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Writer: Regis
Subject: THE BOILER ROOM 5
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Pee and Poop Play, Snuff (A Dirty Story)
Synopsis: Jill is a thrill-seeker, looking for anything naughty that will be unacceptable in normal society, triggered by shock value, and she’s found it in Arthur, a Potty Pro. A scat fiend. He found her with a discreet ad that mentioned water sports, which could only mean using human elimination of body waste as play. Little did she suspect how far she had advanced on her own, or how much further the nice man Arthur intended to take her. He took the young girl to his favorite nightspot, a hidden and totally secret facility, a defecation club called the Boiler Room, where people with similar tastes met to share their unusual kink.
The Boiler Room 5
“How many others need to relieve themselves?” Arthur asked. “Now don’t be naughty, don’t say you do unless you’ve felt a bowel movement in the last few minutes.” Four others held up their hands. They had been holding onto their digested food for hours in anticipation of being at the naughty club this evening.
“Alright, everybody, it’s time for the competition. Do you all know the rules?” Jill was not sure what he was talking about, but she saw the others nod. Obviously, this was something they had all done before. She wondered if it was to be a race to the toilet, but there was none in sight.
Then she noticed the attendant had picked up his poop scoop again, and tuck some clear plastic bags into his belt. What concerned her more was that she noticed Arthur was now holding a stiff riding crop. She felt a shiver as she wondered if he would use it on her.
Her bum was still glowing from the spanking he had administered earlier, and she thought of how much more that crop would hurt, particularly now that her buttocks had been prepared, tenderized, as Arthur had put it. Just then she felt her gut heave. She really needed to shit.
“Take your positions!” Arthur instructed the participants. Two men and a woman moved to the center of the room. The men pulled down their pants, and the woman slipped her panties down to her knees. “Jane, we’re ready for the next step. Is your human toilet ready?” he asked one of the other women.
“He will be in a moment, Art,” the woman answered. She instructed the man with her to undress. Jill noticed he was quietly sobbing, but he obeyed. “Ralph has been a bad boy this week,” she said. “He told me he refused twelve loans to small business that needed capital, and he also foreclosed on ten mortgages, putting families out onto the street.
“He needs to do penance.” Jill watched in amazement as the man undressed completely, then lay on his back on the Kitty Litter. Then she remembered. ‘This is the fucking toilet here!’ His penis was full but not erect. It stretched down across his very large testicles. It was an impressive penis, but was only partially engorged, not nearly erect.
Jill guessed the cock itself must be at least eight inches long. She thought about it reaching full erection, and realized it would be an impressive cock to see, and something else to deal with. She’d never had an over-sized cock inside her, but she’d seen some at male strip joints.
She and some of her girlfriends went when there when they were in school, for the thrill of being among gays. The shows they saw had been explicit, with naked men, both black and white, and even a chink, dancing naked, their erections flopping and swaying as they gyrated their hips, and then butt fucked each other.
They had squealed with delight when they saw the men fuck each other’s muck, then pull their shit-smeared penises out of each other, and conclude the indecent obscene act by face fucking each other, to clean the shit off their long, rigid penises. The girls loved it, and went there a often as they could afford it.
“Since we have a new participant,” Arthur said, looking at Jill, “I’ll review the rules. First of all, there is the wagering.” He passed around sheets and pencils. “Now it is quite complicated, because tonight’s contestants are to be judged on so many different rules. First of all, there is the matter of production on demand.
“Contestants will take turns. From the time the signal is given, each will have ten seconds for their anus to open and to display clearly the offering they will produce. That first ten seconds is free, but we need to see the beginning of a protrusion, the nose of a firm turd, before the time is up, with no exceptions.”
He put on a very official voice as he said “A stool is defined as the mass of matter passed from the colon in a single movement. It is an intact unit of shit, and any partition will not be taken into account. The length of time it takes to drop a single stool will be measured. The longer the evacuation event, the higher the score.
“The time will commence when the brown darling appears, and will be complete when partition or splitting occurs. This is not a speed contest, the longer it takes, the better the result.” Jill was surprised he spoke of such a repugnant act with such relish. This was amazing. These people really thought crapping in public was going to be fun?
“The next item,” he continued, “is to compare the ability to do a partial suck-back, drawing the stool back in during the expulsion. Retraction will count for double points once the tip of the stool has touched the body of the human toilet. Any backward movement of the stool into the rectum will be credited.
Complete withdrawal counts as triple points, and so long as your offering is not completely withdrawn but remains visible, that’s double points. Complete retraction will also restart the clock. Isn’t this fun?” Jill was starting to get the idea. It would be interesting to see if she had what it took to outperform some of these more experienced competition shitters.
“On your sheets you will see the line factor, which is to determine how straight a line the stool can be dropped across the belly or chest of the human toilet. You will also want to guess, before the contest begins, of course, which one of these contestants is the stinker. As you know, there is a real pig in every crowd!”
Everyone laughed, but Jill was not sure why. They were laughing at more than a casual off-the-cuff comment. There was obviously a joke somewhere in there she did not understand. That was reasonable, as this was a group that likely met regularly to take part in these brazen excrement sports.
“Now,” Arthur continued, “we come to the brown meat itself. It will be judged for thickness, consistency, length, weight, color and freedom from offensive odor. That’s when we get to see if the contestants took their tums.” Now Jill realized the reason she had been instructed by Arthur to eat all those tums.
She had heard of them reducing the sulphur smell when you had gas, and realized with a grin that it was the stools that produced the gas when you farted. She wondered what qualities of consistency and color were valued. Did they prefer dense dark turds, thin long stringy stools that often curled beneath her in the toilet, or light-colored poop?
