Jim and the Nasty Dad

Jim and the Nasty Dad Part 11

(Scat, raunch, WS, fist, incest)

Clive

You will not believe what I have to tell you. So after my horny session in the car with Jermaine we swapped numbers. I knew that after what he told me he'd got up to with `the twins' he was sick and twisted enough to keep around. Well not even three hours later I got call for him. I was still washing off the stink of puke and ruined shitty arse when his name flashed up on my phone. And despite being utterly drained by the day I'd had my cock twitched to life yet again the moment I heard his voice.

"Yo," he spat down the phone to me. "I've got this job at one of them Escape Rooms in town. My boss left me in charge for the day and I've got a little surprise game I wanna play with you. If you're up for it..."

I was both frightened and aroused by this. "Well... what does this game entail?"

"Mate don't ask questions," the scally said. "Either you're up to this sick challenge or you're not."

I only had to look down at the bulge in my pants to know I was up for it. So I gave into temptation and asked for the address of this so-called Escape Room. I found it in a rough part of town, in a boarded up converted old pub. "LOCKDOWN" read the chipped sign over the door. When I buzzed to get in I was made to wait for a good few minutes before the door opened. There stood Jermaine. An absolute wet dream in grey joggers showing his ample bulge with a nice big wet spot over the head of his cock.

"You interrupted my wank," he grunted before dragging me inside.

"I can help you finish it if you want," I whispered, dropping to my knees. I unleashed his brown thick tool and the stink of sweat hit me along with the slimy bell end, right across the face. He let me suckle on it for a good minute or two before he stopped me.

"Na, get up," he said, pulling it out of my mouth and putting it back in his pants. "I'm gonna cum hard watching you play the game."

"What is this game?"

"Go through the last door on the right and wait for instructions," he hissed in a low, menacing tone, his green eyes sparkling with deviant excitement.

I looked down a nondescript hall lined with white doors on either side. Doing as I was told, my dick already dripping in my pants, I reached the last door on the right and opened it.

I stepped into a darkened room where the first thing that hit me was the smell. Sweaty arse and the odour of human shit. The door locked behind me and the whole place was suddenly bathed in a dim red glow. The room was set up like a tool shed. Various implements hung on the wall. In the centre was a large bench covered in a sheet, but under it a figure writhed, gasping in either pain or pleasure. Suddenly Jermaine's voice boomed over a speaker.

"You're locked in. And you ain't getting out unless you follow the instructions."

"Okay," I laughed, nervous, the sense of anxious excitement building in my stomach and my balls.

"In front of you's a bench with a surprise waiting for you. Remove the sheet."

For some reason I felt fear rushing through my veins with the adrenaline. I had literally no idea where this could go! But I stepped forward, reaching for the sheet. And as I grabbed it I yanked it off in one fell swoop.

There on the bench lay a teenage lad. Scrawny, smooth, sweating profusely with shaggy brown hair, the lad was tied to the bench naked, his prick pointing upward, his legs spread obscenely wide so his smooth pink pucker was on display beneath his trembling pink balls. He was gagged with a dirty jockstrap and there were slight bruises on his otherwise pretty face.

"This is Stevie."

"Er... hello Stevie?" I said, wondering how old this boy was...

"I swiped him off the estate earlier on," Jermaine laughed wickedly. "Cute ain't he?"

"Very..."

"Okay if you wanna get out of the room any time soon then you need to use the key. Simple as."

"Alright," I responded. "Where's the key?"

"That's just it," Jermaine said. "Stevie holds the key."

I got closer and realised the stink was coming from Stevie. The poor lad was filthy. He stunk of ripe arse and the shit was smeared on his chest.

"That's my shit," Jermaine said. "I took a nice runny dump on him about an hour ago. Can you see the key?"

I looked in the lad's hands as he looked into my eyes pleading to be set free. But I could see no key!

"No!" I said. "Where is it?"

"Oh I forgot to say," Jermaine laughed. "The key's inside him. Right up inside him."

Then the game began to dawn on me as my eyes fell on Stevie's. He looked at me pleadingly, grunting "no" from behind the gag in his mouth.

"You've got to get the key out of him," Jermaine said. "I put it's pretty deep so you're gonna have to get creative, Jimbo."

My balls bulged and my cock throbbed as I felt the heat of lust rise in me. Surely I couldn't...

"Fuck!" I said. "I'm gonna have to go up his arse... but... that hole's so tight..."

