POTTY MOUTH by bawdypen
Thanks, I'll...I'll just sit up if you don't mind.
Doctor Petrie, I've done something I'm not sure I should have. In trying to avenge my son, I fear I overstepped certain boundaries. I performed an obscene act in front of my 8-year-old son that was motivated more by my own lust than any sense of fairness.
Oh, no no. It had nothing to do with incest. I have no designs on my sweet boy. It was a filthy act I forced another man to perform in his presence.
Let me start from the time Carey and I were coming from the hardware store. We were just getting into the van when suddenly he pointed at a thirtyish man walking toward the entrance and blurted out, "Daddy, that man made me go potty in his mouth!"
Well, I was startled to say the least. It was a strange, unbelievable thing for a boy to say. We sat there while I got the whole story from him. He didn't act traumatized by his ordeal, just sort of amazed at what the man had done. In fact, he giggled throughout his re-telling and said he thought it was funny when he did it, too, but the man didn't mind his laughing. He even laughed with him--like it was all a fun game!
He said he was frightened at first when the man led him into the bushes at the park and pulled his pants down. But the man said not to be afraid, he only wanted to see his 'thing.' Carey thought it was kinda silly, til the man showed him his thing! He said it was real, real big and HARD. Like a monster, but not really scary. More than anything, he wanted to know if his thing would get like that! He said the man laughed and said probably bigger. Carey gave me a big grin when he said that.
I asked him if the man made him touch it, but he said no. He said the man didn't touch his either. That's when I got back to going potty in his mouth. I presumed he meant that the man wanted him to piss in his mouth, but Carey said, "Nope, he wanted me to poop!"
I sat there, stunned and gaping, listening to him tell me how the man turned him around and licked his little bottom, then his 'stinky poophole' before urging him 'go to the bathroom'!
"YOU DID?!!" I gushed. He nodded sheepishly and shrugged.
"I hadda go anyway. When I turned around, he had my poop in his mouth! He looked real funny. Why would he do something so yucky, Dad?"
"I don't know, son," I gritted my teeth, "but I'm gonna find out!"
Being a reserve officer, as you know, I always carry a firearm. I was steaming mad, Doc! I told Carey to wait there, and when that fellow came out I followed him to his car. Then I pulled my rod out and told him to walk to my van and get in the back.
The moment he saw Carey, he just about shit his pants! Then he saw the look in my eyes and knew he was really in for it...like his last seconds on earth were ticking away.
"Hi!" Carey blurted out at him, waving. "You're that nasty man. Do you remember me? You ate my poop!"
"Uh, um, n-never saw ya before, k-kid. S-sorry."
I tied him up with some rope I had back there. All the time he's protesting innocence and pleading to be released. I stayed grim and silent, still deciding what to do with him. I knew I wasn't going to kill him, but I was going to do something. I gagged him and got up front, starting the engine.
I guess it was the way Carey reacted to the whole thing that dissipated any murderous anger I would have had if he'd actually hurt my boy. I also knew I wasn't going to turn him in. I felt, and still do, that any court proceedings would only instill shame and guilt on the boy. I honestly think more harm is done by all that, and it's better to simply tell an untraumatized child that such behavior is beneath him and he should avoid men like that.
Going over these beliefs as I drove into the nearby hills, we were silent. Carey looked at me curiously, wondering what I was going to do. My gun had him obviously frightened. I could see in his expression that he could not relate his experience to my furious anger.
Finally, he asked me.
"Daddy, are you mad? Are you gonna shoot him? He didn't really..."
"No, son. I'm not going to shoot him," I whispered so the fellow couldn't hear. "But I want him to think so."
Pulling his lips inside his mouth, Carey nodded. He glanced back at the man laying there squirming-wide-eyed with fright. He got an evil little grin on his face. That look boys get when they squish bugs. "What are ya gonna do?" he whispered back.
I rolled down the window, turning down the dirt road into the gully.
"Son, that man had no right doing such a filthy act with you. Now some men do strange things, but they shouldn't do it with young boys like you. He's obviously a pedophile. That means he likes doing nasty things with youngsters instead of grownups his own age. We have to teach him a lesson. Since you were the one who was violated, what do you think we should do with him?"
I had trepidation at asking Carey's advice, but I really didn't have any idea how to resolve it all. I wanted to bite my tongue as soon as I'd asked his advice. I was afraid he'd just say to let him go. But I should have remembered that young boys have a natural cruel streak and an ability to analyze things sometimes simpler and more concise than we adults do. He quickly supplied the man's punishment!
"He liked it, Daddy. I could tell. He should do it to older grownups like you said. We should make him learn that."
"Uh, what do you mean, son?"
"You go potty in his mouth, Daddy! Make him suck your poop til he likes it! Then he'll leave little boys alone."
Doc, it was ingenious! Oh, I didn't think for a minute that Carey's assessment was correct. But it was a perfect form of retribution. The idea of taking a shit in the bastard's mouth welled up my anger. It also welled up my prick! I had a stiff boner in my pants when I pulled up and stopped. I was dizzy with excitement. From that point on, no thought of how proper it was to do this in front of Carey even entered my mind. It just seemed correct that he witness it. It was his retribution...and his idea!
