So how did I acquire this human bidet? About 8 years ago it was just a standard sub. I found it on Grindr.
I constantly search apps looking for new boys. I'm not picky when it comes to physical features. Sure, I love a pretty twink, who doesn't? But I can find uses for a variety of types. Whether they're tall, short, slim, chubby, muscular, hairy, smooth, young, or old I can almost always find a use for them. The key quality I'm looking for is obsequious servility.
When I first noticed this boy, I found him to be kinda cute, but not amazing. He was a 28 yo otter with an average body. He did have a decent ass and seemed to like showing it off in his pics. That was my in.
I messaged him:
"Nice ass. Would love to use it sometime."
Boys like him can't believe a God like me has messaged them. I'm incredibly hot. Supermodel face and perfectly chiseled body. They know I can do better than them. Many times they think they're being catfished.
"Um. Ok...That sounds great. But I'm finding it hard to believe ur for real."
"You're into kink and a sub. I'm a Dom and always looking to play with new subs. You down?"
"Yes, Sir! I'd love to, but you mind if we meet somewhere neutral first?"
"Of course. How about a coffee shop or something. You choose the time and place and send me the details. We'll chat and see if it goes anywhere. You can see that I'm real, and really interested."
I arrived at the coffee shop a bit early. Ordered a coffee and waited. It soon arrived and noticed me. It came over and sat at my table with a dumbstruck look on its face.
"Well, I'm real. What do you think?"
"I think I want you to fuck me, Sir."
"All right. You live near here?"
Its home was within walking distance of the coffee shop.
As soon as it shut the door of its apartment I said, "take off your clothes and get on your knees you worthless faggot."
"Yes, Sir."
I took off my clothes, stuck my cock in its mouth and face fucked it a bit. I put my hands behind its head and pulled it forward trying to get all my cock in its throat. It kept choking and pushing me away. I had to slap its face many times and constantly remind it to keep its hands behind its back.
"You're not very good at this. So disappointing that you haven't had your throat properly trained by now. Let's see if your ass is any good. I push its head down to the floor and held it in place with my foot on its face.
I start to insert my cock and it says, "wait, Sir. I don't have any lube in it."
"Sounds like your problem."
Oh did that thing squeal as I pounded. It's hole was ok, but it didn't really know how to properly milk my cock with it. Obviously this sub had never been trained by a real Dom. It did have some nice cheeks that were fun to slap. They were cherry red by the time I was finished.
I filled its unworthy hole with my load. As I was pulling out, I hocked up a big loogie, removed my foot from its face, and spit on it.
"What kind of fucking host are you? I'm a guest in your home and you haven't even offered me a drink."
"So sorry, Sir. I'll get that right away."
As it was getting my drink, I put my clothes on and sat on its most comfortable chair. It handed me my drink and I commanded it to kneel before me.
"Worship my feet."
I scrolled my phone and sipped my drink as it worked. After I finished, I got up, put on my shoes, and headed for the door.
"Can I see you again, Sir?"
"That depends on you. If you seriously want to see me again, get a dildo the size of my cock and practice on that throat of yours. Send me daily videos of your practice with it. And lock up that useless cock. I'll do random cage checks. If you don't respond within 5 minutes it's over. From this point forward I decide when you orgasm. Do not ever cum unless I explicitly tell you to. If I'm satisfied with your progress on these things, then in a month or so I'll send you a 30 minute warning that I'm coming over. I don't care if you're at your mother's funeral, you better fucking be here when I arrive or you'll never see me again."
"Yes, Sir."
These initial meetings with subs aren't just for my pleasure. This is a fact finding mission. I'm seeing how they react to my aggressiveness. If they don't totally submit to me and my demands then it will never work out between us. It was obvious this boy loved every second of being used by me.
I was pleased with its progress so a few weeks later I texted it, "30 mins."
When I arrived it greeted me at the door naked holding a tray with three drinks.
"I wasn't quite sure what you preferred to drink, Sir. So, I have a beer, glass of wine, and some water here.
"I see you've learned some manners since I was last here. That's a good boy. Just set those drinks on the table next to the chair over there. I'll have all three. Then get on all fours and face the chair.
"Yes, Sir."
I took off my clothes and sat on the chair.
"Now come closer and eat out my hole."
I propped my feet up on its back and sipped my selection of drinks while it did its work.
"Damn, boy. I think I finally found what you're good at. You were born to eat ass."
It stopped for a moment to explain, "I had a condition when I was a kid, Sir. They had to do surgery on my tongue. That resulted in me having a longer than usual tongue."
"Well, I'm sure thankful for that surgeon right now."
I stayed in that position until all my drinks were finished. Then I sat up and told it to get on its knees.
"I gotta piss."
I put my dick in its mouth and emptied my bladder down its throat. After I was done, I just stayed in there and told it to put its hands behind its back. I grabbed two handfuls of its hair and throatfucked the hell out of it. I was happy to see that it had improved a lot since the last time. I only had to slap it two or three times to correct it.
After I emptied my load it said, "Thank you, Sir."
"Ah, now that's what was missing from last time. Never forget to be grateful for my gifts. You've made a lot of improvement. I'm proud of you. I'll message you again sometime when I need your services."
Months went by and I made use of it two or three more times. I see each standard sub very infrequently. To make sure I'm constantly in their mind, I'll give them tasks to work on and require that they send video or picture evidence that they've done them.
It had been around 6 months since our first hookup, and I notified it that I was on my way.
This was an intense throatfucking session on its bed. I made it set up a webcam connected to a laptop that was on the bed. The camera was pointed at its face hanging over the bed. This allowed me to watch as I throatfucked it. Watching my beautiful ass pumping away as I wreck a boy's thrussy is so hot.
