My Fantasy - Chapter 9.1 - Sick Perversions By mattbuck matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com
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Codes: MM, Oral (MM), Anal (MM), Domination (M/M), Bondage (cuffs), WAM (custard), Piss (MM), Scat (MM), Electro-shock (MM)
Early in 2003, I got an e-mail from an old friend of mine, one Dan by name (not Danny, I hasten to add). He'd been expelled from school the previous year, for some reason I couldn't remember. What I did remember was that he was dead sexy. Brown hair, green eyes, about 5'10 or so. Very energetic. Anyway, he wanted to meet up, his house, he said. Three X's below his name.
I arrived at the address he'd given when I'd rung him on the phone later, and rang the bell. Dan answered the door in a shirt held together by only 3 buttons, and some black trousers. His eyes sparkled as he ushered me into the lounge while he made drinks. We just sat there for a while, talking some random shit about what we'd been doing the past year or so. Eventually we were reminiscing about the time we were at school together.
"Hey, Dan, do you still do that 'Freedom is nudity, nudity is freedom' thing?" I asked, remembering the school changing rooms after PE or games.
"Hey, well, it's still true isn't it?" he asked.
"Would that mean that you're only wearing clothes because of my presence?"
"Does it look as if I took time putting these on?" he asked, indicating his undone cuffs, scarcely buttoned shirt and trousers.
"Please, don't let me stop you." I said. "I'm the guest, I should be conforming to your wishes."
"Ok then, strip." Dan said, already pulling off his shirt, exposing a flat hairless chest with brown nipples. I followed suit, pulling my T-shirt over my head. Dan was already pulling down his trousers, and I followed more slowly, not knowing quite how far this was going to go. Soon enough, however, I too was wearing only boxer shorts. I couldn't stop my cock hardening at the thought of seeing Dan naked. He was now pulling down his red boxer shorts. I hastily followed suit, trying not to glance at his naked form. I failed. His cock was soft, but about full size of 6 inches or so. He had a load of brown hair around it, but no hair anywhere else except under his arms and on his head. We had been sitting down, but Dan stood up, saying that if we were going to be naked, he'd better turn the heating on. I watched his perfect ass-cheeks go out the door, before getting up off the sofa, and turning on the radiator to help Dan. I enjoyed the sensations of simply walking over to the radiator: a draught on my balls, the fur rug under my toes... delicious. I returned to the sofa and sat down, now enjoying the material rubbing against my balls. I leant back against the corner of the sofa, and opened my legs to get more comfortable. Presently Dan came back, and sat down at the other end of the sofa, sitting in the same way. Again, we talked for a while, me sneaking glances at his cock.
"So Matt, fucked anyone recently?" The question took me by surprise.
"Yes... have you?"
"No good ones. No-one's as perverted as me."
"No-one? I find that hard to believe. Surely loads of people would want to get in your pants... when you wear them."
"You included, I suppose?"
"How big are your pants?" I watched his cock grow harder, until it was fully erect - a drop of pre-cum on the tip.
"I'm very perverted." Dan said.
"Try me." I got up, and crawled over to Dan, keeping my ass high in the air. I gently sucked on his cock. I got as much into my mouth as possible from that angle, and then licked the head and sucked.
"Not bad. I guess you've had practice." I nodded assent. "Get up." He led me to his room, and pulled out four pairs of handcuffs. I lay down on the bed.
"Last chance to back out, Matt. I don't play safe words. Once you start the game, it doesn't stop until I'm satisfied."
"I want you."
He smiled, and handcuffed me spread-eagled to the bed. He wandered round the room, getting things out of cupboards, all the while quizzing me on my sexual history. A belt, three large bottles of mineral water, a jug of custard, a bag of ice, some assorted dildos and butt- plugs with lubricant, an empty "suck-top" bottle, a box with a load of wires attached, and a VERY large bowl of piss. He put them all on a table by the bed. I suddenly realised what I was in for.
