Brotherhood of Shit
by Brownluster
This is a story which includes scat, piss and uninhibited gay sex. Such areas are often deeply offensive to some guys so if you are one please do not read any further. My aim in writing such stories is not to cause any harm or offence and those guys out there who do enjoy such stories I know will not be offended.
The time had come for my annual health checkup at the doctors. I was in a new town so I did not know the doctors in the practice so all I asked when I made the appointment was that the doctor should be a man. So, I duly turn up at the practice and I gather from the lack of patients, and the hour, that mine must be one of the last appointments of the day. Staff and doctors departed for home whilst I waited, leafing through the magazines in the waiting room. Eventually my name came up and I was directed to go to room 8. I knocked and heard a muffled "come in " so I opened the door and walked in.
The doctor must have been in his early forties so a tad older than my 35 years. He was slim with a completely shaved head and blue eyes. The thing that stood out were the tattoos that I could see plainly as he wore a short sleeved doctor's coat. They were intense dark subjects like strange signs and fisted hands. They were very attractive and it took me a moment to notice he was actually talking to me. "Please take a seat Jamie. I have just to tell the reception clerk she can now go home and lock up after her. You're my last patient of the day and this exam may take a while so there is no need for her to hang around."
I waited, looking round the room. It was well equipped with an examination couch as well as a cabinet full of doctor's goodies. I noticed several speculums in the cabinet just waiting for the right arse. After a few moments he returned. "This is the first time we have met so you ought to know that I am not one of those stuffed shirt doctors up their own arses. I like a laid back approach so please call me Jim and I hope I can call you Jamie? " .
"Certainly" I replied. " The more laid back the better."
He asked me to remove my shirt and proceeded to feel various places over my chest and back. I enjoyed the feel of his hands on my skin and my cock started to fill out in my shorts. He sounded my chest and back and felt the glands on my neck, his fingers lingering as though they were caressing me. "Nice smooth body you have there Jamie" he said. I reddened slightly. He then took out a penlight and looked in each of my eyes. Up close his blue eyes were so deep it took my breath away. Next he took my pulse and then blood pressure, writing notes on his pad. He then asked me to strip off my shorts and socks and lie on the examination couch. Much to my surprise he then remarked how hot it was in there and took off his doctor's coat. He wore nothing underneath bar his elasticated trousers and was I imagining that there was a tenting in the front? His chest was covered in tats and I noticed both nips were pierced. Mine were too so I began to wonder about this doc. Was he gay or a biker or hells angel?
I laid on my back and my stiffy was now flag pole straight up. He seemed not to notice as he felt my groin area and each ball to check for lumps. He asked me to cough and my cock jumped. He laughed and said "All docs do that to have a laugh you know" His laughter was infectious and I took a moment to realise his hand was now on my shaft and was sensuously wandering up and down its length. "My you are a good looking young guy Jamie" he said his other hand wandering to the front of his own trousers. " I wonder which of us is the bigger?" Grinning he released the cord holding his trousers up and they fell to the floor to reveal a naked guy with a beautiful long smooth cock at full mast. In fact his whole body was smooth, any trace of hair removed including his pubes. He stepped out of this trousers and for some reason stripped off his socks throwing all of it into a corner of the room and then advanced on me as I lay there. My hand reached out to stroke his pole as his reached back to fondle mine. " Somehow I thought we would get on " he said. "However I warn you I am a dirty doc". "You have no idea how dirty I am too doc!" I said and his grin widened.
"I like to examine my patients arse hole first". The examination couch had raised stirrups at one end. He raised my legs until he could strap my legs into the leather bindings so my arse was pointing straight forward for the exam. He ran his hands up and down my legs and an electric feeling coursed through my body. He then drew up a stool and sat in front of my gaping arse. He licked his lips, no pretence now but that he was hungry for my hole. He bent forward and gently touched my arse lips with his tongue. It felt good. He then started digging his tongue into my arse fucking, my hole with the tip and working it further into my hole.
