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 This story details the early sexual experiences of a young boy named Bryce,
as told by him.  It is a continuation series with a number of chapters that
touch on many topics, including M/b, t/b, b/b, incest, masturbation, oral,
anal, ws, scat, and forced sex, although not every chapter will include all
topics.  If you are offended by any of these topics, or if the discussion
of sexual acts involving minors is not your bag, please stop reading now.
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   Bryce's Unnatural Life Chapter 9

   I sat back down as Mr.  Jarkot fumbled with the VCR, getting the rest of
the movie started.  As he did so, he told us that this second movie, our
last for my visit, was actually a continuation of the one we had watched
earlier with the two brothers.  He went on to explain that, "What you are
going to see might gross you out a little, but it was a part of the movie
and I wanted you to see for yourselves what some people consider fun when
they are having sex.  Now before you get all worked up, especially you
Bryce, I want you all to know that, if you want to try this, we are gonna
do things a little different, so don't just take it for granted that it
will be as bad as what is happening in the movie".  Holy mackerel, I
thought to myself, what in the world could these two boys do that would be
that bad, that gross, that we hadn't already seen?

   And then the movie started.  Where it had faded to black after the
"lemonade" incident, the screen quickly brightened and a new title "A
Brownie For Butch" flashed across the screen.  It was the same bedroom as
earlier and the boys were as naked as before and were laying on their
backs, on the same bed, reading comic books.  After a few seconds of
silence, Jimmy puts his down, looks over at his brother and asked "Hey
Butch, are you hungry yet?" Ah, I thought, so "Butch" was the big brother's
name.

   Butch, setting his own comic book down, managed a weak, very fake smile
and said "I'm starving.  You got a brownie for me?" "A nice fresh one,
right from the oven" Jimmy replied, with a cute giggle.  "Cool" Butch said
and they began quickly shifting themselves around on the bed until they
were in a position similar to the one Mr.  Jarkot and I had been in
earlier, Butch laying on his back, Jimmy on top with his butt pointed right
at Butch's face.

   No way.  There is no way, I thought to myself, that this was going to
happen.  I was sure, deep in my mind, that my thoughts were way out of
control.  After everything that had happened to me, I just knew I had
become as loony as these freaks around me for even thinking that a
"brownie" was really, could even remotely possibly be, a turd.  That would
have been way over the top and I couldn't believe that I had
actually...wait a minute....Butch is spreading Jimmy's butt cheeks and is
leaning in...no, no, no, I still don't believe it.  Maybe a "brownie" is
just the skid marks in between there.  That's gotta be it, Butch is now
licking away at the poop smears in Jimmy's butt cheeks.

   And indeed Butch was licking away, his head moving back and forth, not
at all hesitant about cleaning his little brother's poopy streaks, not that
there was much, just a few light traces across the cheeks and some brown
spots around the tight little hole in the middle.  As the camera zoomed in,
his tongue washing away the little brown spots and specs, the sounds of
Butch's lapping were amplified throughout the room.  When he had finished
cleaning his brother, Butch pulled his head away and asked "Does that feel
good?" "Oh yes" Jimmy responded, "but get ready cause it's coming".

   It's coming?  You mean it wasn't there yet?  Was I right?  Could this
really be about something so awfully gross that...oh no way...Butch had
pushed his mouth to Jimmy's hole, was licking all around it and when he did
so, I watched it flex.  Not the reflex flex from being startled at having a
tongue touch your butthole, but a push flex.  Like Jimmy was trying to push
a...oh I couldn't even finish the thought....but then it happened.  Jimmy
pushed again and the hole opened.  It literally opened and a very brown,
blunt object, which could only be one thing, poked out for a second and
then slid back inside.

   "Holy Shit!" Matt shouted.  "Holy fucking shit.  That kid is gonna eat a
fucking turd" He had jumped up, obviously very excited about the event
unfolding before us, and moved right in front of the television, plopping
himself down on the floor right in front of it, now rubbing his stiff
peepee with one of his hands.  Oscar, who was also rubbing himself, wasn't
as excited, but also added his comments "Man that is wicked nasty.  Move
over Matt, you're blocking the tv".

   As Matt moved aside, I could see that Butch was once again licking all
around his brother's tight hole, almost trying to coax his "brownie" from
its hiding spot.  I watched, still dumbfounded, as the hole flexed itself
again and the little firm brownie poked out once more.  This time it stayed
out a few seconds before sliding back inside.  I almost puked right then
when I saw Butch's tongue madly licking away at the tip before it
disappeared.  "Did you see that shit?" Matt cried out.  "That fucker was
licking the fucking turd, Oh man, that's some sick shit".  Matt was right.
It was sick.  Even sicker when I thought that very soon I was going to have
to endure at least some of this.  My stomach was reeling.

