Date: Mon, 6 Dec 2021 04:03:18 +0000
From: The Hooded Submissive <thehoodedsubmissive@hotmail.com>
Subject: His Sir's Toilet (scat)

This is a work of complete fiction. I am not into scat myself, but I am a
submissive and I wrote this story for a good friend who is very much into
scat. I hope I got enough right here that others of you that are also into
it will get something out of this story. Enjoy, you pervs!

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His Sir's Toilet

Billy arrived at the gate to the house, glanced at his watch, and breathed
a sigh of relief. Ten whole minutes to spare. His Sir was very strict about
punctuality and the last thing he wanted tonight was to have to start the
evening with a punishment. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but he
knew from what his Sir had indicated that tonight was going to be special,
and he didn't want to ruin it.

Billy had been serving Thomas, his Sir, for about a year and a half
now. The man had been a godsend for him. Billy had discovered himself as a
submissive at the age of 29 and had spent the next several years on a
mostly fruitless quest to find a dominant man to own him. He'd had some fun
along the way and learned many things, sure. But he found that most of the
men he met who claimed to be Doms were really just aggressive tops; they
could dominate him in the bedroom, but were uninterested in the kind of
ongoing power exchange dynamic he craved.

But then he met Thomas and immediately knew that he was different. He had
been out at one of the local leather bars having drinks with friends and
noticed Thomas the moment he walked in. With his massive frame, stubbled
chin, and bulging gut, Thomas looked like one of the bull necked goon types
that Billy constantly jerked off to images of. He was wearing leather but
nothing ornate, just a vest with a couple of armbands and his boots. Billy
watched him all night as they stood on opposite ends of the bar's patio,
Thomas smoking a cigar and drinking a few beers, mostly keeping to himself
but intermittently chatting with some of the other local leather men. He
exuded a kind of quiet confidence and presence that was both intimidating
and deeply attractive. After several drinks, Billy finally worked up the
courage to go over and talk to him. He felt like a tongue tied school boy
and kept stumbling over his words as he talked to the man, sure that he was
embarrassing himself and that Thomas was just being polite and humoring
him. But at the end of the night, Thomas invited him back to his
place. Before the evening was over, he had Thomas' load in his guts,
Thomas' piss in his stomach, and was intimately familiar with the taste of
Thomas' boots. He had called him Sir ever since that night.

Thomas turned out to be everything Billy was looking for in a Sir. He
didn't want a submissive fuck buddy, he wanted a boy to own and take total
control of. He was demanding, sadistic, and seemed completely in his
element being in charge. Over the next several months, he trained Billy in
the ways he expected to be served. Billy was used and degraded
regularly. His dick was locked in a chastity device and over time he was
allowed orgasms less and less frequently. He was beaten often and with
increased intensity over time. And he loved it. The more control Thomas
took, the more his Sir used and abused him, the happier and more like his
true self he felt. Their symbiotic power exchange based relationship
fulfilled deep needs for both of them, and both Sir and boy thrived within
it.

Last weekend they had reached a new height. After months of intense
training in taking pain, Thomas had decided that the boy was finally ready
for a taste of his bullwhip. Billy was restrained, gagged, and attached to
the St Andrew's cross in his Sir's dungeon, and over the space of 30
minutes had his back whipped bloody. It was the most excruciatingly painful
ordeal he had been through yet, and when it was over he was a sobbing
mess. But still, when he was released from the cross he immediately sank to
the ground and kissed his Sir's boots and thanked him for what he had
done. His Sir knew him and knew what he needed, and he was so grateful to
be seen and owned. And as always, his Sir took good care of him after,
holding him while he sobbed, helping him come back down to earth, and
dressing the same wounds he had created.

Billy could still feel the welts on his back under his shirt as he walked
down the path from the gate to the front door of his Sir's home. He was
nervous and excited. Last week had been such a big step forward for them,
and something about the message his Sir had sent him earlier in the day
told him that even bigger things were on the menu for tonight. When he
arrived at the front door, he found it unlocked as it always was when he
arrived for a session. He stepped inside, stripped and folded his clothes
neatly, and headed down to the dungeon in the basement wearing nothing but
his cage and his collar.

