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The door opened slowly, and there he was. Worry was etched on his face as he approached my desk, handing me his assessment. I remember him talking about this one distinctly. He had been in the middle of his test earlier in the week when I pulled him from class and had him sample my sweltering ass. He was with me for only a few moments, but it was enough time for him to sniff my balls and my asshole and lick up my slop. I blew a few farts into his face and emptied some piss into his stomach before sending him on his way. "How did you do?" I asked him as he handed the white sheet of paper to me.
He looked at the floor as I read his result. A minus. What a disappointment.
"I'm sorry, sir," Brennan said.
"You know that I ask for nothing less than excellence. A MINUS?" I asked, stressing the minus.
"I tried, sir, I really did. I just didn't have enough time. And after being here with him and being full of your pee, I felt--"
"I'm not interested in your excuses. It's clear that I have been too soft on you; would you agree?"
"I don't think you're soft on me at all, sir."
"Oh, I have been. I even made exceptions for you that I never made for my previous apprentices. You asked me not to perform certain acts, and I've kept that promise. In return, you were supposed to succeed in your academics but have failed your end of the bargain. Take off your clothes."
"Are you going to fuck me again, sir? I don't think my hole has recovered from the last time." Brennan asked as he began awkwardly taking his clothes off.
"No, your hole doesn't deserve cock right now. I want you naked so I don't get your clothes dirty."
I went to my cupboard and hauled out my medical chair, its legs graunching across the floor as I took out some of my frustrations. The chair is essentially a toilet seat screwed to four legs. The four variable legs can be adjusted, and having used it on previous students, I knew it well. It allowed me to sit over the student, adjusting the legs as I saw fit. Today I would sit on the chair, and Brennan would be my toilet.
There were three different height settings that the chair could be set to. The highest setting would allow the subject below to see every detail of my ass above them, my balls and ass hanging through the seat. It is the most comfortable level for me to sit on, and I would often read the newspaper while they watched my hole spread open as I took a shit right on top of them. They needed to know my body well for this height, knowing when to move their mouth between my ass and my cock to catch whatever I dumped onto them.
The second level had me almost sitting on their faces. This level is ass-kissing height, leaving enough space for them to move their mouth from place to place if necessary. It is the best level for training as it gives the boys the most movement without making a mess or overwhelming them. They still have to get used to my rotten ass for this one, though, as there is no escaping if rip a fart at them.
For the final lowest level, I am sitting heavily on their face, my hole, and their lips, like they are coupled together for direct feeding. I only use this level towards the end of the year because it requires complete subjection to work. With this level, I could just shit straight into their mouths, and they chow down as fast as I could empty.
"I thought we weren't going to do this sort of thing?" Brennan asked, realizing the chair's function the moment he saw it.
"And I thought you weren't going to fail me," I replied gruffly, shoving the chair into the middle of the room. "Now, get under there and be ready to receive what's left of my breakfast."
I yanked at my belt, then walked out of my pants, hookingg my cock under the seat as I sat down. My cheeks parted underneath, my hole flared and exposed, waiting for its receptacle. Brennan stood in front of me defiantly, still weighing whether he wanted to position himself underneath my large body.
"Do I have to, sir? Do I have to eat your..." Brennan whined.
"You know you don't HAVE to. You always have a choice."
"Yes, sir..."
"So you can either do as I ask and get under the chair, or you can leave my sight and never beat Scott or pass any test ever again. I know my methods seem strange, but after your game, you cannot deny that they work. So. Make your choice."
It didn't take him as long as I expected, I think having won against his rival had been quite an eye-opener for him. As vile as the things I had made him do were, they did work.
I watched his upper body vanish underneath my fat ass, his legs were all I could see sticking out as he got into position. I let him bask in the view for a moment, letting him see my nakedness and consider what he was about to do. Yes, he had already sniffed my ass and licked my hole plenty of times, but this was the next step. Every time he'd had to clean my ass, his head was right inside it, on the task. Now he was dwelling at the moment, my bulging anus before him, poised to dump my waste on him.
I loved having my students tell what they were looking at, with each boy describing my nudity differently. Some would say they were looking at my drooping balls, or at my cock hanging down toward them. One boy said my cock looked like a garden hose about to spray them, and another told me about my taint and the little spiral hairs across my asscheeks. Many told me what my puckered asshole looked like, worried about what my shit would taste like.
"Your hole and your crack look all greasy," Brennan said, "The hairs around your hole look all damp, too. The hole is pushed out a bit like you really need to go."
"Oh yeah? How about I give you a closer look then."
I lowered the chair to the middle setting, almost parking myself on top of him. There would be no fresh air for Brennan left down there now, with my quivering asshole mere inches from his face.
PAAARRRPP!!
The moment I was in position, I let rip with a loud, almost angry-sounding fart right on top of him. Brennan attempted to turn onto his side; there was enough space to turn his head, but not enough to escape the warm cloud of air surrounding him.
"Nnngh!" Brennan mumbled from below me.
"Come on, boy, farts should be something you're used to."
"Sorry, sir. That one was just extra shitty."
He wasn't kidding. It was the kind of fart that lingered, even making my nose twitch from a safer distance. I can only imagine what it was like for him to smell it at the source.
Brennan positioned himself under my anus again, just in time for me to fart on him again. Brennan made an almost inaudible groan below, as my gas assaulted his airways, making me feel particularly fiendish. Despite his complaints, his young prick was already responding. What started out flaccid was now rock-hard against his belly, his pink grape-sized balls looking like they were glowing. As much as he acted disgusted, deep down he was turned on by it all.
"I'm going to take a shit now," I warned. "I'll push one log out, you eat it, then I'll push out the rest. Understood?"
"Uhuh.."
I bore down. Again, from the descriptions of previous students, I knew exactly what Brennan was seeing. My distended anus would be blooming outward; the yellow-brown point of my turd like the bud of a flower, poking its way towards his mouth. I could feel every moment, as it slithered out of my hole, the stink of it, and the tiny slap it made as it pinched off to land on Brennan's tongue.
I felt Brennan's jaw moving as he munched up and down on my reeking offering. He was breathing noisily down there, his mouth and tongue chewing on my waste as he pushed himself to swallow what I had given him. When Brennan stopped, I began giving him the rest, pushing out the next longer brown log.
I often got lost in this moment, casually taking a shit and forgetting there was a human being below. The next shite was a little more stubborn than the previous two, requiring a little more effort on my part. With a bit of effort, I heard it blast out like an explosion, with Brennan jerking as whatever it was hit him. The third and final brown seed was thinner than the last, but it felt like it trailed longer as it exited my bowels.
"How are you doing down there, boy?"
"Nnnn nnn," he replied, his mouth still full of excrement.
"Hurry up and finish, then you can lick my hole clean."
After a few minutes, he did just that, his damp tongue running circles around my ring. Finally and tentatively, he probed into my open hole, cleaning the remnants on the inside, causing me to shiver.
"Do you need to piss, sir?" Brennan asked. "I could use something to wash it down."
"Put your lips around my cock and let's see what I have."
I raised the chair back to the uppermost position, giving Brennan the space to crane up and connect his mouth with my penis. Brennan wrapped his lips around the head, just in time for me to let my bladder loose, his throat feverously gulping down my hot broth.
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