Harry's Shitty Weekend – Part 1
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Note: The story contains unprotected sex; I'm not an advocate for unprotected sex, but I'm excluded from the story for your reading enjoyment.
Harry wore his lucky yellow jockstrap as he entered the campground's barn. It was midday on the first day of the event, as most guests arrived the previous night, getting settled in and socializing. A sea of all types of men gyrated to the pumping music as the festivities were about to begin. The D.J. kept playing the energized music as the guys whooped and hollered on the dance floor. A sea of shirtless men waved their hands as they partied with the deejay. It was the ultimate fetish weekend, and there were a lot of jockstraps, leather, rubber, military wear, and even naked men. Every once in a while, the deejay would announce a number, and a guy would fight across the dance floor toward the appointed door. The host ushered the man through the door, closing it to the world.
Other guys stood around drinking and chatting as others reveled in the energetic music. Harry stood by the bar indiscriminately drinking beer and watching the festivities abound. Guys would approach the bar and exchange pleasantries with him as they ordered their drinks. Harry sat there patiently, smiling pleasantly at the next patron who ordered. Harry was there for another reason. He was part of the organized entertainment. He was in his designated spot, waiting for his number to be announced. He was anxious and excited at the same time. Thinking, `If they only knew what I was here for.'
But one of the rules was not divulging the event you volunteered for.
For those select men, the initiation ceremony started with a spotlight on the loft's balcony, and the sea of bodies below would watch. Suddenly appearing on the spot was the brave participant who waded through endless dancing bodies on his way to the prized door. The guys would whistle and catcall, supporting the brave soul. The host would assist in the recruit stripping in front of the massive crowd. Once the recruit was down to wearing nothing, a master would be assigned. Most didn't know what the recruit's assignment. They were just interested in seeing a naked body. Most lost interest after the initial unveiling and continued dancing. Those paying attention could probably guess what camp event the recruit was heading to. The hint would be. based on what the assigned Master was wearing. This particular muscular Master wore black leather pants with a red stripe.
The patrons rudely commented about the big bottom while others excitedly left for the event destination. As the initiation ritual continued, the recruit would enter the glass-partitioned shower. He would lather up while the crowd could watch. It was a cheap thrill for the revelers, whooping above the loud beating music. While others continued dancing, paying no mind, others stood around with drinks to watch. It was a voyeur's paradise. Some men would openly grope themselves as they partake in the decadence.
It was the fetish weekend at the farm campground. Located in the mountains in a small, rural area. It wasn't far from an airport and remote enough not to worry about the outside world. The yearly event was held over the extended weekend. The farm was converted into a campground, and several outbuildings held special events depending on the theme. The camp this weekend was divided into several fetishes. Those who were hard-core would stay in those designated camps to participate or be entertained. Others would meander through the different camps, wanting to satisfy their curiosities. The guys purchased tickets for the special events that occurred around the clock.
Somewhere a guy might be getting whipped, another fist fucked, and so on. Those who just wanted to party wore their fetish and drunkenly meandered through the various campgrounds or just danced in the barn.
Harry chatted with a good-looking guy in a leather jock. He had some interest in getting to know this guy better. As the conversation continued, his leather jock fantasy mentioned he was there for the CBT camp as he eyed Harry's sizeable bulge. His friend reached out and grabbed Harry's bulge. Smiling, Harry fibbed and said he was there for the jock strap events. The guy seemed infatuated with Harry and offered to show him around. Harry's number was announced at this moment. Before excusing himself, he mentioned it was his number and wanted to know if the guy would meet up later. He was excited when the man agreed. Harry hugged the guy quickly. He turned to wade through the sea of sweaty dancing bodies.
His new-found friend stood there smiling, watching Harry reach the appointed door. Harry struggled as the partiers tried to dance with him, some pulling his jock strap. He would politely break free as he made his way. Once at the appointed location, Harry jumped up on the platform and proceeded toward the waiting host. When the host confirmed Harry was the correct recruit, he put his arms around Harry's shoulder, closing the doors behind him.
Away from the loud music, the host once again confirmed the information. The host introduced himself, mentioning that he was the one Harry had been communicating with about the invite. "Your profile is hot. You're even hotter in person," confided the host.
