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Faggot Paul's Abuse

mBb, anal, oral, scat, ws, humil, beast
Albert Luberschnifter

Paul sauntered into the lounge; his full ass hung out and jiggled as he skipped to each of the guys. He handed out the cocktails and stood to wait for instructions. Michael swigged his drink down, and his expression turned to one of disgust.

“What the fuck is this, faggot?”

Er, a margarita, Sir?”

He spat out the remainder of the liquid onto the floor and slammed the glass down.

“More like fuckin shit you mean.”

He pointed to the glass.

“Everyone else’s drink, okay? Scott, Sean?”

The other two followed suit with their friend and agreed with him.

“Yeah, dude, kinda tastes like it was made by a kid or something,” Scott butted in.

“Well, Sean, it was made by a faggot. Kinda of expected it and all!”

Michael laughed and ordered Paul to prepare more drinks.

He shouted to him as he left the room, “And that’s another punishment coming your way, faggot. Now you’ll eat my dog’s shit after you suck him off.”

The two boys made sour faces. Paul cringed at the thought. He had to make the drinks properly and did so with extra care, this time pouring the measures to exact specifications.

How could they make him eat dog shit? How had all this come about? If it weren't for his pathetic low-life friend getting him involved in drugs, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He wouldn’t have the huge debt to Michael, who was now bribing him into sexual humiliation to pay it off.

When he returned, the three boys were watching a sick porn film. The boy on the screen was double-fucked by two black men with humongous cocks.

Tim was comfortably rubbing his big cock from within his pants, and Michael was laughing at the faggot getting fucked. He snatched the drink from Michael and pointed to the screen.

“Look, faggot, that will be you in no time at all. When I invite Errol round for the big fuck fest, I have planned for you!”

Paul cowered and handed the other boys their drinks. He returned to the side of his master, Michael, and perched down next to him, then he spoke.

“How do you mean, Sir?”

Michael pouted his lips and snickered. H grabbed the attention of the two guys watching the video, tearing them away from the awesome sex scene they were getting into.

“I didn’t tell you, two guys, did I?” He continued, “Well, I know this guy, big Jamaican dude from in town, sorts me out with weed and shit whenever I want. Well, basically he loves faggots. Can’t get enough of them, so when I told him about pansy boy here. He couldn’t get enough!”

Paul looked worried.

“You hear that, sweetums, I showed the nigger your profile and all the pics vids and everything about you, and he’s totally up for it.”

Scott and Sean tapped their glasses together.

“Dude, you never cease to amaze me,” Sean said to Michael who was using Paul’s mouth as an ashtray now.

“I know, dude, I always have another trick up my sleeve waiting for faggots like him to enjoy. He can’t get enough of it. Open the mouth more, bitch!”

He tilted Paul’s head backward and gripped open his jaw. Paul squealed at this and moaned.

“That’s better,” Michael said as he flicked more ash into the boy’s mouth. The ash was searing the boy’s gums, and the pain was excruciating, but he knew not to move.

“Anyway, Scott, as I was saying a big Jamaican man, Errol, is coming round here next week when my ma’s away on vacation. Told him to bring his boys and stuff.”

He patted Paul on the top of his head.

“And little fag here is going to have a very busy night ahead of him, and you know black guys they fuck till they drop. So, I said he could fuck him in the sling all night if he wanted to. Him and his friends.

“And they coming round for sure?” Sean asked sipping the last of his drink.

“Course, dude, don’t be silly, Errol’s bringing his new pup, a pit-bull, along to have a go on faggot too. Says the dog needs some release. And what better way to cum than inside a pretty, faggot boy like him, eh?”

Paul whimpered his eyes rolling with tears. The degradation and humiliation were about to get a whole lot worse, all because of his drug cravings.

The door slammed, and the four of them heard barking. Loud, gruff barking. It was Jimmy’s dog. He walked in with the dog attached to a leash, and it began to sniff around the exposed faggot’s ass.

“Whoa, someone’s in the mood for pussy tonight ain’t ya, Fido?” He said. “Don’t move Paul, let your husband feel up his fuckhole for tonight.

“But, Sir?” Paul’s feminine voice sounded out.

He felt the large tongue of the dog swish its way down his crack and in and around his asshole, he felt crushed.

“But, nothing. Fido’s hungry for pussy, so you just kneel there and let him enjoy his treat. Gosh, what does a dog have to do to get what he wants from a bitch, eh?”

Jimmy laughed and pulled the leash taut a little.

“He sure is horny tonight, dude. I mean how’d you feel not having blown your load in over four weeks?”

“Damn, dude, don’t even go there. Jeez, I’d fuck anything with a pulse!”

The other two agreed and gazed on as the obscene display in front of them.

“Anyways, Paul, it’s good to have your pussy licked. Gets it primed and ready for the big fuck from Errol and the boys, eh?”

Fido’s cock had swollen profusely. It tipped out from behind his hind legs, and his balls had tightened up. Scott noticed and pointed to it.

“Didn’t realize a dogs prick could get so big, eh, Jimmy?”

“That’s not the only thing, dude. You see the sheath, how it pulls right back? Well, that’s a thing all dogs have so when it gets large like that and swollen, they fuck whatever their fuckin, but it stays ballooned, and it takes ages for it to subside and it's unable to pull out from whatever fuckhole it’s in!”

“So, you're telling me the faggot would be hopping around on his bare knees with the dog's cock wedged in his ass unable to break free?”

“Yeah!” said Jimmy.

Ha, ha, classic. This we gotta see, but first I wanna see the faggot suck dog cock.”

