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Jack's Filthy Bitch is the 3rd story in the Jack's Filthy Ass series.

A/N :

This is an unfinished loosely outlined rough draft. It was requested to be posted and I am happy to do so. Just keep in mind this is not representative of my standards of my finished works.

I really do feel that the author of the first story and the characters themselves to feel better than what I've got right here, but I think it's decent for what I've got.

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Here's the first story in the series.

https://www.tumblr.com/writinggross/650151867637186560/jacks-filthy-ass

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Jack's Filthy Bitch

When I wake up cuddled against Jack's fat, pale body, I almost start crying again. I lost my virginity to the most disgusting person on the planet and it looks like I'm stuck with him. The saving grace was that even after he violently pounded his fat dick into my ass for two hours, neither of us could get off, so he sat on my face and made me swallow his nasty, rancid farts until we both came. Maybe he won't fuck me that often. I can dream, right?

When he first used me to jerk off, I thought that was the worst he could do to me. Now? Now, I know it can be way worse.

He slobbers against my mouth as he kisses me good morning and though I cringe, I don't pull away. "Who's my filthy bitch?" he asks in a demeaning tone.

I let out a sob and say, "I am.... I'm your filthy bitch, Jack."

He smiles with genuine happiness and slobbers against my face again. I kiss him hungrily in return and form my body against his.

"I'll make you some breakfast sausage and hard boiled eggs first, but can I feed you those cheese puff balls today?"

He looks pleasantly surprised. "Yeah. Thanks, Liam. But I've been thinking: why don't you move some of your stuff into my room? I already texted our parents to let them know we're dating and you're going to be sleeping in my room from now on, so it just makes sense for you to move in."

I cringe at the idea of sharing space (especially a bathroom!) with Jack, but my dick celebrates with a hard-on that's downright painful and Jack himself looks genuinely hopeful.

"Yeah... I guess it's inevitable.... You gonna make me my breakfast before or after I make you yours?"

"You threw up a lot yesterday. Make extra eggs for yourself. I'll give you my morning piss and we'll call it even."

I almost cry from disappointment and from the fact that I'm disappointed.

We go to the bathroom where I thirstily gulp down every drop of his sour and gut-wrenching piss. He jerks me to my feet and slobbers a kiss against my cheek before telling me to brush my teeth.

I can tell his hypnosis is working. As I feed him cheese puffs and he licks the orange powder from my fingers, I cuddle against him. He pulls me into his large lap and holds me firmly against his belly and chest as I open the third bag and continue feeding him.

His belly gurgles and suddenly I'm on my knees, face in his crotch, ready to swallow his farts and he grins at me as he lets them rip one after another, assaulting my senses with the foul odor of his ass's insides. It's worse than a sewer saturated in rotten eggs, but my cock jumps to life and I enjoy the way he makes fun of me for being a disgusting, filthy ass-bitch. He smiles down at me and spits in my mouth. I swallow without thinking as I realize his smile is one of genuine affection.

"I love owning you," Jack says as he tugs at my collar.

I sigh in disappointment. I'd hoped he'd say he loves me.

"I love you, Jack," I say honestly, hoping he'll realize it's a genuine confession and that I'm not fishing for him to say it back.

His answer is to drag me roughly to the toilet and shit directly into my mouth for forty minutes.

I cum five times and he cums twice.

This is my life now, I realize. There is no escape.

He fucks me again at bedtime but I think it's more about dominating me than it is about sex. The only penetration that really turns either of us on is his putrid shit penetrating my throat.

Then he cums inside me, to both of our astonishment, pumping his nut-juice into my ass for minutes on end. I didn't realize he could orgasm that long and honestly, it doesn't do anything for me. I'm not gay. I'm just a hypnotized scat slave.

Then he finally says it.

"I love you, Liam! I fucking love you!"

"I love you, Jack!" I cry, "You're my everything!"

He gives me a slobbery kiss and I participate eagerly.

He's only hypnotized me twice and this is the result.

When he starts his hypnosis again, I ask, "Jack? Can you make me gay? I mean so I can—"

"FUCK, NO!!" he says. "I get to own a straight guy and make him eat my shit! I'm living the dream and no one's going to take that from me."

I thank him and hug him tight. He reeks to high hell, but i can't help it. I love his odor. I even need it.

The next morning, it's the same routine, but after breakfast we do mimosa body shots. I don't know if I'm more drunk on the alcohol or on the clumps he shoots out with the mimosa for me, but it's all nothing but a dream come true. I'm no less conflicted by the situation, but his scent comforts me more and I take refuge in his odor. His ass really is my happy place and I spend most of the day with him sitting on my face.

Several days later, I love him more than I thought I could love anyone. We spend all day in bed together and when he needs to go to the bathroom, I'm his devoted toilet. I don't even gag or get nauseous anymore.

By the time our parents are home, I've got a red gold engagement band on my finger. I'm still conflicted. Used to be, in was conflicted because I didn't want this relationship. Now I'm conflicted because I don't want to want it – but I want it with all my heart.

In the halls at school, he gives me nasty, slobbery kisses and I kiss back hungrily. My friends don't understand it. Nobody understands it but Jack.

And tomorrow? Tomorrow I turn eighteen and Jack and I will be married. I cry against his belly at night and he farts his filthy gas to soothe me. It works like a charm and I realize there really is no escape. Accepting this, I'm suddenly happier.

Who needs escape when I get to marry Jack's filthy ass?

He seems to sense my resignation and for once, kisses me passionately with minimal slobber.

"I really do love you, Liam. I have from the first moment I farted on your face."

"I know. And I hated it. But maybe I liked hating it. Maybe I liked how gross and disgusting you are. I love you Jack and I love being your filthy bitch."