Harry knew what was expected when the host confirmed the site's name. The host smiled and "Ah, the formalities will only take a few," as he quickly glanced at the paperwork. Once he determined it was the proper paperwork, he handed it to Harry to sign. "This is the exact document I sent to you." Harry knew the terms of the agreement and quickly signed it. The host smiled and led him upstairs. He opened the trap door, allowing Harry to climb onto the balcony. Once on the balcony, the host reached for the spotlight switch. There, Harry appeared above the dancing crowd. A small group whooped as Harry appeared. The host kept out of the spotlight and asked Harry to strip. First, it was his shoes, pulling each with his opposite foot. Bending over, he removed each sock. Harry took a deep breath, thinking, "I'm such as slut' as he stepped out of the jockstrap. Naked as the day he was born. Picking up his possessions, he handed them to the host.
The host handed the articles to his assistant, who put them in a bin. Harry stood there naked, knowing what the reaction would be once he was presented to the Master.
The host slapped him on the butt, indicating he should enter the barn's shower. The warm water drenched his tight body. The thoughts about what was about to transpire raced through his head. He couldn't understand the shower, but it was explained that it was like preparing a virgin for a sacrifice. He knew his ritual contained two parts. The first part was for some hard-core guys competing for his service. The second was to be videoed and streamed over various websites as he fulfilled the ritual on the winning guy. Harry was selected for his talent and looks; these features would attract competitors.
With the party going on all around him, the guys watched as Harry seductively soaped his entire body. A big cheer roared when Harry turned and soaped up his ass. When he turned around, the crowd could see his rising cock. When they saw his hardening member, they whooped even louder. Though introverted outside the gay circles, Harry liked being the center of attention. Though most didn't know what was going to transpire, the thought of the event was causing his dick to throb as it leaked pre-cum. He stood there surveying the ocean of bodies below as most guys peered up at his soap-covered body.
Harry teasingly gyrated and danced to the music before rinsing. With the attention he was receiving, Harry's cock grew, jutting out straight in front of him.
When the warm water stopped, an assistant handed Harry a towel. He pressed his wet body against the glass, the giant cock trapped between the glass and his torso. His hands were on the glass, seductively arching his back. He shook the water out of his hair. All eyes were on him, and he loved every minute. Soaked, he stepped on the platform, toweling dry his wet body. The jeering and catcalling rang through the hall.
Once dried, Harry handed the towel to the host.
"You seem quite popular with the crowd," the host pointed out. At this point, Harry was present to his Master. The Master was a fine-looking Leatherman wearing crotchless chaps with brown stripes, a black jockstrap with a yellow line down the center of the pouch, and a black bar vest. The Master ordered Harry to step forward, allowing the Master to attach the collar around his neck.
Once snuggly secured, the chain was attached, and the recruit was led down the outside stairway. Harry, bare-naked, followed behind the Master with his head bowed. They walked down a gravel pathway with the stones biting into his feet. The Master quickened the pace as Harry tried to ignore the sharp pain in his soles. As they approached the camp, the distinct filled the air. The event was situated away from the rest of the camps. The vibe had a different mood than that of the partying revelers. In fact, it was referred to as the `pigsty,' a place where the hard-core bravely entered. As he was delivered to the most decadent part of the camp, there were fewer men, but they shared a passion for one thing. As the Master led him through the crowd toward the anointed venue, Harry felt the dirty hands of men assault his pristine body. The odor was undeniable. The thought of being plunged into a vat of excrement made his cock throbbed.
Precum formed at the tip of his cock. The strings of the precious fluid dripped down onto his balls and thighs. The men were caressing his clean body, whispering their desire to him before the gate was opened. His Master pulled him close and unclipped the leash from his collar.
The gate was closed and locked behind him. The Master ordered Harry to turn around, and the Master removed the collar around Harry's neck.
Harry stood there naked, listening to the filthy Barker gathering up the crowd, asking who wanted to win this prime-looking man. He promised that in five minutes, they would be able to win their chance. The Master informed the Barker that the subject was present. The Barker announced the first prey for tonight's festivities to step forward for all to see. The crowd cheered as they saw the naked man. When the cheering subsided, Harry knew it was his cue to walk up the steps. The metal-grated steps were uncomfortable under his bare feet.