Michael set his glass to one side and rubbed the massive bulge in his pants.

Yeah, dude. You’re right.

“Hey, fag. Move aside and give Fido some loving.”

Jimmy let go of the leash and the dog kind of sat back with its paws ready to be sucked. Paul felt nauseous, and his stomach lurched with the thought.

“Dude, how does it know that he’s about to get sucked?”

“Animal instincts just like you and me, I guess?”

The dog's cock spurted a few drops of pre-cum onto the carpet.

“Lick it up, fag.”

The doggy cum splattered a few feet away from where Fido was sitting, and Paul crawled over to the mess and slurped at the foul splooge.

“Ewww, no way!” said Sean. “He’s actually doing it?”

“You should have seen what he was doing last night, dude. Made him eat his own shit from the toilet bowl. This is nothing to what he has done.”

Paul felt so crushed and weak after he finished licking the dog cum off the floor. His master clicked his fingers motioning for him to start sucking the dog and he came right up to it. This was the moment, where four high school jocks would see a faggot suck off a dog. How disgusting is that? It was new for Michael, and the other three were anticipating the display, and a thrill ran through them like no other.

Paul stuck his tongue out and touched the end of the swollen cock. It smelled musty and putrid like a dog’s cock would. Michael tilted his bitch’s head further inwards.

“Come on, fag. Show us your worth.”

The dog began to dribble saliva in big gobs from its mouth and moaned in excitement. Paul wrapped his lips around the cockhead, and his eyes welled up from the task.

“That’s it. Now, you're doing good bitch. All the way in now.”

Scott and Sean moved from the sofa to take a closer look. They shifted down to Paul’s height and gazed on in amazement as the fag took the dog’s cock in his mouth.

“Up and down now, baby. Show Fido some loving. Show him how a bitch makes love to a dog. Give it some effort, okay?”

The four of them laughed. Jimmy undid his trousers and was casually wanking his fat cock. Michael picked up his camera phone and began to take multiple shots of the display.

“Fag, this will be so cool for your profile. A little-added something for my more select customers.”

Paul now had the engorged fucktool right down his throat and was going up and down on it like it was a lollipop. The dog was excited and began humping vigorously! After a minute, Paul felt the dog’s cock bulge, and then spurt after spurt of doggy cum ran down his throat and into his stomach. Sick!

“And that’s four weeks of cum going into his gut, dudes!”

They all laughed. Michael was in stitches. Sean and Scott were now wanking their own cocks in excitement. The dog pulled off, but not before Paul finished swallowing the remainder of the cum. Michael saw the cum filled mouth.

“Get up, gargle the doggy juice, fag!”

Feeling even more degraded than he already was, Paul complied and got onto his knees.

“Wait, wait, one moment. Keep it there. Keep it all in your mouth!” Michael said.

He played with his phone and began to make a small video. He began to narrate the video like it was a documentary on animals. Not far off in all honesty.

“Everyone, this is the moment where fag boy, Paul here, gargles doggy cum. This is the moment that all his druggie ways have brought him too. How pathetic. Now do it!”

Paul gargled the mess in his mouth. It was all sloppy and watery in his mouth. Dogs tended to cum in more copious amounts than humans. As Paul finished gargling, he gulped the rest of it down. Afterward, the dog returned to his owner happily wagging its tail after all the fun.

“Good doggy. Good boy,” said Jimmy.

A strong odor began to fill the room Scott was the first to notice.

Hey, you guys smell something?”

Scott covered his mouth and nose with his hands. Jimmy knelt down to his dog and could smell the pungent fart wafting through the air.

“Uh, oh, you think he needs to shit?”

A big smile painted Michael’s face, and he quickly rushed to his feet. Paul now feeling like he was about to be sick with all that cum in his mouth let out a cry.

“Shut the fuck up, faggot!” yelled Michael.

Hey, dude, if Fido needs to take a crap then there’s no time like the present and my ma’s lawn ain’t gonna be where he’s doing it?”

The four of them smirked, knowing full well where the dog was gonna defecate—into the confines and stomach of the fag's mouth. Yummy! Paul’s stomach lurched, but before he could protest he was ordered into the garage. The rest followed as the humbled boy crawled to his humiliating debasement. His dinner was just about to be served, doggy style!

The garage light was dimmed as the faggot entered crawling pathetically on his hands and knees as the four boys followed him in. Fido was barking as he trotted behind the boys.

“Easy, boy! He’s a bit leery, I think he needs to crap real bad?”

Jimmy pulled the leash taut on his dog, and its tongue came out of its mouth as it gagged.

“Well, he sure is excited about something. Must be the faggot.”

Michael ordered Paul to the floor, making him lie flat on his back and open his mouth wide.

“You close that mouth-pussy, and all of us here will beat you until you can breathe anymore!” Michael declared.

Fear ran through Paul, who assumed his demoralizing position on the floor. The guys whispered to each other. Cracking jokes and deciding what the best plan was. Paul lay there in just his tight thong, and his pretty, tear-stained face stared up at the gray ceiling wishing he was someplace far away from these bullies.

Scott decided he wanted Michael’s declaration really embedded in the faggot’s mind, so he knelt down to the faggot’s face and pulled his jaw wide open.

“You hear what your master says, bitch?”

Paul shook his head from side to side in agreement and his eyes filled with emotion, tears forming just a little.

“Cuz, if you close your mouth while Fido’s doing his business in there, I’ll do worse than beat the shit out of you. I’ll kill you!”

His words were stern and harsh, his tone nasty and Paul realized there was no way out of this mess. He was going to have to eat whatever he was fed.

