Chapter One Hundred Twenty Three

Try it – You May Like It – and if not, well fuck it.

“She let me spank her,” Gene advised his mother that Sarah had been willing to try being spanked - “You should try being a toilet one time!”

Maw-Maw mused that was a good idea, “Thank you, sir – I think you hit the nail on the head. She never liked to try Brussel Sprouts when she was a little girl.”

“They tasted like shit!!” Daisy argued with a bit of mirth.

“Now, YOU are going to have the experience to back up that comparison,” Maw-Maw bit her lip – I could tell she was trying not to use big words any longer, but falling on old habits.

“Try it – you may like it? And if not?” Ted mused sadistically “Well fuck it – who cares? No sweat off muh balls!”

Ted had already jerked his sister off the ground by her leash and was leading her to the broken porcelain toilet they had left on the lawn for us. “Please? No? I choose Sarah – I choose Sarah! Sir!” Daisy pleaded that she didn’t want to do this in a huff and a panic.

I heard Sarah say as she stood up straight, “Damn – I hope I didn’t sound like that BIG of a baby about this,” she mused at her mother’s reluctance.

“Gene, Sir – since you are close to your sister can you spank her and tell her to bend over until she is given permission to stand up?” Maw-Maw asked Gene in the same polite tone someone would ask to pass the salt at dinner.

Gene obliged and then tried to do the shocker on her- despite being told no. Sarah’s ass cheeks were so narrow that the boy couldn’t penetrate her pussy or her ass. His thrust did push her forward and force an unintelligible “Gurk” from her throat.

“You were told not to do shocker on your sister, Sir,” Maw-Maw reminded him shamefully – but in the same way one might remind two kids to stop poking each other in the back seat of the car on a long family vacation.

“Sorry, Fart-face,” Gene apologized lethargically like it were being forced out of him.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Sir – but thank you anyway. I want you to be able to discipline the girls and I think it would be good for you to learn, but in order to do that you have to follow the rules and limits set forth in our use,” she explained.

“If I am the boss – why are there any limits on ME?” Gene demanded an answer with a frustrated tone.

“There are limits on every boss, boy,” Odd-Jobs chose that moment to walk out of the trailer and comment on the situation after which he took an exaggerated bite out of an apple. “Every boss has another boss he answers to as well,” he explained.

“Senior doesn’t have a boss!” Gene argued with the kind of snotty know-it-all attitude I might have expected out of my brother a week or two ago before all this began.

“Every boss has a boss,” Odd-Jobs repeated that even the guy at the top answers to somebody. “Senior may be the biggest fish in a pond of his own making, but there are sharks in other seas out there that would gobble him and every other catfish in this little mud puddle of ours. You don’t just do as you please with the things you own. You may own a gun – you don’t fire at who you want. You may own a house and you don’t just set it on fire if you want.”

“You don’t?” Damian seemed genuinely surprised and wasn’t talking in sarcasm. He was a little fire bug who loved playing with matches.

“You are going to learn that the contract between your bitches and you is not absolute,” he walked over to where their mother was by the side of the trailer. Ted had bound her to be seated on the toilet with her tits out and her legs apart.

“You see – we can’t just make our bitches do anything without reason or limitations. In this case, Daisy needs to learn what it would be like to spend a week or a month as a urinal,” Odd-Jobs unzipped his pants and began pissing directly into Daisy’s face telling her to open her mouth and make it easier.

Daisy sputtered and spat and closed her eyes defiantly as she struggled against her bindings and the more she struggled the tighter they became. She couldn’t close her legs or move her arms – she had allowed herself to be bound, but now she bucked and chafed at the confining restraints.

She choked and spat out the piss or held her mouth and eyes shut when she could – as it rained down all over her in cascading waves. Even young Nelly Jr. got a chance to walk up there and unload on her, and Daisy succumbed to the inevitable conclusion she was going to have to drink it all.

