Ryan Returns To See The Carnage (Ryan's Pov)

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Ryan's POV

I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I walk up to Andrew's door. Just knowing the absurdity that was taking place inside this house was enough to crack me up, let alone the anal masterbation videos Kelly posted for my entertainment. I rang the doorbell, marker in hand, and patiently waited for thirty seconds before my good friend opened the door.

The second he saw me his face dropped ever so slightly "Oh hey man. You didn't say you were coming over." he said flatly.

In contrast to his mildly glum greeting I responded with an upbeat tone "Thats cause I'm not here to hang out. Im here to play with my asshole."

Despite my snarky manner I did have some sympathy for Andrew, he was my friend after all. However he, and his mother, were just in the wrong place and the wrong time. Discovering the magic marker had washed me over with an obsession of the power it granted me. Any guilt I would have was canceled out when I decided that their house was the safest place to test and study the markers capabilities, making this place my only playground for the time being.

I was snapped back to reality when Andrew spoke up "Oh, well my Mom is buying this week's set of butt plugs for your anus. But you're welcome to hang out until she gets back." He steps back and swings the door open further for me to pass.

"Thanks man!" I say as I step into the house. Checking to see if they have been following the commands I relayed over text I ask "Your Mom knows to get one for each day of the week right?"

"Yea she knows. Don't worry about the cost, buying the plugs is the least we can do for letting her use your asshole to shit. Plus we need to make up for all the time she spent using your asshole without your permission." My friend says as he closes the door behind him.

I do everything I can to fight off the urge to burst into laughter. Even though I've had a week to get use to complete dominance I had over Andrew and Kelly the absurdity of it is still comical. Without ever turning to face him I begin walking towards the stairs and say "Yea it was pretty rude for her to be shitting like she owned my asshole. Speaking of which lets go see where my 'Butt-Slut'-huh?"

The second that word came out of my mouth Andrew grabbed me by the shoulder and forcefully spun me around to face him. I was caught off guard and in shock. I began to panic thinking he somehow broke through the markers power.

He looked at me dead in the eye with anger and raised his voice "HEY! She only calls herself that because you own her mouth. That doesn't mean you get to act like it's true. She is NOT your 'slut'!"

I start to become at ease as I realize what is going on. I hold my hands open and shoulder height in attempt to ease the tension.

"Im sorry man. It's just that my mouth's always calls her 'Ryan's Butt-Slut' in all my videos, so it slipped out. I swear it won't happen again."

Andrew narrows his eyes for a second before reverting back to his neutral to slightly depressed expression.

"It's alright dude. She really does constantly call herself that since you texted her to speak in the third-person. Just don't let it happen again."

'Phew, that was close' I thought to myself. While Andrew has adjusted to his family's no predicament, Kelly was still his Mom and he loved her. I ponder changing that dynamic for a moment but then decide to save that possibility for later.

With that hiccup out of the way I move on with my fun.

"Yea that was my bad man, won't happen again. Now let's go to your room. I wanna see your Mom's litter box." I said as I finally make my way up the stairs with Andrew following close behind.

When I reach the top I pause at the first room to the left. The wide open door revealed what could only be Kelly's room. There was a camera set up on stand at the foot of the unmade bed. Stains were splattered across the sheets. Finally I noticed a large dildo laying on top of it all, the same one I bought on the day I had claimed Kelly's anus.

I decide to take a detour and enter saying "So this is your Mom's room right?" When I entered I looked around the rather large master bedroom and found a dresser that was hidden behind the open door. Resting on the dresser were seven relatively large butt-plugs lined up in a row. The first had standard knob at the end followed by an array of different shapes, three hearts, two peace signs, and a smiley face.

I walk over and grab one of the hear shaped plugs. "Glad to see your Mom's keeping up the creativity like I asked." I remark as I rotate the toy in my hands to inspect it.

Andrew reaches the room and says "Yea she takes handling your anus very seriously." He also noticed the state of his Mom's bedroom. Seeming a little embarrassed he adds "Sorry about the mess. With all the videos your arm, mouth, and anus make, it's hard to keep the bed free of lube stains."

"Oh so thats what that this is. I thought it was booty juice." I say with a chuckle while gazing upon the room that's essentially been turned into a porn studio.

After about a minute of surveying my obscene surroundings, I'm ready to admire an even more ridiculous addition to my friend's home life.

"Alright it's about time we head to your room. I still wanna see where your Mom takes a dump." I set the plug back down and walk down the hall now following Andrew's lead.

Andrew approached his room and grabbed the handle. The he paused and looked up with concern, as if he was silently asking me if I was sure I wanted to go in. I gave him a slight nod and he proceeds to open the door.