Scott hawked up phlegm from his throat.

“Jeez, this is a slimy, gooey one.”

Then in one full go, he let the huge glob of snot out of his mouth. He held the faggots jaw open, and it fell in touching the boy’s tongue. The taste was vile and salty, but as Paul was unable to move, it just rested there and seeped over the edges into his mouth. Scott got up, and Jimmy handed him the leash.

“You do the honors, dude!”

The dog eagerly got into place directly over Paul’s face, and after a firm push on its hind end from Scott, it squatted down over the boy. Sick!

Hey, he’s wagging his tail, dude!”

Sean pointed as he felt the lurch in his pants.

“He’s happy. I mean, he just blew a load, and now he’s taking a crap.”

Paul kept his mouth open as instructed and could smell the strong odor coming from the dog’s ass hole. It stunk! Then Michael had an idea. Fido was only an inch or so from Paul’s mouth, and the four boys could see what was about to happen.

“Hey, faggot, put your tongue out if you got the privilege of having Fido suck your pussy then you should show your respect back and give your husband’s ass a lick.”

Paul had already had the dog’s cock in his mouth and cum in his belly so it couldn’t get much worse could it? He thrust his tongue upwards and licked the puckered hole. The dog whined, and in the moment of excitement his bowels opened, and a big wad of brown shit appeared then dropped into Paul’s mouth.

“Chew it and swallow it all, Paul.”

Paul did his best, but as the horrible taste hit his senses, he thought he would be sick. He was lying on a garage floor eating shit from a dog’s ass hole while four guys watched for their own enjoyment. How sick and perverse was that?

“That’s a good boy, Fido.” said it’s owner, “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

The dog responded to this gesture of good behavior and wagged its tail and barked. The other three boys laughed.

Dude, you forgot the camera?” said Scott

“Damn!” said Michael fidgeting in his pockets but he had left the camera on the sofa in the house.

Paul scoffed down the remainder of the putrid shit from the dog. He had never done anything sicker than this. Sure, Michael was an evil boy but this, this was shocking!

The dog kicked its legs and busied itself in the corner where it had found an old bone which it was chewing on. The four boys all huddled around Paul, and each began spitting wads of spit and snot all over his face.

An hour or so passed. The four boys had forced the faggot to first suck the dog's dirty stinking dick, and secondly, eat its slimy shit. Gross! Michael returned with a leash wound around his hand. He kicked the faggot, who was curled up into a tiny ball and whimpering softly after his ordeal.

“Here, boy,” he said in a demeaning voice as though he was referring to a dog. “Now, it’s your turn to be doggy for a while!”

Michael ordered Paul to his hands and knees and sharply fastened a heavy iron collar around Paul’s neck. It weighed Paul down and brought his neck forward. Then Michael attached the leash pulling it taut, so Paul’s neck was thrust backward.

“That’s it, bitch, just like a doggy now, eh? Go on, give us a woof doggy.”

Paul hesitated then let out a half-assed attempt at a woof, Michael was unimpressed.

“You do it properly, or it won’t only be Errol fuckin that pussy of yours. Say, I might even put you in farmer Madrigal's pound for the night see how you like twenty pit bulls fuckin your ass?”

“No, please master not that,” Paul pleaded.

“Okay, then give us a woof, a big doggy woof. Show your worth!”

“Woof, woof, ah-woo, woof, woof, ah-woo.” The pathetic boy sounded out.

“Now, that’s better. From now on, no speaking only barking. Dogs, or rather bitches in your case, can't speak only bark!”

Paul nodded his head in agreement, and Michael whipped him into a steady crawl out of the garage and into the kitchen. There smack bang in the center of the room was a dog bowl. The scent filled Paul’s nose straight away a warm, sickly smell.

He bit his lower lip in fear of what meal lay waiting for him.

“You didn’t think I'd let my little doggy go hungry now, did you? Anyway, I cooked up some real fresh grub for ya. Can’t be nice to have all that doggy poo in your gut. You need something else to perk you up, so I prepared you this.”

Michael kicked the boy on his bottom and moved him closer to the disgusting meal that was awaiting him. Paul almost barfed when he saw what it was! There was a big pile of fresh, lumpy shit mounded high. At least six or seven thick pieces of it. On top was a copious amount of fresh cum finished off with a lake of urine.

Yeah, Jimmy and the boys insisted they had to give you a farewell present before they left. I said they could use the toilet if they liked but when Sean had this idea, I couldn’t refuse him.

“Not again, master. Please, not this, why do I have to do it?”

Paul’s face went a sudden shade of deep green, and his stomach lurched.

Hey, I thought we’d decided that you was doggy for the day. And if your faggot brain can even remember what I said that means no talking only barking!”

He shoved Paul’s face right down into the pile of shit. Paul squirmed as the nasty cum covered mixture covered his face entirely in filth.

“You see this is what happens when doggies don’t learn!”

Michael was sadistically smothering his bitch’s face in the shit. He held the boy’s head down and prevented him from moving. Paul gasped as he inhaled the stench, bits went in his eyes, mouth, and eyes. He was literally covered in shit. What was worse, was that his torment had only just begun. Michael let go and stood up.

“Now listen up, faggot, I’m having some pussy come round now, and I’m gonna fuck some ass. What you’re job is, which you better fuckin do by the time I get back, is to eat this filth your druggie ways have created, understand?”

Paul nodded, Michael continued, “and if I get back, and there’s even a speck of my shit, Sean’s cum, and Jimmy’s piss still in that bowl I’ll punish you in ways you can’t imagine.