She got quite excited when she realized she was going to be asked to shit on this man lying on the floor. He really was a prick if he had done what that woman had said. Jill hated bankers! She wondered if he would get off on people shitting on him. He was lying there willingly.
One way to tell would be the peter meter. Would he get a full erection as they shit on him? Best of all would be if he had to ejaculate from excitement. She could hardly wait to see. Arthur slapped her tender buttocks sharply with the riding crop, and she obediently joined the others in the center of the room.
The slap had stung severely, and she knew he had not given her a full swat. Clearly that riding crop was a potent weapon. She was not sure she wanted to find out how much he could hurt her with it. The other people in the room sized up the contestants, marked their sheets, then handed them back to Arthur.
He looked through them, then summarized the betting. “It looks like the men are favored for most categories, except for anal control and neatness. The time it takes to make their solid deposit, their ability to retract a stool, and the straightest line all go to the girls.
“All the rest of the categories go to the boys. Let’s see how it comes out. Jack, take your position!” One of the men moved beside the man on the floor and squatted over him, positioning his buttocks over the man’s belly. He stayed there motionless, awaiting the signal.
One of the women held forward a stopwatch, her thumb poised above the starting button. “Go!” the woman shouted as her thumb snapped down on the watch. The man strained, then waited, counting. He didn’t want to get his offering of shit to start moving too early.
The first ten seconds counted toward his time to drop the stool. Just before the ten seconds was up, he pressed, and only a fart came. In a panic, the man strained hard, and the turd burst into view, much quicker than he would have liked. That mistake would cost him.
Whenever she took a shit, Jill always checked to see what she had dropped into the toilet before she covered it with soiled toilet paper. Her stools were always firm and stiff, but she had never managed to produce anything nearly as thick as what this man was showing.
A light colored, knotted and apparently very dense stool stood out more than six inches from his stretched anus. It was at least an inch and a half thick, and was rigid. She was surprised as she watched him retract it nearly an inch before it paused, and came forward again.
When it was out another two inches, he retracted it again. It appeared he could easily draw it back an inch for every two inches forward. That was, in her eye, outstanding. When the firm fat stool was out eight inches, the man bent his knees so that the end of it touched the man on the floor briefly.
Then he retracted it again, this time nearly by three inches. Jill was amazed at the control the man displayed. This kind of anal and colon control could only come with a great deal of practice. She had never dreamed of this exciting sport, but was sure she could learn and master it.
She was surprised that she could not smell the stool that now hung far out of the rectum of the squatting man. The air movement must be very good in here, she thought, and realized that the antacid action of the tums must be a bigger factor than she had guessed as well.
At last the stool dropped, lying in a gentle curve across the naked man’s belly. “One forty-three!” proclaimed the woman keeping time. As the man who had deposited it, shitting directly onto a naked man’s chest, stood up, and Jill noticed for the first time that the nude man’s penis looked firmer than when he had lain down.
He was still sobbing quietly, and tears formed puddles in the corner of his eyes. Jill knew what it was to enjoy someone else’s humiliation, and understood that this man, the merciless banker, was not in the least suffering, but in fact with being a shit target, was in his glory.
She watched the attendant slide a piece of paper with the number 1 marked with a felt marker on it under one end of the steaming stool. This was so exciting she could hardly await her turn. The other woman was instructed to move into position. She was wearing a pleated knee-length skirt and no panties.
As she squatted in position, she pulled the back hem of the garment up and tucked it into her belt, so that the act she was about to commit would have no privacy whatsoever. She had a beautiful ass, and her clean-shaved cunt was in full flare. She leaned well forward, her knees together.
In this position her buttocks spread wide, revealing the tiny puckered starfish of her anus, and below it the full folds of her vagina lips from the ample bulge of her bulging pubic mound. Like Jill, the beautiful young woman, looking studious in her horn-rimmed glasses.
The cunt wore five-inch spike heels over tight fitting dark nylons, held up by a garter belt. Jill examined with interest the tight pucker of the young woman’s slowly opening anus ring. There were no signs of hemorrhoid swelling, and it was as neatly trimmed as was her vulva.
She looked so well-groomed and clean that Jill thought the bitch looked good enough to eat. Then she realized the significance of her fleeting thought. What she was thinking of was what lesbians did when making love. They use their mouths extensively, as well as their probing fingers.
She was straight, and never even contemplated making intimate love to another woman with her mouth. She also realized that as these thoughts went through her head, the attractive young woman looked no less appetising. ‘God, I’d like to eat that flared cunt of hers!’ she thought.
“Go!” the woman with the stopwatch said. She watched the young woman, who was likely her age, so a teen, tighten her tummy to thrust. For the first time Jill noticed the impressive size of the girl’s breasts, hanging forward in her loose blouse, worn for this occasion, as she strained to let everybody see her take a shit.
Jill’s attention was immediately drawn back to the gap between the spread buttocks, and she watched with pleasure the tight rectum swell outward, being pressed open by the pointed nose of a firm but moist looking emerging stool. This was a good-looking piece of shit!
As it slowly slid into view, the others could see that it was dark, firm, and as it came further into view, was unlike the shit of most people, because it was quite narrow.b It was also being sucked right back in, after emerging repeatedly to greater and greater extension.
This young girl was very good, and had clearly been in this kind of competition often before. Jill wondered if the beautiful teenager had done this with these people watching, or like herself, had been a closet exhibitionist, regularly trying it out at home in the privacy of a bedroom or bathroom.
THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE