I found Master R's profile at Manscat.com. I spent several days vacillating as to whether or not to send him a note. I was terribly conflicted and really uncertain about my ability to eat a man's shit. I had played with my own ever since I was old enough to get an erection. I had even had it in my mouth, but not for long and I never had swallowed or even chewed it. There were 3 long days of clicking on his profile and feeling the ache in my testicles each time I read "seeking inferior toilet to come to my house, crawl under my rimchair, accept verbal abuse and take my entire dump. I specialize in training beginners" There was a picture if him kneeling on the edge of a bed with his back arched, his big balls swinging between his beautiful legs and a blonde boy's lips attached directly to his shitter. God, how I envied that boy. I knew it was where I belonged and needed to face it, come what may.
I couldn't take it any longer. My hunger won out over my fear. I sent him a note humbly introducing myself as a beginner. When I opened my email and saw his response, I was so excited I had to catch my breath. He sent me a long list of detailed questions about my experience and requested pictures of me. I gratefully complied. He was pleased. I was honored.
Before we could actually meet, Master R and I corresponded several times via email. He sent me a list of guidelines and disclaimers. He informed me that henceforth, I would be known only as "faggot." He was very clear with me about the differences between an alpha male and a faggot. For example; a real man's anus is referred to as "shithole, shitter or maybe asshole" because that's what it's for. Nothing goes in; it's the place where he relieves himself of his stinking excrement. Whereas, a faggot's anus is a "little faggot pussy-hole or boy-pussy" to be kept shaved, clean and accessible to the alpha male at all times for use as a cum dump: again, to relieve himself.
Master R also warned me that serving him would not be easy. Aside from his sadistic need to inflict physical pain, he loved to humiliate little faggots like me and that the verbal, psychological abuse that he craved was brutal. It would also be an important duty as his faggot to learn how to exult him verbally. He loved to hear a faggot genuinely grovel before or beneath him and it was my responsibility to keep his alpha ego stroked and happy. He had no patience for laziness and demanded an enthusiastic, genuine demonstration of my eagerness to please him.
But most importantly, Master R warned me that taking his shitload would be no easy task. He was a man, a real man. He ate like a real man and shit like one. He told me that his dumps were always massive: never less than two giant 8x6 inch beer can logs and sometimes more. Very few faggots had been able to accommodate the intense volume of his waste and had left him disappointed. I would be expected to consume every last bit of it or face severe and relentless genital torture. It was clear to me that his enormous bowel movements were a source of great pride for him. His well deserved arrogance pushed every submissive button that I have and made me want to serve him all the more. I had no idea how I could accomplish this task but was determined not to disappoint him.
It was settled. I stated very clearly to him that I understood and wished to continue. He set a date for the following Sunday(one week later) at his home and forbid me to touch my little faggot penis before then, except to shave it, and my pussy-hole bald the day before our meeting. Only real men have pubic hair. I wasn't even allowed to touch it to urinate. I was to sit on the toilet like a girl. I was also to fast for 24 hours prior to our appointment, drinking only water. He wanted me empty and hungry.
When Sunday came I set off for his house. My mind raced with an intoxicating combination of fear, excitement and anticipation. It was the sunniest, most beautiful April day I had ever seen. I arrived at about noon. He greeted me at the door. Master R was about 38 years old, 6 feet tall with a stocky build, brown hair and warm brown eyes. He was cordial and had a gentle, polite demeanor. He invited me out to his beautiful garden for a beverage and an ice-breaker chat. As we sat in the warm sun he told me that he was quite pleased with what he saw; that is that I actually looked like my pictures. I found him to be quite beautiful but I was a bit confused. It was hard for me to believe that this gentle, polite man had been the arrogant, self-entitled dom I had been corresponding with. That's what a faggot gets for second guessing his superiors: confused.
After about 10 minutes I began to relax. His tone began to darken, "Follow me". Master R lead me down a flight of stairs to his basement. It was dim and smelled dank with mildew. There was a wooden construction horse, chains suspended from the ceiling, a workbench with various whips, paddles, canes and straps. It was amazing and I felt honored to be allowed there. In the far corner sat my master's throne. It caught my eye and I had to catch my breath. His rimseat sat there beckoning to me. It was the first moment that I realized that there would be no turning back. This was the moment that I had dreamed about and masturbated over for my entire life. I was going to be this man's toilet. I would have the privilege of lying under the nastiest, filthiest part of his body while he relaxed and enjoyed the most personal moment a man can have. He was going to take a shit right into my mouth and it was my agreed duty to eat it. I was trembling.
"Strip and kneel faggot", he ordered. "Yes, Sir", I hurried to comply. He stood in front of me; very close with the bulging crotch of his Wranglers right in front of my nose. He took me by the chin and said "look at me". He sneered down at me and said open your fuckin' mouth. I complied. With that he hocked a big wad of phlegm from his throat and, leaning down he forcefully blew it into my mouth. "Swallow it, faggot." I ingested the thick, slimy wad with one loud gulp and thanked him.