He didn’t wait for the boy's reply. He couldn’t speak anyway only bark or moan softly as he was doing now. Michael attached the end of the leash to a table and fastened it securely so the boy couldn’t move then left him to his dinner.

Paul stared at the filth. How was he going to do this? What would his master do to him if he didn’t finish? He just didn’t know. He heard the doorbell ring and the voices of three pretty thirteen-year-old girls. They giggled and swapped kisses with Michael who was about to fuck them senseless. Did they have any idea of the sick, depraved things he was forcing Paul to do?

With all his effort, he began to take mouthfuls of the filth in his mouth. He held his nose as he gulped down the larger pieces. Once he had finished, he was left with the lake of piss and stringy pieces of cum floating on it.

In one full swig, he downed the liquid, and his stomach began to regurgitate, but he managed to hold it down. Then he licked the bowl clean as instructed no leaving any room for defeat in his task. As he crumbled with the humiliation and pain, he heard rocking in the bedroom. Someone was having a lot of fun, guessing by the screams of pleasure ringing through the house!

For Paul, it was a never ending nightmare!

That evening, Paul was locked away in the cellar by his cruel oppressor. Michael with his large, swinging nuts and firm ass had shoved Paul down the rickety steps, and he fell on the hard stone floor.

“Oh, and one more thing slut, I just called Errol, and the big nigga’s bringing a couple of his buds to join the fun. So you better get that ass of yours ready. I mean were talking about nigga dick here. They love messing around with white boys, ya know!”

“Please Michael…” Paul implored.

Michael casually walked down the steps to where the boy was cowering on the floor and flicked the light switch on. He reached into a side cupboard, pulling out a box of some sort, and he threw it at the boy hitting his stomach in the process.

“Oh, and I thought you’d need a bit of company down here, so I bought you this gift, cool yeah?”

Paul opened the box to reveal a monster dildo, it measured four inches in width and must have been around thirteen inches long. His mouth widened in shock at the magnitude of the device.

“Never seen one that big, have ya?”

Please, Sir don’t make me do this. I’ve had enough.”

“I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough. Now, lie on your fucking back and pull them legs up.”

Paul, petrified, did as instructed not knowing that just behind him that a set of stirrups hung on the wall just in line for his feet to placed into. His ass was red and raw, and the once puckered hole was beginning to gape wide open now like a slut’s hole. Just as he got into position, he felt Michael attach one of his legs to the stirrup and lock it into place with a padlock and key.

“What are you doing?” He writhed, but to no avail.

“Well, did you think I'd just leave you down here all alone without tying you up, did you?”

Michael peered down into the boy’s face and let a big gob of saliva splatter into his eyes. Paul unable to move had no choice but to let the sticky gob run down his cheeks. Michael smiled wickedly.

Oh, and for the record, I’m about to introduce to you a little number which I’m sure you’ll like.”

****

“Scott, just take a look!” Michael said with a big grin on his face.

“Nah, dude, you haven’t…”

Scott thought back to the conversation he and Michael had the other night. They were both as high and discussing their deepest fantasies. Never did he imagine that Michael was to go through with this!

Scott peered in the door, and his face dropped.

“No way, dude, no way! You’re fucking with my head man. This ain’t happening, bro. Fuck.”

Michael threw his hand out and high-fived his best friend.

“I told you I’d make your fantasy come true and that’s exactly what I’ve done.”

Scott was astonished and horny. In fact, he couldn’t believe this was all happening, but he sure was getting very excited and fast.

“Either I’m smoking some dope weed here, dude, or this is some fucked up shit, but you know what? I like it. Dude, can I use him now?”

The two boys walked up to the toilet and peered over into the bowl. There, with his head faced upwards and his mouth wide open was Paul.

“Dude, how you keep his mouth open like that?” Scott asked.

“Oh, yeah, just got an old mouth piece my bro used to use for football and all. Kinda played with it a bit. You know? Made a few alterations and shoved it in the fag's mouth.”

Ricky’s face lit up. He was amazed! Paul, on the other hand, was more frightened than he had ever been before. His heart was beating so fast he thought he was going to have a panic attack. He wasn’t the brightest boy, but he knew all too well what they had planned, and it made him sick to the stomach!

Michael continued, “I made a few slight alterations on the toilet as well. Just so I could fit him in perfectly. And if I want, I can remove him as well easy as that.”

Instead of water in the bowl, it was just Paul’s head. There was just enough space for him, and it was a snug fit. The user would use the toilet like any normal toilet by simply plonking himself on the seat and do what he had to do, except in this instance, the waste was not to go down a set of pipes, but instead into the mouth of Paul.

“And you know the beauty of it, Scott?”

Scott smiled.

“Go on, dude!”

He spat just at that moment letting a big gob of saliva fall onto the forehead of Paul. It steadily ran down his face and onto his lips and then ran into his mouth. The two of them laughed.

“Well, he can’t do anything about it. Absolutely nothing. If he tries to move his head, he can’t. No room! Close his mouth, he can’t! And that’s due to my ingenious mouthpiece of course.”

Scott interrupted, “So, what you're saying is that he’s forced to eat whatever he’s fed?”

“Exactly, and I’m sure you’ve got lots to feed him.”

The two sadistic boys laughed with one another, while Paul stared up at the ceiling fearing for his life. He was going to have to eat shit! Sweat mounted, and he felt a tear well up in his eye, but there was absolutely nothing he could do.

“So, how long you had him like that man? It doesn’t look comfy.” Ricky asked.