Thomas was standing in the middle of the large dungeon space, dressed much
the same way he was the night Billy met, except wearing a leather jock
instead of pants. He had a big cigar clenched firmly in his jaw and was
producing large clouds of thick smoke with it. Jesus. Even after all this
time, the sight of the man made Billy weak in the knees. He was a god as
far as Billy was concerned. Billy also immediately noticed the rim chair
had been pulled and a pad for his head placed underneath it, so he knew at
least one thing that was on the menu for the night. Which wasn't surprising
since he knew how much his Sir loved having his ass eaten. More surprising
was what he saw hanging from his Sir's hand: a collar. It looked similar to
the one he was wearing, his training collar, but the chain was thicker and
the lock slightly larger. He had an inkling of what it might be, but dared
not even think it.

"Good evening, boy." Said Thomas, and immediately pointed down to his
boots. This was part of their greeting ritual and Billy knew exactly what
to do, dropping to his hands and knees and giving both large boots a
thorough cleaning with his tongue while his Sir continued enjoying his
stogie. After several minutes, his Sir indicated that he had done the task
sufficiently and indicated with his hands that the boy should rise. Billy
stood, clasped his hands behind his back, and faced his Sir with his gaze
slightly lowered, as he had been trained to do. Thomas studied the boy in
silence for a few moments before speaking again.

"Boy, I've trained or attempted to train many boys over the years, and not
a one has taken to it like you have. I've seen men older and more
experienced than you tap out after taking a quarter of the whipping I gave
you last week. You are thoughtful, attentive, obedient, and you take
whatever cruelty I want to dish out at you in stride. I am very proud of
how far you've come."

Billy beamed with pride. To him, there was nothing more valuable or
rewarding than hearing this kind of praise from his Sir. More than anything
in the world, he wanted to please this man. "Thank you Sir! It makes me
very happy to hear that. I am so honored to serve you, Sir. Thank you for
letting me be your boy."

"You're welcome, boy. I am honored to have you serve me. And I think it's
time for us to take the next step. This here" he raised up the collar he
held in his hand "is your permanent collar. I would like to put it around
your neck tonight, and have you be my boy for good. There's just one last
thing you have to do to earn it, boy."

Billy's heart soared. This is what he had wanted since he first met Thomas
in the bar that night. He felt at home with his Sir and never wanted to
leave his service. He started to get choked up, and fought back tears to
express his gratitude. "Sir I...I almost don't know what to say. I'm having
a hard time forming words right now. But this is what I've always wanted,
and it would make me so happy to wear your collar for the rest of my
days. Just tell me what I have to do, Sir. Anything you want. I'm yours."

"That's what I wanted to hear, boy. And I do hope you'll follow through on
that. All you have to do to earn this collar is let me shit in your mouth."

As quickly as Billy's heart had climbed, it now sank like a stone. He had a
hard time processing what his Sir just said. Shit in his mouth? No. His Sir
never joked, but he must be doing so now. At the very beginning of their
dynamic, the boy had set forth his limits and his Sir had agreed to them:
no drugs, animals, women, children, permanent marks, or scat. Sir had
pushed the boy in all kinds of ways but had always respected these limits.

"Sir? I don't understand. Is this some kind of test? Please tell me what's
going on here."

"Oh, it's a test alright boy. But it's a straightforward one. I want to
shit in your mouth. That's the test. And yes, I know that's one of your
limits and I agreed to respect it. Up until this point, I have. But we're
moving to a different phase of our relationship now, boy. If we move
forward from here, the old agreements are null and void. The boy that wears
my permanent collar has no limits. He is mine to do with as I will,
completely and totally. Period. That's the only way it works for me."

Billy was stunned and crestfallen. He wanted to cry and run out of the
room. He was so close to being completely owned by the kind of Sir he had
always wanted. This was something he had been searching for for so long!
But now he was being asked to do something that completely disgusted him to
get what he wanted. He didn't think he could do it, and the thought that he
might lose the best fitting relationship he'd ever had over it was making
him distraught. This felt like it couldn't be happening. But one look in
his Sir's eyes and he knew he was serious.

