The weeks go by, and I steadily turn you into a shit eater. At first you give better toilet service with my cock plowing your cunt, pinned on your back by my gaze smiling wickedly down at you, watching you chew down my dump, no matter how big or nasty. Writing "FAGGOT" in shit across your forehead and fucking you in front of the mirror got you to swallow an entire shit log in record time, as did writing "FULL-SERVICE TOILET SLUT" across your smooth, hard pecs and making you fuck yourself up and down on my dick while I filmed you, telling me and the camera how much you loved being my toilet bitch. That gave me the idea to film you doing the same on your biggest dildo, while you held a particularly massive hard log of mine in your hands and gave it the world's sexiest blowjob, rivaling any cheap whore with the way you moaned and made love to my fucking turd, shit-drool dripping off your square jawline, pummeling your greedy hole until it was obvious you were having a huge anal orgasm, which didn't end until you deep-throated that turd and gulped it down like the shit-hungry faggot you'd become. I can tell it's not the shit itself that turns you on-- it's being taken down so low, made to do something so humiliating, turned into a receptacle for your man's nastiest output... my shit. But I'll use you however I want, and you'll fucking love the degradation and lack of control.
I leave plenty of time in between your toilet trainings. One day I might make you my 24/7 toilet-- I like the idea of never shitting anywhere but your warm, waiting mouth-- but I want you to want it, to need it, and that means getting you aroused at the possibility while denying you the opportunity for days on end. Once when you fucked something up (I can't even really remember what it was), I made you kneel before me as I sat on the toilet, giving me a blowjob as I shat into the bowl... then I got up and flushed it before your disappointed face.
"Where did that fucking turd belong, faggot?" I asked you, pointing at the water spiraling away.
"In my mouth, Sir, and in my stomach," you answered, dejectedly.
"Well, you didn't fucking earn it, did you bitch?"
"No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"Damn right you're sorry... my sorry-assed toilet faggot fuckup. You want the honor of eating my next dump?"
"Yes please, Sir."
"Then you'd better fucking earn it. I'm not going to fuck that hungry little cunt of yours tonight, either. Instead, go sit in the corner while I read in my chair before bed. You can play with one of your toys, faggot... one of the small ones. No vibration either." I pointed at your toy box on the floor.
And of course you get down on the floor, crawl over on hands and knees, and pick out a toy-- a pretty small dildo, at least by the standards of your insatiable slut-hole-- and hold it up towards me. "Is this suitable, Sir?" you ask.
"Yes, faggot. Fuck yourself silly in the corner. Just don't bother me doing it. You're on your pallet tonight."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." You lean back against the wall, curled around so your asshole is exposed, and start inserting the dildo in your hole. It goes all the way in with barely any preparation, of course.
"Turn around and face the fucking wall, bitch," I tell you, not even looking up from my book. "Like a bad little boy spanked and sent to the corner. I'd actually spank that pussy of yours, except you'd like it too much." You'll love the humiliation of this, too, but at least I won't be directly involved.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Goodnight, Sir." I'll probably get up and piss on you at least once during the night-- there's a plastic cover on the pallet under the sheet. I like timing you to see how many seconds it takes, after being woken up by my hot stream of piss in your face, for you to go into urinal mode and gulp the rest down. The slower you are, the wetter you spend the rest of the night. I kind of like how you smell like a raunchier version of me the next morning, marked with my piss dried in your hair and on your skin... but I get more satisfaction from seeing you wake up and know within an instant that you're an owned faggot, being used as a urinal by his Master without thought.
Anyway, few days later I could tell I was going to have a pretty loose dump, not full-on diarrhea but certainly not the thick, hard logs I'm training you to suck like my cock. Perfect timing for your next toilet training. I don't tell you that it's going to be sloppy... I just snap my fingers, point towards the rim seat, and there you go, obediently and even excitedly getting into position. Your padlock slides down around your neck to the floor, and you automatically readjust it so it sits at the base of your throat-- you know I like to see it displayed. The heavy links of the chain sit fairly close around your neck, but whenever we go out, I always make sure you're wearing a button-down that's open enough to reveal the full collar and padlock-- which says "Master", of course-- so everyone knows you're owned. Truth is, it looks fucking hot sitting there with all its weight, the partially visible curves of your thick traps and pecs framing it perfectly. A nice tight T-shirt does the same, with your collar out on top.
