Poor Little Shit Boy
By
Toby Tyler
(MBb, incest, oral, piss, scat, bd, submission)
The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to read it, then shame on you! If you enjoyed my story, you can check out some of my other stories on Nifty: Seventh Grade Foot Slave, Fucked-Up Kid, Brother Sucker, Scat Boy For Pay and Urinal Boy. I love to hear from my readers. You can email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please remember to mention the title of the story in the subject line.
Poor Little Shit Boy
Chapter 10
Mr. Muck had insisted that Noah was `like family'. Noah didn't need to knock. If the front door was unlocked he could just walk right in.
One Saturday Noah walked right in and was surprised to find an older boy in the kitchen, covered in blood.
The boy, who was looking in the refrigerator for something to eat, appeared to be about 16 years old. He was wearing a white shirt (although it was now mostly red) a red tie and grey flannel trousers.
"Oh, hello," the boy said. "You must be Noah." Then he yelled down the basement stairs, "Cody, you have a visitor!"
Cody came bounding up the basement stairs, followed by a third boy. All three boys were dripping with what Noah now realized was fake blood. Cody's bloody outfit was identical to the boy Noah had just met in the kitchen, but the other boy was wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans. Cody's two guests looked about the same age and size, except that the boy that had been downstairs with Cody had black hair while the boy in the kitchen's hair was a rich, chestnut brown.
"Noah, I'd like you to meet my cousins Justin," he pointed to the black-haired boy, "and Carson," he said, pointing to the brown-haired boy, who had just finished washing his bloody hands in the sink.
Carson offered his still damp hand for Noah to shake. "It's great to finally meet you, Noah. We've heard a lot about you."
Noah shook Carson's hand. When they shook hands, Carson did a weird thing. He tickled the palm of Noah's hand with his middle finger. It sent chills up and down his spine. Noah thought it might have been some sort of secret handshake.
"Yeah, we've heard A LOT about you!" Justin said, grinning, as he shook Noah's hand. Justin gave him a rather sinister wink. When Justin let go, Noah noticed that the boy was wearing black fingernail polish.
Noah was slightly uncomfortable. What the hell had Cody told them? He sure hoped that Cody didn't tell them TOO much. But Noah decided to try to take it in stride. If they were Cody's cousins they probably had a good idea of how weird Cody was. Noah got the feeling that Cody's cousins might possibly be even just as weird, if not weirder than Cody.
"We're twins, if you haven't noticed," Carson said.
"Identical twins. Same SPERM, same egg," Justin added. Noah noticed that Justin had put a lot of emphasis on the word `sperm'. He seemed to take pleasure in saying that word.
"But your hair's different," Noah observed.
"That's cuz he dyes it," Cody said, pointing at Justin with his thumb. "He's the one who has to be different! He thinks he's the evil twin!"
"At least I can tell you two apart!" Noah laughed. "So where do you guys live?"
"On Long Island," Carson replied.
"In Amityville!" Justin exclaimed proudly.
"Amityville?"
"Oh yes," Carson explained. "We live in Amityville. Amity' means friendly', so I guess you could say we live in a `friendly town'."
"It's where The Amityville Horror took place!" Justin added excitedly. "If you come visit us I'll show you the house!"
"So um, what exactly have you guys been up to?" Noah just had to ask.
"We're helping out with Cody's new video," Carson explained. "I did Cody's makeup and Justin did the special effects."
Noah noticed that Cody was indeed wearing makeup, which made his face look a little pale and his lips deep red.
"After we all get cleaned up I'll show you the raw footage," Cody offered.
"Okay Cody, what's this one called?" Noah asked.
"It's called `MMMBop/Chisanbop'."
"Huh?"
"Chisanbop. You've never heard of it?"
"No."
"Korean finger counting technique. It was all the rage in the eighties. My dad taught it to me. Why do you think I'm so good at math?"
Noah knew that Cody was terrible at math, but he didn't bother to argue the point. "So why all the blood?"
"Cuz Cody freaks out and chops off all his fingers with a meat cleaver at the end!" Justin interrupted. "It was so realistic! Best effect I ever pulled off!"