“Teddy – keep her like this until she learns to voluntarily open her mouth and drink every drop, run all the boys through and then if she still doesn’t learn, tie her UNDER the toilet for the girls. We need to get these shit-factories cleaned up and ready. We are already running behind.”

Ted and the rest of the men pissed in Daisy’s face and even when she willingly began to accept their piss Ted insisted she demonstrate obedience by waiting for every man to finish on her – some twice!

“I better get a bigger cut of the profits for this!!” I heard Daisy utter as she endured the yellow streams of man-piss spraying down on her.

Gene and Damian were last and then they asked about their dad. “He should have a chance? Everyone else has!”

“I said men – your dad is one of my pussy boys now,” Ted reminded them. He seemed to lord it over them as if that gave him dominance over the boys as well. I heard Catfish say something about, “Two pussy boys? That isn’t fair.” but not directly to Ted.

“You let Ryan piss on mom,” Gene offered up another argumentative counter-point.

“I did and I let you two pussy boys have a go as well,” Ted mused that they could just as easily be treated like their father if they kept making demands, before instructing Sarah to go inside and get Bill.

Sarah wasted no time springing up from the position she had been left in and let the screen door slam as she ran inside calling for her father, only to emerge like a bundle of wasp-like energy announcing, “He’s sleeping!”

She had the outline of grape kool-aid around her lips and chin and was wearing my collar and her pink knit rabbit hat from earlier. “I know I got to be naked – but ken I could maybe wear muh hat? Be a bunny?”

“Grab him by his dick and pull him out here!” Ted was half-kidding when she disappeared again inside the trailer, “The hat is cute – don’t make me take it from you,” he warned, but the girl had already turned tail and run inside to summon her lazy father from his sleep. I knew he was called “Meth-Head Bill” and began to suspect he may have been high or he was just the world’s biggest slacker.

Ted pointed at Maw-Maw and reminded her to teach the girl to wait until a trainer finishes his instructions.

“I will teach her – I am sorry, Master,” Maw-Maw apologized and promised to try what seemed like the impossible – teaching any teenager patience. “I am sorry Master – she reminds me of me at that age - All legs and no sense!”

“You at that age?” Odd-Jobs grinned, “Heaven help us – I had a heck of a time teaching you discipline,” he smiled back at Maw-Maw who looked like she might just blush.

“You just kept spanking me until it finally sunk in who was in charge, Master – repetition and patience,” she grinned like a woman talking to her first true love after 30 years apart.

I suppose if anything could – it would be discipline, like what we were experiencing or at times pretending to experience. As I stood stark naked at attention on the road in front of the trailer – I began to realize that line had long since blurred for me.

In a few moments a groaning Bill waddled reluctantly out of the trailer being pulled by his small, freshly shaven penis. Sarah presented the nude, skinny addict that was her father like she expected a medal. She gave his cock a squeeze and smiled at Ted.

“Sleeping on the job so soon? That’s a punishment,” Ted chuckled at the pathetic drowsy man before him. “First – I want you to piss on your wife’s face – do not worry, she won’t hold it against you. She needs this to learn if she’d rather spend time as a toilet instead of letting Sarah be trained.”

“Training my daughter and wife as a whore?” Bill staged another of his half-baked protests that didn’t scare anyone.

“Pretty much,” Ted didn’t apologize or in the least bit seem scared. “Now, unless you want to join her as a bottom feeder you will whip out your cock and piss right in her mouth immediately.”

“She let you do this?” Bill stumbled over to his wife – Sarah let go of his cock as he did.

“She did,” Ted admitted with pride.

“Then why do you need to tie her up,” he asked.

“For one because it’s fun,” Ted smirked a sadistic smile and said that there was an instinct to cover one’s face or wipe one’s chin and she was just expected to consume.

“You don’t mind?” Bill timidly asked his wife – still afraid of the repercussions despite seeing the mama bear in his life having her claws removed.

“Do I look like I mind, Sir?” Daisy was covered in the sticky, viscous pee of Odd-Jobs, SS, Catfish, Ted, Lloyd, Ryan, and even my brother and her sons, and it dripped off her nose and down the curve of her lip on to her bulging, milky tits.

