I laid there in my perpetual darkness, never quite asleep yet not quite awake. Piss-training COMPLETE. Does this mean I am now Master’s urinal? And did I just refer to him as “master”!?!! How did he come down without me hearing? I hear everything… each step walking overhead and down the stairs, doors opening, toilets flushing… the faint sound of a television every now and then. After the second time someone pissed into my suckhole and I didn’t choke, I sorta got excited like a friggin’ dog hearing its master approach. And did I just call it a ‘suckhole!?!!’ He must of come down quietly with another dude and waited for what he knew was about to happen. Fuckin’ A!!! …Yes Sir! “MASTER” He IS… Which makes me His maggot. But SHIT? …Master’s Shit. Obviously, failure wasn’t an option… There’s only one option… Just let go, maggot and follow Master’s lead. I can do this…
Reaching His Boot with my forehead, I feel the toe rise up scraping alongside my face. Immediately, I’m flat on the floor licking the floor underneath His Boot.
“Excellent, maggot.” I continue lapping at the ground on which my Master walks.
“I KNOW …it’s hungry. Real hungry – aren’t you, maggot? I’m stunned at how quickly that deep guttural sound spews out of me in response. Actually I was starving.
“Good maggot! I think it’s time we fill its urine-soaked sewage tank with something a bit more substantial…” The reality of what He means hits me suddenly, but I resist any thought other than pleasing Him. My ass begins humping the floor while I continue cleaning under His Boot.
“Crawl two feet to its right and roll over, maggot.”
I bump into something wooden and stop, rolling over as ordered. I hear Him step towards me. What’s more, I am so focused on Him that I FEEL his steps! I know exactly where He IS… I let my tongue fall out wet with thick drool. I know letting Him see the gaping suckhole my mouth has turned into is the best way to show Him I am ready to begin my training…
“Lift its head up and slide back so I can install it into position…” I do as I’m told and discover a slight ramp leading up to a box that my head is placed inside of with Master’s help. Judging by the muffled sound of my own breathing, I have a sense of its size and depth – not more than a few inches to either side. My neck is thrust upwards, supported by curved padding. Stench, akin to a MEN’s urinal, floods my sinuses. I realize the smell is coming from my own breath ricocheting off the top of the box inches away from my face. I breathe in deeply until the lid’s lifted. A rush of fresh air flows into the box. Master grabs hold of the head harness and locks me in place, then takes several more belts and fastens my legs together …like a worm.
“Until otherwise instructed, THIS is FEEDING POSITION. When told to assume ‘feeding position,’ maggot is to crawl over till it finds the box, take the position, then wait to be locked in place.” My rubber encased cock is suddenly stiff again, fighting against its own constraints. FUCK. This is really happening!!!
“I’m going to take it slow with you the first time. With a little training, maggot will soon view this task as an HONOR… the ultimate reward for having pleased its Master.” My hips start to buck up and down. I can feel Master take His position as the box becomes muffled once more as the intoxicating smell of this Man’s sweaty ass crack pierces the air, mere inches from my face. I breathe Him in deep, flooding my system with His amazing smell.
“That’s it maggot, learn Master’s Stink so that it becomes imprinted inside you. Soon, this will be maggot’s scent, too – Proof of Ownership that can only come when a slave feeds on its Master’s Filth. …And it needs to be a FILTHY maggot, doesn’t it?
I groan long and hard, sucking in more of His incredible STINK.
“When I give the command, I want its suckhole to start working. I will not begin feeding until its time. I want the maggot to learn where its food comes from and how it shows its appreciation by making love to its Master’s Hole…” Fuck, I wanna taste this hole so bad I can actually feel every one of my holes freakin’ drooling.
“Kiss My Ass, maggot.” I lift up and make contact with His velvety smooth Hole, wrapping my lips wide around it and creating a nice, steady suction as my tongue laps at the door.
“Oh yeah, boy… fuck yeah. THAT’S IT.” I repeat it again and again, creating just enough suction to coax His Shitter to relax and drop down.
“Taste me with its tongue…” I open wide, once more wrapping my suckhole around His Asshole.
