I've had another fantasy lately of some posh and prim boy who refuses to accept the depraved things happening around him. Maybe he's a butler hired by a rich family to take care of their slob son in whatever way he wants and he just cant bare the smell of or look or taste of him. The son obviously gets off to the disgusted scowls thrown at him, a fact his family was obviously aware of, otherwise they wouldnt have specifically chosen the guy out.
Okay yeah. ME. Do this to me.
Getting hired by some fucked up rich family. I'm a well-trained butler so I understand discretion. Hence why I got hired. These people can't have just anyone running around their home filled with very *ahem* sensitive activities. I knew there would be some... odd, happenings, but hw could I have expected this?
The first issue I faced was walking in on the two sisters in an, how else to say this... impassionate embrace... eager, drool-dripping tongues desperately seeking shelter in each other's hot, opened mouths. One woman's br-breasts pressed hard again her siblings after they had apparently lifted there tops up enough to let their ample bosoms free, fabric bunched up by their hickie littered necks and shoulder. One sister frantically fingered the other's squirting cunt, and the other fingered her sister's plush asshole as her twitching clit dribbled into her palm.
I was disgusted! I screamed at them to cease at once! The two women just looked at me and giggled, both gleefully dumping more drool onto their exposed ti- erm, bosoms, before pressing them together even harder, making them slip about obscenely. Spreading their legs wider to show me what their holes looked like after being prepped only to clench around nothing...
I ran off to tell their father whom I found grunting and sweating, teeth gritted, his glazed eyes rolled back in his head as he furiously humped his blue-ribbon winning show dog he had paid six times my wages to acquire. He had already bloated this thing's stomach to the point it touched the floor even when the large breed was standing so his still full (how?) uhhhh testicles, were making the most awful sound as they slapped the poor mutt over and over. The color in my face drained, how could this be happening! I knew I'd encounter some dubious behavior in this household, but this is ridiculous! Maybe the mother has some sense!
I knew she'd be in the stables... I ran as fast as I could, forced open the heavy wooden door and nearly fainted! There she was, getting carved out by a stallion cock comparable to the size of a small tree. I can't take this! Filth! Nothing but filth!! But just as I turn to leave, I feel something wrap over my face, an odd odor, and then-
I wake up in the father's office, same room in which my initial interview took place. I'm cuffed to an ornate chair and on the other side is the man of the house, his cheeks red and hands shaking. He clears his throat but the quiver in his voice is obvious. What was that sound? My head is killing me...
"So... mmph, you've seen some of my families, erm, less savory habits..." I shivered. Had I seen too much? I should've known they wouldn't simply let me leave after all that. Is someone choking in the hall?? No... that sound is in the room... but-
"Therefore, you can't just be -uuunnh- fired for failing to meet our - mmmph, oooh- standards-mmph", is he... no, his hands are folded on the desk, so what's... "Listen, I'll cut you a d-deal, mmph. I had hoped you'd make a good house butler but -aah- but barring that, perhaps you can be useful to -ooooh- my son. Ugh, dad needs you throat to be tighter honey, mm, there you go~"
They have a son? I've never seen a son during my travels in the manor or on the grounds. Granted it's a large- wait dad needs what now-
My eyes are wide and confused as his lose focus, no longer caring about my presence in favor of reaching his hands down below the desk where I cannot see. He rise from his chair to swing his hips back and forth and wet slapping noise fills the room. He grunts obscenely and I look away but I can't fully escape, he's getting pleasure from- from his-
"Ooooooh, yesssss~ good slut, a good throat pussy for dad~ phew!" He crumples back into his chair and the two sisters' reveal themselves from under the desk. Or well, one seems nearly unconscious, likely the one who was... pleasuring him judging by the evidence, dribbling from her chin and resting on her breasts. Her arm slung over her siblings' shoulders as she helped her out of the room. I shake my head clear, willing myself to not imagine how they had managed to make the one woman's throat "tighter"...
