Writer: Beta Boy
Subject: The Perfect Weekend
Link: LS666 Emails / 15.04.2025
Author’s Notes: I just wanted to share this with you, I think it’s probably too niche to even think of publishing, I guess I just wanted to get this off my chest!
The Perfect Weekend
I guess there are two aspects to how porn has affected my life. The first is what I do when I am consuming pornography. Let me shed light on that — this weekend is the perfect example.
I decided upon a four-day weekend devoted to porn. So I took Friday and Monday off work. I have the house to myself. Perhaps like most porn addicts, I know for a fact, there will be nobody popping by the house. I have made sure to sideline any friends I had by constantly choosing an evening of devotion to porn over “normal social life”.
It starts on Wednesday evening when I make sure to shave my twink body, including around my tiny cock and little boy balls. Honestly, I love my sexual inadequacy. I snapped my cock cage on to wear during the day at work, a constant reminder of the weekend ahead of me.
As every porn addict (by the way, I will accept porno sexual as an accurate description of me) will know, it isn’t about spunking it isn’t about ejaculating as soon as possible — it’s about absorbing as much filth as possible, expanding my boundaries. For many years, this was all about breaking down the sense of guilt which being Catholic instils in you. Frequently I would turn my back on porn, ashamed of myself for the degrading felt I had consumed. Thankfully, those boundaries are broken. I am much more open-minded.
The first thing I did when I arrived home on Thursday was to drink litres of water. As I scroll on my laptop while watching whatever I have downloaded on my big screen, I wait until my bladder is bursting before releasing it as I watch my jeans change colour feeling the warmth of my piss and the joy of just sitting there in a pool of my piss.
I keep drinking and fill a bottle with my piss before retiring to my bathroom. I am pouring the litres of retained piss over my head and clothing, making sure to drink lots of it as well. I may be weird, but I like the taste of my piss.
I went to bed around two in the morning, having downloaded quite a bit of scat and canine porn. I lie in my bed in my piss-soaked clothes. At this stage, I haven’t even touched my cock. When I woke around ten. My whole bedroom stank of piss. I take my clothes off and leave them in a pile on the floor, just taking my sodden underpants with me. I will now be naked for the rest of the day.
I spent the morning reading the kinky stories I could find, satanism, and incest, whilst having some scat videos playing in the background while sucking on my stinky underwear. I tap into pedo stories which resonate with me because of my sexual experiences, which began as a child.
At some point, I know I want to take a dump. We’ll do so on the plastic bag squatting in my bathroom. I then coat my body with my gorgeous scat, my body, my legs and even my face. I look at myself in the mirror. Someone else is looking back at me, someone possessed by a deeply perverse spirit, someone who would do anything Satan required of them.
By now, I am sexually needy and will squat on my favourite dildo on my gaping ass bouncing up and down, watching my cock cage bounce between my legs. A glorious reminder of my inadequacy. Inevitably, there is still some slime to be eaten from my dildo.
This morning, I woke up lying on my bed stinking of scat. I guess, the one accommodations I make is having a shower this morning to wash my body.
What a horny story. This is how my weekend should be. Thanks Beta boy.