This is a work of complete fiction. I am not into scat myself, but I am a submissive and I wrote this story for a good friend who is very much into scat. I hope I got enough right here that others of you that are also into it will get something out of this story. Enjoy, you pervs!
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His Sir's Toilet
Billy arrived at the gate to the house, glanced at his watch, and breathed a sigh of relief. Ten whole minutes to spare. His Sir was very strict about punctuality and the last thing he wanted tonight was to have to start the evening with a punishment. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but he knew from what his Sir had indicated that tonight was going to be special, and he didn't want to ruin it.
Billy had been serving Thomas, his Sir, for about a year and a half now. The man had been a godsend for him. Billy had discovered himself as a submissive at the age of 29 and had spent the next several years on a mostly fruitless quest to find a dominant man to own him. He'd had some fun along the way and learned many things, sure. But he found that most of the men he met who claimed to be Doms were really just aggressive tops; they could dominate him in the bedroom, but were uninterested in the kind of ongoing power exchange dynamic he craved.
But then he met Thomas and immediately knew that he was different. He had been out at one of the local leather bars having drinks with friends and noticed Thomas the moment he walked in. With his massive frame, stubbled chin, and bulging gut, Thomas looked like one of the bull necked goon types that Billy constantly jerked off to images of. He was wearing leather but nothing ornate, just a vest with a couple of armbands and his boots. Billy watched him all night as they stood on opposite ends of the bar's patio, Thomas smoking a cigar and drinking a few beers, mostly keeping to himself but intermittently chatting with some of the other local leather men. He exuded a kind of quiet confidence and presence that was both intimidating and deeply attractive. After several drinks, Billy finally worked up the courage to go over and talk to him. He felt like a tongue tied school boy and kept stumbling over his words as he talked to the man, sure that he was embarrassing himself and that Thomas was just being polite and humoring him. But at the end of the night, Thomas invited him back to his place. Before the evening was over, he had Thomas' load in his guts, Thomas' piss in his stomach, and was intimately familiar with the taste of Thomas' boots. He had called him Sir ever since that night.
Thomas turned out to be everything Billy was looking for in a Sir. He didn't want a submissive fuck buddy, he wanted a boy to own and take total control of. He was demanding, sadistic, and seemed completely in his element being in charge. Over the next several months, he trained Billy in the ways he expected to be served. Billy was used and degraded regularly. His dick was locked in a chastity device and over time he was allowed orgasms less and less frequently. He was beaten often and with increased intensity over time. And he loved it. The more control Thomas took, the more his Sir used and abused him, the happier and more like his true self he felt. Their symbiotic power exchange based relationship fulfilled deep needs for both of them, and both Sir and boy thrived within it.
Last weekend they had reached a new height. After months of intense training in taking pain, Thomas had decided that the boy was finally ready for a taste of his bullwhip. Billy was restrained, gagged, and attached to the St Andrew's cross in his Sir's dungeon, and over the space of 30 minutes had his back whipped bloody. It was the most excruciatingly painful ordeal he had been through yet, and when it was over he was a sobbing mess. But still, when he was released from the cross he immediately sank to the ground and kissed his Sir's boots and thanked him for what he had done. His Sir knew him and knew what he needed, and he was so grateful to be seen and owned. And as always, his Sir took good care of him after, holding him while he sobbed, helping him come back down to earth, and dressing the same wounds he had created.
Billy could still feel the welts on his back under his shirt as he walked down the path from the gate to the front door of his Sir's home. He was nervous and excited. Last week had been such a big step forward for them, and something about the message his Sir had sent him earlier in the day told him that even bigger things were on the menu for tonight. When he arrived at the front door, he found it unlocked as it always was when he arrived for a session. He stepped inside, stripped and folded his clothes neatly, and headed down to the dungeon in the basement wearing nothing but his cage and his collar.