Cody smiled. "Yeah, it came out pretty good." Then he reached into the refrigerator and pulled out one of the energy drinks he was always drinking. Noah noticed that this particular brand of energy drink was called "Blue Jeans", and that the design on the can featured a lurid close-up of a man's crotch, his belt unbuckled and his jeans halfway zipped down.
Cody noticed his cousins and Noah staring at the can. "You guys want some?" he asked.
"No thanks," Noah said. "Too much caffeine for me."
Justin and Carson both tried the energy drinks. Cody suggested they get washed up and then go down into the basement rumpus room, "So you guys can get to know each other," he said with a wink.
Down in the rumpus room the boys sat on the carpet and started talking.
"So how old are you two?" Noah asked.
"Fifteen," Carson explained. "But I'm the older brother. Justin's five minutes younger."
"He keeps reminding me!"
Justin turned to Noah and gave him a piercing look. "So Noah," he asked, "what are you into?"
Noah wasn't sure how to answer. It was an ordinary, innocent question, but because it came from one of Cody's cousins, it seemed to have darker implications. He knew that Cody was very open about his interest in other boys, and he had gotten the feeling that the cousins were aware of his relationship with Noah.
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Like what are you into?" Carson explained. "Like hobbies and stuff. Books, movies, music, sports?"
Noah breathed a sigh of relief. And he was worried that they were asking him about his sex life! Hobbies, hobbies. What exactly were his hobbies? He didn't really have any. "Oh, I dunno. Music, I guess. My dad listens to a lot of oldies and I kinda got some of his tastes. You know, like the Beatles, Pink Floyd, the Beach Boys and stuff like that. I guess I like some alternative rock and pop, too."
"You should meet Donovan's mom!" Cody said. "She's got an amazing record collection from the 60's! She even named Donovan after the singer! Cool, huh?"
Noah wondered whatever happened to Donovan. He hadn't seen him in a while.
"Oh, cool!" Carson exclaimed. "Music is my life!"
"What kind of music do you like, Carson?"
Carson gushed. "I just LOVE Liza Minnelli! And Cher and Bette Midler and Madonna! All the divas, really! And I also think that Michael Jackson is fabulous! And I love to sing, too! I played the lead in our school's production of Pippin last year!"
Noah was taken aback by Carson's eager embrace of a classic gay stereotype. What was up with Cody's family? he wondered. Was it possible that they all were a bunch of queers? What were the odds of that?
"Don't worry, Noah," Justin laughed, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder. "My taste in music is a hell of a lot better than Carson's!"
Carson rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever!"
"What kind of music do you listen to, Justin?"
"Lately I've been listening to a lot of black metal."
"Black metal?"
"Yeah. My favorite bands are Obtained Enslavement, Gospel of the Horns, Satanic Warmaster, um, Wolves in the Throne Room, Thou Shalt Suffer, Clandestine Blaze, Forgotten Tomb, Angel Corpse, Goatwhore. Stuff like that. But that's not all I listen to. I like a lot of variety. Sometimes I even listen to oldies like Suicide and Throbbing Gristle when I'm in the mood."
"But there's one thing we're both really into." Carson added.
"And what's that?" Noah asked curiously.
"Renaissance fairs! Oh gosh, we go to every fair we can find! We especially love the costumes!"
There was a miniature refrigerator in the rumpus room. Cody crawled over to it. The refrigerator was filled entirely with cans of whipped cream. "Whippets, anyone?" he asked.
"Whippets?" Noah was confused.
"Oh come on, Noah! Don't tell me you never got high on nitrous!"
Now Noah understood what Cody was talking about! They had talked about inhalants in Health class. Between the poppers and now the whipped cream canisters, Noah was beginning to realize that Cody had a serious thing for huffing.
"That's kind of a waste, Cody," Justin said when he saw all the whipped cream canisters. "You should get the chargers and a balloon instead."
"Yeah, but this is more fun. We can always do, uh, other stuff with the whipped cream if we want."
"You know what would be really fun?" Carson added, "If we could get Dr. Rosenbloom to give us a whole canister! I'm sure he'd never do that, though. He wants us to keep coming back!"
"Who's Dr. Rosenbloom?" Noah asked.
