Doodle Story: Roger’s Crappy Night
As you can tell be the cliche name, it's nothing more than a mouse named Roger having a smelly night with a tiger named Samuel while being handcuffed to his bed. Hard scat is involved.
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Doodle Story: Roger's Crappy Night
The smelly tiger giggled deviously once he handcuffed the yellow rodent's right foot to one of the poles resting against the foot of the bed. Then he grabbed the mouse's other foot, which was also handcuffed around his Achilles Tendon and clamped that against the other side of the foot of the bed. His hands were also restricted as well, handcuffed to the poles that the headboard consisted of. All in all, the yellow mouse was helpless to the tiger, unable to do anything but scream and holler and hope that someone would come to his aid. Of course, that would only be the case if the rodent was in actual danger. The tiger's name was Samuel, and the yellow mouse in front of him was his boyfriend Roger. Both of them were naked, and Samuel could see that his lover had a long phallus, which was slowly beginning to grow and point at the ceiling diagonally. Roger never tried bondage before, but he was seriously beginning to like where this was going. There was just something about lying helpless and tied-up in front of your "captor" that made this whole situation arousing. It was the thrill of not knowing what Samuel was going to do next that intrigued him. All sorts of images were going through his mind right now. Was he gonna pee all over his abdomen? Was he gonna shit all over his dick and then suck it dry? Or perhaps he was going to give him the notorious Cleveland Steamer, and smear all his shit around his chest and torso with his ass cheeks. Maybe Samuel wanted to keep it simple, and just wanted to sit on Roger's face, force the mouse to inhale the musky odor of his foul buttocks. Maybe he was going to give him a pawjob after peeing in his paws and using the sterile yellow fluids as lubricant. A footjob would be nice too; Roger hadn't had one of those in a while, and Samuel's stinky, warm footpaws would feel nice around his cock. As he thought all of these dirty, some would say repugnant, forms of kinky sex-play, his boner became harder, and he couldn't wait for his boyfriend any longer. He whimpered and tried to break free from his restraints, unable to cope with the anticipation any longer. Samuel jumped onto the bed and purred as he started to crawl towards his boyfriend's face.
"Don't worry honey; I know how impatient you are. I won't keep you waiting."
Roger smiled widely when the tiger turned around and wiggled his ass right above his face. The mouse desperately tried to break out of the handcuffs again so he could glomp Samuel's funky butt before he sat down on his face. The tiger sighed heavily and moved his rump backwards and forwards, smearing some of the dried-up dung in his ass crack all over Roger's nose. The mouse squeaked with ecstasy before he twitched and his cock grew just a little more. Samuel could see Roger's dick throbbing and jolting a bit before a little bit of pre oozed out of the head of it. The tiger wiggled his rump in Roger's face again, smothering the rodent with the stench of his buttocks. He noticed that his nose was a bit cold, and decided it was only fair to warm him up, so he passed gas and sighed after relaxing his bowels. The mouse squeaked again, and twitched as well. However, the feline still had much gas bottled up inside his colon, and it was only fair that he shared all of it with his mate, so he did. Samuel raised his tail and released a squeaky, loud fart for five seconds before he stopped to take a breather. Two seconds later, he grunted and blew more foul ass gas into Roger's face, giggling as he felt the air tickling his anus on its way out. Samuel sighed and shook his rump in the mouse's face again, making sure all the flakes of shit rubbed off into his nose and mouth. The tiger didn't pause in-between farts anymore; he started to let 'em all rip without hesitation, knowing that Roger would appreciate every second of it. He felt another steamy fart coming out of his asshole and grunted as the blazing hot air soared out of his ass in a matter of seconds, instantly filling up the scent of the room with pungent shit. Of course, being Viletopian and all, their house was already stinky in the first place, and there were old shit stains all over the bed sheets and carpet. Still, Roger and Samuel could definitely tell how fetid that one fart the tiger released was, and welcomed it. He let out another one, a short, soft one that ended abruptly, before another hot one came out of his tailhole. It was so loud that Samuel thought someone was farting in his own ear, and he could smell the odor of his messy anus. Samuel looked down at his groin and noticed that he too, had a long boner, and was contemplating pawing off. However, his primary concern was pleasing Roger, not himself, so he'd just save that for next morning if Roger didn't feel like having butt sex. Samuel leaned forwards a bit and let out a wet fart that moistened Roger's nostrils and filled the room with the odor of freshly cracked rotten eggs. Roger still hadn't ejaculated yet, and decided that maybe it was his turn to do some work.
"You know Roger, you haven't cleaned up my ass in quite a while. Perhaps you should change that?"