“Oh, about three hours. I fucked him a couple times before I put him there then locked him in. He can’t move, completely secure,” he said with a sickening grin.

Scott licked his lips. He was excited about this. It had been one of his fantasies for a long time now, but never had he dreamed it would come true. That was all about to change thanks to his good friend.

Scott knelt down to the bowl and stuck his finger up his nostril. He plugged out a big glob of sticky, green mucus onto the end of his forefinger.

“Here you go, faggot, a little starter to get them taste buds going.”

He thrust his finger into the faggot's mouth and swirled his finger around, letting the snot fall perfectly onto Paul’s tongue. Unable to move, or close his mouth, Paul could do nothing, but let the acrid taste of snot fill his senses.

“All of it down now!” Michael exclaimed sarcastically.

“There’s a good boy! Do as your owner tells you, or it won’t just be my shit you’ll be having for the main course,” said Scott

It won’t just be shit? Paul thought, what worse things could there be to force him to eat? This was a complete nightmare. H wished he were someplace else. How could he endure this without going insane?

The snot slithered down Paul’s throat, and he was glad when it was over. The two boys got up, and as Michael turned for the light, Scott had some final words.

“Remember what I said faggot, relish that starter, ‘cus, well if you know what I ate last night, well, it’s gotta come out sometime, and you know where.”

They both laughed as they left leaving Paul to prepare for the worst.

“No way, man, I can’t believe I’m gonna do this. We're a couple of sick mother fuckers man. What would people think?”

Michael had just lit his spliff and exhaled a big puff of smoke from his mouth.

“Who cares man? I’m a sick bastard. You’re a sick bastard. Hey, everyone is. You should know me by now, man. I got no feelings. And neither do you, do ya?”

“Course, I don’t. Not for that little, faggoty bitch anyways.”

“Good, ‘cuz it’s his mouth that’s gonna be taking your stinking shit, dude. How fuckin good can it get?”

Michael nodded his head in self-admiration as he thought of the depraved work he had carried out on the toilet boy, and the brilliant feeling it gave him.

He had to get his camera later and film the spectacle. That would be even more embarrassing for the boy. He passed the spliff to Scott, who was about to speak.

“Oh, yeah. It’s making me, horny, man. I got some big ones stored up there today. Chili burritos’ last night, man. Gonna be a little bit fiery!”

They both laughed at Scott’s remarks and walked into the lounge.

As they passed through the door, one of Michaels younger house slaves was vacuuming the carpet, the noise pissed off Michael.

“Yo, turn that thing off, and fix Scott and me here some drinks!” he ordered.

Yes, master,” the timid boy replied.

He was at the most eleven and had cute little wisps of blonde hair, which fell just below his ears. Michael’s orders were that all house slaves work naked at all times and with this kid it was no different.

“Dude, whatcha having?” Michael asked Scott as he took an eye to the sweet boy on display in front of him.

Um, just a coke, man!”

He was far too interested in the boy to warrant a decent response. This pissed off Michael, who glared at his friend.

“Coke, man? Not something stronger? Brandy, vodka? Or even a beer, you know the kinda shit we have here!”

Yeah, beer, man. That’ll do. Cheers.”

He was gently prodding at the boy's naked ass. It was so soft and velvety. He cupped the boy's buttocks and gently massaged them with his palms. The boy knew better than to move Michael had taught him very strict rules to abide by. If any visitor wanted to touch him, he had to go with it, whether he liked it or not. Sometimes if house slaves were well behaved, then Michael would treat them, so he wanted to show his master he was a good slave.

“Dude, your fingers just don’t stop. You can fuck the kid later, man. I wanna show you something.”

“Okay, dude,” Scott replied. He turned toward the boy, “And I’ll be seeing you shortly.”

The boy froze for a moment. He hated being fucked. It hurt so much. He picked up his cleaning materials and headed for the door.

“And be quick!” Michael shouted. “I’m timing you! If you ain't back in five minutes, then I’m shoving Scott's shoe here up your pretty, little ass,” he said laughing as the terrified boy left the room.

“Nah, man, these are Nikes, man. And they’re new. I ain't having them thrust up some kid’s asshole. No way!”

Michael tutted sarcastically and set his spliff to one side.

“I was only joking man. Shove your cock up instead then. You’ll like that. Now, here look at this.”

Scott turned his attention to what Michael had in his hand, it was what looked like a photo album of some sort. Opening the album, Scott was amazed. His eyes almost shot out of their sockets. Michael pointed to a photograph of him and his father on vacation in Switzerland and, what appeared to be a twelve-year-old boy.

“This little fella is Amish, a Latvian, bought by my father as an early eighteenth birthday present, cool isn’t?

Scott was gobsmacked and pointed at the photo.

“But he ain’t got legs, Michael.”

“Yeah, stupid! Or arms!” He replied laughing to himself.

“Why’s that then? Was he deformed from birth or something? Not sure if I’m into that kinda shit, bro.”

Michael turned the page, which pictured a laboratory somewhere in the Swiss Alps. In actual fact it was, and it was where boys could be surgically altered to meet their owner's specifications and needs.

“My dad said I could have any type of slave I wanted. Any shape or form and this is what I asked for. You see, the reason why he has no legs or arms is that he has to fit perfectly at the side of my bed.”

“Why, though?” Scott said confused.

“You know me, dude. I like a blowjob, and I like a piss and not having to get outta the bed to take one or the other suits me just fine, so you see…

Scott butted in, “I see a kinda personal toilet and cumdump just for you?”

“You could put it that way! But to put it bluntly, the only thing this faggot’s gonna be doing is, well, sucking my cock dry of cum and swallowing my piss and shit.”

