Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2010 20:32:45 +0000 From: Tom Smith Subject: Weekend Toilet Service (watersports, scat) Mater Joe?s Ad was located on a Master/slave web site, it was simple and to the point: Wanted complete toilet fags for weekend events. Master is white 56, 6ft2, 190, shaven head, 8.5 cut with low hangers. Fag will service all toilet needs of the men at the event. Starts Friday and runs till sometime Sunday afternoon. Rules are rather simple: fag eats whatever is presented to it; no questions: no conservation: just obey period! I saw this ad and it was a complete turn on for me. My name is Tom and I am 45; white, 6ft1, 205 pounds, smooth body with dark hair/dark eyes. I sent the email to Master Joe requesting to be used as a toilet for the weekend events. In his response he makes it very clear what would be happening and what my role was for the weekend events. Master Joe email states: it will be a shit/piss fag for the event. Men will have full access to feed you whatever they desire and in whatever manner they chose to do it. You will not be allowed to speak or ask any questions: toilet cannot talk and neither will you. You will remain nude the entire time and are expected to be clean shaven from your chin to your toes. If any hair is found on you the hair will be pulled out with twisters and you will be beaten. Arrive at the address provided at 8:30 Friday night, enter at the side of the building and strip, present yourself to the person that greets you as the shit toilet. You will be inspected for any hair then told where to report for toilet services. After the inspection you are to speak no more, unless to say thank you Sir for a feeding. Understand shit fag! I arrive at the building at 8:30, knock at the door. The man that opens the door appears to be in his mid 30?s, white, 6ft, with a medium build. He barks enter and shuts the door. I tell him I am the shit fag as I start to strip. He laughs, says damn I sure hope you have an empty belly. Once I am nude I stand for his inspection, he looks me over, then I am told to bend over and he checks to see if I have any hair up in my ass hole. He goes what in the hell do we have here, shit ass, what did you not understand about the instructions. He yells, NO fucking hair understands. He reaches for the twisters and starts the process of pulling out each and every hair he finds. Ouch, ouch, I start to whimper and he just laughs at me. Once the hairs are removed from my ass crack, I feel a paddle slap my ass, wrack, wrack, damn shit fag count as I smack that ass. You get a swat to that fucking ass for each hair I found. One Sir, Two Sir, Three Sir, Four Sir, Five Sir, the spanking continues forever it seems. Then he says, stand at attention and spread your legs, then he swings the paddle directly at my balls and lands a direct hit, I fall to the floor screaming in pain. He just cheers and kicks my side again and again and says shit fag, better follow the rules better next time. Crawl on down that hall and wait for more instructions. I hear a voice call out to me; get over here shit fag to its toilet station. The man standing there reminds me that I have but one purpose this weekend and there would be no questions. He looks me directly in the face and says to OINK if I understand. I OINK as he spits in my face, Good shit ass fag. I am told that the weekend event will have another toilet and I was voted as the sub toilet for the entire weekend. I guess the man sees the question in my eyes and explains what that means. He says, here is how it works shit fag, you eat every ones shit including the other fags shit loads or whatever it cannot handle. You are at the bottom of the shit; you are the lowest fag for the weekend. I notice around the room are a number of different toilet stations with all sorts of devices/looks/shapes. I see some look like the old fashion outhouses, other are just urinals and others are toilet seats with an open area under the seat, then I notice a bench with different holes. This starts my mind to really wondering what I had got myself in to: damn this is going to get very intense and they seem to be serious about the shit eating. This will sure expand my simple experiences of eating a guy?s shit load a few times in my pass. I feel my cock start to swell up as my mind thinks about the how the guys are making dinner for me. Homemade meals, all for me. Good to the last bite! It is about this time that I hear someone call out a hello there Joe; Looks like you have everything in place Sir for the weekend activities. True, Bob, I got good responds from the other 4 guys and we should have some good toilets in place. You think that Steve will get as wild as usual, hell Yes..maybe more so. That Steve does have nasty perverted side to him. He sure as hell was demanding of that last toilet, this one better be ready! They both laugh and walk over in my direction. Bob says, Joe this is the bottom shit fag, yep that it is, looks like it can handle a hell of a lot of shit, should we give it a small teat now, sure what the hell. The other guys should be here shortly and the other toilet is busy getting the frozen shit ready for the later events. Just then I see Master Joe bark Open Toilet, he places his cock in my mouth and pisses and pisses a bitter, strong, smelly piss load in to my open mouth. Bob goes good job Sir, then he unzips and pisses in my mouth and also the urinal beside me. Need to get that urinal ready for the later feedings. Then Joe hollers out to the other toilet, shit ass you got that shit ready for the urinal ready yet. Yes, Sir I am just about ready. Good bitch, get it on out here and in the urinal the toilet here seems rather hungry. Just then I hear others enter the room. I look up and see 2 are rather large black men, one looks Latino and the other is a redneck country guy that is in boots that are filthy. The guys with the boots makes a bee line for me, stands in front of me and says: Clean my boots Now, then he spits chewing tobacco on the floor, clean that shit up toilet as a kick hits my side. To be continued Any and all comments are welcome slavepics@hotmail.com