Chapter 2 -- DIRT TO EAT.
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I could never have expected that one day I would have a dick in my mouth, that it would be the dirtiest possible cock of the dirtiest man who had suddenly become my master and whose filthy smell was all the time present. I could well perceive the strong smell of his pits and feet that I had already licked. That filthy smell accompanied well the rhythm of my tongue sucking his cock. I wanted to become an expert and have tonight the reward of sleeping with my master, after he had cut one of my fingers. Curiously I was not frightened of that moment but expected it horny as hell, so that it marked well the real beginning of my second life. Meanwhile I heard him moaning as I sucked his cock and sometimes he pissed a bit more. I soon got fond of the taste of piss. He encouraged me to go on saying I was giving him a perfect blowjob.
-You're a novice, Shitbag, and yet no girl or boy has ever been so good with my dick. Go on like this, you're learning perfectly. But let me kiss you. You must be awarded with a gentle kiss now.
I was almost crying seeing the man I had submitted to wanted to kiss me every now and then. We were kissing emotionally for three minutes and then he asked me to continue with the blowjob. "Now I won't take long", he said, but I wanted to give him a long first blowjob. He was my master; he had to always be just as horny as he was now and sufficiently pleased. My massaging tongue soon learnt new tricks, and his constant moans told me that he was close. I had never before tasted cum and when it was finally falling into my mouth I came again relishing the bittersweet taste of that substance. I could not remember how many times I had shot my load. After the blowjob he asked me.
-Have you ever had your tongue inside an ass, Shitbag?
-Never, Master Darren, Sir.
-You have pleased my feet, my pits and my cock and the filthy smell has not stopped you. You are brave enough and have the most resilient of noses. Now you are gonna stick your tongue in my ass and please me. You will rim me for as long as I tell you no matter what might happen. Come on, Shitbag, one thing I will say for you: you are brave, and if anybody can, you can. You know you have to. So shove your slave tongue in my ass.
I suppose I was a poem of fear but seeing his naked ass made me horny. He was challenging me and so I would have to go: one challenge after another. And it was true I wanted his pleasure. I was really grateful to him that he had known how to save my life and give it a new meaning and I should not hesitate. So timidly I stuck my tongue in his ass. His feet, pits and cock smelled of sweat and I could withstand the strong smell. But an ass that had been unwashed for a year does not smell of sweat and it was a real challenge. I was about to give up but I started rimming him, remembering I wanted his pleasure no matter what. Even so, it was the most difficult thing I did that night. As I feared, he started farting in my mouth. But curiously his farts smelled so much that they hid the strong stench of his unwashed ass and after his first fart rimming him would be easier. So seeing my determination to continue he kept on farting and it was easier for me and I could notice he felt admiration for his slave Shitbag, who was doing something no other person, I perceived, was able to do. After two or three minutes like this he started shitting. That was what I really feared and that man would spare me nothing. I smelled his shit and then his order came clearly: "eat it, slave". So I had no chance now but eat his shit. But in that moment I knew for sure that shit freshly shat has a better taste than the rot he had in his ass and disguises well that smell and taste and now, despite my former fears, I was even grateful to him that he had shat. Now the rimming was easier and even I was surprised that I could enjoy the taste of shit. He was shitting in my mouth for some more minutes and I started to appreciate all the turds he was feeding me and I ate without difficulty. Eating shit would also be a part of my new life and it suited well with the image I wanted for my future life: always at his mercy, overcoming challenges, being as filthy and unworthy as he would like me to be. No other man could but I was able: he had removed my dignity and I was even grateful to him for that. I was nothing but a bag of shit for his pleasure and whenever he wanted me to eat shit, I would, that simple. Finally after feeding me for a long while, he stopped.
-I'm starting to really appreciate you, Shitbag. You are courageous as nobody can be. Good, you will keep on eating filthy things and you will swallow whatever I dish out at you.
-Yes, Sir --I answered.
-Now you will eat some garbage as I smoke another cigarette. I want you to tell me where the ashes would go.
-Sir, I want you to consider me forever your ashtray. I would really appreciate it if you throw the ashes again in my already shitted mouth. You can be doing that as I eat now the garbage you want me to eat.