I let out a great gasp and his hand stroked and then grabbed my balls. This doc was seriously into hole. Mine wasn't particularly clean either and yet he literally ate my arse. I could feel my bowel loosening and knew that soon a turd would descend but I didn't care. He said he was a dirty doc so let's see. As I felt my first turd enter the passage to my hole doc seemed to sense the arrival he withdrew his tongue, but licked my arse feverishly. As the stinking turd came through he took it in his mouth sucking it in. A moan of sheer pleasure escaped his now shit covered lips. "Fuck, you taste good Jamie" he said. "Let's see what more you have up there". He eased his fingers into my hole creaming the shit left surrounding my pulsing shit lips. As he penetrated he took shit from his mouth and stroked his cock with it. He found the next turd waiting impatiently to come forth and crushed it between his fingers then drawing it out to plaster his nips and wiping more onto his now magnificent cock stem.
Then, with an agility I would not have believed, he climbed on top of me and presented his arse to my face. I have never required encouragement when faced with a gaping arse hole so went to work immediately on his hole. His turds came thick and quick overspilling my waiting lips as I tried to cope with the sheer volume. He swivelled and coating the turds over my chest he lowered himself onto me spreading the thick brown sludge over both our bodies. The smell this sent into the air as we heated the shit with our bodies made both of us deeply inhale. "You like the aroma Jamie?". "Nothing better mate". I was closely stroking my cock as he slowly climbed back off me and positioned himself at my arse end gazing into my eyes. Then he pushed his long, thick shit stick into my gaping and willing hole bareback. Those of you who know what it feels like to combine bare skin with shit in a good fuck know what I was feeling at this moment. His piston action, which resulted in more shit coming forth and dropping to the floor, slowly increased in speed till we both were loud in our cries of lust. With one last pelvic thrust he filled me with cum before pausing and then pulling out. He released me from my bonds and it was my turn to mount him as though we were two gay animals rutting each other. I mounted him like a dog, thrusting my long cock into his dirty hole without regard for whether it was painful or not. I just wanted him at that moment and the desire blotted out any other consideration. When I came we collapsed on the floor now strewn with shit. He gathered me into his arms and kissed me full on the mouth sharing our shit between us.
When at last we relaxed he looked at me a moment in silence and then said "Jamie I think you are a good candidate for a little club of mine." "I'm certainly interested if your club has guys as fucking horny and dirty as you" I grinned. "Oh yes. It is a Brotherhood devoted to arse and turd worship; a sort of cult but wholly fixated on our arses and what they produce. You interested?" Cult sounded a little weird but, what the heck. "Count me in mate" I replied.
"Right. We have a gathering this weekend so try not shitting for the rest of the week Jamie. We all will want part of you." " I cannot wait" I truthfully replied.
The next four days were hell not only because of the anticipation but also that growing need to shit especially when you try not too. My arse felt it was bursting with desire to push out turd but I resisted that urge and kept it bottled up. I had, because shit sex was my thing, kept a ready supply of my own turds frozen in the freezer. I checked my stash. A good two months worth. I thought 'No one will go hungry this weekend! '
On the Friday I received a text from Jim with directions to a farm in the country around twenty miles away from my place. I jumped in my car and headed out, arriving as a steel gate leading to a long drive into a wooded area. I buzzed the switch on the gate and after Jim recognised my voice the gate swung open only to automatically close behind me as I drove in. The drive was at least half a mile long leading to a large sprawling house in the midst of the wood. Jim was waiting, that ever-present grin on his face, at the door. He was dressed in jock and vest, thick brown socks and DMs. I was struck again by how his body was so devoid of hair just like mine. I had taken especial care the night before to cream away all pubic and arse hair. My arse made a satisfying slurpy noise when I farted. Just right for the first tongue to get to work. I was dressed in khaki cotton cut-offs, vest and, like Jim, thick brown woollen socks folded down over my Doc Martins. My head was shaved and glistened in the afternoon sunshine and my body was a ready canvas for any guy's brown painting skills. Jim greeted me with a sensual kiss on the mouth which lingered as we explored each other's mouths with our tongues.
