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Subject: "Please Fuck My Poodie! Part 2"- a depraved story from my youth (mesonaked.com)
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Terri had this wide wooden chair with a comfortable cushion on it which
she began to use as a platform to tie me up in revealing positions,
where my ass, anus, and face would be exposed for the video camera,
usually with my ass up in the air. I'm sure now that Tim put her up to
this. Sometimes she tied my penis and testicles up with string or pink
ribbons and stretched them by pulling on the string and tying the end
down. I hated when she separated my testicles and tied them up
individually; it always felt like the string or rope was going to come
down and crush them. The worst was when she had both my testicles
separated and tied and stretched them by having two strings pulling them
apart sideways, and my poor little penis (tied with a string around its
head) pulled upward by that string and stretched so much that it was
only about a third-of-an-inch thick and looked like a skinny little worm
being tortured. My legs were tied back over my head so I had a good view
of my pathetic little sex organs displayed like cheap trinkets or
appetizers for the camera. Sometimes I would start panicking and they
would shrink down to ever tinier sizes. My testicles would look like
little pink grapes that were ready to pop. Sometimes I'd start crying in
fear and agony and Terri would loosen them for a while until I regained
my composure.
Then she would start to spank me, sometimes with her hand, other times
with a belt or horse whip (that really hurt!) or a pingpong paddle (I
liked that the best; it made the most noise but didn't hurt as much and
reddened my buttocks fast). When my butt was blushing red she would
write things on my butt-cheeks next, two-word expressions where one word
would go on each buttock, like "stinky-butt", "sissy-slut", "poop-
eater", "fag-boy", "fag-ass", "poddy-boy", "gay-boy", "anal whore",
"ass-licker", "fuck me", "poopy-butt", and others, and then she would
inscribe a one-word sign on my forehead, usually "Fag", "Slut", "Fool",
or "Whore". Then she would start stretching my anus open with her lubed
fingers while I started begging and pleading with her in my high-pitched
"girly-voice" to fuck my poodie and make me go poddy and other
submissive and shamefully embarrassing expressions. Finally she would
fuck my writhing, defaced ass with her fingers or a dildo while the
camcorder caught it all on tape.
One of the worst things that was filmed was when she had me tied to the
chair on my back with my legs pulled backward over my head, so that my
face, penis, butt, and anus were all exposed to view. After getting me
horny by spanking and scolding me in various ways, she announced that
she was going to "fuck the poop out of me" that night. Usually when I
felt the need to poop while she was working on my anus, we would take a
break so I could go poddy and clean my anus with soap and water in the
sink. When she started working on my anus that night I noticed that she
was wearing a plastic glove on her right hand. I thought its purpose was
to make it sting more when she spanked me. She had written "poop-boy" on
my butt-cheeks earlier (I could actually feel the letters being
inscribed) with a red marker, and told me that she wanted me to hear me
express myself tonight with passionate "poddy-talk" and "baby-talk" when
she fucked my butt. As she began to massage and stretch my anus and
inserted her fingers inside me, I started whimpering and begging her to
"fuck my poodie till I go poddie", "make me have little poopies for you,
mommy", "Ooo mommy, I have to go poddie now", "please make my poddy come
out, mommy", and other pathetic, humiliating expressions that make me
cringe today.
It felt like she had two fingers from each hand all the way up my ass,
stretching it open, when she announced that she could feel a "stool" up
my butt ready to come out and ordered me to poop for her, which I
excitedly tried to do but first had one of my explosive orgasms (I just
couldn't hold it back any more, I was so excited at the sensations of
her fingers exploring deep in my ass) and ejaculated toward her and got
some of my cum on her. She quickly jerked her fingers out of my butt and
spanked my buttocks hard as slowly released a small turd about the size
of my erect penis out of my anus and into view of the camera lens. Terri
stood slightly to the side so that the camera could pick up everything
and wore a look on her face somewhere between disinterest and disgust as
she caught the little brown turdlet in he gloved hand and order me to
open up my mouth wide, which I did in a state of bewildered shock.She
put her left hand behind my head and guided to piece of poop with her
gloved hand right into my mouth.
"Now suck on it! Suck on it like it's a cock!" she commanded me.
I did as she ordered and even started getting an erection again as she
guided the stinky stool in and out of my mouth and I softly sucked on
it. She had me stick my tongue out as far as I could to cradle it and
keep it from falling apart. It had a very bitter taste and smelled much
worse than it tasted but I loved being degraded and humiliated by Terri
in such a dramatic way. After having me suck it for about two minutes
she pulled it out of my mouth and started to rub the poop against my
cheeks and nose, circling and staining my nostrils so I was overwhelmed
by the odor, and finally squashed what was left against my upper lip
like a small moustache (the smell was awful). Then she instructed me to
moan and whimper more of my "poddy talk" like "I sucked my own poopie,
mommie! Oooo, make me go poddy again!" and "Fuck my stinky poodie,
mommie!", ad nauseum, looking into the camera lens with imploring looks
in my eyes.
We filmed some other gross things like that, and I should have seen that
the end of my relationship with Terri was near. She seemed more amused
or disgusted at times than sexually aroused by the things we were doing
together. She had no interest in having me fuck her or suck her pussy
like we used to do, just film our kinky new sexual perversions.
The last videos she took were the worst of all. After these, she and Tim
probably ran out of ideas and decided that it wasn't possible for me to
degrade myself any more than I had, and decided to put my sorry butt out
to pasture. A few of these last videos are too shameful for me to
describe, but in the very last one, Terri fucks my butt with a large 8-
inch realistic-looking phallus that really made me howl with pain (and
then with pleasure after my anus and rectum were sufficiently stretched
wide enough for it). As I begged her to butt-fuck me harder and harder,
I contorted my pleading face into many grotesque shapes, wagging my
naked up-thrusting ass desperately and shamelessly in the air as she
stretched my blazing-hot, feverishly-pulsing anus wider and wider and
encouraged me to bare my soul and my most secret passions by letting
them stream from my pounding heart upward through the high-pitched,
pleading whimpering of my straining throat, pleading with her to "fuck
my stinky poodie", "fuck my poddy out of my poodie and make me eat it",
"please let me make poopies for you, mommy, I love you", "please punish
my sassy butt, mommy", and on and on and on. I ejaculated at least twice
and sperm kept dripping from my penis as she rotated the massive phallus
around the wall on my rectum, opening it so wide I could feel the breeze
from her movements and the drafts in the room flowing deep into my belly
until she finally consumated the ultimate assault on my ass by pulling
the dildo out and stretching my anus wider and wider with the fingers of
both her hands until she was pulling on the sides of my rectum with
three fingers from each hand, a "six-finger stretch", pushing her
fingers ever deeper and dilating my anus until, with one great plunge
that sent a shock up my spine and made my temples pound with pain, she
forced her whole right hand, with fingers extended, all the way up the
yawning depths of my butt-hole where her fingers stretched and pulled
their way into deeper and deeper recesses of my body, overpowering every
last vestige of resistance from my ravished rectum, untip I could feel
the tingling of her fingers exploring the inside my tummy, the palm of
her hand flat against my tailbone, squashing every last drop of semen
out of my compressed prostate gland, my anus stretched wide open into a
new oblong shape. Then she really started fucking my ass, fucking it
harder and harder by pushing her hand in and out, in and out, ever
deeper, until I could see my belly-button rising and falling with every
plunge of her hand, her fingers stinging my insides as they pulled at
the edges of my colon and rubbed at the alien new surfaces they were
exploring. I felt no pain now, just the dull throbbing of my heartbeat
pulsing against Terri's ruthless hand, which she continued to twist and
rotate around to ream my ass-hole ever wider, until I could feel her
fingers expanding into a fist inside me, and she fist-fucked my ass with
a fury I had never felt in her before. I started getting scared and
begged her to stop, pleading with her that my anus would be ruined
forever by this invasion, that it would never close again and that I'd
never be able to keep myself from pooping any more. After about 5
minutes of fist-fucking me, she pulled her fist out of my ass with a wet
pop, and I could tell from her breathing that she was pretty exhausted.
I could feel her panting breath flowing deep up my rectum as she
inspected my new ass-hole. "I'm sorry Mark," she consoled me; "It might
take a while for it to regain its old shape again", but she sounded
remarkably unconcerned. After a short rest, where I took the opportunity
to feel my anus and was shocked to find it was wide open and had
expanded to the width of about a 25-cent piece, she announced that she
wanted to do one last video in the bath-tub. I begged her to put it off
for a day, fearing my ass was damaged beyond repair, but she wouldn't
take no for an answer and led me to the bathroom.
Here she loaded my face with more outlandish makeup, until I looked like
a pathetic whorish clown, with dark eye shadow and thick mascara, bright
red lipstick which was smeared above and below my lips and even applied
to the tip of my nose, and bright red rouge that made my cheeks blush
like stop-lights. She rewrote the word "SLUT" in bright red letters on
my forehead where it had faded slightly because of my sweat.
