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The Humiliation of Mark Heffron (aka "Stinky-Butt")
This true story was prompted by my discovery that my former co-worker
Mark Heffron has a pornographic presence on the web (see his websites at
sissymarky.com and pdnudes.com for lamentable examples of his
pornographic photos and videos). I happened upon them by accident by
googling his name one day, wondering what had happened to him. It was
sad and shocking to see that he had fallen to such an abysmal level of
depravity. He had seemed like a very spiritual person when I knew him,
and was shy and very kind. He had even given a co-worker $500 to help
her get a lawyer after she was fired from the USPS for selling drugs. We
often had long conversations about the life of Jesus and early
Christianity. I have emailed him and offered advice on how to either get
therapy for his sexual problems, or to help him renew his faith in Our
Lord Jesus, but so far he has shown no interest. This is my attempt to
trace back his life to an earlier time when unfortunate events occured
which I believe changed him into the sad, lost soul that he is today. I
have no ill-will toward Mark, just pity and compassion. I wish I could
bring back happier days for him, and this is part of my attempt to help
him. You can abandon the Lord, but He will never abandon you. There is
always a chance for reconciliation if you are willing to surrender your
life to Him..
I have no copyright claims to this story. Please be advised that there
is a large amount of sexual content in this story; if this bothers you,
read no further. Use this story as you will, and I hope, learn from it.
I also hope that when Mark Heffron sees this, which I'm sure he will,
that he shall begin to see through the fog of lust and depravity that he
has let himself fall into. Sometimes Satan sets the cruelest snares for
those he fears and covets the most.
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Mark Heffron and I worked together in incoming flats at the Main
Milwaukee Post Office on St. Paul St. for several years together. I saw
him change from a shy but happy person, to a sad soul plagued by
unhappiness and depression during those years. It started when a woman
whom he loved, left him for another lover, and his life seemed to spiral
downhill after that. We used to work together sometimes and we often
discussed early Christianity and the Life of Jesus. Mark had other
religious interests, most notably Buddhism, and he prided himself in
knowing a lot about various other religions. This is a trap that Satan
sets for many believers.
As time went on I began to hear troubling rumors about Mark. There were
several people in incoming letters and incoming flats who didn't like
him because he was a good, dependable worker, and I'm sure that many of
the rumors were spread in the beginning by those people.
The first rumors were about lewd photos that someone had taken of him
which had a homosexual content. Apparently when Mark was 19, he
befriended a gay photographer who lived near him on East Kane Place on
the lower east side. The photographer paid Mark $30 to pose nude for
him. Mark actually admitted this to me in a long conversation we had one
day after I asked him about the photos, which were circulating at that
time throughout the work areas (I was shown a few of the photos by a co-
worker and had to stop looking at them; they were so dreadfully
degrading!).
Mark claimed that after he undressed and was nude, the photographer kept
trying to perform oral sex on him and he kept pushing him away and
refusing his advances. Most of the photos, according to Mark, showed his
buttocks, anus, and penis, along with embarrassing facial expressions
which the photographer kept prompting him to make, like opening his
mouth wide as if he was excited, and pursing his lips into sphincter-
like shapes and sticking his tongue out. The man also had an automatic
shutter release, so that many of the photos of Mark's backside contained
the man's face in the picture too. Mark later found that there were
photos that appeared to show the man sniffing and tonguing his anus and
buttocks (Mark said he couldn't see behind him when these things were
happening). One of the photos I saw showed Mark spreading his buttocks
apart so that his anus was showing, and the bearded photographer's
tongue was sticking out and almost touching Mark's anus. Another showed
Mark masturbating with a rather foolish look on his face, similar to
some of the photos he has online now. Mark told me that he agreed to
masturbate for some of the photos in exchange for the photographer
agreeing to stop trying to suck his penis. The worst thing he did
however, was agreeing to defecate in some of the photos for an extra
$20. I had the misfortune of seeing one of these photos too. It was
heartbreadking to see the pitiful facial expression on Mark's face as he
lay back naked, his legs in the air and his privates completely exposed,
with a small brown stool emerging from his anus. When these photos were
being passed around at work, I could hear people aisles away hooting and
howling at the sight of some of these. I always wondered if Mark knew
what was going then.