"What am I about to do to you, faggot? I ask. I sit down on the seat and adjust my position a little.
"You're going to shit in my mouth, Sir," you reply.
"And what are you going to do with my shit, faggot?"
"I'm going to eat it, Sir. Thank you, Sir." You've already started tonguing my shitter, and though I haven't told you to do that yet, it feels like heaven, so I overlook it.
"Damn right you're going to eat it, you dirty fag. Why do you eat my shit, boy?"
"Because I'm your obedient toilet slave, Sir. Please let me eat your shit, Sir." I've made you say it so many times by now, I can tell you increasingly want to be used like this. Dirty faggot. After you respond, your amazing tongue goes back to cruising around my anus and your lips lock on and begin to slurp hungrily at my hole. After a minute or two, I push out the usual preliminary fart or two, this time accompanied by a decidedly sloppy blob of shit, like creamy peanut butter. Of course you whimper in anticipation like the hungry shit whore you are, and your useless dicklet is already crying its little tears. I gather myself and then push out hard-- I want this dump to fucking explode in your face, splattering and drowning you in a massive wave of loose brown butt fudge.
You cry out involuntarily, but it's quickly silenced by the eruption coming out of my ass. Chunks of shit are propelled into your mouth and all over your face, powered by big blasts of ass-gas... it sounds like the world's nastiest machine gun, aimed right at you. It's over pretty soon-- at least, my part is-- and I get up to look down at what I've done. Your face is absolutely buried in shit... wet butt-slime splattered all the way up into your hair, lots of solid pieces piled up on your face, blobs of it sliding down your cheeks to the floor. And you are positively loving it; your hands keep circling the air near your dicklet, knowing you can't touch it but needing to respond to the arousal somehow. I should have made you wear goggles... you're not going to be able to see anything until someone wipes the shit out of your eyes. I'll let you do that later.
"Fuck yeah," I tell you. "Sit up, faggot. I'm definitely taking pics of this. You look like someone dunked you in a fucking outhouse... so fucking hot." You sit up slowly, thick rivers of shit slowly sliding down your face, down your chest, into your lap. It's like a massive brown milkshake waterfall, coating those impressive muscles. Before it too gets covered up, I can see the milky drool that's been gushing from your dicklet, puddled underneath your balls. Yeah... you just fucking NEED to be degraded.
I take plenty of pics, deciding that it's good you can't see yourself yet... I can get off a second time when I show them to you later. "Open your mouth, faggot... let's see how much I landed at the drop site." When you comply, your mouth is filled to overflowing with my shit; you tilt your head back a little, trying to keep it all in.
That is, until I walk over and start pressing my cock into your mouth, forcing it slowly down your throat. You let out one brief moan before your amazing throat--which learned to massage my big thick dick, and is now learning to swallow mouthful after mouthful of shit on repeat-- kicks into toilet mode and swallows as I plunge, so nothing (more) spills onto your sewer of a face.
"Yeah, that's right faggot... I'm plunging my fucking toilet," I tell you as I push in deeper, and your arms grab onto my legs and caress them as you try to swallow fast enough. I slide one foot under your swollen balls, gently tapping upwards to remind you of your micro cage. Without missing a beat, you move forward so my toes are under your cunt, and damned if you don't manage to take all 5 of them into your greedy little pussy. I swear your cunt is like a fucking tractor beam. So now you're fucking yourself on my foot as I push the rest of what's in your mouth down your gullet, beginning to face fuck you.
When I've fucked everything I can down your throat, I pull out and start wiping up the larger remains on your face and chest with my cock. "Clean off my cock, you dirty little bitch," I growl at you, not in anger but arousal. And you're aroused too-- I can tell by how earnestly you're trying to plow your own pussy with my foot as the dildo.
I've got you cleaned off enough by now that you can open your eyes, and you pause in your duties just long enough to look up at me, that lust on fire in your gaze, and say softly, "Of course, Sir. Please let me make your amazing cock squeaky clean, as it should be, Sir."
