Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 08:28:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Adam Markan <hipstersir@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Shit Servant - 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
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I'll tell this story from my perspective (Danny) and from Alex's.

My Shit Servant

It isn't easy being the kinkiest, wildest, most twisted person you know ?
especially at my young age. I'm only 22 and finding the kinds of guys I
like for the kinds of things I want to do is often challenging. Of course,
I try not to miss out on things either.

I'm not always into guys my age. They are usually so immature and almost
always are not into anything kinky. Well, definitely not most of the kinks
I like. I kinda like older guys, but most of the older guys I like are
usually committed or boring. When I find one who is kinky, he either is
just looking for a fling or is not attractive at all.

No one expects me to be like I am. I am a total, hardcore, Dominant guy. I
want to be in control, the Master, the Sir. I am not interested in being
someone's sub or slave. You serve me. Period. Ideally I own you.
Forever. I'm a skinny, lanky, pasty white boy. I'm only 5'7" and not much
more than 115 pounds. I will say it myself - I am pretty fucking cute. Guys
like me. I get laid a lot. Just in the vanilla way. I do have a secret
weapon though. I am fucking huge. Like mutant huge. My cock is over 10
inches long and is thicker than a can of Red Bull. I've got these really
nice low hanging balls too, each one close to golf ball size.

I spend a lot of time online exploring and satisfying my kinks. I can
usually find someone who will chat with me or phone with me. I love to find
a dude who will cam with me. It isn't as good as the real thing, but it is
fun to abuse a dude over cam and watch him do all this stuff to
himself. This is how I met Alex.

Alex hit me up in a chat room and we clicked. For more than a year we've
been chatting, phoning and camming. He's probably older than I would go
for, but he looks great and probably at least 7 years younger than the 45
he is. I want to be the one with the better body, so the fact that he's a
little soft in the middle and doesn't work out is fine with me. He's
actually kind of sexy. Taller than me, dark brown hair (with a little
gray!) and eyes, a smallish cock (it can't even be 5 inches hard) and an
ass that is fucking HUNGRY - I really like the full package. He is the
dirtiest, filthiest, raunchiest, most submissive pig I've talked to. He
loves it all, especially my favorite ? shit. He is such a toilet. He is
desperate to be a slave and be owned. I think he's willing to throw all of
his professional life away to become some subhuman cunt. I honestly wanted
him months before I found out he was fucking rich. If I didn't like him
before, that sold me.

I never really knew if his stories were real. When we were on cam, he was
pretty raunchy, but nothing like what he was telling me. I wasn't able to
imagine him getting so much raunch action and no one knew about it? And he
still had all this time to talk to me and others and work? It seemed
unlikely. Then one day he told me he had something to tell me. He was
crying and had trouble getting through it, but he told me he made up nearly
all of the stories. I told him it was OK. You know, that was what did it
for me. I had to meet him in person and see if he really was everything I
wanted - my property, my slave, my true shit servant.

We decided to meet and made actual plans. Once we did, I suddenly felt this
amazing feeling. It felt like everything was right. I felt in control.
Could this finally be everything I wanted? Could it really be happening?
Would he completely submit and become mine? Could I really do this after
all?

I drove to Philadelphia, where we decided we'd meet. He got us a room at
one of the best hotels in town. A suite. Pretty nice. Even if we don?t hit
it off in person, at least we'll be hanging out in luxury. He was very much
about our first meeting being in the room and private. I was a little
leery, but I guess it made sense. If we were to not like each other, no one
would be embarrassed in public. If we did hit it off, we could get it on
right away.

I grabbed the key he left for me at the front desk and went to the
room. Honestly, I was a little nervous. I really didn't know what to do. I
even thought of just leaving. I stood at the door for close to 20 minutes,
then it hit me. This sub faggot pig was on the other side of the door. He
was most likely ready to completely submit to me. He wanted to let me take
control of him. I would end up with a slave and a toilet and probably even
more. The feeling of power came over me. I felt dominant. I was everything
this slut wanted and he was going to worship me. I would own him. He would
be mine. I put the key in the door and walked in. There he was, just
sitting there in a chair.