Reaching the top of the stairs, he stepped out onto the small plank that led to the muck pit below. The Barker, rubbing his belly, asked if anyone needed "To go." He pointed to Harry, reading aloud his skills. The Barker guaranteed that the winner would experience these delectable talents first handily." Moans could be heard from the crowd as the men whispered to each other. Calling out to Harry, the Barker gestured to the crowd, "This is the buffet which you will eat from. As you can see, my friends, this isn't your family picnic," the barber joked.
Harry stood there naked, drawing more spectators and several curious campgoers. The Barker asked Harry to turn around. He complied, turning his back to the crowd. The crowd whooped as Harry heard an applause of approval. "Bend Over, boy," the Barker ordered; "let these men see that hole." The Barker then asked Harry to face forward. Harry turned around as he was instructed, Harry's cock dripping a large amount of precum. The Barker pointed out the finer points of Harry's body as he tried to find a taker. The Barker instructed Harry to take his place. Harry walked to the edge of the plank. Grabbing the edge of the backdrop, he leaned in to prop up the collapsed toilet seat. The recruit would listen for the locking mechanism's click by raising the reinforced toilet seat.
When the recruit heard the click, he would check that the seat was secure. With a nicely placed grip, the recruit maneuvered onto the suspended seat. When triggered, the hinge would unlock, allowing the seat to drop against the backboard, leaving the lucky occupant plunging downward to his demise in the filthy, murky water four feet below. The men watched in silence as Harry bent over to place the seat in the upright position. The audible click was greeted with cheers. Harry looked out at the crowd and smiled. Grabbing the bar, the crowd was silent. He struggled to take his seat, as he didn't want to fall in. He sat proudly on the toilet seat, the only thing that kept him from falling into the slimy pit below.
Nervous, he took a deep breath. Exhaling to relax himself as he sat about the dreaded pit. Taking another deep breath, he started coughing from the smell that arose from the pit; the sea of brown mixture waited to devour him. He felt the warm summer air against his naked body as the putrid tank wafted in the stifling summer heat.
He quickly grabbed the sides of the toilet seat, holding on over the disgusting cesspool below. His ass was hanging below the rim, his cock pointing forward, and his low-hanging balls were on full display. He quickly rubbed his eye, returning his hands to the sides of the seat. He sighed as he looked at the sludge below. He knew he would drop quickly into the nasty pit once the ball hit the red square target. It was a matter of time before he was the filthiest one in the whole campground.
He sat there as the Barker playfully called out to the audience. "This boy is too clean. Who wants to help tarnish this delectable treat?" The Barker continued sarcastically to motivate the crowd into dunking the meticulously handsome man into the sludge below. "Three balls, just one hit, win a free drink; two hits win a cash prize. All three hits win the man sitting up there," he points to Harry.
A larger crowd gathered, admiring the naked young man. But all passed on the opportunity, stating their "Athletic inabilities." Others claim they were just curious. The non-athletic, it would be more embarrassing to miss the target than for Harry to fall into sludge. Some spectators openly touched themselves as they fantasized about the fit man seated before them. The thought of that young man falling into the vat of shit excited quite a few.
A camera was placed by the seat as well as the surface of the tank. The event was being streamed live as well being displayed on large screens around the concession stand. Harry's naked body was in full view. Remote viewer's comments scrolled along the bottom of the split screens.
The Barker explained how he delivered the truckload of fresh manure from a local farm. This glorious morning, he and a few other pigs prepared the mixture with warm water and urine. Hinting, the buddies added some of theirs to the concoction. He continued about breaking up clumps and helping them dissolve, making the soupy mixture that now waits below. He points to Harry, "This is our first candidate to be dropped into our lovely handiwork. I'm surprised they allowed our squeaky-clean pig into our little soiree. We did our best, but it's still a little lumpy," Barker laughed. Harry could hear the gagging of spectators as the gleeful Barker proudly explained the mixture below.
Harry's feet dangled a few feet from the top of the sludge. He could feel the heat as the barnyard stench penetrated the humid air. The stillness of the air was causing his body to sweat. As he sat on display his stiff cock oozed precum. Harry excitedly waited to be swimming in the goop below.