I'm snapped back to my predicament when the father speaks again.
"Ermph, yes, so, phew~ Six months. Mm, you'll have six months to give my son a proper release and then you can leave here with a stellar review and connections that could take so much farther than being in the serving class the rest of your days, hm? A simple request, yes?"
My jaw is slack for a moment; I need to get out of this... and I don't see many options.
So, I just have to get this brat to cum once, within a six-month window? That's almost too good to be true! I should be out of here before the end of the night! Right...?
It takes all my strength to force his door open, and I'm hit by a wall of stench I couldn't even bring myself to enter! I only stumbled forward because his father shoved me and slammed the door behind me... I hope that sound wasn't him locking- yeah, okay. It's locked...
Great... I gag a little and pull my jacket up to cover my nose. It's dim in here, and oddly hazy. The room is large, almost more like an apartment, unsurprising given the family's status. Every surface I peer at looks smeared with grease; curly strands of hairs caught in it... I'm afraid to go any further but then I feel something tickling my legs, I look down and-
Ah fuck- roaches!! They're everywhere, crawling up my legs! I start jumping and kicking, occasionally hearing the crunch of one as my feet come down on their durable bodies. I stumble, reach out to catch myself on an end table just to slip when my hand hits a slick spot, and crash to the floor. I expect to hear a *thud* but it's more like a *splat* as I slam down on something about half the length of my body... it's sticky, clinging to my front from my chin to my hips... what is this?
It's yellowy, chunky, smells like... no, oh no no no, it can't be...? I stare down at my uniform in horror, I think I've fallen onto a discarded- how do I say this-? Semen, the young master must have collected for a long time only to release it as a sizable compacted, erm, chunk... Shit, no wonder this guy can't c-uhm, relieve himself very often... if he gets this backed-up it's a wonder he can still, uhm, "produce" at all... Oh I'm so tired of this place...
The musk of this crushed up wad is so strong I can practically taste it and I feel sick... I really hope his, uh, length is better smelling than this...
I pick myself up on shaky legs and wander the rest of the room, platters and plates are strewn about, roaches and flies gathered around to eat what's left to rot. To my increasing horror the insects I spot just seem to be getting bigger the deeper I enter the space... I stumble into more chunks of semen and towels/sheets/curtains/and what I assume were a cloth for a banquet table just absolutely petrified with, ugh, moving on. With each careful step I take I get closer to the sounds of an animal grunting and maybe a tub faucet gurgling and water sloshing as it's filled? Like... if an aggressive stray was fighting off someone intending on giving it a bath? Surely that can't be right...
I peak around a corner, cautious and nauseous, afraid of what lays ahead... and there the young man is, he's sitting in some in a "gamer" chair but most of the screens in front of him are littered with porn I'm too embarrassed to describe. He's taller than I expected... and I can tell from here that all the noises I was hearing are coming from him but even so I still can't believe it. I know he's grunting but what is causing the wet, 'sloshing'???
I take a few steps closer and shift to the side so I can see him more clearly in the light of his monitors, my face pales as my heart sinks and I feel like my stomach will evacuate my very body... He isn't tall. What I thought was his head between his shoulders was really the head of his member, a member nearly as long as I stood tall... it protruded out from under his ample stomach, one hand was tugging it pulling at the thing until it curved over his belly, his other fist was sunk as deeply as it could go into his opening.
"C'mon, hhrrng, c'mon, c'mon- OOUGH- URGH- fuck... c'moooon, c-mon-hnnggg", he was grunting and mumbling to himself, eyes glued to the screen as he dug around inside his cock head furiously. Chunks of, sigh, smegma fell onto his hairy covered chest and clung there. I opened my mouth to say something, but what the hell should I say? And before I could decide, he gasps hotly and groaned in what I can only describe as victory when thick, tar like globs finally dribbled from his dick and again, onto his, erm, pronounced pecs...
