Date: Sat, 23 May 2015 19:20:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Adam Markan <hipstersir@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Shit Servant - Chapter 2

My Shit Servant _ Chapter 2

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
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Sorry it has taken so long for a second chapter. I'll continue this story
from my perspective (Danny) and from Alex's.


My Life as a Shit Lord


I'm still in awe of where my life has gone in the last year. Meeting Alex
has been the most amazing things to ever happen to me. After a few months
of wrangling, he finally made it here for good. Now here we are six months
later and I couldn't imagine anything more awesome than it is now. Fuck.

He trashed his entire life. Every fucking bit of it. He made himself just
disappear. He made himself my property. He fucking gave up everything and
gave it all to me. How the fuck did I get so lucky? I mean, I was always
committed to this, but I had nothing to lose Ð only lots to gain. He
turned his back on money, friends, family, job, and security, all to be
this little punk's fucking toilet. It makes me hard thinking about it every
time.  It is fucking awesome.

I love that I now have this property that is all mine. He is nothing more
than property. I took away his name and his identity. I took away his
freedom. I took away any reason he had to live except for one Ð to serve
me. I have more money than I've ever imagined. I have boys at my beck and
call. I have everything a dude could want. And I own a person.  Well, what
used to be a person. You really can't call him human anymore. He's nothing,
really. OK, he's something. I do love him.

My new life is amazing. Unbelievable. I'm learning each day what I am
too. I am even more of a Master, a Dom, a Lord than I thought. Sometimes I
am even surprised at what comes out of me. At what I do or say. Fuck
yeah. I am fucking awesome. AWE. SOME.

Alex is just a piece of property that responds to my every desire. Best of
all, and his first priority is being my toilet. I never want my ass to
touch porcelain again as long as I have this perfect receptacle for my
shit, piss and puke. He serves some semi-human capacity too. He cooks,
cleans, irons, and takes care of me. That's all nice, but I love that we
share this bond with each other. Shit. I love to see him submit to it and I
love to give it to him. Shit is what completes us. It is my power over
him. It is why he calls me his God. His Shit Lord. Fucking awesome.

I like to have my wild days and I like to get crazy, but as with any other
life, most days are the usual. No matter what, I call the shots. I dictate
what the day is for me and for him. I am in full control. Sometimes he just
serves a certain role Ð toilet. Sometimes he is more. He is always
whatever I need him to be. I keep pinching myself Ð how did I end up
with this amazing fucking subhuman slave? I don't let him talk, maybe once
in a while, but not really. If he does talk it is to say how awesome I
am. I keep him on all fours like the animal he is unless he is cooking or I
just want him to do so. He wears nothing Ð except a collar and some knee
and hand pads. He can't leave here. I took him twice to a couple of
sessions where he was used (more on those another time), but I really don't
want to risk him being seen. Everyone in my life and in the building thinks
I live alone.  No one knows he is here and it needs to stay that way. I
don't want someone who doesn't get what we are to cause trouble. That's why
I keep him from any people unless I know the deal. He doesn't need that
anyway. Toilets don't need friends.

I bought myself this crazy awesome fucking king sized bed. It is fucking
money dude.  Right below me at the foot of the bed is my slave. Waiting.
Ready. Wanting. I had this bin built for him. I purposely made it cold and
slightly uncomfortable. I want comfort to be a reward for him, not
something regular. I want him to be in his own squalor Ð especially
since I like that smell. Shit and piss and puke Ð in the room, on him.
Since we can't stop him from pissing and shitting, I make him use a bucket
or just do it in his bed.  Of course, he has to eat and drink it all
too. He's a fucking toilet! It is just recycling my waste anyway. He eats
the little bit of food and water he gets from a bowl. Like a dog Ð even
though a dog would be given better accommodations. (Hmm, maybe I should get
a dogÉsorry, distractions.)

I know he sleeps. So, I've installed a vibrating buzzer that is set to go
off just before my alarm on the days we have some sort of schedule. I want
him awake and ready when I call for him to take my morning piss. If I have
to piss in the middle of the night, I just go over and give him a kick; he
jumps into action and takes whatever I give him. That is the most effort I
want to put into it. I love how good he's become at swallowing piss. He
doesn't miss a drop and his warm mouth feels so good on my cock. Morning
piss is usually stinky and I think it is his favorite. After I piss, I
knock him aside. He just goes right into worship mode and licks my feet,
sucks my toes and just loves on me. God damn it feels good to wake up to
that every day. I like to pet him like a dog too and I tell him he's a good
toilet. He is after all. I like to tease him and call him cunt of faggot or
piece of shit too. He's all of that. He's certainly not Alex anymore!!