I pissed in its mouth and told it to not swallow but just hold it there. Then I pushed my cock all the way in and watched on the laptop as my piss poured down its face. It coughed and choked up as my piss went into its nostrils. I laughed and continued to pound away. I also beat the hell out of its balls until it cried.
I took my time with this session, but eventually I came down its throat. And when I pulled out a raspy, "Thank you, Sir" came out of its mouth.
It pulled itself up on the bed and sort of collapsed there exhausted. I sensed it was in a vulnerable place. It's moments like these that I will reveal a side of myself that new boys haven't seen: caring Daddy.
I straddled its chest, and looked down at it. My beautiful eyes and mischievous smile just ruin all faggots. They never seem to realize they are a fly trapped in the spider's web.
"What's going on, sexy? What are you thinking? You okay?"
It went on a long rambling story about estranged family relations, unsatisfying career, difficulty in maintaining friendships and romantic relationships. These were obviously emotional topics for it, and I'm very good at pretending to care about such trivialities. It found that only our sessions seemed to be fulfilling for it, and it wondered what that meant about itself. It thought it shouldn't enjoy being abused for my pleasure so much. But it did enjoy it. More than any other sexual or romantic experience it ever had.
"It means you're a faggot. Only a faggot finds fulfillment from being used by a man like me. You're conflicted because society has told you it's wrong to like this, but you'll be more content if you accept what you are and move on."
"I really enjoy talking to you, Sir. It feels like you're the only person that gets me. If anyone else called me a faggot I'd be offended, but it sounds like a compliment coming from you."
"Of course, I know you better than you know yourself. I'm familiar with your type. I've met a thousand boys like you. Since I know you so well. I know what you need. You need to please me. And I'm such a good fit for you because I want, expect, and demand that you please me. You give and I take. We are opposites that have a symbiotic relationship of mutual benefit."
"You are so wise, Sir."
"I openly admit that I'm a selfish man here to use you. But what you can learn from me is that being used by me is good for you. It's what you need feel fulfilled. I'm the best therapist you'll ever have because I won't bullshit you. I'll tell you exactly what a worthless loser you are. I'll help you accept your true nature and teach you that through service to me you can find a meaningful existence."
"I'm ready to learn from you, Sir."
"To better help you find your place in the world, I need to know your most inner and secret fantasies. Something you've wished for but thought it wasn't possible. You may think fantasies are meaningless, but actually they give me insight into knowing what's best for you. And sometimes I make fantasies come true for good boys."
"Well, I do have a fantasy I've been wanting to tell you. This is a perverted idea I've had floating in my head for years now. It turns me on so much, yet I'm very ashamed of it. Since I met you, and you've kept me in this state of constant hornyness, I find myself thinking about it all the time. I want so much for you to use me this way. But it's so gross and embarrassing. I'm afraid you'll be turned off by it and lose all respect for me."
"That's impossible, boy. I already have absolutely zero respect for you. So, there's nothing you can say that will make me think less of you. That's why it's safe to tell me everything."
"Well, Sir, I've long wished to be just an object owned by my master. Only being used for my master's amusement and then ignored when I'm not needed. I especially want my master to use me for degrading tasks like piss drinking or eating out his ass after he shits."
As soon as I heard it say the word `object' my mind began racing. I had long been obsessed with truly objectifying a boy, permanently. I then became singularly obsessed with finding a way to turn it into my object. But I had to proceed carefully. One must turn up the heat gradually so the frog doesn't know it's being boiled.
"Yeah, that's pretty sick," I said.
"See, I knew you'd look down on me for that, Sir. Now I regret telling you."
"Yes, this is a disgusting and shameful fantasy. No real man with any dignity would ever desire this. But I already look down on you, because you are a faggot. This fantasy of yours is just more proof of that. A good faggot shouldn't have any dignity. Devoting your life to a degrading service for your master is a lofty goal for your sort."
"You would use me this way, Sir?"
"Well, I already have plenty of piss drinkers. So, I don't need another one of those. But you're the only one who has ever expressed an interest in cleaning my dirty asshole. It's never been a particular service I've looked for, but you are a talented ass licker so I can see how I might enjoy it from you. However, you said you wanted to be an object that provides this service. The objects that clean dirty assholes are toilet paper and bidets. Your wet tongue is more bidet-like. So, I'm afraid I can't make your fantasy come true."
"Please, Sir. I was getting so excited. Why can't you?"
"Well, it's important that this fantasy be fun for me too. And what would really be fun is having you bound in my bathroom and just use you when I need."
"That sounds hot. I can do that, Sir."
"I don't think you understand what I'd expect. If you're going to be an object that cleans my asshole, then you're going to be a bidet. You wouldn't be able to ever leave my bathroom."
"I'm sure you're right, Sir. I'm so horny right now and I'm not thinking clearly. This sounds so hot, but I probably couldn't do it."
"I see you're conflicted and I want to help. How about we have a trial run. You come to my place and live out your fantasy for a short time. And you'll see that you can't do it."
"Oh yes, Sir. This sounds hot. And I hope to prove you wrong."
"Remember, this may be your fantasy, but I'm always in charge. If you're agreeing to this then you must do it the way I want. How I decide to do it may be different than how you've imagined it."
"Yes, Sir. I'm excited."
"I'm going to give you one week to get your affairs in order: request time off work, etc. Then report to my house next Sunday at 9pm for instructions. At the strike of midnight you'll become my bidet for exactly 5 days, or 120 hours. At the end of that time you will have lived your fantasy and you'll learn a lot about yourself."
"Yes, Sir!
While it was getting its affairs in order, I gave number one instructions on how to carry this out.
To be continued...
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