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Exploring Raffe's Perversions
Part Seven
Raffe was having a dump. It was the Tuesday morning, but later than usual, and by the time he got to me he'd been holding it for nearly an hour. Now he sat grunting with relief and laying a fat brown cable. His hole squeezed and puckered around it as he grew a long, thick column that twisted broke and dropped, and at once another lumpy length with its end all broken extended down from his arse. He was pretty smelly that day, and I sniffed and drank it in, and wanked as I watched his beautiful turds coming out of his bottom, which was still bearing faint marks from his twelve-stroke caning ten days earlier. Since then I'd bought the rimseat he was now sitting on for the first time, accustoming himself to sitting on something that felt like a toilet but moved when he fidgeted, and where there was no water below for his turds to plop and splash into, or to contain their thick smell. He dropped a big curled pile, emptied his bladder into the bucket between his legs, and then settled down on the seat and cleared his throat.
`So, you said you've been chatting to that guy again?' he asked.
`Jimmy? Yeah, he just messaged me the other day asking if I'm coming for another beating sometime. I figured you might be interested too?'
`Well yes, definitely! Does he know about me, though?'
`Oh yeah I've mentioned you. Not told him much, though. And by the way, he doesn't know about the whole scat thing! He's happy for you to come along though.'
`Ah, okay. Just to watch, or...'
`Up to you, I think. I'm sure he'd be happy to cane you, or you could just watch. He's ... well, he's going to give me the birch.'
`Oh! Just like I want...'
`Yup, but I suspect I'm about to get a lot worse! When I take a beating I like it to be a savage one. I'm getting the full treatment, probably with blood drawn.'
`And I can watch?!'
I'd love you to,' I said seriously. I've been caned with another couple of lads there once and it ... well, having an audience makes it somehow more intense. And you've been there, you've submitted to me and let me beat you. I'd love you to watch it happen to me, if that makes any sense?!'
Okay...' he smiled, twisting into a horny grin. Yeah, I'll watch you get the birch. Like you say, I've been there!'
Ten days later, on the Saturday afternoon, I stood in the bare back room of Jimmy's house, taking down my flannel trousers and pants with my mouth dry and butterflies in my stomach. In front of me was an old-fashioned, heavy school desk with a sloped top, facing away from me so that when I bent over it I was doubled right over with my arse high in the air, reaching down to clutch the legs on either side. Nearby was a tall vase I'd last seen with an arrangement of dried flowers in it. Now, two birch roads stuck out. They were formidable implements, bundles of about a dozen whippy hazel fronds about three feet long, the first foot or so bound tight into a handle. Jimmy picked one of them up and shook the water from it, rustling the twigs menacingly. When he swung it a couple of times it swished through the air with a softer, less shrieking note than his cane.
`Eighteen strokes,' he said evenly.
I heard Raffe draw breath sharply. He stood to one side, just out of my line of sight. At the last glance I'd had of him, just as I went to undo my belt, he'd been watching on enthralled, with a visible bulge in his crotch. Now I could hear his quick breathing whilst Jimmy came up behind me and pulled the tail of my shirt well up out of the way, leaving my bare arse prominent and horribly vulnerable. He stepped back and held the birch across it, and for the first time I felt the wiry touch of a birch rod. Then he lifted it away again, leaving cool droplets on the waiting skin, and I sensed him lifting it high into the air. He seemed to do it very slowly and hold it there, so that the first stroke came out of nowhere.
THWACK!
For some reason I really noticed the sound, which was softer than the pistol-shot `crack' his cane made. The fronds spread out, so that rather than one slim line of pain, a broad swathe of my arse lit up with a hot, tingly sensation. It hurt much less than the first stroke of the cane, but I'd read enough about birching to know that, as the spreading twigs hit every inch of my cheeks again and again, the burning, stinging pain would become excruciating.
And so it was. He'd trained me well and my pain threshold was high enough that I could take a dozen with his heavy school cane on the bare without reacting. Yet by the dozenth stroke with the birch I was clenching my teeth and gripping the desk legs with white knuckles. My arse was agony, like a ball of white-hot fire. Around the room in front of me were fragments that had flown off the birch rod as it landed, until after the ninth stroke he'd paused for longer than usual whilst he threw it away and took up the second one. Apart from that the strokes landed every twenty seconds with merciless regularity, each one making me grunt and flinch and grit my teeth tighter.
I could sense Raffe's amazement, though he watched without a word. Later he told me he'd actually been shocked by the savagery of it, especially the last few strokes, which hard-faced Jimmy laid on as harshly as ever even though I was obviously struggling to hold it together. My entire arse was red and swollen and corrugated, and where the thin raised lines criss-crossed the skin was starting to break and bright red droplets were appearing. By then he'd broken me and I was howling with every stroke.
Afterwards it was Raffe who washed away the blood from my blazing backside whilst I lay face-down on the sofa. I felt a bit light-headed, and it was an hour or so before I felt clear enough to drive back.