   I sat dumbfounded, watching the nasty scene play out.  Jimmy was now
straining.  You could see his hips and butt muscles shifting, as he began
to push his "brownie", indeed fresh from the oven, his butt oven, out. 
Butch had moved his head slightly back and was watching the scene himself.
I thought Jimmy had exercised great control in not pushing his turd out in
one quick thrust.  Instead, the dark brown mass, about the circumference of
a quarter, slowly slid its way out, firm enough so that, instead of bending
down or breaking off, it just stuck straight out.  When there was about
two, maybe three inches of the hot loaf sticking out, Butch, who was
pulling Jimmy's buttcheeks wide apart, said "Hold it there a minute".

   The mass stopped creeping.  The camera zoomed in as Butch leaned forward
and took a quick sniff of the protrusion.  "Man, that's gotta stink" Matt
proclaimed, almost delirious in his amazement.  He quickly fell silent
though, as we all were, when suddenly Butch's tongue stuck out and he began
licking the underside of the nasty "brownie".  He licked all the way from
the ring of Jimmy's stretched butthole to the very tip of the turd before
he stopped, turned his head ever so slightly, glancing in the direction of
the camera, a pleading look on his face.  When he apparently received no
reprieve, he turned back to his brother's butt offering, opened his mouth
wide, and pushed his face forward, his open mouth right over the half
ejected mass of poop.  Oh my stomach was in knots.

   Butch didn't stop until his nose was mashed tight against Jimmy's lower
back, his lips tight against Jimmy's expanded hole and the "brownie" lodged
right in his mouth.  He then paused a moment, closed his eyes, then bit
straight down and pulled his head back.  He had done it.  All that was left
at Jimmy's butthole, which had snapped back shut, was a small clump of
brown, right in the center of the hole, right where the turd had been
bitten off.  There was no doubt where the rest was.  The camera had moved
around so that it was focused on Butch's face.  His eyes were open again,
the same pleading look in them as he slowly opened his mouth.  Right there
it was, laying on his tongue.  A little boy brownie.  A nasty, right out of
his kid brothers poop hole piece of crap was in his mouth.  After focusing
in on the little chunk of waste, the camera zoomed back just enough so
Butch's face was in full focus.  He closed his eyes, closed his mouth and
began to chew.

   "He's eating the turd!" Matt yelled out, as if somehow we hadn't already
figured it out.  "He's eating that kid's turd" he called out again, his
hand sliding up and down on his stiff peepee.  I was getting more and more
worried at the enthusiasm Matt was displaying.  I sure hoped he wasn't
thinking about making a "brownie" for me.  Oscar was much more reserved. 
He was yanking his peepee, but was pretty quiet, sometimes squinting in
disgust as he watched.  I think he was as shocked as I was.

   I thought Butch did a good job, considering his predicament.  He kept
his mouth closed as he chewed for perhaps half a minute and I only saw him
gag one time, just as he was swallowing.  After he did swallow, he opened
his mouth to the peering eye of the camera.  Oh what a mess.  There was
brown stuff caked in his teeth and gums, even the spit in his mouth had a
brown tinge to it.  Oh that was disgusting.  After he closed his mouth
again, he swallowed twice more before uttering a very unconvincing "Yummy"
and turning back to his brother's bottom.

   "There's more" Jimmy said giggling, wiggling his hips back and forth and
apparently not the least bit aware about how Butch felt as the "brownie"
recipient.  Butch silently leaned forward, licked the little brown clump
away that was still clinging to the hole, and pushed his open mouth right
up against Jimmy's pucker.  You could see that his jaw muscles were moving
up and down as he was apparently licking and munching the tiny opening
preparing it for more flexing.  Jimmy, for his part, was once again
straining his butt muscles and you could hear a long, low grunt coming from
him.  "Here...uhhh...here it...uhhh....is....uuuhhhh" Jimmy cried out as
Butch's eyes widened.

   Because Butch's mouth was still affixed to Jimmy's hole, you couldn't
see the actual exchange.  But the familiar grunts and pushing that Jimmy
was making, the uncomfortable shift of Butch's upper body as it was
happening and the sight of his eyes quickly snapping shut left little doubt
that the transfer had actually taken place.  Jimmy had just deposited the
rest of his of his fresh-from-the-waste-factory "brownie" into his big
brother's mouth.  So much "brownie", that when Butch finally did pull away,
there was a very tapered end sticking obscenely from his lips.