"Fuck, my pre is getting way too thick... so annoying..." That's his what now...?!
I stare aghast... this can't be happening. I clearly underestimated the situation but come on! How am I supposed to pleasure a, uurg, member this big! I can't, you know, it won't... It won't fit! Okay! It won't fit! And even if I c-could... his balls really are just packed with straight up cement! My body would before I could mil- massage it out of him!! Fucks sake I'm losing my mind, what the fuck am I doing here!!! This is so unbecoming of a butler of my station!!! I get I'm of a lower class but I'm damn good at what I do and what I do is not this!!! How do I get out of-
"Oh heyyyy~ Dad said something about getting me a personal servant... huh... you're not really my type but I guess you're better than nothing."
My brain shorts... This fucking slob has the audacity to say I'm not up to his standar-
"Anyway, get over here and- hm... what should I have you do first? You look pretty fresh. Kinda uptight... head game is probably shit. Come lick my arm pits clean! Can you handle that?"
This brat. This fucking brat with his stupid smirk, nasty, nasty pervert!! How dare he talk to me this way! I want to scream but my years of training (and quiet hope this isn't going to be the rest of my life) has my body moving on auto pilot. My face is beat red from both humiliation and fury. I'll show him... I mean. I mean that I'll- I'll- I'll make him blow his filthy, worthless load all over his pathetic, decrepit room and leave him whining and begging for me to do a lot more than- uh- then li- lick his- oh fuck what am I doing...???
I snap out of my thoughts when he releases his massive meat slab, letting it swing and smack his taut, oversized balls and the floor with enough force I wince on his behalf. There's a gnarly crunch and I realize his head crushed a roach about six inches in length. I stare at the spot on the floor where some of its legs and exoskeleton are stuck and let my eyes follow his still waving dick only to notice the twitch of an antennae clinging to his foreskin. I stepped as hard as I could on those roaches and I'm sure each one is still skittering about... he slapped it with his dick once and it was obliterate-
"Hellooo~ What are we paying you for? Look man I get I'm impressive but trust me, you can't handle all this yet, let's get you eased in, eh? Now licky-licky, show me you're worth my time!" I turn and blink at him dumbly... what is happening. My mouth opens and closes wordlessly, and my eyes finally lock onto where he wants my tongue... It's a wild mess of clumped up, damp looking dark hair. I gulp...
Okay, okay, I can do this. Win him over. Make him orgasm. Then leave. Easy. Easy. When was the last time he was even touched by another person? I bet this is a ploy. He knows the deal. He knows he'll be sensitive so he's keeping me at a distance still... wants me around for longer. Two can play at that game. I know underarms is an erogenous zone, yeah, if I really commit, he might cum just from this... yeah, yeah, I can do this. I can make this all end before it even begins.
He has both arms up and folded behind his head. I lean in and the stench makes me reflexively lurch back.
"Hah, if you can't stomach this, no way are you gonna be able to service my cock and balls!" I gulp again, force myself to breathe through my mouth despite how the rancid air feels in my throat, I lean in again awkwardly placing one hand on his sweat soaked chair and desperately trying to stop my body from making contact with his, large, well side boob that's spilling into my way. I want as little contact with him as I can get away with... I squeeze my eyes shut, put out my tongue and get a mouthful full of sweat and hair. I gag and try to spit as many strands out as I can but then there's a pressure on the back of my head and- mmph, mmmMMPH-!!!
"Here, I'm gonna help you, you gotta relax man..." I can hear the smirk in hs tone, bastard!! Bastard!!!! He has his big, weighty arms folded down and wrapped around my head shoving my mouth as tightly as it can get to his pit. My screams are muffled both by his flesh and by the amount of hair clogging my throat; my hands slip across his heated skin until one gets caught somewhere warm and sticky, he grunts.