I slowly walked in and found a spot to put my stuff down. I brought clothes
and stuff, but also some toys and stuff, just in case. I stopped sort of in
the middle of the room. He finally stood up and walked toward me. I could
tell he was nervous. I no longer was. I was very much in control. I decided
that saying nothing made him even more nervous. I needed to fuck with
him. He stopped about 2 feet in front of me and I checked him out. I liked
what I saw. He was pretty damn good looking actually. I'd say more than 20
minutes have passed. All of this quiet and stillness was building a lot of
tension, mainly for him. I was calm. I loved what was happening. He was
breaking down right in front of me. It wasn't obvious, but I knew it was
happening. I finally smiled at him and he gave me back this awkward,
uncomfortable smile. He was a fucking wreck. I loved what I was doing to
him. I took a pretty aggressive step forward and grabbed him by the head
and pulled him in for a kiss. As I kissed him deep and hard, I could feel
him going limp. It was like I was sucking every bit of his existence out of
him. I eased up a bit and started to get more passionate in my kiss. He was
a damned good kisser! After about 5 minutes of this, I pulled away and
looked right into his eyes. I could see him become something different,
something he knew he wanted to be but was afraid to be. I could see the
weight lifting off of him and he was changed right then and there.

Even though I knew what was happening, I didn't expect what happened
next. He just dropped to his knees and bowed in front of me. You know like
subjects bow before a king or something. He put his hands on my feet and I
heard this deep breath come from him. The he looked up at me, right into my
eyes and said with absolute clarity - "I am your toilet and your slave, how
can I serve you my Shit Lord?"

Well fuck yeah! It was all I could do to not say something cocky or stupid
even. I was fucking pumped. He just declared himself to me. Could this be
for real or better yet, permanent? Would he still fell this way in a day or
even a few hours or worse yet, would he suddenly feel different once he
came? I felt more amazing than I had ever felt before. Of course all of
this caused me to forget something. During the drive over, I drank a ton of
soda and water. I held my piss for hours and I was about to burst. I sort
of did that intentionally, just like the shit that I was holding from this
morning. But I didn't want to break the moment just to go to the bathroom.

I decided I should start the process right here and now. I slowly
unbuttoned my jeans. I didn't bother with underwear, I kinda hate clothes
and underwear in general. My quickly growing cock flopped out and nearly
hit him in the face. The look in his eyes told me everything I needed and
wanted to know. I just let loose a wicked, powerful piss. I moved my cock
all over him to get him good and drenched. His hair, his face, his body,
all of him. He was getting a monumental piss from me. He just sighed in
delight as I drenched him with hot, sorta rank piss. After I was done, I
stood back, almost lightheaded from letting that go. I think I even had
some more to go, but I held it. And it was really tough to keep the shit I
had brewing inside of me. I looked him over, so pathetic, this fully
clothed man drenched in my boy piss and kneeling in a puddle of it. I
realized that I had better capture all of this. I love to have pics and
vids of my session. I pulled the iPhone out and snapped a few pics. He
didn't even flinch. Dude, this guy was done. He was no longer the same man
who walked into that hotel room.

Hoping that things would go well, I brought along a collar. If we was to be
mine, I was going to claim him and make sure he - and everyone else - knew
he was was owned. I went over to my bag and grabbed the collar and a
padlock. I leaned down and kissed him on the head as I placed the collar
around his neck and then secured the lock. I finally said my first words to
him. "You?re mine now." And fuck it if that wasn't the truest thing I ever
said.

He bowed again and said "thank you My Lord." I liked that, "My Lord". It
had a nice ring to it. I just let him stay in that position for a while,
again employing some mind games with him. I was thinking he probably would
want out of those wet clothes. But decided he should suffer a little more
in them. That's assuming he considered it suffering. It had to at least be
uncomfortable, but fuck that. He's a fucking slave. Despite the shit I
needed to take, I needed some rest more. I really didn't want to get into
any shit play unless I had a nap. I felt confident I could hold it a bit
longer. You know how that goes, there comes a point that the pressure
subsides a bit, mainly because I slowly let a little gas out. The smell
told me it was going to be a good one. I hated being clothed so long so I
got out of my clothes. He was in awe of his new Master, it was clear. Ugh,
I'll nap in a bit. I needed to get some worship. I needed to give him a
little bit of release too. I'm not a total dick.

"OK faggot, worship me. I want it from my feet to my head," I barked. "Do
it quickly, but don't miss a spot and don't rush. Tell me all along how
fucking amazing I am." "Tell me how lucky you are to be here doing this and
call me Master every time." Given his orders, he got right to it. Starting
with my feet, he licked, kissed and caressed every inch of my body. "Ooooh,
you are so amazing Master," he moaned. "I am so lucky that you graced me
with this privilege Master," he said breathlessly as he worked his way up
my body. I was in ecstasy. Fucking amazing. No one had ever worshipped me
like this before. He meant it. "You are so perfect Master. The most perfect
God that exists Master." Wow.

