I am a lucky, lucky small faggot. Today I was used for the first metre in my 23 years as a human toilet. Let me order you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I engagement miss but always to encompass up the fact I am a miserable sissy faggot. This morning time, after my girlfriend had gone to function I posted an ad on Craigslist London entitled stool Twink needs feeding, to my dismay nigh of the replies were bullshit. Until I came across the man I am going to hollo 'Master'for story design. sea captain had met me a couple of years before and praised my deepthroat accomplishment and twinkish physical structure but I had no melodic theme he was so quirky and dominant so we naturally drifted apart. Master was deadly serious about meeting so I accepted, at foremost gleefully but soon became topnotch spooky and petrified of the experience about to take situation. overlord took about 20 moment to get in, most of which I spent masturbating and I opened the door with a outpouring in my step as soon as I heard a knock. overlord was bigger then I remember, atleast 6 understructure tall, almost 200 dog pound and mordant. His typeface was n't handsome but he is still exceedingly sexy. He immediately starte to denudate and assure me to do the like, I of trend complied as quick as possible and before I knew it we were both there naked. His ignominious turncock was already difficult, sticking out 9 inches with a big curve towards the rightfulness. I could n't wait to sample it and after seconds of touching it was on my knees to give suck it. I instinctively told Master `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to set out worshipping his huge prick. It tasted so respectable, it felt so large in my deal compared to my flyspeck white boy pecker and as I sucked my mind wandered to what Master had in computer storage for me. As I sucked away, Master told me I was a sound fairy and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could taste his brilliant prick. I felt so pathetic and nervous, hoping and dreading at the same fourth dimension that he might drop down a huge crap on my tongue at any second. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to suck his Lucille Ball, he then grabbed a glass I had left beside the smirch in preparedness and began to pee into it, I was so queasy but soooooooo thirsty for that hot pee. As the glass became full phase of the moon he let the stream hit my face, I could n't reek a matter but it was so warm up, I instinctively opened my rima oris and as the fortunate nectar started to hit my tongue I began to live with. He slowed the stream and fed me a nice amount of spend a penny straight from the tap. As he finished pissing he took his dick from my back talk and slapped it against my face, it felt so good. He then turned my Chin towards the glass, I put my lips to it and captain said `` Now bury it you pig ''. I did my tariff and drank every drop, it felt so affected and naughty, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. Before I knew it the last drib were gone and the salty, pretty gross sense of taste was left in my mouth to linger. He turned yet again and told me to eat his ass and that a acquaint was coming for his pig. As I licked away he slowly pushed out a minor glob of dickhead, no braggart than a piece of chocolate and I swallowed it without much chewing, it was so filthy. It literally was the forged taste to ever fill my mouth yet all I wanted was more. Before I knew it a large composition had fallen onto my natural language and as I had to chew my mouth felt like a toilet. A dirty toxic dumping ground of a mouth. I licked his ass as I finished swallowing and I hated myself so much as I noticed my rock punishing cock. He then asked if I had lubricating substance, when I said no he told me that pig bed do n't deserve lubricator anyway and to spue on my fingers and lubricant myself up. As I lubed to the dependable of my ability he climbed behind me and started to advertize his huge cock against my will tight mess. Soon it stab in so painfully I almost cried and had to force him out of of me. I apologised again an again and after a few spanks I was forgiven and schoolmaster was again impaling me on his vast dick. This time it hurt but I dare not plain and I gritted my teeth and began to enjoy it. As overlord fucked me he said things like `` you like that bootleg hammer bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do faggots need ? They need to get fucked and eat SOB '' and made me repeat after him. Eventually, after seemingly an timeless existence, probably only minutes, he withdrew his fat penis from me, whipped it in front of my side and told me to clean the shit of it. His tool was a dark black but the mother fucker was a much short shade of brown, intimidatingly looking at me, daring me to be even more megascopic then I had already. I did what came naturally and began to nurse like a proficient pig. It was unadulterated, it literally made me gag and want to throw up but I was his pig so I loved it. Eventually he came in my mouth and I could savor salty, shitty cum on my tongue and naturally swallowed every drop. He told me I was a good pig as he got dressed and banned me from brushing my tooth. I did n't let to, but I obeyed him and I can still smack passe-partout now ! As he left e assured me he would be using his new toilet again very soon and I ca n't wait for that moment !