One Night Only
*Contains ws, scat, drug use & dom/sub play. This story is a factual account of a recent experience of mine.
Please do not reproduce without permission. Strictly 18+ only*
It was around midnight on a weekend in February and I was out partying in some god awful straight club that my friends had dragged me to. The place was rammed with hot scantily clad women being hit on by average looking straight guys that all had the same haircut. I'd decided to come out at the last minute so had only had a couple of drinks and was desperately playing catch up ordering double whiskeys every two minutes.
It was about 5 or 6 drinks in that I noticed cocaine not-so-subtly being exchanged between 2 of the girls in our group and, still not feeling the effects of the alcohol enough to tolerate the shit music deafening my ears, I cheekily asked if I could have a key.
Girls are generous when they're fucked, so I made my way to the bathroom and waited for a cubicle to come free. Once in I heaped a generous dose of coke onto my key and snorted it at the same time someone was helpfully using the hand dryer to cover the sound.
I realised now I was here I needed to piss so pulled my cock out to go and checked my phone with my other hand. No messages. Well fuck, I decided I might as well re-download grindr, which I deleted the other week cos I was sick of disappointing hook-ups. I set my profile to a torso pic with just my age and the word `Submissive'. Not very original I know, but suggestive enough for fellow horny drunk guys to send me filthy messages I hoped.
A bit about me: I'm 25, white with dark brown hair and eyes, standard 6 inch uncut cock, have a well paid job, quite short at 5"8 but keep fit in the gym and regardless most of my partners like that they can overpower me with their superior size. See I'm a natural born sub, growing up I obeyed all the rules, was never in trouble at school and when I started masturbating at 13 I very quickly got into watching BDSM porn. My biggest desire at that young age was that one day I would be pissed on by another guy, who would be smirking at me while he did it - so you can say porn corrupted my mind very early ha ha.
Unfortunately for me I wouldn't get to act on these desires for years until I came out at 18. That's when I moved to uni and discovered grindr. Fast enough I'd hooked up with a roster of guys but none of them were very kinky, or at least I wasn't confident enough to bring it up. Finally one night at 21 I ventured into the local kink bar alone to try my luck and as fate would have it I met a guy in there who was a bit older at 28, good lucking and who went on to become my first boyfriend for a few years. To cut a long story short, the night we met and got back to his flat he asked straight up if I liked spit and piss cos he was gonna give me plenty of both, and my whispered reply of "yes sir" started a good few years of hot dom/sub sex where I fulfilled (most) of my filthiest fantasies.
But back to the story at hand.
By now I'd finished pissing and put my cock away. For good measure, I snorted another key up my other nostril as I flushed and went back into the bar. I started to loosen up a bit more, and eventually didn't even mind the music, but started to feel hot and sweaty as the effects of the coke hit me like a train.
After dancing like a maniac for another hour I headed into the smoking area to cool off for a bit and checked my phone again. Sure enough I was bombarded with messages, ranging from simple "hey"s to graphic descriptions of how they would "destroy my cunt" and instructions for me to leave my door unlocked so they could walk in, fuck me and go.
I replied to a few, when one guy around my age staying at a nearby hotel sent his location with the message "here for one night only, come over if you wanna push your limits - I don't do safe words so know exactly what you want beforehand." This seemed safer than letting strangers walk into my flat and his confidence turned me on so we went back and forth for a bit swapping pictures and I set off to meet him. I quickly messaged my friends to say I was tired and going home but hope they have a great night when he sent another message.
"Get tape on the way. Hurry the fuck up". Dutifully I walked into the 24 hour shop just around the corner from the hotel and bought some heavy duty silver tape. The guy at the cashier smirked knowingly as I paid for the suspect item at 2am and said "have a good night man". I blushed but felt my phone buzz and quickly left the shop.
"Fag, what would you say if I was into scat?" I stopped dead.
I replied truthfully, "I've never done it, sir" but could feel my cock getting hard. Honestly I'd long since become a piss pig, but had never met anyone into that dirtiest of kinks: shit. Even my dom ex, who got off on using me as a urinal, spitting in my hair and mouth, forcing me to lick his sweaty arse, feet and balls, lick the mud from his running shoes and occasionally eat the snot from his nose had never been interested in shit beyond making me lick his cock clean right after fucking me.