"You hungry, faggot?" Looking up into his cold gaze, "Oh, yes, Sir. I'm starving." He let out a quiet chuckle. "I hope so. I've been waiting all morning; holding it for you, faggot. It's getting kind of uncomfortable. I need some fuckin' relief. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir. I understand."
Releasing my chin, he walked over to his well stocked worktable and, after a moment of silent deliberation, selected a black, leather riding crop. Crossing back to me he asked calmly, "What was our agreement, faggot?" "I agreed to eat your entire dump, sir." Caressing my freshly shaved, vulnerable genitals with the tip of the crop "And, what happens if you disappoint me, faggot?" "You will punish my little faggot genitals, Master." "That's right, faggot. I think you are going to need some help,,, some motivation." His tone was taunting. "Would you like some help now?" I knew that it would really please him to use his crop on me. So, in my kneeling position, I thrust my hips forward as far as I could, exposing my sensitive scrotum and pathetic little erect penis. I pleaded "please, Master, help me to be your toilet." He exhaled a guttural groan and cracked the tip of my penis. The pain shot through me. I winced and drew back. "Come on, stick it out." Once again I offered it to him. He swatted me again with great force, and knowing it would please him, I cried out "Thank You, Master, please teach me to eat your shit." He began to paddle my sore little testicles. The pain was mind numbing but knowing how much he enjoyed it somehow overrode my reflex to pull away. I wanted so much to please him, the more he beat them, the further out I thrust them. Tears streamed down my cheeks. He stopped and said sarcastically "Does that help, faggot?" "Yes, Master. Thank You, Sir. I understand the consequences of disappointing you, Master. Thank You."
Replacing the instrument on the table, he returned, stood with his back to me, undid his belt and waste button, pulled down his zipper, slid his jeans about 2/3 of the way down to expose his beautiful, hairy man-ass, bent over slightly, and spoke the words that I had waited my whole life to hear. "Kiss my fuckin' ass, faggot!" I leaned forward, letting out a sigh of ecstasy and planted the sweetest, most adoring kiss right in the middle of his perfect right asscheek. The humiliation was so sweet I almost ejaculated. "Ah, yeah, that's it pussy-boy, kiss my big, dirty, fuckin' ass and beg for your breakfast. With every ounce of devotion I could muster I began kissing it like it had oxygen and I was drowning. between each smooch I pleaded desperately, "Please" (kiss), "Master" (kiss), "I'm so hungry" (kiss). "Please, Sir" (kiss), "please feed me your shit" (kiss). "I need to serve you" (kiss).
Standing up straight and pulling up his jeans, he walked over to the rimchair which was surrounded on 3 sides by full length mirrors. He sat on the chair and ordered me to remove his boots. I am sure at one point the old, hole-in-the-toe, beat up gym socks that awaited me were white. The stink of his cheesy feet hit me immediately almost causing me to wretch. "What's the matter, faggot? Never smelled a man's feet before?" "No, Sir,, not like yours, Master." Well maybe, just maybe, if your a good little toilet-fag and eat your whole breakfast, I'll let you sniff 'em while you beat off... Maybe"... "Oh, God,, Thank You, Master. I would love that." "Yeah, I bet you would you little fucking pig. Now I'm tired of holdin' this gutful. So, get that fuckin' mouth of yours under my shitter where it belongs."
With that, he stood up, lifted the rimchair and pointed to the place where I was to lay. I immediately laid down. "No, not the way stupid, the other way. He wanted me with my feet pointing out behind him, away from the mirror. This way he could be closer to the mirrors: to watch himself defecate in my mouth, and with my head in that position he could also look down between his legs, right into my eyes. He was going to savor every last sensory experience of humiliating me.
With the seat in place over my face, he removed his Wranglers, straddled the seat and asked "you ready, faggot?" My heart pounded in my chest and having to fight every impulse to run, I uttered "Yes, Master, I'm ready." He began his decsent. The globes of his furry ass began to part as he squatted, revealing what was to become the center of my universe; his dirty, crusty, unwiped shithole. With his full weight was resting comfortably on the seat, his cheeks naturally spread for service, his nasty shitter just inches from my nose, he said in an enirely new, contemptuous tone "look at me, faggot." I peered up past his beautiful bull-nuts to see his hand gently stroking his fat, man sized cock. I met his intense, abusive gaze. "Sniff my fuckin' shithole." I inhaled and immediately choked and coughed. "How's it smell, faggot?" "Oh, God it stinks, Master. Your shithole is so dirty, Sir. It stinks like You, Master: like a real man, Sir. It stinks like Your shit." My head reeled with the aroma. It was intense and pungent, but almost has a sweet overtone. My loins tingled with pleasure at the absolute degradation of having this arrogant, narcissistic alpha male squat the filthiest, most disgusting part of is body right onto my nose. It was almost enough to make me ejaculate hands free!