“What do ya know… It’s already assuming the shape of the toilet bowl it’s about to become!” Master taunts.
Stretching out my wet tongue all the way across to His salty nut sack, I slowly slide it back, making sure to carefully mimic each and every curve of His juicy Ass while collecting as much of His Stink as I can along the way. Soon, I am lapping at His Hole and kissing it with it with my own – suckhole to Shit Hole.
“Good asswipe… now slide that tongue up inside me and have just a taste of what your Master has made for you, maggot. Taste with just the tip…”
I arch my neck up slightly and gently probe inside my Master. I strike gold only an inch or so up. Fuck yeah… First contact! I can taste the bitter sweet flavor on the tip of my tongue. To my surprise, I want more. Stretching my tongue to its limit, I can just barely lick it, but that’s enough to know it’s firm and warmer than my tongue! “That’s it, shitlicker. Get hungry for it.” Hot damn. He’s right! My Master just turned me into a total shit-licker! And I’m fucking LOVING it!!!
“OK… now pull its tongue out. I want maggot to open its suckhole real wide and begin sniiffing. Master is going to push out nice and slow and let you start sucking on it real gentle just like you would a very sensitive dick. Understand?” I let out another deep hungry groan that vibrate His butt hairs.
“Excellent, pig. Remember… Don’t start sucking until I give it permission…” I take a long slow breath to steady myself and open my suckhole real wide. I start to inhale through my nose determined to learn, adjust, and hopefully begin to lust over the stink that’s about to become a huge part of my world. I can hear Master’s hole start to open up for the wet shit log I am about to begin sucking on. It’s real moist, and making faint popping sounds as it pushes its way down towards my gaping hole!
“Ok, maggot… suck.” Slowly, I draw my lips close around Master’s fat turd meat and gently stroke just the very edge – careful not to break it until I’ve pleased my Master by being the filth-hungry shitsucker He wants me to be. But, I mean, HOLY CRAP… I’m getting my first real taste of a Man’s log. And if my boner is any indication – apparently, I was diggin’ it! Master holds real steady, allowing me to get a sense of how firm it actually is. Inhaling deeply one last time, I start to suck on it the same way I would any dick sticking its way through a truckstop glory hole! I quickly discover the outer slime layer tastes different – sweeter than the more robust, acrid-flavored meat underneath. I begin feasting on the delicious butt-juice coating, licking it off just like candy and letting it mix with the spit-slime my own suckhole was now producing in response! The smell was nothing like I expected… it was pungent, certainly – but not like you’d expect. It was intensely horny – triggering an immediate rush of hormones that caused me to suck on it as if I was hoping it would burst forth a load of cum! Master took back the reigns with a stern
“HEAL.” I instinctively backed off, yet my suckhole remained uncontrollably open… waiting.
“Now, I want maggot to relax its sewer pipe and let it open up real wide so Master’s meat can slide in all the way as it drops down into maggot’s septic tank, OK?” A quick nervous whimper let Him know I was going to give it my best.
“Just relax and open your throat up, boy… you can do this.” I took a slow, deep breath in and opened up as wide as I could, relaxing my tongue so it wouldn’t get in the way. Master began pushing out. I felt His Log enter my suckhole, sliding steadily past my tongue, and making its way down my gullet. I’m fighting to remain calm, steadying myself while this giant turd continues to drop down into me. It was at least 8 or 9 inches and it was still coming! Death by shit suffocation trumps drowning in one’s own piss every time… Just remain calm, fucker. Finally, I hear Master grunt and the end of this shit sword I’m swallowing falls under its own weight right down into my gut! Holy Fucking SHIT!!! I just deep-throated my very first shit log… in one fucking gulp!
“Maggot just made its Master extremely proud. Funny, I was told boy wasn’t into shit. Guess I heard wrong, huh? Cuz, I’ll tell you what, toilet, you’re a fucking natural born shitslave!”
