Torture and Conversion
By RedRight

It was fucking awful. I hung in a pit, in a man-shaped rubber bag of shit. The sewage was up past my knees now.

Every hour or so one of the rubber clad skins would come in and repeat their little ritual. He'd always be carrying a bit of food, and it always smelled good. One time it'd be pizza, the next a cup of soup. He'd get down, right in my face and tell me the rule, "Allright fuckface, simple equation. You eat shit you get food. You don't eat shit, you don't get food." Then he'd sit on the rim seat over my head. I'd get a blast of strong poppers up the tubes in my nose and then he'd shit.

I could easily duck my head to the side, it was my choice. If I ducked the shit would hit me on the chest, or my back, or my shoulder. If the shit was dry it would just bounce off me, usually leaving a sticky smudge, and fall down into the bag, raising the level of the scum around me another fraction of an inch. If the shit was wet, I'd get sprayed and the wet slime would drool down me - slowly. With my hands bound to the sides of the bag, down in the pit there was little I could do. Sometimes they'd leave the fragrant food behind, always within sight. I could smell it too.

I didn't eat the shit. I didn't get the food. Hunger built. By itself, that wouldn't have been enough, but then came the show...

It was probably the third night of the ordeal. One of the skins came in and threw down a dirty wrestling mat. He came back and set several large candles around the room, lit them, and put out the lights. Moments after he left I heard two more of them coming down the hall. They were drunk, or high, or both. Rough-housing with each other, they stumbled into the room.

It was hard to tell these two apart. Both had shaved heads, muscles, and dark eyes. Both wore rubber chaps and tall rubber boots. One had a skull tattoo on his shoulder and the other had a flaming sword on the cheek of his ass.

Skull threw Sword against the wall and simultaneously kneed Sword in the balls and kissed him hard, really grinding their faces together. I could see Sword writhe from the blow to his balls, but he leaned into the kiss too. At the same time, his hands reached around and grabbled the cheeks of Skull's ass, squeezing hard, leaving marks.

Skull slowly worked his face down Sword's front side. He paused at the tits, gnawing on them until Sword tried to pull away. Skull shoved him back against the wall hard and continued down. By the time Skull got down as far as Sword's cock, he'd dropped to his knees. I could see he had Sword's cock deep down his throat and, at the same time, had a crushing grip on Sword's balls. Sword pressed himself back against the wall, lost in the pleasure and the pain. "Aw fuck... Aw fuck yeah..." he quietly chanted to himself.

"Fuckit," Skull said, and grabbed Sword by the waistband of his chaps. Roughly, he threw Sword to the mat, straddled him, and got his face back between Sword's legs. Skull's butt was pointed at Sword's face and slowly, as he sucked, Skull sat up. Just as Sword's dick slid out of his mouth Sword sat up and dropped his ass on Sword's face.

"Suck it, bastard," Skull said. Sword went at it. He reached up and grabbed Skull's waist and pulled the ass to him like a starving man.

Somewhere along here, my dick got hard. The shit was just sloshing up to the bottom of my balls now. If I thrashed around a bit I could get some of the slime up onto my cock for lube and barely rub my cock against the side of the bag. It was scant stimulation. Just enough to tease. Somewhere about here too, the poppers started to flow again. Before they'd just come with the shit, but now they flowed freely.

Skull lifted his ass off Sword's face. The narrow gap between the round cheeks of the ass and the sharp profile of the face was illuminated by the light of a candle against the opposite wall.

"You wanna eat, fucker?" Skull asked. Sword squirmed and whimpered softly.

"Come on fuck, you wanna eat?" Skull coaxed again.

"Feed me..." came a soft cry from Sword.

"Can't hear you dickwad!" shouted Skull.

"Feed me," Sword repeated.

"Tell me what you want, bastard!" Skull screamed in Sword's face.

"Feed me you bastard! Feed me your fucking shit!" Sword screamed back, matching his volume.

"Good boy," Skull cooed softly, stroking Sword's face and body.

Again, Sword sucked Skull's ass. He sucked for just a half a minute and then laid back, mouth open. I watched the gap intently, my dick just as hard and at attention as those of the men I watched. Some part of my head loved what I was seeing.