“I..uh..don’t know? Do you mind?” Bill stumbled with his words slurred as if he were in a stupor.

Daisy answered him by opening her mouth wide and making a perfect “O” for a target.

Bill looked around for direction as if this were a trick and Daisy would jump out of her bindings and attack him if he dared to piss on his wife. He concentrated for a moment and shook his cock before letting out a stream of almost white piss all over her chest.

“Higher asshole!” Daisy demanded as the stream splashed her tits and into her eyes.

“You are supposed to call me Sir,” Bill dutifully arced the stream up, but this time it was too high and it covered her face – much to the amusement of everyone watching.

“You are a pussy boy like Ryan – I don’t have to!” She told him to aim for her mouth or they’d make him do it again.

“You called me sir earlier,” Bill reminded her.

“That was a mistake.” Daisy’s comment was like a hammer blow to the face for Bill and he stopped his stream by intention or coincidence almost in perfect timing with her statement.

“You ARE a bitch,” Bill sounded very hurt and bitter about everything – not just what was going on, but past problems the couple may have had and how controlling she could be.

“You ARE A limped dicked crack head,” She insulted him further – taking things on the offensive. Daisy added, “But my earnings today –it’s more than we’ve had in a year. You WILL participate and you will be whatever Master tells you to be – do you understand Bill?” she warned him, despite being soaked in piss and having her legs splayed wide to expose her bare pussy while sitting on a broken toilet – she almost seemed like an imperious queen on a throne.

“Please oh pretty fucking please, Master – make him come to the pool tomorrow? Let me run some grifts with this slow-witted motherfucker! I’ll convince them they’ve got to punish us because he is too weak to get the job done!!”

Ted put his finger to his lips and indicated the camera mounted on the outside of the trailer with a shrug. “You talk too much for your own good and I’ll think about it. I think I need him to watch Maw-Maw, but that may be a mute point anyway.”

“Moot point,” Ryan corrected, something like a wise ass.

“That is what I said, dipshit,” and Ted repeated, “a mute point.”

“Yep, that is exactly what you said, Sir; and it would be a mute point.” Ryan couldn’t wipe the smart ass look off his face for all the money in the world, “If no one had to listen to it, Sir.”

“I wish I could hit MUTE on your sorry ass,” Ted pantomimed pointing a remote at him and pushing the button over and over to get him to be quiet. “Now where was I? Oh yes, so if I heard you correctly – you told Bill to do whatever role he is assigned. Does that mean you will spare Sarah the rod and chew, chew on some doo-doo tomorrow?” Ted mouthed the act of chewing while referencing his mother’s advice from earlier.

“No, Master you said I get to choose. I think it’d do Sarah some good to get a little discipline and what you guys expect won’t kill her – plus she can handle her father and keep him in line.”

“I get to squeeze his balls if he falls asleep again? That was fun!” Sarah smirked and pushed one of the pink rabbit ears out of her face but added, “I don’t want to have to stay naked or be a nasty whore though!”

“You are just saying this to get out of being a bottom feeder,” Ted sounded annoyed as he regarded his sister with suspicion. She didn’t care about Sarah’s development and he knew it.

“No, you have me all wrong Master! I obliged you all and let ten men piss in my mouth and I swallowed. I tried it – like you said and decided it was for the best if she gets a little discipline,” Daisy said without concern for her daughter’s protests in the background.

“You were supposed to show me you were redeemable and accept the suffering to spare your daughter some discomfort – putting her needs before yours, but obviously you are still to learn that lesson,” Maw-Maw shook her head while Ted untied her.

“Honestly, I didn’t mind it – it was over fast and I just pretended you were hitting me in the face with super soakers, Sir,” Daisy promised that she would make a much better grifter. “I was worried you’d make me eat somebody’s turds – but I am fine with getting pissed on. It’s like being cum on – only less sticky. I just think – I’d make a better whore and grifter is all, Sir!”

