Jim and the Nasty Dad pt 5
(Scat, Raunch, CBT)
Hi Clive
Well your filthy afternoon with the plumber sounds incredible. I am definitely going to have to come round next time he's there fixing your waste-pipe so to speak. Although I have to say I'm more intrigued by the boy next door. I know you've mentioned him before but do you think there's any way we could get him in on the action? Money talks, as I've found out this week.
I sent Gary a text message yesterday simply saying '2k - shock me' and he replied with his usual DEVIL emoji. Then he sent me a photograph of the most beautiful muscular black guy with a shaven head and green eyes. It read "MY MATE DARRYL JUST CAME OUT OF JAIL. WANNA SEE WHAT HE CAN DO?" I had the familiar leap in my stomach and twinge in my cock all at the same time. My fingers trembled a little as I replied "YES". He sent me a time and a place. Not the same address as last time but another, which led me to a tower block on the rough side of town. You know those big brutalist monstrosities straight out of the 70s. One of those. And not just the tower either.
I was buzzed in and took a piss-soaked elevator ride up to the 13th floor. Ominous? You betcha. I walked down a litter-strewn hallway to flat number 168 where no sooner had I knocked on the door that Gary opened it. He wore just his grey boxer shorts, in which throbbed a hard fat cock and a yellow stain smeared around the bell end. It took me all my strength not to just drop to my knees and worship his pissy prick there and then.
"Come in," Gary said, pissed as a fart on Red Stripe. "Darryl's already started. He's been locked up too long."
Inside I heard a screaming, that of a young lad, and a thrashing crack every few seconds. I couldn't quite work out what I was going to see but the adrenaline carried me down a bare hallway to a bedroom door where the screaming was louder, more immediate, guttural. As usual my fight or flight juices ran straight to my cock and I was hard in an instant before I even saw inside. I felt Gary's boozy breath on my neck.
"Go on," Gary said. "Open the door."
I reached out and pushed and the door creaked open. The smell hit first. The stink of dirty ass, dick and balls. Inside was a filthy bed obscured by a glistening towering black body, completely naked, an arse carved out of black marble shook as he lifted his arm above his head, brandishing a belt, and brought it down with a crack on to someone I couldn't see. The scream rang out and pierced my ears but I had to see...
I envisioned a lad on his hands and knees having the arse whipped off him by Darryl, but as I got closer I saw something different. The boy on the bed was skinny, shaven-headed, and totally naked. He was on his back and his ankles were tied cruelly to his wrists at the head of the bed so his legs were spread to breaking point and his genitals were exposed. The belt wasn't crashing down on his arse, but on his poor blackened balls.
"Take it!" Darryl grunted. "Fucking take it!"
He smashed the belt as hard as he could into the nutsack that sent pain and pleasure shooting through the boy's stomach and out of his mouth in screams. His dick was actually hard and pulsating juices all over his smooth stomach. Darryl's ten inch tool was solid as a rock and his purple bulbous head throbbed with each crack of his belt. I peered down at the ruined genitals and saw the lad's hole gaped and loose diarrhea was running out on to the bed.
"Yes you dirty cunt!" Darryl sneered. "Can't take it can you, shitting yourself all over the place! Dirty! Bastard!" and he brought the belt down with a sickening snap and the shit flew. Diarrhea squirted all over Darryl's cock.
"Right you better clean this black cock boy!" he snarled and walked around the bed, his dick swinging and dripping diarrhea as he walked. The boy didn't have chance to say a word as the shitty dick was rammed into his mouth. He gagged and spluttered and suddenly he was puking all over Darryl's black monster and big round balls. Darryl started to fuck the lad's throat, whipping his cock with the belt and making more of that sludge pour out of his hole.
I looked around to see what Gary was doing and was surprised to see him bringing another guy in. He was in his forties, blindfolded, hands tied behind his back, in just his y-fronts. He was average, a slight tummy, hairy chest, beard.
"Please," the guy murmured. "What are you gonna do now?"
"On your knees," Gary said. "Time you had something to eat."
He positioned the guy so his mouth was at the boy's hole as it gurgled and spluttered with his runny shit. Gary nodded at Darryl who brought a fist down with a crunch into the boy's stomach and suddenly shit flew out into the man's mouth and beard. The man gurgled and grunted as he tasted the bitter bilious runs and gagged.
"That's it!" Gary laughed. "Eat your son's runs!"
And he shoved the guy's face deep into his son's shitty arse as Darryl continued to skull fuck the poor lad into oblivion. Gary reached over with his free hand and pulled my cock out and started wanking it. I was horrified and yet rigid with desire all at the same time as Gary wanked me off with one hand and held a man's face in his son's evacuating anus with the other. The yellow brown fluid exploded all over the guy's face as Darryl then climbed atop the bed so he was straddling the boy's head. He started to bring his cock down with gusto into his throat, fucking his face as his big black arse bounced right in front of me. I couldn't resist the smell of fresh prison hole and dove in tongue first. I lost my face in that beautiful black shit box as it bounced, pistoning a ten inch weapon into a ruined teenage throat that exploded with bile as at the other end of his poor ravaged body he emptied his stomach into his own father's mouth.
Gary lined his own cock up with the boy's hole and started to unleash a torrent of yellow piss into it so it poured back out into the dad's mouth. The man puked up all over the son's crack as Gary's piss brought out the last of the son's gut lining with it and turned the bed into a swamp of rank foul water, the dad's beard and hair matted in piss shit and stomach smoothie.
Darryl pulled the cock from deep inside the boy's throat and the lad's head flopped back, his eyes rolling in his head, his skin almost blue. My tongue was deep in Darryl's hole and it tasted of bitter brown shit and a prison sentence of never washing it thoroughly. He pushed my face away, then pulled the father up from his knees at the end of the bed.
"Kiss your son," he growled, positioning the dad's mouth opposite the boy's gaping lips. "KISS HIM!"
The shit smeared tongue slid into his son's mouth and I couldn't help but notice the love and tenderness of the father as he carried out Darryl's depraved wish. Whilst he did, Gary was greasing up his arm and positioning his right hand at the boy's hole. Surely he couldn't! But he did. He started to slide the hand finger by finger into the boy's shit puke and piss filled rectum.
"No please!"the lad gasped. "I can't take it!"
But Gary kept going, the anus distending round his cruel wrist which plowed deeper. Darryl pushed the dad's head down to meet his son's cock as he started to piss himself. I was shocked to see him open his mouth of his own free will and begin to drink the urine down as his son was used like a glove puppet. Gary plowed deep and hard as Darryl got me on my knees and made me worship that ginormous prick. It didn't take long before I felt those big chocolate bollocks tighten. Torrents of jizz emptied in my mouth, creamy luxurious sperm as he grunted to Gary "Show me his insides."
I looked up to see wicked Gary twist in deep before pulling out super quick, bringing out the longest prolapse I've seen. The boy fell silent. The father looked at Gary in shock.
"Don't worry," Darryl laughed. "We're experts."
He stooped down to shove the red meat back inside as I stroked myself off, exploding with cum on the boy's eyes as they opened, the shock of having his arse repacked bringing him back into the room.
The worst 2k I've ever spent.
Now Gary's asking for 3... What's a boy to do, Clive! Any ideas???
Jim
Email me puddingpuller@hotmail.com