Then she positioned my body in the bath-tub with my back to the tub-wall
and my legs tossed over my head so my ass was high in the air, and my
head flat on the bath-tub floor, my chin scrunched up against my chest,
where I could stare right up into the camera, past the tiny shrunken wad
of my penis and testicles now shriveled into timid puniness by the
assault of Terri's hands, but unable to see the target of Terri's
handiwork: the small, expanding bulls-eye between my blushing butt-
cheeks- my freshly-ravished, wide-open anus.
Before she positioned the camera on its tripod, she had me rehearse all
the grotesque expressions she wanted on my face: rolling my eyes around
in my head while I cooed and pursed and puckered my lips like an anus,
then sticking my tongue out as far as I could and sucking my lips and
face in circles, flaring my nostrils wide and even moving the muscles
around in my forehead, jaws, and cheeks is spastic, humiliating ways.
She got me to move my whole face convulsively, as if in the throes of an
uncontrollable passion, as she positioned the camera above my ass and
shoved the oversized dildo into my defenseless anus again and started
butt-fucking me hard in a piston-like assault, twisting the phallus
around in my butt to stretch my rectum walls ever wider, always prodding
me to make the right facial expressions and beg in my pathetic high-
pitched voice to "please fuck my poodie, please, please, please..." This
time she didn't stop the phallus when its large pink balls came
squashing down on my testicles, but she even forced the rubber balls
into my anus. I screamed loudly as I felt the sphincter muscles of my
anus give out and the huge rubber shaft with its egg-sized testicles
force their way into my rectum with Terri's hand guiding them from
behind. Once she got the whole dildo into my ass, she stopped to admire
her work. I begged and pleaded with her to stop, crying crocodile tears
and sobbing like a baby, and told her my ass was destroyed. She just
smiled and told me it would be OK, that my anus had "only" expanded to
the size of my fist to accomodate the dildo, and that it would stretch
back with time. She looked into the camera now and then and zoomed in so
that my tortured anus filled the camera's field of view. Then she
grabbed the bottom of the dildo and pulled it partially out of my ass,
only to force it back in again as I screamed for mercy and reached up to
hold my blazing butt-cheeks in my hands. She kept pulling it out and
reinserting it until my anus was stretched wide enough to allow her to
fuck me with the whole length of the dildo, balls and all, and she
didn't stop there. Grasping the base of the dildo by the testicles, she
forced the abominable thing even deeper up my ass so that her hand
entered my ass too and she started fist-fucking me again, but this time
with the whole length of the dildo forcing its way into my insides too.
I could feel the dildo forcing its way into channels that used to be
curved and making them straight. I felt like vomitting, and a nausea
eveloped me, as Terri mercilessly fucked my my bottom. I felt poop
coming out of my butt (I was hoping it wasn't blood), and Terri giggled
as squashed pieces of poop started squeezing from my anus, which she
guided around my shrunken testicles so they dripped down my chest toward
my face. I couldn't believe what was happening. The nausea got so severe
I started vomitting. Then I passed out.
Terri woke me up by turning the shower on. She had pulled the dildo out
of my butt and the nausea seemed to have passed. I was still in my
upside down position and my neck was sore from holding up the dead
weight of my unconscious body. I reached up to try to examine my anus
but she pushed my hand away. "Just a little bit longer," she encouraged
me, and started giving me an enema, squirting an enema solution into my
open anus until I could feel it dripping down into my belly. In a trance
I remember her giving me several enemas, and getting me to make all
kinds of dopey faces and say obscene things as I pooped the stinky brown
liquid out of my ass and it dripped down all over my body, covering my
chest and neck. She spanked me often while I pooped, and she had me open
my mouth and hold the larger pieces of poop between my lips as I
continued to go poddy, ejecting the enema solution from my ass-hole in
jets and streams. Then she smeared my whole face with poop and had me
suck on the pieces of poop in my mouth and lick them with my tongue. She
ordered me to chew of the poop and I did the best I could, chewing on
the foul brown pieces and showing them to the camera on my extened
tongue, until the stench was too much and I started vomitting, expelling
the rauchy load from my mouth. The ordeal ended with me pathetically
begging with my poop-covered face to "please let me eat your poopies,
mommie!", "make my butt go poddy again!", and "can I make more poopies
and eat them, mommie?" and other obscene pleas as I farted loudly and
pooped out the last of the brown liquid from my exhausted body.
