Friday nights are my favorite, and this one's going to be extra special. I walk up the stairs to our house, and you open the door as soon as I reach the top step, saying "Welcome home, Sir. I hope you had a good day at work." You're wearing nothing but your padlocked chain collar and a jockstrap, but the time that you were nervous that the neighbors might see you is long gone. You've come to love your role as my faggot slave. Plus, I've had half the guys in the neighborhood fuck your slutty little cunt, so there's no point in hiding.
You take my briefcase and set it down inside the door, and when I walk in you immediately get down on your hands and knees. The door is still open and anyone could see you, but you kiss each of my shoes before I close the door behind me.
"You can get up," I tell you. You look up at me with your intense dark green eyes, then rise. I put my arms around your gorgeous, perfectly muscled body-- I am very muscular myself, but you're more ripped than I am, for all that that matters-- and wrap you in a bear hug, kissing you deeply. There aren't many times that your faggot mouth is clean enough to kiss, and I like to take advantage of them.
"The new suit looks really good on you, Sir." Your hands run slowly down my arms, then up to my broad shoulders and down the cobra's hood of my back. "Very sexy." I take off my suit coat and hang it on the rack, then loosen my tie and undo the top button of my shirt. The truth is, you're sexy as fuck yourself, handsome chiseled face and incredible body somehow making your military past obvious.
"Inspection time, bitch," I tell you. Your eyes darken with lust at the degrading name, but you don't hesitate before sliding your jock to one side to reveal your useless cock, turned into a flattened micro-nub by your tiny chastity cage. You've spent the last 3 years permanently locked except for rare occasions, and it's turned you into even more of a faggot whore, ready for my dick whenever I want to use you. Which is often. I think about slamming a fuck into your cunt right now--sometimes it's fun to fuck you standing in front of the window where everyone can see you splayed up against the glass getting pounded, and it's especially fun in the summer when everyone can hear you moaning and begging for it-- but I've got other plans for the evening. Hands behind your back, you look respectfully at the floor. I admire the thick curves of your biceps, the V of your torso, and of course that sweet faggot ass, so spankable and fuckable.
We discovered just how deeply submissive you are in stages, and how nothing turned you on as hard as being used and degraded. Some playful ass-slapping during sex became full-on spanking... I remember the first time I put you over my knee for doing something I didn't like; I spanked your ass cherry red, and you protested and struggled the whole time, but you were hard as a rock and came all over my leg from my strokes. I can make you cum just from verbal degradation and the humiliation of being spanked-- or I did, back before I locked up your useless dick. Once, I pulled your hair on a whim while fucking you doggie style... your pussy clamped down and bucked back on my cock and you started moaning. The next time I fucked you that way in front of the floor mirror, made you watch yourself get mounted and taken, your head pulled back by your hair like a cheap trashy whore. The more control I took the more you gave, and the darker the fire of passion burned in your eyes. I first locked up your dick mostly as a dare... when I made it permanent, you became the hottest submissive fuck-slut ever made, and we both know you need it. We both know you fucking love it.
I snap back to the present. "Good boy. When will dinner be ready?" One of the best parts of Fridays is that you get out of work early enough to come home, make dinner, and present yourself like this. I walk down the hall into the living room and you trail after me.
"In about fifteen minutes, Sir," you say as I sit down on the couch and click on the TV. I point between my legs, and you sit between them on the floor, taking off my shoes and giving my legs little kisses. You're a sweet little slut. Your hands feel great as you massage my feet.
"In your mouth, faggot," I tell you, and you maneuver to lay on the floor and say softly, "Of course, Sir," before sucking all 5 sock-clad toes of one foot into your hungry mouth. I let you taste the sweat and funk of my sock for a few minutes before saying, "Look at me, boy." You maneuver again so you can look into my eyes as you massage my foot with your mouth. You look fucking hot, my caged muscle-man beauty, lying below me on the floor, sucking away at your Master's foot. I think your nub is even leaking a little bit. I let you do that for a minute or two, then say, "Go get me a beer." You plant a final kiss on my foot and get up to obey. I am at least partly interested in the beer, but I'll also want the empty bottle later on.