Good thing maggots can’t speak, because no words could sufficiently describe how much I am utterly blown away at this point. I wanted desperately to convey to this Man how all I really ever needed was a Shit Master like Him to help transform me. But He already knew. How could He not? My body was vibrating at an accelerated, almost inhuman rate! In fact, I was more horny than I’ve ever been over anything before in my life… and I wanted to express my gratitude to Him. But maggots don’t speak. They SUCK. So it was with an overwhelming enthusiasm, bucking & wagging, grunting and moaning when He asked if the maggot wanted more! This time, Master ordered His maggot to chew its food before giving it permission to swallow. Just let go, I told myself… I’ll learn this, too.
The next log was shorter and quite a bit softer. Master stood up and turned around to watch His new shitslave devolve into just what He’d ordered. And even though I couldn’t see, I was turned on all the same! It didn’t take long before my suckhole was overflowing with thick liquefied excrement made specifically for me… by a true Shit God. Like some nasty, unflushed toilet, I made sure He saw I appreciated this first feeding by displaying a bowl FULL of sewer soup. Trouble was, the longer I held it, the more doubtful I became that I would be able to swallow it when given the command. Sensing this, Master squatted down and plunged His Dick deep into the clogged toilet, injecting a nice, creamy load of salty cum right in the center of His tangy Turd Pudding, with a roar that shook the concrete beneath me!
“Swallow.” I gulped it all fucking down… no problem.
After He was satisfied that His asswipe had sufficiently tapped into its developing hunger and used it to fully clean His Hole, He extricated me from the box and I now found myself groveling at His feet as the head cage was removed. The freedom is short-lived however, as I feel the weight of a heavy steel collar clamp around my neck and locked in place. Heavily padded, lubed-up rubber mitts were placed over my hands – also locked in place. With a finger inside what must be a ring of some sorts at the front of the collar, Master drags my filthy sewer-butt across the floor, grabbing hold of one end of a chain and locking it to the collar.
“This chain serves as an extension of Master’s Authority, maggot. It will provide the slave both security and the parameters of its NEW LIFE,” He remarked before heading upstairs, locking the dungeon door behind Him.
I was FLYING. Alone. Blind. In total darkness just panting hard and smelling the stink I had become. I was less than a slave… I was bestial. Zero thought – only primal instinct. No longer driven by hunger, I was an animal. Horny to unleash my bound up seed, but too tired to do much more than curl up and pass the hell out.
Over the course of the next week or so, I was put to use. Good use. The next opportunity to serve came quickly it seemed. (Fuck, like I said, I had NO WAY of telling time. Especially now that it really didn’t matter. After all, time was just another THING used by humans.) I was awakened by footsteps coming down the stairs. I heard the familiar locks and creak of the heavy door. And voices. Even though my legs were still bound together, I sprung to attention lifting my upper body up on my padded paws – mouthhole gaping open with tongue stretched out. I heard Master chuckle while introducing me as His “new pet.”
“This is my new pet. I call him “maggot.”
I heard two unfamiliar voices. The first blurted out something about Master not kidding followed by “…that’s sooo hot!” The other just kept saying, “fuck” and “fuck yeah” over and over. They both sounded in their mid to late twenties. And even though I couldn’t see them, I was clearly on display.
“Heal!” My Owner commanded.
Despite legs which were now more like dead weight, I crawled quickly toward the sound of my Master’s voice until I felt His hand rest on top of my head. I could feel the weight not only of lower half, but of the heavy chain itself. The choke of my neck caused me to arch my back so that my chest was almost facing straight on, making me feel even more inhuman. I felt copious amounts of drool spilling off the end of my outstretched tongue.
“What is THAT on MY FLOOR!?!!” Master exclaimed.
“Has maggot forgot its true purpose in Life already?”
Immediately I fell flat on the ground and began lapping up the pool of drool that I had stupidly let fall from my hole and onto Master’s Floor.
“…Oh, fuck yeah.”
“Damn Sir… that is so fuckin’ HOT!!!”
I resumed my position feeling a strange sense of pride wash over me. I’d made my Master proud in front of His subs!
