asked, raising an eyebrow. I'm actually on leave today so I'm not in a hurry, and if you're not...'
`Um, well, I suppose I could miss it. I don't often miss lectures, but...'
`Maybe I should tie you up, so you can't make it?!'
`Maybe. And make me hold it til I'm really desperate and I can't go to the toilet.'
I twigged what he was thinking then. It wasn't being tied up that excited him; it was needing a shit and not being allowed to do it, and I could guess where that might end up. I was up for that, and there was no way he was going into uni now. He fidgeted on his chair again and glanced down, wincing almost imperceptibly.
`You busting?' I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
`Yeah, I am a bit now. I went really early yesterday, and I had a big lunch. I feel really full!'
Good!' I leaned in a bit closer. But you can't go until I tell you now! You're banned from the toilet and you can't take your pants down, and you're gonna shit when and how I tell you. Okay?'
He just nodded and tried to look meek, despite his dancing eyes. I could make him shit in some strange position, or do it on the balcony where he couldn't be seen but where my neighbours might smell it, or make him stand naked with his hands on his head like a naughty boy, until he lost control and shat on the floor. We'd fantasised together about all of them. That day, though, we both knew what was going to happen.
`So, do you want to change your pants? I'll get you some to wear, just in case...'
`Aw, no, you wouldn't make me poo myself, would you Jamie?!' he grinned.
I went and got him a pair of pants, cheap white trunks of the kind I bought to have fun. I was a bit slimmer than him but they were nice and stretchy, and when he put them on they fitted snugly around his bottom and tightly around his thighs. He'd had a big dangling semi when he went to pull them up and now it quickly grew into a full hard-on that made his crotch bulge like a tent. We both knew he wouldn't be taking them off again for a while. I gave him a pair of trackie bottoms to put on instead of his jeans too, sat him back down to watch as he got desperate, and gave him an espresso to bring it on more quickly.
For some reason I always remembered one morning when Raffe had worked for me, when I'd seen him go by on his morning walk to the toilet and something about his expression had struck me. He looked serious, almost like that hard expression he wore when he was thinking hard, but with a touch of shyness about it; perhaps the look of a lad trying not to show he was desperate for a shit. Sure enough, he'd left big skidmarks and a pungent smell in the toilet. Now he wore the same expression again, sitting stiffly and shuffling his bottom uncomfortably on the wooden chair as the pressure grew uncomfortable in his chute.
You look so cute when you're busting,' I teased him. Come on, let's go have a walk, see if we can make you really desperate!'
I took him off for a walk round the flat, made him squat and bob up and down on the spot, and sit on the toilet with his pants on in hopes that just being there would make him go. It didn't, but the movement did make the need to shit worse and he started to stand awkwardly, as thought he was clenching his bum tight. His face was a picture of stiff discomfort. Being with him when he needed a shit was always exciting, and now, with him desperate and denied control over when and where he relieved himself, it felt pleasantly dominant as well.
`Desperate now...?'
`Yeah,' he grunted shortly.
`Good! Come on, let's walk again. I wanna see you squirm!'
Now he began to get obviously desperate. When he walked he waddled awkwardly with his bum clenched tight, and when I got him to stand still by the front door he jiggled up and down on the spot, undignified and embarrassed. His erection had subsided to a semi, whereas I was rock hard.
Please Jamie,' he whined. I've really got to go to the toilet. Please, or I'm gonna poo my pants!'
Nope,' I said flatly, just as he wanted me to. You've got to learn to control your bowels. You shit when I tell you. Now, come on...'
He looked genuinely crestfallen as I led him back into the living room, where we both knew the final surrender would happen. I got him to pull his trackies down around his knees and stand like a naughty boy with his hands on his head. He jiggled and squirmed on the spot, trying to find some relief from the overpowering pressure up his arse, and then he stiffened all over and rose up on tiptoes, grunting with the effort. I got up from where I'd sat down to watch him, hand moving irresistibly to my flies, pulling my pants down so that my cock sprang out. The moment had arrived.
Come over here,' I told him. Turn round and stick your bum out.'
When he turned to come over I saw that his erection was rising again. He stood in front of me, breathing heavily, his trackies down and T-shirt hitched up to show a broad strip of his back above the waistband of his trunks, which hugged his bottom beautifully. He glanced round at me over his shoulder, met my eyes and smiled. All at once the dominant feeling faded away and intimacy took its place, both of us loving this intense moment and anticipating with trembling hard-ons what was about to happen. Then he turned away again, stuck his bottom back further, and let out a deep, grunting sigh from deep inside.
`Uh!'