So he picked up a small heap of garbage from the dirty floor and told me to open my mouth. Garbage was filthy but I liked this new taste. Meanwhile he was giving me again ashes to eat. I loved that image of myself as his ashtray. Now he grabbed a bigger amount of garbage and I kept on eating. Once I had swallowed his shit, I knew I could eat a whole filthy menu that he wanted me to eat. I chewed the garbage, constantly accompanied by ashes and I was again showing my master perfectly how filthy and unworthy his new slave could be. But I was sure by now that my stomach liked dirty meals. I noticed his admiration for me was growing and his eyes clearly showed too that he was glad he had met me. I was determined to swallow as much garbage and as many ashes as he would pour into my throat. So I was eating with determination and a big smile till he finished his cigarette. But just then he told me to leave my mouth open. There was more to come but I could not guess what it was. He started kissing me.
The kiss was intense but it did not come alone. Just a minute after he had begun kissing me, he started to puke, at the taste of which I went instantly harder and almost shot another load. I showed him an aroused face as I was eating another dish of filth. He asked me.
-Do you like it, Shitbag?
-Sir, I hope you know by now that I will eat anything you want me to eat. Of all the things I have tasted tonight this is the tastiest. I wanna eat a lot more, Sir. Can I ask you if you have eaten peas today? It has a greenish colour, Master Darren.
-I have eaten vegetable stew actually and yes, what you are noticing is peas. Now, slave, since you seem to like this substance, I want you to jack off. I won't stop puking till you cum again.
I beat my meat knowing I had been born to make my stomach a new landfill. And the substance tasted so well. A stream of digested vegetables fell into my stomach dirtying it a bit more as I furiously pumped my sensitive dick, bigger and bigger as his streams of putrid digestion kept on raining me. In the nick of time I had met Master Darren and it had to be precisely him, what I had always needed. So happily I was adapting to my new role with such a splendid master. The rivers of puke kept coming and it was so urgent to cum again that I suddenly blasted a new load without his permission. I apologized.
-I'm sorry, Master Darren. I could not control myself.
-You are superb, Shitbag. No need to apologize. Now a little more puke. I haven't finished yet.
And he was still a couple more minutes giving me vomits to eat and despite my many cums I went hard again. But at last he finished.
-Now one more challenge.
-Tell me, master.
-Let me tell you, Shitbag. Even a man as filthy as me who has hardly ever been disgusted at anything, was revolted only once in my life. I should be about ten then when an afternoon I saw the dog of a neighbour was puking. Seeing him vomit a putrid substance was an image that would haunt me for years. But my good slave has sufficiently proven that he is filthy enough and really has guts. You see, when I was parking the truck, I saw a small brown dog which was puking in that moment and I know where that dog puke is. I think you are brave enough to eat that too.
-Sir, whether I am brave enough or not I am your slave and if you order me to eat dog puke, I have no more chances. But I want to do it, Sir. I want you to know how unworthy your new bag of shit is, Sir. And I want you horny and enjoying my degradation. So, tell me where my next meal is, Sir. I will ingest it whatever I feel.
-Come with me, slave.
Walking with no clothes and knowing what I would have to face now could have scared me to death, but I was aroused. I was earning my master's good opinion and I was sure I would eat it, even if I couldn't help it and puked later. I walked with certainty thinking to myself: if anybody can eat this, that's me, Shitbag, his slave.
We soon arrived to a corner very close to the truck. Of course the dog was no longer there. I saw at once the puke he wanted me to eat and just two more steps and I could notice the fetid smell.
-Come on, Shitbag. Eat it. I will jack off as you are eating.
I knew that if I was gonna do it, I had to do it at once and not think much about it. I had to kneel and I approached my mouth to that dirty heap and almost forced myself to eat. I could perceive my master's cock having fun as I was staining my snout with that nauseating substance. But I was soon swallowing like a good dog that can eat again what he has regurgitated. I felt absolute repugnance as I was swallowing but forced my face to show him pleasure instead. There was not much but I would have to keep on eating for a couple of minutes. My meal almost finished, I heard him yell and then I saw his wonderful dick shooting a new load. Good, he had not cum enough times: only in my ass and in my mouth, if I remembered correctly. Even then I finished what little there still was, staining my lips now more with garbage than with dog's puke.
-One more act we have to play, Shitbag. I will fuck you once again here in the landfill and then I'll take you home. Now I want to see you. Lie on your back.
I instantly obeyed and lied on my back, a part of my body not yet dirty with garbage. So before I went to his house tonight I was becoming a really ridiculous filthy puppet. He pressed his long shaft into my ass and started fucking me one more time. And now he was talking to me.
-After I cum in your ass, Shitbag, we will leave the landfill and I will finally take you to our house.