Mark seemed to get quieter and more depressed with each passing day.
Many people who used to speak to him shunned him after seeing the dirty
photos, and I know Mark was very hurt by this. He no longer knew who his
friends were and became more shy and timid. Some jerks started writing
things about him in the men's room's stalls, mostly referring to him as
a faggot or pervert with references to feces and gay anal sex. Some of
the better people at the PO tried to erase or cover up much of this
graffiti, but there were new incidents constantly, so Mark started using
a restroom near the main lobby of the Post Office to avoid the
embarrassment of having to see his name sullied all the time. One
brutish mail-handler who saw the photos started harassing Mark
constanty, even pushing him into the lockers a couple times in the men's
locker room. Mark had a tendency to start weeping and sobbing when such
things happened to him, and this just caused him to look more pitiful to
others. He became an easy target for people who wanted to make fun of
someone and fear no consequences. But this was just the beginning of
Mark Heffron's problems.
I heard this story from several different people before Mark told me
about it himself one evening. This is my understanding of the story.
One morning Mark's supervisor (I'll call her Tammy) approached him at
his case and told him to report to the nurse's office. She told Mark
that she had no knowledge of what the reason was but she issued him a
signed note which authorized him to leave his work area and report to
the nurse's office. Mark told me that he was very embarassed when Tammy
told him this and that Tammy appeared embarassed too when she had to
tell him to go.
Apparently what had happened is this. Mark had been working in incoming
letters upstairs earlier, and one of the people who didn't like him
there (she thought Mark was gay and a "company man" as she called it,
and had seen many of the pornographic photos of Mark) complained to the
supervisor that Mark had a very unpleasant body odor and that the seat
he had been sitting on was now contaminated with this unpleasant odor
too. The seats, which were padded and canvas-covered and a little like
big tilted bicycle seats, were porous and could probably hold odors
longer than smooth-surfaced seats. This complaint prompted the order for
Mark to report to the nurse. I was told later that this woman was
particularly upset with Mark that morning, because she had been hoping
to get some overtime (her shift overlapped Mark's), but that Mark's
quick mail-sorting had helped her crew catch up and finish sorting their
mail before dispatch time.
I had noticed that Mark's personal hygiene and dress were getting more
and more untidy with time because of his fatigue and constant
depression, He was taking Prozac and Xanax on and off during those days,
yet he often complained about fatigue and I could see a constant gnawing
sadness in him. He used to laugh and joke around a lot in earlier days,
but now he seemed alwaye downcast. I had noticed that he had underarm
odor on several occasions, but never noticed any butt odors.
Mark told me that his heart was pounding hard when he reached the
nurse's office, and that he already had an inkling about what the
problem was. When the nurse told him that there had been a complaint
made about an unpleasant body odor originating from him, he said his
heart sank and he started to get tears in his eyes.
The nurse told him to undress and put his clothes on a small metal
table. After removing his sneakers and socks, Mark started undressing
and the nurse examined each piece of clothing as he removied it and
smelled it. Mark said he saw a concerned look on her face when she
sniffed the armpit area of his shirt and teeshirt and this caused him to
start weeping quietly. After taking his jeans off, he froze in a
fearful embarassment as she turned the jeans inside out and sniffed the
seat area. Again Mark noticed the look of concern on her face and he
started weeping louder. The nurse put the jeans down on the table and
patted him on his bare shoulder and tried to console him by telling him
that this had happened before and that he was not the first person to
have this body odor problem. Mark said he felt more embarassed than ever
at this attempt to console him and that his hard was pounding so hard
with panic that he could hardly move and was afraid to take his white
briefs off for fear of what the nurse would find.
The nurse ordered him to take his underpants off but Mark just stood
frozen in panic and fear. The nurse was a fairly large, stocky woman,
and she got behind him and "guided" Mark toward the table by the
shoulders and told him to pull his briefs down again in a rather stern
voice.
