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Patreon Compilation – Fic#283 – Iwai/Protag – SCAT; hypnosis; voyeurism/exhibitionism – Horrible
🕑 Added 2024-05-01 06:36:31 +0000 UTCIwai/Protag – Protag is absolutely an adult!! – Iwai got hypnotized by Maruki and put into a horrible situation...
PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS FIC CONTAINS VERY GRAPHIC SCAT! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU FEEL LIKE THIS ISN'T FOR YOU!
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“Let me- f-fuck, let me out!” Iwai has his hands curled desperately around the bars of the cage, trying not to slip again. His situation is highly uncomfortable, even without the unsympathetic audience watching him stand there naked; waiting for him to lose the battle.
While the bars of the cage are thick, they start to seriously hurt on his feet as he awkwardly balances on them. He is sure he already has a fair share of bruises on his shins from accidentally slipping a leg between the rungs.
He tries not to look down, but eventually he will have to confront the fact that beneath him, strapped on a table, is… Protag. He has no idea how the young man even got into this mess.
He has no idea how he got into this mess. He remembers vaguely opening the door of his apartment and Maruki standing there… before there is complete darkness and he wakes back up in this cage, naked and with an incredible pressure in his intestines. His stomach is swollen as if he’d been eating non-stop for the past few hours. He feels actually kind of sick with how full he is; like he stopped just shy of his stomach tearing.
He can feel his body struggling to move the whole mess along, filling his guts out bit by bit with waste, all the while a masked audience is watching. They are murmuring amongst themselves, the energy radiating off of them one of badly concealed eagerness.
Iwai tries to tell himself that he has no idea what they’re here for but… it is too obvious. Way too obvious.
He grits his teeth, trying to wait it out, trying to see if something will happen that will save both the young man that he got to know as a part-timer a few years ago, as well as himself.
But… there is nothing to save them from the indignity. The audience is there for the long haul, it seems. They wait hour after hour, watching him become more desperate, more pale, more sweaty as he fights against his own body’s needs.
Hell, Iwai has to start and focus on keeping his asshole clenched tight so nothing will slip out…
“Fuuuuck,” he sobs out, head falling forward, sweat dripping from his nose. His legs are shaking. His body is feeling sick, hot and cold rushing through him and making him feel dizzy.
“I’m… I’m sorry, buddy,” he finally rasps, his voice trembling wildly. Seems like even a hardass guy like himself still gets teary eyed when his dignity is taken away.
He glances down between the bars. Protag looks a cheesy kind of pale. His eyes are brimming with tears as well but he just awkwardly shrugs. What else is he supposed to do? It’s not like Iwai has any hand in this. It’s not like he’s doing this willingly.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! It seems the show is about to begin! Please take your seats and get ready!”
Maruki’s cheerful voice is grating on Iwai. He grabs the bars of the cage harder, arms shaking, trying to hold out even longer just to spite this bastard; just to spite this sick fucking audience that is getting still, waiting with bated breath-
In the end, there is nothing Iwai can do about it, though. His body has to let go. He has to let go. A rough sob rips out of him as he finally starts to go down into a squat. He’s only half-way down before the pressure of his thighs against his swollen stomach, pushes the first turd out of him explosively.
It is the longest shit he’s ever taken; his hole has completely capitulated, not even trying to pinch it off as the waste shoots out of his guts. Eventually it has to break off. It’s a thing of literal seconds, but it all feels so incredibly, excruciatingly long; from the moment his hole opens up to the moment the vile shit hits Protag’s chest with a vaguely wet thump.
A rustling and a low groaning goes through the audience. They get off on this. Of course they do. Iwai tries to hide his sweaty face against his bicep, but there are cameras everywhere around him, recording his shame from every damn angle. Behind him is a huge screen showing his asshole in a close-up; showing how it opens up again for yet more shit, this one slithering out of him at a slower pace.
He has to push it, even; not hard, obviously, but- He actively is shitting now. Shitting on Protag who is beneath him, gagging from the smell and feeling of the first turd that landed on him.
Iwai clenches his eyes closed but there is no denying what he is doing. Not when his treacherous body is reacting eagerly to the relief of his guts, cock fattening into a humiliating erection as he shits more than he ever has in his life.
He’s never been good in school but even he knows that the intestines are fucking long, and it seems like they’re packed with shit throughout. He just… he can’t stop unloading on Protag.
“Fuck… I’m sorry,” he croaks out on half a sob. He is fighting with tears wich is only more humiliating. “Sorry-”
Yet even as he says it, his ass opens up for another turd, slick and crackling as it curls its way out of his body until it breaks off under its own weight. Iwai can hear the thick sound of it hitting Protag beneath him. Some of the waste has dropped off to the ground, but most of it is landing squarely on the poor fucker beneath him.
He can hear Protag struggling not to inhale too much; not to make too much sound so nothing would somehow get into his mouth.
The audience seems absolutely enthralled. Whenever he glances toward the many masked faces pointed toward the both of them, they are literally on the edge of their seats. Some are jerking off to it. Which at least makes all of this somehow make sense. Of course there would be some absolutely disgusting weirdos that would get off on shit like this.
Sweat is dripping freely from his face now. Somehow relieving himself of the pressure in his guts is even more taxing than having had to hold it in the whole time.
His knees are shaking. Iwai is clutching at the cage bars, desperately trying to keep himself somehow upright as he seems to loose the last bit of his dignity and the agency over his own body.
He starts to piss; a fat, dark yellow stream that shoots out from him before he even realizes that he’s had the need to empty himself that way. Despite himself, he opens his eyes and looks down through the bars of the suspended cage.
Iwai watches with sick fascination as he pisses on Protag, dislodging some of the fat turds he’s dropped onto him. He wonders wildly whether he’s doing him some good by pissing on him like a dog… but the moment the thoughts vaguely crawl through his head, he starts to shit again as well.
At the very least, his bowel movement is firm. Is that some kind of solace? Looking down into Protag’s cheesy-pale-green, shell-shocked face, he does not think so. This time as the shit explosively leaves his guts, it is catapulted out by a bout of loud, burbling flatulence.
Iwai groans, biting into his bicep, his knees shaking wildly. The audience laughs softly but when he looks back at them, even more seem to have dug their cocks out, jerking them even more feverishly than before.
His cock is still hard, even after his impromptu piss. His stomach, feeling a lot less full now, gurgles mightily. A cramp briefly digs into his abdomen and he whines high and whistling.
Another turd starts sneaking out of him. It feels like this one could be the last… but it also feels the wettest of them all. It is not quite diarrhea, but it is soft like clay as it snakes its way out of his ass, longer and longer; a goddamn fucking rope descending from his capitulating asshole.
A soft, despaired cry from beneath has Iwai look down to see Protag desperately shaking his head no. Maruki is there, too, still gripping the top of the gurney the poor fucker is lying on. He’s pushed him down some so his face is directly beneath the horrid shit Iwai is expelling.
Iwai can only stare as it starts to touch Protag’s sweating, panicked face. It rolls itself up into a picture perfect pile of shit right there as Protag obviously just… loses his will to fight and stops struggling altogether.
It’s that sight, of all things, that finally pushes Iwai over the edge and he comes without ever having had to touch his cock.
Comments
Cyberrat
I'm glad you like it!!!
Faust
Wow… just…. Wow. In a good way!