“When’s he getting here?”

“Like I said for my eighteenth. Oh, I’m having a big party that night booze, drugs, boys, the whole shebang and you're invited!”

Just as Michael was about to show Scott another interesting photograph, the little blonde boy came in holding a tray with two drinks on it.

“About time, faggot!” He came over and served them both the drinks. Scott couldn’t take his eyes off the kid's sweet face and innocent looks. He wanted to fuck the little blonde faggot and now!

“Not bad, faggot. Not bad at all. Now, show me pink. I wanna see that pussy of yours. I wanna see that you’ve been working on it well and proper.”

In an instant, the cute boy placed down the tray and turned around. Steadily he knelt downwards and assumed doggy style position on the floor. His beautiful ass spread open and in full view came his luscious, puckered asshole.

“Now, pucker that rose bud and show me some wink!” Michael commanded and gave the boy a few kicks to get him going.

The boy began to clench and unclench his hole, and it moved in and out in a nice, slow rhythm.

“Wow, man! Let me feel, dude!”

Scott rushed downwards and placed his fingers on the boy's asshole. He prodded and toyed with the puckering hole. All while, the boy strained to do a good job and please his master. First, Scott inserted one finger, and then two, and he began to fuck them in and out.

“So, you like my boy, Scott?”

“He sure feels tight man. He ever been fucked before?”

“Are you joking? This bitch has been done each and every way possible. Black men, dogs you name it, he’s had it.”

Scott looked confused while he worked his fingers into the orifice of the boy's abused hole.

“But, I don’t get it. Shouldn’t the little fag be like, well, loose by now? I mean nigger dick and dog dick, the boy should be fucked out by now!”

“Ahh, well!” Michael replied with a smug grin on his face. “There’s a reason for that, but I’ll let you in on that another time.”

“Oh, well, I’m gonna fuck him anyways. I’m horny, man. Then I’ll take my big shit in that faggot’s mouth.”

Michael picked himself up from the chair and headed out of the door.

“Cool man. I’m taking a shower. Give a shout when you fucked this bitch, and I'll get my cam ready. Don’t wanna miss our little toilet’s fun for the world.”

“Of course, can’t wait either,” Scott said.

Scott unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor. His big, fat cock sprung out almost nine inches. The boy gulped at the prospect of having to take it all in, but he would! The boy squealed as Scott pushed him forwards to the couch.

“You heard what was said, bitch! I’m gonna fuck ya good and hard and then you can fix me something to eat!”

Yes, Sir!”

The boy felt Scott pry apart his legs. His little cock and balls dangled freely from behind. He looked so cute and fuckable. Scott licked his lips in at the prospect of fucking him.

“Sir, can I ask you a question?” The terrified boy asked.

He bit his lower lip knowing for full well that he was never to speak out of terms.

“Yeah, what is it?” Scott said as he toyed with the boy's ass hole.

It felt so good to run the length of his cock up and down the slit. The boy’s asshole was hairless, and the pink hole was as tight as could be.

“Is it true that the boy in there…well, I’ve heard…”

Scott stopped him and pushed the tip of his dripping cock into the boy's hole. He yelped at the pain. It stung, but he held still.

“Yeah, heard what?”

Well, some of the other boys have been asking. Is it true that he was made into a toilet, a human toilet?”

“Yeah, and you want in on it too?” He joked. “Cus, if you want, I’ll arrange it for you just one word, and Michael will do it for me one word.

“Oh, no, please. No, not that, anything but that.”

Well, you shut your fuckin mouth while I give you a good fuckin and perhaps I won't mention it!”

“Yes, sir.”

The boy feared the worst. He had to please Scott now to his fullest capabilities, so he rocked back on the cock and settled himself on the massive organ.

“Ohhhh, yeah, there’s a good bitch, that’s it!”

These were Scott’s words as he smiled in lust for this eleven-year-old boy's tight ass. He gradually picked up the pace and began fucking him wildly. He loved the feel of a tight ass hole, gripped around his huge cock, it gave him the feeling of power.

The boy rocked backward onto it riding it like a whore. He felt his own cock grow as Scott’s bashed against his prostate in a fast rhythm.

“Ohh yeah take it you bitch, take it you fucking fag!” He gripped the boy's neck and thrust it backward. The boy moaned as Scott began to roughly fuck him. He shoved his fingers in the kid's mouth and mounted him like an animal. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were those of Scott’s giant, egg-sized balls slapping the boy's ass again and again as he fucked mercilessly into him.

“Take it, bitch, come on fuckin take it. Ride my big cock!”

Scott screamed in ecstasy! This carried on for ten minutes before he unloaded copious amounts of cum into the little fag boy’s hole making sure he bunged him up with it good and proper. As Scott dismounted him, the boy crumpled on the sofa with Scott slapping his ass a few time for good measures.

That a boy, good fuck you were. I’m pleased!”

The boy regained his breath and quickly assumed an upright standing position. It was his duty as a slave to meet the requirements of guests, and that meant as soon as they were done with him he was ready to offer them any other requests.

“Thank you, sir. Could I offer you anything now? You said you would like something to eat.”

Scott slumped in one of the chairs still half naked.

“Yeah, but first, come and suck my cock clean. I don’t want your dirty ass slime on my cock.”

Yes, sir.” He said and scrambled to his feet between Scott’s legs and began working on his cock.

Meanwhile, Michael was upstairs and had just finished his shower. He had donned his comfy dressing gown and was currently making a call to his father. Underneath him, crouched down, was an eight-year-old boy whose name was Marcus.