I'd thought about it quite a lot though, and some of my best wank sessions had been from watching porn where dom guys shit into some pathetic subs mouth and made him eat it. For me it represented the ultimate form of humiliation - actually chewing and swallowing the shit from another mans arse to get him off. I'd wondered if I could ever sink that low and become a shiteater.
Nervously, almost compulsively, and undoubtedly spurred on by the coke, I added, "but I would like to try."
Almost immediately he replied, "that's good pig, cos I've been holding this in all night waiting for a pathetic fag like you to come along". This guy really knew how to push my slut buttons and I resumed walking to the hotel, thoughts running wild about what might happen. I thought about pussying out but it's not every day the chance comes along to experiment with scat with a young and fit stranger so I steeled myself to go through with it.
When I got there he was waiting at the entrance and we both gave each other a look over. He stood tall and imposing, at least 6 feet, with muscular arms and a face and hairstyle that reminded me of Ryan Phillippe. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, a pair of dark jeans and a pair of nike trainers that looked like they had seen better days. His expression was hard to read but he must have been satisfied with what he saw as he motioned wordlessly for me to follow him into the lobby.
It was late so nobody was really around as we entered the lift. He punched the button for the 7th floor and I got in after him. Here he pulled me firmly into him so I could feel his hard cock in my lower back and I just whimpered like a whore in heat. He laughed softly and relieved me of the tape I was holding as we exited the lift at his floor, me trailing behind him admiring his firm arse through his dark jeans.
He swiped his room door open and went inside, not bothering to look back at me. I quickly entered before the door shut and he finally turned to me and spoke.
"Get naked. Now." I quickly stripped down to my underwear, and was about to remove those when he stopped me. "Leave those for now slut, and turn around." I complied, my cock already leaking just from being spoken to like this from a man I just met whose name I didn't know. He then grabbed both my arms and pulled my hands behind my back, before quickly tying my wrists together with layer after layer of tape. He then guided me to the bed and forcefully pushed me over so that I fell face forward.
I heard him kick off his shoes and start undressing and I kept my face down on the bed waiting for whatever he had planned. I then felt his considerable weight press down on me as he mounted my back, roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my face to one side. He was holding one of his battered trainers which he clamped over my nose and said "I've been walking round the city in these all day fag, smell good?"
He wasn't kidding I thought, as the heavy wafts of foot sweat permeated my nostrils. My cock was straining against the bed as I answered "yes sir" which came out muffled as his trainer was also covering my mouth.
"They got all dirty when I went for a piss in the public toilets earlier, look just here" he pointed out flecks of grime and who knows what else on the underside of the shoe.
"Don't think the cleaners had been in a while, the floor was covered in piss and dirt. Clean them for me. NOW" he slapped my arse as he spoke the last word to emphasise the point and I reluctantly held out my tongue. Immediately I could taste stale urine and some earthy taste as he gleefully ran the underside of his trainer over my tongue, up and down intermittently telling me to swallow the muck that was coming off them.
"Like the taste of strangers' piss in your mouth, fag?" he taunted and I could feel him grinding his hips into me.
"No sir" I answered, my face scrunched in disgust as I thought about how many people probably pissed on the floor that these trainers had walked in.
"Too bad" he laughed and I thought I felt his dick get harder.
After he'd made sure I'd licked away all the dirt and grime from his shoe, he threw it down onto the floor and then ripped my calvin kleins off me, exposing my naked arse.
"Veryyy nice boy" he commented as his hands explored my cheeks & I almost subconsciously pushed my arse out further in response to the compliment. He slapped my bare arse once, twice, three times with increasing force, continuing for a good 10 or so minutes until I was red raw and desperate for him to stop.
Finally, he seemed satisfied and walked around to the other side of the bed where my head was. I looked up to see his magnificent 7 inch cock pointing straight at me and leaking precum.
"Suck my dick, fag" he said casually and I willingly went to work, making sure I tasted all his pre before rhythmically impaling my throat on his cock. Every 5 or so strokes I'd go balls deep and he'd let out a satisfied moan. After a while he took charge, grabbing my head and fucking away as I lay there and took it, focusing on keeping my teeth away from his dick and not puking.
He took a break, and walked back around the bed out of my sight as I panted from the skull fucking. I heard him open a drawer and he said "You like coke fag?"
