Finally! Chapter Four. Hope you guys enjoy. If you shouldn't be reading this or raunch is illegal in your country, please don't continue. Hope you pigs get off to this. :) Email me (devinfox20@gmail.com) if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions. Thanks.
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A few hours later, both men returned. I could no longer feel my cock as a result of it being tied up tight, but it was as hard as a rock, still. Lucas threw off his dirty clothes onto the ground, and in a flash was completely nude. He approached and pushed my forehead back with his massive palm, backed up, and blew a wet, stinky fart into my face. A small piece of shit landed on my lips, which I hungrily licked up. Lucas grabbed me and shoved my nose into his sweaty, stinky ass crack, and blew me another ass kiss. I took a deep breath, it was the only thing that I could inhale, and let out a quiet moan. One more fart, and I felt a solid turd poke out of his hole. I gave it a kiss and licked it over several times before it pushed out even further.
Lucas groaned, making sure not to release his dump all the way, so that it was sticking out two inches or so. "Suck on my shit, faggot." I obliged, putting my mouth on the end like it was a thick, juicy cock, and sucked it up and down. It smelled foul, and tasted even worse. But at this point I was so desensitized by this experience that it was like a dream. I continued to suck on Lucas' shit, backing up to see Marcus above us, with his phone recording me being a shit pig. I gulped. What was he recording it for? Were there other dirty guys coming that I didn't know about? My mind was racing, but I continued to suck Lucas' turd down to a nub. He pushed out another, not even giving me a chance to breathe. The shit piled up on my mouth, and I began munching hungrily as he obviously began to stroke his gigantic wang.
As I continued to feed on his monster turd, Lucas flipped around, his eyes glazed over, and without warning (again) he shot out a heavy load of thick, creamy cum on my face. It covered the shit on my mouth and went into my eyes and nose. He slapped my face after exhausting his body and continued to watch me as I ate. Marcus filmed me steadily, until all of the shit and cum was gone.
"Faggot, you have no idea what kind of torment you're in for," Marcus said, turning his camera phone off and putting it back into his pocket. Coincidentally, I had forgotten that I had another class to go to; time went by so fast with these two dirty guys. They untied my cock, putting my old clothes back on, and shoved me out the door.
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I was making my way to my writing class, alone in the hallway, when I heard some heavy footsteps approach behind me. In a split-second, I was slammed up against the wall, my neck restrained, by a muscular guy with a shaved head whom I had seen around in the hallways before. He spit in my face, and my cock twitched in my pants.
"Heard you were hungry, thought I'd give you a free meal." He said, a country twang lacing his demanding voice. He pulled me into the bathroom and kicked open a stall. Locking it up, he immediately undid his pants and began to piss all over me, not even directing his stream in my face. I felt my shirt, shorts, and even socks fill up with his stinky, strong urine, and began to undo my pants on the floor.
I kept my mouth open, hoping for a drop of this man's sweet piss, and he obliged, for at least a few seconds. I moaned as I heard the hollow sound of my empty mouth filling up. His stream tapered off, and he began to undo his pants. He was wearing a loose pair of worn-down white briefs, skid-marked to death. Without even taking them off, he began to release his hot dump. I watched with wide eyes as he filled up his already busted underwear, and the bulge in them grew closer and closer to my face. I took an inhale- his shit reminded me of Lucas', disgusting smelling and quick to fill up a room. I began to suck on the thin fabric, getting slimy, shitty residue in my mouth, which I selfishly swallowed. He took off his ruined underwear and yanked me off of the tile floor. He pulled up one of my legs, and, to my surprise, fit his nasty underwear over my clothes. I moaned and felt the slightly-warm dump against my ass. I felt my cum drip with pre-cum. He grabbed the back, which was a strong elastic, and pulled it over to the jacket hook on the door. I felt the briefs ride up and tighten around my balls and dick, and I squealed like a bitch. He smirked at me, and spit in my face again.
"These clothes look a bit dirty, lets get rid of them." The country man pulled out a pair of sharp scissors, and began to rip away at my jeans, pulling them off in an instant. I still had on his nasty underwear, as well as my own.
"Shit." He commanded. I looked confused.
"SHIT, FAGGOT. DO AS I FUCKING SAY!" I clenched my hole before an immediate wave of pleasure came over me, and I began to fill up my briefs. It was slightly runny and messy, and was interrupted by a few wet, stinky farts. The cowboy pulled out his purple-headed meat and began to beat it as my shit stink mixed with his.
After I finished, he pulled off both pairs of underwear and threw them to the floor with a splat. "Now, faggot, you don't have any more clothes to wear, so I suggest you clean these up unless you wanna get laughed out of school," He said, calmly, shoving my head to the ground. I began to eat away at our mixture of solid and runny crap, savoring every last bit and enjoying the mix of flavors.
It didn't take long until I was merely sucking on the fabric again, after which the cowboy pulled me up, gagged me with his disgusting briefs, and turned me around. He aligned his stone-hard cock against my messy hole, and pushed right in. I moaned, muffled, into his nasty underwear and gagged a bit. He began to pound away, not making any noise other than the sloppy thrusting inside my ass, as well as his heavy panting. I felt his sweat-caked pubes brush up against my crack, and I quivered.
He pulled out, sat down on the toilet, and brought me over to him. I wiggled onto his dick, and began to ride it. He held my arms back, and took a deep inhale. "Fuck, faggot, they said you were a good shit pig, but I didn't know you were THIS good," He licked his lips, grinding up against my hole as I continued to ride along. I aimed his cock at my swollen prostate, and after a few pumps I began to gush out cum without even having to touch my own dick. The cowboy moaned, too, obviously turned on by shit-fucking me, and began to thrust even harder and harder. We finished off at the same time, and he immediately put on his pants again, underwear-less, and left the stall door open while I recollected my thoughts.
How the fuck was I gonna get out of here without anyone seeing me?