This is a story involving light to moderate domination, spanking and scat play between adult males. All characters depicted in any sexual situation are eighteen years old or over, and all acts are wholly consensual. If this isn't your sort of thing or it is illegal for you to view it wherever you are, please leave now. This story and its characters are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual individuals is coincidental.
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Exploring Raffe's Perversions
Part Two
The next morning I woke up with a slight hangover. Raffe stirred next to me, and then dozed off again, with the morning sunlight glinting in his hair, and began to snore lightly. It was still early, about six o'clock, and I tried unsuccessfully to get back to sleep.
We'd ended up staying in the bar until late in the evening. For a long time we'd talked about what turned us on, and what we could do together when the chance arose. It turned out we had more in common than we'd thought, because not only did he like being tied up, but he liked being spanked as well. He was bi, and he said that one of the hottest experiences he'd had was when a girl he was shagging put him over her knee and smacked his bottom soundly before he fucked her. Quite drunk by then, he'd smiled sexily and admitted that he'd love it if I did that to him, and that in the past he'd fantasised about me a few times while he was having a wank. I'd be pulling down his suit trousers and taking him up the arse over a desk at work, and once I'd spanked him in front of the team for doing something wrong -- bent him over the desk with his pants around his ankles and lashed my belt down across his bare bottom until he howled. Then we'd got back onto scat, and he admitted I'd featured in his darkest, wildest fantasy in which some guy he really fancied at the time had a shit into his mouth. In real life he'd only ever played with his own, doing it on the floor or in his hand, and he was a long way off being ready to actually taste shit. By then it was obvious he wasn't going back to his shared house, and we'd got a taxi to mine. We'd been too drunk for anything more than a kiss and a fumbled wank, but now we had the whole day ahead, and my flat to ourselves. At some point this morning, too, both of us would almost certainly need to shit, and lying next to him I grew a hard-on at the thought of what would happen then.
We got up a while later. Neither of us said anything about what we were about to do, and it sat like an elephant in the room whilst we had some tea and a slice of toast, and I made us a pot of coffee. When I put it down on the table in front of him he looked from me to it and back again, and that serious look crossed his sweet face again before he smiled and winked. We both knew what the other was thinking! We settled down in the living room and drank it, and started talking about men and sex, and then the pair of leather wrist restraints I'd shown him the night before. He licked his lips and leaned closer as he asked what I'd done with them them, and hinted at how nice it would be to wear them now. So I went and got them, and his eyes lit up when I bade him to hold out his arms and buckled the cuffs tightly around his wrists.
`I'm saving the chain for later,' I told him with a wink.
`Mmm! When I need a poo?' he grinned back.
`If you like. Why, do you like that, being tied up and desperate?!'
`Yeah, that'd be awesome! So humiliating!' he said, sounding thrilled at the prospect.
`Ha ha, yeah! And if I make you do it with the cuffs on so you can't wipe your bum?!'
You'd have to do it, wouldn't you,' he smiled. And you'd have to take my pants down for me too!'
`And if I didn't...?'
Aw Jamie,' he said, putting his head on one side. Surely you wouldn't make me poo my pants?!'
He was hinting again. I got the feeling he wasn't sure, but that if the morning went that way he might actually do something like it. Meanwhile, I felt a sudden urge to fart that almost at once was joined by solid pressure in my bowels. It was gentle at first, but often for me it soon became uncomfortable, and my heart raced a bit as I contemplated what was about to happen. He'd said last night he'd be happy just to watch the first time, just to be sure he did actually find a man having a shit exciting rather than disgusting. I was up for that, but I'd also had an idea I was sure he'd like. He was looking at me closely, as if he'd clocked my expression, and he raised an eyebrow when I cleared my throat.
Finished your coffee?' I asked slyly. In that case I think it's time to put the cuffs on, don't you? Do you need a shit yet?'
`No, not yet. Think I will do soon, though. It's normally when I need to go.'
Obediently he held out his hands, and looked thrilled as I fastened the shackles on the cuffs, binding his wrists hard together. He liked that, and when he sat back again I saw he had a hard-on in his jeans.
I do need a shit,' I said, coming round and standing in front of him. And I think you should be made to watch, don't you?!'
He nodded eagerly, his eyes lighting up.
`Mmm, good! It's gonna stink you know, just like yours always did...!'
`It's okay, I like it.'
`I hope so! Heh, I can see you're hard though. Think I should get your hands behind you so you can't wank!'