"Not my problem," Jermaine responded. "Let the games begin!"

The boy broke out in fresh sweat as his hips writhed to get his feet free. But he was fastened tight. It was then I noticed the end of the bench had an adjustable stirrup-type contraption so I could move his feet, and legs, pushing his knees to his chest to expose that hole and open it up. As I did I watched his pink hole stretch ever so slightly, and a little fart of fear came out of it filling my head with the aroma of a terrified boy gut.

He shook his head and wriggled around but I could see his cock was hard, pointing right out at me. I gripped it with my sweaty palms.

"You're hard," I said to him. "So I know on some level you must want this."

He groaned as I gently caressed his knob.

"How are you gonna do it?" Jermaine's voice boomed. "Get up close to that hole and see how tight it is."

I got on my knees, aroused to high heaven by the grunting orders coming over the speakers. I was confronted by the pink winking tightness, fresh and smooth, with that heady vinegar aroma of a tacky unwashed boy hole. Leaning forward I gave it a long slow swipe with my tongue and heard him moan.

"Oh he likes that," Jermaine said. "I had a taste today when I put the key in."

I slid my tongue slowly into his slit and tasted the boy shit waiting just past the entrance. Well that was like a red rag to a bull and I began to feast on his cunt as he writhed and moaned. I pushed my tongue as far as it would go tasting those pink bald walls opening around my roving. The heat of his shit tunnel engulfed me as I sucked and slurped, enjoying what is surely the most phenomenal meal on this planet. When I came up for air I had the tingle of his shit in my mouth and I savoured it as I looked down at his throbbing pink member. I leaned down and gave it a little suck for him.

"Now how to get this key out?" I said to myself out loud.

Luckily my aching full bladder was on hand to give me the answer. I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the knees. His eyes bulged when he saw my massive rod released from my white Calvins, already glistening with precum.

"It's OK," I whispered. "I'll be gentle."

"Go on!" Jermaine grunted. "You know you want to destroy that fucking hole! You know you're a sicko, stop trying to pretend!"

"Fuck you!" I responded. "I'm gonna do this my way!"

And I lined my cock up with his hole, greasing it with my precum so I could slowly squeeze it past his ring. But even that was a struggle, and I could hear him moan in pain as my purple bulbous head broke the seal and went into the shallow wading pool of his shit chute. The heat that wrapped itself around my knob end was so tight and intense my eyes rolled back. A mere one inch was in him and he was crying out loud at the invasion, but that cock of his still throbbed. I wrapped my hand round his willy as his balls started to disappear, my rod sliding inch by inch into the impossible hole. Then after three inches I held it in place.

"Here we go," I told Stevie. "Let's flush out that key!"

And within ten seconds I felt my bladder start to ease as I released a torrent of hot yellow piss into his boy ass. He moaned in pleasure as it began to fill him up.

"There you go, Stevie, feel daddy fill you!"

"Fuck yeah!" Jermaine groaned over the mic. "You're pissing in him!"

"Mmmm," I responded loud to Jermaine, knowing he was tugging off as he watched. "My hot fucking piss is filling this boi cunt! Look at his belly, zoom in!"

I watched his belly start to inflate with all my hot piss as the boy groaned louder, shocked by what was being done to his body. I held his cock in my palm and squeezed it as it throbbed. The piss was lubing the chute so much that my entire rod was now sliding deeper into the dark shitty recesses of this boy's cunt. I've never felt anything so tight and erotic, Clive. It fit me like a glove as I went in right to the balls and he cried out in pain and pleasure. I slow-fucked him full of piss, rocking back and forth and watching his body jolt with each thrust.

"Do it," Jermaine said. "Fuck him harder!"

Watching the boys eyes roll back sent me over the edge as I grabbed him around his throat with my free hand. I began to squeeze as I started to thrust deeper, harder, faster. The squelching of his piss filled anus and distended stomach made it sound like I was fucking a hot water bottle as I picked up the pace.

"Yes Jimbo!" Jermaine ordered. "Harder! Faster!"

I followed my orders, pounding into this poor full lad who was gasping for air as I squeezed his throat and impaled his gut with my massive fucking cock. I could hear thuds of piss as they escaped around my shaft and landed on the floor. I was standing in a puddle of piss and anal juice, the smell ripe and offensive to my nostrils but only flooding my brain with more impulses to fucking destroy this cunt.