Thomas was standing in the middle of the large dungeon space, dressed much the same way he was the night Billy met, except wearing a leather jock instead of pants. He had a big cigar clenched firmly in his jaw and was producing large clouds of thick smoke with it. Jesus. Even after all this time, the sight of the man made Billy weak in the knees. He was a god as far as Billy was concerned. Billy also immediately noticed the rim chair had been pulled and a pad for his head placed underneath it, so he knew at least one thing that was on the menu for the night. Which wasn't surprising since he knew how much his Sir loved having his ass eaten. More surprising was what he saw hanging from his Sir's hand: a collar. It looked similar to the one he was wearing, his training collar, but the chain was thicker and the lock slightly larger. He had an inkling of what it might be, but dared not even think it.
"Good evening, boy." Said Thomas, and immediately pointed down to his boots. This was part of their greeting ritual and Billy knew exactly what to do, dropping to his hands and knees and giving both large boots a thorough cleaning with his tongue while his Sir continued enjoying his stogie. After several minutes, his Sir indicated that he had done the task sufficiently and indicated with his hands that the boy should rise. Billy stood, clasped his hands behind his back, and faced his Sir with his gaze slightly lowered, as he had been trained to do. Thomas studied the boy in silence for a few moments before speaking again.
"Boy, I've trained or attempted to train many boys over the years, and not a one has taken to it like you have. I've seen men older and more experienced than you tap out after taking a quarter of the whipping I gave you last week. You are thoughtful, attentive, obedient, and you take whatever cruelty I want to dish out at you in stride. I am very proud of how far you've come."
Billy beamed with pride. To him, there was nothing more valuable or rewarding than hearing this kind of praise from his Sir. More than anything in the world, he wanted to please this man. "Thank you Sir! It makes me very happy to hear that. I am so honored to serve you, Sir. Thank you for letting me be your boy."
"You're welcome, boy. I am honored to have you serve me. And I think it's time for us to take the next step. This here" he raised up the collar he held in his hand "is your permanent collar. I would like to put it around your neck tonight, and have you be my boy for good. There's just one last thing you have to do to earn it, boy."
Billy's heart soared. This is what he had wanted since he first met Thomas in the bar that night. He felt at home with his Sir and never wanted to leave his service. He started to get choked up, and fought back tears to express his gratitude. "Sir I...I almost don't know what to say. I'm having a hard time forming words right now. But this is what I've always wanted, and it would make me so happy to wear your collar for the rest of my days. Just tell me what I have to do, Sir. Anything you want. I'm yours."
"That's what I wanted to hear, boy. And I do hope you'll follow through on that. All you have to do to earn this collar is let me shit in your mouth."
As quickly as Billy's heart had climbed, it now sank like a stone. He had a hard time processing what his Sir just said. Shit in his mouth? No. His Sir never joked, but he must be doing so now. At the very beginning of their dynamic, the boy had set forth his limits and his Sir had agreed to them: no drugs, animals, women, children, permanent marks, or scat. Sir had pushed the boy in all kinds of ways but had always respected these limits.
"Sir? I don't understand. Is this some kind of test? Please tell me what's going on here."
"Oh, it's a test alright boy. But it's a straightforward one. I want to shit in your mouth. That's the test. And yes, I know that's one of your limits and I agreed to respect it. Up until this point, I have. But we're moving to a different phase of our relationship now, boy. If we move forward from here, the old agreements are null and void. The boy that wears my permanent collar has no limits. He is mine to do with as I will, completely and totally. Period. That's the only way it works for me."
Billy was stunned and crestfallen. He wanted to cry and run out of the room. He was so close to being completely owned by the kind of Sir he had always wanted. This was something he had been searching for for so long! But now he was being asked to do something that completely disgusted him to get what he wanted. He didn't think he could do it, and the thought that he might lose the best fitting relationship he'd ever had over it was making him distraught. This felt like it couldn't be happening. But one look in his Sir's eyes and he knew he was serious.
