Homo Depot Punishment 2
by Mudcub
stories@mudcub.com
For some reason, getting a beating while you're tied up feels a thousand times worse than when you are not tied up tightly. I think it's because there's an extra feeling of helplessness that you don't get when you are able to move around. There's no chance of escape. And I think that on an animal level, your subconscious know this. There's that "flight or flee" mechanism. When you subvert that, your body and mind panics a little bit.
Neither fighting or fleeing is an option today, boy. Not for you.
The rubber hose you bought me is a great combination of thud and sting. If yer into spanking, you know what I'm talking about. The hose feels great in my hand: there's enough heft that it feels like a mace. It makes a great whistling sound as I bring it sharply down across your ass. Your buttcheeks are COVERED in shit - and every time I hit you, shit goes flying everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, splashing onto your back and thighs. I'm glad I still got my grungy levis on to cover me from the splashback.
I hit you a few more times. Each hit make you grunt out a little yelp, which is muffled a lot by the shitty diaper that I duct taped over your head. I can hear you wheezing for breath out of the little hole I cut over your mouth. I hope you're getting enough air. Oh who am I kidding? I don't care if you can breathe or not.
I love the pattern I'm makin on yer ass. I kin tell that your ass is getting sore. First of all, when I hit you, you are starting to scream a little bit more. And there's this great pink pattern that's starting to raise on your ass. I'm trying to make an even pattern. I want your whole bottom burning red and hot by the time I'm done with you. I wish we could have tried this hose out in the store before we left. it would have been fun to have you bent over in the plumbing aisle, while all the construction workers watched me tan your hide.
I've heard about whipping the shit out of somebody. But this time, I'm whipping the shit OFF you. Your ass is almost clean now. the hose slapped most of the shit off your ass so it's dripping down your thighs. There's still a bunch of shit in your crack, and I try to maneuver my angle so I hit you on the buttplug that's lodged in your ass which is holding back a flood of my piss. I but that area's real sensitive. The skin near your butthole can't take a whipping like the rest of your ass. That's why I concentrate on that area more and more.
Man, you're sweating... drippin shit and sweat on the floor. The spanking bench is soaked. I'm drenched too. whipping a boy is hard work. I trade off my hands when my arm gets tired. If I'm starting to feel sore, I have some idea what you're feeling right about now. You're in complete subspace now boy. This is what you want, and you're getting it. You long since stopped trying to get away, and now you barely twitch when I hit you.
Fuck, I'm hard. I see my shitty dick sticking out of my jeans. My levis are stained dark with shit. Your shit. Man, there's a stink in the air now - not that you can smell it thru the diaper you have taped over your head. So, you can't see what I'm doing as I stop hitting you. Your body is still tense. you're not sure if another blow is going to come or not. You're hoping the beating is over - your ass really hurt now - and so you're really surprised when you suddenly feel my hands grab each side of your head-diaper as I plunge my cock into the small shit-covered mouthhole.
I get lucky and slide right in on the first try. I bet your eyes are wide open underneath that nasty hood. I hear a muffled "glurg!" as a hard cock fills your mouth, pushing a gobfull of shit down your throat with it. This feels almost better than fucking your ass. a mouthful of shit and spit mixing round my cock. You really can't breathe now. the only air you are getting is filtered around your neck hole. All the oxygen you can smell is stinking of your own shit.
Damn, I could cum again at any time. Yer a fine cocksucker. I bet you are starving for air and stars are dancing in front of your eyes in the darkness of the stinking diaper. I thrust really hard into your throat. My dick is pretty long, and the sudden length causes you to gag and choke up a bunch of puke. Of course, this just creates more slickness on my dick and feels wonderful. I grad hold of the back of your head harder and plunge deep as I can over and over. And although it would be tempting to cum - shoot my semen in your shit-filled mouth, creating a sludge of my and your juices - I won't right now. Instead I pull my dick out. drippin with your throat mucous and runny shit.
I bet you're real grateful for me stopping. I can hear you gasping for air thru the tiny diaper hole. Coughing and choking and spitting up more puke and shit. I suddenly want a photo of this moment, so I grab the digital camera that's already in the garage. Fuck, you're beautiful like that - covered in sweat and splattered shit. The diaper around your head is starting to sag, full of runny shit, and torn apart a little from the hard fucking. Pools of shit under your ass, and another under your head where you've spit out shit and puke through the diaper. Yeah, you can hear the camera clicking and see a little bit of the flash. You're gonna love when I post these photos on the internet.
But all fun must come to an end, and I bet your arms and legs are sore from being on that whipping bench for so long. It's been over two hours boy. Time's a wastin, and we got lots of other things to do before the weekend is over. But before I untie you, I get another thing out of our Home Depot bag: it's called a hose clamp. Since I just beat you with a hose, I thought it was appropriate. It's a metal band that I can tighten up with a screwdriver. Plumbers use it to secure rubber hoses. REAL tight, so they don't leak. And it's going around your balls, boy.
I put down the camera and go around to your shitty ass. Your dick is still hard, even after all that pain and rough fucking. You really are a pig, boy. Your small worthless cock is dripping precum all over the place, adding to the mess on the concrete. You're going to have to lick that all up, I hope you realize. Your balls are slippery with shit, and I have a hard time grabbing them. It's like they want to crawl back up into your guy out of fear. You start to wriggle around again as you feel me playing with your balls, and your cock twitches So, I give your scrotum a hard yank, pulling down sharply on your balls. That gives me a satisfying scream that I can hear even through the diaper.
This gives me an idea, and I start to punch your balls a little. This makes you yell and plead and makes me hard. Testicles are a wonderful invention - proof that God loves us and wants us to feel pain. Why else would he put something so sensitive on the unprotected outside of a man's body? So don't blame me, blame God. I slap your balls, twist them in my fist, dig my thumbnail into one of them. It makes a wonderful symphony of grunts and squeals from you. I could do this all day long.
I finally get the balls down, and tighten the hose clamp. I draw a little blood as I do it - the metal edges of the clamp are rough. I use a screwdriver to close the clamp completely - that fucker ain't comin off until I cut it off with some metal shears! And that might be a long time from now. I see your ballsack stretched pretty and turning slightly purple. I bet it will make your guts start to ache any time now.
I am tempted to leave you like that for a while, but I feel a little sorry for you. I know you've been holding onto a gutful of piss for long enough, so I go grab the bucket that you so thoughtfully bought for me at Home Depot. I place it carefully under your ass, and then grab the base of the buttplug. You groan - expecting the pleasure of relieving yourself. I stand well off to the side, and twist the buttplug and yank in one motion. You yell as it feels like your guts are suddenly turning themselves inside-out. There's an explosion of piss and shit that flies everywhere, but mostly into the bucket.
Man the garage reeks now. Like a sewer. And you collapse onto the bench like a wet rag. I quickly untie your arms, elbows, knees, and feet. I massage each limb and straighten it out one by one. I bet that feels good after being locked into one position for so long. I hear you moan in appreciation under the shithood. I lay on top of you. massaging your back and ass with my hands. I feel you slowly start to stir and move around. After ten minutes of "aftercare" I think you are ready.
I tell you to lay there for a few minutes more while i go get that knife. With two snips, I cut enough of the diaper away so that it falls off your head, plopping to the floor. Your hair is covered in shit and sweat. Your face is completely brown, shit stuck everywhere: on your eyebrows, up your nose, down your chin. I bet your eyes are stinging. You look pathetic and stink even worse. You look up at me with sad little puppy-dog eyes, and I'm tempted to fuck your mouth one more time. Damn, I can't get enough of you.
Instead, I grab your torso, and pull you up to your knees. Then, I lift you up with one motion. I hug you tightly against my chest, squeezing you until I feel your legs return under you. My hard dick pressing against yours. You hug me back weakly. We stand this way for a few minutes until I feel you start to shift your weight from foot to foot, regaining your balance.
"Thank you, Sir," you say. Damn right, boy.
I let you sit on the shitty spanking bench while I put away some of the toys we were playing with where they belong on the garage shelves. There's still a lot of stuff remaining in the Home Depot bags, and after the hose and hoseclamps, there's at least fifteen more punishments to go. OK, I'll count the bucket you bought also. Fourteen. And that's as long as you don't fuck up between now and then.