You return and present my beer to me, then kneel to one side and lay your head on my leg. I run my hand idly through your sandy blond hair and relax with my beer until the timer on the oven goes off and you get up to go to the kitchen. The solid, furry cheeks of your delightful ass are perfectly framed by the straps of your jock. I follow after a minute, bottle in hand, and we sit down to dinner. I finish the beer about halfway through the meal, and then it's time to fuck with you some more.
"Put your plate on the floor under the table and get down there on your knees with your hole facing me, faggot." You look at me curiously, that amazingly hot lust for being degraded in your eyes, and say "Yes, Sir," as you move to comply. You get into position under the table, and I nudge you a bit with my feet until you're in the right place. "You may keep eating your dinner, boy," I tell you.
"Thank you, Sir," you reply, and resume eating as best you can, like my adoring fucking puppy.
When I reach down and put the mouth of the beer bottle into your hole, your cunt lips greet it hungrily, but you let out a cry of surprise. Neither you nor your fuck hole resist the pressure, though. Once the bottle is in your pussy far enough, I sit back up and use my foot to pump it almost to the base, letting your tight hole push it back out as I let up. It's not long before you're moaning in heat again, pressing back against the bottle, fucking yourself harder and harder with my foot as the backstop. I assume you've finished eating, and the only downside of this position is that I can't see your handsome face, looking humiliated but completely turned on.
"Thank you, Sir!" you call up at me. I can see the stainless steel of your cage swinging back and forth, the denial driving you mad with lust, the waves of pleasure from your prostate the closest thing you get to an orgasm these days. Once, before I locked your dick away, I made you eat out of a dog bowl while I did this, and you spewed your load all over the rim of the bowl in record time. Then I pissed in it and fucked your pussy while you drank up my piss and your cum. You came again before I was finished, shuddering uncontrollably without ever having touched yourself.
Tonight, though, I want you as horny as I can get you, and as frustrated by the denial of release. I let the bottle plop out of your hole, and you make a little "Aah!" of equal parts surprise and disappointment. "Come out and stand up," I tell you, and when you do, I say, "What did I just do to you, boy?" Making you tell me how I used and degraded you turns you on even more.
"You fucked my pussy with your beer bottle, Sir," you reply.
"Look me in the eye when you answer me, bitch! Don't make me paddle your slutty cunt again." Though I do love breeding you hard and nasty after I've spanked your ass till it's bright red and on fire. The stinging makes you squirm more, which makes your hole massage my cock at all sorts of pleasing angles. Once I facetimed you as I fucked you from behind like that, taking video from my vantage and having you put your phone on the floor in front of you so you both felt and watched your obviously-spanked ass taking a rough pounding by my big dick.
You look at me and say again, "You fucked my pussy with your beer bottle, Sir."
"And you fucking loved it, didn't you?" Of course you answer, "Yes Sir!"
"Why did you love it?"
"I'm your faggot slave, Sir. I love it when you use my pussy. I love it when you fuck me with your cock, beer bottles, baseball bats..." That was a particularly fun afternoon, watching your amazing hole swallow the bat inch by inch, eventually punch-fucking it in and out until you were practically screaming in delight, straining against your cage, needing every fucking second of it. It was also fun telling the whole story to my buddy Chris, when the three of us went out for drinks a week later. Your face was beet red as you watched Chris learn of your depravity, but I knew you'd be dripping in your fucking shorts too, aching in your cage. Chris looked at you with an evil grin and said to me, "Next time you shove a bat up his cunt, you and I should double-fuck him afterwards-- he'd be all loosened up, and probably piss himself with delight."
I come back to the present again. "That's fucking right, faggot. Anyone, anything, anywhere, anytime. Also, remind me to call Chris tomorrow." I smile with pleasure and anticipation. You turn red again, but there's a definite, thin line of juice leaking down from your nub. I tell you, "Come here, sit on my lap." And you do, putting an arm around my shoulder. Your sloppy hole will leave a mark on my suit pants, but it's worth it. I grab the padlock that locks your chain collar around your neck.