   This time, there was no display for the camera.  Butch almost
immediately began chewing the fresh turd, and the piece that was sticking
from his mouth snapped off and rolled down onto his neck.  He chewed and
swallowed a number of times, grimacing as he did so, before he was
finished. He then managed a weak smile for the camera, the brown mush still
caked all over his teeth.  He ran his tongue over his lips one last time,
swallowed again and smiled his dirty (literally) smile.  "Thanks for the
brownie, Jimmy" Butch mumbled as the movie went black.

   Dead silence.  No one uttered a peep for at least thirty seconds until
Matt was the first to speak.  "Dad, you have GOT to let me do that" he
begged, "Please, just let me shit in the slut's mouth, that would be so
fucking awesome.  Did you see that Oscar?  Did you see that kid munching a
fucking turd?  Was that too cool?" Now it was time for me to have the
pleading eyes that I had seen on Butch's face.  I stared at Mr.  Jarkot,
ever so hopeful that I could be delivered from this.  Please, please don't
make me eat a turd I repeated over and over in my mind.

   Mr.  Jarkot sat and thought for a bit.  I could tell he was devising a
plan in his mind as he stared at nothing in particular, chewing one of his
fingernails.  Then, looking at me, but speaking to his boys he said "There
is an old saying that tells us that `What goes around, comes around'. 
Sometimes in our lives we do things and later must suffer unimaginable
consequences as a result.  What if I told you that you could shit in
Bryce's mouth but that it would come at a price?  Something that you
wouldn't even know about until it was too late.  A price that could well be
one of those unimaginable consequences?  Would it be worth it?  Would you
still do it?"

   I knew this line.  This was the con-man coming out in Mr.  Jarkot and I
had heard this line many times from my own father as he used it to set up
one of his own stupid ideas.  Mr.  Jarkot was setting someone up, and I
suspected that it was Matt.  Oscar, who I considered the smarter of the
two, was shaking his head.  I could tell that he too knew that nothing good
was going to come of this.  Matt however, who was so engrossed in his "crap
in someone's mouth" glee, took it hook, line and sinker.

   "I don't care" he said, "I just want to shit in someone's mouth.  That
was so fucking nasty cool, I would do anything, well, almost anything".  He
stopped speaking suddenly as if a thought came to him.  "He's not gonna get
to shit in my mouth is he?" he asked.  "Nope", Mr.  Jarkot replied, "No one
is going to shit in your mouth.  But no complaining when payback time
finally does come, understand?" As Matt sat and thought a minute, I was
almost laughing inside.  He was taking the bait.  He was so lost in his
stupidity that he never saw the train coming.  I, on the other hand, did
see his train coming, but in my glee of watching Matt make a stupid
mistake, I actually forgot for a moment that it was my mouth that was being
offered up as a poop receptacle.

   That realization came crashing back to me at the very same instant that
Matt smiled, jumped up and said "I don't care.  I am gonna load that
fucker's mouth with shit".  Turning to me, he added "Screw the brownie slut
fuck, I got a whole fucking cake for your fag mouth".  Oh man.  He was
really going to do it.  He was going to poop in my mouth.  My eyes got wide
again and my head shot back towards Mr.  Jarkot.  He was smiling himself
and was even rubbing his groin a little.  Oh please, I thought, you said I
wouldn't have to do this.

   Matt was excitedly babbling away to Oscar as I continued to stare at Mr.
Jarkot, pleading in my mind to be delivered from this moment. 
Unfortunately, when he finally spoke, it wasn't to deliver me but to set
down the "rules".  "OK Matt", he started, "You can shit in his mouth, but
he doesn't have to eat it".  Gee, thanks, I thought, how sickeningly nice
of you.  "Bryce", Mr.  Jarkot said "I told you it wouldn't be as bad as the
movie, but you still have to take a load.  You can spit it out if you want
(If I want??) but you have to let him do it.  After he finishes, you will
lick his butthole clean, understand?"

   "Matt" he said, not even bothering to wait for a reply from me "You can
poop in his mouth one time and he will lick you clean afterwards.  After
that, if you need a blowjob, you can get a quick one, but then your time is
done with Bryce.  He belongs to Oscar for the rest of the time til his dad
gets here, understand?" "Sure" Matt immediately responded, a big smile on
his face.  "If that's the worst of my consequence, it will be completely
worth it" he added.  Stupid ass, I thought, you have no idea.  The deal had
been sealed, that much I knew.  I wasn't entirely sure when Matt would
suffer his "consequence" but had no doubt what it would be.