"Our dentist!" the three boys replied in unison. There was something creepy about the way Noah and his cousins said that. Better not to ask, Noah thought. With Cody, he decided, there were a lot of things he didn't really want to know.
"So you've really never done whippets before?" Justin asked Noah.
"Noah's really into poppers!" Cody laughed. The twins thought it was funny, too. Noah blushed.
"Look Noah, here's what you do," Carson said, demonstrating proper whippet technique. "Hold the can upright. You just want to get the gas. Like this." Carson inhaled a large amount of the gas, passed the can to Noah and then immediately fell over onto the carpet. "Woo hoo!" he shouted.
"C'mon Noah! Submit to peer pressure!" Carson laughed. "You know you want to!"
Noah took a deep breath of the nitrous gas and then dropped the can onto the floor. It came on instantly. The effects were a little bit like the poppers, but different in a lot of ways. Poppers made him feel warm and excited; the nitrous made him feel cold and numb, like he was floating in space. It was pleasant, but a little frightening.
The boys sat around in a circle, passing the whipped cream canisters around for quite some time. The nitrous oxide relaxed him; he was a lot more comfortable being with Cody's twin cousins than when he had first arrived.
Carson picked up an empty whipped cream canister and was nonchalantly spinning it around in the middle of the carpet. "Say, guys," he said. "Anyone up for a game of spin-the-bottle?"
"Spin-the-bottle?" Cody asked.
"I mean," Carson looked at his twin brother, then at Cody, then at Noah, "I can't imagine anyone here OBJECTING to a friendly little game of spin-the-bottle."
"Sure, let's play spin-the-bottle. That okay with you, Noah?"
"Uh, sure."
Carson, who still had the canister in his hand, spun it first. It pointed at Cody. "Ooh, kissing cousins!" he giggled. Cody crawled over to Carson on his hands and knees and planted a wet kiss on his cousin's lips. Carson parted his lips and allowed Cody's tongue to enter for a moment. Then Cody crawled back to his place. "Okay, Justin's turn," he said.
When Justin spun the canister it landed on Carson. "Lucky for you, big brother!" he grinned. "Two kisses in a row!"
Noah was thrilled to see the twins embrace. This was clearly not the first time they had done this. The brothers kissed passionately, making sure that Cody and Noah were watching closely as their twin tongues explored each other's mouths.
When it was Noah's turn, he got Cody. "Aww, how sweet!" Carson exclaimed. "Don't they just make a lovely couple?"
The game went on for a long time, and all possible kissing combinations were explored. If a boy's spin ended up pointing between two boys, he got to kiss them both, sometimes even at the same time. Noah was beginning to get more and more aroused as the game went on, and each time one of the twins or Cody embraced him, he could feel their warm erections pressing against his leg.
The boys continued to play, stopping every now and again for more whippets, which made their kissing sloppier and sloppier. Noah got even more and more excited as all of the boys began to drool more and more during their kisses. He enjoyed the taste of Justin's saliva mixing with his own as his hands slowly moved up and down Justin's back and down to his butt.
When it was his turn to kiss Carson, Carson grabbed a fresh canister of whipped cream and handed it to Noah. "Go ahead," he coaxed. "Get a really big hit this time, and I'll give you a kiss you'll never forget!"
Noah took a deep breath from the canister and leaned back for Carson's kiss. Carson embraced Noah just as he began to spin out into space, grabbing Noah's face and ruthlessly shoving his hot, wet tongue in Noah's mouth. Dizzy, Noah leaned back further. Justin was behind Noah, holding him up. The boy was in heaven, high as a kite and sandwiched between two very sexy twin brothers. How much better could things get?
That's when Noah felt Justin slip the handcuffs on his wrists.
With his hands cuffed behind his back, Noah simply turned his head and smiled at Justin.
"Gee Cody, he doesn't even resist at all!" Justin exclaimed.
"That's because he's learning that resistance is futile. Right, Noah?"
"Right, Cody." Noah went along with their little game. After all, he couldn't think of anything that they could do to him that was any kinkier than anything he had done with Cody. Or anything he was starting to do with Cody's father, for that matter.
"Noah," Carson addressed him, "are you ready and willing to submit to anything we desire?"