He did what most guys would do and tried to get my cock in his mouth. "Oh
no cunt, you don?t get that yet. Maybe I will let you have some later," I
said with a bit of attitude. He finally made it up to my neck and that was
enough for now. He was standing right in in front of me. Hmmm, my slave
should not be standing erect, I thought, at least not now, I thought. I
grabbed the back of his head and yanked him away from me with force. I
clearly startled him. "Open your fucking mouth faggot!" Of course he did
and I whipped up the best gob of spit I could and shot it right into it. I
did this as many times as I could muster it up. I went in for another rough
kiss and then threw him to the ground. I really threw him down hard. It
even surprised me. I definitely surprised him. I caught my composure (even
for me I was going places I didn't know I could go) and barked at him
again. "You don't fucking ever stand up in my presence unless given
permission first, got it faggot?" "Yes Master" he said with no hesitation
or reservation.

It was time for him to get naked and for me to see my property. I ordered
him to strip and then get on all fours. This is where it is clear that he
isn?t from the perfect body store. He wasn't fat, but this dude had never
set foot in a gym. It's OK, It made me feel more superior. Hmmm, now what?
I needed a nap, but what to do with him? I wandered into the bedroom. Damn
this fucking suite was nice. Too bad we were going to trash it. I laid down
on the bed and let my feet hang over the edge a little. He was just waiting
in the other room. Naked. On his hands and knees. Fucking pathetic bitch. I
love it. He's damned obedient. I like that. This is going to be good. I
like my feet worshipped, so I yelled for him to crawl in. I told him to
worship my feet with only his mouth and his tongue. I figured making him
stay on all fours would be pretty uncomfortable after a while and I wanted
him to fell that. I napped for about an hour with him just working at my
feet the whole time. Ahhhh, this is fucking perfect.

I woke up and just leaned up a bit and watched him go. He was totally into
it. His eyes were closed and he was just going to fucking town on me. I
grabbed the camera and took some more pictures and a little bit of video. I
really needed to shit. It was not going to wait anymore. I ordered him to
the bathroom and told him to lay on the floor on his back with his hands at
his sides. I had no idea if this would be possible since I hadn't seen it,
but I figured the suite was so huge, the bathroom had to be huge too. I
held on as long as I could, easily another 10 minutes. I wanted him to
wonder what was going to happen next. I really can?t wait to get into some
serious mind fucking with him.

I walked in and just stood over him. The bathroom was in fact big
enough. Shit, I could have had three dudes laying on the floor in
there. (Hmmm, there's an idea - OK, never mind, back to the task at hand.)
I kneeled over him and placed my cock just above his face. I reached down
with both hands and stuck them into his mouth and pulled it open wide. That
last bit of piss was ready, the pre-shit piss. "Drink this piss up faggot
and don't lose a drop or I will slap the fuck out of you." I just let the
piss flow. It wasn't as fierce as before, but it was steady. He seemed to
have some trouble swallowing it all and some of it drooled out of his
mouth. I said I was going to slap him, but I kinda didn't expect to. Oh
well, this is how it is going to be. I am the fucking Master, he is the
piece of shit sub, and punishment comes with the territory.

I nodded my head back and forth and expressed my disappointment. I had
never really been this rough before - like the throwing down I did earlier
and now this - but I seemed to have it in me. I just slapped him on the
right side of his face as hard as I could. It obviously hurt him. He seemed
sorta shocked, maybe even scared at this point. I was a little unsure too
but I couldn't let my guard down. I went for the left side as hard as I did
the right. I just kept at it probably 6 or 7 times. He was wincing and
crying. I could feel his body tense up under me as I slapped him. His head
hit the hard floor each time. While I was slapping him I shouted at him
"DON'T FUCKING EVER WASTE MY PISS AGAIN, CUNT BOY!!!" Through his obvious
pain and tears, he took a deep breath and said clearly, "YES MASTER!" If I
keep this up, I will knock teeth out or something. I caught a hold of
myself. I didn't want to do damage to him on the fist day.