I responded yes and he came back to my side of the bed where he racked out a few lines, snorted one through a straw and told me to come get some. I awkwardly pulled myself up to the bedside table, still not being able to move my hands, and he held the straw up to my nose so I could sniff. Then I noticed he also had a bottle of poppers and without asking this time he unscrewed the cap and held it under my nose and ordered me to take deep breaths, first in one nostril then the other.
Fuck, I was going to be a wreck.
His cock had softened a little by now and he said "follow me to the bathroom fag, I need a piss". I could feel my face burning red from the hit of poppers and eagerly followed. His hotel room had a spacious bathroom, with a large walk in shower that he pointed me towards. "Kneel in there fag."
I hurriedly did as told and sank to my knees, mouth open wide and looked him in the eyes as he let loose. A stream of warm piss erupted from his cock and went straight into my waiting mouth and I did my best to swallow it down as he grinned wickedly down at me.
"That's it fag, swallow it all." I willingly obeyed and was desperate to play with my cock as I was being used in this way but couldn't touch myself due to the tape, which I was starting to regret buying.
Finally, he stopped pissing, but not before making sure my face and hair were drenched first. Then he said "Now lie down on your back, fag, and get ready for my shit" and his tone was one of excitement, eyes lit up with desire & I suddenly understood there was probably no way out of this - my hands were literally tied, he was much bigger than me and I was too drunk and drugged up to offer any resistance or think logically how to back out.
I anxiously did as he said and lay on my back and watched him walk in and stand over me.
"Never done this before huh fag? Well after tonight I will have turned you into a shit eating pig for the rest of your life, there's no undoing what I'm about to do to you hahaha" his pleasure at this was palpable and evident in that huge smirk he had on his face as he looked down at my head on the shower floor between his feet.
"Ok fag, hope you're ready for this" and he turned around and lowered himself oh so slowly so that his arse was squatting directly over my face. Was I ready for this? I'd watched plenty of porn just like this, and the shit eater more often than not seemed to struggle and wretch, clearly experiencing every foul taste and texture I'd imagine shit to possess.
I didn't need to imagine much longer, as his hole slowly got wider and he let rip a fart directly into my face and mouth. The smell was disgusting and I tried to turn my head to one side but he said "rim my hole fag, get your tongue right in there" and despite my disgust I followed his orders like the sub slut I am.
I ran my tongue around his hole first before coming to the centre and tentatively licking at it but couldn't taste any shit...yet. Encouraged, I began rimming his hole in earnest as he moaned above me, and incredibly I felt more hot piss dribbling onto my chest as he got ready to use me like any other toilet.
Suddenly my tongue ran into something solid, and no sooner had I registered the presence of a turd it began rapidly evacuating his shit chute into the only place it could: my horrified waiting mouth. Immediately I knew I didn't like this. As the log began filling up my mouth the bitter taste overwhelmed me even as my cheeks got fuller.
"Yeahhh fag, how's my shit taste you filthy fucker?" He was grunting with the pleasure of emptying his bowels even as I started to panic and wretch underneath him. At last the turd broke off and he stood up and turned around to look at me.
I looked up into his eyes and he gazed back lustfully, slightly breathless and tugging at his cock.
"Fuck yeah toilet" he said in a low voice which even in my predicament I found sexy as hell. He then knelt down and aimed his cock at my mouth and started pissing again. His piss filled whatever space in my mouth wasn't already crammed with his shit until his flow dribbled to a halt.
Meanwhile I still hadn't made any move to get rid of it, and was breathing through my nose holding the foul concoction in my mouth in pure disgust. He stared intently at me for a second and then placed a hand firmly over my mouth.
"Chew."
When I didn't immediately respond he forced my jaw up and down with one hand and pinched my nipple so hard with the other I would have screamed if my mouth weren't covered. With tears in my eyes I reluctantly started chewing and felt the shit breaking up in my mouth. Bits and pieces of god knows what were mixing in with the urine and the taste seemed to amplify. Still I didn't swallow.
I could tell he loved that I hated this. His eyes never left mine and he kept up steady moans like "yeah toilet fag, taste my piss and shit" "no going back from this" "what would your family think if they saw you now." Then sealing my fate he brought his other hand up to my nose and pinched, immediately cutting off my air supply.