Billy pleaded with his Sir. "No no no. Please Sir, please don't do this. I'm begging you. Don't make me do something so disgusting. I love being your boy so much, it means the world to me. Please, Sir. Anything else. I'll do anything else for you. I'll gladly take another bullwhipping right now if that's what you want. Just not that."
But Thomas remained firm and shook his head. "I'm sorry boy. I've loved having you as my boy too, but this is what it takes."
"But why Sir? Why now? I don't understand why you're doing this."
"Two reasons. One, simply because I want to watch you eat my shit. You know I enjoy feeding other boys, how can I collar my own boy without feeding him as well? What kind of Sir would I be if I didn't use my boy in exactly the ways I want? Two, you need it. You were born to a real man's owned property, and you need to learn that means you don't get to say no to anything that doesn't truly harm you. And while you may hate it, it won't actually harm you. The limit is only in your head, my boy."
They both stood in silence for many moments.
"You need to think about this for a few minutes, obviously. I'm going to sit over there and enjoy my cigar while you come to a decision. You've got 5 minutes."
"And boy, something you should know as you decide. If you say yes, there's no going back. I won't let you cut it short or stop it part of the way through, no matter how much you beg. Once we begin it doesn't end until all of my shit is in your belly."
Poor Billy's mind was racing. He kept visualizing doing what his Sir was demanding and he thought he might be sick to his stomach. He didn't think he could do it. And yet. He kept looking at that collar in Sir's hands. At his amazing Sir who he wanted to please more than anything. How could he walk away from that? Who would he even be without his Sir now?
As the five minutes came to a close, he knew what he had to do. He steeled his mind, dropped to his hands and knees, and crawled over to where his Sir was sitting.
Billy took a deep breath and looked up into Thomas' eyes. "Sir. I'll do it Sir."
Thomas grinned broadly."Good fucking boy! But tell me, boy. Tell me what you'll do. You have to say it."
Billy hesitated for only a moment "I'll eat your shit, Sir."
"Oh will you, boy? You'll let me shit right into that pretty little mouth of yours?"
"Yes Sir!"
"You'll swallow every single piece of shit that comes out of my asshole?"
"Yes Sir!"
"You'll let me turn you into a filthy, full service toilet, boy?"
"Yes Sir!"
"Good boy! I know this is hard for you, boy. I'm proud of you. And I need to feed you bad. Come on, let's get you set up under the rim chair there, you fucking toilet."
Billy was led over to the rim chair and dutifully crawled under it. He tried to clear his mind and not think about what was about to happen, he just moved as his Sir directed him. Still, he shuddered a bit as Sir put his wrists and ankles in restraints and began the process of using strong rope to attach those restraints to some of the metal attachment points he'd had installed into the floor. As each limb was tightly secured, the reality of his situation became more inescapable.
When he was fully immobilized, Thomas stood above him, smoking his cigar, looking down at Billy's face framed perfectly by the seat of the rim chair he was under. Billy didn't know it, but his Sir had been looking forward to this day for a long time.
"Ok toilet, a couple things you should know. Like I said earlier, there's no going back now. You're not leaving here until you've eaten every piece of shit that comes out of my ass. Now, I can't force your mouth open with a spreader gag because you need to be able to chew. But if you close your mouth to try to keep any of my shit out of it, you will be severely punished plus you will still eat that shit because I'll personally cram it back into your mouth. Now. You might vomit. Boys do, especially their first time. Because it's your first time I won't make you eat what you throw up. But I also still will not stop. You'll get a minute to recover and then I will continue feeding you. Do you understand, boy?"
Holding back tears, Billy quietly responded "Yes Sir"
Sir nodded an acknowledgement. "Good little toilet. Alright then, let's get you fed."