After what seemed an age Jim led me hand in hand through the large carved wooden front door into a sort of vestibule. This space was decorated with paintings of naked men, all in the process of pushing out a turd. I was taken that some seemed much older than others, the varnish crackled with age. Although the men were naked their hair styles were very different making you think some had been painted over a hundred years ago at least. The space had several doors leading off from it. Jim took the first on the right which led into a comfortable lounge area with black leather couches. Several guys dressed only in jocks and boots sat around the room, mostly in couples or threesomes; some snogging and some just reading. There was, though, an ever present aroma of sweat, piss and shit in the air. Indeed the same smell was to be had in all the house although not all rooms were used for shit play ( or worship as I was about to find out ).
Jim introduced me to those who were not so engrossed in each other and led me through another door and up a stair to a corridor of more doors. It was all like some sort of warren. Each door had a number and, yes clichŽ, Jim led me to number 69. The lettering, brown with a gold outline stood out leading me to my fate. We went in and Jim quietly closed the door behind us. All of a sudden we were clawing at each other trying to maximise our bodily contact. Our cocks full we could easily have fucked for hours but equally suddenly Jim pulled away and held me at arms length gazing into my eyes. It was obvious that he was holding himself back with great difficulty but after a few brief moments he relaxed and indicated for me to sit in one of the two leather buttonback armchairs by the massive bed. He sat opposite me and I could tell he did not know where to begin.
"You might think Jamie that this is just an orgy in the making here in this house but it isn't. I have been looking for a guy like you for a long time. One who likes arse, someone who is not afraid of shit. It helps that I am deeply wanting you to be mine and for us to live a life of shit together in the future too. What you need to know before we can make this happen is that I am also part of a shit brotherhood too. All the guys you will meet today are part of this brotherhood and although we have particular partners, we have sex with all other brothers too. Many guys could not accept this at all: the idea of sharing bodies. We also worship shit. It is our god and we live for turd every day of our lives. If you want me, you need to be on board with this too. I am going to leave you now to think this over so you make no rash decision. If you want this there will be no turning back after tonight. Take your time" With that he left with just one backward look into my eyes.
What was I to think? I had prepared myself for a lifetime with Jim, Our delving into each other's shitholes each day. I had even considered what marriage would be like. I was not a prude or naive when it came to mass shit sessions having enjoyed many but I had never considered polyamory before. Still, the idea of always having a man's body smeared with shit at my beg and call was most appealing. However what about this pseudo shit cult? A Brotherhood of Turds? Most bizarre. Doubts crept in. I was struggling with this when the door quietly opened. Standing in the doorway was a tall man in his sixties, shaved head and smooth bod sporting a large bulge beneath his brown jockstrap. He casually entered the room and shut the door behind him.
"I'm Spike although most of the boys call me Gramps" he said, a grin playing on his face. "I heard Jim had brought a raw recruit and thought I would come welcome you and help you understand the situation. Jim is a lovely guy but crap with easing a guy into our way of living. I suspect you are sitting there wondering what the quickest escape route is." He laughed and it was as though a tension storm had been lifted. He jerked his thumb at the couch on the other side of the bed and led me over to sit beside him. "You care a lot about Jim don't you?" he said as he wrapped his arms about me. He slowly peeled off my vest and I found myself removing his as though we were lovers and then we embraced, our mouths close and then kissing. He held me. He did not seduce me nor force himself upon me. He enfolded me in calm. "It is a lot to take in. Usually we take months to bring a guy to this point. We must be careful as all of us have lives outside this brotherhood and some of us have non shit partners or even wives. Some have high powered positions and a taint of scandal would destroy those completely. Hence the caution. However Jim had a unique view when he met you such a short time ago. It was as though he had met his twin; a guy of like mind with whom he was completely at peace and harmony. He found it difficult to tell us but we could see he was both in love and in lust. So, I admit, we did a bit of digging and found you to be legit. You are a true shitpig, you adore Jim and you are open to anything. Hence you are here now."