He told the guys to strip down and had them climb into what sounded like two slings. When one of them commented that they’d never both been fisted simultaneously before, I imagined the scene that was now unfolding somewhere in front of me. I laid flat on the floor with my chin resting in between each padded fist mitt – head forward… waiting. Soon, cries of excruciating ecstasy filled the room, bouncing off the walls and drilling into my ears – both men taking my Master’s fists deep inside their holes. The sloshing sounds of these creamy cunts opening and closing, becoming more and more juicy was making my mouth water with anticipation… while my rubberized cock swelled beneath me. My Master was GOOD. I could tell both pigs were about to climax – HARD.
With loud slurping sounds, I could tell Master had withdrawn His Fists at precisely the right moment and began jacking the dicks.
“Whoever shoots first gets a NICE surprise.”
It didn’t take much. Suddenly, both men blew the wads… the room trembled under their seismic orgasms and I swear I FELT their loads hit the concrete as my Master moved out of the way!
I rushed forward, crawling my way towards my meal. The sound of the heavy chain trailing behind me.
“SUCK IT UP, maggot. But DON’T SWALLOW.”
I found the first pool of pungent spooge with my out-stretched tongue and sucked it into my greedy hole. Then I moved to my left, quickly locating the second and did the same, lifting my body upwards on my arms (or what was now just two front legs.) My tongue was floating a lake of their combined jizz, tasting this delicious soup. I felt Master place something metal down next to me on my right and was given my next set of instructions…
“Climb up and put HALF into this slave’s shitter, worm.”
I moved to my right, gently bumping into what appeared to be the step stool He had used next to the gurney to piss into my sewermouth. Backing up, I made my way up to the third and top step and leaned forward making contact with the first shithole. Creating a seal between our two holes, I used my tongue to deposit the first half into the gaping orifice.
“Good boy. Now the other.”
Climbing down, I awkwardly inched over to my left – dragging the dead weight of my lower half with me. My Master lifted the step-stool and placed it down in front of the second guy. I felt His Eyes watching me as I again made my ascension towards the second hole.
“Unload the rest into his hole, maggot… Take your time and make sure it gets in there really deep before cleaning up the winner and claiming your meal.”
Immediately, I recognized why this fucker had won. Looking back, I realize his prostate must have LOVED Master’s Hand! Damn, was this thing completely juiced the hell UP!!! Fucking DELICIOUS. And dripping wet! Full of HOT, THICK buttsnot. Now, it was injected with his boyfriend’s conjoined cum making it a meal that I easily lost myself in. I was ONE with HIS HOLE. Our holes made one gigantic sewer pipe full of nasty ass FUCK. He farted, blowing assjuice into the back of my throat and I gulped it down HARD… never missing a beat as I sucked out his rectum. He began wailing in continued ecstasy.
“Fuck yeah!” said the voice in the other sling.
“Goddamn that’s so fucking amazingly HOT, SIR!”
“Jump down and mount the maggot with that big hard bat you’re still swinging there, boy.”
I heard the chains of the other sling rattle and felt Master unzip the ass of my suit and drive His lubed up fingers into my drainage pipe. The second dude’s weight rested down on top of me and I felt the head of his pole begin to push forward and into me, driving me ever harder into his boyfriend’s HOT hole as he let out more air straight down my into my septic tank!
“If you have to piss… feel free, boy.”
I felt him unload up my hole. Fuck this was BEYOND… ANYTHING. I was in pig heaven!!!
“Enough.” Master must of sensed the strain bourne by my trembling arms. I felt the dick pull out and weight come off me as I disconnected from his boyfriend’s ass. I made my way down and collapsed. I felt Master bend down and pull the thick zipper around my ass closed.
“Right in my way is NOT where you belong, maggot.”
I dragged my sorry ass back to my corner and curled up, then passed out.
Over the next few days, Master brought a couple more guys over. I found their cum on the floor and cleaned some butt. Even drank several loads of piss. But nothing compared to these first two. A couple times He used me alone. And when finished went back upstairs. Twice, He came down and attached what must have been some sort of compressor to the back of the suit and blew a stream of air through my suit, letting me rest and feel the vibration as it exited from unzipped ass & my temporarily exposed crotch.
