Once upon a time, in a large school building, there was a student who walked through the hallways alone. He was often shunned by his classmates and even teachers, as he seemed to be the target of vicious bullies. The boy tried his best to hide the fact that he was a scat-loving masochist who secretly enjoyed being treated like shit.
As the school day dragged on, the boy patiently waited for the moment he had been anticipating all day: the dismissal bell ringing and his fellow classmates using him as their personal toilet. He knew that this was going to be an especially rewarding day, and he couldn't wait to be used again.
When the last class finally ended, he anxiously walked over to the door, eagerly waiting for his regular classmate to come by and use him. After a few tense moments, she finally appeared, still wearing her school uniform but with a mischievous grin on her face. Without saying a word, she grabbed him by his neck and dragged him into their classroom.
Without breaking stride, she pulled off her panties and hovered her moist, juicy bare ass right over his face. The boy could feel his heart race as he prepared himself for what was about to happen. He opened his mouth wide in anticipation, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth like a dog waiting for a treat.
With a grunt, the girl pushed out an aromatic spice-rich creamy brown goo down into his open mouth, making him chew and suck down all the fresh sticky shit. The boy couldn't believe the intense pleasure he was experiencing. He moaned loudly as he savored every sweet and salty flavor.
Just as he was about to ask for more, his wicked teacher, who had been watching from the sidelines, walked over to him. He immediately plastered on a fake frown, fearing what she might do to him if she found out about his secret life.
The teacher bent down over his face and began to push out her asshole with all her might. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts, she only managed to produce a couple of tender slivers of brown shit, which fell on the floor next to the secret scat boy.
Displeased with his failure to catch her shit, she furiously flogged him with a riding crop, demanding that he eat the fallen slivers of sweet-scented shit off the floor like a good class toilet. The boy, who had been expecting this treatment, gladly obliged. He crawled across the floor, his tongue darting out to collect every last morsel of his teacher's precious feces.
As he lapped up the last of the delicious shit, he looked up at his teacher, a contented smile on his face. Today had been an especially gratifying day for the secret scat boy class toilet.