   Mr.  Jarkot fetched a plastic bowl from the kitchen and handed it to me.
He then directed us to his bedroom.  As I climbed up on the bed, I was
surprised at my calm, somehow resigned to my fate, knowing that the con-man
in Mr.  Jarkot had used me in furtherance of his own sick pleasure and
there was no way he was going to give that up to save me.  Oscar plopped
himself down on the chair, a front row seat to his twin brother's twisted
show.  Neither he nor Matt, who was lost in his own fantasy land, noticed
that Mr.  Jarkot had retrieved a bottle of Jerkins lotion from the bathroom
and placed it nonchalantly on the nightstand.

   Matt hopped up on the bed as I lay down on my back.  Taking up positions
similar to Jimmy and Butch, I quickly found myself face to face once again
with his smooth, creamy white butt cheeks.  I was still clutching the
little plastic bowl and I brought it up and sat it down beside my head.  I
wasn't anxious to get started so I just lay there as Matt giggled and
wagged his hips back and forth in front of my face.  "Hungry?" he asked as
he laughed.  "I hope you like brownies cause I got one cooking just for
you" he added, just before he sat back, his soft butt cheeks mashed against
my face.

   I felt weird.  I knew full well what was going to happen, but was almost
in mechanical mode.  I didn't panic, didn't cry.  I just lay there, hoping
it wouldn't be as bad as I somehow knew it would be.  No longer pleading in
my mind that it wouldn't happen, I was now pleading that it would happen
quickly so it would be over.  Maybe Matt, in his gleeful state, would push
it right out, be done with it and I could spit it out and move on, now just
a couple hours from dad showing up for me.

   Mr.  Jarkot pulled up a chair himself and sat down.  "Whenever you are
ready" he said to Matt, who by then had lifted his butt off my face a few
inches.  "Open my butt cheeks" he demanded, and so I grabbed the pliable
globes and spread them apart, peering at the clean pinkness within.  "When
was the last time you took a shit?" Oscar asked from his chair.  I already
knew the answer to that one because the little jerk had made me lick his
bottom the day before after he had pooped.  "Yesterday" Matt responded,
then added "Too bad cause I could have really filled him up if I hadn't".
Oscar laughed as he said "Matt, you are a sick fuck".

   The room got very quiet as Matt began concentrating on the task at hand.
I could tell he was working his butt muscles because his cheeks were
flexing in my hands and the little pink ring was puckering with each push.
After a couple grunts, with no success, he looked back and said "Lick the
hole some while I loosen up".  Hoping against hope that maybe the little
freak couldn't deliver, I leaned forward and began licking at the tight
ring of flesh.  I was thinking that maybe my licks would tighten him up
some and drive his nasty brownie back in farther.  No such luck.

   Almost as soon as I started licking, his butthole seemed to relax some,
the exact opposite of what I expected.  "Stick your tongue inside, slut
fuck" Matt barked as his hole became looser.  I jabbed my tongue at the
center and it did slip inside.  "Oh, yes, more, push harder" Matt cried
out. I pushed farther, still hopeful that maybe I could get him off with my
mouth and not get a load of poop in the process.  But that's when I felt
it. Maybe an inch inside his hole my tongue hit a firm blockage that could
only be one thing.  And as soon as the familiar bitter flavor hit my taste
buds, I knew I had lost once again.

   I swirled my tongue across the lump once more to confirm my suspicion,
then pulled my tongue out and my face back to watch as Matt once again
began working his butt muscles.  It didn't take long.  And unlike the cat
and mouse that had taken place between Jimmy and Butch, Matt's turd popped
out about an inch and a half and stayed put, sticking out like an oversized
tootsie roll.  "Oh man that stinks you filthy fuck" Oscar said as he
pinched his nose.  And he was right.  The smell was much more powerful than
just his dirty butthole had been the day before.  Matt was giggling now and
his hips were jiggling as he did, causing the smelly tootise roll to bounce
up and down in my face.  "Lick it, slut fuck" he said between laughs.

   I didn't want to lick it, but I did want this to be over, so I leaned
forward and, breathing from my mouth to avoid the nasty odor, lapped
gingerly at the firm, smooth chunk of poop.  Fortunately it was relatively
dry and the taste wasn't much worse than the flavors I had experienced the
day before.  "Is he licking it?" I heard Matt ask as my tongue snaked
across the bottom of his protruding lump of turd.  "Yes and its nasty. 
Hurry up and finish" I heard Oscar reply, his voice nasally from his nose
being pinched.  "OK" Matt said, "Now open wide and get ready for lunch slut
fuck".