Billy pleaded with his Sir. "No no no. Please Sir, please don't do
this. I'm begging you. Don't make me do something so disgusting. I love
being your boy so much, it means the world to me. Please, Sir. Anything
else. I'll do anything else for you. I'll gladly take another bullwhipping
right now if that's what you want. Just not that."

But Thomas remained firm and shook his head. "I'm sorry boy. I've loved
having you as my boy too, but this is what it takes."

"But why Sir? Why now? I don't understand why you're doing this."

"Two reasons. One, simply because I want to watch you eat my shit. You know
I enjoy feeding other boys, how can I collar my own boy without feeding him
as well? What kind of Sir would I be if I didn't use my boy in exactly the
ways I want? Two, you need it. You were born to a real man's owned
property, and you need to learn that means you don't get to say no to
anything that doesn't truly harm you. And while you may hate it, it won't
actually harm you. The limit is only in your head, my boy."

They both stood in silence for many moments.

"You need to think about this for a few minutes, obviously. I'm going to
sit over there and enjoy my cigar while you come to a decision. You've got
5 minutes."

"And boy, something you should know as you decide. If you say yes, there's
no going back. I won't let you cut it short or stop it part of the way
through, no matter how much you beg. Once we begin it doesn't end until all
of my shit is in your belly."

Poor Billy's mind was racing. He kept visualizing doing what his Sir was
demanding and he thought he might be sick to his stomach. He didn't think
he could do it. And yet. He kept looking at that collar in Sir's hands. At
his amazing Sir who he wanted to please more than anything. How could he
walk away from that? Who would he even be without his Sir now?

As the five minutes came to a close, he knew what he had to do. He steeled
his mind, dropped to his hands and knees, and crawled over to where his Sir
was sitting.

Billy took a deep breath and looked up into Thomas' eyes. "Sir. I'll do it
Sir."

Thomas grinned broadly."Good fucking boy! But tell me, boy. Tell me what
you'll do. You have to say it."

Billy hesitated for only a moment "I'll eat your shit, Sir."

"Oh will you, boy? You'll let me shit right into that pretty little mouth
of yours?"

"Yes Sir!"

"You'll swallow every single piece of shit that comes out of my asshole?"

"Yes Sir!"

"You'll let me turn you into a filthy, full service toilet, boy?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Good boy! I know this is hard for you, boy. I'm proud of you. And I need
to feed you bad. Come on, let's get you set up under the rim chair there,
you fucking toilet."

Billy was led over to the rim chair and dutifully crawled under it. He
tried to clear his mind and not think about what was about to happen, he
just moved as his Sir directed him. Still, he shuddered a bit as Sir put
his wrists and ankles in restraints and began the process of using strong
rope to attach those restraints to some of the metal attachment points he'd
had installed into the floor. As each limb was tightly secured, the reality
of his situation became more inescapable.

When he was fully immobilized, Thomas stood above him, smoking his cigar,
looking down at Billy's face framed perfectly by the seat of the rim chair
he was under. Billy didn't know it, but his Sir had been looking forward to
this day for a long time.

"Ok toilet, a couple things you should know. Like I said earlier, there's
no going back now. You're not leaving here until you've eaten every piece
of shit that comes out of my ass. Now, I can't force your mouth open with a
spreader gag because you need to be able to chew. But if you close your
mouth to try to keep any of my shit out of it, you will be severely
punished plus you will still eat that shit because I'll personally cram it
back into your mouth. Now. You might vomit. Boys do, especially their first
time. Because it's your first time I won't make you eat what you throw
up. But I also still will not stop. You'll get a minute to recover and then
I will continue feeding you. Do you understand, boy?"

Holding back tears, Billy quietly responded "Yes Sir"

Sir nodded an acknowledgement. "Good little toilet. Alright then, let's get
you fed."