The Barker continued that this fine young man would be dropped into six feet of sludge. "Who needs the service of this fine young man? I know I certainly would. I know you all want to, who has the balls to feed him? He's practically starving; we can't have starving men in this camp; this is the camp for well-fed men who want to share!"
The crowd seemed shy as they looked at Harry. Harry looked out at the crowd and saw several men jerking off while others helped their mates by lending a hand. The earlier beer put pressure on Harry's bladder; he was squirming and had to piss.
The Barker called to his assistant to give this man a drink. The assistant quickly handed Harry a beer. Harry sat there naked, with the urge to pee, chugging his beer.
Harry couldn't hold it any longer, so he handed the empty bottle to the assistant. He held on to the sides of the toilet seat and relaxed. His piss stream sprayed out from this rigid cock into the pit below. Harry could hear the moans of men cumming as they watched him piss.
The man Harry chatted with at the bar was the first to appear. He looked up at Harry and instantly recognized him. The man called out, "Fancy meeting you here. You disgusting pig." The Barker took his tickets and placed three balls on the counter. The assistant appeared, handing Harry swimming goggles.
Harry adjusted the swimming goggles around his head for his eyes. He would see the man below. Harry called out, "So you want me to eat your shit?"
The guy looked up and said "Yeah, while I squeeze your balls," and slammed the ball toward the square. Missing the first throw.
"Ah, too bad, I guess my balls are safe now."
The first pitcher picked up the next ball, "I want you to know I was the first to drop you," heaving the second ball toward the target.
Harry was waiting to be dunked but was surprised when he heard the thud of the ball and was still sitting there.
"Looks like you have one more try on your promise, maybe a drink later?" Harry teased.
The man grabs his jock, saying, I have something for you to drink." As he picks up the last ball.
"Oh! Really?" Harry said with a devilish smile as he raised his eyebrows.
The man lobbed the ball at the target. This face turned to disappointment.
Harry was disappointed as he sat there; the man he was interested in failed.
Harry urged, "Why don't you get your balls crushed and return."
The man gave the finger to Harry as he walked away from the crowd. Harry lifted his goggles and blew a kiss, but the man kept walking.
Harry yelled, "Who's next. I'm getting hungry up here". He sat there swinging his legs back and forth, holding onto the side of the toilet seat. Harry felt the pressure in his stomach. He just let it rip. The men cheered as they saw Harry's hole open on the large screen. More vulgar lines of text appeared at the bottom of the screen.
From the crowd, someone screamed, is there any in there for me?
Harry replied, "I'm the one up here. I want to be fed. Who wants to feed me?"
Another man stepped up. The Barker asked, "Are you full of shit?"
The man assured the Barker, "I have a seven-course meal for that bastard up there," as he nodded his head toward the man sitting on the throne.
"Let's see how you handle these balls," Harry teased. Harry put on his goggles, hoping maybe this pitcher was the one. "I'm tasting my meal ticket. I'm a very hungry boy. Please, please feed me!"
Harry sat at the edge of his seat, anticipating falling into the sludge. The man pulled his arm back and threw a fastball. It hit the side of the square. Harry was still sitting there. The man was definitely disappointed to see Harry still sitting there.
"Tease," called out Harry, "No dinner date with you."
The man was determined. He threw the next ball, again missing the target.
Harry looked at himself, "Look how disgusting I am. I'm squeaky clean."
He threw the third ball and still missed.
Harry put his arms behind his head and sniffed his underarms. Wow, they smell too clean. He placed the goggles around his neck while waiting for the next pitcher.
The Barker was trying to recruit the next participant. "Let's see this man feast on your tasty load. Can't you tell he is hungry?"
"We need to get him feeding," reminding them that the next recruit will sit in Harry's seat within the next hour. "Now, let's get this lad fed."
A big, burly man came up to the table. Handed his tickets to the Barker.
Harry looked at the big man before pulling down his goggles. "What do you have to eat?" Harry teased.
"Eat my shit, you fucking shit-faced whore," the man said aggressively as he confidently threw the ball. The bell rang as everyone watched the seat drop with a thud, with Harry plunged into the nasty pit of sludge.
The crowd cheered!
