My toilet boy, Tommy, has been with me for quite some time now. He's an essential part of my life; a well-trained, obedient slave whose only purpose is to serve me in the most intimate way possible. I've trained him to understand that whenever I have to use the toilet, his mouth becomes my toilet bowl. He's learned to keep his mouth agape at all times, ready for whatever disgusting thing I might decide to unleash upon him.
Today was no different. As I approached the bathroom, I could already feel the weight of both a piss and a shit pressing against my bladder and bowels. I grabbed my trusty funnel and made my way into the room. Tommy was standing there, eyes fixed on me, waiting for his next command. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his cock bounced lightly, ready to be used as a plaything for me.
"All right, Tommy," I said, my voice deep and commanding. "It's time for you to earn your keep."
Tommy nodded submissively, his face forming a mixture of fear and excitement as he knew what was about to happen.
I uncapped the funnel and positioned it over his open mouth. The anticipation was killing me, and I couldn't wait to see that beautiful stream of piss shoot out. As I begin to pee, I watched as Tommy's face turned into a river of yellow liquid. His tongue darted out tentatively, trying to catch any errant drops that might escape the funnel. He swallowed hard, taking every single drop into his willing body.
But my need didn't stop there. As soon as I was done pissing, I felt the urge to defecate. The pressure in my ass built up rapidly, and I knew I was going to unload a massive load of shit. Grunting with the effort, I pushed out a huge turd that would've made any toddler proud. The stench was overwhelming, even to me, but Tommy remained steadfast and opened his mouth even wider to accommodate the mess I was about to unleash into it.
Without ceremony or further instructions, Tommy began to suck and lick at my turd, lapping up every last bit of foul matter that had gathered around my asshole. I watched, fascinated, as his tongue worked tirelessly to get every last morsel into his mouth. It was both repulsive and strangely arousing, seeing this beautiful boy reduced to such a state of utter humiliation.
When I was finally done, I pulled the funnel out of his mouth and surveyed my handiwork. Tommy's face was smeared with a mix of piss and shit, his lips glistening with the remnants of my excrement. He looked up at me, eyes brimming with tears, silently begging for my approval. And what else could I do but give it to him?
"Very good, Tommy," I said, smacking his cheek affectionately. "You're a good boy, aren't you?"
"Yes, Master," he mumbled, tongue darting out to taste the remnants on his lips. "May I please clean you now?"
I laughed, shaking my head in amusement. "Not yet, my dear Tommy. You've only just begun to serve me. Now, go and wait in the shower until I'm ready for you."
As he turned towards the bathroom, his relieved smile caught my eye. He had no idea what else I had planned for him. But whatever it was, he would do it with one goal in mind: to make his Master happy, no matter how degrading or humiliating the task might be.
With that thought in mind, I stepped away from the toilet, feeling a sense of power course through my veins. My toilet boy was truly mine, and I would use every inch of him until he was nothing but a messy, filthy shell of his former self. And then, maybe, just maybe, I would find a new purpose for him. It was an intoxicating thought, one that filled me with a strange mix of excitement and nausea.
But for now, I contented myself with the satisfaction of knowing that Tommy was waiting for me, ready and willing to please in any way I desired.