"Heh, ugh yeah, dig around in my nipple a little before you pass out, mmph, maybe you won't be completely useless afterall!! Unf!" No, no, no I don't to! But it's like it's sucking my arm deeper the more I struggle to pull it out. I'm up my elbow by the time I run out of air, eyes rolling back as I faint. He releases me and I slip to the floor, gravity forcing my arm out of his boob with a sickening SLURRRRP-POP noise I at least don't have to hear. Though my soaked hand slaps my face when I hit the ground and roaches lick it all off me in my sleep. I wake up to a roach "tongue" buried in my mouth...
I don't have many options still. The young master has let me become more practiced at cleaning off the underneath of his arms and "boy boobs" is one of the many terms he's demanding I use... but that isn't enough to make him orgasm and I know it. He's such a bastard he makes me beg to touch his cock instead of just letting me when we both know it's my job. But jacking off a cock this large seems impossible... so I try to be a little creative.
This time I don't ask permission, why should I! I climb onto his lap unprompted and straddle the top of his member while facing him. His stomach presses against my t-dick in a way I refuse to admit feels pleasant... his dick twitches at the contact with my hot, swollen slit... I hate how weird my body is getting with all this on and off stimulation, I haven't been able to orgasm myself since entering this room. Not that I want to! I'm just saying it's frustrating, and confusing... and, whatever, I just need to get this over with.
I'm getting the idea that the young master has an ego almost as big as his filth encrusted cock, so, I'll play into it. I take as deep of a breath as I dare and begin my act...
"I, hrrm, uh... I know you're way too- too big for me b-but..." I bite my lip, urging myself to commit, to go on with it! "But... I just need to feel it, however I can, I w-want to feel your throbbing, mm, cock-" Another repugnant term he insists I say out loud. Often. I keep humping against him, rolling my hips so that my pussy coats his bush and base as much as it can. I can hear his breath hitch... that's it. When was the last time you were even near a cunt, huh? Fucking brat- what the fuck-!
I'm grinding against his dick when an alarmingly large fly lands on his face and pushes something like a penis (???) into his mouth. He gulps it down readily and I can see it in his throat as the insect thrusts... I gag at the way it distends rhythmically as he swallows down whatever is getting pushed through it. My hips still, I'm yet again distraught by the situation, what the hell do I do with this fucker? I drop my face into his sweaty, hairy cleavage and ask myself if I can keep humping him while he's blowing a fucking bug, my answer is no, but as I move to push myself off of him he gasps and suddenly something is tugging my hair, his hand, pulling my head up until he's able to smash his mouth against mine. I wish I had had the sense to keep my lips pressed together...
He's sloppily kissing me, chunks of things sliding off his tongue and onto mine, occasionally something is crushed between his teeth and a burst of sour/saltiness splashes into the kiss. I feel tears prick my eyes as they roll back into my head, I will myself to stay conscious only because he's grunting hotly and rutting up into me in a way he never has before. Maybe this will be it...?
He's clawing at my ass and helping drag my aching cunt up and down the top of his shaft, I hope it's enough stimulation. His balls are growling so loud I can barely hear the sound of my cunt squelching, which is a relief in two ways. I hate how wet my pussy has become through all this and maybe... just maybe(?!) that inhumanly large nutsack is finally about the spew it's backed-up surplus of fermented ball batter... I try to make a show for him, moaning like a slut as- oh fuck- was that ugh-guh uuuh- maggot?? Did I just swallow a-
I squeal in horror, but he just kisses me harder, his cock bouncing menacingly behind me slapping up against my ass and pushing me tighter against his gut, 'if he cums, it's worth it' I think to myself, slurping down more soft-bodied larva, pumping my hips faster- faster- faster- he's gotta cum- please? Please just cum. Gotta cum. He's- gonna- unf- gonna- uuuuhn~ gonnaaaa~ I'm gonna~ no- no no- nonono--! Not me---!!! Not- uuung- gonnnna- oooooh~ cummmm~ OOOOUGHHH~~~!