“Make sure you get the cream right between the toes, boy!” Michael barked to the boy in a rough tone.

Yes, sir.”

Marcus expertly applied the cream before massaging and working it into Michael’s toes and within the grooves of his feet. Michael enjoyed nothing more than to have a naked boy massage his feet, it wasn’t all sex for him but sometimes a little bit of tender care.

Marcus had been promoted just recently to his personal slave, and he was glad of it too. Beforehand, he was just one of the stable boys, and that meant he had to sleep outside in the barn where it was cold. Now he slept in the house and got a decent meal each night if he performed his duties correctly.

“Do you know, Marcus?”

Yes, Sir?”

“I didn’t tell you to stop!”

Michael’s eyes lit up, and the worried boy quickly resumed his work. He thought it strange how his master was asking him a question. Normally he’d just get ignored.

“I guess you and the rest of the faggots have been asking questions, eh?”

He pretended not to know what his master was talking about and bowed his head from view.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

Michael flicked up the boy's cute chin and gazed directly into his eyes.

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”

“But sir, I’m not sure what you’re talking about…”

Michael slapped the boy twice with his backhand, sending him off balance and a little shocked.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Marcus, or it will be you in that toilet!”

“I’m sorry, sir. I just, I was afraid I would say the wrong thing, and you would be cross with me that’s all.”

Michael huffed bringing his toes away from the boy.

“Always say the first thing that comes to mind boy, speak your mind in future.”

Yes, sir.” He said softly, thankful that his master was not to punish him.

“And now, you can continue.”

He steadied himself and bowed down to the feet of his master before beginning.

Well, the others have just wondered who that boy in the toilet is? We have never seen him before and don’t want to end up like him, Sir. In fact, everyone is really scared you’ll do the same to us.”

Michael smiled wickedly. He loved the power he had over his slaves and the torment that they were going through.

“I’ve just had a thought. Hey, Marcus.”

He decided to be very cruel and had come up with a little game for the young boy to participate in.

****

Paul felt cramped in his little toilet hole. His jaw ached from the pressure of the mouth gag, and he yearned for some water. He was so thirsty.

He thought things through again and again in his mind. Why was this all happening to him? Were they really to go through with this? He knew a lot of sick shit happened in the world but this? It was beyond comprehension.

He could barely move his head from left to right and just stared upwards at the vacant ceiling and the gray tiles in front of him. He had no notion of the time and had built up a steady sweat which soaked his body. He was naked, and the toilet was cold, but all his anxieties had made him hot and bothered. He began to cry, and tears were falling down his cheeks.

It was then that he heard noises from outside and the door slowly creaking open. The light was switched on, and Michael peered around the door.

“You still awake, fag, not dozed off dreaming of your dinner have you?”

Scott laughed at Michael’s joke, and the two teenage boys made their way over to the toilet basin. Paul was livid. How could they joke like this? Sleep that would have been a miracle. What person thinks of sleep when they are about to be forced to eat human shit?

He made a few muffled sounds being prevented from speaking due to the mouth gag.

“Awww, baby not able to talky-walky,” said Scott who admired himself in the mirror.

Michael stood legs apart in front of the toilet seat and gazed down directly into the eyes of Paul.

“I know you’re going to enjoy this Paul so chin up! First, I wanna offer you a little drink!”

Paul was so thirsty and was glad to hear those words from Michael, but it didn’t last long. He began to squirm with a lot of wasted effort, his cute innocent face began to shake.

“Awww, did baby think I was gonna give him water?”

Paul continued to writhe to no avail. He couldn’t speak or move it was useless. Scott hearing Michael’s sick words came over and patted his friend on the back.

“You're doing some mighty good work there, buddy. Go on give him a little taste. Hey, he’s had my boogers for an appetizer, your piss for an entree, and then, well, shit will be dessert. A strange order of things, but hey I don’t think he minds.”

Scott knelt down to the frightened boy and flicked his ears a couple of times.

“Do you faggot? You don’t mind what order we feed you, just as long as you get it?”

Michael unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor. Then he removed his boxers. All the excitement had made him hard, but he needed to piss real bad. Paul gulped at the size of the big, drooling cock in front of his eyes. It was so big, and the bulbous head a deep purple color. It throbbed, and Michael toyed with it in his hands for a moment.

Gradually, he knelt down and rested the tip of his cock onto the lips of Paul.

“Tongue out and give it a lick.”

“Yeah, right in his piss hole,” Scott added.

Paul complied and stuck his tongue out and gingerly ran it up and down the slit of Michael’s cock. It tasted awful, and the stench was vile.

“That’s it, fag. Now you better drink all of my piss. If you drop one bit, let one drop fall out of your mouth, I’ll send each and every person in this house, and one by one take a shit in your mouth. How’d you like that?”

Paul froze he was out of his mind with worry. He gladly took up Michael’s warning and made sure the opening to his throat was free to take in the acrid urine he was to be given. He made a few sounds and lightly nodded his head, and with that Michael began to piss.

Ahh, that feels good, real good,” Michael said in his proud stance.

He stood over the toilet bowl like he was a man marrying his fiancé. He was that proud of the suffering twelve-year-old boy beneath him lying with his mouth open as a human toilet hole!

For Paul it was dreadful. He could do nothing. He was bound and could do nothing to break free. The piss seemed never ending, and he drank every drop of it as instructed by his master. Unable to open and close his throat it gushed down, and at one point he thought he might splutter it upwards and vomit, but he managed not to. Perhaps, it had been an idle threat, he thought? No, not Michael, he was a sick bastard who would do anything for sexual gain.

