I waited on the platform, about to board my train to Bristol; I had my orders the night before. I was dressed in a filthy jock strap, yellow from the months of cum and piss I've added to it, a pair of tight white shorts, and an equally tight white t-shirt. It wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't so chubby, it showed off everything. The humiliation of people staring at me like that, before I even got on the train was making my cock stiffen.
The train finally arrived, I boarded and found a seat away from everyone, and my mind started drifting about what is going to happen to me, my guts were churning, partly out of nerves, mostly from having a full arse. I had been ordered not to piss or shit that morning, I just hoped the train ride wouldn't be to long. By the time the train had arrived, I followed my orders and had just finished a two litre bottle of water, I needed to piss so bad, I was hoping I wouldn't have to wait to long when I arrived.
The train pulled in, I made my way passed all the people pushing and shoving on my way to the exit, I finally emerged at the exit of the station, and waited outside as ordered. Ten minutes later I received a text message of my master.
"Good slut, glad you're on time, and dressed as I told you. Make your way down to the road in front of you; you're to piss yourself on the way. I am watching"
I started to walk down, and my phoned buzzed again.
"Not that side, cross over"
I crossed over the road, and along the side was a pub with a beer garden, people out in the warm sun eating their meals, I went red again, before I started to piss. I just let go as fast as I could, the front of my shorts went transparent enough to see the filthy jock underneath, my trainers filled with my piss. I reached the bottom of the road, my phoned buzzed.
"Cross over, behind the post box, you will find a bottle, drink it, and walk into the town centre"
I went to the post box, behind was a bottle filled with piss, I picked it up, it was cold. I opened the top and took a sip; it was so st ed a bit, but swallowed it down. When I got into the town, I received another message.
"Go to the hotel, room 231, I will be waiting"
I made my way over to the hotel we agreed on, my guts were rumbling, I still had the chance to get out, but I had been wanting this for so long, and my cock wouldn't let me back out. I slipped past reception and into the elevators, pressed for floor 2. The doors were just about to shut, when a family jumped in. All I heard then, was a teenager, whisper to his dad "can you smell piss?" I was so humiliated; I couldn't wait for the lift to reach my floor. Luckily they turned a different way down the corridor, and I made my way to the room. I was standing outside. I gently knocked the door.
"Come" the first words I had heard my master speak. I entered the room. I couldn't see around the corner. So still only had the image in my head from the photos he had sent me. "Go in the bathroom, lie in the bath don't say a word" the door to the bathroom was to my left; I went in and did as I was told. The bath was cold; I knew it would be warm soon enough.
I lay in the bath for what seamed like ages, then he finally entered. My eyes were looking straight up. He walked over, got out his cock, and pissed over me, starting on my chest, soaking the t-shirt. Up into my mouth. I drank it down quickly, the acid like piss spraying into my eyes, stinging. "Hands out in front" he snarled, I put my arms out and a pair of handcuffs being clicked on and he came into sight. The photos he had sent must have been a few years old. He had a large beer gut, and looked a lot older, defiantly not a guy that turns me on, I was really going to suffer. He grabbed my hair and pulled me into a sitting position. "Get out, onto the bed". I struggled to get out of the bath with my hands cuffed, and the bath wet with piss, I went through onto the bed. "Lay down on your back". I lay there waiting; he approached, stripping as he came. He took out a pair of scissors and cut my t-shirt and sorts off, leaving me there in j
pissy jock. He sat on my chest, with his cock resting on my lips; I could smell the cheese and stink coming from it. He pulled back his foreskin, it was filthy. He slid it into my mouth and I started cleaning, the taste making me gag, once he was fully hard, he leaned forward and mounted my mouth, and started fucking my throat, I knew I was going to puke. I felt it coming up into my mouth, and he kept fucking away, in my puke filled mouth, I quickly swallowed what I could. Then he pulled off.
He turned himself around and put his arse on my face, the smell was horrific, he had not wiped for ages, and I got to work with my cleaning, I knew I was not putting enough effort into it; he reached into my jock for my balls, and started pulling. Every time I lost speed, he gave them a tug. Then I felt the tip of his log at the entrance to his hole, and he sat back hard, there was no escape. He started to push, filling my mouth. The more shit that came out, the harder my balls were pulled. I started to gag, and try to get away. This was my first time eating, I gulped it down the best I could, trying not to puke. Then it happened again, I puked, felt my mouth refilling with what I just swallowed. I knew there was no getting out of it, I ate it back down.
Once he was done my face was covered in shit. I looked a right pig, he got out his camera, started taking some photos. "front" was all he said. I flipped over, and felt a finger go into my tight ass hole, no lube, no spit. He worked it in and out, getting it browner, he wiped off into my hair. He lay down on my back, and one thrust his cock was up me, my hole felt like it had split. He pumped as hard as he could, my shit spilling out, covering us both, he stopped.
He held out his hands "shit" was all he said, I emptied my arse into his waiting hands, he picked up this mess and rubbed it into my hair, my back, armpits and as much as he could reach. He went back to fucking. After a few more strokes he came deep up me. He reached down onto the floor and picked up a plug, hole was open and gaping; I knew it wouldn't be the same after this weekend. He left me like that while he went to the bathroom to wash up. Within the first hour of meeting he already turned me into his piss drinking, shit eating cumdump. I can't wait for the rest.
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