This story details the early sexual experiences of a young boy named Bryce, as told by him.  It is a continuation series with a number of chapters that touch on many topics, including M/b, t/b, b/b, incest, masturbation, oral, anal, ws, scat, and forced sex, although not every chapter will include all topics.  If you are offended by any of these topics, or if the discussion of sexual acts involving minors is not your bag, please stop reading now.  Otherwise, I hope you enjoy my writings.  Feedback is welcome at brycewriter@gmail.com   

Bryce's Unnatural Life
Chapter 9

I sat back down as Mr. Jarkot fumbled with the VCR, getting the rest of the movie started.  As he did so, he told us that this second movie, our last for my visit, was actually a continuation of the one we had watched earlier with the two brothers.  He went on to explain that, "What you are going to see might gross you out a little, but it was a part of the movie and I wanted you to see for yourselves what some people consider fun when they are having sex.  Now before you get all worked up, especially you Bryce, I want you all to know that, if you want to try this, we are gonna do things a little different, so don't just take it for granted that it will be as bad as what is happening in the movie".  Holy mackerel, I thought to myself, what in the world could these two boys do that would be that bad, that gross, that we hadn't already seen?

And then the movie started.  Where it had faded to black after the "lemonade" incident, the screen quickly brightened and a new title "A Brownie For Butch" flashed across the screen.  It was the same bedroom as earlier and the boys were as naked as before and were laying on their backs, on the same bed, reading comic books.  After a few seconds of silence, Jimmy puts his down, looks over at his brother and asked "Hey Butch, are you hungry yet?"  Ah, I thought, so "Butch" was the big brother's name.  

Butch, setting his own comic book down, managed a weak, very fake smile and said "I'm starving.  You got a brownie for me?"  "A nice fresh one, right from the oven" Jimmy replied, with a cute giggle.  "Cool" Butch said and they began quickly shifting themselves around on the bed until they were in a position similar to the one Mr. Jarkot and I had been in earlier, Butch laying on his back, Jimmy on top with his butt pointed right at Butch's face.

No way.  There is no way, I thought to myself, that this was going to happen.  I was sure, deep in my mind, that my thoughts were way out of control.  After everything that had happened to me, I just knew I had become as loony as these freaks around me for even thinking that a "brownie" was really, could even remotely possibly be, a turd.  That would have been way over the top and I couldn't believe that I had actually...wait a minute....Butch is spreading Jimmy's butt cheeks and is leaning in...no, no, no, I still don't believe it.  Maybe a "brownie" is just the skid marks in between there.  That's gotta be it, Butch is now licking away at the poop smears in Jimmy's butt cheeks.

And indeed Butch was licking away, his head moving back and forth, not at all hesitant about cleaning his little brother's poopy streaks, not that there was much, just a few light traces across the cheeks and some brown spots around the tight little hole in the middle.  As the camera zoomed in, his tongue washing away the little brown spots and specs, the sounds of Butch's lapping were amplified throughout the room.  When he had finished cleaning his brother, Butch pulled his head away and asked "Does that feel good?" "Oh yes" Jimmy responded, "but get ready cause it's coming".  

It's coming?  You mean it wasn't there yet?  Was I right? Could this really be about something so awfully gross that...oh no way...Butch had pushed his mouth to Jimmy's hole, was licking all around it and when he did so, I watched it flex.  Not the reflex flex from being startled at having a tongue touch your butthole, but a push flex.  Like Jimmy was trying to push a...oh I couldn't even finish the thought....but then it happened.  Jimmy pushed again and the hole opened.  It literally opened and a very brown, blunt object, which could only be one thing, poked out for a second and then slid back inside.

"Holy Shit!" Matt shouted.  "Holy fucking shit.  That kid is gonna eat a fucking turd"  He had jumped up, obviously very excited about the event unfolding before us, and moved right in front of the television, plopping himself down on the floor right in front of it, now rubbing his stiff peepee with one of his hands.  Oscar, who was also rubbing himself, wasn't as excited, but also added his comments "Man that is wicked nasty.  Move over Matt, you're blocking the tv".

As Matt moved aside, I could see that Butch was once again licking all around his brother's tight hole, almost trying to coax his "brownie" from its hiding spot.  I watched, still dumbfounded, as the hole flexed itself again and the little firm brownie poked out once more.  This time it stayed out a few seconds before sliding back inside.  I almost puked right then when I saw Butch's tongue madly licking away at the tip before it disappeared.  "Did you see that shit?" Matt cried out.  "That fucker was licking the fucking turd, Oh man, that's some sick shit".  Matt was right.  It was sick.  Even sicker when I thought that very soon I was going to have to endure at least some of this.  My stomach was reeling.