`He he, do it!' he laughed,
Surely this couldn't actually be happening to me. It felt unreal, as though it was someone else, not me, whose fantasies were coming true at that moment, as fit young Raffe sat in his handcuffs, looking at me eagerly as I got desperate for the toilet. But, if nothing else, I knew it was real from my arse, where a firm, bulky load was stretching my rectum and sending me ever more urgent signals to go for a dump. It was pressing on my prostate too, sending wonderful tingly sensations up my shaft.
A few minutes later I led him through to the bathroom, walking him carefully with his hands cuffed together behind his back. Before we set off I looked into his wide, excited eyes and massaged his hard-on through his jeans. It was fighting to get out, and when I stood him next to the toilet I undid his flies and pulled them down around his legs, and then the grey CK briefs he was wearing underneath. His meaty cock sprang up at once, pointing out and up like the gun of a battleship.
Heh, could hang the bog roll on that!' I teased him. Anyway, I really need a shit now. Hope you're ready for this!'
He nodded, and I backed up to the toilet and pulled down my pants so that my own erection bounced free, and lowered myself heavily onto the seat. I settled into my usual position to take a dump, feet flat on the floor and knees fairly well apart so I could lean forward and rest my elbows on them, and then looked up and watched his delighted reaction when he heard me fart. My bowels were emptying, infinite satisfaction radiating out from my chute and my hole, which crackled slimily as my thick turd slithered out. It grew down in a lumpy brown column that snapped off and dropped a string of hefty logs and lumps into the toilet bowl.
`Plunk, plunk ... plop, plomp, plop!'
Cor! Oh Jamie, phew that stinks!' he breathed. That smells ... oh wow, it smells really fucking nice!'
I'd never heard him swear before. He looked enthralled, his eyes wide and his face alive as he took in the gross animal act I was performing. When I started doing another one, and he heard me fart and squelch, he began to pant excitedly his cock bobbed and twitched. So did mine. It was years since I'd had a shit in front of another man, and doing it in front of Raffe was just amazing. I sat looking up at him, smiling in pleasure and relief whilst the brown cable I was doing slid through my hole, tapering off and slowing down as my rectum emptied out.
When I was done I untied him so he could wipe my arse. No-one had ever done that for me, not since I was was little, and it felt lovely. He had soft hands with long, dextrous fingers, with which he pressed a neatly folded length of paper to my hole and wiped away the shit around my hole with slow, deep passes. When he showed me the first wads of paper I'd left big brown stains across them. Then when he'd cleaned away the worst of it he rubbed a bit harder, and that tweaked my anus and sent sexy shivers through me. Having him wipe my bum like this felt deliciously intimate, though I tried to act dominant. Just a little, anyway.
Keep going,' I told him. I like my arse nice and clean!'
Afterwards, when we'd washed our hands and I'd put the cuffs back on him, hands in front again now, we went back to the living room and his fantasies. The minor public school he'd been to had been big on corporal punishment in the past, and he went a bit red when he admitted how once he'd had to go and wank off in the toilets after reading an account of boys being caned and birched. When he'd fantasised about me punishing him it had been formal and severe. He knew I liked corporal punishment too but I'd not told him the full story before, and his eyes lit up when I owned up to how I'd spanked plenty of lads, how I liked it myself, and once dressed as a schoolboy to be caned by a guy I knew a couple of hours' drive away who gave the best beatings I'd ever known.
I must've come to work the day after once or twice when you were there,' I chuckled. I always got a bit of a thrill from coming into work with my arse still hurting, having to sit still on hard chairs in meetings, and all that! Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?!'
`Ooh, yes! God, I love it when my bum's all tingly after a spanking. I've never had one that still hurt the day afterwards, though!'
`Would you want to?'
You could try me,' he said, putting his head on one side again. I've never been spanked by a man, only girls. Only ever by hand as well, not with a belt or anything. Bet you could really make my bottom sting!'
`I can try. And you've never been tied up and spanked either, have you? Now, where to do it, where to put you...'
It was the dining table I bent him over, with a chair pushed against it to make him stand with his legs straight, so that his bottom stuck out when he bent forward across the table and stretched out his arms. He gulped as I put a cord around the opposite legs of the table, fastened it to his cuffs and pulled it tight to hold him in position. Only then did I pull his jeans down and leave him in his boxer briefs, their grey fabric stretched nicely around his cute, plump bottom. I'd already gone and got my belt, the thick leather one he'd seen me wearing at work, and now his eyes fixated on it when I picked it up from the table in front of him and folded it in half. Then I moved round behind him.
`Hard?' I asked gently.
`Erm ... pretty hard. Show me how it feels.'