Mark obeyed, in a "frightened trance" as he described it to me, and
pulled his underpants down and removed them. In a state of shock, Mark
glanced down into the seat of the underpants before he hended them over,
and saw to his horror that there was a fairly large brown poop-stain in
them and even though he didn't have a very good sense of smell, he could
smell the odor of his dirty anus coming from the fabric of the
underpants. He robotically handed the soiled briefs to the nurse and
turned away in shock and humiliation so he didn't have to see her inpect
and smell the dirty drawers and he started sobbing and moaning in
sorrow. Bwtween sobs he told the nurse over and ove that he was sorry,
and she kept consoling him by patting his shoulder and telling him that
she would make everything better and not to worry about it. But the
humiliation only kept getting worse.
Mark was completely naked now and couldn't stop weeping. She had Mark
put his hands in the air so that she could spray his armpits with an
aerosol deodorant. After spraying each armpit she sniffed it to make
sure that the odor was gone. Then she knelt down behind himand told him
to bend over and spread his buttocks apart with his hands.
Mark said that his legs were already weak from the fear and embarassment
he was feeling and they they started shaking uncontrollably when he
bent over and pulled his buttocks apart for the nurse. When he felt her
breath upon his anus he said he felt like fainting from the shock and
humiliation. This is where there is a discrepancy between two versions
of this story.
Mark claims that the nurse wiped his anus with tissues and threw the
soiled paper into a plastic-lined waste basket, and then sprayed his
anal area with the same aerosol deodorant she had sprayed on his
underarms. The problem with this story is that another witness walked in
when this was happening- a man I will call Eddie, who wsa almost 400
pounds and had to see the nurse daily to get weighed. Eddie was a loud-
mouth and would do things like brag that he could lose 5 pounds just by
going to the bathroom, so I don't know whether to believe his story or
Mark's.
Eddie was supposed to wait in the antechamber of the nurse's office and
wait for her to call him, but he had apparently been in the office 15
minutes ealier but hadn't brought an authorization slip, so he had to
track down his supervisor to get one. When he barged in unexpectedly
while the nurse was fumigating Mark's anus, he got a first-hand view of
the whole procedure until the nurse noticed his arrival and waved at him
to get back into the antechamber, which he did after getting a good view
of the proceedings.
Eddie claims that he saw Mark naked, crying uncontrollably and bent over
with his buttocks spread wide, and that the nurse was "wiping his
asshole" with wet antiseptic wipes. There was a white metal tray on the
floor next to mark's foot where she had already deposited a couple of
the used wipes, and Eddie said they were "shit-stained". Eddie said he
couldn't believe how much Mark's legs were shaking and that he appeared
flushed red from his "face down to his ass" in embarassment. Eddie
stared in amazement for a few moments at the sight until the nurse
pullled the wipe out of Mark's butt-crack and waved at him, with the
soiled tissue in her hand, to leave, with a very annoyed look on her
face.
Either way the nurse wiped and deodorized Mark's anus, and Mark was
completely overcome with humiliation and embarassment. Not only did he
have to strip naked and expose his anus for the nurse to clean, but a
co-worker had seen the event taking place. It was a case of extremely
bad luck.
The nurse had Mark lie down naked on the examination table, concerned
about his shaking legs and panicked appearance. She gave him a muscle
relaxant with water and ook his blood pressure. Mark said he just stared
into the bright overhead light which was bluured and foggy with his
tears and wished he was dead. He put his hand on his chelt and felt his
heart pounding and feared that he would have one of his panic attacks on
the table so he tried to sit up, but the nurse ordered him to like down
againa nd told him he would feel better soon when the medication took
effect.
It was very sad and unnerving to hear Mark's version of this story. I
had heard other versions of it from other workers who had talked to
Eddie, but to see the disturbed facial expressions on Mark's face as he
told the story was especially shocking. In another version the nurse had
also cleaned Mark's penis and testicles, and had also given him an
enema, but Eddie himself told me once that he didn't believe this
happened. Some stories just get augmented with time.
