My Personal Toilet - P1
I'd been eating shit for about two years when I happened upon a toilet club in need a new toilet. They were specifically looking for a toilet to serve Tuesdays and Thursdays from 7:00 PM to Midnight.
The idea of serving more than one man as a toilet had always interested me and regular jerk-off material, so I reached out to the group for details. The group consisted of 12 members and two toilets. The "bathroom" was set up in a gas station, about two towns north of me, owned by one of the members. Toilets were blindfolded and bound under the rimseat at the begging and released at the end of their shifts. Toilets were not allowed to talk to club members and were required to consume all the waste provided. If a toilet refused and/or made any kind of fuss, he's out, no questions asked.
I reached out to introduce myself, see if the position was still open and after a bit of back and forth with Tom, the club's founder, a time was set for an in-person interview, and trial session.
Tom asked me a series of questions about my health, my ability to serve, my ability to consume large amounts, and about my desire and commitment to serve the club. Once he finished questioning me, he had me lay udder his rimseat, and without any pomp or circumstance, he fed me. I swallowed his entire load with a few gags here and there and was then simply asked to leave. I was a little taken aback and disappointed that because I didn't know I'd passed the interview or not. About a week later I got an email from him with an address, instructions and my two timeslots.
My first shift was an intensely surreal experience. Everything from being bound under the rimseat, a first to me, to the thoughts that went through my head between guys, I don't know how to adequately put it into words other than to say I'd never felt as much like an object, a toilet, ever.
Four men in total fed me. Four men, I wasn't able to see fed me their shit and if I passed them on on the street I'd never know it. They simply used me and went on their way. It was fantastic.
I was a bit nervous when the second guy sat down above me; the taste and residue from my first feeding were still present in my mouth. He didn't care. Actually, I have no idea if he even noticed. He simply used me and added another layer and left.
I struggled to service the 4th guy but managed to get it all down. I am not sure how I managed it, but I did.
I have no idea how long I lay under the rimseat after the 4th guy had finished with me and when someone came to untie me.
Once untied I was simply told to get dressed and leave. I wasn't allowed to clean up or anything. I submit to, as was used as a toilet, and drove home as one.
About two or three months into serving the club, one of the guys using me started shooting a load of cum in my mouth after I finished swallowing his shit. He'd simply tell me to open my mouth. I pictured him stroking his cock above my open mouth, aiming and then unloading.
He came every Tuesday and Thursday, fed me and finished off with a load of cum. Because he was the only guy that did anything other than use me as a toilet. I began to grow some kind of attachment to him. I looked forward to that load of cum. To that sign that I'd served him well. Don't get me wrong, I loved serving as a club toilet in general, but that act of shooting into my mouth really got to me. I would jerk off after every shift and gradually it was to fantasies of serving him.
By the beginning of my 5th month serving the club, I'd become a very skilled toilet. I'd learned to choke down runny wet shit, dense dry shit and everything in between. I still struggled at times, but I took great pride swallowing down whatever was deposited in my mouth.
Sometime in my 6th month of service the guy that'd been giving me his cum "introduced" himself while he fed me. He didn't tell me his name or anything but did comment on how much my shit eating skill had improved.He said that he knew I couldn't respond due to club rules, as well as because my mouth was full of his shit, but he wondered if I'd ever considered serving someone as a long-term toilet and sub or if serving the club (i.e., many guys) as a toilet what got me off.
He finished me off that night, as he always did, and left. I didn't answer him, but a seed had been planted.
A couple of weeks later he spoke to me again and after he finished coming in my mouth he said: I'll be parked down the road in Wendy's parking lot at 12:30. That should give you enough time to be released, get dressed and drive over. I know club rules forbid toilets from talking to, let alone meeting members, but I want to talk to you about becoming my personal toilet.
I fed from three other guys that night. It was like I was on autopilot - my mind was elsewhere, but I continued to serve. I wanted to meet this guy, but I was afraid it was a test. He'd been feeding me and I'd been fantasizing about him for so long; thought of being his personal toilet. Let me say that again, his personal toilet.
I had to chance it.