"Whose is this, boy?" I ask, you say, "Yours, Sir."
I touch the flat steel plate of your cage next, smaller by far than your swollen balls, but I touch it gently so you won't get any stimulation from it. "And this?"
Again you say, "Yours, Sir!"
Finally I slide a hand under your ass and wiggle a few fingers into you. "And this?"
"That's your pussy hole, Sir. It's there for your pleasure any time. I love you, Sir." I cup your strong, square chin in my hand, giving one cheek a soft slap.
"I love you too, faggot." We kiss again, and you're so turned on it's almost like you're trying to pull something out of me in the kiss, hunting for that deep satiation as we go at it.
The beer has gone right through me, so I push you off my lap, stand up, and say, "Urinal." You kneel in front of me, take my rock-hard cock out of my pants almost reverently, and kiss the head before sucking it into your mouth. I push as hard as I can, but I've trained you too well, and you swallow down gulp after gulp without missing a drop. Once I invited a bunch of friends over to watch the football game at our place, and during commercials we tried to see how many pissing dicks you could keep up with at once. You handled two with no problem, and did a decent job swallowing piss from three at once, before it flooded down your chin and your smooth, powerful chest. That didn't stop all four of us from pissing in your face later on, drenching you like a flood, and I made sure you thanked each man with a blowjob afterwards, too, swallowing our cumloads to keep all that piss company.
"Thank you, Sir. Please use me more, Sir?" I know you're hoping I'll fuck your insatiable hole at least once tonight with my actual cock... and I will, but not before really making you feel like a dirty faggot. I've been thinking about what's coming next for months.
"I will, boy... but it's my hole that needs attention now." I walk to the bedroom-- queen sized bed for when I let you sleep with me, pallet and blanket on the floor for when I don't-- and go over to the rim seat in one corner. As I undress down to my boxers, I tell you "Lose the jock, bitch, then get under the seat." As a total top, I've never been fucked, but I do love feeling an adoring tongue go to work on my shitter. It's incredibly relaxing, and it will play right into my plans tonight.
You lie down and slide under the rim seat. I get a vibrator from your toy box and slide it deep inside you, turning it to a low setting. As you're distracted by the initial waves of pleasure in your pussy hole, I quietly take the key to your cage from my pants pocket, palming it unobtrusively.
"Thank you, Sir... but please let me take care of you too, Sir," you murmur up at me, and I take off my boxers and sit down on the seat. Your warm, wet tongue feels like heaven on my hole, and I sit back, relaxing into your attention, but also planning out the last details. I've thought of a few variations on how to do this, and I'll need to choose one very soon.
You are moaning contentedly as you lap at my hole; I accidentally fart a little and you don't miss a beat, besides moaning a little louder. Perfect-- you're ready for it, and I've wondered for a while now if the thought had crossed your dirty fucking mind.
"Keep working your tongue up my shitter, faggot. That feels good. You'll do anything to please me, won't you you dirty little bitch?" You're rocking side to side a bit on the floor, increasingly horny from the vibrator in your hole and the lack of release.
Your tongue pauses only so you can say, "Fuck yes, Sir. Fucking anything." Then you resume licking.
"Good, faggot. Because tonight I'm going to make you my toilet fag." My hole opens a little bit in anticipation, but your entire body goes suddenly, completely, still. I know it will make you freak out initially, but honestly you get off on being used so much, I know I can make you do it. And make you fucking love it, too.
Before panic, or even full thought processing, can set in for you, I bend forward and grab your tiny caged cock. You haven't cum like a real man does in something like a year, I don't think. "Faggot." I say to you in a strong, no-nonsense voice. "You can do this. You will do this, because you're my bitch and I want you to. And because you're a dirty fucking faggot who needs to be used however a man like me says so." I bend over so I can look at your wide-open eyes, and I show you the key to your cage. "I will let you cum, but only with my shit in your mouth. I am going to take a dump in your mouth, and then you are going to cum like you've never cum before as I fuck my new toiletboy." I start unlocking your tiny nub, so you know I mean it. All of it-- what I'll do, and what you'll fucking do for me.