Thomas positioned his big bear body over the rim seat and slowly lowered himself down onto it. From his position, Billy saw the two large, firm, hairy globes of his Sir's ass descending towards his face. This was normally a welcome sight for him, he usually loved to eat his Sir's meaty ass for him. But now he was filled with fear and shame. As his Sir's hole got closer to his face, he was overcome with the scent of it. Musky, sweaty, earthy, and decidedly ripe. His Sir often cleaned his ass before their sessions to make it a little easier for Billy to take, but he obviously had not done so this time. Billy could already smell hints of shit on the hole that was now just a couple of inches above him. He wrinkled his nose. His Sir's ass filled his field of vision. It was his whole world now.
"Get your tongue in there, boy."
Billy lapped at the outside of his Sir's hole for a couple of minutes before starting to work his tongue up inside it with trepidation. He didn't know how this was going to go down. Would there be shit right there at the entrance waiting for him? He was relieved when there was not, just the familiar tastes of the hole that he was used to. For a few moments, he got lost in something he genuinely loved to do. He worked his tongue in and out as hard as he could, swirled it around, all the things that his Sir usually loved. He detected some faint tastes of shit as he went, but it wasn't anything he hadn't incidentally tasted a few times before, and there wasn't much of it.
And then as he was working his tongue as far up his Sir's chute as he could, he felt it. His tongue hit something solid and microseconds later he tasted it. It was shit. It was one of his Sir's turds. He stopped, momentarily frozen by the reality of it. This was really happening. He wasn't ready. But, he would never be ready.
"You got real still there, boy. Found some of my shit, huh? Hit one of my big ole turds with your tongue? That's right boy, this is really happening. I'm about to drop that turd in your mouth and you're gonna eat it, you fucking toilet pig. Get ready for your first mouthful of shit! I want you to hold this first piece in your mouth until I tell you otherwise, boy. Oh yeah, here it comes!"
With that, Billy could feel the muscles in his Sir's rectum start working and the large piece of shit he had just found started sliding out. The force of it pushed Billy's tongue back into his mouth, and soon the log of shit followed it. It was a large log and Billy had to open his jaw wider to accommodate it. Oh god, it smelled so bad. It was putrid and the smell completely filled his nostrils. And the taste, fuck it was so vile. It was somehow even worse than he had imagined it would be, the worst thing he'd ever tasted. And the shit log just kept coming, kept filling his mouth until it was starting to hit the entrance to his throat. It was a nightmare that seemed like it would never end, but eventually he felt his Sir pinch it off and it dropped completely into his mouth. He held it there as his Sir directed, working as hard as he could not to vomit.
His Sir stood up so he could admire his handiwork. He stood towering over the boy, smoking his stogie, stroking his engorged cock, obviously turned on by the sight of his boy's mouth filled with his shit. "Fuck boy, you look so hot like that. Thought this was never going to happen to you, right? Thought you could serve a man you knew loved to make boys eat his shit without ending up with a mouthful yourself somehow? Thought you were better, more dignified than those other boys, didn't you? Well you know different now that your mouth is full of my shit. Now you're just another toilet for me too."
Thomas took a long draw on his cigar while staring directly into Billy's eyes. He could see his boy pleading with those eyes, begging him to make this stop. But there was no room for mercy here. This had to be done. "Eat it, boy. Chew up my shit and swallow it down into your faggot belly. Do it now!"
The thought of chewing the shit in his mouth was already threatening to make Billy puke, but he knew that the only way to get the shit out of his mouth was to swallow it. He forced himself to take a bite of the vile log. It was thick and sticky, like trying to chew rancid peanut butter. And the chewing of it just released more of the putrid flavor into his mouth, the stink invading every pore of his being. He felt completely degraded, humiliated. He had never been this low. With all his resolve, he swallowed his first bite, feeling the slimy shit slide down his throat into his belly. He somehow managed not to throw it back up immediately.
He couldn't keep doing this. He shook his head violently from side to side, grunted around the shit still in his mouth, pleaded with his Sir with his eyes.