Mark said he started looking around the room and moving his toes around
to keep his mind off his beating heart, which was now the main cause of
his panic. When he looked down to watch his toes moving he saw his
pathetically small penis in plain view under the bright light. Mark said
he then had the uncomfortable feeling that his testicles were shrinking
and disappearing into his groin and he started crying again. This time
he cried so hard that he couldn't hear or feel the nurse trying to
console him. The feeling of panic kept growing and he felt a tightness
grip his heart. Then his heart started skipping beats and Mark said felt
like he was descending into a dark pit in his belly, so he got up and
slid off the table in blind fear and started staggering toward the
antechamber and the door. Eddie was gone thankfully when he got into the
antechamber but the nurse grabbed him before he got to the door and got
between him and the door and grabbed him hard by the shoulders.
"YOU CANNOT GO OUT THERE!" She shouted to him. "Do you understand? Do
you understand?" she repeated in a stern voice. "You'll have to stay
here until you feel better!"
"I feel so bad!" Mark remembered crying, sobbing in his panic and
helplessness, and the nurse forcibly guided his naked shivering body
back to the examination table and pushed him back onto it.
For a moment, as the nurse held his nude body down on the table, Mark
said the whole room seemed to be collapsing around him, and all he could
feel was an all-enveloping dark fear. The nurse had one of her hands on
his chest and it felt like she was crushing his heart.
"I've got to go!" Mark cried, and tried to get up again, but now he was
too weak. The nurse looked down into his eyes and told him to look at
her. Mark obeyed and she started rubbing his temples hard. "Feel my
hands on your temples!" she spoke firmly.
"OK," Mark sobbed feebly, and then he saw a look of kindness in her eyes
that started to sooth his panicked agony. Mark said he didn't know if it
was the medication taking effect or the compassionate look in the
nurse's eyes that pulled him from the edge of the abyss he was facing.
He thought he even saw a tear in her eye for a moment. The nurse left
for a few seconds to lock the door. Mark heard it click as he felt his
heart still pounding hard against his hand, and he tried to breath deep
out of his belly as he had learned to do when he would start
hyperventilating when he had his earlier panic attacks.
When the nurse returned she had him turn over on his stomach and started
massaging his neck and back vigorously. Mark said he thanked her
profusely and started crying tears of joy as he felt his legs getting
stronger again, his heartbeat subside, and the relaxing feeling of the
medication take effect. He told me that he believed that the nurse was a
kind of angel on earth but that people didn't know it. After he was
strong enough to get up, the nurse helped him get his clothes on again,
except for his smelly underpants, which she put in a white plastic bag
and instructed him to put in his locker until he could take them home
and wash them. She had Mark sit in a chair for another ten minutes and
gave him a lecture on bathing and changing his clothes regularly and
using deodorant, smiling and patting his shoulder now and then to
encourage him, and then, when she thought he was ready, she had him
return to his work area.
On his way back downstairs, Mark stopped in the men's room to see how he
looked in the mirror. His hair was all wet from sweating so he rubbed
his hair with paper towels until it was just damp. Then he went into one
of the stalls to check his testicles, which he had feared had sunk back
into his groin, and he found that they looked normal. He hadn't been in
this stall for quite a while, and when he looked at the side of the
stall he remembered why. Someone had written in large black letters:
"Mark Heffron the Shit-Queen was here!" And with that bit of
encouragement he went back to work.
Things continued to go downhill for Mark after that. The nurse had Mark
see a psychiatrist and he started taking prozac regularly. He saw the
nurse every couple of days and Mark said it was her compassion that got
him through those dark days.
The ridicule Mark suffered got worse because of the body odor incident.
His nickname was now "Stinky-Butt" and a few cruel people called him
that instead of his name from then on. One particularly cruel guy who
had seen his naked photos and didn't like homosexuals would shout
"Stinky-Butt" every time Mark entered the cafeteria when he was there.
Mark's shoulders would sink and he'd hurry quickly to get his food and
then scurry out of the room, often with tears in his eyes.