His arse relaxed with a clicking and a long squeak of gas, and then a thick log squelched out between his cheeks. It pushed his seat down and bent, so that it swelled to the right in a curve like a fat snake was sliding into his pants. The smell was warm and pungent and rich. It rolled out from him like a bank of dense smoke and filled the air in the living room. In the middle of it he let out a moan, right before his chute pushed harder and forced his log into his pants. Another crackling surge pushed his bulge down and sideways, and bulked it up into a chunky mound that squelched loudly as he pinched off his flow and squashed shit between his cheeks.
Oh!' he gasped ecstatically. Ooh...'
He twisted to one side momentarily and I caught a glimpse of his cock, standing up in his pants like a ship's bowsprit. He looked shocked and his eyes were wide. But then he turned away again, leaned forwards and put his hands on his knees, sighing with relief. His pants were bulging, lumpy on the left where his turd had piled up but smoother on the right, with the curve of that first fat turd pressed into the stretched cotton. The spectacle of him messing himself like this was incredible and the smell of it was to die for, and I could tell from his grunting that he had more to come.
Sure enough, he bent forward further and arched his back, and his bottom heaved as he strained. Deep between his cheeks his anus opened, and made faint slimy sounds as he began adding to his pile. He did it slowly, little clicks and `poofs' of gas forcing their way out as his pants swelled further, the mound forced away from his skin by the solid, smooth shit piling up behind. Then he farted into it properly, a big muffled rasp.
`'Scuse me!' he giggled.
`Ha, you're quite farty today, aren't you?! That's a big one! Have you ... oh, that's more, isn't it?!'
He nodded, straining and forcing another little turd into his crack, and then straightened up, swaying his hips and sighing in his throat. Then he turned round to me fingering his cock through his pants, a patch of glistening cum soaking through at its end.
`Pooed myself!' he grinned coyly.
Mm, yeah, and you smell!' I said teasingly. Feel nice?!'
`Oh yeah! It's really heavy, and it's all warm and gooey!'
`Can I see it? I wanna look!'
`Yes! You can see my poo if you want! Then ... will you make my bum all messy?'
`Yeah, and then cum all over it!'
Quickly I pulled off the rest of my clothes and he took off his T-shirt, and then I took him through to the bathroom, walking behind him to watch his mound pushing about on his bottom. Twice I got him to stop and squat down, so that it pressed on his skin, tweaking his hole and massaging his balls and the sensitive bit behind. Both times he straightened up again sharply, grunting, with his dick leaking cum into his crotch. When we got into the bathroom I fumbled it out of his flies, freeing it to wave about in the open air and dribble onto the floor. Then I got him to bend and put his hands on the side off the bath, and pulled out his waistband to see what he'd done.
His shit was big and solid, that gorgeous rich ochre colour again, with darker flecks and the odd bit of sweetcorn buried in the dense brown matter. I bent and looked at it closely, sniffed at the smell rising from it and wanked hard. Then I let his waistband go and started running my fingers all over the bulge, feeling its solidity and warmth through the cotton, and making him grunt and gasp when I pressed lightly, cupped it in my hand and pushed it lightly to and fro.
Sit in your poo!' I hissed into his ear. Sit in it and get a really messy bottom for me to spunk all over!'
He just grunted and nodded, and let me lead him over to the toilet with his cock pulsating. When I put the lid down he turned around in front of it and slowly lowered himself down, squatting until his bulge touched the seat and I heard it squish. He let out a wild moan. Then he closed his eyes and sat on his pile.
Oh!' he grunted. Oh fuck...'
He nearly came as his turds squashed across his bottom and shot forward around his balls. His dick jerked and dribbled onto the seat and his thighs, and I could see him trying to resist grabbing it and wanking to a climax there and then. When I touched him he let out a yelp and edged again.
`Oh Jamie, I gotta cum!' he groaned, his face contorted.
`So've I...'
We both grabbed our cocks then. He squealed and shot all over himself almost at once, even whilst I stood over him wanking hard, only to cum and shoot my load so it spattered across his face and chest.
Cleaning up took a while. When he pulled his pants down in the shower he had shit plastered all over his bottom and smeared down the back of his thighs, and he'd left a big brown stain on the toilet seat. I took his pants and bagged them up, and cleaned up the bathroom whilst he hosed away the mess from his body and disinfected himself. Then when I'd bleached the surfaces and floor I stripped and joined him in the shower, and we washed each other down with soap and shower gels, until he was as fresh and clean-looking as when he'd arrived.
That felt so good!' he smiled before he left. I never thought dirtying my pants would be so, erm, sexy! I wanna do that again. But next time you gotta cane me so I poo my pants with a sore bottom!'
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