I slammed deeper, harder, my cock going into his gut and fucking up whatever it found, I tried new angles, left, right, up, down, feeling the cushion of his innards as I split them. Before I knew it I was just fucking a hole, the red mist coming down over me as Jermaine grunted in my ear "Fuck it up, ruin it, do what you need to fucking do!"

And then as the boy's eyes closed and he started to vomit into the jock it was too much and my balls exploded, flooding his guts with my thick man seed. I took my hand away from his throat and his eyes blinked open. He stared at me in shock as my cock plopped out of his hole that was now four inches wide.

"Yes mate," Jermaine grunted. "You showed him! Now get that key!"

I fell to my knees and peered into that wrecked red mess of a hole, and as I took a swipe at it with my tongue and tasted his gut fluid I heard him moan loud.

"That's it, Stevie," I said. "Push."

And with that Stevie strained and his brand new rosebud squished out in my mouth. Gosh he was going to be a hit with this! Then out with it came floods of piss and cum and shit, chunks of it filling my mouth as he rejected the wrongness that had invaded his intestines.

I sucked on red meat as I swallowed the juices, the bitter bile, the nasty poo, the sweet nectar of my own jizz. It made for a heady concoction.

But alas, no key!

"There's no key!" I shouted.

"For fuck's sake!" Jermaine grunted. "It's in there, you just have to dig around!"

"But look at him," I replied. "My cock almost did him in, how am I supposed to get in there now?"

"Use your hand!"

My cum and shit-slicked dick throbbed despite the passing orgasm. I couldn't possibly! Stevie screamed and shook his head. No way could he take that! But the more he screamed the harder I got. I scooped up the puddle of piss shit and cum on the floor that he'd expelled from his rosebud and I greased my right hand with it.

"It's OK Stevie," I said, a wicked grin on my face. "I'll make it quick."

"Fuuuuck," Jermaine sighed over the speakers.

And I slide three fingers into that open wound that was his hole. The heat beckoned me in and a fourth finger entered the throbbing sludge. I worked my way into the open pipe of flesh and then a thumb joined the party and before I knew it my hand was inside that rectum.

"Arrrghhhhhh!" came the cries from behind the puke-soaked jock and I looked up to see Stevie's head thrashing from side to side, his hard cock now a fountain of piss as my hand travelled past his bladder. I realised I was past the wrist when I moved my arm and his whole body moved with it.

The feeling was incredible. Tight hot wet and mushy between my fingers as I began to explore his lower abdomen.

"Watch Stevie!" I said. "A magic trick!"

And the boy looked down at his own stomach as my fist began to pop up through the flesh. I punched up and his body jumped with it.

"Oh my God!" Jermaine cried out. "Make me cum!"

I punched hard again and again and made the boy flip flop on the bench like a recently caught fish gasping for air. With my other hand I stroked Stevie's cock, mainly to make sure he was still with us. He was. His cock was oozing watery pre cum as I rearranged his stomach from the inside.

And then bingo. Lodged up there I felt the small metal prize.

"Got it!"

And I all but forgot myself as I yanked it out thick and fast.... and brought half of Stevie's anus out with me! There was a red tail dangling from his arse as I stood, showing the nasty sludge-covered key to the cameras.

"Fuck!" Jermaine said. "Look at his prolapse!"

I looked down at Stevie's poor wrecked hole and before I knew it the door flew open. Jermaine rushed in, cock in hand, naked from the waist down, and spaffed his load all over the wreckage.

Stevie was passed out, his lower half looking like some bizarre birth had taken place. As Jermaine started to push the prolapse back in he looked at me with a massive smile on his face.

"You just made me and his dad a lot of money," he said.

"Pardon?"

"Those cameras are webcams," he responded. "His dad was right about you, you are a film star."

"His dad?" I asked, baffled.

And then I heard a slow clap from the shadows. I turned to see Gary, the scally dad I met with his son Ryan that began all this, emerge. His cock was hard through his joggers.

"Nice one, Jim," he said, cocky. "That's gonna earn me a packet. Now off you go."

He lobbed out his insane massive tool.

"It's time Daddy put his boy back together."

I was stunned, in shock as Jermaine ushered me to the door. I looked back just in time to see Gary slide that power tool up his boy's decimated hole before Jermaine slammed the door shut.

I wonder how that film turned out?

Nastily yours,

Jim

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