Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 16:48:47 -0700
From: raunchy wolf <raunchywolf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shrink's Toilet

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This story, as all my stories, are completely works of fiction that spring
from my sick twisted mind.

This story is 100% about SCAT and TWISTED MALE DOMINANCE AND OWNERSHIP,
with a little B/D and humiliation to pepper the sauce!
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SHRINK'S TOILET


My shrink is a motherfucker and a saint. He helped me understand and
embrace MY facts of life: that I was a shit eating piss drinking cumdump
faggot.

I was sent to see Dr. Krauss by way of my parents and the courts. At the
time I was 18 and completely out of control and often very depressed. I was
handsome, large and burly, a wrestler and athlete. The coach of the
wrestling team had been molesting me since grade school...and I liked it a
lot. But some other kids didn't feel the same. In my senior year, some kids
came forward, accused him and he was arrested and put away. I was
devastated. This man had made me into the filthy pig I had become and now
he was gone. I didn't really know how to go on, or where to find what I
really needed: eating shit, drinking piss, smoking cigarettes and being
someone's cum dump toilet. It was all I thought about. It made me an
amazing wrestler; whenever a crotch landed on my face I would think about
eating the wrestler's shit, of turning the tables and making him the
toilet, and that would push me to win all the time.

And then the man who had trained me, who made me think about shit 24/7, was
gone.

I knew about public sex. I had occasionally gone with coach to the men's
room in the park and had to take anonymous loads through the holes in the
stalls. He made me eat anonymous men's shit under the stall on the floor,
eat shit off the toilet or smear turds on the floor with his boots and make
me lick it all up. So I started hanging out there all the time, having 10
-20 cocks a day. But the shit feeders never came anymore. Sometimes I'd
find a turd to farm but the steady daily flow of shit ended. Eventually, I
got caught having sex, arrested, and my parents had to bail me out. That's
where the shrink came in.

They sat with me in the waiting room. I was embarrassed, crying,
distraught...until he opened the door and called me in. This man was huge,
Aryan looking, with thick golden beard, piercing blue eyes, huge man hands,
a gigantic ball belly over huge legs and ass. I was a big boy, dark latino,
hairy and bellied as well-much older looking than 18. Here was my blonde
older double, like my uncle or young grandpa. His eyes widened when he saw
me, said hello to my parents shaking my hand and staring into my eyes.

"Well now Marco, let's go in and talk. No no you folks can stay out here,
let me talk to Marco first and get to know him. We'll talk some after the
session, yes?"

His slight German accent was so sexy and intimidating.

I went in with him. We sat, he offered me a Marlboro and we both lit up.

"Well son, your parents tell me you had trouble with the law. Can you tell
me about that first?"

"Um...uh...Dr. I was in the restroom at the park, a man approached me and
when I looked at him, there with his, you know, his DICK out, he said,
`You're under arrest for soliciting, kid!'"

"Hmm I see. So you were not engaged in any illegal sexual activity? Tell me
son, are you a homosexual? Have you had relations with a man or men? You
can tell me. Tell me anything, you're in a safe place here. I will tell no
one, especially your parents. I will just tell them you're making progress
etc. no details at all."

I thought about what he said but didn't respond. The rest of the session we
just smoked and talked about superficial, teenage traumas, not the truth I
needed to let out.

This hidden agenda went on a few sessions. Now my parents made me go there
alone. They told me Dr. Krauss had said it might take a while to get
anywhere but to have faith that I'd be on the right track soon enough.

On the 5th visit, which had now switched to the last session of the day, he
asked me who did it, who molested me and what were the details of this.

"But but but how do you know???"

"It's my job to know these things based upon behavior and responses, son.
It's what I do. So tell me, who was it, your father, a family member,
someone at school?"

I started crying and the truth started pouring out. I told him about coach,
about his arrest, about my frustration and why I ended up looking for what
I needed in public.

"And did you find what you needed son? Tell me what you were trained to
need."

And now I really got into it. I don't know why but I trusted this man and
just let go and said it. All of it.

"Doctor, I was trained to be coach's toilet. I ate all his shit, drank all
his piss and took all his loads inside me, mouth or ass. Every day for the
last 6 years...since grade school when my parents signed me up for the
wrestling team, since I was 12 I've been living for the coach's shit almost
every day. I would come to practice and after, in his office or in the
bathroom stalls or in the park where I was caught or wherever we travelled
to wrestle, Coach made me his total toilet and cumdump. He even made me do
it from other men, he made me eat their shit and take their cum loads
inside me. And I liked it Doctor I liked it so much it's all I ever thought
about, it's still all I think about. I eat my own every day thinking about
how much I miss him...I...I...I loved him...he owned me Doc, he owned me
and now I don't know how to be... UN-OWNED!!!"

