Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2017 20:47:40 -0700 From: Rottweiler Toilet Subject: Rottweiler Toilet Rottweiler Toilet (M/M) [Gay]: Bestiality; Scat; Gloryhole; Gangbang; Watersports Consider donating to Nifty if you enjoy (and if you're here, you do) this kind of writing. Stay nasty out there, mates and gals. Scat is plenty kinky, and that's the focus of our writing. There already is and will be plenty of it, but I found that it was rare to read material on animal scat play. This'll absolutely disgust some of you. But some will just get hungry. If you're in the minority that wants to sit on the lowest end of the totem pole and be a human doggie bag, this one's for you. E-mail me at rottweilertoilet@gmail.com if you want to talk raunch, human and animal. And by all means, please send me pics of you or your slave's next meals. After all, eating is a shared experience. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Open that mouth, boy." I opened my mouth nice and wide, like a child being examined at the doctor's office. I lifted my tongue against the roof of my mouth, revealing a thick brown wet sludge. The paste was soft and grainy, and a thick drop of it slid down my lower lip, splattering on my chest. I took my hand and rubbed it off, sucking my finger clean afterwards. "Looks good. Flush, boy." "Flush" was my command for swallowing. I swallowed. It was my first feeding of the day, and I always lovingly ate the meals prepared for me. Of course, the meal was dogshit. On most days, it would be fresh from the source, my master's hulk of a Rottweiler named Tank. He was a stocky, muscular dog, weighing in at 172 lb., and I had been trained for the last three years to be his toilet. While he was normally trained to dispose of waste by sitting on my face, today my master had used my dog bowl to catch his shit and commanded me to eat it on all fours, which I did happily. "Thank you for the meal, sir." I licked dogshit off my lips, then excitedly leaned over to clean Tank's now dirtied asshole. It throbbed and quivered as my tongue entered. I did my absolute best to wash and worship his ass with my mouth. I kissed his hole, whispering to him what a good boy he was, and rubbing his chunky thighs as he loosened himself to my toilet paper tongue. I started getting into it and began moaning, as the shitstained inner walls of my favorite dog gave way to his warm, fleshy rectum. Master laughed, as he always did during feeding. Of course, I was responsible for being his toilet too, and he had always been a very talented trainer. He wasn't one for giving many compliments, but always praised me when I was swallowing sewage. It was the three of us under his roof, and his word was law. I was given the privilege of being his toilet and sewer for both he and his dog, and I was proud of how well I did it -literally every single bowel movement from the both of them went into my mouth for the last three years. I was the only one in the house to actually use a toilet, though I only did so with explicit permission from master. Otherwise, I had to hold in my meals. At first, it was difficult, and master inserted quite a few days where I had to eat my own shit. He said that it was important for me to try and make a second pass of the valuable meals I had been given, and that digesting my own shit was an important skill to have for someone as low as me. On some days, he would demand a third, and would often record the entire thing. My meals weren't just limited to what I could eat out of my master and his dog's intestines, though. He was a man with connections, and definitely had a sadistic streak. Master liked to fuck rough, and both he and Tank were quite thick, especially with Tank's baseball-sized knot. Luckily, my cunt had been stretched over time with repeated fuckings, and I still remember the first time I came hands free from their cocks. Tank was the one to really fuck my virginity away, but since then Master had let many men and animals make use of me as toilet, urinal, and sperm bank. On most weekends, he would surprise me by taking me out, oftentimes to nasty, dangerous areas renowned for seedy sex, like bars and nightclubs. Most of the time, I would spread my legs for a train of men, but sometimes it would be a dog kennel, or a stallion farm. Gloryholes were a personal favorite of his. Tonight, I was to be the entertainment of a dive bar I had already grown to love. The first time we went, I was ushered quietly into a dingy booth no bigger than the size of a shower stall, and told to strip. Back then, I was apprehensive about my first time with a man other than master, but as men started to pour into the booths and stick their cocks into the holes, he began