I dragged the fellow from the van and tied him to thick, broken-off branches sticking out of an old, fallen-down tree stump upon which he rested his head. Then I pulled the gag out and pointed my revolver in his face!
He'd heard our exchange and was visibly more relaxed. But not so relaxed that he wasn't unsure I might be volatile at any moment.
I demanded to know how many other boys he'd committed lewdness with. "O-only four! Honest! I...I won't do it again. PLEASE!"
My cock was nearly ripping my pants out. "You like sucking on young boys' turds, hunh?" I screamed, waving the gun. I glanced at Carey. He was a bit shocked at my use of the word 'turd', but that only tickled me more. "You ever sucked a man's turd, you pervert?" I yelled.
"N-n-no, no. I...that doesn't, uh, interest me. Don't make me..."
"Sorry, chump. You heard the boy. Unless you don't care about getting out of here alive?"
"You'll...you'll let me go...if I do it?" he trembled.
God! I almost shot in my pants when he agreed. Doc, I was really out of control. I could feel the pressure in my rectum getting insistent. Almost like my turd heard every- thing and was signalling readiness!
"You suck on my smelly turd, you creep, and promise to never touch a kid again...we'll let you go."
He screwed up his face like I was suggesting the most vile, disgusting act imaginable, but slowly nodded. Doc, I liked that! Here was this child-molesting dirty shiteater laying there, absolutely terrified at the idea of licking my shit. I wanted to give it to him so bad I totally ignored the implications of Carey seeing how rock hard my prick was as I pulled my pants off!
They both gasped when they saw it--Carey's nearly drowning out his. Fuck it, I thought. Let the kid see how his old man's hung! I even grabbed hold of it and swung it around proudly, getting a charge seeing the admiration in my son's face. I didn't have to ask to know it was bigger than the one the creep had shown to him.
But this wasn't a show...exactly. I got down to business. I jerked my head, signalling Carey to get behind to watch. To watch the man's humiliation. Watching his father take a shit was probably more of a trauma than his whole ordeal with the guy, but that didn't register with me. I just pushed my bare ass up to the guy's face and pulled my cheeks apart.
"LICK IT!" I cried. "LICK IT LIKE YOU DID MY BOY'S. LICK MY SMELLY ASSHOLE YOU FUCK! I'M GONNA TAKE A BIG FUCKIN' SHIT IN YOUR MOUTH AND I WANT MY SON TO SEE YOU SUCK ON IT!"
Aw, cripes, Doc. I was out of control! Carey never said a word as I spewed out these obscenities. He kept glancing from my face to the guy's face. More on the guy's face once he starting licking my anus. And damned if I didn't start jacking off when his tongue began to lap up my crack! I tried hiding it, but I guess it was obvious. So I forced myself to stop doing it and concentrated on getting it over with.
I started to shit. I could feel the hugeness of it ripping my big asshole open. Hunh? Oh. Well, I kinda always thought I had a big one. I don't know. I mean, I don't go checking out other guys' holes. It just always seemed big to me.
Anyway, it's started. And it feels damned good. You know how sometimes taking a big dump's such a great feeling? Well, it was one of those. Fat and thick and makin' my prostate tingle. It got to be a real erotic thing. And that freak didn't help matters, either!
"OH, SHIT! FUCK, MAN, THAT SMELLS GOOD!" the creep cries out. He's really diggin' it, and that makes me all the hornier!
"Mmmm, never had the guts, man!" he's moaning. "Fuck that baby shit! SHOOT ME THAT BIG TURD, FELLA! BLOW THAT HOT SHIT OUTTA THERE!"
All the time I can feel his breath and lips...and his tongue wiping around my fuckin' shit-stuffed hole! He's going nuts licking my turd and smelling my ornery shit. I spread my legs further apart and took the biggest crap in my life right down his fuckin' throat! He's moaning and sucking on it, and Carey's yapping away!
"GOSH! OH, GOSH! OH, DADDY, WHAT A BIG DIRTY TURD!" he gushed. "HE'S SUCKIN' IT, ALRIGHT! HE'S REALLY SUCKIN' IT! SUCK MY DADDY'S SHIT!!"
"Mmm, mmmm!" the guy's moaning. I blew it out of my ass cleanly, not worrying how it would fall on him. When I turned, my long turd was just breaking off, plopping onto his chest. The biggest part of it was still stuffed in his mouth. He wasn't spittin' it out. No sir. He just continued to suck on it. I saw something jerk inside his pants, then saw the growing wet spot expand as his prick exploded!
That did it. I straddled him and masturbated right in his face! Jerking his head, he flung the turd away and tried to catch the bolts of jizz I was squirting over him.
"WOW! WHAT'S THAT, DADDY! ARE YOU PEEING?"
That took some explanation, later. Dazed, confused, and a more than a little ashamed, I untied him and left him there. Suddenly, the whole thing disgusted me. We drove off. The fellow was still laying there licking on my turds, Doc! The only sense of satisfaction I really got was thinking the guy had at least learned he didn't need little boys to satisfy his perverted lust.
Carey was astonished, but he's practically forgotten it by now. But I keep going over it continually. Did I do right, Doctor?
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