Harry surprisingly felt the seat give way from under him at that moment, as his arms flailed while he dropped into the engulfing warm liquid waste. Harry disappeared below the surface with a big splash. He felt the thick warmth surrounding his body. Darkness surrounded him, being suspended in the thickness. He waved his arms in front of him, feeling globs of shit suspended in the water as he tried to find the side. He sunk to the bottom, his feet sinking into the shit, squishing between his toes. He kicked up toward the surface. The crowd cheered when his head broke the surface, gasping for breath.
Harry blindly reached for the side with his hair matted to his head. He grasped the edge with both hands. He pulled himself up from the cesspool and quickly emerged from the rancid muck. The brown liquid ran off his body, dripping back into the wastewater as clumps of dug clung to his body.
Unexpectedly, Harry felt a buck of water thrown on his face, clearing his way to see. He looked around and saw the ladder rungs to the platform. His brown nakedness was exposed to everyone.
More moans come from the audience as they watch the shit-covered man climb up the ladder to the platform. Once safely on the platform, he slicks back his matted hair before he prepares the seat. Tightly grabbing the hand bar, he leans over the pool, fumbling to lock the seat. The crowd watches as he climbs on.
Sitting proudly with the filth clinging to his tinted body, Harry holds onto the slippery seat. A stench rose from his once pristine body. He reached down and stroked his brown cock. More moans come from the crowd.
"So, Hun, I think you're going to be delicious," Harry prods, flicking his tongue to the pitcher. "Turn around and let me see that ass".
The man turns around, twerking his ass at Harry before picking up the second ball. "Eat my shit, you vile scumbag," and aggressively throws the ball at the target.
Harry squatted at a fly when he realized he was falling into the abysmal pit. He falls with a loud splash, sending filth waves over the tank's side. He felt the brown murkiness engulfing his shit-stained body. Harry's body sunk deeper into the holding tank. Engulfed in animal excrement, his arms and legs flailing, sinking deeper into the murky sludge. He hits the bottom as his ass, hands, and feet sink into slimy sediment. The submerged man pushes off the bottom with his feet, swimming in the darkness toward the surface. He could feel the suspended matter with his face and shoulders as he swam upward. He quickly surfaces, gasping while grabbing for the side of the tank.
As his head breaches the murky surface, another bucket of warm water is thrown on his face. Being able to see Harry orient himself somewhat, he turns and climbs up the rungs to the platform. His throbbing cock bounced with each step up. The sludge drips off his body as blobs of shit drop into the water, splashing loudly.
More moans from the crowd can be heard as a lot of men pleasure themselves at the sight. He is noticeably darker with the second plunge. Every pore is filled with a shitty mixture. The foulness permeates the air.
Harry turns around on the platform and leans over as he prepares his place. He could feel the mixture run down his back as a group of men catcalled him. The wetness flowing over his hole made his cock throb. The humiliation of standing there in shit for the entire group to see turned him on more. The screens overhead display his throbbing cock as he wrestles the seat into place. He almost slipped off the platform but caught himself in time. Otherwise, it would have been headfirst in the disgusting pit.
The seat was slippery as he tried to position himself above the pit. The camera is back to his hole and balls as he sits there.
"I'm ready for a full-course meal," he calls to the man. He stroked his slimy dick, the precum dangling from the end of his cock, dripping toward the rancid pit below. The crowd cheers.
The pitcher picked up the last ball. Harry calls out," I'm all dressed for dinner," as he seductively licked his lip, looking at the stud. Not wanting to be distracted, the pitcher stood there momentarily in thought. His arm goes back, and his leg rises as he throws all his weight with the ball at the target.
Harry heard a thud as the angry man stood there in disbelief. The shit dripping off his body as he tries to remain on the slippery seat. His heart sank, knowing he was missing his meal.
"Come on, guys, I'm hungry," Harry called out.