“I think you will make a much better urinal,” Ted said.

“But you said...” Ted stuffed a dirty pair of underwear he had rolled up in her mouth before Daisy could finish her protest.

“I said you could make the choice and you did – I didn’t say that I would not have something else for you. I won’t make you a full bottom feeder. I don’t think you are ready for that anyway, but you will spend most of the day tied up in the bathroom with a tip jar on your chest – between those fat little titties!” He lifted both of her heavy boobs and let them fall against her chest before whooping up some laughter at her expense.

“Now hose these bitches down and let them take a crap, I need to find out where Mr. Sanderson walked off to with my bitches!” he instructed Catfish and my brother to get us cleaned up, but stood and watched us being inspected and lined up to shave, shit and clean up in the yard.

Conner had made this part of the process a bit of a timed ritual. He made us all shit on the lawn in the toilet bowl and then hosed us down one at a time while inspecting us for money. I was thankful this time no one had dared steal money and surprised he didn’t find any on Tawny or April. He made it sort of like an assembly line – we had to piss and shit first and then shave or be hosed down before being fully inspected.

They were good sports about the entire thing until it came time to shit in the bowl on the lawn. “There isn’t any toilet paper, Sir?” April having to ask the much younger boy a question like this, while he watched her squatting six inches over the toilet with her legs spread, was probably humiliating enough.

The fact his only response was, “You have two and a half minutes left – so you better squeeze one out because if I put a finger up there and find a turd you won’t be happy.”

April scrunched up her nose and squeezed out a perfect little chocolate banana and let it drop into the bucket at the bottom of the broken toilet. Ted applauded and made everyone else clap “See – that wasn’t so hard,” he chuckled.

I heard Tawny groan quietly, “Gross – I should have gone with daddy and Aunt Felicia,” but she maintained the lemony smile even when it was her turn to squat and drop. My brother had a fascination with assholes and I have to admit – Tawny had a smooth, perfect little pink pucker hole just like Savannah.

Cricket was on the bowl when I noticed Kung-Fu Dave walking up with his mother. He was not wearing his customary Karate Gi and instead had on a bowler hat, long woman’s coat and had a cane.

“Oh...my...god?” Ted laughed at him as Dave strutted up. Dave clearly didn’t expect this reaction but remained very serious. “Where is your Ninja outfit?”

“Didn’t bring muh ninjetty outfit,” Dave spoke with a countrified marble mouth that was hard to understand, but he explained that he was here on serious business. He had brought his mother and she was wearing a bright red curly wig, a green polyester top that made her tits look like they hung down to her stomach and a skin-tight white pair of stretchy pants that revealed she had on nothing underneath.

“I come to talk bidness – bidness of doin’ bidness – like bidnass man! Playa or pimp! I wanna be your partner!” Dave demanded – extending the same offer he had many times and apparently offering his mother as a willing volunteer to join Ted’s growing harem of women.

“Go away David!” Cricket was squatting naked with her legs apart taking a crap on the toilet and I found it ironic she said he was embarrassing her. She spoke with a slight lisp that made me think she may be partially deaf or just have a speech impediment too.

“You can’t be the only one to get in on this!” Dave argued with his sister.

Ted held up one hand for him to stop “Didn’t you want to help us get incarcerated when the Po-Po came by the pool?”

“That’s because Kung-Fu Dave beleefs in justice and American way – but Fatboy say you are not breaking any law – so now, I wanna works withs you! Not againsteses you - Don’t you see? I can TRIPLE your money and you will make TWICE as much!!”

“I don’t doubt your math skills, Dave,” Ted chuckled and observed, “I think you are hung up on being a super hero or a vigilante or whatever the fuck tough guy you think you are – because you envy the real ones,” I wondered how apt that was for Ted as well when he said it. “I don’t have any need for another trainer around here –but if I need another pussy boy I will let you know?”