Thomas positioned his big bear body over the rim seat and slowly lowered
himself down onto it. From his position, Billy saw the two large, firm,
hairy globes of his Sir's ass descending towards his face. This was
normally a welcome sight for him, he usually loved to eat his Sir's meaty
ass for him. But now he was filled with fear and shame. As his Sir's hole
got closer to his face, he was overcome with the scent of it. Musky,
sweaty, earthy, and decidedly ripe. His Sir often cleaned his ass before
their sessions to make it a little easier for Billy to take, but he
obviously had not done so this time. Billy could already smell hints of
shit on the hole that was now just a couple of inches above him. He
wrinkled his nose. His Sir's ass filled his field of vision. It was his
whole world now.

"Get your tongue in there, boy."

Billy lapped at the outside of his Sir's hole for a couple of minutes
before starting to work his tongue up inside it with trepidation. He didn't
know how this was going to go down. Would there be shit right there at the
entrance waiting for him? He was relieved when there was not, just the
familiar tastes of the hole that he was used to. For a few moments, he got
lost in something he genuinely loved to do. He worked his tongue in and out
as hard as he could, swirled it around, all the things that his Sir usually
loved. He detected some faint tastes of shit as he went, but it wasn't
anything he hadn't incidentally tasted a few times before, and there wasn't
much of it.

And then as he was working his tongue as far up his Sir's chute as he
could, he felt it. His tongue hit something solid and microseconds later he
tasted it. It was shit. It was one of his Sir's turds. He stopped,
momentarily frozen by the reality of it. This was really happening. He
wasn't ready. But, he would never be ready.

"You got real still there, boy. Found some of my shit, huh? Hit one of my
big ole turds with your tongue? That's right boy, this is really
happening. I'm about to drop that turd in your mouth and you're gonna eat
it, you fucking toilet pig. Get ready for your first mouthful of shit! I
want you to hold this first piece in your mouth until I tell you otherwise,
boy. Oh yeah, here it comes!"

With that, Billy could feel the muscles in his Sir's rectum start working
and the large piece of shit he had just found started sliding out. The
force of it pushed Billy's tongue back into his mouth, and soon the log of
shit followed it. It was a large log and Billy had to open his jaw wider to
accommodate it. Oh god, it smelled so bad. It was putrid and the smell
completely filled his nostrils. And the taste, fuck it was so vile. It was
somehow even worse than he had imagined it would be, the worst thing he'd
ever tasted. And the shit log just kept coming, kept filling his mouth
until it was starting to hit the entrance to his throat. It was a nightmare
that seemed like it would never end, but eventually he felt his Sir pinch
it off and it dropped completely into his mouth. He held it there as his
Sir directed, working as hard as he could not to vomit.

His Sir stood up so he could admire his handiwork. He stood towering over
the boy, smoking his stogie, stroking his engorged cock, obviously turned
on by the sight of his boy's mouth filled with his shit. "Fuck boy, you
look so hot like that. Thought this was never going to happen to you,
right? Thought you could serve a man you knew loved to make boys eat his
shit without ending up with a mouthful yourself somehow? Thought you were
better, more dignified than those other boys, didn't you? Well you know
different now that your mouth is full of my shit. Now you're just another
toilet for me too."

Thomas took a long draw on his cigar while staring directly into Billy's
eyes. He could see his boy pleading with those eyes, begging him to make
this stop. But there was no room for mercy here. This had to be done. "Eat
it, boy. Chew up my shit and swallow it down into your faggot belly. Do it
now!"

The thought of chewing the shit in his mouth was already threatening to
make Billy puke, but he knew that the only way to get the shit out of his
mouth was to swallow it. He forced himself to take a bite of the vile
log. It was thick and sticky, like trying to chew rancid peanut butter. And
the chewing of it just released more of the putrid flavor into his mouth,
the stink invading every pore of his being. He felt completely degraded,
humiliated. He had never been this low. With all his resolve, he swallowed
his first bite, feeling the slimy shit slide down his throat into his
belly. He somehow managed not to throw it back up immediately.

He couldn't keep doing this. He shook his head violently from side to side,
grunted around the shit still in his mouth, pleaded with his Sir with his
eyes.