The Barker started verbally humiliating Harry as he sat there. In turn, the humiliation stimulated Harry. The Barker knew there was someone that needed to feed Harry their shit. He called to Harry, "You look pretty fine sitting there covered in shit. What a sight to behold. The bouquet is giving me a boner." The Barker turned to the crowd, "Come on guys, imagine feeding this pig. Well, let's not imagine. Let's see this pig devour your ass full of shit. I want to see him gobble down what you have to offer? Even better if it's loose!" as he tried to encourage another participant in the crowd. Harry raised his goggles, looking over the crowd. "Hey, there has to be someone who wants to feed me," as he watched the men stroke themselves. All eyes were on him, his wet brown body, sitting on the U-shaped toilet seat against the backdrop.
Harry felt a rumbling in his stomach. He knew he would be putting on a show. He was squirming as he sat on the seat when an audible fart echoed over the crowd.
"Fuck yeah," the Barker devilish grinned. "Let's watch him shit. Where all shit pigs here, aren't we. Come, Harry, let us see you fall into the tank with your shit. Fuck Yeah, Folks', he'll be falling into his shit," the Barker enthusiastically continued. The group started to cheer," Shit, Shit, Shit."
Harry's stomach rumbled more. He grabbed the edge of the toilet rim and held it tightly. The crowd watched his face.
The Barker laughed as he announced a laxative was added to his drink.
Harry grimaced as he felt the load quickly moving through his body. His stomach gurgled. He was suspended in the air, with the camera aimed at his shit hole. He loudly released more gas as he felt his bowels fill. He knew it was going to be fast and loose.
The crowd still called out as he white-knuckled the toilet seat; his eyes were closed as he made an awful face. The crowd cheered as his hole started to open on the displays. Harry knew it wasn't going to be pretty. A pain ripped through his body as the soft shit flew out his ass. It was a loose load as it dropped into the septic pit below. Another spasm and a loud fart as the next load escaped his ass.
The crowd was cheering. Harry shat on the back of his left thigh.
Harry clamped his ass lips together. He felt relief as he sat there soaking wet from the contents of the tank below. Opening his eyes, he saw the grungiest bald bear with a long beard. A mean-looking fucker with a huge belly. The rotund-looking guy stood there with a stoned face.
The crowd silenced.
Harry felt intimidated. It was someone he wouldn't have wanted to meet in a back alley.
The Barker pointed out the shit explosion, as well as remnants of Harry's mishap, sprayed down the backdrop underneath the suspended toilet seat. The Barker tried to make conversation, only to be greeted with silence and a stare.
The new pitcher looked at Harry with disgust and grunted.
Harry crossed his fingers, hoping the guy would strike out.
The pitcher would not make eye contact. He picked up the first ball after Harry lowered his goggles.
It was an intense silence as all eyes shifted to the unpleasant man. The pitcher rewound his arm and put all his weight into the throw. The ball cracked when it hit the target. Harry immediately dropped into the vat of liquidized shit.
He was once again engulfed in warm, stinking excrement. He was feeling for the sides, trying to pull himself up. Once he broke the surface, the audience was quiet. The assistant threw another bucket at his face, clearing the debris so Harry could safely climb out.
The smell grew more potent as the feces-covered man climbed from the tank. It looked like the sludge was clinging heavier to his once spotless body. Harry flicked this shit from his body as he stood on the platform. His hair was plastered to his head as chunks of shit clung to him, dripping down his body and onto the platform. Harry took longer to get himself ready. The platform was slippery, and he had to pay close attention to his actions. The trophy couldn't look at the disgusting man who contemplated his next move.
The awkward silence permeated the air. Harry nervously fumbled for the seat, setting it up, only for it to collapse into the down position when he was ready to take a seat. He quickly caught his balance, avoiding an unnecessary fall into the vat.
Harry, visibly shaken, pulled the seat into position. The pitcher glared at him for taking so long. Harry's cock was flaccid, obviously not turned on by this man. He dreaded the next plunge into the vat of shit.
The Barker called out, "Beautiful, just fucking beautiful," while looking at the assistant, "Don't you think so?" The assistant silently shook his head in agreement.
The seat seemed secure as Harry cautiously climbed onto the upright toilet seat. He worked his shit-covered body over to the chair. His legs dangling above the obnoxious-smelling pit.
It was quiet once again. The crowd watched the unpleasant man, who picked up the next ball. He stood a moment to concentrate. His arm went back, and his leg went up. As he steps toward the target, the man heaves the ball in slow motion.