The shit started to flow. There was no mistaking it. Chunks of shit were falling out of Skull's ass and into Sword's waiting mouth. I watched, transfixed and hard-dicked as Sword first let the shit pile up in his mouth and then visibly chewed and swallowed. It didn't go down without a fight - several times I saw Sword's flat abs clench as he retched. Nothing came back up though. What he swallowed, he swallowed for good.

I could smell the rank odor and I could hear the mushy sound of Sword chewing it down. Softly, Sword moaned as he chewed. Mouthful after mouthful went down his hungry throat. As he ate his back arched and his hips thrust his stiff prick up into the air reflexively. He needed relief. Smiling, Skull reached out and grabbed Sword's dick in one hand and balls in the other. Sword's moans increased tenfold. Skull was gently stroking Sword's dick and roughly mauling his balls. With the pain and pleasure kept in the right balance I knew Sword would stay hard but never reach the release of cumming.

Soft farts from Skull's ass signaled the end of his dump. I heard loud burps from Sword as he kept trying to swallow the thick coating of shit lining his mouth and throat. As I watched I tried to imagine the heavy thick paste going down my own throat.

Finished shitting his load into Sword's mouth, Skull dove on Sword's dick, once again deepthroating it. Sword's body locked into an arc as if hit by a high voltage shock. Every muscle on his lean body stood out in relief. His screams of pleasure were near deafening in the small room. His hips slammed up hard into Skull's face and Skull kept sucking his hard dick.

I was dizzy with poppers, lust, and need. When the two of them collapsed, spent, I nearly cried. They were just a few feet away, but I could get no release.

They laid there panting. Slowly their breathing evened out and they seemed to sleep. I think I may have dozed as well. Later, I started awake. I don't know what woke me, but I realized that Sword was awake and looking at me. He squirmed away from Skull and started to half crawl, half slither over to me. My dick stirred.

With my face just at floor level he crawled to me until his face was just inches from mine. He stared into my eyes, drilling me. I could smell the heavy scent of shit on his breath. Each time he exhaled it was like the wind of a long warm fart blowing into my face. Same smell, same warmth.

He smiled at me. He came to within an inch of my face, and his long tongue snaked out and gave me a lick across my nose. My dick jumped with the contact. I could see that the inside of his mouth was more brown than pink. I could feel the smear of drool his tongue left behind and smell the shitstink from the bit of it that was under my nostrils.

I craved the contact and something more. I stared back into his eyes and opened my mouth. He smiled again and reached out one hand, holding the back of my head. He moved his face to mine again and this time we locked lips. The rich taste of shit, Skull's shit, I realized, flooded my mouth. I sucked at his tongue hungrily. What was this? What was I doing.

He broke the contact and pulled back. He smiled at me again and let out a low growl of, "Yeahhh, fucker. Yeah, you got the hunger now, don't you?" There was a crazy spark in his eyes to match the smile.

He reached down into the pit and released the bindings that held my hands. Then he stood up quickly and moved to the side of my pit. He swung the toilet seat away from over my head and started hauling on the ropes that suspended me. The pulley overhead squeaked loudly in the quiet room as I was raised. Skull stirred, but slept on.

I was a dripping, shit-slimed mess. Caked clods of shit slid down my body and fell back into the pit. Slime dripped off the tip of my dangling dick. Sword tied off the hoist ropes and then hooked an arm behind me, bringing my feet to solid ground. Seeming to sense that my legs were wobbly he kept the arm behind me for support while he unhooked the ropes from my harness.

Now I was free. It occurred to me, in passing, that I could run. But no. That was no longer what I wanted. Sword guided me over to the mat, the opposite corner from the inert Skull, and whispered for me to lie down.

It felt good just to lie there and let my eyes close. I heard Sword get up, walk away, and return. Soon I felt hands spreading the slime coat from below my waist up all over my naked body. The stink increased. I moaned appreciatively at the touch and my dick stirred once again to life. His hand cupped my balls and I felt his warm mouth envelope my cock. He sucked my rod, gently at first then harder. Every couple of minutes he'd pull his mouth off and slather more of the shitslime from the reserve around my balls up onto my dick and then go back to sucking. My cock rose and hardened under his attentions.