“Damn it Now Ted! I apply before Tyga did!” Kung-Fu Dave seemed intent on the fact he should have the job simply because he asked for it first.

“Tyga comes with two fine-ass ladies too,” Ted paid a rare compliment to Tyga – who was preening and smiling once he had been recognized by Ted.

“Mom – take off your clothes and show him!” Dave demanded his mother strip right there on the lawn. His mother obliged – she was cranky and her voice sounded scratchy but she was apparently not shy in the least about undressing.

A thing that may have seemed preposterous a few weeks ago – but now the fact that so many of us were standing around naked I think the neighbors along with the cars that drove by slowly – were almost used to it. I knew several of them, including Donger, were peeping on us from behind windows or in his case naked behind our air conditioning unit.

“You don’t have to do that – I don’t need to see your momma’s knee-shooters to know we don’t need you right now. If I need you – I’ll let you know; but I am telling you now Dave – I don’t need you.”

“Now let my boy talk!” Dave’s mother was stepping out of her stretchy pants revealing a rose tattoo on her pussy. She sounded a lot like Cricket, only with about thirty years of hard drinking and smoking in her voice. She had a crusty, sort of white-trash sex appeal despite her age; but the years had been unkind to her face and her voice most of all.

“He told you – he don’t want you!” Cricket was still taking a dump when she demanded her mom get dressed. “Be a pussy boy for MY master! He don’t have one and you can work your way up, David!!”

Catfish had been quiet all this time but mentioned she did have a point. “The rest of you have more than one girl and Ted you have two guys. All I have is Cricket – I’m interested in him as a Pussy boy. Dave – let’s see what you got? Whip it out.” I could tell Catfish was kind of having fun with Dave and playing with him by his tone.

“No way! You can’t talk to a playa or pimp like this!” Dave demanded, ruffling what was probably his mother’s old coat as if it were a badge of office by running his fingers down the fur lining. “You have insulted Kung Fu Dave and now we are sworn enemy! You know? Like Super Villain and Super Dave? You will be my Nemo Sis!”

“Nemesis?” Conner corrected wryly.

“Fuck you!” Dave was insulted and led his mother away – forcing her to get dressed as they walked off.

Ted chuckled and was scratching his ass when he turned around to see Mr. Sanderson smiling while holding the leashes of Aunt Crystal and Savannah.

“Damn, you took your sweet time with them,” Ted said taking their leashes from the older man’s extended hand and asking if they both at least finished taking a shit.

“Crystal did – very good too,” Sanderson remarked as if he were quite pleased, but said that Savannah had only pissed.

“I know she is full of shit – so she needs to empty that ass right now!” Ted was in a jovial teasing mood.

Savannah gruffly commented she wasn’t going to shit on some strangers lawn. “Y’all are some fucked up perverts – wanting to watch the nastiest stuff!”

“Good point,” Ted kicked her squarely in her perfect, sun-kissed tan ass and told her she can do it on the lawn right here. “Squat down –toilets are for your betters,” He made her shit like an animal on the lawn right in front of Mr. Sanderson.

“Looks like Chocolate soft-serve when you do it!” Ted observed.

“It looks like my Gummy worm sundae at Applebee’s I won’t be having if you keep stalling us around here, Sir!” Savannah remarked candidly – without a hint of embarrassment as she squatted with her cheeks parted and legs open. “Master Conner – you wanna come watch this? I know you like looking up my asshole – wouldn’t want to have to do this twice?” she teased my brother playfully as she obliged the men who stared down at the sexy, young girl squatting on the lawn.

She cocked her head over her shoulder and looked up at them – smiling at the fact that none of them were even looking at her pretty face. They were mesmerized by her ass and the fact she was letting them see something so intimate most women would never share with anyone.

It didn’t look gross or disgusting when Savannah did it – if it had been viewed in reverse it may have looked like a big black cock being driven into her sweet, pink ass – I hoped when men watched me do it that mine looked as adorable!

“Uh-oh,” Ted noticed someone walking up behind Mr. Sanderson.