I sat dumbfounded, watching the nasty scene play out.  Jimmy was now straining.  You could see his hips and butt muscles shifting, as he began to push his "brownie", indeed fresh from the oven, his butt oven, out.  Butch had moved his head slightly back and was watching the scene himself.  I thought Jimmy had exercised great control in not pushing his turd out in one quick thrust.  Instead, the dark brown mass, about the circumference of a quarter, slowly slid its way out, firm enough so that, instead of bending down or breaking off, it just stuck straight out.  When there was about two, maybe three inches of the hot loaf sticking out, Butch, who was pulling Jimmy's buttcheeks wide apart, said "Hold it there a minute".

The mass stopped creeping.  The camera zoomed in as Butch leaned forward and took a quick sniff of the protrusion.  "Man, that's gotta stink" Matt proclaimed, almost delirious in his amazement.  He quickly fell silent though, as we all were, when suddenly Butch's tongue stuck out and he began licking the underside of the nasty "brownie".  He licked all the way from the ring of Jimmy's stretched butthole to the very tip of the turd before he stopped, turned his head ever so slightly, glancing in the direction of the camera, a pleading look on his face.  When he apparently received no reprieve, he turned back to his brother's butt offering, opened his mouth wide, and pushed his face forward, his open mouth right over the half ejected mass of poop.  Oh my stomach was in knots.

Butch didn't stop until his nose was mashed tight against Jimmy's lower back, his lips tight against Jimmy's expanded hole and the "brownie" lodged right in his mouth.  He then paused a moment, closed his eyes, then bit straight down and pulled his head back.  He had done it.  All that was left at Jimmy's butthole, which had snapped back shut, was a small clump of brown, right in the center of the hole, right where the turd had been bitten off.  There was no doubt where the rest was.  The camera had moved around so that it was focused on Butch's face.  His eyes were open again, the same pleading look in them as he slowly opened his mouth.  Right there it was, laying on his tongue.  A little boy brownie.  A nasty, right out of his kid brothers poop hole piece of crap was in his mouth.  After focusing in on the little chunk of waste, the camera zoomed back just enough so Butch's face was in full focus.  He closed his eyes, closed his mouth and began to chew.

"He's eating the turd!" Matt yelled out, as if somehow we hadn't already figured it out.  "He's eating that kid's turd" he called out again, his hand sliding up and down on his stiff peepee.  I was getting more and more worried at the enthusiasm Matt was displaying.  I sure hoped he wasn't thinking about making a "brownie" for me.  Oscar was much more reserved.  He was yanking his peepee, but was pretty quiet, sometimes squinting in disgust as he watched.  I think he was as shocked as I was.  

I thought Butch did a good job, considering his predicament.  He kept his mouth closed as he chewed for perhaps half a minute and I only saw him gag one time, just as he was swallowing.  After he did swallow, he opened his mouth to the peering eye of the camera.  Oh what a mess.  There was brown stuff caked in his teeth and gums, even the spit in his mouth had a brown tinge to it.  Oh that was disgusting.  After he closed his mouth again, he swallowed twice more before uttering a very unconvincing "Yummy" and turning back to his brother's bottom.  

"There's more" Jimmy said giggling, wiggling his hips back and forth and apparently not the least bit aware about how Butch felt as the "brownie" recipient.  Butch silently leaned forward, licked the little brown clump away that was still clinging to the hole, and pushed his open mouth right up against Jimmy's pucker.  You could see that his jaw muscles were moving up and down as he was apparently licking and munching the tiny opening preparing it for more flexing.  Jimmy, for his part, was once again straining his butt muscles and you could hear a long, low grunt coming from him.  "Here...uhhh...here it...uhhh....is....uuuhhhh" Jimmy cried out as Butch's eyes widened.  

Because Butch's mouth was still affixed to Jimmy's hole, you couldn't see the actual exchange.  But the familiar grunts and pushing that Jimmy was making, the uncomfortable shift of Butch's upper body as it was happening and the sight of his eyes quickly snapping shut left little doubt that the transfer had actually taken place.  Jimmy had just deposited the rest of his of his fresh-from-the-waste-factory "brownie" into his big brother's mouth.  So much "brownie", that when Butch finally did pull away, there was a very tapered end sticking obscenely from his lips.  