I found it easy to speak to this older guy. It was, indeed, like talking with my own Gramps. Also my own Gramps had taught me my love of shit and sex at an early age so to trust this guy just seemed natural. "Much I can readily accept Gramps" I started with just a smidgeon of trepidation. "However it is this Brotherhood that concerns me. Are you Satanists or something?" He laughed till his sides split. "Nay lad. We are no worshipers of the dark one. Each of us came early to a love of shit. We enjoyed the taste, the feel and the smell when others found them repugnant. We also enjoyed other men shitting on us and us on them; the feel of a new turd, a new flavour, a new texture on our skin. We found as we grew up that this love was alien even to most gay men and sought out others to share our pleasure with just as you will have done. We went to clubs and sex shops, we lurked in toilet stalls and harvested turds left behind. We met in parks and secluded places for clandestine shit feeds. It was normal to us. Gradually we coalesced into groups and from that came bigger meets and sessions. Then one fateful day a group of us were relaxing after a night of shit filled fun and one of us said 'You know we actually worship each other's arseholes don't we'. ' No, said another, we worship shit itself. We want it in our lives constantly and need it. We love it as much as we love each other.' There was general agreement and the more we talked the more we realised that shit was as much a god to us as Jehovah or Buddha or The Great Spirit. It was not that shit was greater than any of us; it was simply the essence of our lives which we could never ignore."
Gramps paused looking into the distance in thought. Then he resumed. "We all have our faiths Jamie. We are not one thing nor another as all guys are. Some have god and some are atheist. However we knew that we were born to worship what comes out of a guy's arse; we had shit within us. To have a band of brothers who thought the same, with whom we felt relaxed and have endless shit sessions was great. So came about the Brotherhood of Shit. Yes, we have ritual but in many respects foreplay and play are ritual anyway. We have a secret bond which maximises our sexual needs with guys we can trust. Can you understand that Jamie?"
"Yes Gramps, I can understand and I want to be a part of it all if you will have me? " Gramps grinned. He asked me to strip my jock so he could examine my arse. Prizing apart my arse cheeks his tongue was soon deep in my hole and appreciating every lick. Having satisfied his wish he rose showing me the fact that his tongue was now brown from my full arse before telling me to redon my jock which quickly became soaked in anticipatory precum. My dress was now just boots, brown socks and jockstrap. Gramps left telling me to await my call.
About an hour passed. The sun was dipping to the horizon but the room was warm so I was comfortable. I felt my cock through the damp jock noting the hardness had not decreased nor my desire for what might come. Eventually the door opened and identical twins entered. They must have been about nineteen years of age and identically dressed in just tight black latex shorts with cod piece at the front and zip at the rear. Apart from this and DMs with thick brown socks like mine, they wore nothing. Their slim smooth bodies were beautiful and their small brown nips showed against the translucent whiteness of their skin. They said nothing. They came to me taking one hand in one of theirs and led me out of the bedroom into the hall and down another spiral staircase which led to a level two stories below ground. The touch of their hands was so tender and smooth and they just made my erection even more apparent. How I wanted to fuck both of them. I am not into underage sex but these were of legal age and so very attractive and they made me oh so horny.
The staircase ended in front of two large wooden doors surmounted by a carved phallus in erect posture. The twins let go my hands and each grasped a handle of the double doors and swung them outward. The room beyond was panelled in eighteenth century style and had many bookcases lining the walls filled with gay male erotica. The room was tiled on the floor with mosaics of men having sex in vivid colours. The furniture was all long couches in roman style upholstered in black leather. On these lounged around thirty guys of all ages from the twin's age to ( I estimated ) their eighties. All were dressed in black shiny leather, rubber or latex, many with body harnesses. Some had shorts or jocks with zips at the front open with their engorged cocks in full view sticking out of the hole. A couple wore masks made of black latex with grills so I could not see their faces; just their eyes. All wore DMs and brown socks so I took it that this was a uniform dress code. At least I'd passed that requirement.
