[Comm] Bottomless, Bound, and Bursting from the Ass

A scat fetish parody of the film Somewhere in Time (1980)

The note from William Fawcett Robinson had told Richard Collier to go to the gazebo behind the theatre. It was, the note said, a matter of life a death.

He was met with an angered Robinson, obsessed with Elise McKenna. The older man barked at Richard, possessed by the idea that Collier was set out to ruin McKenna’s career.

As Richard stormed away from the gazebo, a blackjack struck him in the back of the head, immediately knocking him unconscious.

***

The snorting of the horses woke him up the next morning.

“MMNNngg!” Collier gasped. He was gagged with a handkerchief between his teeth that was tied in a knot at the back of his head.

“mMnNnn!” Collier’s eyes widened. He wriggled around on a pile of straw. His hands were tied together with thick rope and the same rope looped around his chest and knees. They had left him in the stables, completely tied up. Most horrifying, though, was the fact that the bottom half of his body was completely naked!

The straw prickled at his bare ass and the backs of his muscular thighs. His dick and balls hung vulnerable and slack and exposed in front of him, helpless in the sunlight.

His face immediately became flushed.

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His stomach gurgled. The seafood from yesterday evening was not agreeing with him. It bubbled and churned in his stomach, twisting down his guts, closer and closer to his ass.

“MnnNNRR!” Richard screamed into his gag. He fought his urge, sweat breaking out across his face, squirming on the ground, but he was flat on his back and unable to lift himself up.

BbRRTCCHHH

His ass exploded. Gooey shit burst out of his rippling, pathetic hole, warm, toxic, earthy shit filling the space between his clenching cheeks, oozing out and flooding everywhere, between his butt and the straw under it, blasting down his thighs, across the surfaces of his naked cheeks. Pee sprayed uncontrollably out of his flaccid dick, hosing the front of his legs with seemingly endless amounts of piss.

“mmnrrnnn…” Richard whimpered, pissing and shitting himself uncontrollably, the back half of his naked body doused in poo while the front was showered in urine.

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His ass sputtered and stopped. But the smell was still overwhelming. Richard’s sinuses burned with the ever present sewage smell of his own filth, which blotted out the animal smell of the surrounding stable.

With more frantic movements, he wriggled and twisted on the straw, unfortunately rubbing his ass in his own shit in the process. Until, finally, he was able to flip himself over. He struggled to raise himself with his knees. With a great panting heave, Richard finally got to his knees and then lifted his body out of the shit and onto his two feet.

Like a pathetic upright worm, Richard hopped on his feet with his knees bound together. His ass and legs and balls and dick were completely coated with shit and piss.

***

Richard hopped through the hotel lobby on his bound legs. It was still early morning, so the lobby was mostly empty, but the giggles from sadistic chambermaids followed him. None of them lifted a finger to get him untied. They seemed more than happy to peek around corners at the hilarious half-naked man with his ass and thighs caked in shit.

Rickard hopped up the stairs to the second floor of the hotel. He stopped in front of Elisa’s door.

“EMmnnPPH?!” he shouted through his gag. He hoped that she hadn’t left yet, that he could still have time to talk to her. He hobbled in front of the door, unable to knock on it because of his tightly bound hands.

“Richard?”

Richard turned around. Elise, was standing there, miraculously.

“MnnMMnMMrNNmpph!” (“I thought I lost you!”) Richard mumbled through the gag.

Elise’s eyes were filled with joy, but they kept darting down to Richard’s nakedness, his bare cock and hanging balls between his legs. Shit dripped from his ass and fell onto the hotel carpets.

“Richard!..” Elise said, her voice trailing off, hypnotized by his body.

Completely mortified, Richard tried bending over as much as he could to cover himself, but it was impossible because of the ropes. His embarrassed dich was rising, growing and stiffing under her gaze and there wasn’t a single thing he could do to hide it.

Humiliation burned in his gut and his asshole opened with a gurgling fart. A slithering skinny turd rocketed out of his muddy cheeks and splatted against the hotel floor. The hallway was instantly conquered by the foul, fresh smell of his feces.

Blushing with her entire body, her hands grabbed at the shoulders of the trembling farting man. Her lips locked around his gagged mouth, tasting the cotton and his chapped lips.

Richard’s eyes widening, before he could react, she had already forced open the door and was dragging his farting ass inside her hotel room.

***

Elise pushed the still bound, now completely hard Richard onto the foot of her bed. His ass hit the sheets with a sticky SMUSH. Her face curled into a smile. Her hands played with the broad shape of his chest before moving down and running across his thighs. She sat on his lap, smelling the acidic smell of his dry piss. His pulsing dick prodded at her white dress. The summer scent of her perfume and soap, the laundry smell of her clothes, drifted off of her. His mind became lost in her smells, in the pure aura of her in this moment.

“You have been a very naughty, filthy boy, my Richard,” she teased.

Richard trembled in his bonds, his tense, embarrassed, horny body straining against the ropes, but he was helpless to break free, and she seemed to be enjoying his

She kissed his gagged face again, her tongue dancing around the gag to meet his, exploring his gasping mouth.

She pulled herself forward, smelling his piss and shit, his sweat, his unwashed hair. Her eyes watered with the overwhelming smells of him.

“Defecate for me, Richard,” she said.

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His ass answered her. Prickly cramps started in his stomach and moved down like an avalanche. He sweated and strained, doubling over like a dog on the foot of the bed. She rubbed his back, coaxing out his bowl movement.

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Diarrhea shit sprayed out of him and decorated the bed, a wide fan of globby wet turds spurting from his naked ass, coating the entire bed.

“MmnNNrr..” Richard whimpered.

“Oh, you are disgusting!” Elise cooed. Her hands, claws now grabbed at his suit coat. She sat down on the bed and tugged the filthy man over her lap. His dick was trapped between her thighs, vanishing into the rough folds of her dress. His ass pointing up and presented to her. The clenching filthy bubble butt, fresh shit rolling out of his crack and onto his fat, full balls.

Richard squirmed at the sudden warmth and discomfort of his own shit assaulting his balls. He kicked his sexy, piss soaked legs, but Elise held him down.

“Disgusting boys get punished! You should know better than to be dirtying up a hotel bedroom!”

Completely lost in her fantasies, Elise’s hand slammed down against muddy cake, butt flesh rippling.

“MMNRR!!” Richard squealed, bucking, even as she held his filthy body down and spanking him again and again. His eyes rolled back, panting and huffing into his gag, his body burning with sheer bliss.