In the town landfill -- chapter 1 -- THE BEGINNING OF MY SECOND LIFE.
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It was a strong smell of sweat that made me discover there was somebody beside me. Of course it was the garbage collector, a very dirty man of about 30, just as I was. I was jacking off there with gloomy thoughts knowing it would be my last day alive. But still I had not cum.
-Hi you there --I heard then and I turned to look at that man.
I was then in the town landfill, where I used to come almost daily to breathe that mixture of putrid smells and jack off as I did. The smell of that man seemed to be part of the scenery too. He was as tall as me, blonde curly hair. It was not a hot night to be in the beginning of July and he was not sweating but had clear stains of sweat and garbage covering his uniform and his entire skin. I'm not gay but I can say he was a cute man or could be if it were not for his smell. With that dirty aroma he would never have any girl, I thought. But it was the best possible smell for that place. He started to talk to me.
-Who are you and what the hell are you doing here? --And looking at my dick, still out, he added-. Though I don't really need to ask you what you were doing. It's obvious. No, no need to keep your dick. I am bisexual and have seen boys whacking off many times. Who are you?
-My name's Shaun Young. I'm thirty. I have a fruit shop.
-Darren Matthews here, obviously the garbage collector. Could you not find a dirtier place to jerk off?
-Well, I am sorry but I am attracted by this stench. I come here very frequently. In the last two years I have been unable to think of hot chicks to wank. I can only do it thinking about the pungent smell of garbage. I must be sick.
-And have you thought that you can be gay?
-I don't think so, Sir --I was first aware that I had just called him inadvertently sir-. If I am gay, I have never known that important fact.
-Let's see, I will ask you a question. I only have a shower once a year. It is eleven months now since my last shower last August. What do you think of my smell? Is it disgusting? Can it be that it turns you on?
-It does not turn me on, Sir, but it is not disgusting either. Your smell combines very well with the smell of the landfill.
He raised his arms then and told me to sniff him.
-What do you think?
My dick was still out and maybe I could have been worried that I had gone suddenly hard. But well, it was gonna be my last night so I did not care. Obviously for me, that man was dominant and was playing with me. The idea came to me that he could be a psycho but I was gonna kill myself soon so does it matter what this man can do to me? The fear made me harder, together with the smell of his ripe pits.
-You seem to like it.
-I like this smell, Sir. But well, nothing matters now.
-What do you mean?
-I have decided this will be my last masturbation ever and after I cum I am gonna commit suicide.
-And how on Earth are you gonna do that in a landfill?
-Well, Sir, when I finish jacking off, I thought I would jump into the garbage truck and sooner or later you will make the garbage disposal unit work. It will grind me, and well, my life will end.
-Shit, man, can't you think of a more painful death?
-It would be poetic justice, Sir. A perfect ending to a meaningless life always lusting for garbage and not girls. But now that you know you won't like to start the garbage disposal unit, Sir.
-I'm psycho enough to kill you. But I can offer you a different death and you will decide which one you prefer.
-Tell me, Sir.
-I could strip you of any remain of humanity you still have, of any rest of dignity, and the rest of your life will be shit. You are a bag of shit and I would call you Shitbag and you can begin a second life being my slave. Shitbag starts with the same two letters of your former name that you will never use again with me. You are filthy enough and I am the filthiest man you can find and psycho enough. Shaun will be dead and your name after now will be Shitbag. You are in love with garbage and I can make you live a second life always in love with garbage. That will be poetic justice: living according to your true personality. You would still run the fruit shop but every afternoon you will come to my house and serve me. So which dead will you prefer?
But before I could answer I noticed that my cock had erupted in a long plume of semen. Is it that I could be gay? Suddenly I felt that I wanted to surrender to that man. Dying would be bitter. With him I would still be alive but living a worthless life of garbage and degradation. I imagined that he wanted me to serve him sexually but suddenly I thought I didn't care. If I had to live serving a man, I would prefer it would be him, whom I knew could be mad and violent, and who had a perfect dirty smell which would suit perfectly with which my nose wanted to sniff forever. I looked at him then with a strange security and said.
-I want to end my life tonight, Sir, but I choose the second death you have just mentioned. I still don't know if I am gay, Sir, but I will learn to serve you.
-Good, so first thing, slave, what is your name?
-My name is Shitbag, Sir.
-And who do you belong to?
I was not sure how to call him but I said.
-I belong to Master Darren, Sir. I am a bag of shit at your disposal, Sir. Hope you understand I can be awkward at first, not knowing exactly what I would have to do or how.
-You'll be learning and if you really earn it, I can be even sweet with you sometimes, only sometimes, for your mission after now is to serve me, and even make me cum.
-Yes, Sir --I answered.
-So now you will give me some fun here in the landfill and obey my orders. So first order: strip completely of your clothes, slave Shitbag.
-Yes, Sir --I said again.
Still with some fears that I could be able to fulfill my new role, I started to strip. It took me only two minutes to be naked as the day I was born, harder than I had ever been before. But I wanted to live: in a different way of course. And my second life had started wonderfully.
Once all my clothes were over a heap of dirt in the landfill, I saw him fumbling in my pockets and taking my keys out. The money and my cell phone remained inside. Then I was startled when I saw he took out a lighter and set fire to my clothes. I think I wanted to protest but he stopped me and told me to wait and see how my clothes burnt. I had a big erection nevertheless seeing them burn as if my first life was burning in that moment.
-Now --he told me- that's how a slave should start his new life and you have only two options. If you still repent, you can get your keys, that's why I took them out, cause I'm a psycho but have still some common sense, and you will have to walk back naked to your house, risking anybody can see you, and get in. So you still have a chance to recover the life you have just lost. The second chance is that you please me here in the landfill as long as I want, obeying my every order, and then get into the garbage truck, with no clothes, and come naked as you are to my house and start serving me as your master. It can be an arousing ride to my house, driving naked down the town.
-I will serve you, Sir.
-So, now, I will give you an order and I expect to be obeyed. You first have to get rid of your former life and so far garbage has been your only girlfriend. You won't need a girlfriend now. You must lie down on the floor on top of all that putrefaction so that you stain your whole frontal nudity with garbage and you will have to return to your house or to mine covered in garbage stains. And once you are lying on the floor, you will fuck the garbage, your former only girlfriend till you cum.
-Yes, Sir --I answered. I began to have no doubts that I would do exactly as he ordered. I wanted to really become his slave Shitbag and be an unworthy piece of shit for the rest of my life, my second and true one.
So I lied on the floor and was certainly a long while getting garbage stains all over my body and once I was sure of how dirty I was I really began moving my hips and fucking the heap of nasty dirt below me. I had never fucked garbage in my life but now I was doing it and was horny, rock hard, my dick in pain as it rubbed the filthy floor. I knew that I was suddenly ridiculous and that Master Darren would be laughing at the sight of his new worthless bag of shit who so far obeyed him, no matter how ludicrous. The fucking was long and I heard him shout: "That's it, Shitbag, fuck the garbage where you belong. Show me how meaningless was your first life."
As he said these words I noticed the strong smell of sweat increased. He was leaning over me and suddenly when I was not expecting it, I felt an excruciating pain in my ass. My master was fucking me! Of course I thought he would do it sooner or later but I could never guess it could be so soon.
-Yes, I am raping you Shitbag.
-Sir, you are my master now and you have every right to possess me the way you choose. You are not raping me, Sir. I am a bag of shit which from now on has the mission to serve you. It is really painful but you have my consent. You are fucking me, Sir, you are not raping me. You can go on enjoying your unworthy slave.
In a regular rhythm, he was easing his cock deeper and the pain increased, but I knew I wanted to give satisfaction to my master; I was starting a new life and had to learn. The pain was strong but the smell of all the dirt below me and covering my filthy body made me resist. I would never question his orders, I promised myself, and now I had to get used to getting fucked. I guessed he would like to do that many times and my ass had to give him the pleasure he wanted. As he was fucking me, he said.
-When you come to my house, Shitbag, you will first have a thorough shower to lose all that garbage that's covering you now. Then still with no clothes on I will begin to beat you, as hard and as many times as I desire and later I will even do a thing that only psychos can do, so you remember who you belong to: I will brand you, but not with fire. I will cut one of your twenty fingers and from then on you won't even have the dignity of having a permanent name and you will answer to the name of Shitbag, but also of Nineteen.
I was stark naked, I was lying on the floor of a landfill, my body covered in garbage, I was being fucked for the first time in my life, I was a slave and as such I had a slave name, well that was before: I would even have the indignity of not having a single name; I would have two. But the rancid smell of that psychopathic man was driving me crazy, the pain in my ass was less now, I was admitting to myself I could be gay, and now I knew for sure I was a deep masochist who would do exactly what this man ordered me to for the rest of my life. I answered that I was already dreaming with the moment my name was also Nineteen; I didn't utter it, I just said when my name was that number starting with an N, and added that of course he would cut one of my fingers and assured him I was his without restriction. Those words accepting my fate made him blast his load then and I spurted again deeply aroused.