Michael sighed, “Arghhh it’s nearly up man. And there was me thinking I could go on for longer.”

He tugged at his cock letting a few remaining drops flicker down onto Paul’s face. Paul felt his gut heave, and his face stung from the acidity of the piss.

“Not to worry, man,” Scott said, removing his jeans and his boxers. “I need to take a whizz too, so step aside! He can have seconds for good behavior.”

“One sec, dude. I just wanna do one more thing.”

With that Michael knelt downwards and wiped his big, floppy cock, stinking of sweat and piss, over Paul’s face. The boy squirmed beneath it and for a second Michael popped it into his mouth. Scott signaled to his friend to move to one side and hopped up and down.

“Dude, I’m gonna burst. Don’t wanna get it on you. Move aside so I can get to the fag!”

“Oh, shit, yeah.”

Michael moved, and Scott stepped up. He really was bursting and without warning his piss shot out, and he directed it right down Paul’s throat.

“I really needed that! I’ve been saving it up!”

Paul took what he could, but unfortunately for him, he could take no more, and he spewed. A moment later he barfed up, and yellow piss mixed with other grotesque things from his stomach spewed from his mouth, but Scott continued to piss, and it wasn’t until a minute later that it finally let up and the last trickle fell into a few final drops.

“That was good!”

Scott came within an inch of Paul’s face.

“I’d pat you on the head for that faggot, but don’t fancy getting my hands covered in piss.”

Michael laughed at Scott’s remarks while he opened the side cupboard and retrieved what looked like to be a camcorder.

“And I bet you thought we were gonna stop there didn’t you, faggot?”

He said sarcastically as twelve-year-old Paul regained his breathing and was brought back around to his surroundings.

Next thing he knew Michael was dangling the camcorder by its strap in front of his eyes and swaying it from side to side. Michael peeked his head around!

“And, you know what time it is now!”

“Time for him to taste my shit, dude. Tat’s what fuckin time it is.”

They both high fived each other as teenagers do. Paul’s heart raced so fast he thought he had a heart attack. NO! They were about to shit in his mouth, first piss, and now shit? How on earth could he do this? How on earth could anybody do this?

“You got the camera ready?” Scott asked.

“Sure thing, ready now!” Michael said eagerly and pressed the record button. He aimed the camera downwards to get a final look at the sufferer’s face before his inevitable fate.

“Any last words from the fag?” He put his hand to his ear humoring the boy and edged closer. “I guess not then!”

Just small yelps exited Paul’s mouth. Nothing more! Scott strained and felt bowel movements from within himself. It was going to be a big one he could feel it. The time had come, and all was ready, Scott trod over to the toilet basin and clambered up over the seat.

He plonked himself down and Paul for the first time saw the horrid, putrid smelling asshole before him. Scott’s ass was hairy, and his rosebud hole was puckering with the need to shit. He strained once more letting a big fart out. Paul unable move could do nothing but inhale the foul stench, and he coughed as it almost suffocated him.

Scott was definitely enjoying it. His big floppy cock and balls dangled beneath and Paul had a clear view of them as they swayed.

“Ohh, I’m getting hard, faggot, just thinking of this. Who would have thought that all this were to come true?”

He let out another fart, this time wetter than the last, “And I think it’s about time to let last night’s dinner go down its toilet hole.”

“What was it you ate last night, dude?” Michael asked smiling the camera in his hand.

“Oh, ya know, burritos.”

The two sadistic boys found it hilarious and not long after Paul’s heart really did begin to race faster than it ever had before. He gazed upwards as the beginning of one big shit emerged from Scott’s hole. Slowly but surely he felt it touch his lips. Unable to move left or right, and his mouth fully wedged open, he took the tip of the shit log into his mouth. The sloppy mess fell on his tongue, and before long his mouth was engorged with the vile excrement.

He panicked realizing this was it. This was the end. He had succumbed to such a low that he barely felt human anymore. He bit into it and chewed the disgusting mess. It had a nutty taste, and a thick, gooey slime coated the outer parts of the shit as he chewed.

Ahh, there we go, dude. Number one out! You hear me, faggot, that’s just the first one. Wait until you see what else I got to give ya.”

Scott’s evil words echoed out in the bathroom while Michael expertly filmed the whole spectacle. Scott’s cock was now rock hard and jutted upwards from his groin. He could have cummed right now while shitting in Paul’s mouth. The thrill it was all giving him was immense his ultimate fantasy had come true.

Paul had never tasted anything so bad in his life. He felt inhumane, degraded, humiliated, worthless, an animal tangled in a web of sick and twisted fantasies of the two teenage boys. He chewed down the remainder of the first log and was horrified to see that the second one currently emitting from Scott’s asshole was much thicker and slimier. Progressively, it fell, slithering into the confines of the twelve-year-old boy’s mouth. Paul began to chew!

“Dude, this is so hot man. Like the best thing ever,” Scott said chuckling to himself.

“And, after he’s done eating his dinner, he can lick you clean too.”

“Sure fucking thing he can,” Scott said agreeing with Michael.

He stood up and turned around gazing down at Paul. He was met with a horrid sight. Tears created valleys through Paul’s shit covered cheeks, lips, and teeth, and still, he had some left to finish in his mouth. Scott completely subdued in this brilliant moment, jerked his cock back and forth. His full balls ached for release, and his cock throbbed with his movements.

Moments later Scott orgasmed and ropes upon ropes of cum flew out of the end of his cock, right onto the cute face of twelve-year-old Paul. Although, all he was now was a shit and piss pig.