-Sir, I needn't own anything now. It is your house and I appreciate you want to take me to your house.
-It is our house, whether you like it or not. I cannot take home such a brave man, unworthy and filthy ok, but brave, and not share my house with him.
-Then thank you, Sir --I answered as his dick was still hurting me. Now I wanted pain after all the filthy menu. I had to show him I was as brave as he had called me. He really was inflicting me pain now but I also loved it. He kept on talking.
-Be sincere now: are you not afraid of your next fate, slave? You know I still have to beat you hard and cut one of your fingers.
-Sir, you are making me live a wonderful second life the same night I should be dead. You will mould your slave the way you prefer. I want to be beaten by you and branded: I want to have that beautiful number as a second new name. But I am really afraid of something, Sir.
-Tell me, slave.
-What I really fear now is not being your slave the way you want me, Sir, but to be your parasite. I should keep on earning my own money.
-You will keep on running the fruit shop. You will come naked to my house and so you will spend the night, but I will lend you some clothes in the morning that I think will suit you well. What time do you open your shop?
-At nine, Sir.
-So, I'll wake you up at eight, you will have clothes and go to the fruit shop as any other day. For me, the final test will begin later, not knowing whether you will come back to a man who has fucked you, shat you, cut one of your fingers, etc, and who wants to go on being your master.
-I will keep on coming back to you, Sir, you can be sure.
In that moment I could well perceive his cock shuddering and then semen was bathing my ass a second time. Now I waited as a good naked slave what his next order would be. He approached the garbage truck then and opened the right door and invited me to sit on the front passenger seat.
I sat down and he started. Then began an arousing ride through the streets, and I felt like the whole town was moving to us. I went harder when I started to assume the experience that I was going naked, my body completely dirty with garbage, to an unknown house which was his but he had called ours.
-You're still hard, Shitbag, and you haven't stopped cumming.
-You make me hard, Master Darren, with anything you tell me or anything you do. Riding naked is hot and this truck has your exact smell, Sir, that now I like so much.
We stopped at some traffic lights. I guess people in cars could see me and should be wondering what the hell such a dirty naked man was doing inside a truck. But people in nearby trucks were at eye level and did see me, even a girl made me an obscene gesture with her finger so I was sure somebody had seen me. We advanced again; the city lights flickered as we continued the arousing journey to a house I did not know and I was to live in now. Finally, after a quarter of an hour we reached a park, on the left, and there was a long street on the right where I finally saw him parking the garbage truck. He got out of it first and told me to wait inside. Then he came to open my door but he told me.
-There's a couple of old people on the corner. Let's wait for them to leave this spot.
I waited a short time and then he told me to come out. Shortly after he took me to his hallway, took his key out and opened the door. I went in.
-I live on the second floor, no lift. So, let's start going up the stairs and hope nobody surprises you.
It was five minutes that my heart was pounding wildly but at last we reached the second floor. His flat was on the left. In less than a minute, he opened the door and I was in, naked but secure now. He shut the door and asked me how I liked our house.
-This place is big and it seems comfortable, Sir. But I am aroused cause it has your wonderful smell which can be noticed everywhere in here, Sir.
-I'm glad you like it. Now, let's go to the bathroom. You need a long shower.
-Yes, Sir.
The bathroom was on the left, adjacent to the kitchen. He came with me and as I had no clothes on I soon entered his shower, clearly dirty cause he never used it. I was soon filled with hot water and the garbage in me was slowly disappearing. But he took off his clothes then. I had seen everything in him little by little but now I was watching his whole sexy naked body. I was proud to belong to him and was fast having that shower because I soon wanted to have my humiliating second name. He started to beat off watching me. I was hard all the time it took me to remove all that dirt from my body. It took me about half an hour, the longest shower I have ever had. But finally I came out of his bathtub and in that moment he erupted a new stream of cum which he asked me to eat too. I was happy seeing him cum so often. After I ate his semen, he lent me a spare toothbrush he had and asked me to brush my teeth, which I did as he was constantly touching me all over. Once I finished he asked me one more time if I knew what my next challenge would be and if I was sure I desired it.
-Sir --I answered-, I have already been baptized in disgusting things. Now I have to live the pain so I become indeed a slave to your liking. Beat me and after that you will cut my finger. I am dreaming of it and finally being allowed to utter that beautiful number as my new name, so that if one day I count from one to twenty, I can say this: one, two.... Eighteen, my name and twenty.
-So, come with me to the living room. I will beat you now. I have to: you are my slave.