Thank you guys for your kind words. Here is chapter 2. Hopefully you still like it after reading.
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Mess This House - Chapter 2
Tim hated this house. All it ever did was remind him of his ex wife. She was a person who always insisted everything was immaculate. Everything was about external appearances to her and she detested the idea that a home could look lived in. Tim was the complete opposite. In his youth he had completely detested being clean, much to his parents dismay. He never saw the point of washing, cleaning, even using a toilet. His bedroom always had a strong odor, and there were many family arguments about his lack of standards.
When he eventually left home and went to college he revelled in his new-found freedom. He was lucky enough to be able to afford an apartment of his own. With nobody around to complain about his mess and smell he turned into a complete slob. That was until he met his future wife. They started off happily, and Tim changed his ways to accomodate her complete distaste of filth. He always had a nagging desire to have dirty play again, but he knew he could never get away with it.
Although he was married, Tim had a dark secret. He had a fascination with boys. He could barely keep his eyes off them when in public. He couldn't help but imagining what they looked like naked, and also what they would look like covered in filth. His wife noticed the longing stares on more than one occasion, although never brought it up. Because Tim had more of a desire for boys than women the marital bond weakened, and life became stale. His wife ended up having an affair and leaving him. She didn't care about splitting belongings and money, she just wanted to get away from him and being with her new, rich man. This is how he ended up with this house to himself.
Initially, Tim slipped back into his old, slobby ways. He never washed, never cleaned, but couldn't help but feel there was something massive missing. One night he decided to explore the idea of adoption. He needed a boy in his life. To do this though he would have to clean himself up and make an environment where a boy could live. He contacted the agency, and they were more than happy to help. They had the perfect boy, Caden, and sent Tim as much information about Caden's interests as they could. He ensured the house was spotless and even made up a bedroom based on Caden's interests. If only they had told him about Caden's dirtiness.
Caden looked down on the floor where his pile of shit lay, staining the bright white carpet. Tim had said he could be happy and be himself. He was certainly happy, so now it was time to be himself. He really wanted to play video games so decided to sit on the clean white sofa to play. His wet, shit-stained sweatpants made a brown stain as he sat down and got comfortable, but Tim just looked on.
Caden noticed him adjusting himself slightly though. Hang on, was Tim getting slightly excited watching this? Never mind, he had games to play. Tim turned on the TV and console and Caden played. About an hour later, Caden was getting thirsty and hungry again. Tim had gone into another room, so the boy got up and went searching for him. He was in the kitchen.
"Tim, I'm hungry and thirsty. Can I get something please?" whined Caden.
"Sure kid. There's drinks in the fridge, and I can cook you anything you want. What would you like?" replied Tim.
"I'd love some chicken wings! With loads of sauce! And chocolate ice cream!" Caden excitedly replied.
"Anything you want, and get yourself whatever you want from the fridge and cupboards."
Caden opened the fridge and saw it full of soda, beer, and water, along with anything else you would expect in there. Initially he thought of getting a beer out, just to see what Tim would say, but opted for soda instead. Being extra naughty could wait a bit. As he pulled the can of soda out he managed to knock a full carton of milk off the door shelf. It fell to the floor, exploding milk all over the fridge and floor.
"Shit! I've made another mess Tim. Sorry again." Caden exclaimed, although with less urgency than last time.
"That's fine Caden. I've already told you, I'm not bothered about mess. You just go an have fun."
Whoa! Another mess and still no telling off. Caden was loving this new life more and more. He left the kitchen and returned to the sofa and his game. He trampled milk all the way, his feet were soaked in it. He continued playing and could smell the odor of food wafting from the kitchen. As he continued drinking, his bladder soon filled up again and he realised he really needed to pee.
"Tim! I need to pee! Where's the bathroom?" he shouted.
"Ah! We have a problem there Caden. The toilets aren't working at the moment, and I don't know when I can get them fixed."
"So what am I supposed to do then?"
"Well, I'm sure you can think of something. I mean, you've already avoided it twice today, so it shouldn't be a problem."
Caden thought for a second. Tim was right, he hadn't been on a toilet at all today, and dirtiness seemed to be acceptable here. OK, now he was going to try being himself.