Thomas just kept stroking his dick. "I already told you, boy. There is no getting out of this. If you try to spit out the shit in your mouth I'll shove it down your throat with my own hands. Now go on, boy. Eat your meal. Chow down on the rest of that turd there."
Billy felt totally defeated. He knew for sure now that his Sir was serious, he would have to go all the way through with this. He had no choice but to eat the rest of the shit in his mouth. And if that was the case, he had to just make himself do it. He steeled himself and started chewing again. Fuck, it was so thick and chunky, he couldn't just swallow it quickly, he really had to chew it down. Every bite of the foul substance made him feel more degraded. Subhuman. But he did it. Gulp by gulp, he swallowed the rest of the turd.
He immediately realized that the hope he had that swallowing the shit would somehow make it better was severely misguided. Shit slime still coated the inside of his mouth. Shit flavored saliva was running out of the corners of his mouth. It was still awful. He knew it was of no use but he couldn't stop himself from begging for mercy again. "Sir, please. I can't..."
He never finished the sentence because all of a sudden an explosion of pain traveled through his body. His Sir had kicked him square in the nuts with his steel toed boots.
"ENOUGH!" Thomas bellowed. "I'm tired of your whining and begging, toilet. Toilets are silent and do their job without complaining. One more word from you and I'll go recruit some of my feeder friends to come over, I'm sure they would jump at the chance to feed my boy their shit. Nod that you understand, I don't want to hear another word out of your shit filled mouth."
Billy started crying, but his Sir remained stone faced, unmoved by the boy's tears. Eventually Billy slowly nodded his head.
"That's better, toilet. I've probably got two more turds of that size left in me. Open that mouth back up so I can shit in it again."
Billy did as directed. He was still sobbing as his Sir resumed his place on the rim chair and maneuvered his hole, now deeply smelling of shit, right over his open mouth. And he was still sobbing as he felt that hole dilate and its contents start to spill into his mouth. And he was still sobbing as another log of shit completely filled his mouth and his Sir pinched it off. "Cry all you want, toilet. But you best start eating that delicious shit I just fed so I can finish this off, I'm getting tired of holding my turds in just because you're so slow."
Billy at least knew what to expect now, and he knew that the sooner he swallowed what was in his mouth, the sooner he could get this whole thing over with. He felt nauseous as he began chewing again, the foul, bitter flavor assaulting his senses. But he pushed himself through it. Chew, swallow. Chew, swallow. Tears were still streaming down his face, but he was doing it. He was eating his Sir's shit.
But suddenly he truly couldn't take it anymore. His body rebelled against him, his stomach protested the vile substance being fed to it. He felt a rumbling in his belly and a rising wave of nausea that he couldn't contain. Then he started heaving. "Sir, I'm sorry. I think I'm gonna puke! I can't hold it in!"
Thomas sighed, rose from his seat, and took a couple steps away, not wanting to get blasted with what he knew was coming. Just a couple of seconds after he did, Billy vomited explosively. Shit filled puke went everywhere, all over the boy's body and all over the floor, filling the room with a horrible stench. Thomas sighed again and fetched the hose; one of the advantages of his basement dungeon with its concrete floors and the drains he'd installed was that it was easy to clean. He turned the water on full blast and began hosing the boy and the floor off. Billy cried out in shock, the water was freezing cold and he hadn't been prepared for it. But he was also able to take some of the water in his mouth and rinse a bit of the shit out of it, giving himself a moment of relief from his ordeal. He laid on the floor trying to settle his stomach and catch his breath.
"Toilets are supposed to keep their contents inside, what a mess you made. Count yourself lucky that I already gave you my word and that I didn't collect all that shit puke in a bucket and make you eat it for breakfast tomorrow. You've got two minutes, and then by god I'm going to finish taking this shit in your mouth. And if you vomit again I may just go back on my word, so I'd suggest you work hard not to let that happen."
Billy tried to collect himself. His ordeal was almost over, he just had to get through this last part. He wasn't sure he could keep himself from vomiting again, his stomach was still cramping and making horrible gurgling sounds. But he was going to try.
