I am a lucky, lucky little faggot. Today I was used for the first metre in my 23 year as a human toilet. Let me tell you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I date girls but always to embrace up the fact I am a ridiculous milksop faggot. This daybreak, after my girlfriend had gone to work I posted an ad on Craigslist British capital entitled sewer Twink needs feeding, to my disheartenment virtually of the reply were bullshit. Until I came across the man I am going to call 'Master'for floor purposes. Master had met me a duet of years before and praised my deepthroat accomplishment and twinkish eubstance but I had no estimate he was so way-out and dominant allele so we naturally drifted apart. Master was deadly serious about meeting so I accepted, at starting time gleefully but soon became tiptop anxious and petrified of the experience about to take place. Master took about 20 min to get in, near of which I spent masturbating and I opened the door with a outpouring in my step as soon as I heard a knock. Master was bigger then I remember, atleast 6 foot tall, almost 200 Pound and melanize. His face was n't well-favored but he is still crack sexy. He immediately starte to strip and told me to do the same, I of course of instruction complied as quick as potential and before I knew it we were both there naked. His opprobrious cock was already laborious, sticking out 9 inches with a big curve towards the right field. I could n't hold off to taste it and after seconds of touching it was on my human knee to suck it. I instinctively told professional `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to get down worshipping his huge cock. It tasted so good, it felt so bombastic in my men compared to my midget tweed boy cock 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 safe queen and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could taste his splendid asshole. I felt so pathetic and flighty, hoping and dreading at the same meter that he might devolve a huge turd on my knife at any 2nd. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to fellate his Lucille Ball, he then grabbed a methamphetamine hydrochloride I had left beside the bit in preparation and began to piss into it, I was so nervous 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 affair but it was so warm, I instinctively opened my mouth and as the lucky ambrosia started to hit my lingua I began to immerse. He slowed the stream and fed me a courteous amount of piss straight from the tap. As he finished pissing he took his dick from my mouth and slapped it against my side, it felt so good. He then turned my chin towards the glassful, I put my backtalk to it and headmaster said `` Now eat up it you pig ''. I did my obligation and drank every drop curtain, it felt so abnormal and gamey, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. Before I knew it the survive cliff were gone and the salty, pretty porcine gustation was left in my oral fissure 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 lummox of Irish bull, no bigger than a slice of hot chocolate and I swallowed it without much chewing, it was so nasty. It literally was the worst discernment to ever fill my mouth yet all I wanted was more. Before I knew it a larger piece had fallen onto my lingua and as I had to chew my mouth felt like a toilet. A dirty toxic dumping ground of a back talk. I licked his ass as I finished swallowing and I hated myself so much as I noticed my rock 'n' roll hard cock. He then asked if I had lube, when I said no he told me that slob do n't deserve lubricator 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 push his vast cock against my will tight hole. Soon it throw 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 master was again impaling me on his huge dick. This time it hurt but I dare not complain and I gritted my teeth and began to revel it. As Master fucked me he said things like `` you like that black pecker bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do faggots call for ? They need to get fucked and eat damn '' and made me repeat after him. Eventually, after seemingly an eternity, probably only minutes, he withdrew his fat phallus from me, whipped it in front of my face and told me to clean house the shit of it. His cock was a moody black but the diddlysquat was a a lot lighter 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 suck in like a good pig. It was gross, it literally made me gag and want to regurgitate but I was his pig so I loved it. Eventually he came in my mouth and I could taste salty, lousy cum on my tongue and naturally swallowed every drop. He told me I was a trade good pig as he got dressed and banned me from brushing my teeth. I did n't take to, but I obeyed him and I can still taste captain 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 bit !