This time, there was no display for the camera.  Butch almost immediately began chewing the fresh turd, and the piece that was sticking from his mouth snapped off and rolled down onto his neck.  He chewed and swallowed a number of times, grimacing as he did so, before he was finished.  He then managed a weak smile for the camera, the brown mush still caked all over his teeth.  He ran his tongue over his lips one last time, swallowed again and smiled his dirty (literally) smile.  "Thanks for the brownie, Jimmy" Butch mumbled as the movie went black.

Dead silence.  No one uttered a peep for at least thirty seconds until Matt was the first to speak.  "Dad, you have GOT to let me do that" he begged, "Please, just let me shit in the slut's mouth, that would be so fucking awesome.  Did you see that Oscar?  Did you see that kid munching a fucking turd?  Was that too cool?"  Now it was time for me to have the pleading eyes that I had seen on Butch's face.  I stared at Mr. Jarkot, ever so hopeful that I could be delivered from this.  Please, please don't make me eat a turd I repeated over and over in my mind.  

Mr. Jarkot sat and thought for a bit.  I could tell he was devising a plan in his mind as he stared at nothing in particular, chewing one of his fingernails.  Then, looking at me, but speaking to his boys he said "There is an old saying that tells us that `What goes around, comes around'.  Sometimes in our lives we do things and later must suffer unimaginable consequences as a result.  What if I told you that you could shit in Bryce's mouth but that it would come at a price?  Something that you wouldn't even know about until it was too late.  A price that could well be one of those unimaginable consequences?  Would it be worth it? Would you still do it?"

I knew this line.  This was the con-man coming out in Mr. Jarkot and I had heard this line many times from my own father as he used it to set up one of his own stupid ideas.  Mr. Jarkot was setting someone up, and I suspected that it was Matt.  Oscar, who I considered the smarter of the two, was shaking his head.  I could tell that he too knew that nothing good was going to come of this.  Matt however, who was so engrossed in his "crap in someone's mouth" glee, took it hook, line and sinker.

"I don't care" he said, "I just want to shit in someone's mouth.  That was so fucking nasty cool, I would do anything, well, almost anything".  He stopped speaking suddenly as if a thought came to him.  "He's not gonna get to shit in my mouth is he?" he asked.  "Nope", Mr. Jarkot replied, "No one is going to shit in your mouth.  But no complaining when payback time finally does come, understand?"  As Matt sat and thought a minute, I was almost laughing inside.  He was taking the bait.  He was so lost in his stupidity that he never saw the train coming.  I, on the other hand, did see his train coming, but in my glee of watching Matt make a stupid mistake, I actually forgot for a moment that it was my mouth that was being offered up as a poop receptacle.  

That realization came crashing back to me at the very same instant that Matt smiled, jumped up and said "I don't care.  I am gonna load that fucker's mouth with shit".  Turning to me, he added "Screw the brownie slut fuck, I got a whole fucking cake for your fag mouth".  Oh man. He was really going to do it.  He was going to poop in my mouth.  My eyes got wide again and my head shot back towards Mr. Jarkot.  He was smiling himself and was even rubbing his groin a little.  Oh please, I thought, you said I wouldn't have to do this.  
 
Matt was excitedly babbling away to Oscar as I continued to stare at Mr. Jarkot, pleading in my mind to be delivered from this moment.  Unfortunately, when he finally spoke, it wasn't to deliver me but to set down the "rules".  "OK Matt", he started, "You can shit in his mouth, but he doesn't have to eat it".  Gee, thanks, I thought, how sickeningly nice of you.  "Bryce", Mr. Jarkot said "I told you it wouldn't be as bad as the movie, but you still have to take a load.  You can spit it out if you want (If I want??) but you have to let him do it.  After he finishes, you will lick his butthole clean, understand?"

"Matt" he said, not even bothering to wait for a reply from me "You can poop in his mouth one time and he will lick you clean afterwards.  After that, if you need a blowjob, you can get a quick one, but then your time is done with Bryce.  He belongs to Oscar for the rest of the time til his dad gets here, understand?"  "Sure" Matt immediately responded, a big smile on his face.  "If that's the worst of my consequence, it will be completely worth it" he added.  Stupid ass, I thought, you have no idea.  The deal had been sealed, that much I knew.  I wasn't entirely sure when Matt would suffer his "consequence" but had no doubt what it would be.