Like he'd fixated on the belt, I fixated on his bottom, running my eyes up and down its voluptuous curves and fixing my target in my mind. Then I raised the belt high over my shoulder, and swung with not quite the strength of my arm.
`THWACK!' went the belt as it struck, right across the middle of his cute cheeks.
He didn't flinch, just tensed and let out a startled grunt, and wriggled his hips as he unwound again.
`Hurts...?' I asked softly.
`Yeah. Unf, that really stings! Gimme another one!'
Once again I took careful aim before I lashed the belt down again, a little harder this time. It hit lower, right across his arsehole where it would hurt still more.
`THWACK!
`Cor!' he grunted.
Once I'd given a lad two dozen like that. Even harder, in fact, since I'd swung from the waist not the shoulder, and it was across his bare bottom too. Raffe couldn't take that, at least not yet; but he was loving being bent over the table like this, tied and helpless, with his bottom smarting. When I pulled the back of his pants down to look there were two perfect, broad pink lines across his smooth cheeks. His cock was like a ramrod in his pants, and a couple of times I reached under him and massaged it until he began to grunt and dribble pre-cum. For a long time I kept him there, edging him every so often. Then all of a sudden he grunted and fidgeted uncomfortably, and somehow I knew what was coming. It made my own penis spring to attention all over again.
`Jamie, I need a poo,' he said plaintively.
`Mmm! Badly...?'
`No, not yet, but it's coming!'
`Hmm, well, you just tell me when you're getting desperate. Meantime, you're staying there! Want another smack across your full bottom?'
He nodded, and I picked up the belt again, took aim unhurriedly, and then gave him a third resounding whack right across the upper part of his quivering bum. It made him grunt loudly and jerk his head up, before he settled across the table again with a sigh. Once more I put down the belt, reached underneath him and gave his stiff dick some of the attention it was craving. I was still standing over him when he farted softly, so that I smelled it almost at once, that familiar, thick smell that had always got me so excited. It was dense and ripe, the smell of a lad who needs to move his bowels.
`Jamie, I need to go to the toilet,' he said in a small voice.
`Ah, are you getting desperate?! Excellent! Mmm, tell me how it feels! Think you've got a nice big poo up your bum?'
Yes,' he said, glancing round with a faint grin at my enthusiasm. I feel really full, like it's gonna be a hefty solid one! But ... god it feels mad being tied when I need a poo. It's so humiliating!'
Ha, that's the idea!' I chuckled, reaching in underneath him and touching his cock again, wanking him through his pants. Mmm, I can feel you like it too!'
Oh no Jamie, don't. I feel like I could cum!' he sighed, his voice going up a few notches. Oh God, I really need to go soon or I'm gonna poo my pants!'
So the moment had arrived. It was crazily, surreally erotic, standing naked over sweet Raffe, tied up over the table, trembling and breathing hard, clenching his bum up in desperation. The question was whether I'd have to untie him and take him to the toilet, or whether one of the horniest fantasies I'd had was about to come true. Time and again I'd wanked over the image of him shitting himself. I mustn't talk him into it though, I reminded myself; mustn't push him into anything before he was ready. I reached out and put a hand on his quivering smooth back, then ran my fingers down onto his bottom, and he let out a low sigh.
`Shall I untie you, if you need to go to the toilet?' I asked gently.
He twisted his head round and looked at me. For a moment he held my gaze, his face hardening into that brooding look again. Then he shook his head, and my heart pounded hard.
`Sure? You'll ruin those pants!'
`Nah it's okay, I've got loads. Can I borrow a pair of yours to go home though?!'
Of course you can!' I smiled. And I'll get you properly clean afterwards as well. Mm, but first I wanna cum all over your messy bottom!'
Ooh, yes please, pull my pants down and cum on me!' he exclaimed delightedly. But then his body tensed up and he screwed his face up. Unf, oh ... oh Jamie I need to do a poo!'
`Do it then. Nothing else you can do, is there?! Gonna have to poo your pants.'
He nodded and turned away again. For what felt like an eternity he held it, breathing heavily, and I stood and watched and waited with my cock standing up proud. Then his bottom seemed to relax a bit and he farted again. For a moment nothing more happened, but then he let out the grunt of a man relieving himself, the hefty turd he's been holding in so uncomfortably starting its ecstatic journey down his discharge chute, and a faint squeak and click emanated from between his cheeks. Slowly he pushed a dimple into the seat of his pants, which grew squelching into a thick lump. Then his tight pants started to stretch away from his cheeks as his big log slid out.