Then a similar double door at the opposite side of the room opened and two, gladiator like guys in body harness, open web jocks ( which hid nothing ) DMs and, this time, bright red socks emerged. Between them was Jim dressed in long hooded robe which hinted at nothing beneath as the hem revealed bare legs beneath.
He walked to me and enveloped me in a deep tongued kiss on the mouth. I could taste shit so I guessed he had been occupied whilst I was talking with Gramps. Gramps was behind him dressed in nothing but boots and socks, his cock standing out dead straight, its head glistening in dew of precum.
Jim took my hand and led me into the further room behind Gramps whose arse I now saw was coated in thick brown shit. The twins followed us and the rest of the guys tailed along behind. This room was dim, the only light coming from yellow lamps around the walls. In the centre was a large slab of stone covered in a rubber sheet. Around the walls were more portraits of naked guys covered in shit or eating shit from each other's arse holes. There were also a range of implements and bucket after bucket of liquidised shit. I was led to, what I took to be, the altar and made to lay face down on the top. It was already slick with shit, piss and cum and seemed to have had little in the way of cleaning in a long while. Turning my head to the side I saw hook fixings in the ceiling surrounding the altar with leather slings hanging from them except where the entry portal was located. Many of the guys took up position in the slings till all but one had been filled. Meanwhile the twins were giving tongue to my arse hole pulling my cheeks apart in their haste to feed on my hole now oozing some of the mass of turds hidden inside. Jim was stripped of his robe to reveal his shaved and naked body and took up position between the twins and between my out stretched legs. His hands stroked up my legs and I felt the lovely feel of fresh shit being massaged into my ankles, lower legs and thighs by Jim.
The aroma of fresh brown suffused the air like incense and I took a long draft of it into my nose knowing this shit was fresh from Jim's arse. Then each man, starting with Gramps and the twins came to the head of the altar where I could see, and shat one long turd into a container on the floor. By the time all had performed this sacrifice the container was full. I could see the brown nectar through the translucent sides of the container and it made me drool.
Next a guy came with a sort of cement mixing tool and pulverised all the turds into a smooth paste. When he withdrew the tool he offered it to me to lick clean which I did with relish. Many guys will do a lot in shit sex but many also do not like to eat shit. That's fine by me but I am definitely an eater/feeder and enjoy every taste of a man's waste. The twins now took the container and plunged their hands and arms into the brown sludge. Grasping large handfuls they came and plastered the joint donation on my back and buttocks, working it into every crevasse, especially my arse crack. Then I was made to turn over and they did the same with my chest, torso and genitals. I was covered with the exception of my head which remained clean apart from the shit around my mouth. They then did the same with Jim till he was covered too.
Pulling my legs toward him till my arse was on the edge of the altar Jim bent and kissed me again whilst our hands spread the shit further over each other's bodies. He then straightened and everyone chanted a sort of song in praise of turds and piss. Jim then faced me and said with great solemnity, " Do you Turdboy ( I guess this would be my brotherhood name ) accept to enter our fraternity of shit. Do you promise to keep your brother's secrets just that and honour all things scat? Do you undertake to follow the path to love of shit and sex with all your brothers. Do you accept to initiate others as I do you and forever worship at the altar of Turds?" " I do" I replied. At that moment I could have agreed to anything my cock being so hard I thought it might split open in its desire to sink into every hole it could. "Very well I name you Turdboy, brother in shit and ask do you accept initiation? " Again I replied I would.
At this point another container was filled with a mixture of my fellow brothers' shit and their piss. The two twins and Jim tossed off into the container for good measure and the whole was liquified as before. This time however Jim took an implement which resembled the sort of filler gun that you would use to fill cracks in walls only this had its own reservoir much like a huge syringe. Placing it in the container he drew off a large amount of the sludge to fill the reservoir. Then , with the twins holding my arse cheeks apart, he fingered my already shitty hole. Then he commanded me to shit into his waiting lips. He ate my turds till I thought my arse empty and only then sharing the last turd with me.