After I was fully, almost achingly hard, his active mouth started working its way up my belly, around my navel, up the crack between my pecs, and to my nipples. His mouth started milking me on the right while a hand worked the tit on the left. I reached up and grabbed his head. He responded by starting to really chew and gnaw on my nip.

I looked down and saw that my hands were leaving brown smears on his shaved head. I pulled, urging his face up to mine. He laid his body across mine and complied. He grabbed my head with his wet hands and soon our mouths were once again locked together, sharing his mouthful of shit-drool.

He wasn't satisfied with that for long. "Feed me," he whispered urgently in my ear. "Gimme some shit."

He rolled off me and lay on the mat. I stood and he grabbed my ass and guided it down to his face. As soon as my cheeks were in range he thrust his face up into my crack and started licking at it wildly. I stood slightly and he got up on his knees for better access. He pulled my ass back and probed for my asshole with his tongue. God that felt good! Slowly he worked his tongue deeper and deeper, first into my crack and then penetrating my hole. The harder his tongue probed the more I felt my assring relax.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "good shit."

I stood there, enjoying the sensation of a hungry mouth working my hole. He reached around with one hand and started playing with my dick and balls. I was in heaven.

"Common man, feed me some," he urged me.

Carefully, I concentrated, bearing down gently with my gut. Piss spurted from my dick, wetting his hand and running down, dripping from my balls. He growled and buried his face deeper into my crack. "Yeah, give it to me," he urged.

Slowly, I felt my shit-load start to slide down my chute. I knew it had come within range of his hungry tongue when be broke off from my ass, sucked a lungful of air, let out a loud "Yeah Fucker!" and dove his face back into my ass-crack. I felt a small, hard turd slide from my hole and into his attached mouth. He growled his appreciation like a rutting animal.

He pushed my ass away, spun me around by the hips, and pulled me down to kneel, facing him. My shitlog stuck half out of his mouth like a short fat cigar, dark brown and glossy. We locked eyes and he put his hands on my head, pulling me in. Hypnotized, I opened my mouth wide and met him lip to lip. My mouth was open, surrounding the turd cigar but not touching it Even so, each time I took a breath I could smell and taste the shit.

Sword tightened his grip on my head, making it clear that I was stuck in this position until I took the next step. Slowly I relaxed my lips, feeling them make contact with the warm log of shit that was sticking into my mouth. Once my lips made contact I felt Sword start to push the log out, sending it deeper into my mouth. Reflexively, my tongue came up to support the load that was entering my mouth. The taste of my own shit blossomed in my mouth, rich and bitter. Crossing that line, my heart pounded and my mind raced.

Sword released my head and leaned back. "Good boy!" he said. "Feel that shit in your mouth, boy. Get off on it." With that he leaned in again. He wrapped his lips around the turd log again and started giving it a blow job like it was a dick. I gripped the brown log with my teeth now and nearly went cross-eyed watching as Sword moved in and out, slicking up the log with his spit.

"I'm hungry, boy. Are you hungry?" Sword said. He looked at the turd in my mouth again and then he leaned in, gave it another quick lick with his brown tongue and bit off a piece. He let me see the shit he held in his lips then he tossed it back, mouth open, and worked it around with his tongue. I watched, fascinated and horrified as he proceeded to close his mouth, chew it up, and visibly swallow it down. After taking the big gulp he again opened his shit-hole mouth, proving it was really gone. I could see dark bits of shit highlighted against the white of his teeth.

"Your turn, boy. Do it up. Bite it off, throw it back, and swallow it down. You don't even have to chew. Come on, boy, do it!" He leaned in and locked his mouth onto the part of the turd that was hanging out of my face. Gently, I pushed it a little further out and I felt him take it from me. I leaned back, my mouth free of the brown cargo for the moment.

Damn, could I do this? I couldn't deny that it was all turning me on more than I ever imagined it could. My dick was up, hard and aching. A hard dick doesn't lie! Sword put a hand on my shoulder and started pulling me in. I let him guide me and took it at his speed. As soon as the turd was in range I gingerly gripped the first inch or so with my teeth. It was harder than I imagined it would be. My teeth sunk in and I bit it off. Just like Sword said, I threw it back in my mouth and threw it down.

