Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 13:51:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Adam Markan Subject: My Shit Lord - Chapter 1 Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. All characters are made up and any similarity to anyone dead or alive is coincidental. This is a raunch story with scat, puke and a Master/slave relationship - if that offends you, please discontinue reading. If it is illegal for you to read such material, you have been warned. I condone the acts in my stories as between consenting adults. If you like this story, you can contact me at hipstersir@yahoo.com. Suggestions are always welcomed but they are just that - suggestions. I'll tell this story from my perspective (Alex) and from Danny's. My Shit Lord For years, as long as I can remember, I have always fantasized about being a slave. I've had my share of D/s or M/s experiences, but never anything long term. As someone who is well known in his community, it would be difficult to pursue being owned in reality, but I truly desire it and feel like it is my true calling. I'm in my mid 40's now and sometimes feel like the time has passed for me to ever become owned. How could I just disappear? What would people think? Would anyone find out? Should I care? My other challenge is my desire for very young men to be my Master. Not many 18-25 year olds are experienced in the ownership of a slave, let alone interested in someone my age (there were plenty of guys older than me, but that just wasn't what I was into). I'm a pretty good looking guy. I can usually get anyone I?m interested in. I've kept in decent shape and I can keep up with the best of them. One day, just around the time that I really considered giving up my desire and just going about my life, an opportunity presented itself. These types of situations had come up before. Most of the time they were one-offs or didn't work out. There were also lots of regulars, online chat buddies, cam buddies and so on, but nothing truly real and certainly nothing full time. This time seemed to be different. I really never thought that I would find myself in this situation. As much as I desired it, I was unsure if I could really pull off 24/7 service. But then there was Danny. I've actually `known' Danny for a while. It was harmless enough in the beginning. I met Danny online over a year ago and we traded shit stories and other sexual conversations. He was a stunning 22 year old in the NYC area. I mean, he was about as perfect as they come. He was a small dude ? only about 5'7", and he was pretty slim. Perfect as far as I was concerned. He had medium brown hair and green eyes. He had the perfect smile. Every part of him was beautiful from his face, to his ass to his feet and hands to his huge cock. It was a cock that almost didn't look like it belonged to him. It was a little over 10" long and about as thick as a Red Bull can. I imagined myself riding it quite often. He was a sweet as can be, but had a very dark, maybe even sadistic side. He was a total Dom. Best of all, he seemed to truly enjoy talking, online chatting and camming with me. He clearly had no issues with my age. He appreciated the slight gray in my dark brown hair. He didn't mind that I didn't have the body of Adonis and he found my barely 5 inch cock sexy. I think he genuinely liked me as much as I did him. Our conversations became more and more intense as time went by. At first, I made up shit stories to tell him, since my shit experience was pretty basic. I shared other fantasy stories with him as well. Some real, some imagined. I wondered if he did the same. After all, he was only 22, how much experience could he have had? Despite several trips to NY for business, I never got the chance to meet him in person. I had hoped it would happen some day, but never knew if or when. Maybe this would always be just a long distance thing. One day, I felt compelled to tell him the truth - the truth that I was making up a lot of my stories. I knew it might be a risk, that he might be offended or get mad and stop talking to me, but I felt it was the thing to do. Apparently it was just the thing. He was almost relieved. He told me that he thought he could never measure up to the experiences I has and that he was always a little disappointed that he couldn't be the one to do those things with me first. I was incredibly relieved. So, it was then that we decided we had to meet and see what would happen. This idea of being owned, being a slave - not just a slave, but a toilet slave - was all feeling strangely comfortable to me, but also a little weird. Could I completely give myself over to someone? Could I fulfill my promise to be a toilet? A huge part of me wanted to just disappear so badly, yet part of me thought I couldn't go through with it. I fantasized about Danny every day. I couldn't wait to chat with him each day and tell him how much I wanted to serve him. He had become an obsession. Not in some crazy stalker kind of way, but I still knew I wanted to see if I could submit to him - and if he could truly take full control of me. I decided to finally go through with it. I needed to see him and find out if this was going to work. I knew I'd likely enjoy his company no matter what happened, but