Mr. Jarkot fetched a plastic bowl from the kitchen and handed it to me.  He then directed us to his bedroom.  As I climbed up on the bed, I was surprised at my calm, somehow resigned to my fate, knowing that the con-man in Mr. Jarkot had used me in furtherance of his own sick pleasure and there was no way he was going to give that up to save me.  Oscar plopped himself down on the chair, a front row seat to his twin brother's twisted show.  Neither he nor Matt, who was lost in his own fantasy land, noticed that Mr. Jarkot had retrieved a bottle of Jerkins lotion from the bathroom and placed it nonchalantly on the nightstand.

Matt hopped up on the bed as I lay down on my back.  Taking up positions similar to Jimmy and Butch, I quickly found myself face to face once again with his smooth, creamy white butt cheeks.  I was still clutching the little plastic bowl and I brought it up and sat it down beside my head.  I wasn't anxious to get started so I just lay there as Matt giggled and wagged his hips back and forth in front of my face.  "Hungry?" he asked as he laughed.  "I hope you like brownies cause I got one cooking just for you" he added, just before he sat back, his soft butt cheeks mashed against my face.

I felt weird.  I knew full well what was going to happen, but was almost in mechanical mode.  I didn't panic, didn't cry.  I just lay there, hoping it wouldn't be as bad as I somehow knew it would be.  No longer pleading in my mind that it wouldn't happen, I was now pleading that it would happen quickly so it would be over.  Maybe Matt, in his gleeful state, would push it right out, be done with it and I could spit it out and move on, now just a couple hours from dad showing up for me.

Mr. Jarkot pulled up a chair himself and sat down.  "Whenever you are ready" he said to Matt, who by then had lifted his butt off my face a few inches.  "Open my butt cheeks" he demanded, and so I grabbed the pliable globes and spread them apart, peering at the clean pinkness within.  "When was the last time you took a shit?" Oscar asked from his chair.  I already knew the answer to that one because the little jerk had made me lick his bottom the day before after he had pooped.  "Yesterday" Matt responded, then added "Too bad cause I could have really filled him up if I hadn't".  Oscar laughed as he said "Matt, you are a sick fuck".

The room got very quiet as Matt began concentrating on the task at hand.  I could tell he was working his butt muscles because his cheeks were flexing in my hands and the little pink ring was puckering with each push.  After a couple grunts, with no success, he looked back and said "Lick the hole some while I loosen up".  Hoping against hope that maybe the little freak couldn't deliver, I leaned forward and began licking at the tight ring of flesh.  I was thinking that maybe my licks would tighten him up some and drive his nasty brownie back in farther.  No such luck.

Almost as soon as I started licking, his butthole seemed to relax some, the exact opposite of what I expected.  "Stick your tongue inside, slut fuck" Matt barked as his hole became looser.  I jabbed my tongue at the center and it did slip inside.  "Oh, yes, more, push harder" Matt cried out.  I pushed farther, still hopeful that maybe I could get him off with my mouth and not get a load of poop in the process.  But that's when I felt it.  Maybe an inch inside his hole my tongue hit a firm blockage that could only be one thing.  And as soon as the familiar bitter flavor hit my taste buds, I knew I had lost once again.  

I swirled my tongue across the lump once more to confirm my suspicion, then pulled my tongue out and my face back to watch as Matt once again began working his butt muscles.  It didn't take long.  And unlike the cat and mouse that had taken place between Jimmy and Butch, Matt's turd popped out about an inch and a half and stayed put, sticking out like an oversized tootsie roll.  "Oh man that stinks you filthy fuck" Oscar said as he pinched his nose.  And he was right.  The smell was much more powerful than just his dirty butthole had been the day before.  Matt was giggling now and his hips were jiggling as he did, causing the smelly tootise roll to bounce up and down in my face.  "Lick it, slut fuck" he said between laughs.

I didn't want to lick it, but I did want this to be over, so I leaned forward and, breathing from my mouth to avoid the nasty odor, lapped gingerly at the firm, smooth chunk of poop.  Fortunately it was relatively dry and the taste wasn't much worse than the flavors I had experienced the day before.  "Is he licking it?" I heard Matt ask as my tongue snaked across the bottom of his protruding lump of turd.  "Yes and its nasty.  Hurry up and finish" I heard Oscar reply, his voice nasally from his nose being pinched.  "OK" Matt said, "Now open wide and get ready for lunch slut fuck".