Having sated his hunger he stood and retrieved the instrument. Having worked a good lumps of shit into my arse lips Jim gently eased the nozzle of the shit gun into my arse. It felt odd but not particularly uncomfortable. I had had many a dick and dildo up my arse but nothing quite like this. I guessed what was about to happen but was a tad apprehensive. Jim said the shit gun was named Big Tom. He said this was in honour of one of the founding brothers who had conceived of this part of the initiation rite. Nice name I thought!
What happened next took me by surprise, a gasp escaping my lips. I felt a cool flood enter me as the shit mixture was propelled into my arse. It was amazing. I knew this was repacking but had never experienced it. I was hooked. The twins administered poppers to my nose and the combined sensation of an unstoppable force like a river of mud filling my bowels coupled with the high from the poppers gave me a feeling I had never thought ever to entertain in my life. I could feel my arse muscles within absorbing the sludge and giving me a desire to shit myself endlessly.
When Jim had emptied the chamber, Gramps refilled it as Jim bent forward taking my cock into his mouth and sucking the shit into his mouth. The twins now shifted position to Jim's rear and prized his arse cheeks apart whilst Gramps pressed Big Tom's nozzle into Jim's gaping shithole. He obviously relished this as he was filled with shit mix so that both initiator and novice were filled to overfilling with the shit of all our brothers. When Gramps withdrew Big Tom, Jim positioned himself between my legs raising them to his shoulders. Then he inserted his swollen cock into my arse using the now oozing shit as lube. Like a piston he shoved his throbbing dick into me and with each outward stroke shit spread onto the now sprawled brothers under my arse. Each smeared the emerging shit over their chests to then be replaced by another pair of brothers for their baptism in shit.
Jim kept fucking me, the sweat now pouring from his body, till he exploded within me and screamed his release to the heavens. Then withdrawing he allowed me to stand and took my place. I understood that this rite of initiation was a two way thing and soon had his sexily smooth legs on my shoulders and my cock poised to enter him. I rubbed the mushroom head of my circumsized cock against his arse lips, massaging his arse in anticipation of my fuck. He groaned as I finally entered him but before my juices got too high to hold back, I first pissed into his innards. Therefore when I probed further with my cock his packed shit, mixed with the further injection of golden amber, slooped as I pumped his shithole with my now totally hard and throbbing dick. I could feel the pulse of my prick against the wall of his arse and thought, Fuck, if I don't cum soon I will have an explosion ! I found the sensation amazing. The combination of the feel of skin on skin and the usage of shit from all my new brothers manifested itself in a sense of bonding I had never before experienced in my life. Jim gazed up at me and breathlessly spoke the words I felt exactly at that moment: " I would never before have believed that anything could be so right. My filthy arse hole is your cock's true home from this moment forward Jamie."
Although enraptured by Jim's profound words, I maintained my stance and pumped in and out as yet more pairs of brothers benefited from the outwash of piss-shit. Then I felt my own arse invaded once more as Gramps pushed his uncut cock into me, grasping my sides as he pushed deep within me. We then fucked in unison; me into Jim and Gramps into me. We all came at the same moment with Jim ejaculating again into one of the twin's mouth. It was beyond any sensation.
Fuck, I thought, I expect that is it then as brothers came and kissed me on the mouth in welcome to their brotherhood, but no. I was led to each brother in a sling in turn. I was told to fist each arse using the shit in buckets as a lube. I am an experienced fister and it is one of my true loves in life. I gazed into the eyes of the first brother; a man of Germanic, almost Viking like looks, with his blond stubble hair and blue eyes. I grabbed some shit from the bucket and worked it with my fingers into his waiting arse hole. He settled into sniffing poppers and looking at me as I gave him pleasure. It was not difficult. All these guys must have spent many an hour in a sling being played with by cock or fist. My hand easily slipped into his arse and I worked it deeper, smoothing more shit on my right arm as more of it entered him.
This guy was deep. I felt my fingers enter his deepest tubes till I felt his heart's pulse in my finger tips. He was great. By the time I finished I was ready to fuck again and did so shoving my cock into his gaping rosebud.