Thomas took a few more drags on his cigar while Billy caught his breath, but was soon ready to finish what he started. "Ok toilet, it's time to finish this. I'm going to feed you the rest of my shit now. And once I get going this time, I'm not going to stop until I'm empty. You're getting all of it. I suggest you chew and swallow a lot quicker than you have been, I don't want to make more of a mess here. Open that mouth."
Once again, Billy found himself with his mouth open and attached to his Sir's hairy hole, waiting for his Sir to take a crap in it. It didn't take long before we felt the hole opening, before he began to feel the shit pushing through it and entering his mouth, the wretched but now familiar taste overpowering him. He went into autopilot mode, turned his brain off, and just started chewing the big turd as soon as it slid in. His Sir egged him on. "Oh yeah, that's it toilet. Eat that shit right as it drops out of my ass. That's how you do it. It's all coming out boy, you're eating your Sir's full dump now. Emptying my bowels right into your toilet mouth!"
The shit just kept coming, his Sir had more shit left in him than he had thought. It was easily just as much as the first two rounds combined. Billy powered through it, kept his desire to vomit at bay, and chewed up and swallowed the shit as it poured into his mouth.
Finally, his Sir was done. Billy swallowed the last bite. He had finished. He started crying again from the relief.
Thomas stood up and over the boy again, jerking his cock furiously right over the boy's face. "Fuck yeah, boy. You did it. You ate all my shit! You're a fucking shiteater now, boy! A real toilet. There's no going back from this. You'll always have eaten shit. My shit! You ate all my shit! Now eat this fucking nut too, boy. UHHHHH!" Thomas had one of the most intense orgasms of his life, shooting rope after rope of sperm into his boy's mouth where it mingled with the shit still coating the inside of it.
After he was spent, there was just one last thing to do. He plunged his cock into his boy's shitty mouth. "Let me give you something to wash that down with, toilet." Tears still running down Billy's face, Thomas unloaded his bladder down the kid's throat, Billy gulping down every drop of his piss like the urinal he had long been trained to be.
And then it was over. The deed having been done, Thomas' whole demeanor shifted. It was time to take care of his boy now. He moved the rim seat and helped Billy to his feet. The boy was nearly catatonic, lost in a whole other world of degradation in his mind. Thomas guided the boy slowly up the stairs, through his bedroom, and into his large master bathroom. He sat Billy down on the toilet and disappeared for a few minutes, coming back into the bathroom with a glass of water and a bottle of beer. "Here boy, rinse your mouth out with this water to get the shit out of it, and then take a few swigs of the beer to get rid of the taste." Billy obeyed robotically while William got a hot shower started for them both. He put Billy in first and used the clean out hose to wash the rest of the shit off him, then stepped in with the boy and gently cleaned him off with a soapy washcloth. After he scrubbed the boy down good, he dried him off and led him over to the bed, then laid them both down facing each other.
They laid there in silence for a while, Thomas holding Billy close to him and gently stroking his hair. He waited while his boy recovered and started to come back to himself, and then spoke quietly.
"Boy, I am so very proud of you. I know how hard that was, how much you suffered for me. But you did it, boy. It's over now. And you got through it. And you're ok. I know you didn't like it, but you're ok."
Thomas paused and looked right into his boy's eyes. It was important he absorbed this next part. "I hope that you understand that I had to do that. You had to accept your place and what it takes to serve a man like me. It's not easy, and you will be required to suffer more for me as long as I own you. But I will also promise you this: I will never require you to do that again. I will do many things to you that you will not enjoy, but I will never make you eat my shit again."
Billy remained silent for another couple of minutes, processing everything that had happened. Thomas was right, it had been hard and he had suffered. But his Sir was also correct that he was ok now that it was over. What's more, he felt the kind of strength one does after having gotten to the other side of a terrible ordeal. As a service boy, he had a bit of the pride that comes from having endured something awful to please his Sir. If he could get through this, he could get through anything.