   "Well, here it comes" I thought to myself.  It hadn't been too bad so
far and in just a minute or two it would be over hopefully.  I opened my
mouth as wide as I could as Matt started shifting his hips.  Ever so slowly
he raised himself up so he was in more of a sitting position, my hands
still pulling his cheeks apart as he lined himself up with my mouth.  The
turd was still stiffly poking out of his butt and, as he started to sit
himself down, I watched as his butt inched closer and closer to my face,
his poop perfectly aligned with my gaping mouth.  When he was finally fully
seated, the turd parked inside my mouth, my nose pressed tight against his
backside, he reached back, grabbed his own buttcheeks, and began to push.

   The original protrusion was not very large in diameter.  Literally the
size around of a king sized tootsie roll if you have ever seen one of
those. So for the first few seconds, I couldn't feel anything other than my
mouth and nose pressed against Matt's butt.  But as he pushed, and the
protrusion lengthened, I quickly felt it as it first slid along the roof of
my mouth, then hit the back of my throat, which made me gag.  This caused
an unintended consequence of making my jaw rotate, which apparently snapped
off the blooming turd and I felt it fall onto my tongue.  But Matt wasn't
finished and he took a deep breath before he continued squeezing part two
out, a non-stop push that made me acutely aware that, although it hadn't
been very big around, it was indeed very lengthy.

   As Matt bore down one final time, I was becoming very uncomfortable.  As
it entered my mouth, with no place else to go, it began curling up, mashing
into one big, mouth sized pile.  Poop had filled almost every crevice of
the inside of my mouth and, because I was afraid to swallow, saliva was
pooling at the back of my throat and was softening the "brownie" into a
mushy mess.  "Oh man that was good" Matt cried out as he gave one final
grunt and I felt his butt stop flexing.  "I think I filled him pretty good"
he laughed as he wiggled his hips one final time and let go of his butt
cheeks.

   Very quickly, I pushed him up and grabbed the bowl sitting beside my
head.  Turning to the side, I spit out the nasty clumps and as much brown
spit as I could, feeling as if I was on the verge of vomiting.  When I
could spit no more, I actually swallowed and the nasty, bitter, tangy
flavors of Matt's waste, the flavors I had managed to block thus far, were
now fully alive my mouth.  I gagged again, but managed to keep myself from
puking as I swallowed several more times, hoping the taste would go away.

   I put the bowl of brown nastiness on the nightstand beside me and was
just about to try and roll our from under Matt when I heard him say "Your
not finished fuck slut.  Clean my asshole" and as he said this he again
used his own two hands to pry open his butt cheeks.  Fortunately for me,
the poop had indeed been quite dry.  All that remained was a small clump at
the entrance to his butthole.  Dark brown, like the rest had been, I leaned
forward, licked away the eraser sized lump and quickly swabbed the rest of
his butthole with my tongue, then leaned back down and swallowed one more
time.

   Matt raised up, turned himself around so his peepee was in my face, and
grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me towards him.  He was chattering
non-stop to Oscar and Mr.  Jarkot about "The slut fuck toilet boy" and how
he wondered if his "brownie" had been "warm enough" for me.  Giggling like
a little girl, he thrust into my mouth and humped himself in and out very
quickly and in no time he was squirting "cum" into the very same opening
that his poop had been delivered to just moments before.  I was actually
thankful for the runny explosion and swished it around my mouth before I
swallowed it, hoping it would take away some of the poop tastes.

   As soon as he had finished in my mouth, Matt collapsed on his stomach on
the bed next to me.  "Oh man, I am beat" he exclaimed "I can't believe I
actually took a shit in someone's mouth" he added, giggling into the
pillow. Mr.  Jarkot quickly got up and said "You can rest here in my bed
while Oscar and Bryce go in the other room.  You gotta pee yet Oscar?"
Oscar nodded, mumbled something about how sick Matt was and got up and
walked out the door.  I scrambled off the bed myself and followed, glancing
back at a smiling Mr.  Jarkot, who was reaching for the bottle of lotion.
He closed the door as we left.

   In the living room, Oscar took a seat on the couch and told me to kneel
between his legs.  I bent forward and took his limp peepee in my mouth and
waited for the stream to start, licking the head as I did so.  I could tell
Oscar was straining as he tried to get his pee to start, but he was having
some difficulty.  Apparently he didn't have to go too bad.  But about the
same time that we heard Matt's blood curdling scream come from the bedroom
that all changed.  Very quickly.  And I'm not so sure Oscar could have
stopped peeing even if he wanted to as we listened to Matt continue
screaming and begging his father to "please stop, daddy, please stop". 
"Holy shit" Oscar murmured as I swallowed two mouthfuls of his warm piss,
"I guess Matt got his consequence".
   End of part 9.  To be continued.