Pause. You look at me with what might be a tiny bit of fear, but also undeniable desire to be taken down so completely, made to do something so nasty because it will please me. Which is why it takes only a second before you nod. "Yes, Sir. Please... please make me your... your toilet, Sir." Your shrunken dick is swelling appreciably already.
Your tongue goes back to my hole, and it feels tentative this time, but you only get about 15 seconds before I open up and a big, thick shit log slides inexorably from my rectum. Your mouth opens wide and you're already moaning, though it turns to more of a grunt as I make your face my fucking toilet. The shit feels amazing as it leaves my guts, and very soon I know your mouth will be stuffed. I stand up and look down when I'm finished.
You're breathing heavily, eyes wide and crazed with lust, which gets even deeper as we make eye contact, and I smile. "That is so fucking hot, faggot. You look fucking amazing with your mouth crammed full of my shit." I quickly grab my nearby phone and take a few shots of your handsome, shit-packed face. You'll go fucking crazy looking at them later as I plow your hole yet again.
Now, though, your hands are moving frantically at your sides as you desperately try not to touch your dick (you know you are paddled hard for touching it without permission, even when it's locked), and I quickly kneel down between your legs. I yank out the vibrator, put your legs up over my shoulders, and shove my entire dick into your cunt at once. I know neither of us is going to last long. You've got shit-drool all over your fucking face, but you're grunting in absolute lust, chewing ravenously at my shit as I plow you so hard you slide across the floor, dragging the rim seat along for the ride. I'm not sure you're even fully aware that you're eating some of my shit, but damn if it isn't hot to watch you doing it. We both cum at the same time, you erupting so hard I swear it hits the ceiling, me plastering your guts with sperm so forcefully I'm surprised it doesn't come out your nose. You're out of breath like you've run a marathon, still cumming in wave after wave, shouting in a shit-clogged gurgle of rapture. I slide out of you and come around, cradling your torso in my arms so you're looking up at me. You are beautiful, disgusting, and amazingly hot, my faggot boy with your incredibly handsome face smeared with my dump. You wrap your arms around me, still cumming, riding each wave helplessly. I tell you to spit out what remains of my shit onto the floor, which isn't much... you'll clean it up later.
"I knew you'd make a good shit pig, faggot. My toilet faggot, now. I think we're both going to enjoy this new development, aren't we boy?" You nod in exhaustion, but firmly. Your cock is softening again, nearly back down to nothing, and I begin putting your cage back on.
"Yes Sir," you say, voice shaking. "I can't believe you made... you are amazing, Sir. THANK YOU, SIR!" Your breath comes up to me like the air from a porta-john; which is basically what I've just turned you into, what you'll be from now on whenever I want to use you as my shit-eating toilet. I'm definitely not kissing you now.
I smile down at you and finish locking your shrunken cock back into its flat cage. I cup your chin in my hand again and ask, "What did I just do to you, faggot?"
"You... you used my mouth as your toilet, Sir."
"And what did you do, faggot?"
"I... I took your shit in my mouth, Sir, and I... I swallowed some of your shit."
"And you liked it, didn't you, you dirty whore?"
"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir. I... I fucking loved it. I've never cum that hard before. Never."
"So you're my toilet faggot now, huh bitch?"
"Yes Sir! I'm your toilet faggot. Please shit in my mouth and make me eat it, Sir. Please!"
"Next time I'm going to watch you eat it all before I let you cum. And from then on, you're going to eat my entire shit load locked up like you know you need to be. I may or may not fuck your dirty cunt to encourage you to swallow every bite, and if so you'll clean your shit off my cock afterwards, too. You're my toilet now, forever."
You give me a literal shit-eating grin and reply with the phrase that turns me on the most: "SIR YES SIR!"