Thomas just kept stroking his dick. "I already told you, boy. There is no
getting out of this. If you try to spit out the shit in your mouth I'll
shove it down your throat with my own hands. Now go on, boy. Eat your
meal. Chow down on the rest of that turd there."

Billy felt totally defeated. He knew for sure now that his Sir was serious,
he would have to go all the way through with this. He had no choice but to
eat the rest of the shit in his mouth. And if that was the case, he had to
just make himself do it. He steeled himself and started chewing
again. Fuck, it was so thick and chunky, he couldn't just swallow it
quickly, he really had to chew it down. Every bite of the foul substance
made him feel more degraded. Subhuman. But he did it. Gulp by gulp, he
swallowed the rest of the turd.

He immediately realized that the hope he had that swallowing the shit would
somehow make it better was severely misguided. Shit slime still coated the
inside of his mouth. Shit flavored saliva was running out of the corners of
his mouth. It was still awful. He knew it was of no use but he couldn't
stop himself from begging for mercy again. "Sir, please. I can't..."

He never finished the sentence because all of a sudden an explosion of pain
traveled through his body. His Sir had kicked him square in the nuts with
his steel toed boots.

"ENOUGH!" Thomas bellowed. "I'm tired of your whining and begging,
toilet. Toilets are silent and do their job without complaining. One more
word from you and I'll go recruit some of my feeder friends to come over,
I'm sure they would jump at the chance to feed my boy their shit. Nod that
you understand, I don't want to hear another word out of your shit filled
mouth."

Billy started crying, but his Sir remained stone faced, unmoved by the
boy's tears. Eventually Billy slowly nodded his head.

"That's better, toilet. I've probably got two more turds of that size left
in me. Open that mouth back up so I can shit in it again."

Billy did as directed. He was still sobbing as his Sir resumed his place on
the rim chair and maneuvered his hole, now deeply smelling of shit, right
over his open mouth. And he was still sobbing as he felt that hole dilate
and its contents start to spill into his mouth. And he was still sobbing as
another log of shit completely filled his mouth and his Sir pinched it
off. "Cry all you want, toilet. But you best start eating that delicious
shit I just fed so I can finish this off, I'm getting tired of holding my
turds in just because you're so slow."

Billy at least knew what to expect now, and he knew that the sooner he
swallowed what was in his mouth, the sooner he could get this whole thing
over with. He felt nauseous as he began chewing again, the foul, bitter
flavor assaulting his senses. But he pushed himself through it. Chew,
swallow. Chew, swallow. Tears were still streaming down his face, but he
was doing it. He was eating his Sir's shit.

But suddenly he truly couldn't take it anymore. His body rebelled against
him, his stomach protested the vile substance being fed to it. He felt a
rumbling in his belly and a rising wave of nausea that he couldn't
contain. Then he started heaving. "Sir, I'm sorry. I think I'm gonna puke!
I can't hold it in!"

Thomas sighed, rose from his seat, and took a couple steps away, not
wanting to get blasted with what he knew was coming. Just a couple of
seconds after he did, Billy vomited explosively. Shit filled puke went
everywhere, all over the boy's body and all over the floor, filling the
room with a horrible stench. Thomas sighed again and fetched the hose; one
of the advantages of his basement dungeon with its concrete floors and the
drains he'd installed was that it was easy to clean. He turned the water on
full blast and began hosing the boy and the floor off. Billy cried out in
shock, the water was freezing cold and he hadn't been prepared for it. But
he was also able to take some of the water in his mouth and rinse a bit of
the shit out of it, giving himself a moment of relief from his ordeal. He
laid on the floor trying to settle his stomach and catch his breath.

"Toilets are supposed to keep their contents inside, what a mess you
made. Count yourself lucky that I already gave you my word and that I
didn't collect all that shit puke in a bucket and make you eat it for
breakfast tomorrow. You've got two minutes, and then by god I'm going to
finish taking this shit in your mouth. And if you vomit again I may just go
back on my word, so I'd suggest you work hard not to let that happen."

Billy tried to collect himself. His ordeal was almost over, he just had to
get through this last part. He wasn't sure he could keep himself from
vomiting again, his stomach was still cramping and making horrible gurgling
sounds. But he was going to try.