God damn it, I had to shit. I could feel it just ready to burst out of
me. I couldn't even tell if it was a hard or soft one, I was so numb down
there. "So, cunt, let's see what you can do now. Hungry?" He just whispered
his affirmation and opened his mouth. He knew what was coming. I turned
around so I could get the best squat over his face. I demanded that he lick
my ass as deep as he could, knowing that the shit was right there and
ready. As if he were waiting for this moment (he probably was), he went
right to town on my hole. I blew a nice fart on his face and heard him
breathe it in. Then the turd poked out and he just kept licking. Damn, this
was not only a hard shit, but a big one. It hurt my asshole as I began to
force it out.

As it came out, he just licked and sucked that shit like it was the last
thing he would ever do. That first bit just fell off into his mouth and he
chewed it up and swallowed it like he was starving. I turned around and
smiled approvingly at him. I wanted to see this monster so I moved just
above his chest. I let the rest of it out. It seemed to come out of me for
an eternity! That fucking log was huge. It must have been a foot long and
was like shitting out a soda can. Fuck. There it was, this amazing log of
shit just perfectly on top of his chest. A work of fucking art. I glided
back to his mouth and demanded that her clean my ass. The rimming also made
my hole feel better after that thing almost split me open. Damn he was so
good at eating ass. How did I find such a perfect slave?

My legs were cramping up, so I stood up. I turned and looked at him lying
there with this mountain of shit on him. Fucking hot as fuck
man. Awesome. I went for the camera and took some more pictures of his shit
stained face and his shit covered chest. Fucking beautiful. I got back on
the floor next to him and just looked at him and smiled. Not only did I
have this feeling of power, I was also feeling something more. This hot
fucking pig was all mine. Fuck, all MINE.

I went in for a kiss. This time more passionately. I wanted him to know
there was going to be more to this relationship than just abuse. We did
that for a few minutes. I pulled away and just looked into his eyes and
said, "can you show your Shit Lord what a good shit eater you are?" He
sighed that kind of contented sigh that we make when everything is right
and said with a sense of confidence in his voice, "oh yes Master."

I had to grab this thing so I picked the log up and just held it. It was
pretty solid. Fuck. Like a rock. I have no idea how the fuck that
happened. Still, I didn't want to hold on to it too long. For one, I might
just start chomping on it and even a solid log will break up in your hands
sooner or later. I held it over his face and watched as he took a deep
whiff of it. He stared at it with such anticipation. I told him to kiss
it. I told him to worship it a little as this is how life was going to be
from now on. He was gong to be a shit eating faggot forever. I told him to
open his mouth and I slid the log into it and told him to suck it like he
was going to suck my cock later. I picked a piece off. Maybe about a 2 inch
bit. I put the rest of it back onto his chest. There must have been 10 more
inches of it. I took the piece in my hands and smelled it and then I just
forced it into his open, waiting mouth. I let him lay there with it just
like that for a few minutes and then told him to begin chewing, nice and
slow and with his mouth open. I snapped some pictures and got a little
video. He swallowed it and just opened his mouth for more.

I picked the log off of him and had him sit up. I handed the log to him and
told him to eat it. All of it. Nice and slowly so I could savor it. Of
course I took some more pictures and video. But I also just sat there,
watching in amazement and pride as he slowly sucked that log. Each bite was
a little sucking and then biting a bit off and this deliberate chewing. He
wanted to taste it. He often closed his eyes and I could tell this was like
the most satisfying thing to him. He worshipped the shit as he ate it. Some
of it would fall into his lap and after he finished what was in his hands,
he went back for that. Once the log was gone, he licked his chops to get it
all. Then he licked his hands clean. He wasn't going to waste a bit of
it. This dude LOVES him some shit. Fuck yeah. Fuck, fuck yeah.

I was totally blown away at how fucking hot that was. I leaned in again for
another kiss. It was another deep passionate kiss. I was gently holding and
caressing his head and I gave him permission to do the same to me. I could
taste the shit in his mouth and feel the true passion that was flowing
between us. God damn. We easily did that for 10 or 15 minutes nonstop. Wow,
was it possible to love your slave? When we stopped kissing, I whispered to
him, with my face as close to his as possible, "that was so fucking
perfect. You did that like a pro, you really loved it. Fucking awesome. I
can't wait to see you do that every time I shit. Every time." He quietly
moaned, "yes my Shit Lord, I will eat every shit you take forever and
ever."