One afternoon it was a co-workers birthday and someone had gotten him a
cake. Mark was still his friend so he had joined the rest of us,
including a girl he had a crush on whom I'll call Alice, at the table
for a small birthday celebration. Mark actually looked a little happy
that day, glancing at Alice every once in a while with a sheepish look
of admiration on his face. Suddenly the "mean guy" came up behind Mark
(he liked Alice too and knew Mark liked her, so he probably wanted to
embarrass him in front of her) and he grabbed Mark by the shoulder and
shouted: "Stinky-Butt, my stinky little friend! Have you been using the
toilet paper lately?" and gave him a pretty hard slap on top of the
head. It looked like a dark cloud passed over Mark's face. He just sat
in stunned silence while everyone around him looked at him uncomfortably
to see what he would do next. He looked at the guy whose birthday it
was, then at me as if begging for help, and then at Alice with a look of
complete embarassment. Alice had to look away as tears started forming
in Mark's eyes and he sat frozen in fear.
"Stinky-Butt! Stinky-Butt!" the guy went on. "How's the ass odor
problem?" he shouted for everyone in the cafeteria to hear, and he
started laughing hysterically. Mark got up, his shoulders jerking as he
started sobbing, and scooted quickly toward the door in mortified
disgrace.
"Stinky-Butt! Stinky-Butt my little stinky buddy! Don't leave now! OK go
then! And don't come back till you wipe your ass!" the guy howled with
glee, ruining our birthday celebration and causing Mark to avoid the
cafeteria pemanently from then on.
The ridicule and grafitti on the walls went on and on. Compounding
Mark's problem was the appearance of new naked photos of him. I never
saw any of these because I didn't want to, but people told me that some
of them were taken by a neighbor of his when he would masturbate and
stick objects up his ass in his window at night with the lights on.
There were other photos of him with some hairy guy's cock up his ass,
with Mark's scared eyes staring into the camera as he got butt-fucked
and photographed.
I think that the photographer of the second batch of pictures was a
postal employee and part-time supervisor we worked with, for reasons I
will describe soon. With the arrival of the latest photos, Mark was
exposed not only as a homosexual, but as a flasher as well. Certain
people developed and intense dislike toward Mark, especially the
homophobes, and constantly harrassed him.
Finally there was a rumor that Mark was getting butt-fucked at lunchtime
by an employee I'll call Kurt in the old catacomb-like passageways in
the basement of the post office. Three people, including Alice, wanted
to go into the basement at lunchtime and see if this was true, and for
some reason, I decided to go along with them.
About five minutes after someone spotted Mark heading down the
stairwell, the four of us followed. The basement of the post office has
long musty passageways filled with old postal equipment that is no
longer being used. We heard voices down one of the hallways, so we snuck
down an adjacent one that has little openings which connect to the
neighboring tunnels.
We found an opening where we could see Mark and Kurt in the corner of a
small alcove in the neighboring tunnel. We had a perfect spot to watch
them because there were two rows of old APC's we could peek through and
not be seen by Mark and Kurt.
The two acted very quickly They unfolded an old tarp and used it as a
kind of carpet on the dusty concrete floor. Mark ahd a little brown
paper bag he took a tube of KY jelly out of and quickly removed his
shoes, socks and pants. We were surprised to see he was wearing pink
cotton panties and he slipped them off and handed them to Kurt, who
pretended to sniff them and laughed softly.
Kurt had removed his shoes and socks and Mark got down on his knees and
helped pull Kurt's pants and briefs down and removed them. Kurt's cock
was flaccid so Mark started sucking on it enthusiasitically, making loud
slurping sounds while he sucked on Kurt's cock. I actually felt queasy
as I watched Kurt's cock stiffen between Mark's lips until it was hard
(about six inches long) and Mark started tilting his head forward so he
could get the hard cock down his throat and continued to rhythmically
suck it with wet slurping sounds. He massaged Kurt's buttocks with his
hands and his anus with his fingers as he sucked his cock, pausing to
suck his balls now and then and kissing his hard cock-shaft up and down
the whole length of it while moaning passionately.