The smell hit me at once. It was dense and fresh and dirty, a thousand times sexier than just sniffing it in a toilet, and I sniffed and drank it in like poppers. My eyes were fixated on his bottom, where he pushed a thick spike into his seat that bent downwards, and was slowly squashed and subsumed into the bulky, lumpy ball that swelled up around it. He was dumping slowly and heavily, grunting and squelching and filling the room with the pong, and by the time it stopped and his bottom tightened up he had a big lumpy clod pressed between his cheeks.
Oh!' he grunted. Oh fuck...'
Mmm, Raffe!' I said, unable to keep the amazement from my voice. Oh that's a big one!'
`Mmph, yeah. Sorry it's so smelly!'
`Ha ha, yeah it is. You stink!'
I reached underneath again, found his crotch all sticky where he'd edged as he did the deed, and when I touched his cock it jerked and he let out a yelp.
`Oh no, don't! I'll cum!'
`Mmm, horny boy! Like pooing your pants, don't you?! Mm, I should smack your bottom again for doing such a stinky one! Have you finished?'
Nope!' He looked round, smiling cheekily even though he was pale and wide-eyed. Jamie, you've heard me having a poo, you know I do loads. I'm only half done!'
`Ooh nice! Now, lemme see it.'
I reached in and pulled the back of his briefs out until I could see the top of what he'd done. His shit was solid, the turds pressed together into a dense, cracked lump, all a lovely dark ochre colour with darker patches and bits buried in its dull surface. The smell seemed to come up at me all the more strongly. He was still breathing hoarsely and trembling, and then he grunted again and his bum clenched, pressing shit more firmly between his cheeks.
Mmm! Gonna do some more?' I asked teasingly. Go on then, push, lemme watch you pooing.'
In answer he just grunted again, and then his bottom filled out as he gave a little strain. Deep in his crack his hole puckered and I saw movement, and then his lump was pushed out further by the bulky mass he discharged on top. It squelched and squeaked and hissed, hot waves of his smell gassed me, and smooth firm shit packed into his crack and forced its way up towards me, whilst underneath it slid forward towards his balls.
`Ah-aah!' he moaned.
His bottom relaxed and his crack tightened, squelching, and then his hole must have puckered quickly again because he let out a little wet fart and another brief slimy sound. Then he closed up again, grunting. I let his waistband go then, ran my fingers down onto his bottom, and then spread them out across his pile. I could feel its lumpiness and warmth through his pants, and he let out a whimper when I pressed lightly on it.
You stink,' I teased him. You've pooed your pants and it smells so bad! Have you finished?'
`Yes, I think so. Ooh, I'm really edging. Feels so nice!'
`Wanna cum?'
He grunted agreeably, and I reached in underneath him and fingered his sticky crotch again. As soon as my fingers closed on it his shaft jerked in my hand and he tensed up and yelped. I could have made him cum there and then, still tied up in his soiled pants, but then another idea came to me.
`Let's go to the bathroom, get your pants down, and I wanna cum all over your smelly bum!'
Quickly I untied him and took him through to the bathroom, with the big mound he'd done pushing about on his bottom, squelching audibly and making him waddle and grunt cutely. He was edging again too.
`Nice having a shit in your pants, isn't it?!' I said as we got into the bathroom.
He nodded vigorously, and now that his hands were free he couldn't resist touching himself through his cum-soaked pants. His face was contorted and he was breathing hard, as though he was right on the edge of cumming.
`Ha ha, good! Wanna sit on it for me?'
No.' He shook his head. Not now. Pull my pants down and cum all over my bum!'
I got him to stand on a plastic bag by the bath, and bend over with his hands on the side of it, and show me his huge dump one more time. I couldn't stop myself touching it, pressing lightly on it and making him squeak, before finally I took his pants down I only had to pull them a little way down his thighs before the weight in them took over and they fell with a thud between his feet. The big brown block fell to the side and touched his foot, but he was past caring about that. He moaned as I reached in underneath him and took hold of his sticky, jerking shaft, and at the same time wanked myself with my other hand. Almost at once he started to cum, and I too could feel it rising inside me. For a few intense seconds I wanked the both of us off, before he cried out and spattered his cum all over the bath, and a moment later I shot across his brown-stained bottom.
That was so good,' he said later, after we'd cleaned up and had a long shower, and settled down with some more coffee. I've never been so horny in my life! Felt like I was about to cum all the time!'
Up for more, then?' I grinned. Question is, what next...?'
Cane me,' he said firmly. Like they did at my school, make me bend over and give me six of the best!'
Okay!' I said, rising to the challenge, I'll have to buy a cane, but yeah, it's a deal!'
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