Tim came back into the room just as Caden was pulling down the front of his dirty sweatpants. Reclining back on the sofa, Caden pulled his little boycock out of his pants and started pissing. A long stream left his cock and arched across the room, landing on the coffee table. A loud splattering could be heard as the stream pooled across the table, soaking its surface and dribbling off the edges onto the carpetted floor. This was the sexiest sight Tim had seen in a long time. His cock started to swell as he stood there grinning at Caden.
Caden felt such a massive surge of relief, and noticed Tim stood there watching him. He also noticed the bulge in Tim's pants grow. The boy inwardly smiled. He knew everything was cool, and he also knew life was going to be fun if he had this effect on his new dad. When the piss had stopped flowing, Caden pulled his sweatpants back up and just carried on playing. Both boy and man seemed to be completely ignoring the sopping wet table and floor right in front of them both.
"Right Caden, your food is ready. Do you want to eat in here?" asked Tim.
"You don't mind? I'm really into this game and don't feel like moving." replied Caden.
"Sure, it's all fine with me, I'll go and get it."
Tim went and got the chicken wings from the kitchen, placing them on the sofa next to Caden. He had absolutely covered them in sauce. This was going to be a messy meal. Unknown to Caden, he had also mixed some laxative in the sauce as well. After seeing how messy the boy was, and how he seemed unbothered by using the house as a toilet, Tim thought he could have a little bit of fun.
Caden saw the food and dove straight in. Lifting pieces of chicken to his mouth, his hands and face were getting covered in sauce. Globs of it were falling onto his clothes, staining his white t-shirt and pants further. Grease was flowing down his chin, adding further to the mess. He kept shifting his position on the sofa, getting messy handprints all over the once-white fabric. As he finished each wing, he dropped the leftover bones onto the floor. Tim smiled, watching this messy little boy eat like a complete pig. He could have provided plates, but he knew Caden would prefer this method of eating. Now all he had to do was wait for the laxatives to take effect.
Caden finished the wings, leaving only a bowl of sauce next to him on the sofa. He carried on trying to play his game but his slippery, messy, greasy hands caused the controller to fly out of his grip, knocking the bowl over and causing the leftover sauce to spill across the seat and onto the white carpet, adding to the mess of the bones. The boy saw, shrugged his shoulder and picked up the controller again. He continued playing for another 15 minutes when the urge to pee hit him again. Now, he really knew that he didn't need to get up, so he just released it into his underwear.
The warm piss felt so good around his crotch. He loved this feeling, as did his dick. He felt himself getting hard and absent-mindedly rubbed his small bulge, enjoying the feeling of release and pleasure. Tim also noticed and had the same problem in his pants, feeling his crotch starting to swim in precum. The two of them kept looking at each other. There was a slight electricity in the air, but neither of them acted on it.
Suddenly there was a loud growl and Caden felt a cramping in his stomach. Oh no! Surely he didn't need to shit already. He didn't normally have to go so soon after already having a dump. The cramping started to increase in intensity, and the boy felt the urge to go increasing. Instinctively, he stood up rapidly and started to move out of the room, ending up next to a pristine white wall. Remembering that the toilets weren't working he stopped still, pondered for a second, then pulled the back of his sweatpants down. In his haste he fumbled and didn't manage to grab his underwear.
Although they were once pristine American flag Ethikas, they were already dirty from his earlier soiling. Now, he relaxed his anal muscles ever so slightly and the boxers were suddenly filled with loud farts and liquid shit. The hot, brown mess rapidly filled his boxers and started flowing out of the waistband, up the back of his t-shirt and down his legs. Wave after wave shot out of him, splattering onto the wall and floor. It seemed to never end, but eventually the stream died down and Caden relaxed.
Tim, watching from his seat, was amazed at the effect the laxatives had had on the boy. It was exactly what he had planned, and he openly sat there massaging his clothed crotch in awe at how dirty this boy was getting. Caden saw what he was doing once the shitting had stopped and decided that it was time for Tim to stop being so passive. He moved back over to the sofa and sat straight on Tim's lap, covering the mans pants in boy shit.
"I'm so sorry Tim, I really have made a big mess now. Can you forgive me?"
"Of course Caden, you've done nothing wrong. You must be getting tired now though, shall I show you you're bedroom?"
Caden moved his hand slightly and felt Tim's erection poking beneath him.
"Ok Tim. Thank you".