I wanted to be his slave, his toilet. I was yearning for it. I made arrangements for him to meet me in Philadelphia and booked my flight for the upcoming weekend. I booked us a suite in a swanky downtown hotel. (As someone who has done well financially, I figured I might as well splurge and show him what else I had to offer.) Either way, Philly is a fun town should the whole slave/toilet thing not work out. As sat on the plane, I was nervous, I had experience with shit, but nothing like the chats we shared. I ate my own form time to time and had a few feeders that I knew, but it was all pretty basic as far as scat play goes. I had lots of other kinks as well. Pretty much no limits for me - almost. I was worried he would be disappointed in me - my looks, my body, my experience, anything. Somehow, I knew it would all work out the way it was supposed to when I finally saw him. I would know immediately if we were to be together somehow or if we'd just be friends. I suggested we meet at the hotel. I wanted our first sight of each other to be private. No matter how it was going to go, I wanted this to be just him and me. I left him a key at the front desk and went to the suite and waited. I was practically shaking. I was sitting nervously on a chair when I heard the key card thingy make noise as if someone was coming in. The door opened and in he walked. He was every bit as stunning in person, just as I thought he would be. He walked in and put his bags down. We said nothing to each other. I stood up and walked closer to him. We just stood there quietly, and looked each other over. He smiled and I smiled back. Then he came right up to me and kissed me. I melted. The most amazing feeling came over me, like nothing I had ever felt before. He pulled away for a moment and looked right into my eyes. Without even thinking, I went down to my knees and bowed before him. Again, as if I were programmed to do so, I looked up at him and said "I am your toilet and your slave, how can I serve you my Shit Lord?" He didn't say a word and just patted me on the head. I was worried now that I had gone too far too soon, but ultimately I felt so right at that moment. Everything in my mind immediately went away and only he occupied it. He slowly opened the buttons on his jeans and pulled out his massive cock. It was quickly growing hard. I just knelt there staring at it and then he began to let out a stream of piss. It was a hot, steamy, rank piss that came out with force, as if he had been holding it for a while. He showered me with his golden nectar for what seemed like forever. After he finished, I was soaking wet with piss. My hair, my face, my clothes, all drenched. He stepped back to admire his work, then pulled out his phone and snapped several pictures. Still saying nothing, he went to one of his bags and pulled out a collar. He placed it around my neck and said "you?re mine now." I bowed down before him and said "thank you My Lord" and waited to be told what to do next. He took off all of his clothes and stood before me. "OK faggot, worship me from head to toe." "Be sure to tell me how amazing I am while you do it." I began the worshipping at his feet and licked and kissed him all over his body, telling him all along how amazing and beautiful he was. When I tried to put his cock in my mouth, he pulled back and told me I needed to wait for that. Once I got to his neck, he took the back of my head and pulled it back. He looked at me and demanded that I open my mouth. He then spit right into it, several times. The he kissed me again. We made out for a few minutes until he pushed me down to the ground pretty roughly. "There will be no more standing up for you unless I give you permission, got it?" "Yes Master," I uttered. He ordered me to strip naked and get on all fours. I did so right away. He then said that he was very tired from his drive and needed to rest. He went and laid on the bed in the other room. I waited for him to order me to follow. He made me wait a while until he finally called for me. His feet were hanging at the edge of the bed. He ordered me to worship them while he napped. I had to stay on all fours and only use my mouth. For the next hour, I focused on his feet and nothing else. Once he woke up, he watched me for a bit and seemed to appreciate my foot worshipping. He took some more pictures and then ordered me to the bathroom and demanded I lay on my back once I got there. He made me wait for a while again. This seemed to be a part of his control - the little mind games. He walked in and stood over me. He then slowly lowered himself to my face and stuck his hand in my mouth and pulled it open. He dangled his cock right over it and said "don?t miss a drop, or I will beat you" and began to piss again. Not quite as forceful as before, but still pretty fast. I did my best to swallow it up, but every time I tried to swallow I would lose some. Ugh, I knew I could do this, but somehow was having trouble. When he was done pissing, he said he was disappointed and expected better. He then slapped my face as hard as he could. First the right side, then the left he continued over and over. It made me wince and feel like crying. He shouted at me, "YOU WILL NEVER WASTE MY PISS AGAIN, RIGHT CUNT?" It was