This is my first scat story. It involves two teenager brothers, physical domination, farting/scat, and humiliation. If that doesn't interest you, don't read it. I welcome any feedback and [constructive] criticism in my email, in.the.arms.of.angels564@gmail.com. Enjoy
My brother's name is Dustin, and he's about 15. I need to take a moment to describe him just so you'll understand how awkward and embarrassing last night was. He's 5'8, but weighs a hefty 160lbs.. of stocky muscle. He's a sophomore in high school but puts most of the seniors to shame on the wrestling team. I would say he started lifting weights at the age of 10 or so, with my father's supervision. He's a pretty hairy fella, `cause I guess that trait skipped over me and went to him, as well as the build similar to my father's.
Me? I'm the smart guy of the family.I'm 18, I work on computers in my spare time, and I have a part time job at the local Staples. I'm also a flute player for our high school's band, which gets me some flack but nothing too serious. No one knew I was gay but I figured that would have made it worse. I digress. Let's get back to the story.
It was a Friday night and for once, Dustin wasn't going out with his girlfriend or friends. He was usually pretty nice to me despite being twice my size, but today he was apparently feeling a bit malign, because whenever I would kill him on Halo, he'd give my skinny bicep a painful squeeze with a meaty hand. His bicep wasn't even bulging at the pressure he was exerting but it still hurt like hell. I'll admit, I started letting him kill me just so I could avoid the painful grasp. I guess he had gotten what he wanted, `cause he started acting nicer after that.
It was the final round and I didn't want my ranking to go down, so I started playing serious but instead of squeezing me like he had been, he made a weird threat. "Trevor, if you don't quit winning, I'm gonna fart real bad." he said to me.
I just laughed. "You're really threatening me by farting? Go ahead." I said cockily. I guess I didn't know what I was in for. Dustin just smirked and let a loud one rip through his gym shorts, and the smell hit me in the nose without warning. I started gagging and lost focus of the game because the smell was so strong and putrid.
"Oh my god, what did you eat?!" I groaned as I tried holding my breath, but the smell got through anyway.
"That's from my protein powder that I take after the gym every day." he laughed as he killed me several times while I was distracted.
"Jesus, Dustin!" I barely said before he let another one rip. I gasped in surprise, but soon found that was a mistake. The overbearing gas entered my mouth and I could almost taste it, it smelt so bad.
Dustin just laughed as I felt my head spin. I found myself gasping for air, but there was no ventilation in the room so the smell just lingered. Dustin won the game and laughed some more.
"Can you imagine how my opponents feel once I pin them to the mat? I've gotten so good at farting quietly so the ref's don't hear it, and I like cutting off my opponent's air supply so they can't make gagging noises. They have to suffer in silence!" he said with glee.
"You're fucked up, bro." I said
"Naw, that's you." he said as he threw me onto my back and mounted me, his heavy weight crushing my chest. The smell started to get a bit better, but now he had me pinned with ease and god knows what he planned to do.
"You wouldn't hurt your own brother, would you?" I said mockingly.
"I would crush your bones if you pissed me off bad enough." he said cockily. I felt like challenging him, `cause it takes quite a bit of force to crush a human bone, but one look at his bicep told me I should keep quiet.
"Let's play a game," he suggested as he held me down on the bed. I didn't like the sound of that, but what choice did I have? "I'm gonna go do my thing on the toilet, and we're gonna see who drops a bigger load." he smirked.
"Dustin, that's gross! We're brothers. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said, appalled by what he had said.
"They say the more masculine a guy is, the bigger his turds are. You scared?" he laughed.
"Is this some game you and your friends came up with?" I asked indignantly.
"We played it with the nerdy chess club members last week and guess what? All of them lost." he shrugged. "You go first." he said.
"I'm not doing this." I said, realizing he was pretty serious.
"Hey Trevor, I don't think I asked." he said, suddenly serious as he balled his hand into a fist and smacked it loudly against the mattress, inches away from my head.
I got pretty scared. This is the DustinI was used to. This is how he acted when he was with his friends, like I was his doormat. I realized he was pretty serious and, being outweighed by at least 50 lbs, I kind of had to do what he said. A sinking feeling invaded my gut as I got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. He followed me inside and sat on the counter as I plopped myself down on the toilet seat.
He kind of just smirked as I met his eyes, and when I finally accepted he wasn't letting me go, I bore down as hard as I could, hoping to produce an inkling of a thick turd so he'd leave me alone. A light scent filled the bathroom air, and I was done just a few seconds after I had started. I wiped all neatly and stood up from the toilet. Dustin and I both looked inside the toilet bowl, and my heart sank. He laughed rudely at the tiny, skinny turds I had left in the toilet. There were about 3 max, and they were very narrow and smooth looking, no more than an inch or two long.
"I can't even smell your shit, bro. What did you eat for dinner, flowers?" he mocked. "Alright, my turn."