-Stand up, Shitbag, and look at me. So far you are obedient and are doing exactly what I tell you. You will please me a lot more before we leave the landfill tonight. If you are not good enough, you'll sleep tonight at the feet of my bed; but if you're good, you can even sleep in my bed.
-That would be an honour, Sir.
-Do you still maintain that you are not gay?
-I don't know, Sir. All I know is that I would always do whatever you order me. I'm honored to be pleasing you.
He then sat on a near rock and told me.
-Now slave, kneel on the floor.
I obeyed and my knees were soon stained in garbage too.
-Take off my shoes. But first lick my soles.
I became convinced that I wanted dirt and it was a dream to have met him. So I started licking the soles of his shoes, full of mud and I could perceive then the stench his feet would have. Then I did as he ordered and approached his smelly shoes to my nose. The smell was pungent and any other man could have puked with its repugnance but I suddenly felt that was the smell my nose had always longed for.
-Now give me a long footjob.
-Just tell me how I am doing it, Sir, and if you like it or I can do it better.
-You have to learn. Don't worry: you will soon learn. You will be doing this every day.
-Thanks for killing me, Sir. Oh, I am so moved I have met precisely you tonight, Sir. You who could kill me and my heart can keep on beating. You are the man I have to submit to, Master. Now I am Shitbag and will do as you please.
The strong smell did not stop me. I really wanted him well satisfied. I did not retch: licking his feet was now gonna be a daily obligation and I'd better get used to that stench. With such a dirty man, I would always feel myself and I had to accustom my tongue to such a filthy smell, to the tastes of my new master. I was for five minutes in one foot licking also the instep and he ordered me to go to his other foot now and keep on working his pleasure. He said words to encourage me. That dirty man could be a psycho but I was sure he could also be sweet. I wanted the reward of sleeping with him tonight and I had to be very good. I continued on his second foot slowly and with devotion, wanting to really be the best pleaser he could ever have.
-And now, Shitbag, I will take off my uniform top and you will lick my pits.
With no hesitation I started. It was hot for me now to look at his filthy naked chest. I did not know whether a slave would be permitted to ask him that but I said.
-Oh, sir, I would like to jack off. This smell is the strongest smell I have sniffed in my life and I am horny as I have never been before. It would be a sign to show my master how much I like him and how I would completely surrender to him in the future. Let me repeat that I am so glad I have met you, Master Darren. I would love to live a second life forever with you, Sir.
He was smoking a cigarette as he gave me permission to wank while I was licking the nastiest taste I could be savouring in my life. I was with his other pit now, but he stopped me a while and told me to open my mouth. Then he deliberately threw the ashes into my mouth. Mud from his shoes, the ripest of pits, ashes... why not? I wanted all: I wanted total degradation for the rest of my life. I was beginning to learn what my second life would be like and of course I would also be his ashtray whenever he needed me. A long time giving me ash to eat and then he asked me to continue to lick his pits till I would cum. I asked him permission as a good slave, knowing I was close. He granted me permission and I shouted as I blasted a huge load adding to the dirt of the landfill floor. Fortunately he put out his cigarette on the floor then, and not inside my mouth as I feared.
-Now, slave Shitbag, it is your turn to learn to give your master good blowjobs. You have already felt my dick in your ass, felt the taste of my dirty feet and pits. Now you know you have to blow me. Start licking my balls and I will tell you something.
I started. Even though his balls were very dirty, I knew now I could overcome any challenge and I was learning to be a slave, his slave, and first I had to see which things pleased him and I was fondly licking his balls as he said.
-You must know, slave, that I would never blow you or you will never fuck me. You are my bag of shit now and you must always do it, but if you are good, I could even jack you off. And one more thing.
He stopped me then and sweetly kissed my mouth. Oh how I wanted the pleasure of that man. Now he told me to suck his cock. I had to be perfect. His dirty taste did not prevent me to be good. But as soon as I started I noticed he had begun pissing in my mouth. I would not stop. I was not frightened with piss, though I feared some nastier things he would make me eat later. But I was his dump now, swallowed his piss and never protested and kept on blowing my master. My second life had begun and now I had to live up to his expectations.