Cosmo squirmed helplessly beneath his two mistresses, his eyes darting back and forth between their asses. He couldn't believe how smothered he felt, with Miss Medea's thick thighs pinning down each of his shoulders and her arse resting tantalizingly close to his mouth. The scent of her shit was strong, but it only served to remind him how badly he desired their twisted affection.
Miss Yara stood over them, a cocktail of excrement ready to fill him from the inside out. Her chubby cheeks quivering as she clutched her backside tightly, squeezing out every ounce of her filth.
"Get ready, slave," Miss Yara purred, her tone both threatening and seductive. Cosmo parted his lips obediently, his tongue ready to take in her wondrous payload. With a grunt, she shoved the first warm, sloppy log into his mouth, and he couldn't help but moan around it. It tasted dirty but incredible, and he longed for more.
Miss Medea took advantage of his distraction, lowering her own bare arsehole down onto his chest. Her thick thighs squeezed him tightly, trapping him under her weight. He could feel her roughened skin moving against his own, rubbing her faeces into him.
Suddenly, Miss Medea pushed a sausage into his mouth. It was hard and salty, the taste of his mistress's pussy flooding his senses. He loved it, but then she shoved something even harder and more unforgiving between his teeth.
"I'm not finished shitting just yet, slave," she growled, her voice deep and rumbling. Cosmo whimpered in anticipation as he felt her bum shift against him, relishing in the warmth and fullness of her body.
Without warning, Miss Yara pulled her log of faeces from his mouth, reminding him of her power over him. Cosmo whimpered again, nervously licking his lips as he waited for what would come next.
"You're going to be a toilet tonight," Miss Yara chuckled, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "And it looks like you're going to get a double dose of fresh ass to breathe in."
Before he could protest, Miss Yara forced his head between Miss Medea's legs, opening him up to her sphincter. The scent was overpowering, making him quiver with excitement and dread.
"You're so horny, slave," Miss Medea purred, her voice dripping with cruel seduction. "You can't even control yourself when you're supposed to be enjoying our lovely gifts. Maybe this will teach you a lesson."
With that, she began to hold back, her asshole clenching tight around Cosmo's tongue. Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt himself about to cum, but he knew he was at their mercy. He wanted this, needed this, no matter how humiliating or painful it might be.
Finally, Miss Medea gave in, releasing a hot, steaming turd into his waiting mouth. Cosmo took it greedily, sucking and licking at the delicious taste of his mistress's filth. She let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back against his chest as he focused on pleasing her.
As the night wore on, Cosmo lost track of time beneath the weight of their filth and the intensity of their pleasure. The two mistresses took turns filling his mouth, his arse, and sometimes even his own hands with their excrement. It was a twisted dance of dominance and submission, and he was addicted to every second of it.
By the end of the night, Cosmo was a writhing, sobbing mess. His body ached from being used and abused, but there was nowhere else he'd rather be. As Miss Yara and Miss Medea finally let him clean himself with his own tongue, he vowed that he would never be satisfied by anything less than their perverse form of affection.
From that day forward, Cosmo lived only to please his two mistresses, enduring whatever depravity they chose to visit upon him. He was their loyal toilet, their willing receptacle for their filth, and he would never dream of asking for more.