On the final day, I was asleep when I heard Master’s boots coming down the stairs and the door swing open. Still, I assumed the proper position and waited. Suddenly, I felt His Hand on my collar unlocking my chain as He then began dragging me across the room. By now, the belts around my legs had been taken off, but I hadn’t been allowed to use them like a human, crawling instead – yet never higher then His own Crotch. I was led to a door I didn’t know existed. The air was mustier and somewhat cooler. Damp. With both Hands underneath my armpits, Master lifted me up and secured me to a cold stone wall as He began to strip me down. After all this time sealed up, it felt as if I was being skinned alive. Not painful. Just messed up. I was frightened. What had I done? Why was He doing this to me!?!!
Once everything but my hood was stripped, I began freaking out as a rush of water sprayed across me. Not cold, but not warm either.
“Time to wash the STINK off you, maggot. Gotta delivery to make…”
What the fuck?
“Shut the fuck up, worm.”
I did. When He was done, He left me hanging. I felt a heater overhead turn on as He left the room.
After about twenty, thirty or maybe only five minutes, He came back and took me down. I collapse to the floor, but He grabbed me by the collar and began dragging me back into the dungeon. With unsteady legs, He positioned me against the beam I had first been secured to, and held me in place until my legs found their footing for the first time in days. Then He began to dress me. First the Bike jock, then my chaps… then my jacket. My hands were cuffed behind my back and the hoods were taken off.
“Keep both eyes SHUT, maggot. OPEN THEM ONLY if it wishes to experience several degrees of pain.”
I did as told and felt Him take His time wrapping my head with a fresh roll of VetWrap. Once done, a leash was secured to my collar. When He decided I was ready, I was led back upstairs. Following Him down the hall, I was hit with a sudden flash of intensely cold air as He opened the front door and led me across the porch, down the stairs and over to His Car. I heard keys come out… the trunk pop open… and I was pushed, once more, inside. I was beyond wigging out. All I wanted to do was go back to my warm corner where everything was safe and I was secured. Now, everything was being rewound!
We drove for twenty minutes or so. I heard cars and motorcycles all around us. I heard the faint sounds of talk radio up front. I was shivering. Eventually, the car stopped and Master got out, snow crunching beneath His Boots. The trunk popped open.
“Get out, maggot.”
His Hand once again clipped the leash and dragged me out. I felt Him grab my arm to steady me as He led me up some stairs, then stopped. I heard a doorbell chime from inside and the door opened up.
“Well, looks who’s back!” a familiar voice said.
“I take it You had fun with him?”
“Ha, yeah, he’s was amusing.” Answered my Master as I felt the leash, then the collar come off.
“Get in here, boy. Sure you’ll find it a bit warmer…”
“How did everything go with you?”
“Good. Thanks for taking care of the little shit for me.”
“No problem. We still on for dinner next week?
“Yeah. Give me a call.”
And with that, the door shut.
“You stink boy. Let’s get you undressed…”
It took several hours not only to process what the FUCK had just happened, but for my eyes to adjust to light. Will made sure the lights were dimmed down enough that it wasn’t too painful. He also made sure that I was freshly showered and dressed in warm clothes. Only after I had regained modicum of coherence did he explain… You see, my “friend” had received a phone call from his boss the night before I was to fly out there, explaining there was a crisis out of town that he needed Will to take care. Instead of having me cancel my trip at the last minute – ya know the one where I was going to spend it dressed in gear 24/7 and “live the Life of a rubberslave” – he had his best friend watch over me instead. Even got me to break past of one of last remaining “limits!” Nicely fucking done, SIRS. THANK YOU.
And though I never saw my Master the whole time I was in His Care, Will sent me photos. Not only was my MASTER /DADDY very HOT, but I got to see pix of His maggot, to boot…
Master was wrong about one thing… I was not a “natural born shitslave.” It took work. Loads of work. It was hardcore and required intense concentration to just LET GO of everything that’s been drilled into me about what’s wrong or what’s right. So judge me if you feel something petty inside of you compelling you to go down that road. But don’t deny the respect towards any individual who’s capable overcoming serious challenges in the face of adversity… especially crap that YOU could never in a million years force yourself to undergo. Even if you had to.
But then again, you probably just think I’m just full of SHIT anyway.