Thomas took a few more drags on his cigar while Billy caught his breath,
but was soon ready to finish what he started. "Ok toilet, it's time to
finish this. I'm going to feed you the rest of my shit now. And once I get
going this time, I'm not going to stop until I'm empty. You're getting all
of it. I suggest you chew and swallow a lot quicker than you have been, I
don't want to make more of a mess here. Open that mouth."

Once again, Billy found himself with his mouth open and attached to his
Sir's hairy hole, waiting for his Sir to take a crap in it. It didn't take
long before we felt the hole opening, before he began to feel the shit
pushing through it and entering his mouth, the wretched but now familiar
taste overpowering him. He went into autopilot mode, turned his brain off,
and just started chewing the big turd as soon as it slid in. His Sir egged
him on. "Oh yeah, that's it toilet. Eat that shit right as it drops out of
my ass. That's how you do it. It's all coming out boy, you're eating your
Sir's full dump now. Emptying my bowels right into your toilet mouth!"

The shit just kept coming, his Sir had more shit left in him than he had
thought. It was easily just as much as the first two rounds combined. Billy
powered through it, kept his desire to vomit at bay, and chewed up and
swallowed the shit as it poured into his mouth.

Finally, his Sir was done. Billy swallowed the last bite. He had
finished. He started crying again from the relief.

Thomas stood up and over the boy again, jerking his cock furiously right
over the boy's face. "Fuck yeah, boy. You did it. You ate all my shit!
You're a fucking shiteater now, boy! A real toilet. There's no going back
from this. You'll always have eaten shit. My shit! You ate all my shit! Now
eat this fucking nut too, boy. UHHHHH!" Thomas had one of the most intense
orgasms of his life, shooting rope after rope of sperm into his boy's mouth
where it mingled with the shit still coating the inside of it.

After he was spent, there was just one last thing to do. He plunged his
cock into his boy's shitty mouth. "Let me give you something to wash that
down with, toilet." Tears still running down Billy's face, Thomas unloaded
his bladder down the kid's throat, Billy gulping down every drop of his
piss like the urinal he had long been trained to be.

And then it was over. The deed having been done, Thomas' whole demeanor
shifted. It was time to take care of his boy now. He moved the rim seat and
helped Billy to his feet. The boy was nearly catatonic, lost in a whole
other world of degradation in his mind. Thomas guided the boy slowly up the
stairs, through his bedroom, and into his large master bathroom. He sat
Billy down on the toilet and disappeared for a few minutes, coming back
into the bathroom with a glass of water and a bottle of beer. "Here boy,
rinse your mouth out with this water to get the shit out of it, and then
take a few swigs of the beer to get rid of the taste." Billy obeyed
robotically while William got a hot shower started for them both. He put
Billy in first and used the clean out hose to wash the rest of the shit off
him, then stepped in with the boy and gently cleaned him off with a soapy
washcloth. After he scrubbed the boy down good, he dried him off and led
him over to the bed, then laid them both down facing each other.

They laid there in silence for a while, Thomas holding Billy close to him
and gently stroking his hair. He waited while his boy recovered and started
to come back to himself, and then spoke quietly.

"Boy, I am so very proud of you. I know how hard that was, how much you
suffered for me. But you did it, boy. It's over now. And you got through
it. And you're ok. I know you didn't like it, but you're ok."

Thomas paused and looked right into his boy's eyes. It was important he
absorbed this next part. "I hope that you understand that I had to do
that. You had to accept your place and what it takes to serve a man like
me. It's not easy, and you will be required to suffer more for me as long
as I own you. But I will also promise you this: I will never require you to
do that again. I will do many things to you that you will not enjoy, but I
will never make you eat my shit again."

Billy remained silent for another couple of minutes, processing everything
that had happened. Thomas was right, it had been hard and he had
suffered. But his Sir was also correct that he was ok now that it was
over. What's more, he felt the kind of strength one does after having
gotten to the other side of a terrible ordeal. As a service boy, he had a
bit of the pride that comes from having endured something awful to please
his Sir. If he could get through this, he could get through anything.