I now needed to really get it on. I stood up, grabbed him by his collar and
dragged him into the bedroom. I threw him onto the bed and climbed on top
of him and fucked him senseless with my monster cock. Obviously he needed
to shit at some point too since his ass was pretty full and messy. I love
to fuck a dirty ass. I would pound at him and then pull out, and pull his
head to my cock and make him suck it clean. A few times I even dug my face
in and got some shit for myself. Oh yea, I like to eat it too. I just kept
getting more and more into it and wanted to use him harder and harder. So I
lubed my hands and arms up and fisted the fuck out of him. I used his
fucking ass so hard, with no mercy. He just took it like the cunt that he
is. I got shit all over my arms and threw some of it on him, smeared some
of it on me and fed it to him and even ate some. I blew a fucking awesome
huge load of cum on his face and just collapsed on top of him. We just laid
there all filthy and fell asleep. It wasn't long before we woke up and went
at it again. I had lots of plans for him this weekend.

We didn't leave that room for a minute. We had room service bring up food
for me - Alex was eating nothing but shit - as well as beers for both of
us. We told the maids to just stay away. There was not going to be anything
that would get in the way of the constant use and abuse he was going to
get. I even puked on him when I was fucking him. Another thing that he just
loved. I puked onto his face while he had his mouth open and I made him
puke on me so he could clean it off me. I must have cum a dozen times in
those three days. I never let him cum at all. This little cunt was my
toilet and my slut all weekend. I did as much as I could get away with in a
hotel room. I brought a bunch of dildos, rope, clothespins, paddles,
floggers and other stuff to use on him. He ate it up. We had a few
`moments' too. It was the best fucking time I have ever had with
anyone. How fucking amazing, I found the perfect shit servant and
slave. This dude was made for me. I wanted him as fast as possible to get
the fuck away from his loser life and get to what he was born to do - serve
me.

On Sunday we finally got ourselves cleaned up so we could finally go out in
public. Alex left a wad of cash for the hotel staff. We trashed the fuck
out of that room. Well at least the bedroom and bathroom. They were going
to need a hazmat team to clean it up. We didn't even check out, we just
slipped out one of the back doors. He wasn't concerned with how much they
were going to charge him. Off to dinner we went.

He took me to a fucking awesome fancy steakhouse and bought me the most
expensive dinner I've ever had. I had forgotten about this other benefit,
the fucker was rich. Not only was I getting this fucking perfect subhuman
slave, not only was I also really into him (really, really into him), but I
was set for life. No work, no money worries, nothing to distract me from
the life I want. This dinner was one of the few times we stepped out of our
roles. Another Dom told me that this had a place in these D/s
relationships. Rarely, but it did happen. Mainly when something really
important comes up like money or health matters. We set everything up for
him to move to New York City. It took a couple of months, but eventually it
all came together. He bought this fucking crazy loft in Brooklyn. We were
on the top floor of this 8 story warehouse and had the whole floor. We had
it built out for us to have a ton of play space and some nicer living
space. We wanted something the `public' would be able to see without
totally giving away our real life.

The most intense thing was when we talked about ownership. He just quietly
moved away from his home. He had a friend he trusted take care of his
possessions and get them stored. He moved all of his money to a place in
New York. The few things he did bring to New York were given to me. He
signed over EVERYTHING to me. He didn't keep anything for himself. Not a
fucking thing. He even had the loft put into my name. He basically went off
the grid - permanently. I fucking OWNED a human being, a real fucking
slave. I FUCKING OWNED HIM. Holy shit. I kept up some appearances so I
didn't get people to curious, so I kept my job at the boys school I work
at. It wasn't tough work and there were hot boys to look at (and
occasionally take home.)

My new life is incredible. This guy gave up everything, including his name,
to be my property. I had this servant there for my every need. EVERY
need. There were no limits to this situation. I refer to him as my toilet,
my faggot or cunt. He isn't human anymore for the most part, so why worry
about a name? I did some research and learned about the least amount of
food a person needed and what vitamins a person needed to live and stay
healthy. I only wanted him to eat shit and drink piss, but I still needed
to keep him alive (for now). I use and abuse him at will. I also take some
time to show him how much I do love him. I know how much he loves me. It's
weird sometimes, but it is very real. I love that I get bathed, cooked for,
fed, massaged - shit, he even clips my toenails. He literally does
everything. He cleans the house too! But the real fun is the rest. He is
the most twisted fucking perv ever (aside from me, I guess!) and I love
that. I can?t wait to push every limit. How much more perfect can things
get?

I look forward to telling some more stories of my adventures with my shit
servant. 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.