Dr Krauss just looked at me, smoking, for a long time.

"Son, let me just say to you that you were molested. However, I believe
this man, this coach, understood something in you, something that you feel
sick and guilty about, but that you know is what you are. Acceptance is the
key. Accept what you are and all this pain will pass away."

He closed the session on that note and I waited to see him the following
week.

I was now always the last session. He opened the door, handed me a Marlboro
and told me to come in.

On the floor in the middle of the room was a rimseat, just like coach
had. It sat on a big black wrestling mat, with a video recorder set up next
to it. My mouth fell open. I looked to the shrink in wonderment.

"Marco, you are a toilet. You must accept this as who you are. You're
purpose on this planet is to eat mens' shit, to service men and do their
bidding, preferably their sick twisted bidding. It's who you are and the
sooner you give yourself totally over to this, the sooner you will accept
yourself totally as well."

He told me to strip down. I was in shock but my cock was rock hard. In a
daze I just stripped naked in front of this powerful man as he sat smoking,
dressed, on the couch.

"Your treatment begins with this."

He reached from around the couch and produced a silver dog bowl filled with
turds.

"These are turds from your coach. I saved them from before he was put
away. You see, the coach also had your problem- stupid guilt, shame, fear-
and I turned him into the shit beast he became. He was my masterwork."

I stared at the bowl full of the turds I worshipped since I was a child,
the shit I ate with love and reverence: The shit I needed.

"We will begin with you filling your toilet belly with all this shit. On
the floor, head thru toilet seat. You will eat it all. If you puke, you
will eat that as well."

He got up, placed the shit bowl on the floor under the rimseat. Next to it
was a camcorder. He turned it on as well.

"We will record this entire treatment, and every treatment hence until
there is peace in your shit eating heart."

He put his huge hand on my throbbing hard cock, stroked the foreskin back
and forth a bit then grabbed the back of my neck and forced me down to the
bowl. And he didn't stop at the bowl he simply pushed until my face was
buried in the shit and held me there until I started to buck and gag. He
let go and sat down, lit up and watched.

I looked back at him, my face a mask of creamy sticky shit.

"Don't look at me toilet, look only into the camera. As you chew each
piece, do so staring into the camera. This will be proof forever of what
you are: a shit eating faggot. Say it, I AM A SHIT EATING FAGGOT."

"UGH GGUGUGI I I AM A SHIT EATING FAGGOT!"

Something shifted in my head as I said it, my face dripping shit. I turned
to the bowl and put my face in with mouth open. I sucked in a huge mouthful
and started chewing, staring into the lens. I was so lost in the shit zone,
lost in the sick nutty flavor of the shit I grew up on. I chewed and chewed
then swallowed it all. Down for more, I liked the feeling of the shit
smearing my face, the smacking sounds I made as I chewed the filth, the
guttural sound that simply escaped me as I sank into animal behavior.

"Yes that's it son, that shit is the only thing that will fulfill you in
life, nothing else will do it, only eating a man's shit. It is who and what
you are. Repeat this over and over as your belly fills with that
waste. Make it your mantra. You'll need it to eat all you're going to
consume today son."

I looked back at him briefly, wondering where there was more...and wanting
it. At this moment I wanted more shit I wanted all the shit I could
consume.

I ate and ate. It took about 30 minutes and I was licking the smears on the
bowl, my belly full and feeling a bit distended. I sat back, breathing
hard. Dr. Krauss stood, lighting 2 cigarettes and approached me. He was
also opening his fly and fished his monster freak meat out of his
pants. His ridiculous13 inch silicone monster came out and met my lips.

"Open faggot. You need to wash that shit down with good strong piss. Then
you can have a cigarette."

I opened my mouth and the head barely fit. It was the size of my largest
dildo. I couldn't fit it in. I held its weird soft/ hard texture, requiring
2 hands to encircle it. Beautiful amazing freakmeat. I drank his piss,
strong rank nasty yellow liquid that just went on and on flowing. I gurgled
in it, some dripping out and drooling on my body. I already had clumps of
shit that had dripped off when I sat up. Finally the flow slowed and
stopped.

"Good faggot, here's your cig. Smoke fast you have 5 minutes before your
shit feeder comes. And he's big and very full."

Part 2 is ready and next to come...keep on edging!!!