Dustin sat his round, muscular ass on the toilet and spread his thick thighs obscenely. He stretched out his hairy legs like he was completely relaxed, then calmly started letting some farts rip. That pungent smell filled the bathroom and he hadn't even dropped logs yet. Then I heard it: sounded like big rocks dropping into a pond. He kept shitting, and shitting, and farting, and shitting. It was so fucking obscene and disgusting, but I dared not leave the room. It smelt so bad that it was all I could do not to puke.
He made eye contact with me as he continued, for minutes on end, to drop logs. He smirked and gave his bicep a light flex, like he was proud of himself. I looked on in horror as he finally stopped and rose from the toilet, his massive thighs flexing as he did.
"Where'd your shit go, bro?" he said as he looked into the toilet, which was so full of thick, rigged logs that mine were completely occluded. "Oh yeah, and that's how a real man shits." I was shocked at how full the toilet was, and how pungent the odor was.
"Oh, and one more thing. If a man can breathe normally after you're done shitting, you ain't a man." he laughed as I gasped for air.
"I guess I didn't tell you what happens to the loser." he said smugly. I anxiously anticipated what he would say next. "Notice I didn't wipe my ass? You have to stick your stuck in here and clean my completely. If I wipe up with toilet paper once you are done and there's any shit there, you have to clean out the toilet bowl next!" he said.
"No way! That's so gross. I can't believe you're asking me to do that!" I exclaimed, horrified at the thought of licking my own brother's asshole.
"I'm not asking." he said haughtily as he bumped his thick pecs against my flat chest, pushing me against the wall. His pants were still around his ankles and his thick thighs put my little stick legs to shame. He had me trapped and there was absolutely nothing I could do.
I resigned myself to this humiliation and sank to my knees. The obscene scent of his shitty asshole crushed my nostrils before I even stuck my nose in. I did the best that I could to not gag as I grazed his hairy glute with my tongue, but his shit was so thick and solid.. nothing like the runny, smooth shit from my hole. There was so much everywhere that it got on my cheeks and nose as I licked at it. I felt him suddenly clench his hole, and before I could move away, it came: a strong gust of air as he let a big, loud fart rip right in my face.
"Sorry bro, sometimes I just can't hold it." he laughed.
I wanted to sink into the floor and never surface. I felt so powerless against this dirty hulk of a teenager. I couldn't help but feel he was getting some kind of sexual gratification out of this.. or maybe that was just my dirty mind. My brother had always been the authoritarian type of brother, letting me know who was in charge since the day his muscles started growing.
I kept licking the shitty hole, swallowing my brother's masculine excrement little by little, until what felt like an eternity had passed. I was so proud of myself for not upchucking it, as that likely would have earned me an even worse punishment.
"Alright Trevor, let's see how you did. He took a piece of toilet paper and wiped his ass, and to my horror, there was a tiny smidge of light yellow where I had cleaned well enough in his inner hole. I was hoping he would let it slide as it was such a miniscule amount, but I was a fool for having any hope.
"Trevor, it looks like the toilet might be clogged. Wanna help me plunge it?" Dustin looked at me and grinned, as I noticed his young manhood growing.
"Please don't make me do this, Dustin." I said, with shit still all over my smooth face. Dustin ignored my pleas and lifted me off the ground with his strong arms, and turned me upside down so I was facing the toilet headfirst. He was so strong.. he wasn't even struggling to hold me up. Without so much as a warning, Dustin plugged me headfirst into the toilet and said, "Eat up!"
I gobbled some of the turd, when suddenly he lifted me out of the toilet bowl, shit all in my hair and all over my face. "There you go buddy!" he said as he plunged me into the toilet bowl again.. and again.. and again. I felt sick to my stomach as I ate up the remaining, thick piece of shit. I didn't think Dustin could shock me any more than he already had that night, but once he set me back down on my feet, he pushed me up against the wall of the bathroom and forcefully tongue kissed me.
"Fuck, my shit tastes so good. So fucking masculine." he said, more to himself than anyone as he broke the embrace. "Get down and suck my dick." Dustin commanded.
He was getting so into the situation, his body became sweaty and his veins started bulging out of his muscles. He looked like he was in another world. I chose not to contest his order and I once again sunk to my knees. Despite having shit all over my face still, he pushed me head onto his fully erect, thick cock. I could hear him saying, "Oh yeah bro, my thick shit feels good all over my big cock." he was totally into himself, and I couldn't really blame him. He looked like such a stud.
It wasn't long after a few minutes of him raping the back of my throat with his shit covered cock that he shot his funky load into my throat. It hit me with such force that I was choking on it, but I managed to swallow it, along with some remnants of turd pieces. Dustin was beside himself in ecstasy as he audibly inhaled the killer scent of his shit and cum that filled the bathroom.
I slowly stood up to wash my face, but Dustin grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.
"Hey bro, I wouldn't bother with that." he said calmly as I looked at him perplexed.
"You gotta clean off the insides of the toilet, and all around the seat before you can leave. Don't worry, it'll be fun." he finished, as he let a long, noisy fart escape from his now-clean asshole. My broken spirit resigned itself to obedience as I knelt to the ground, once more, at Dustin's feet and next to the altar that was the toilet bowl.