Leather Skin Biker

After my first meeting with scatboy, we made plans to get together soon to hang out, and see what happened. In the meantime, we communicated about the logistics, details. It’s not particularly easy to plan a scene two weeks out. What it can come down to is things not timing out correctly for feeding. That is where spending time together really helps, because when the planets are aligned correctly, there you are, right where you need to be. With scatboy, the nice thing was that I was getting to know him as a person and I enjoyed his company, so it wasn’t all shit, all the time. Granted, we spent a lot of time talking about it and planning for it, but we did all kinds of other things too.

scatboy was very fond of sushi, so we went out for sushi the first time we spent a block of time together. We would also go out for Chinese. scatboy liked “clean” foods, the cleaner the better. He liked to avoid greasy, fatty foods in favor of fish, chicken, and such. scatboy had some GI idiosyncrasies that definitely presented challenges to us. I, as the dom top feeder had to work toward making good quality shit for him, and he had to be in the right place psychologically and physically in order to be able to eat. It was with scatboy that I learned to appreciate the complexities, and the planning that can go into a good feeding. I credit scatboy with helping me gain that education.

This whole notion of producing quality shit is purely subjective, of course. Suffice to say that my goal was to make the firmest, densest turds that I could, with as little gas in them as possible. To that end, I would carb load and take Immodium to help dry out my system, and help me to create bigger logs. I would begin altering my regular diet as far in advance as five days prior to the planned feeding. I would stop drinking coffee, which tends to send me right to the bathroom. I bought plenty of baked goods, and ate spaghetti, pasta, breads, etc. This, of course, was not a good diet for me, and I normally don’t eat all those carbs, but I was doing this for a different reason. I was trying to make shit of which I could be proud, that scatboy would enjoy. I don’t think this aspect of scat is appreciated by the casual observer.

In my efforts to avoid bowel movements, and to save my shit up for scatboy, I ran the risk of making things too dry, which could lead to constipation. There is a fine line that I tried to tread between too dry and too wet. Some dom top feeders, of course, don’t care what consistency their shit is. They just tell the bottom eater that he is going to eat whatever he’s given, end of story. Me being me, I didn’t approach it that way. I put a lot of thought and effort into creating “perfect” logs for him.

I want to describe the hours and minutes leading up to feeding, because it was an incredibly heady period of time. Keep in mind that I would have spent Friday night with scatboy, then all day Saturday, and by Saturday evening, I may have felt it could happen. Like most people, if I pay attention, I do have some sense of how soon I’m going to be able to move my bowels. It’s not an exact science, but I could tell if it could happen. And once I felt it could happen, then it was a matter of making sure that scatboy was ready and able. There were times his GI system would not allow him to perform the act he desired so intensely. The whole process between us was time intensive, cooperative, and involved a very intimate level of communication with one another.

So once I sensed I would be able, I would tell scatboy. His eyes would light up and he would get a big grin on his face. Part of our routine became making a run to the Walgreens for snacks for the evening. If that doesn’t seem to fit, keep in mind that we, like most people who partake of weed, tend to get the munchies at some point. We would spend a good deal of time studying our options for snacks, striving to achieve that perfect balance between salty snacks and sweet snacks. Chocolate chip cookies were always on the list, and often ice cream was as well. And lest I neglect to mention it, all the newer flavors of Doritos were always on my wish list. And no small bags—we would get the large bag. I distinctly recall having the guacamole flavor Doritos more than once. scatboy would make a point of having Irish whiskey for me, since I am quite fond of it, and in recognition of my ethnic heritage, which is Irish, German, and English.

There was one time that scatboy surprised me with a cigar. he is especially fond of having his dom top feeder smoking a gar while feeding him. This is slightly embarrassing, but truth be told, scatboy was the one who taught me how to smoke a cigar. I had never had one prior to his teaching me. So I will, once again, give credit where credit is due. I can still picture the bottle of Irish whiskey and the cigar sitting on the table at his apartment, where he would put them out for me.

With the snacks in the house, the whiskey, and the cigar, we could move closer to the main event. Part of the process of preparing for a feeding was to watch some scat porn. scatboy had lots of videos, including some he made of himself. This was actually a source of some discussion and negotiation between me and scatboy. Not so much the watching of his amateur scat videos, but the question of his taping me feeding him. He seemed keenly interested in creating this record of the event, but I was not comfortable at first with the idea of him taping it. In time my comfort level would grow, and he would tape an entire feeding. So we had the videos to help get our minds in the right place. Then scatboy would line up the music, and get that ready. Music was a very important element in our scat scenes. scatboy liked to integrate some pretty edgy music into the scene, which definitely enhanced the experience. Three artists that I distinctly recall are Pantera, Nine Inch Nails, and Ozzie Osbourne.

Prior to knowing scatboy I had never heard of Pantera. But I sure became a fan quickly. Of course, I had already been familiar with NIN and Ozzie. The three of them were definitely appropos for feeding sessions. scatboy would integrate the music mix into the scene, and it really worked for me. I loved the intensity and darkness of the selections he chose for us. They definitely helped to put my head in the right place. With all of the preliminaries taken care of, next it would become time for scatboy to set up the rimseat, towels, pillow, lube, poppers, and get the weed ready.

My feeding sessions with scatboy were not especially gear intensive or role intensive. I would wear my Carolina engineers or combat boots while I fed him. Sometimes I would bring my leather harness, but essentially that was my gear: harness and boots. As for scatboy, he would normally just wear a T-shirt and nothing else. To kick things off, scatboy would pour me some whiskey. I like to drink my whiskey straight, and that’s how he’d serve it to me. I’d have a few sips of the whiskey, and then we’d smoke some weed. I have never been a heavy smoker, so just a couple of hits was typically all I needed. When I was feeling good, I’d take my whiskey, the cigar, and I’d sit on the rimseat.

The music would be working on my head, and while i was easing into the place I needed to be in order to feed scatboy, he would get himself in position. He’d adjust the pillow, so he’d be at just the right height, and so on. We’d dim the lights prior to getting ourselves in position. scatboy would also use plenty of incense to try to cut the smell of the 420 and the shit. I’m not sure what his neighbors may have thought when they walked by his door during one of these sessions, but apparently it was never a problem.

What scatboy would do to get things started was to provide me with the most intense rim service I had ever had in my life. scatboy had quite possibly the most talented tongue I have ever experienced on and in my asshole. What scatboy could not do with his tongue, it wasn’t worth doing. I’m a man who loves to be rimmed, and scatboy is a boy who knows exactly how to do it the way I like it. I call the rim service foreplay, because that is what it was. scatboy would get me all worked up, yet completely relaxed, so that the turd would ease down closer to his hungry mouth. As this process unfolded, I took several hits of poppers, which also helped facilitate the feeding by relaxing my hole.

So there you have it. We’re in position, I have my whiskey, my poppers, lube for my dick, the music is dark and intense, we’re both feeling good, and he’s providing an unprecedented level of pleasure to my hole with his tongue. The planets are aligned and the moment has almost come.

To be continued.

This entry was posted on Monday, May 19th, 2008 at 7:13 pm and is filed under Dominance, Humiliation, Power Imbalance, Psychological Control, Scat, Submission.