I felt every inch of it's slide as that hard little nugget went down my throat leaving a brown smear all the way. I did it! Triumphant, I opened my mouth so Sword could see. Sword smiled around the log in his face. Something snapped, I felt released. More! I wanted more! Again I leaned in and this time bit off a bigger piece a couple of inches long. There was no way this one was gong down without chewing it first -- it was just too big. I closed my mouth around the hard lump of shit, squeezed it with my tongue, feeling the clay-like mass start to ooze around. Now I could really taste it. Hard and gritty, I started to chew. I felt it disintegrate and turn to mush. Saliva started to flow and trickles of slime ran down my throat. I chewed, swallowed, and chewed some more. Sword watched with a beatific look on his face. I swallowed some more trying to clear the sludge out of my mouth.

Sword took the turd in his hand and bit off another piece. My mouth was empty and, incredibly, I realized I wanted more. I looked down at the shit in Sword's hand and then up at his face. He smiled while chewing, I opened my mouth, and he fed me the rest of the log. We sat there, both chewing open-mouthed, brown drool running down our chins. The feeling of intimacy and brotherhood was intense.

"Fuck yeah," he said. "Fuck yeah," I repeated, grabbing him for a kiss. As I shoved my tongue into his mouth I felt and tasted the remainder of the brown mud we'd just shared. When we broke the shitty kiss we just sat there panting, somewhere beyond words. There was just one thought on my mind, but it took a few seconds for it to bubble up out of my shit congested brain. One thought, one word, "More."

Sword sprung and tackled me to the mat. "Now I'm gonna feed you straight from the source, fucker. You're gonna love it," he said. He got up and squatted over my face. What a view! His tight white ass framed by the black rubber chaps was coming down on my face and I wanted it bad! I reached up and grabbed his hips, guiding him down. I raised my head, tongue out. Contact! I felt the soft hairs in his ass crack tickle the bridge of my nose as I sunk my face into his crack. I licked and dug with my tongue until I felt the rosebud of his ass.

I wrapped my lips around the hole and started to suck. I dug with my tongue and massaged it with my lips. I felt his ass tense and then he blew a little fart. The smell was amazing, it flooded my senses. At this close range it was ten times more intense than any fart I'd ever smelt before. I worked his hole even harder and was rewarded with a trickle of thick wet butt-slime. I swallowed it down.

Now I'd forced my tongue as deep into his hole as I could reach and I felt the beginning of his load. It slid down his chute with excruciating slowness. When I knew it had reached the lips I pulled my face back so I could watch it emerge.

His ass-lips flexed and quivered and then started to spread. First all I could see was the brown dot of the tip of the turd surrounded by his pink lips. Slowly, the turd emerged and the ass-lips spread. I could see that it was lighter in color than mine had been and the smell was sweeter too. It was just a shade darker than peanut butter. Once it reached a couple of inches out of his hole I could see that it was at full width of just a little more than an inch. I moved in and grabbed it with my mouth and tongue. Right away I found out his shit was even more different from mine than it looked. It was a soft paste in my mouth, smooth and creamy. The taste was indescribable. Bitter yet sweet. Decaying but fresh. Above all, strong and rich.

Slowly I felt his shit-paste ooze into my mouth. I sucked at his hole and the thick mush glued itself to my tongue and cheeks. I worked the thick goo around in my mouth and tried to swallow some of it down. I gagged and my gut clenched. Just short of panic I squeezed his hips in a vise-like grip and concentrated on getting control. He stopped the flow. My mouth watered hard and some of the shit oozed back out of my face, smearing into his crack. Swallowing hard and fast the paste started to go down. It was so thick I felt it clogging my throat. Determined, I kept swallowing it down. Sword rose and flipped around, hanging his dick in my face. Gratefully I took his hose in my mouth and accepted his gift of piss. He fed me a warm, sweet stream that cleared my throat in a few swallows.