all I could do to say "YES MASTER!!" in between slaps. "Now lets see how you do with this", he said as he turned around. "I've been holding this all day, I'll bet it is going to be a lot. You'd better be able to handle it!" As he squat over me, put his asshole right over my face and told me to lick his ass as deep as I can. It smelled all rank and dirty. I shoved my tongue in deep and I could feel and taste the shit that he had for me. He let out a little gas while I was rimming him, then a turd began to poke itself out. I licked and sucked at the turd until it came loose and was in my mouth. I chewed it up and he looked back at me approvingly. I swallowed the shit in my mouth. He pulled up a little and moved above my chest. Then, with a bit of a groan, he let his turd loose on me. It was huge, hard and beautiful. I was so turned on as it slid out of his ass onto my chest. It must have been 11 or 12 inches long and was thick and solid. When it was all out, it landed on me with a thud; it was so thick and hard. He eased his ass back over my face and ordered me to lick his ass clean. He stood up and looked back at his work. He grabbed his camera and took some more pictures and then knelt by my side. He looked at me and our eyes met and we both smiled at each other. I knew then I would become his slave, his toilet, the property that he could do with whatever he pleased. This was my fate. I was born to serve him. He leaned down and kissed me. We did that for a while, all the time I could smell his log, still sitting on my chest. He pulled back, looked at me and whispered, "now show me what a good shit eater you are." I said, "yes Master, My Shit Lord." He picked up the turd from my chest with both hands and waved it over my face. He pressed the end of it to my lips and told me to kiss it. He then told me to worship it as the shit-eating faggot that I am, that this was going to be my life from now on. He slid the turd into my mouth and told me to suck it like I would his cock. It felt so amazing to be under him and having him feed me like this. He pulled the turd from my mouth and then broke some of it into his hands. He shoved the shit on his hands into my mouth and told me to chew with my mouth open so he could watch. I eventually swallowed it. The he handed me the log and told me to eat it all. He took pictures and video as I did. Once I was done with it, he leaned in and kissed me deeply. "That was perfect. I can't wait for you to do that every time I shit." "Yes My Shit Lord, I will eat every shit you ever take again." We would now move back to the bedroom where we would get pretty wild. He fucked my full, dirty ass and made me lick his cock clean. Eventually he would fist me and he would pull shit out and rub on himself or me and feed it to me. Then he'd go back for more. He would use my ass for hours. We never left the hotel room all weekend. We made the maids stay away and let the room get really rank. The sheets became filthy with our shit, piss, cum and vomit from the whole weekend. I ate nothing but whatever came out of his and my bodies. I was a total toilet for 3 days. He was my Shit Lord, my Master. I was easily and quickly becoming his. There would be no turning back, no more of my old life. I had become what I never thought I would be - a human toilet and slave. I was happier than I had ever felt in my life. This is what I was meant for. After the weekend was over, we cleaned ourselves up and went out to a nice dinner together. (I also left a hefty amount of cash for the poor maids who would have to clean this room. Clearly I would never be welcome at this hotel again!) It was at this dinner that we made arrangements for me to move to NY. Being of more means than him, I bought us a loft and set up up with everything we needed. I left almost all of my possessions in a storage unit back home and signed over all of my accounts, investments and property over to Danny. He officially owned me. I just quietly left town and told no one where I was going. I just left mysteriously. I began my life of service to Danny, my Shit Lord. I am no longer referred to by my real name, I am now toilet, cunt or faggot; depending on Danny's mood. I am now on a pretty strict shit and piss diet. We did some research an learned the minimum about of food someone need for survival and we added some vitamins to keep me healthy. I am physically used and sometimes abused by Danny every day. I wait on him hand and foot - feeding him, bathing him, cleaning for him, making him feel good - He is my God, the only reason for me to exist. I worship Him. I do everything for Him and would do anything for Him. Danny is good to me, He loves me as much as I love Him. For the first few months, we found a routine and made a life together. I love my new life and would never go back. I hope to serve Danny forever. And when He is done with me, I know He will eliminate me in a way that I will love and He will enjoy. After Danny, I can serve no other and I have no reason to exist beyond serving Him. I look forward to telling some more stories of my adventures with my Shit Lord. With the intro and set up done, the stories will become more graphic and wild, though I will still occasionally share details too to keep the stories going.