"Of course," Noah said eagerly. Whatever they were going to do to him, he was sure it was going to be fun. They seemed like nice boys.
The boys made Noah lie down on his back. It was a little uncomfortable for him to be lying on his cuffed hands, but Carson took off his sweatshirt and propped it under Noah's head and shoulders like a pillow. That made it a little more comfortable for Noah.
"So Cody tells us you dig feet. Is that right?" Justin asked.
"Yeah," Noah admitted, blushing.
"You like them clean or smelly?"
"Uh, smelly."
"Smell this, then."
Justin took off one of his worn out Vans and held it to Noah's nose. The smell was wretched. The teen boy's sweaty sneakers were a lot stronger smelling than Cody's. He began breathing in deeply.
"Good boy," Carson said, gently stroking Noah's hair as the boy inhaled the rank foot smell from the sneaker.
"Now lick them," Justin instructed.
Noah put his tongue out and began to lick the insides of the sneaker, sucking out all the dried, salty sweat that he could. He could feel Carson massaging his cock through his jeans as he licked the sneaker.
Justin moved the sneaker around so Noah could lick it inside and out. Eventually they had Noah work his way through licking both of Justin's sneakers, as well as Carson's and Cody's.
Then the boys moved on to shoving their socked feet in Noah's face. The bottoms of their white socks were dirty and grey and Justin's socks had a few holes in them. Noah ecstatically licked, sniffed and sucked at the socked feet, paying special attention to the holes in Justin's socks. He loved sticking his tongue in the sock holes and licking at the soles of Justin's feet. In his excitement, Noah began to rip and tear Justin's socks with his teeth, wildly thrusting his tongue in between Justin's toes, licking up all the dirt, sweat and funk that had accumulated there.
"Oh man, he's going wild!" Carson exclaimed. "He's totally into it!"
The socks that Carson and Cody wore were much less worn than Justin's, so Noah simply peeled them off with his teeth, eagerly sucking all the sweat out of them.
Cody began squirting whipped cream on his toes for Noah to lick off. "Here's your dessert!" he exclaimed, wriggling his toes in Noah's open mouth.
Noah licked and licked toes and soles, nibbled toenails and sucked out toe jam until his tongue was dry. "Hey guys, I need some water!" he gasped.
"He's run out of spit!" Cody said. "Anyone want to give him a contribution?"
All three boys spat into Noah's open mouth. "He needs more than that!" Cody said, sitting on Noah's chest, straddling his face. Noah knew what was coming next.
"Say please!" Cody laughed, taking another hit of nitrous.
"Please, Cody! I wanna drink your piss!"
"Say pretty please with whipped cream on it!"
"Pretty please with whipped cream on it! Give it to me now!"
"Ok. If you insist." Cody knelt down with his crotch in Noah's face, undid his fly, pulled out his cock and aimed it at Noah's mouth. He began pissing sloppily into Noah's mouth.
Noah had trouble swallowing all the piss, since he was still lying handcuffed on his back. Some of the piss began to run out his mouth, down his neck and chest and onto the carpet. When Cody was finished, the twins resumed having Noah worship their feet, stopping every once in a while to piss in Noah's face.
"So Noah," Justin asked after hocking a loogie in Noah's mouth, "we know you go this far, but do you go all the way?"
"All the way?" Noah asked. Knowing Cody, Cody's dad, and now Cody's cousins, he figured that they were implying that it was time for him to get under the rim chair. But he didn't want to come out and say it.
"Yeah, you know, all the way."
"He's kinda partly all the way, but not all the way all the way," Cody tried to explain. "I mean, he's not quite ready to eat yet, but we're working on that."
"Okay, Noah, here's the thing," Justin explained, rubbing Noah's hard cock through his jeans all the while. "Like, I'm really sloppy about wiping my ass. So I didn't wipe too well after I took a shit today. It's all like sticky and itchy down in my crack. Really itchy. You ever have that happen to you? Where your underwear gets all sticky in there and you have to keep picking it out of your crack. You know what I mean?"
"You want me to lick your ass clean for you, Justin?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" Justin stood up and began unzipping his jeans. He pulled them down and kicked them off. Then he pulled his underwear down. Noah could see that Justin already had a nice skidmark on his underpants.