"Hmm... I think we should start with a drink." Dan said. With that, he climbed onto the bed, and knelt over me, straddling my stomach with his knees, my cock rubbing against his ass-crack. He took the first bottle, and opened the top. He put his lips to the end, and raised the bottle. A litre disappeared quickly. He lowered the empty bottle and smiled at me. Then, he took the suck-top bottle, unscrewed the top, and dunked it into the piss bowl to fill it up. He rescrewed the top, and rested the bottle on my chest, where the cold piss left on the bottle started pooling. Keeping eye contact with me, he sucked one finger after another into his mouth to clean them. He moved so that his weight was going mostly through his ass resting on my stomach, and put the bottle to my lips, holding it there with his knees. I started sucking greedily. Dan meanwhile started on his second bottle of water. I finished before he did, and my bottle was quickly refilled. I guessed that the bottle was about one litre in capacity.
We kept drinking, slower towards the end. I think I drank about 3 litres of cold piss, Dan the same of water. My bladder was nearly bursting, and I could see Dan's forcing his lower stomach out. I guessed mine must be the same. Dan got up slowly, which was a relief. He took the ice, and held it against his cock, which slowly deflated. Whilst doing this, he walked over to the radiator and turned it up. Well, not quite walked, waddled might describe it better. He then climbed back on the bed, and stood between my legs. His cock was soft now, and pointing at my stomach. He let go. A torrent of golden piss came out and splattered over my stomach. It seemed very warm. He slowly moved the shower up, over my chest. Then, with what could only be called superhuman effort, he stopped the flow, and knelt over my chest, his cock right in front of my face. I opened my mouth greedily. Dan let go again, and the piss came streaming out into my open mouth. It filled me, and I swallowed, but I couldn't keep up with the flow. It was running out of my mouth and down my cheeks, where it was soaking into the bed. He turned round, the piss still flowing, staining the sheets. He used his hands to open his ass cheeks, and then lowered himself onto my eager mouth. I eagerly started licking, as he continued pissing on my chest. Suddenly, his arsehole started to open, and the tip of a shit poked out. I suddenly realised how perverted he was. I clamped my lips tight shut as the shit came out further. It was resting against my lips.
"Open wide." I heard. I obstinately kept my lips tight shut.
"Remember, you agreed to this." Dan said, almost sadly. Suddenly, my stomach felt intense pain - he'd hit me with the belt.
"Fuck!" I tried to shout, but was muffled by Dan's ass and all that happened was that the shit fell into my mouth. Not what I'd planned, but obviously what Dan had. I held my mouth open, trying not to taste the sour crap filling my mouth. Dan got up, and I noticed that he'd stopped pissing. He crouched over my chest, and farted. Then, another lump of shit fell out of his arse. It felt warm. Another followed, and Dan started groaning. Little by little, I saw another come out of his arse. It was a long one. He moved as he shitted, laying it up to just below my chin. It must have been 9" long. Horrid as it was, it turned me on. I felt my cock twitch, trying to get harder, or find something to release the pressure it had been building. Dan then took the jug of custard, and using the bottle, poured in some of the cold piss. He used a finger to mix it, taking it out every so often to lick it. Eventually, he judged it well mixed, and sat on my chest, right on his pile of shit. He moved back and forth a bit, rubbing it on his ass cheeks. He then squatted again, and held one hand under his ass. Onto it, he laid another 6" shit. This he rubbed into his ass-crack, making little moans of pleasure. I could see him push three shitty fingers up his arse. He took them out again, and sucked each finger clean. He then rubbed his hand under my chin, coating it in shit. He then slowly licked his hand clean.
"Don't you want it, Matt? Oh well, since you've been a good boy this far, you can have the custard." He took two slices of cucumber that I hadn't noticed before, and laid them over my eyes, like a beauty treatment. I obviously couldn't see what happened next, but what bits of my mouth weren't filled with shit, were soon filled with custard. He didn't pour any over my face, but he did over my hair, and down my chest where his shit was. He then used his hands to clench my jaw shut, forcing me to bite his shit. It was quite firm, and seemingly juicy, though what of that was my saliva I couldn't tell.