I fell back, panting. He got down over me and smothered my face with an open-mouthed kiss. I felt his tongue digging deep into my mouth, hunting for the clods of shit that remained and greedily sucking them back out.

"Arrgh!" I growled when he broke the kiss.

"Ready for more, man?" he asked, sitting back on his haunches and smacking his lips.

"Yeah," I said, "Gimme that ass again fucker." I was over the line now and I was going all the way.

He turned and presented his ass to me again. It was a radically different picture this time, his smooth white cheeks were streaked with dark brown from my hands and lighter smears of his earlier shit. The crack was obscured, plastered over with the mess from my earlier feeding. I took a few slow, deep breaths, enjoying the view, relishing the smell, and taking stock of the situation. I moved in on the crack and dug a furrow with my tongue. I sucked down that mouthful and went in for another. Feverishly I excavated his crack until I could once again see his puckered pink lips. I sat back and sucked my mouth clear -- the thick paste still didn't go down easily and I could feel the trail of it clear down my throat to my stomach. Once my mouth was clear I chilled out for a few seconds, breathing deep.

"I gotta go man! Get in there!" Sword said, forcing the issue by reaching back, grabbing my head, and slamming my face back into his ass. Willingly, I met his hole open mouthed and started sucking. Once again, the thick paste oozed out of his dirty hole and into my mouth. Better prepared this time, I just kept on sucking. Sword's crap started a sensuous continuous flow across my tongue, down my throat, and into my sewer-pit stomach. The thick sludge kept flowing and I kept swallowing. I felt the weight of it gathering in my belly. I was nearly stuffed with my first shitmeal.

"This is the last of it man, keep it in your mouth so we can both share it," Sword said.

I closed my throat and the flow kept coming strong. I felt the shit fill my mouth and start to ooze out and fill my cheeks. By the time he stopped my cheeks were bulging out and I had a massive load of thick pasty crap in my mouth.

I laid back and Sword sat on my belly facing me. I opened my mouth wide and felt trickles of drool overflow the brown pit of my mouth and run down my chin. "Awww, fuck man, that's beautiful," Sword said. He leaned down and licked the drool away and then scooped a gob of shit out of my open mouth. He smacked his lips and opened his mouth, showing the thick strings of shit paste sticking his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

Suddenly, my gut lurched again as my gag reflex kicked back in. In a flash, Sword glued his mouth to mine. I couldn't hold back any longer and with the next spasm the giant load of crap in my mouth exploded into his. We were face to face and I could see his eyes widen with the force of the flow. I kept my bellyful but gave him just about everything that was in my mouth. Slime ran freely from our lips and across both our faces. He closed his lips, sat up, and threw his head back, now fighting his own battle to hold onto the load he'd taken. I watched his washboard abs flex and his throat tighten. Just watching him fight it was so damn hot!

Just as I caught my breath he came back down to me, cheeks still bulging out with the load, and locked onto my lips. I opened my mouth and he squeezed the load of mush back into my mouth.

Suddenly, I saw Sword's eyes go wide and, at the same time, felt a hot, wet stream start washing down my back.

"What the FUCK are you two pigs doing?" Skull's voice rang out.

I spun around, surprised, and saw Skull towering over me, his dick still spraying a stream of hot piss. I coughed the load of shit out of my mouth in shock. The shit exploded out of my mouth and caught Skull at crotch level. I heard Sword start laughing behind me.

"Son of a BITCH," Skull screamed. He stepped forward, grabbed my head, and slammed his now filthy dick down my throat. "Clean that up, bastard," he commanded me. "Clean it up good."

It was a big fucking dick and filthy with the load of shit I'd blown all over his crotch. Each time he pulled my face down on his prick my nose was smashed into his shit-caked pubes. He was merciless in ramming his cock deep down my throat. Several times I started to gag, but it didn't really matter - he just kept fucking my face relentlessly.