I tried to push him away, but my limbs were already so sore and weak, I made a mess of his already nasty crotch fuzz and happy trail. When he let my limp body slip off of him and toward the floor our strings of drool broke first, but the strings of cum connecting our pubes was thicker, more pronounced and instead of pulling apart they just laid in cool threads along his plush thigh and still pulsing ball I slipped across on my way to the floor beneath.
My cheek and chest and arms rested in his perpetual pool of sweat that spills out from under him, it stung my eyes, but I was too weak to drag myself out of it. Never mind that I couldn't as he grabbed my calf before I could fall further, he entangled my leg and his, pinning me so he could still easily reach my holes. His thick fingers played with my cunt mercilessly, keeping me overstimulated, he decided it was funny the way I'd whimper and squeak every time he let one of those scarily big flies land on my exposed slit. It tickled in a way that made my stomach turn, which just reminded me there are small squirming bodies writhing in there. I begged him to just stop it, just molest me in a normal way, please! I don't want his bugs touching me anymore. He made some sort of noise between a sneer and a chuckle before he let the fly land one more time, only to finger it into my entrance! Crushing it against my quivering walls, using its mangled body as lube to go deeper and faster~~~ forcing me to cum again and again until I blacked out...
He said I was getting hotter, which sparked a little hope in my growing chest. The more he sees me as attractive the sooner, he'll cum, yeah? Makes sense, right? So I don't worry as much about my once flat chest filling up with fly eggs... the young master likes squeezing them out of me, which makes his dick hard! That's a good thing... it's a good thing if his dick is haaaaarrrRRGH-
Sorrryyyyy he's been eating me out every day this past week, by which I mean making me crawl up onto his shoulders and basically sitting on his face until his whole head slips further and further into my cunt... heh heh... I'sh good because it makes his dick bob up and down violently and I can grab it by his cheese filled foreskin and pull it towards my egg packed boy boobs and scrub his head raw with them while trying to eat out his piss slit as good as he eats pussyyy~~~!!!! OOOOOUGHHH~~!!!
Aaaaaaw~~~ the young master made me cum again, nooooooo~~~ I wanna make him cummmmm- uhm- right, yeah... cause then I can leave... Shit. Right. Fuck it's getting harder to think when he's messing my body up like th-that, ung, g-gross... I try to slide off his head but suddenly his hand is prying it way into my gaped-out hole, sliding in all the way up until he can brutally finger my tuuuuuuuube~~~ while he licks my woooooooomb with his maggot breath~~~ my nasty master's tongue is so gooooooood- oops...
His cock slipped out of my grip and slammed the floor again, rattling the room, there was another crunch or two and as his swung back up I could see it had killed my roaches... I waited for it to lose momentum and grabbed his stretch skin again, pulled it close and did something I never have before... I stuffed his whole head in my mouth!!!
I didn't know I could... he seemed shocked too the way he thrashed inside my bucket cunt (not allowed to call it anything else until he decides I can) I just felt compelled to clean the insect guts off of it... like a good butler... I'm a good butler, SLRRRP, GHLRK, SHLCK, SPPPLSH, SHLRRRRUP
I've been serving the young master none stop, I didn't know a dick could be so well cleaned and yet still this disgusting. It didn't matter that I learned how to take him balls deep in my throat, he seemed greaser than ever. No matter how often I tongue bathe his balls his hair is still littered with roach and fly eggs. Scrubbing his plush donut hole daily doesn't reduce the puddle of sweat we make either...
Even stirring up his nipples with my fattened t-dick isn't enough to keep them from bulging with larva, maybe I just need a bigger dick?? But I'm not sure what is making my cock bigger? So, I guess I just wait... wait... what am I waiting for??
I stare at my twitching hard on trying to remember what I was thinking about as the young master holds me against his chest, on top of his gut, one hand trying to keep his dick lined up with my stretched-out cunt long enough the tip might pop in...