"Well, here it comes" I thought to myself.  It hadn't been too bad so far and in just a minute or two it would be over hopefully.  I opened my mouth as wide as I could as Matt started shifting his hips.  Ever so slowly he raised himself up so he was in more of a sitting position, my hands still pulling his cheeks apart as he lined himself up with my mouth.  The turd was still stiffly poking out of his butt and, as he started to sit himself down, I watched as his butt inched closer and closer to my face, his poop perfectly aligned with my gaping mouth.  When he was finally fully seated, the turd parked inside my mouth, my nose pressed tight against his backside, he reached back, grabbed his own buttcheeks, and began to push.

The original protrusion was not very large in diameter.  Literally the size around of a king sized tootsie roll if you have ever seen one of those.  So for the first few seconds, I couldn't feel anything other than my mouth and nose pressed against Matt's butt.  But as he pushed, and the protrusion lengthened, I quickly felt it as it first slid along the roof of my mouth, then hit the back of my throat, which made me gag.  This caused an unintended consequence of making my jaw rotate, which apparently snapped off the blooming turd and I felt it fall onto my tongue.  But Matt wasn't finished and he took a deep breath before he continued squeezing part two out, a non-stop push that made me acutely aware that, although it hadn't been very big around, it was indeed very lengthy.

As Matt bore down one final time, I was becoming very uncomfortable.  As it entered my mouth, with no place else to go, it began curling up, mashing into one big, mouth sized pile.  Poop had filled almost every crevice of the inside of my mouth and, because I was afraid to swallow, saliva was pooling at the back of my throat and was softening the "brownie" into a mushy mess.  "Oh man that was good" Matt cried out as he gave one final grunt and I felt his butt stop flexing.  "I think I filled him pretty good" he laughed as he wiggled his hips one final time and let go of his butt cheeks.

Very quickly, I pushed him up and grabbed the bowl sitting beside my head.  Turning to the side, I spit out the nasty clumps and as much brown spit as I could, feeling as if I was on the verge of vomiting.  When I could spit no more, I actually swallowed and the nasty, bitter, tangy flavors of Matt's waste, the flavors I had managed to block thus far, were now fully alive my mouth.  I gagged again, but managed to keep myself from puking as I swallowed several more times, hoping the taste would go away.

I put the bowl of brown nastiness on the nightstand beside me and was just about to try and roll our from under Matt when I heard him say "Your not finished fuck slut.  Clean my asshole" and as he said this he again used his own two hands to pry open his butt cheeks.  Fortunately for me, the poop had indeed been quite dry.  All that remained was a small clump at the entrance to his butthole.  Dark brown, like the rest had been, I leaned forward, licked away the eraser sized lump and quickly swabbed the rest of his butthole with my tongue, then leaned back down and swallowed one more time.

Matt raised up, turned himself around so his peepee was in my face, and grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me towards him.  He was chattering non-stop to Oscar and Mr. Jarkot about "The slut fuck toilet boy" and how he wondered if his "brownie" had been "warm enough" for me.  Giggling like a little girl, he thrust into my mouth and humped himself in and out very quickly and in no time he was squirting "cum" into the very same opening that his poop had been delivered to just moments before.  I was actually thankful for the runny explosion and swished it around my mouth before I swallowed it, hoping it would take away some of the poop tastes.

As soon as he had finished in my mouth, Matt collapsed on his stomach on the bed next to me.  "Oh man, I am beat" he exclaimed "I can't believe I actually took a shit in someone's mouth" he added, giggling into the pillow.  Mr. Jarkot quickly got up and said "You can rest here in my bed while Oscar and Bryce go in the other room.  You gotta pee yet Oscar?"  Oscar nodded, mumbled something about how sick Matt was and got up and walked out the door.  I scrambled off the bed myself and followed, glancing back at a smiling Mr. Jarkot, who was reaching for the bottle of lotion.  He closed the door as we left.

In the living room, Oscar took a seat on the couch and told me to kneel between his legs.  I bent forward and took his limp peepee in my mouth and waited for the stream to start, licking the head as I did so.  I could tell Oscar was straining as he tried to get his pee to start, but he was having some difficulty.  Apparently he didn't have to go too bad.  But about the same time that we heard Matt's blood curdling scream come from the bedroom that all changed.  Very quickly.  And I'm not so sure Oscar could have stopped peeing even if he wanted to as we listened to Matt continue screaming and begging his father to "please stop, daddy, please stop".  "Holy shit" Oscar murmured as I swallowed two mouthfuls of his warm piss, "I guess Matt got his consequence".  

End of part 9.
To be continued.