I usually shit later in the morning, but sometimes I have to shit right
away, (especially after a night of drinking and partying). I hang my ass on
the edge of the bed and show my hole. He jumps right in and starts licking
and sucking and anticipating my shit. He is a fucking eating pro. He
fucking lives for this. I LOVE how much he LOVES eating my shit. He fucking
moans in absolute ecstasy while he takes it all. When he's done, he cleans
my ass better than any toilet paper or wipe. Perfection.

Most days I go sit in my favorite chair and fuck around on the internet or
watch TV. He does everything for me. Brings my computer to me, turns on the
TV, changes channels for me, props my feet up, anything. He goes and makes
me breakfast. This piece of shit can cook! (That's why I let him stand up
for this.) He brings the food to me and feeds me.  I fucking love being
fed. I really feel powerful when he does that. After I eat, I make him blow
me. I love a long, deep blowjob to start my day. I pump him full of cum and
send him to the bathroom. Here's when I usually shit, if I didn't earlier.
Otherwise it is shower time.

There is no actual toilet in our loft. Well, OK, there's one in the front
part I invite guests into that aren't clued in to my twisted world.
Otherwise, the rest of the bathrooms have a rim seat and a place for him.
Our master bathroom has a mirror so I can watch him eat my shit. If it is a
day that I need to shit then, or maybe even a second time, he is right
there waiting for me. I sit and he gets to rimming my ass and waiting for
shit. I always fart in his face first. I know he loves it by the way he
breathes it in deeply. I slowly let out my thick, hard turd and he chomps
it up as fast as it comes out. He groans with delight.  Fuck, he's so
good. I mean the best fucking shit eater there is. He eats my shit as fast
as it comes out. We both fucking love this. I piss in a small bucket and he
drinks that up after he cleans my ass. I go right to the shower and get
bathed by him. I don't want him to shower because I like my toilet to
stink. Again, his comfort is a reward, not a regular thing.  He washes me
from top to bottom. If there's nothing going on for the day, I make him
worship me with his tongue for hours. If it's a workday (yes, I still go to
work), he just uses a cloth. He dries me down and dresses me and then
rushes off to the door. He is a lot like a dog. Fuck yeah. My pet toilet.

I like to keep up appearances, plus I don't want to get bored or into
trouble, so I work still. Still at the school I was at before, except now I
was able to buy my way into a much cushier job. I don't do much. I do have
the resources to do things there that I couldn't have before. I have to
show my slave a little love, so I let him stand up and I kiss him goodbye
each day. A really long, nice, passionate kiss. I do love him. He does give
me chills. I also love to just use the fuck out of him. I only call him
`him' because our love is the only human thing he has left. Otherwise, he
is just property. A FUCKING TOILET.  A beautiful, amazing fucking toilet. I
get to taste my shit in his mouth too. I like shit too and I like to taste
it this way. He bows down to me. I still fucking love that too. He
professes his love and loyalty to me and I pet him and go.

When I'm not there, I really don't know what he does other than miss me,
cleaning, do laundry, house keeping, and chores, whatever. I know he does
what he has to to keep his Master happy. I don't let him shit or piss
unless I give him permission, so I think he does that when I leave. Once in
a while, for fun, I make him do it in front of me and consume it all in
front of me.

Like clockwork, he is ready at the door when I get home. He greets me by
bowing down and telling me how much he missed me, takes my clothes off and
makes me comfortable.  I always save my shit and piss from the day Ð
rarely missing any Ð and I give it to him as soon as I get home. He's
usually hungry for it and digs into it like it is the last fucking thing
he'll ever eat. At the school Ð an all boys school, an all young boys
school, oh fuck yeah Ð I had a hot fuck buddy rig up the bathrooms for
me to collect shit and piss.  Sometimes I bring that home for my toilet as
a special treat. Fuck, I love me some teen boy shit. I often eat some
myself. He always is ready to worship my smelly feet (especially on hot
summer days) and is always ready to rub me down or just make me feel
good. He worships me like the fucking God that I am. Sometimes I take
advantage of this time to bond with him and we sit on the floor and eat
shit together or feed each other.  More love.

This is pretty regular for us every day and he usually goes and makes me
dinner. He feeds that to me too. I play games, read, watch TV or chat and
he just worships me or just lies by the chair waiting for me to need
something. Our evenings really depend on the kind of day I've had, how
horny I am (always fucking horny) or if I have plans. Sometimes I'm feeling
abusive, sometimes sexy; sometimes lovey and sometimes I just want to be
alone.

A lot of times I just fall asleep in front of the TV and he is just
there. Waiting. Wanting.  When its time for bed, I give him a kick and go
to the bedroom. I stand there and he is on his knees in front of me ready
to take my nightly piss. I jump into bed, get tucked in and fall asleep
dreaming of what a wonderful life I have and how lucky I am. My slave is
right there in his little plastic bin waiting for me to need 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. Look for the same story told from Alex's point of view - My
Shit Lord.