I am a lucky, lucky little faggot. Today I was used for the showtime sentence in my 23 days as a human toilet. Let me tell you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I date girls but always to cover up the fact I am a misfortunate pantywaist faggot. This morning, after my girl had gone to act upon I posted an ad on Craigslist Greater London entitled sewer Twink needs feeding, to my alarm most of the replies were bullshit. Until I came across the man I am going to ring 'Master'for account purposes. Master had met me a couple of twelvemonth before and praised my deepthroat acquirement and twinkish body but I had no idea he was so kinky and prevailing so we naturally drifted apart. victor was deadly serious about meeting so I accepted, at first gleefully but soon became super anxious and lapidify of the experience about to contain office. maestro took about 20 minutes to arrive, most of which I spent masturbating and I opened the door with a spring in my stride as soon as I heard a bash. maestro was bigger then I remember, atleast 6 foot tall, almost 200 pounds and fateful. His grimace was n't handsome but he is still superintendent sexy. He immediately starte to deprive and told me to do the Lapp, I of course complied as quickly as possible and before I knew it we were both there naked. His disastrous cock was already surd, sticking out 9 inches with a big curve towards the right. I could n't wait to taste it and after seconds of touching it was on my knees to sop up it. I instinctively told Master `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to begin worshipping his vast stopcock. It tasted so safe, it felt so large in my mitt compared to my tiny white boy cock and as I sucked my mind wandered to what Master had in shop for me. As I sucked away, original told me I was a good fairy and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could taste his splendid asshole. I felt so ridiculous and nervous, hoping and dreading at the Saame metre that he might send packing a huge turd on my tongue at any second. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to suck his nut, he then grabbed a glass I had left beside the maculation in preparation and began to piddle into it, I was so spooky but soooooooo thirsty for that hot water. As the glass became full he let the stream hit my side, I could n't smell a thing but it was so quick, I instinctively opened my rima oris and as the golden nectar started to hit my tongue I began to accept. He slowed the stream and fed me a nice amount of money of weewee straight from the tap. As he finished pissing he took his dick from my oral fissure 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 master said `` Now swallow it you pig ''. I did my duty and drank every drop, it felt so unnatural and gamey, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. Before I knew it the end drops were gone and the salty, pretty gross taste was left in my mouth to linger. He turned yet again and told me to eat his ass and that a present was coming for his pig. As I licked away he slowly pushed out a small oaf of shit, no bigger than a spell of chocolate and I swallowed it without often chew, it was so nasty. It literally was the whip taste to ever fulfill my backtalk yet all I wanted was more. Before I knew it a larger piece had fallen onto my knife and as I had to chew my mouth felt like a can. A dirty toxic dumping background of a mouth. I licked his ass as I finished swallowing and I hated myself so much as I noticed my rock surd putz. He then asked if I had lubricant, when I said no he told me that hog do n't deserve lubricant anyway and to spit on my fingers and lubricant myself up. As I lubed to the best of my ability he climbed behind me and started to promote his huge cock against my will tight kettle of fish. Soon it poke in so painfully I almost cried and had to drive him out of of me. I apologised again an again and after a few spanks I was forgiven and skipper was again impaling me on his vast prick. This fourth dimension it hurt but I dare not complain and I gritted my teeth and began to delight it. As master fucked me he said matter like `` you like that black-market turncock bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do faggots demand ? They need to get fucked and eat red cent '' and made me repeat after him. Eventually, after seemingly an timelessness, probably only minutes, he withdrew his fat penis from me, whipped it in front of my face and told me to clean the shit of it. His cock was a coloured nigrify but the shit was a much lighter subtlety of Brown University, intimidatingly looking at me, daring me to be even more gross then I had already. I did what came naturally and began to suck like a full pig. It was sodding, it literally made me gag and want to disgorge but I was his pig so I loved it. Eventually he came in my backtalk and I could taste salty, shitty cum on my tongue and naturally swallowed every pearl. He told me I was a good pig as he got dressed and banned me from brushing my teeth. I did n't have to, but I obeyed him and I can still try Master now ! As he left e assured me he would be using his new john again very soon and I ca n't expect for that instant !