to encourage me, spreading my ass apart with his thick hands and fingering me open. He grabbed my hips and lined me up roughly and told me to bear down, and the stranger's cock punched past my rectum, making me shiver in surprise. Master wrote one tick mark for every load I took in my ass. By the end of the night, he had counted a full 37 loads injected into my butt, which was already getting hard to hold in. My stomach was bloated, but I dutifully licked up any scads of cum that dripped down my legs, and eagerly sucked their cocks clean after they finished. Afterwards, he took me outside into the main bar area and stuck his cock in me in front of dozens of men, all while I was coated in sweat and cum, stinking of raunch and cock. He began pissing, and told the men they were in for a show, as my sloppy insides swelled and swelled. On command, I hurriedly got on the floor and squat over an empty beer pitcher, letting loose a flood of piss, thick with floating cum and with big, pasty chunks of shit. He then tilted my head back and proceeded to make me drink the foul mixture, causing the horny men to quiet and whisper, excitedly jacking off in disgust. After that first night, I had gained a reputation for being willing to do anything, as long as I had permission from Master. Many weekend nights would be spent there, with Master training me to never, ever refuse a man's cock -it was my honor and privilege to be a receptable for cum, when all I really deserved was their shit. There was nothing off limits to master's imagination. Several times, I went exclusively to eat, my stomach already half-full from the day's meals. He would have men press their sweaty, hairy asses against the gloryholes, and I was to open my mouth hungrily around their unwashed holes. That was one of my favorite positions, because I was kneeling in such a way that almost let shit slide straight into my stomach. I had four or five full loads of shit that night, never even knowing anything about those men other than the taste and stink of the rectum I was fed from. Other nights, master would train me with farmed shit. Eating from farmed shit was a real turn-on, because I felt I was getting to taste shit from many, many sources, sometimes animals, with varying levels of nastiness. Sometimes, master would come home with buckets of slop, but only sometimes would tell me where it came from. A few times, I would eat shit out of public toilets, but the water usually diluted the flavor, and master always wanted me to experience the full texture and taste of shit, no matter the source. Animal shit was another activity master liked to participate in, and he had friends in farming, and in zookeeping. I was in love with Tank in more ways than one already, but my shit palate began increasing as master got a hold of horse shit, cow shit, and pig shit. I was enchanted with pig shit especially, happily sucking in almost slurry slop from their swollen rectums during my farm visits. Horse shit was nice too, because I could feed myself at least a square three meals off a horse's single bowel movement alone. Master definitely got a kick out of seeing me enjoy eating animal feces, and would record my sessions whenever possible. After we built up a collection of videos, he would leave them on all the time, and I would oftentimes be watching myself get fucked by Tank while eating his meal out of my dog bowl. Still, he and Tank were my priority, and I was told to always keep room in my stomach for the both of them. When I burped, I would smell the scent of their shit in my sewer mouth, a flavor I had grown accustomed to enjoy, to worship. I wondered what was in store for me today. I had started my day with a meal from Tank, and master unbuckled his pants to feed me my second course. When I began training three years ago, we used a rimseat, and for the first few months, it was really challenging to choke down rancid shit, both from human and dog. Master was patient though, and encouraged me and praised me as I choked it down bit by bit. However, he was firm, and guaranteed me that I absolutely had to eat every last chunk of shit from he and Tank's asses. I trusted him, and after a few weeks, began to anticipate and relish our meals together. He squatted over my face. "Come eat, boy." With that, I pulled my still hungry mouth off my Rottweiler friend's asshole, giving him a firm pat on the rump and planting a last kiss on his rear. Of course, my mouth still tasted of dogshit, sticky and wet with saliva, and with anticipation. I crawled on all fours towards master and laid flat on my back under him. He squat over my mouth. I laid my arms limply under me -I was only to use my hands to pick up any missed chunks of shit, or to spread