I am a lucky, lucky piffling faggot. Today I was used for the first metre in my 23 years as a human toilet. Let me tell you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I date girls but always to incubate up the fact I am a pathetic sissy faggot. This morning, after my girlfriend had gone to act I posted an ad on Craigslist capital of the United Kingdom entitled Toilet Twink needs feeding, to my alarm well-nigh of the response were bullshit. Until I came across the man I am going to scream 'Master'for chronicle intent. skipper had met me a couple of years before and praised my deepthroat skills and twinkish soundbox but I had no melodic theme he was so way-out and dominant so we naturally drifted apart. Master was deadly grievous about meeting so I accepted, at first gleefully but soon became super nervous and petrified of the experience about to take place. captain took about 20 minutes to make it, most of which I spent masturbating and I opened the door with a spring in my gradation as soon as I heard a knock. Master was magnanimous then I remember, atleast 6 foot tall, almost 200 British pound and black. His brass was n't handsome but he is still exceedingly sexy. He immediately starte to strip and distinguish me to do the Sami, I of class complied as agile as possible and before I knew it we were both there naked. His dark rooster was already heavily, sticking out 9 column inch with a big bender towards the right field. I could n't wait to taste it and after seconds of touching it was on my human knee to absorb it. I instinctively told maestro `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to begin worshipping his immense cock. It tasted so beneficial, it felt so large in my hands compared to my tiny ovalbumin boy shaft and as I sucked my mind wandered to what Master had in store for me. As I sucked away, Master told me I was a dependable queen and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could taste his glorious asshole. I felt so pathetic and unquiet, hoping and dreading at the Saame fourth dimension that he might drop a immense shit on my tongue at any second. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to absorb his chunk, he then grabbed a glass I had left beside the situation in provision and began to piss into it, I was so flighty but soooooooo thirsty for that hot piss. As the glass became full he let the watercourse hit my face, I could n't smell a thing but it was so warm, I instinctively opened my lip and as the golden ambrosia started to hit my tongue I began to swallow. He slowed the watercourse and fed me a nice amount of spend a penny straight from the tap. As he finished pissing he took his dick from my backtalk and slapped it against my face, it felt so just. He then turned my chin towards the glass, I put my back talk to it and captain said `` Now get down it you pig ''. I did my duty and drank every drop, it felt so unnatural and naughty, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. Before I knew it the finish drops were gone and the salty, pretty egregious taste was left in my back talk 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 lump of shit, no cock-a-hoop than a patch of coffee and I swallowed it without practically chewing, it was so cruddy. It literally was the whip gustation to ever fill my mouth 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 toilet. A dirty toxic dumping undercoat of a mouth. I licked his ass as I finished swallowing and I hated myself so much as I noticed my rock severely cock. He then asked if I had lube, when I said no he told me that Sus scrofa do n't deserve lube anyway and to spit on my finger's breadth and lube myself up. As I lubed to the in force of my ability he climbed behind me and started to drive his huge prick against my will tight hole. Soon it thrust in so painfully I almost cried and had to push 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 huge cock. This time it hurt but I dare not complain and I gritted my teeth and began to bask it. As Master fucked me he said things like `` you like that fatal putz bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do faggots need ? They need to get jazz and eat shit '' and made me repetition after him. Eventually, after seemingly an timeless existence, probably only minutes, he withdrew his fat member from me, whipped it in front of my face and told me to clean the SOB of it. His pecker was a dark dark but the shit was a much loose shadowiness of John Brown, intimidatingly looking at me, daring me to be even more complete then I had already. I did what came naturally and began to imbibe like a sound pig. It was gross, it literally made me gag and want to puke but I was his pig so I loved it. Eventually he came in my mouth and I could taste salty, shitty cum on my natural language and naturally swallowed every drop cloth. He told me I was a good pig as he got dressed and banned me from brushing my dentition. I did n't sustain to, but I obeyed him and I can still savor professional now ! As he left e assured me he would be using his new toilette again very soon and I ca n't wait for that moment !