Finally Terri picked up the camera and put it away as I struggled to get
up from the painful position I was in. I was covered with poop and the
stench was awful. Terri turned the shower water on and closed the shower
curtains as I struggled to get out of the way of the cold shower water.
Finally it warmed and I started washing the poop off my face and body,
nervously fingering my anus to feel how much damage was done. It was
about as wide as a half-dollar coin now, and I was very fearful that it
was ruined for good. I could hear the door slam as Terri left without
saying goodbye. After bathing myself I dropped into my bed and fell
asleep immediately, dreaming many strange and threatening dreams.
I woke with a start at about 3 in the morning from a terrible nightmare.
I had been walking through a twilight of crowded men's restrooms where
the toilets were all exposed to view. I kept looking for the toilets
that were the most open to view by the other men who were sitting on
toilets. Then I would strip naked and squat over the toilet so that the
other men could see me go poddy in front of them. I spread my butt-
cheeks wide so that everyone could see my anus working. I kept pooping
over and over for them as they watched and murmured in approval. Some
would get up and sniff my anus and rub my buttocks as I pooped for them.
Some of them would wipe my anus with toilet paper or put their fingers
into my ass-hole. When they were done I would wander off to another
large grey restroom. It seemed like these toilets were in a subway under
the earth and there were hundreds of half-naked men in each one. I
always chose the toilet in the middle of the room (I was walking around
naked now), and I would start pooping for the men again, and again I
could feel them watching and touching me. This went on and on. It seemed
like I visited hundreds of men's toilets. Finally in one of them, I had
just finished going poddy for a large group of men and they were
fondling my buttocks and anus, when I felt one of them sticking his
tongue deep into my anus. I felt my penis swelling as his tongue rose up
my ass-hole, until it felt like a snake was inside me, tearing up my
insides. I turned around and saw a cruel-looking horned demon with his
long tongue up my bottom and I tried to run, but it was too late. The
demon entered my body and I could feel a wierd kind of electricity
shooting up my backbone as I awakened in a panic. I feared I might have
become possessed after that dream, and I was afraid to go back asleep
again for quite a while. In fact I don't think I could sleep for two
days after that terrible dream.
The next day when I got home from work, exhausted from lack of sleep, I
found a "Dear John" letter in my doorway. In it, Terri said she had
"resigned as the boss" and was going back to Tim. The whole letter
seemed very derogatory for someone who had seemed to love me once, and I
broke out in tears after reading it. My heart was broken and I lapsed
into a new depression, worse than any of the previous episodes, where I
actually considered suicide as a solution. I remember walking along the
Milwaukee lakefront till dawn, trying to fend off the gloomy thoughts I
was having, wondering how Terri could be so heartless. I started doing
desperate things. One morning at about 4 a.m. on a path along the
lakefront, I took off all my clothes and carried them with me, walking
naked along the road. Several cars passed as I walked nude down the
sidewalk. Finally a guy stopped and asked me if I wanted a ride. I got
into his car naked and he drove off, asking where I was going. I told
him "wherever you're going" and he asked why I was naked. I told him I
was depressed and didn't know why I did it. It turned out he was a
minister on his way to church and he asked if I wanted to come to his
church with him so he could pray for me. He said I'd have to get dressed
first. I put my clothes back on and came to my senses, asking him to
drive me home, which he did. He said he would pray for me and I thanked
him. Another time I was walking through a park as it neared dawn. I
noticed a guy sitting on a bench, watching me as he fed the pigeons. I
walked over to a spot where there was a picnic table near a statue. I
took off all my clothes and put them on the picnic table. Then I walked
up to the man (he looked about 50) and I asked him if he would fuck my
butt, turning around and bending over for him so he could look at my
ass. He said he'd like to do it but that he was too old and "couldn't do
it" any more. I apologized and went back and put my clothes back on
again. The guy watched me with a puzzled look on his face as I walked
out of his life. I realized after that incident that I had mental
problems.
I called Terri few times, begging her to come back to me and promising
to change for her in any manner she wished, but she just said she was
sorry, it was over. Tim needed her, and she loved him. At one point I
asked her for the videos back, and she said she would return them soon.
Later she told me that they had been erased, but I was soon to find out
that this was not true, and that my ultimate humilation was still to
come. I had always known that it was Tim's idea to make the videos, and
it was time for him to take center-stage in my life.
(to be continued...)