"Eat it by yourself, and maybe I'll let you wash out your mouth." That was incentive enough for me. It was kind of like eating Brussels Sprouts, in that it wasn't something you did voluntarily, you just had to, no matter how bad it tasted. This tasted pretty bad. I guessed I was lucky to be allowed piss-custard. I swallowed as quickly as I could. Dan put three pillows under my head so I didn't have to strain my neck to see my stomach, where the custard was slowly running off me and onto the bed. Dan straddled my stomach, and slowly lowered himself onto my chest, before moving slowly up and down, rubbing the shit and custard into us. It was perverted, it was disgusting... it was so fucking erotic. He kissed me slowly; I could taste more of his shit on his tongue. He got up again, and knelt beside me. Shit now covered both our stomachs and chests. He started licking my chest clean of shit, making contented moaning noises. He used one hand to scrape shit off his chest, and feed it into my mouth. Then, he used the other hand to apply ice to my cock, making it softer, before pushing down on me, just below my stomach. I couldn't help myself, I started to piss. I could tell Dan was getting off from this; he aimed the flow directly at his face, and into his mouth. He then used my piss to wash his chest off, before moving out of the way to let the juice fall into my mouth, to be used as mouth-wash. Meanwhile, he rolled his head around on my chest, getting shit in his hair. He wiped his ass with one hand - it came up very shitty. He rubbed it into my hair, and drew lines like war-paint across my forehead, on my nose and over my cheeks. Also right under my nose, so I couldn't smell anything but shit.
"Have you ever tried shock sex?" Dan asked, undoing the cuffs around my ankles.
"What do you mean?" I asked, keeping my ankles in the same place until they were moved. Moved they were - they were cuffed up two feet above my head, leaving my arse open to Dan.
"I guess you're about to find out." He plugged in the box I'd seen earlier, and came over to me with the wires. He attached one to each of my nipples, using serrated clips. It didn't hurt too much, but it was still uncomfortable. More wires were added - by pads this time, on either side (up and down) of my arsehole. Now, two wires were wrapped around my cock, one near the top, the other near the bottom. Dan attached electrodes to his nipples, and plugged in a large dildo with metal rings. He knelt with his ass to me, and I saw that his ass was brown, especially on the cheeks. He rubbed the dildo up and down, before plunging it in all at once. He flipped a switch on the machine, and said,
"Now you'll find out about shock sex."
He turned a dial on the machine, and changed the position of the switch next to the wires to my nipples. Immediately a pulse came through them, hurting slightly, and making my flesh come up in goosebumps. I gasped. Another shock. Pain turned to pleasure, my cock twitched. Dan turned on his nipple electrodes as well. He turned the dial once more - the voltage increased, and it was pain once more, but what delicious pain. He moved to my ass, and positioned his cock at my entrance. One thrust and he was in. He reached over and turned on his butt plug electrodes and my ass electrodes. I could only imagine what it felt like for him - what I had was incredible. Dan may have been a total pervert - beyond redemption - but he could sure fuck, and the shocks around my asshole were making it even better. What little movement I had I used to meet Dan's thrusts, getting him deeper into me; but for all my efforts, Dan didn't cum. He must have held out for five, ten minutes before he finally came in my ass. His upper body collapsed backwards, as he kept coming. I was sure that my ass must be full by now. However, it was about to get fuller.
"Mmmm, yeah..." Dan moaned. "Nice. Just one more thing..." I felt another flow of hot liquid into my ass - not cum this time, but piss. All the time, the electric assault upon my nipples went on. Dan leaned over and flipped the switch to the wire on my cock. My mind exploded in orgasm - my cock pumped load after load of cum over my chest. As the orgasm died down, the shocks became painful - almost unbearable on my sensitive cock. Dan however turned off the power, and pulled away from my ass, putting in a butt plug. He undid my cuffs, and removed the wires. I flexed my sore limbs, and sat up on the wet bed. Dan sat beside me.
"Now do you see why no-one comes back for more?" he asked.
"Yes, I think I do." I replied. On an impulse, I wrapped my arms around him in a hug, drawing him close to me. He sat on my lap, facing me. I was a bit sad. He was so sexy, but he was so perverted. I was almost certain I wouldn't be coming back again. Finally he got up.
"Matt, you might want to use the shower before you go home."
"Do I get company for my shower?"
"If that's what you want." He replied with a grin.
We spent at least an hour in the shower, cleansing each other's bodies, gently rubbing each other clean in the warm water. We fucked each other under the shower-head, Dan every bit as good as before, but neither of us came in the other - we just finished each other off with a 69 on the floor. We kissed goodbye on the doorstep, and as I walked away I heard that door close behind me. I was happy with my choice - Dan was a good fuck, but he would close the door to my other fuck-friends. They were the ones I wanted truly. Danny, John, all the others. They were my heart's desires, they were mine.