his hole apart for better oral access -never to masturbate. The first few weeks of my training, I was tempted to jack off while he emptied his colon into my mouth, but master cuffed my hands together each time I tried. He reminded me that my duty to society was as a toilet for him and the animals he chose to relieve themselves into me, and that my pleasure should come from my service. It was difficult to resist at first, but as I masturbated less and less, the more pleasure came forth from each swallow of shit, man or animal. It was easy to come from master's fucking, or the feel of tugging and pulling of Tank's fat knot against my rectum, but after many months of training, I began to orgasm from eating my meals with them exclusively. He always takes a minute to let me admire his asshole, and master was a strong, thick man, with a very hairy asshole. I loved watching it wink a mere few inches from my face. Master always stank of sweat, especially downstairs, but his hole was always salty and clean, because of my duty as his toilet paper. I always studiously sucked away any shit caught on his hole. Master said that lots of dominant types liked to make their toilets eat dry shit caught in their messy holes, but said he preferred me to always eat shit as fresh from the source as possible. His sweaty hole sat square upon my mouth and I eagerly started licking away at it, occasionally darting my tongue inside, exploring. I was always in love with rimming, and treated it as my responsibility to work for my meals. I licked, kissed, and sucked that hole, feeling him bear down and squeeze tightly around my tongue. I moaned as he pressed his weight against my face, and after a few minutes of worship, I could feel something begin to move against my tongue. I spread his ass apart as wide as possible, dug in, and began sucking hungrily against his hole. I felt the first taste of shit against my tongue and was overwhelmed with excitement. I tried not to move, as master started to bear down and deposit thick, greasy globs of shit into my mouth. I was in love with excrement. I used my tongue to massage master's shit onto the roof of my mouth and chewed it heartily, rolling it around in my cheeks. He pulled away, standing for a second to observe. Again, I opened my mouth, showing him the pasted mess that had come from a mixture of my saliva, remnants of fresh dogshit, and master's bowels. "Flush, boy." ...and I swallowed deeply, once again moaning as I felt the mess slide down my shitstained throat and into my stomach, where it joined its other half. I once referred to eating Tank's shit as an appetizer, but master chided me: animal shit, and especially Tank's shit, was every bit as valuable to me as his, and should be worshipped appropriately. He squat back over my face and continued his feeding, allowing me only to swallow when he gave his toilet the command to flush. Sometimes, he would overfill my mouth on purpose, and force me to lick shit off the floor, or get my hands dirty with shit chunks that I was to drag back into my hungry mouth. The feeding took only about ten minutes, and I swallowed exactly thirteen full mouthfuls of shit. Master made me count the number out loud and thank him after each one. Oftentimes, he would make me chew and chew and mash with my lips and tongue until his shit had turned into a thick, fudge-like slurry before swallowing. With his feeding finished, I spent the next few minutes cleaning his hairy hole with my tongue, and made sure to suck the floor clean. Afterwards, he pissed into a sports bottle, and then placed it under Tank, who also had been trained to piss both into bottle and mouth. He put that sports bottle on top of a shelf, one lined with other bottles. Stale piss was yet another favorite of master's, and one I enjoyed personally as well. He took down another bottle next to it. Like master stated, not a single drop of piss or single bit of shit hadn't passed through my body for either of them for the last two years. Everything would eventually be digested, drank, chewed, and swallowed through my body, and the three-day-old bottled dog urine and piss combination was no exception. I sipped it intently, savoring the flavor. It was a dark yellow, muddy and nasty from fermenting. I swished it around in my mouth, using my tongue to take out idle chunks of shit from my gums. After my drink, I was lifted up and ushered into the shower, where master said... "Go clean out, boy. We got somethin' special for you tonight..." ---------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first written story, so go ahead and flush some feedback down my throat. If there's interest, I'll write up the continuation and post it to Nifty. Animal repacking, anyone?