Samuel got off of the rodent so he could look down at Roger, who nodded vigorously and stuck out his tongue. The tiger squatted again instead of sitting down on Roger's face before he felt the warm and wet lingua glide up and down his tailhole. Samuel murred again and noticed that his erection was growing, but he still fixated on pleasing Roger, no one else. Besides, once his tailhole was clean and lubricated once more, he could give Roger a nice, crunchy midnight snack before bed. So the mouse resumed licking the tiger's rank asshole, inserting his tongue into his anus and moving his lingua around the rectal walls, collecting some of the dried dung that was still attached to walls. Samuel gave Roger a little gift and broke more wind so he could taste the scat that would soon follow. The fart burned Roger's eyes and practically made them water, but he just smiled again and licked vigorously. He moved his tongue up and down several times, collecting all the shit crumbs that weren't smeared onto his face and up his nose before Samuel passed more gas, and turned around and grinned once he saw his boyfriend's facial expression. Roger actually began to cough from the peppery odor and his eyes were actually watering now, but Samuel thought nothing of it, assuming they were tears of joy. The rodent moved his head upwards and inserted his entire face deep into Samuel's ass crack, using his tongue to pick up as much slurry and dried flakes as he could. He was licking so much that drool was falling onto the bed sheets and down his chin. He murred and closed his eyes before he finally felt something hard and gasped once he heard the tiger's stomach churn. Samuel groaned and held his stomach before he lifted his tail and blew more gas into the mouse's face.
"So...you ready for your midnight snack?"
"Oh Sam, you know there's no need to even ask that!"
"I just hope you don't mind the taste of peppers...kinda went crazy today at the Mexican restaurant."
"I was wondering what that smell was."
The tiger scooted a little closer to the mouse's face and began to grunt as he squatted over his mouth. Roger opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, waiting for the giant log of tiger shit to fall into his mouth and descend into his gullet. Roger saw his ring bulge outwards a little and expand, revealing the chunky brown projectile. However, once Samuel sighed, the ring closed back up and the smelly log of feces disappeared into his rectum again. Luckily, Samuel had been eating a lot of fiber, so it only took a few more seconds before he was grunting again and the rodent could see the shit oozing its way out of the feline's dirty asshole. He kept his mouth open, waiting for it to plop onto his tongue, rattling his handcuffs and panting loudly. Samuel passed a little more gas, and then it fell, landing directly in Roger's mouth. His eyes grew wide once the lumpy excrement grazed his tongue and the back of his throat before he swallowed it whole and gulped loudly. Samuel exhaled and let his bowels do the rest, squatting as another long log of shit began to squeeze out of his tailhole. It plopped into Roger's mouth, but he made sure he chewed this piece so he could savor the dirty, fetid flavor. He was starting to wish that Samuel had switched back to his original diet with meat and held it in as long as he could. His shit was always the stinkiest when it was all slimy. Of course, since he was eating so much fiber now, he farted twice as much during the day, so at least there was that. Roger swallowed the shit before he looked up and noticed that a dollop of dung plopped onto his face; his mouth was still closed so he didn't catch it. The tiger grunted again and released an airy fart before several small balls of shit about the same size as the previous one landed on Roger's face. Some got into his mouth while other landed on his face or the bed. One of them even managed to get itself on the floor. Roger gasped and opened his mouth as another large dollop plopped into his maw before he shut his mouth and chewed it all with a trail of drool going down his mouth.
Samuel bent over a little and spread out his ass cheeks with his paws before Roger saw the mother of all shit logs. The tiger was squeezing out what seemed to be an endless log of feces that would've coiled all around Roger's nose if his mouth hadn't been opened. The mouse opened his mouth and started to swallow the giant piece of shit with glee, sucking it out of Samuel's asshole like it were a noodle. The rodent didn't know when Samuel would stop; the log of shit really did seem endless. More importantly, it tasted spicy to Roger for some very odd reason. Probably all those damn peppers, thought Roger as he continued to slurp. Suddenly, Samuel bent over even further and shouted as he released the rest of the defecation with a hard push. It shot out of his ass so fast Roger practically choked on it as he swallowed it all. He also noticed that Samuel let out another vile, wet fart in the process. The sound of it was so nasty that Roger shouted with euphoria. The next thing Samuel knew, the mouse was coating his wall with his spooge, not that there weren't dozens of semen stains on the walls already. The tiger watched as Roger's penis throbbed and fired its load all over the place in a series of squirts before it finally settled down and became limp again. Samuel sighed with relief and fell on top of Roger, turning around and laying on his stomach, watching him gobble away on the massive foot-long he just dropped into his mouth. The tiger picked up one of the dung balls that missed Roger's mouth and bit it in half, before chuckling and shoving the other half down Roger's maw. Then they kissed each other, their half-balls of shit colliding with each other and swarming through the other's mouth. Roger could always taste that hint of garlic on Samuel's breath, even with all the shit in his mouth. He craved it like it was a drug. Samuel seemed to react the same way, and loved kissing Roger whenever his mouth was shitty and dirty, and his breath smelled horrible. Both of them stopped kissing after six seconds and looked into each other's eyes, before Samuel chuckled.
"I love you so much, Samuel."
"I love you too."
"Just make sure you don't ever stop eating garlic."
"You know I won't."
Samuel rested his head on Roger's chest and sighed again before he closed his eyes. Roger was about to do the same thing, but then he remembered that he still had his feet and hands handcuffed to the bed.
"Uh, Samuel?"
Samuel didn't respond, and Roger rattled the handcuffs a little, trying to get free.
"Samuel?"
The tiger answered the rodent by passing gas in his sleep and filling the room with the stench of hydrogen-sulfide. Roger merely stared at his boyfriend and shook his head as he smiled. Then he planted his head on the pillow and closed his eyes as well. He wasn't very comfortable, but that was the point of bondage after all. Besides, maybe this was a good thing. In the morning, he'd still be handcuffed to the bed, and Samuel could have his way with him yet again. ...Maybe he can give me that footjob after all, thought Roger before passing out.