My Personal Toilet - P3
This is for the gay urination and incest story archives
My uncle instructed me to go home, not wash my mouth out, not to cum and to be at his house at 10:00 AM. My mind was in a cloud, not only had he been using me for months, he wants me to be his personal toilet. My uncle's personal toilet. Chastity? Training?
It was a rough night, to say the least. I was so fucking horny, I still had the taste of shit in my mouth and all I could think about was my uncle feeding me his shit and cum. I stroked a bit but was too close to the edge. I decided to just take an Ambien and try and sleep.
I rang the doorbell a few minutes before 10. I heard my uncle yell from somewhere inside.
"Come in, take your clothes off. Fold them neatly and place them to the right of the door. You are to kneel to the left of the door with your arms crossed behind your back."
I did as told and waited.
"Follow me into the living room and kneel, just as you are now, in front of the wingback chair. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir"
I followed him into the living room and kneeled as instructed.
"Stand up; I want to see you."
I did as told.
"You're clearly turned on; your cock is hard as a rock. Turn around and bend over, I want to see your hole."
I did as instructed. He got up from his chair and I felt him near my hole. I heard him sniff me and then I felt his tongue. A moment later he was back in the chair and I stayed exactly as I was told to.
"I've spoken with Tom and told him that you won't be serving the club any longer, you'll finish out next week, but after that, you're officially done. I told him we met independently online and that you agreed to become my personal toilet. I did tell him that I'd make you available for club use as a back-up. If a shift cannot be filled, I told him you'd fill it."
With that said, he got up walked into the kitchen and returned with a large bowl of ice water, a box, and a tailor's tape measure.
He put the bowl of ice water down in front of me.
"Get on all fours and lower your cock and balls into the bowl. I cannot get a true mesaurement with you hard."
A few minutes later I was instructed to pull out of the bowl, resume kneeling and he began to measure my cock and balls. As soon as I started to get hard again, it was back in the bowl. We repeated the process three times before he got what he needed. I don't know if you guys have ever submerged your cock and balls in ice water, but it isn't pleasant.
He rummaged through the box and pulled out a stainless steel chastity device. He slipped the base ring around my cock and balls and when I got hard, it was back in the bowl.
"44 mm is a perfect fit. We might have to fiddle with the cage itself, but I have many and they're all interchangeable."
After pulling myself out of the bowl the cage itself was fit and locked on.
"You will remain caged indefinitely. You will be allowed out to do a thorough cleaning every two weeks; the open nature of the cage will allow for daily cleaning. You will only be allowed to get hard and/or cum when you have shit in your mouth, mine or someone else's. I need you to start thinking of your cock, your ability to get hard and to cum mine. Your cock, like you, belong to me."
"Yes, Sir"
"Follow me upstairs."
I followed him upstairs and into his bedroom.
"Kneels as you were downstairs, facing the walk-in closet."
I did as instructed. He waslked over and opened the door. It wasn't a closet at all, well it was, but it had been converted."
"Lay with your head under the rimseat."
I did as instructed and he marked the floor near my wrists, my balls, and my ankles. My guess would be that he would sink bondage points into the floor similar to the club's set up.
"If you are downstairs and I have not given you instruction, and you're not in a "free period" you are to kneel in the right corner of the room, facing the corner, with your hands behind your back. If you are upstairs, you are to come in here and lay under the rimseat. Do you understand?
"Yes. Sir."
"You remain facing the corner, or under the rimseat until given instruction and/or allowed to move. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir"
Follow me into the bathroom and stand in the tub.
I did as instructed; my head was buzzed to a crew cut, my arms, pits, legs, and ass were all buzzed, as well.
"Have you ever eaten shit/cleaned shit from a man's feet?"
"No, Sir."
"It's a service I enjoy having performed often. When was the last time you took a shit? Do you think you could shit for me now?"
"Yesterday morning, Sir. Yes, I could shit for you now, Sir."
"Have you ever eaten your own shit before?"
"Yes, Sir."
"A full load?"
"No, Sir."
"Head downstairs, grab a plat from the kitchen, then kneels in front of the couch."
I did as instructed. When Sir sat down in front of me, he ordered me to shit on the plate. Even after everything that had happened, was happening, shitting in front of my uncle was a new level for me. Watching him watch me was intense.
"Place the plat directly in front of me."
I did as instructed. I presented him with a healthy five or so inch piece of shit.
"I am going to step in your shit, you are going to clean it from my foot and we will repeat the process until all of the shit is gone and my foot doesn't have a trace of shit left. I want you to lick the plate clean and then thank me for the experience. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
Sir stepped into the shit getting it all over his sole and between his toes and presented me with his foot. It took about 15/20 minutes to get his foot clean the first time and we repeated the process three more times before my shit was gone and his foot was clean.
I was in complete sub-space while digging my shit from between his toes, licking biting chunks off his soles. I am sure I must have looked a mess. I could feel shit all around my mouth and on my cheeks.
"Lick the plate clean."
I did as instructed and was then instructed to kneel facing the corner.