I had been prepared in a way. I was HIV negative and on PreP and Gramps had let known that all brothers were this way so as not to spread anything around. All had regular STD tests so the pleasure of unrestrained bareback sex was not marred by worry. It is easy to get lost in the moment and fuck an unknown guy only to regret the lapse later but with these brothers there was no such calamity waiting for any of us. I pumped the Viking till we both came. I did not bother to clean him up as others had tongues waiting for the chance so I moved on to the next. Eleven brothers awaited my efforts. Each was different either in colour, build or piercings. Each had a personality of his own and so these brothers were not clones: they were MEN.
By the time number eleven was serviced I was exhausted. Many guys do not realise either the effort nor the time it takes to fist a bunch of bottoms. It must have been near dawn and I was ready to drop but instead was I guided into the last and empty sling. My ankles were fixed into the leather straps so my arse took the best angle for attention. A large man, black as coal, entered the inner sanctum and came to stand before me. His body, naked but for the obligatory boots and socks, was thick with a much paler shit smeared so as to show off the contrast between the ebony of his skin and the light brown covering of shit. He ran his hands up and down my legs sending electric shivers through my body. His mandingo was deliciously long and yet also fat and in need of a hole. However he was to fist me first. Now, I have never got on well with being a FF bottom. I never relaxed sufficiently to make the act a success. However I had never been so revved up in my life. The combo of the main initiation plus all that shit fisting had left me tired, yes, but also somewhere on the ceiling too. This guy, whose brotherhood name I learned later, was Bull, took Big Tom and filled it from a special bucket filled with the light coloured shit that covered his body. Pressing its end into my now gaping hole I was treated to a second dose of repacking. This mixture was like the sort of shit you get on a loose day when your arse never quite expels it all and you spend half a bog roll cleaning up ( if you wanted too that is ). It clung to skin and yet oozed too. It stunk ! It was obviously mature to say the least; probably a week in waiting for use ( How long had Jim been planning all this ??? ).
Bull filled me with shit and then greased his hand in shit fresh from one of the twin's arses. He then eased one, then two, then three fingers into me. How would I take this. His hands were large ! He told me to steadily breath in a vapour from a bottle provided with a cloth piece projecting from it. I have no idea what it was but it sent me soaring with a happiness I never knew before. As I was getting totally away with the fairies, he pushed his fist home. I screamed but he kept position until my panic left me and the drugs reaffirmed that I was a happy little camper. He then revolved his hand inside me gradually opening me up. I had no allusions as I knew I had not got even this far before. He took his time but gradually and slowly he pushed more of his arm into my gut feeling the repacked shit between his fingers as he sought an open passage to travel. Fuck but the drugs must have been strong because rather than shrinking round his hand like a vice, my arse flowered and his arm edged into me further and further till it was up to his elbow. I could not believe it. He played with my intestines. He played with the shit. He licked my now once more stiff and red coloured cock. Then as he eased back and finally withdrew, the jelly like globules dripping from his arm, he replaced his fist with his cock. All fourteen inches of real manhood pushed easily into me and I enjoyed it all. When he came it was more like a tsunami rather than cum. It was as though he was filling me anew. When he finally withdrew he kissed the head of my cock tenderly and left the room.
This was my introduction to the Brotherhood of Shit. Over the years I have met many guys, had shit play nearly every week ( sometimes over an entire week of endless filth ), and gotten to know myself more than ever I had before. My love of Jim deepened and we lived together for many years till he sadly passed away. However I was never alone. I had my shit brothers. They supported me always and helped when I was in need. They were true lovers and brothers; they still are. Now I am Prior of the Brotherhood of Shit and it is often my place to stand at the end of the shit altar as we welcome another guy into the extreme bohemian hedonism that is Shit.
I hope you have enjoyed this story and will let me know. I want to develop such a worldwide Brotherhood based on the uninhibited worship of men's arse holes and their shit in ritual shit sex. It is all about the sex and the pleasure of shit on and in our bodies though and not a religion. More a brotherhood of real men. Anyone interested email me with your ideas.
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