Every time he released Kurt's cock from the grip of his tongue and lips
Mark would whimper in a high-pitched feminine voice: "Please fuck my
butt! Please Fuck my Butt Master!" It was pretty sickening. Mark
uncapped the tube of lube and squeezed some into the palm of his hand,
which he massaged onto Kurt's stiff throbbing cock.
Then Mark suddenly turned around and thrust his bare ass upward toward
Kurt's hard cock until it was resting between his butt-cheeks. Mark
whimpered loudly now and Kurt told him to hush as Mark started
rythmically massaging his cock between his ass-cheeks,
I was somewhat amazed at the sight of Mark's ass. It was smooth,
hairless, and rounded in a very feminine manner. I could vaguely
understand why Kurt was attracted to it. Every once in a while when Mark
turned to look back passionately at Kurt, I could see his little hard
penis flopping around between his hairless skinny legs.
Finally Kurt grabbed Mark by the hips and thrust his cock into Mark's
ass. Mark squealed, partially in pain at the sudden jolt of Kurt's cock
penetrating his rectum, and also in delight as he started to squeal and
croon ecstatically and beg Kurt to fuck him harder and harder (it's so
difficult for a non-initiate to understand why!).
It only took a minute for Kurt to start moaning as he ejaculated
spasmodically into the depths of the ass of the guy known to some as
"Stinky-Butt". Mark maoned with him, reaching back between his legs to
massage Kurt's cock and balls as he ejaculated.
One of our group giggled at this point, and Kurt looked nervously over
in our direction. He dressed quickly and darted back down the tunnel.
Mark eithe didn't hear the sounds or didn't care. He rested for a moment
with his face to the floor and his ass in the air. The crack of his ass
glistened with wet lubricant and Kurt's sperm and he still moaned softly
to himself, his bare ass swaying softly back and forth. I don't think he
ever ejaculated himself. When he finally stood up his penis was just a
tiny nub. He produced some tissue paper from the brown bag and wiped the
sperm and lubricant out of his ass and wrapped all the tissue in a wad.
Then he redressed and left.
The four of us kept hiding until Mark was gone. Then we followed back up
the stairs to the cafeteria. I was in a state of shock for a while after
that. I had heard of such things happening at the Post Office before,
but seeing it for myself was staggering.
Mark's days at the post office were numbered after that. I'm not sure if
the postal inspectors were informed about this incident or not. There
were rumors that Mark was forced to resign or face embarrassing
disciplinary actions. One of our coworkers who watched the anal sex
incident with us had a big mouth and word spread quickly about it. Kurt
lost his part-time supervisor status, and Mark faced continued
harrassment by coworkers, from physical abuse to cruel jokes. Two guys
pushed him around and beat him in the locker room, where he had now
retreated to eat lunch out of public view. He sported a cut over one of
his eyes and had a slight limp for a while after that. Rolls of toilet
paper was left at his distribution case twice, and there were constant
catcalls when "Stinky-Butt" walked the floors. Other rumors started. A
guy who used to go to Bradford Beach on the lakefront to photograph
scantily clad women said he saw Mark walking the beach in an effeminate
manner dressed in nothing but pantyhose and wearing mascara and
lipstick. And there was a rumor that Mark had offered one of the
janitors a blow-job in one of the restrooms. Kurt and Mark had
supposedly stopped having sex in the basement and were doing it at
Kurt's house now, even though Kurt was married.
I was disgusted with Mark after seeing the anal sex incident. There was
only one guy who remained his friend and talked to him sometimes, and I
don't think anyone ever told him about Mark's sexual depravity. One day
I came to work and found that Mark had either quit or had been fired.
None of the supervisors would say. I have to admit that I was glad he
was gone. And that's the last I ever saw of him until I accidentally
stumbled upon his disgusting internet porn recently.
Those were the incidents which led to Mark Heffron's ruined reputation
and downfall into Satan's world of sexual perversion and corruption.
I'm praying for you, Mark.