The thud was loud as it hit the target, and Harry's body dropped down again. His arms flew up from the sheer force the target triggered the toilet seat to drop quickly from below him.
Harry felt his body break the surface as the thickness engulfed him, feeling the shit ooze into every creative. He took a deep breath before being completely submerged. The shit-eater dropped hard, and his ass bounced off the bottom. He felt the thickness of the sediment on the bottom as he felt around in the darkness.
He pushed up once again, making his way to the surface. He gasped for air before the water landed on his face. His hands were dirty from the sediment when he reached for the wrung to climb out. He grasped for the next wrung as he pulled himself out of the dirty brown water. He stirred up enough sediment as it heavily coated the bottom half of his body. The further he climbed, the more it dripped from his filthy body into the tank below. As he almost reached the platform, his hand slipped, and he fell backward, splashing backward into the excrement.
He again went to the edge, only to start climbing toward the platform.
He climbed onto the platform. He could feel all eyes on him. As he looked into the group crowd, he saw the self-stimulating men as he looked around. He pulled his goggles to his forehead, making it easier to see. Leaning over, he places the toilet seat in position. He checked to make sure it was secure for his dripping body. He heard a moan and looked in the direction to see a man staring at him as he unloaded on the back of the guy standing in front of him. The man turned to look at the guy who had just unloaded on him.
Harry felt the wetness drip down. He was careful on the slippery platform. Working his wet, filthy body onto the awaiting seat.
Harry sat there, dripping into the tank below. Harry prayed that the man would miss. The crowd was silent as the man picked up the last ball. He stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. Harry quickly pulled down his goggles before grabbing onto the slippery seat. He looked down at his shit-covered body. He swallowed deeply, crossing his fingers that the man would miss.
The pitcher felt the pressure as everyone watched him. The silence added to the intensity. He stood with the ball in his hand like he was waiting for a signal from the catcher.
There was a desire to dunk the man sitting on the seat.
Suddenly, his buddy appeared at the stand right behind the pitcher. Harry closed his eyes, praying this guy would miss. He wanted to taste his buddy, so.
Harry knew that if this guy got the third ball, he would be sitting under a toilet seat with this guy's ass seated above his face. His feed from this large man would be streamed live as he eats the meal from the hole above his mouth. Harry gagged at the thought.
The pitcher left an audible rip, signaling he was ready to feed his trophy. He stood there with the ball to his chest. He slowly pulled his arm back. He left another one rip as he raised his leg.
The crowd watched intently as the pitcher concentrated. He wanted that pretty boy. No, he thirsted to humiliate that boy. He unexpectedly relaxed as he calculated his last throw. He knew he had to be dead on.
Noticing Harry's eyes on someone behind him, the pitcher barked, "Hey, boy, look at me," breaking the silence.
Harry didn't want to look but reluctantly looked in the man's direction. He saw the man smiling evilly, and Harry quickly looked down.
"I said look at me when I speak to you, Boy," the man ordered.
When Harry made eye contact, the man quickly wound his warm back, raised his leg, and hurled the ball at the tiny target. The ball hit with such force it bounced back into the crowd. The pitcher smiled satisfactorily as the toilet seat collapsed under Harry, causing him to drop for the last time into the vat below.
The crowd cheered as the filthy water splashed into the air.
Harry sunk into the murky water, his feet touching the bottom. He pushed upward from the bottom, making his way to the top. The disheartened recruit heard the crowd cheering when his head broke the water. He looked over the side of the tank, seeing the disgusting man smiling and a disappointed man standing behind him. Harry wanted to prolong getting out and tread the water. He knew what was going to happen once he left that tank.
The Barker held up the pitcher's arm, declaring him the victor, as many other guys wanted to be in his place.
Harry started climbing out of the vat; each rung was more brutal as he worked his way to the platform. When he got up on the platform, the event's Barker gestured to Harry, announcing that he was the victor's prize.
All eyes shifted to Harry as the Barker called, "Bon Appetite."
Harry was led from the platform and out a different gate. He heard the Barker advertise the next recruit whose mug appeared on the screens. He was the next chosen one to replace our dethroned guest on the throne, and he called everyone to be back on the hour. The Barker opened the gate for the winner as the crowd cheered.