`You next time?' Jimmy had smiled before we left.
Er, no,' Raffe said firmly. I couldn't take that.'
`Not yet. Some day I'll watch him flay your arse like that!' I teased him.
As always, Jimmy and I shook hands and thanked one another before we went back to the car. All the way home the pain nagged at me, and I wriggled uncomfortably in my seat as I drove.
Raffe stayed at mine that night. I cooked us dinner, a hearty beef casserole with plenty of vegetables and pearled barley, and jacket potatoes to go with it, and we drank a lot of wine and had cuddly, drunk sex when we went to bed. I fucked him spooning, nice and slow, somehow dissociating his anus that was tight around the base of my shaft and the hotness of his chute behind from the sticky brown hole I'd watched curling out its foulness so many times. In the morning we'd both need to do that, and we'd planned for that already!
Early the next morning, shortly after we'd had out first cup of tea, I took Raffe through to the bathroom with me. I knelt him down on the floor and pulled his boxers down round his thighs, cuffed his hands behind him so he couldn't wank, and then pulled down my pants and settled my battered arse down onto the rimseat in front of him. I always found the first shit after a severe beating quite intense, as though the smarting of my cheeks somehow complimented the animal pleasure of emptying my bowels. That morning it had come on quite urgently, and as soon as I sat down I farted and started dropping a thick, sticky log. In the mirror I'd put on the floor in front I could see Raffe, his eyes fixated on my unloading arse and his cock standing up like a lighthouse. Big lumps started dropping onto the bag with rustling thugs, and as I kept on dumping steadily a big, jumbled brown pile built up underneath me.
Phew, that smells so bad Jamie!' he breathed. Oh I wish I could wank. Watching you do a poo is so fucking nice, I feel like I wanna cum!'
Heh, not now!' I chuckled back. We know what you're cumming into later! Now, I'm done. Gonna wipe me? Come here, let me take your cuffs off...'
They didn't go back on after that. Instead, once we'd cleared up, I got us some coffee and breakfast, and we chilled for a bit, awaiting what would almost certainly come soon. He'd been eating loads for the last few days, and taking his fibre supplements too.
I just love how they make my poo feel,' he grinned. They make it really bulky, don't they, and so nice and easy to do! Unf, I think I'm gonna fart...'
`Mmm, yes please! Come and fart in my face!'
He got up, grinning, and came to stand in front of me, bent and let me grind my nose into the seat of his jeans, burrowing as deep as I could into his crack. Then he let rip with a sonorous blast that sent hot, reeking gas up my nose like poppers, and while I was still sniffing it and pawing at my cock he gassed me with a softer, longer one. The smell was was thick and pungent, with that softer edge it always had when he was going to do a big solid one. He sat back down again, closer to me this time, and a faint gurgling sound came from his belly.
I think I'm going to need to poo soon,' he said with a smile. I feel full and my tummy's rumbling a bit.'
`Want to get dressed now, then?!'
`He he, yes!'
So I took him through into the bedroom, stopping off to empty his bladder in the toilet, and while he took his jeans and pants off I opened the packet of nappies I'd bought for the occasion. They were pull-ups, quite thick ones that wouldn't leak, with a faint pattern across them. I opened one and held it out to him, and he took it from me and stepped into it, frowning at the unfamiliar sensation as he pulled it up around his thighs and then over his semi-hard dick and peachy arse.
`How's it feel?!'
Mm, it's nice,' he said with a coy smile. It's thick and warm. It's gonna feel amazing when I poo in it!'
`Mmm, and then sit on my face in your stinky nappy!'
`Yeah!' he breathed, his hand going to his bulging crotch.
Ten minutes later he lifted himself up on the sofa and let out another faint hiss from his bottom, and he looked round at me with a lopsided little smile on his lips. I knew what that meant, and I started to get hard immediately. His nappy muffled the smell of his farts like it did the sound, but it reached me eventually. It was fresh and pungent, the smell of a young man whose rectum is filling and stretching, sending him steadily more insistent signals that he needed to go and sit on the toilet. I was commando under the old trackie bottoms I wore around the flat, and my dick got rock hard and started to tent them out as he sat more stiffly and started to make his need-a-poo faces.
This is big!' he said softly, his eyes wide. Feels really heavy, like a brick up my bum or something!'
`Getting desperate?!'
`Not yet but it's coming, and my bumhole feels a bit slack! First poo after I've been fucked. It always feels nice, like another cock inside me...'
He looked at me intently under his eyebrows, and once again I understood. Without a word I slid off the sofa and got down on the floor, pulling my trackies down around my legs, lay back and looked up at him. He nodded and got up, his face serious but his eyes dancing, stepped across me and knelt down, and shuffled back so that my body was pinned between his solid, hairy thighs, and his padded arse hung right over my face.
`Hold it in just a moment...'