My eyes rolled back into my head as I continued to inhale his vile stink. He barked "LOOK AT ME, FAGGOT!" Again, I met his angry gaze, "now put your little faggot lips where they belong. Kiss my nasty, fuckin' shithole." Without losing eye contact, I placed my clean, virgin lips on his rancid anus. As I pressed into his warm, slimey pucker, he grinned and said "and here's a kiss for you, faggot." And with that he expelled an enormous pocket of stinking gas. His man sized fart was loud, and wet and rattled against my now sticky lips. It made me whimper like a lost little boy. Glaring into my eyes he asked coldly "You see, Faggot? That's what I think of you. That's why your down there; so I can show you just what I think of you. Do you understand what an inferior, disgusting, asshole kissing, worthless piece of shit you really are and why I derserve to be right here farting on your fucking nasty, brown little lips? Do you, faggot? Do you get it?"
His stunning narcissism pushed me right over the edge. It was the most beautiful, freeing thing I had ever felt. I was drawn into the absolute bliss of complete surrender. My new Master had degraded my entire being; body, mind and soul into complete humility. I knew who I was, and loved who he was. I was, for the first time ever, completely safe.
With a groan of primal ecstacy I melted into his powerful eyes and replied "yes, Master. I understand. Thank You, Sir,, I understand!"
"Good. Now open your fuckin' faggot mouth. I'm gonna take a shit, and you're gonna eat it: all of it. Right, faggot?" "Yes, Master. Please feed me , Sir."
I lowered my head from its ass kissing position and opened my mouth. Master R lifted his huge ball sac to get a better view, looked at the receptacle and shaking his head he said, playfully "oh, no faggot, that will never do. Open wider, as far as you can. I WANT MY FUCKING TOILET!" I strained my jaw to the limit. With one hand holding his hairy nuts he stuck two of his finger into his newfound, personal porta potty and gently caressed my tounge. "Mmmmmm," he groaned, "that's muuuuuch better."
Removing his strong fingers, he sat up, looked away from me into the mirror in front of him and said "Eat my fuckin' shit, faggot." I looked up at his beautiful asshole. It began to open. He grunted. I whimpered. It dilated more. He pushed. I braced myself. It dilated even further. My master's tight, perfect shithole was stretched to an incredible six inches in diameter. He was pushing the dark brow, beer can sized, knotty end of his giant log right into my mouth. As I watched the massive wall of shit emerging from his bowels, I could sense the pace of his cock stroking increasing. My jaw strained to accommodate his enormous horse turd. The circumference of the dry, hard end pressed against my lips, forcing its way toward my tongue. I felt it. It was firm and slimy. He watched as his 9x6 inch, oversized waste filled, and overfilled its victim. As I laid there, impaled "Fuck you, you fuckin' faggot. Suck my fuckin' shit. Taste good, Faggot? Huh?" He gave one last satisfying push to relive his bowels. The final section of it emerged in tact. It was softer and rancid having come from the deepest, dirtiest part of his gut. I laid there with six inches of it poking out of my violated mouth.
It did, indeed tatse good. It stunk beyond anything I could have imagied. It was strong and bitter. An although it took every ounce of self control not to react as my body coughed and wretched, it tasted so good. It was him.
Swallow it, Pig or I'll beat your ugly little testicles into mush. SWALLOW IT, NOW!
Drawing on what my Master had taught me while whipping my testicles, I was overwhelmed with the need to serve him. And just as it had overridden my reflex to recoil my tender scrotum, so did it override my gag and vomit reflex. Thrilled to be able to please him, I used my tongue to begin scooping his waste into my esophagus. I drew it to the back of my throat and swallowed it gratefully. I wanted to chew, but knew that it would disturb the protruding portion and I didn't want to risk dropping it. With perfect balance, I continued to execute my duty. Scoop, swallow. Scoop, swallow. I could feel the mass of his waste work its way down to where it belonged: in my stomach. The more of his bulk I ingested, the easier it went down. He watched and stroked in amazement as worked to accomplish my task. I swallowed the last of his excrement with pride.
He went insane, pounding furiously on his big, beautiful cock.. "Holy shit, faggot! You did it!" The highest praise I could recieve. He stood, turned around on the toilet seat to face me, looked down at me and said, "Show it to me! Show me my fucking toilet." I opened my mouth and stuck out my slimy, shit-stained tongue. He squatted backwards over my face, aimed his angry, throbbing cock-head at my mouth and beating it wildly he said, "I'm gonna cum in my toilet bowl now, faggot, AARRGGHH, suck my cum you fuckin' shit eating queer, AARRGGHH. And with that I had the privilege of watching my Master use me to relieve himself again.
I now have the honor of serving Master R with grateful toilet duty every Sunday morning. It is the ultimate privilege and I am new faggot each time.