The second I step into the room, I'm hit with an incredibly foul stench. I could only compare it to a public bathroom that people kept using long after the toilets clogged. My instincts immediately pull the collar of my shirt up to cover my nose, but that did little to nothing to protect me from the smell.

This was the last straw, I couldn't stop myself from cracking up in laughter. Despite my excessive giggling, I somehow managed to speak. "DAAAMN! Your room fucking reeks!"

I noticed that Andrew's reaction was surprisingly tame. He only scrunched his nose at the smell of ripe ass. Poor bastard must have already adapted to it.

My friend, if I can still call him that after all of this, lowered his head in shame as he replied.

"Believe me, I know. It turns out kitty litter isn't really equipped to handle human sized shit. Although, the smell wasn't this bad until you texted my Mom that I can only clean it every other day."

Unable to remember adding that to my list of demands, I momentarily become self aware of drunk with power I've been lately. However, it doesn't faze me in the slightest.

Ignoring his explanation, I walk across the room and approached the source of it all. Sitting at my feet is a litter-box that that is most likely intended for multiple cats. However, it's still tiny compared to the dump-truck that is Kelly's ass. On one side of the sandbox was a plastic waste bin, its half full of used toilet paper. The piece sitting on top displays a thick, brown streak in its center. On the other side, a roll of toilet paper, which was nearing its, end rests on the floor. Then my eyes reverted back the source of Andrew's suffering, his mom's litter-box. Laying in the middle was three healthy logs of shit just sitting there, waiting for my friend to dispose of it.

After witnessing the reach of my markers power for a moment I turned to Andrew who is now sitting on his bed.

"What the hell does your Mom eat, dude? It smells like construction site porta-potty in here!" I declare while comically waving my hand in front of my nose.

"I know, it's really bad. My Mom's shit stink seeps into everything too. I have to use crazy amounts of deodorant when I leave the house because my clothes smell like ass even though I keep my closet closed." He says as his sniffs the sleeve of his shirt and recoils.

Then he smacks his lips together and makes a disgusted face, "But nothing compares to the taste."

I break out laughing once again "Yea, I bet. It must be rough when you have to clean her up, huh?"

Andrew responds in a tone someone would use when complaining about having to do dishes or vacuum. It seems like he's trained himself to view all of this a chore, but the way his face winces shows his distain.

"Oh God, I hate 'dookie duty'. I try my best to get it all when I wipe but my Mom rams my face so deep in your asshole, it's impossible not to taste it."

I downplay his pain by saying "Hey man, thats life when your Mom uses someone else's annus."

A small chuckle escapes me. It's impossible to not laugh when discussing something this bizarre like it's a normal experience that everyone deals with.

Continuing the facade of normalcy Andrew responds with "Yea of course. We obviously have to respect your rules. I just wish there was another way my Mom could use the bathroom without that doesn't involve me."

Based on his tone, it's clear that he's begging for mercy without explicitly saying it. Unfortunately for him, I'm having way too much fun.Having enough of the pity party I say "Yea, it's a shame there isn't one."

Then I look to his tv on his desk "Load up your Xbox. We can watch some of my videos while we wait for your Mom to get back with my asshole."

I connect my phone and pull up one of the many videos of Kelly fucking her self mercilessly with the dildo. Finally we kick back and enjoy the show. Well, at least I enjoyed the fifteen minutes we spent watching Kelly pound her butthole in several different positions.

"HUUYEAA! I'M A FILTHY BUTT-SLUTT WHO LOVES RAMMING MY SHITTER! I LOVE PLOWING MY BUTTHOLE!" her screams on the video fill the room. Of course I wasn't actually fucking her in the video but that was the script provided to her via my (her) mouth. I occasionally make jokes about how big the dildo she's shoving up her ass is, but Andrew only responds with a fake chuckle followed by a dull "yea".

When the video ended, I started scrolling through the collection of others she made throughout the week. However, we noticed the sound of a door slamming come from downstairs.

"HEEYY SHIT BOI! MOMMY BUTT-SLUT'S HOME! AND SHE'S GOT AN EXTRA FAT DUMP COMING IN HOT!"

The female voice brings a look of pure joy to my face.

"BUTT-SLUT REALLY HOPES YOU'RE IN YOUR ROOM! SHE'S GONNA NEED YOU ON DOOKIE DUTY FOR THIS ONE!"

Upon hearing the ferocious screams of his corrupted mother, Andrew's face filled with utter depression.

With a smug grin on my face, I said "Uh-oh. Sounds like your room is about to smell a whole lot worse."

Choosing to ignore my comment, he sighed loudly and shouted "Yea Mom, Im in my room!"

I patted the marker in my pocket and was ready to play.