Oh, that's right! I was thinking about the best way to take proper care of my charge! He's such a needy young man... Needs sooooooo much time and attention. It's a shame his family doesn't help him more but that's okay! I'll give him some heirs that would happily tend to their father just as I do... yes... yes, that's right, that's what we're doing tonight, producing proper heirs... we've birth lots of nymph and larva, but that isn't enough. I'm so ashamed in fact that haven't ridden my charges dick even once this whole time!!
And why was that? I love his cock so much... all I want is to be bred by his perfect, rotting ballsnot... hopefully all this work I've done has loosened it up enough it'll squeeze out his piss hole and into my fertile bucket cunt... that is why I've been here this whole time, right? So hard to rememb- OOOUUUGHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!!
His tip is in and I'm sooooo full, his strong arms wrap around me and force me down on it, sliding it in deeper, I can hear he's groaning through gritted teeth... I feel so bad for still being too tight for him, maybe if he punches my womb nightly that will- OOOOUGHHHHHUUUUUU!!!
Oh, his hands must have slipped, and his cock swung and slammed the floor again, but my swollen womb and infested boy tits broke my fall, I barely felt it, I feel worse for the roaches that get crushed up every time, poor babies never learn. Their limbs feel nice twitching against my body... I finger some into my nipples before I remember what I should be doing, taking care of young master's cock~~~
He's grabbing my calves so I lock my knees and let him push and pull me up and down his cock as fast as he can manage. Meanwhile I push my leaky egg bags up to add extra pressure to his cock head when it distends my belly. My womb shivers each time he stretches it to its limit, or maybe that's the roach wings fluttering as their dad disturbs their favorite hangout spot. I know he's crushing some up into my ovaries but that's okay!! More lube!!! We need as much as we can get because we'll be like this for days, maybe weeks! However long it takes for every last rancid cum log to get pushed out of my beloved master's cock- AAAARRROOOUGHHHHHHHUUUUUHHHHHH!!!!!
Two weeks and a day later*
Turns out my young master had started cumming the second he entered my bucket cunt <33333333 I was so happy when he admitted that to me!!! But it's taken fifteen days for him to push out his cum! Can you believe that?? He's so hot 😍
He's just been grunting and struggling and pushing the massive cum log, inch by inch by inch, clawing at my legs and ass when he decided he needed to be fully hilted inside me the rest of his drawn-out orgasm. I came just from feeling my stomach swelling with the mass of congealed, infested, filthy smegma being forced into painfully slowly~~~! Anything for young master!!! I live to serve his cock~~!
It was on the fifteenth day that his balls actually looked like a halfway reasonable size, no longer littered with bulging veins as they seized up every two to six minutes. They were kind of deflated even, saggy and squishy to the touch aside from an occasional bulge from a bug still somehow alive in there and unsure what to do with all the room it has now...
I, on the other hand, had a hard, rounded, lumpy, and straining stomach. I could cum just from pressing down on the spot where my ovaries throbbed, pushed too close to my skin from all the thickened dick slop. My charge had just fallen asleep, exhausted from emptying his nuts for the first time in what may have been two or three years, he had lost track. I hope he never has to do that again; my young master should drain balls inside me at least once a month... I wonder if I can convince him of this... I'm plotting it out in my mind and squirting on his still semi hard dick when his father walks in...
"Well, it seems you failed to make him cum in the time I allowed. A day late and buck short as they say- hah! I won't make you stay but I'm sure as hell not wasting my money on you. Understood? I'll be hiring a proper, useful butler for the rest of my family, you can just stay here as a toy for my hapless son, or- you remember where the door is, right? Feel free to see yourself out."
I humped my hard cock into my master's gaping dick slit despite the awkward shape of my massive smeg packed gut and some guy is just standing there talking and watching us~ what a pervert~ I hate perverts... good thing my master is such a perfect gentleman... I hope he can forgive my predilections... I just can't hold myself back around him...