Billy smiled faintly and responded simply "Thank you, Sir."

Thomas returned his boy's smile. "Good boy! The best boy. Now. One last
thing. I need you to get on your knees beside my bed, boy." He saw the
hesitation in Billy's eyes and chuckled. "It's fine boy, nothing else bad
is going to happen to you tonight. Go on."

Thomas retrieved the collar and stood in front of his boy, beaming with
pride. "Boy, you have served me more completely than any boy ever has. I
would be honored for you to wear my permanent collar. Will you still accept
it?"

Billy didn't hesitate. No matter what had been done to him, he knew that
Thomas was the man he was born to serve. He felt tears forming in his eyes
again, but this time they were tears of joy. He smiled back up at his
Sir. "Yes Sir, I will. I want to be your boy. For always."

Thomas bent down, removed the training collar from the boy's neck, and
snapped his new permanent collar in place. Billy, overcome with emotion,
grabbed onto his Sir's legs and held them tightly. They stayed that for a
while, Sir and boy, basking in the moment of the start of their new
relationship.

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A week passed. A week in which Billy had many opportunities to think about
what had just transpired with his Sir. During this time he came to an
important realization about himself and their relationship. When he arrived
to serve his Sir again, he had a new sense of resolve.

After completing their usual greeting ritual and tasting his Sir's boots,
Billy remained on his knees, looking up at his Sir. He loved that view so
much, his Sir towering over him, looking powerful and in control, and
himself on his knees waiting to be directed. It felt so right. And that
feeling made it easier to say what he needed to say

"Sir, permission to speak and make a request?"

Thomas cocked an eyebrow, his boy didn't usually make requests, especially
at this point in a session. "Permission granted, boy."

Billy took a big breath. No going back now. "Sir, I'd like to request to be
allowed to eat your shit again."

Last week it had been Billy that was caught off guard and dumbfounded in
the dungeon; now it was Thomas' turn. He found himself momentarily unable
to reply to what he'd just heard. It had to be a mistake.

"Boy, I'm going to need you to repeat what you just said because it sounded
like you asked to eat my shit again and I know that can't be correct."

Billy grinned up at his Sir, enjoying a rare moment of catching him off
guard. "Sir, you heard correctly."

"Boy, I already promised you that you never had to do that again. What are
you playing at here? You don't have to try to impress me, you know. You've
already done that."

"I know, Sir. And I appreciate that. I know you're a man of your word. But,
I've had a lot of time to think about what happened last week. And I
realized some things."

"I won't pretend that eating your shit wasn't an awful experience for
me. It was. I hated every second of it. And there's a big part of me that
thinks I must be fucking crazy to ask for more. But Sir, I saw how happy it
made YOU. I saw how turned on you were, that crazy huge load you shot in my
mouth in the end. And as much as I hated what I had to go through to get
you there..." He trailed off for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. "Sir, submission isn't just
something I play at. And I know you know that. I know that what we do
together is very real for both of us. Submitting to you, suffering for your
pleasure, is what makes me happy. More than that, it makes me feel
complete. Like I'm fulfilling my purpose. And if eating your shit brings
you that much pleasure, then it's something I want to do for you. Because
that's who I am and who I want to be." The intensity shown in his face left
no doubt that his words came from the heart.

"And Sir, you were right. The limit was just inside my head. And I needed
to get over it. I'm grateful to you for helping me to realize that."

Thomas stood there processing his boy's words, momentarily unable to
respond. In all his years, he had never had a boy give so much of himself
in service. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. He finally spoke
quietly and gently. "Boy, you are a treasure. I will never understand what
I did to deserve you and such devoted service. But I am honored."

Thomas allowed them to bask in another moment of furthering their bond for
a bit, but soon that devilish grin returned to his face. "Boy, your request
is granted. And it must be your lucky day, because as it turns out I could
really go for emptying my bowels right about now. And I can't think of a
better way to do that than using that toilet mouth of yours. Hope you came
hungry, boy. Now go set up the rim seat and let's get this done."