Fuck fuck fuck I thought, knowing I would need to empty my mouth to breathe and the only way he would let that happen would be to swallow the mess in my mouth. I pleaded with him with my eyes and tried to get up but his weight easily held me in place and he shook his head in amusement.
"Just swallow it baby, you'll fucking love it." Finally, mustering all my submissive instincts and still feeling the coke and poppers, I swallowed.
I felt the lumpy excrement push its way past my uvula and down my throat. There was so much shit in my mouth it took 3 full swallows to clear it completely, each one as bad as the last and each made worse by the urine accompanying it: laying on my back like this it almost felt like I was drowning in his waste. When it was gone at last he removed his hands and I gratefully gasped in air, mouth open wide to show him I'd swallowed it all.
"Gooood boy, good boy" he cooed as if speaking to a baby eating their first solid meal. I felt violated, completely debased and humiliated by the act he had just forced me to commit - and he just continued to tug on his cock standing over me. My own cock was rock hard and pulsing below me far out of reach.
"Ready for more?" he flashed a grin when my eyes went wide - more?! But ignoring my protests he turned back around.
This time I kept my mouth firmly shut and his shit was squashed between my lips and nose and his arse. He turned around and tutted.
"Don't do that" he cooed again in that condescending tone "here, open up" he scooped up some of the shit in one hand and brought it to my mouth. When I didn't open, he used his other hand to lean down and pinch my nipple again so hard I thought he was about to rip it off.
The second my mouth opened he pushed his crap straight into it and covered my mouth again like last time.
"Listen fag, you're not leaving this bathroom until you've eaten ALL my shit, so get used to it and get swallowing." Knowing he meant every word, I started chewing again.
Slowly, so slowly I forced myself to swallow every morsel he'd given to me as he watched. When I'd finished second helpings he reached his hand behind his back back and scooped more of his shit onto his hand and brought it to my mouth. He repeated this process two more times until at long last he seemed to be empty and he had me suckle his fingers clean.
"Now clean up my dirty arse" he ordered turning back around. By now this was an easy task for me. As I was tongue fucking his hole clean he jerked off above me, making louder and louder moaning noises as he got closer and after around 10 minutes he span around to face me, and rammed his cock into my mouth.
Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled my mouth as he roared in animalistic pleasure, which I happily swallowed as a reprieve from swallowing his faeces. He stayed there for a little while coming down from his intense high. Then he got out of the shower and went back into the bedroom, leaving me there reeking of his shit.
I just lay there looking up at the ceiling wide eyed trying to get my head around what I'd just done.
He came back a few minutes later with a litre bottle of water. He opened it up and nonchalantly emptied the bottle over me, giving me a sudden cold shower that caused me to gasp in shock. He just looked at me as if waiting for a complaint, but of course I said nothing to rebuke him.
Smiling, he went to the sink and refilled the bottle with warm water then squatted down over the opening. I watched in horror as I realised he was giving himself an enema. When he had squirted a good portion of the water into his rectum he got back in the shower "wanna make sure you don't miss any of my shit fag, so you can drink my enema water" he laughed.
Sure enough he squatted down over me and his douche water burst out into my face. My mouth was open and the jet of dirty water hit my throat so fast I spluttered and felt some come out of my nose. Pieces of shit were all over my face and chest. Some had splattered up the walls of the shower.
He turned around and saw the mess he had made. "Oh dear, bad aim - get all this cleaned up, fag" and he leant down to remove the tape from my hands. Broken, no longer able to summon any resistance, I dutifully got to work licking up the mess from the walls and scraping it off my chest into my mouth. When I was done, he turned on the shower and we both cleaned off in the warm water. "You can wank off over my body if you like, fag."
My cock had been hard throughout the ordeal and was aching for release. I furiously jacked off while he watched me, smirk back on his face. "Yeah that's it, think of what you've just done you dirty fucker. You are a toilet now. Whenever you feel proud of yourself just remember this moment. I just fed you all my shit and you ate every single piece of it like the fucking dog you are."
This pushed me over the edge and I came harder than I have ever cum in my life. Breathless, used and violated by this stranger with no name, he switched the shower off, flashed me a grin and said "now get lost fag".
Thanks for reading boys, this is the first story I've written and submitted to nifty as I just had to put it all down into words once it was over. Hope you enjoyed it, if you want to give any feedback you can message me at rylkink.92@gmail.com.