"Smell that!" Justin said, holding his dirty underpants up to Noah's nose. "You like that, huh?"
Noah just nodded. He couldn't speak because he was already sucking the dried shit out of Justin's underwear.
"Look Cody, he likes it!" Carson exclaimed.
"Course he likes it!" Cody laughed.
Soon Justin took the underwear out of Noah's mouth and squatted over his face. Noah began eagerly licking the sweat and shit out of Justin's dirty ass. However, it was difficult for him to get his tongue deep into Justin's hole because of the position he was in.
The boys hadn't heard Mr. Muck come home. Cody's dad peeked into the rumpus room. "Hello boys," he said.
"Hello, Uncle Harry!" the twins said.
"I just wanted to let you boys know that I have some important shareholders upstairs, so it would be good if you boys could, you know, kind of be discrete, if you know what I mean."
Mr. Muck noticed Justin sitting on Noah's face. "Oh, hello Noah. I didn't see you down there."
Justin lifted his ass so that Noah could speak. "Hello, Mr. Muck."
"I'm glad to see you boys are having a good time." Then he looked at Noah again. "Noah, you don't look too comfortable down there."
"I'm fine, except these handcuffs are starting to hurt a little."
"Cody, why don't you get some rope to tie Noah up with? I think he'd like it better than those handcuffs."
"Okay, Dad."
"And another thing. Do you want me to bring the rim chair down here? I think it would be a lot more comfortable for Noah and for Justin."
"Good thinking, Dad."
Mr. Muck went to get the rim chair and Cody went to get some rope, leaving the twins with Noah. They took turns spitting on Noah's face.
"I gotta piss," Noah said.
"Why don't you just piss in your pants?" Carson asked.
"Cuz then I'll have nothing else to wear."
"Just look at you, Noah!" Carson giggled. Your shirt's already drenched. I don't think pissing in your pants is going to make much of a difference now. And besides, you can wear some of Cody's clothes."
"I guess you're right."
"C'mon," Justin coaxed. "We wanna see you piss your pants!"
"Here goes."
The twins watched the dark spot beginning to spread from Noah's crotch and down his leg. The twins got on each side of him and began to lick and suck the piss through Noah's jeans. By this time Cody had gotten back with the rope. Noah sat up so Cody could take the cuffs off and tie his hands up.
Mr. Muck returned with the rim chair. "Here you go, boys," he said, setting it up over Noah's face.
In a flash, Cody had his pants off and he was on the rim chair, enjoying a good licking from Noah. The twins were still sucking the piss from Noah's jeans. Mr. Muck was enjoying the scene.
"Hey Dad," Cody asked. "Can I have five thousand bucks?"
"What do you need five thousand dollars for?"
"I wanna do the video I was telling you about. Circle of Friends. That's my budget."
"The crop circle idea? Is that the one?"
"Yeah. Can I have the money?"
Cody and his dad continued to negotiate for a few minutes. Noah was getting annoyed. Couldn't Cody have chosen a more appropriate time to ask his dad for money? He decided the best way to get Cody's attention was to bite him on the ass.
"Hey!" Cody yelped. "What did you do that for?!!!"
Harry Muck chuckled. "I think Noah is getting a little impatient," he said. "We can talk about your video some other time." Mr. Muck then left the boys to their fun.
"Let's get down to business," Cody shouted gleefully. "Now Noah, you're going to submit to everything we dish out, right?"
"I guess I don't have a choice."
"That's the spirit!"
Noah began licking Cody's dirty asshole from under the rim chair while the twins continued to suck the piss out of his wet jeans. "Cody, you're even filthier than Justin!" he groaned.
"That didn't stop you from licking him clean!"
So Noah diligently continued to lick Cody's un-wiped hole clean as the twins began to busy themselves with removing Noah's sneakers. Each twin busied himself by sniffing Noah's dirty white sock before pulling it off with his teeth. Then each twin took one of Noah's feet and began to lick and suck the toes.
Noah removed his tongue from Cody's asshole. "You know, you guys can blow me if you want," Noah said.