Sword was still laughing his ass off behind me, and I heard him come closer to Skull and I. He stood behind me and leaned over, kissing Skull hard on the lips. Skull eased up a little on his ramming my face with that and I almost had a chance to catch my breath. I swallowed a few times to clear my throat, feeling the slime slide on down to my sewer pit of a stomach. Sword must have been doing a pretty good job of distracting Skull, because now Skull all but stopped slamming his dick down my throat. With the easing I started to really enjoy my labors. I'd cleaned nearly all the shit of Skull's dick so I pulled my mouth off the rod and started slurping the rest of the shit off his crotch. I combed his pubes with my teeth and then started to lick down the insides of his thighs. Skull's growls and moans told me he was enjoying the hell out of the attention that Sword and I were giving him. Nothing like a couple of hot mouths to sooth the savage beast.

I let loose a big belch and was nearly smothered by the fumes that came up. It was a reprise of the stench and acrid flavor of every bit of shit that had gone down my throat. I gasped for air until I recovered and then went right back to cleaning Skull's crotch. The hunger was on me and I wanted more of that shit.

Sword gave a little shove and pushed Skull off balance. All three of us tumbled to the mat in a pig pile with Skull on the bottom. Immediately, Skull started cussing again, "Bastard! Get off me, fucker!" He struggled and fought until the three of us lay untangled on the mat. Sword threw himself over Skull and pinned him to the mat. Skull struggled but was held.

"Feed him," Sword encouraged me, "Shit on his pretty fucking face. Smother him if he won't swallow."

"No! Fuck, No! Slimy Bastards! Don't you fucking dare!" Skull ranted at the suggestion.

Sword laughed and said, "Do it! I've got him."

I hesitated, but saw that Skull's face showed more humor than anger and moved in to squat over his face. I reached down and grabbed his face, holding him still. He fought half-heartedly, still cursing loudly. I started to bear down and push a load of shit out onto his face. I could hear the shit squeeze out of my ass, even over the other men's heavy breathing and between Skull's outbursts.

"Fuck!" Skull shouted. "Fuck!" He tried to twist his head to the side, but I held him fast, getting a little revenge for the abuse he'd given me earlier.

My shit fell with a splat onto his face and that shut him up for a moment. Slowly, I lowered my ass. I felt the warm ooze of the shit as my crack hit the pile I'd just dropped on Skull's face. I pushed down more and really ground the shit into his face. He continued to make angry noises but they were pretty well muffled by my ass and the load of shit plastering his face.

"Yeah, fucker, take it!" Sword called out to Skull. Skull struggled at first but then he quieted and I felt his mouth open and his tongue start to work my hole. It felt damn good. I reached around and gently laid my hand over his throat. I felt his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed my shit. He was doing it! The tough skin bastard was eating my shit!

Skull and Sword were squirming against each other urgently. There was still enough left of the shit I'd sprayed over Skull's crotch to work as a lube and I realized they were both working to come. I reached down and scooped a handful of my shit out of the pile on Skull's cheek and started to use it as a lube to jack my own hard cock.

I watched as Skull spat a juicy mouthful of shit spit into Sword's face. "Aw, you fucker!" Sword screamed at him. I laughed as Sword grabbed a mouthful of my shit off Skull's cheek and spat it back right into Skull's face. "Fucker! Skull screamed. They were squirming as they both locked faces and started to kiss hard. I knew they were probably tounge wrestling my shit back and forth and I could tell they were both close to coming.

I felt my shit caked balls pull up and tighten as I got close to shooting my own load. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I screamed. "Cummon fuckers! Cummon!"

"Yeaahhrg," was all Sword could manage as he came. His body twiched and spasmed.

"Shitty Fuckers!" Skull yelled as he too shot his load all over Sword's belly.

"Oh fuck yeah," I yelled as I came. "Fuck yeah!" My whole body jerked tight and I fell to my knees. My cum flew across the two joined skins on the mat as I gave my cock a few final hard jerks.

There were a few minutes of near silence. We were all three panting like we'd just run a race. Sword recovered first and sat up next to me. Absentmindedly he stroked his hand up and down my body, smearing through the accumulated filth and cum. "Well, mate, I think we did it..."

"Yeah, how's that?" Skull came back.

"I think we've converted this one," Sword replied.

"Aww, fuck, I don't know mate," Skull replied, "I think we'll have to test him a few more times to be sure."

We laughed and all came together in a three-way shity embrace on the mat. We laid there for a time and, before long, we all slept.

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