Billy smiled faintly and responded simply "Thank you, Sir."
Thomas returned his boy's smile. "Good boy! The best boy. Now. One last thing. I need you to get on your knees beside my bed, boy." He saw the hesitation in Billy's eyes and chuckled. "It's fine boy, nothing else bad is going to happen to you tonight. Go on."
Thomas retrieved the collar and stood in front of his boy, beaming with pride. "Boy, you have served me more completely than any boy ever has. I would be honored for you to wear my permanent collar. Will you still accept it?"
Billy didn't hesitate. No matter what had been done to him, he knew that Thomas was the man he was born to serve. He felt tears forming in his eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy. He smiled back up at his Sir. "Yes Sir, I will. I want to be your boy. For always."
Thomas bent down, removed the training collar from the boy's neck, and snapped his new permanent collar in place. Billy, overcome with emotion, grabbed onto his Sir's legs and held them tightly. They stayed that for a while, Sir and boy, basking in the moment of the start of their new relationship.
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A week passed. A week in which Billy had many opportunities to think about what had just transpired with his Sir. During this time he came to an important realization about himself and their relationship. When he arrived to serve his Sir again, he had a new sense of resolve.
After completing their usual greeting ritual and tasting his Sir's boots, Billy remained on his knees, looking up at his Sir. He loved that view so much, his Sir towering over him, looking powerful and in control, and himself on his knees waiting to be directed. It felt so right. And that feeling made it easier to say what he needed to say
"Sir, permission to speak and make a request?"
Thomas cocked an eyebrow, his boy didn't usually make requests, especially at this point in a session. "Permission granted, boy."
Billy took a big breath. No going back now. "Sir, I'd like to request to be allowed to eat your shit again."
Last week it had been Billy that was caught off guard and dumbfounded in the dungeon; now it was Thomas' turn. He found himself momentarily unable to reply to what he'd just heard. It had to be a mistake.
"Boy, I'm going to need you to repeat what you just said because it sounded like you asked to eat my shit again and I know that can't be correct."
Billy grinned up at his Sir, enjoying a rare moment of catching him off guard. "Sir, you heard correctly."
"Boy, I already promised you that you never had to do that again. What are you playing at here? You don't have to try to impress me, you know. You've already done that."
"I know, Sir. And I appreciate that. I know you're a man of your word. But, I've had a lot of time to think about what happened last week. And I realized some things."
"I won't pretend that eating your shit wasn't an awful experience for me. It was. I hated every second of it. And there's a big part of me that thinks I must be fucking crazy to ask for more. But Sir, I saw how happy it made YOU. I saw how turned on you were, that crazy huge load you shot in my mouth in the end. And as much as I hated what I had to go through to get you there..." He trailed off for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. "Sir, submission isn't just something I play at. And I know you know that. I know that what we do together is very real for both of us. Submitting to you, suffering for your pleasure, is what makes me happy. More than that, it makes me feel complete. Like I'm fulfilling my purpose. And if eating your shit brings you that much pleasure, then it's something I want to do for you. Because that's who I am and who I want to be." The intensity shown in his face left no doubt that his words came from the heart.
"And Sir, you were right. The limit was just inside my head. And I needed to get over it. I'm grateful to you for helping me to realize that."
Thomas stood there processing his boy's words, momentarily unable to respond. In all his years, he had never had a boy give so much of himself in service. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. He finally spoke quietly and gently. "Boy, you are a treasure. I will never understand what I did to deserve you and such devoted service. But I am honored."
Thomas allowed them to bask in another moment of furthering their bond for a bit, but soon that devilish grin returned to his face. "Boy, your request is granted. And it must be your lucky day, because as it turns out I could really go for emptying my bowels right about now. And I can't think of a better way to do that than using that toilet mouth of yours. Hope you came hungry, boy. Now go set up the rim seat and let's get this done."