"It doesn't work that way, Noah," Cody explained, farting in Noah's face. "You're the one who's tied up. You're the slave. If someone wants to blow you they'll blow you. But you have no say in the matter. We're gonna do whatever we want to you." Then he addressed the twins. "By the way, guys, let me know when you need to use the toilet. Noah will be happy to oblige."
"Cody! You know I'm not quite ready for that!"
Cody farted into Noah's face again. "Just keep sucking my farts and you'll be ready soon enough! And besides, we've got plenty of poppers for you if you need it."
"I think I'm gonna need it!"
"You're gonna need it pretty soon," Just in laughed. "Cause I think I got a little turd up here to get you started!"
"Okay, Justin, you take the rim chair," Cody directed, getting off of Noah's face and pulling up his jeans.
Justin stopped sucking on Noah's toes, stood up and unzipped himself. Then he took his jeans and underwear off and sat on the rim chair. Meanwhile, Cody crouched on the floor next to Noah, coaching him with a vial of poppers ready. "Okay, Noah, you know what to do. Just tell me when you need some poppers. Just start kissing and licking his ass a bit. Really get to enjoy the smell and taste of it. Justin, give Noah a few minutes before you start to push it out."
Noah began kissing Justin's ripe teenage hole. It was quite beautiful, red and somewhat smooth, with some nice curly hairs around it. Noah was having fun teasing the hairs with his tongue and teeth. Cody was watching Noah closely.
"Okay, Noah. You ready?"
"Give me a sec. Cody, can I have some poppers?"
Cody held the poppers to Noah's nose, accidentally spilling some.
"Aargh!" Noah shouted. "I got some down my nose! It burns!"
"Sorry!"
"Okay, we'll take a break. But we're not gonna let you go until you've eaten everything Justin has to give you. And anyone else that needs to use you, for that matter."
"I guess I can't escape," Noah smiled sheepishly.
Cody sat Noah up until he started to feel a little better. Then Noah crawled under the rim seat again. "Give me the poppers. I don't want you to spill it down my nose again."
Noah resumed sucking Justin's slightly hairy hole again. The pucker began to swell and Noah put his lips around it and began to suck it. Then he stopped and took a hit of poppers.
"How do you like my ass, Noah?" Justin asked.
"Oh, it's so good!"
"Tasty?"
"Yeah, real tasty!"
Just then Noah felt Carson unzipping him. Noah was in heaven as he felt his cock engulfed by Carson's warm mouth. He was almost ready to shoot his load right there. The combination of the poppers, Justin's ass and Carson's blowjob sent him reeling with pleasure. It also thrilled him to have Cody crouched on the floor, watching the action close up. Noah took another hit of poppers.
"You want it?" Justin asked.
"Yeah I want it!"
"You want what?"
"You know what I want!"
"I know I know. But I want to hear you say it."
"I want you to shit in my mouth! I want you to feed me your nasty load!"
"What's the magic word?"
"Please! Please use me as your toilet, Justin!"
"Well, if you insist," Justin began slowly forcing out a medium-sized turd into Noah's mouth. Noah wrapped his lips around it and sucked it like a cock.
Cody knew this was a critical moment. If Noah stopped and thought about what he was doing, he'd get sick again. Quickly, Cody grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it to Noah's nose, making sure the boy got a good whiff to send him skyrocketing to ecstasy.
Noah held the turd in his mouth, his eyes bugging out. He was beginning to taste the bitter shit dissolving on his tongue.
"Eat it, Noah! Eat it!" Cody shouted.
At that moment Noah lost control and shot his load into Carson's mouth. It was a strange sensation for him. He felt himself ejaculate, but he knew he hadn't really `cum' yet. He felt his orgasm building up, trailing behind the actual orgasm. Maybe it was the intensity of the experience. I think I could even cum again! Noah thought.
Cody gave him more poppers. Then he noticed that Justin had another piece of shit coming out of his hole.
"Get it, Noah! Get it!" Cody coached. Without thinking, Noah caught the second turd in his mouth and swallowed it immediately. He buried his face in Justin's asscrack and began to lick and suck until he came. This time he only shot a little, but his whole body quaked.
Noah lay on the floor, dizzy and gasping for breath. His mind was blown.
"Thanks for helping me break him in, guys," he heard Cody say to his cousins.
To Be Continued