He grunted agreeably, and I reached up and pulled him down, and buried my face in the seat of his nappy, nuzzling into the crinkly plastic to push it well up into his crack. Then I pulled him down further and he sat on my face, smothering me so that the air I breathed was hot and scented with the faint plastic tang of the nappy. He reached forward and touched my cock so that it jerked, and ran his fingers over my thighs and balls.
I need a poo Jamie,' he breathed from far above me. It's really pushing to come out, I wanna let it go...'
Gently I lifted him up again, raising him well clear so that I could breathe freely again and the light flooded in, shining on the smooth skin of his back and glinting on his nappy. It was still well pressed into his crack, so that I could see the outlines of his cheeks. I looked up at him in something like awe, listening to his heavy breathing, reached through his legs and gave his hard-on one last stroke. When I drew my hand back again he let out a horny little sigh.
`Poo yourself...'
He knelt over me in silence for what felt like ages, but then I felt his body relax, and he grunted and drew breath.
`Uh! Oh, here it comes!'
His bum seemed to fill out in the nappy, I heard a muffled squeak and hiss as his hole opened, and then a little lump appeared in between his cheeks. From deep in his nappy I could just hear the slimy sound of his log sliding out, amid the rustle of his seat as it slowly bulged out from his bottom.
`Aah...' he sighed helplessly.
The smell rolled over me in a hot brown wave. My dick was going crazy, jerking about even though I wasn't touching it. Above me the movement seemed to pause for an instant, before his chute pushed hard and he forced a big bulge into the seat of his nappy and farted onto it.
`Squelch ... parp!'
Oh!' he gasped ecstatically. Oh fuck...'
He knelt up further, bucked his hips and wiggled his bum, making little horny grunting noises and sniffing at the smell he'd made. But then his chute pushed again, and he settled back down and let out a long, slow surge. His nappy bulged out towards my face, the stink really gassed me, and I felt as if I was about to cum all over myself as he emptied his bowels above me.
`Ah! Aah...' he sighed as it ended.
I reached up and touched his swollen seat. Through the padding I could feel the solid block he'd produced, like a big clump of clay. I could feel its hotness too. He let out a little horny whimper when I pressed lightly on it, pushing it more firmly back into his crack. Then I reached in between his legs and went for his dick again, rock hard in his nappy.
`Finished...?' I asked.
Yeah,' he grunted. Unf it's really big!'
`Mmm, yes it is!'
I took his hips in my hands and pulled him down again, so that he was right over my face and I could crane my head up and press my nose lightly onto his bulge and sniff deeply. His hot, reeking gas roared up my nose, as intense as a hit of poppers, and I felt like I could cum.
`Oh that's good. You stink! Now...'
I rested my head back down on the floor and let him lower himself slowly down onto my face, smothering me again. As his seat touched down lightly he rocked to and fro, so that his turds tickled him underneath and made him whimper. Then he sat down further, settling his bum right down so that I felt his shit squash and spread out.
`Ooh that feels so nice!' he sighed, rocking back and forth.
I reached up and began wanking him through his nappy again, making him grunt excitedly in his throat as he sat on my face and rode his pile like a hobby horse. For a moment I pushed him up and took a few quick breaths of clearer air, and then pulled him back down again harder and squashed his shit out across his cheeks.
Oh! Oh!' he gasped. Oh Jamie, take me to the toilet. I wanna get so messy!'
We jumped up quickly and hastened through to the bathroom, where he threw down the toilet seat and plonked himself down hard. Shit exploded across his bottom and he nearly came, but as soon as he'd calmed down he started to move again. For a long time he sat, wriggling and bouncing and squishing the mess all over, making himself edge again and again and then stopping and drawing back from the brink of cumming. He pulled me in front of him and sucked my cock again until he could taste spunk in his mouth, and he drew back a little and looked at me with dancing eyes.
`I wanna cum all over your bum!' I grinned at him.
He nodded, his teeth tweaking my shaft, and then pushed me back and stood up, and waddled over to the bath to take his nappy off. It looked as if there'd been an explosion, for his bottom was plastered in shit and when he pulled his nappy down it left big smears down his thighs. His erection sprang up, and when I got in too we stood and wanked together, until we were both grunting and breathing hard, with huge orgasms rising inside us. Then he turned away and bent over as if I was going to beat him, with his hands on the sides of the bath and his bottom sticking out. We finished like that, wanking frantically together until he spunked into the bath and I fired my cum all over his messy bottom.
Oh!' he sighed deeply. Oh that was amazing!'
I'd come to love cleaning him up when he'd pooed himself, and he'd once said how nice it felt. I needed a piss when my dick softened, and he looked round smiling gratefully as I did it all over his bottom and it ran down the back of his thighs with the first lumps of shit, and then I turned on the shower and hosed him down properly, and cleaned away the mess in the bath so that all that was left was the smell in the room. Then while he washed himself with disinfectant and soaps I cleared everything else up, before I joined him for a long, cuddly shower. What we did together was perverted and extreme, but it was also deeply intimate and erotic, and, as we often did, we sat down afterwards with a beer and talked about what we might do the next time.
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