Speaking of clean, though, there's still a decent amount of shit on the floor, and I might as well use your mouth to get that taken care of too. My little hoover-faggot. I pull out of your mouth, smack your cheek a few times with my cock head. Then I pick up my slimed-up foot and say, "clean this off too, toiletboy. When you're done, I'm sure a dirty faggot like you will love slurping the rest up off the floor."
"Sir, yes Sir!" You shift position and begin making out with my foot, kissing and sucking and licking it all over, stopping once to look up and say, "Thank you for using me, Sir. That was... intense... but I hope I pleased you." In no time my foot is clean again.
"Floor, faggot." I point to the pile of turds remaining, much less than half the amount you've already swallowed. This is definitely the most shit you've ever eaten, and I barely had to push you. Which means a reward is in order, if I feel like it. And I do. You get down on hands and knees and begin mouthing up that shit as best you can, padlock occasionally banging against the floor with a satisfying sound. "My little shit-vacuum, aren't you boy?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I get on my knees behind you and effortlessly plunge into your pussy with my pole, burying myself to the hilt. I swear your cunt feels like silk, just like warm silk on my dick. You're doing a pretty good job of sucking up that nasty dump, and feeling your favorite object in your slutty hole makes you do even better.
"You know you enjoyed doing that for me, toilet boy. Why did you enjoy it so much, do you think?"
"Because I'm a dirty faggot, Sir. I'm your faggot slave, and now you've made me your toilet slave, too."
That's damn right. The floor is basically clean again, so I decide to use your mouth for something else. "Say that. Say it over and over until I unload in your pussy. Tell me you're my dirty, shit-eating faggot."
"I'm your dirty, shit-eating faggot... I'm your dirty, shit-eating faggot... I'm your dirty..." I plow your cunt harder and harder, knowing all the right spots to hit to light up your cunt like a fucking pinball machine. When I start blasting cum into you, you're bucking and crying out loud and I can feel your entire rectum clamp down; I've made your cunt cum yet again. Goddamn, it's so obvious that your pussy is MADE to be your sexual organ... I wonder how you ever managed to ejaculate like a man, before I met you, before I made you what you truly are.
Once again you're out of breath, shuddering along the floor with my prick still buried in you, shit chunks plastered in your hair, residual turd and sweat sliming that hot, incredibly masculine face. It takes you a minute to pull yourself out of the depths I've plunged you into, but eventually you haul yourself up on those thickly muscled arms of yours, spinning around onto your back in exhaustion, my cock sliding out of your pussy with the usual liquid plopping noise.
"Sir... you are amazing, Sir. Nobody else could make me... I'm your faggot, Sir. Your slutty toilet faggot, Sir." And you are.
"You did pretty well with that, faggot." I smack your cheek playfully. "Now go take a fucking shower. And brush your teeth. Twice, faggot!" I call after you. Once you're clean enough, I join you in the shower and slide my cock easily into that amazing cunt of yours, blowing another load of seed into your guts as I growl in your ear, "My hot little fucking toilet bitch. However deep I take you, you fucking need to go there to please me, don't you faggot? You're the hottest piece of ass around... and a damn good shit eater now, too."
"Sir, yes Sir," you mumble back at me, the combination of hot water, my cock teasing your g-spot, and a big belly full of my shit making you sleepy.
Afterwards, I point at the bed and you climb in, turning on your side. I get in beside you, spooning you, wrapping you up in my strong, hairy arms. I gently rub your belly. "That's my fucking shit in there, faggot. You ate every single mouthful, and would have eaten more if you could have." Your ass sidles around, searching for my cock, which is already hard again and ready for more. I slide effortlessly back into your magical pussy, and I envelop you as fully as I can, arms encircling you, one leg curled around one of yours, my mouth at the base of your neck, fucking yet another load into your eager cum-dump ass.
"Please fuck me, Sir." You plant kisses on my arms in between begging me for it. "Please seed my filthy pussy again, Sir, you know I need it bad. I'm your faggot forever, Sir... it's true, I would eat another fucking load of your shit if I could, Sir."
And we fall asleep with my cock filling your hole and my shit filling your stomach.