As Sylvester's sphincter clenched tightly around his dinner, he couldn't help but groan in pain. He had watched Mistress Vivian London proudly display every intimate detail of her home-cooked red curry routine on social media. And now, an hour later, the hot, spicy flavors mixed with the sudden urge to evacuate caused his asshole to feel like it was on fire.
He tried his best to contain the impulse to shit, but the sharp pangs grew too intense. With a heavy sigh and a jolt of nervous anticipation, Sylvester hit the lavatory. Once he was securely positioned on the toilet seat, his ass burning with every passing moment, his eyes trained on the camera as if drawn in by Mistress Vivian's magnetism.
Despite the obvious discomfort, Sylvester couldn't tear his gaze away from that perfectly round, supple behind. If only he could capture it in all its glory, perhaps he could bask in her magnificence forever. But for now, all he could do was watch as Mistress Vivian's anus bulged and contracted like a living, breathing entity, leaking small amounts of watery feces between its rhythmic contractions.
With every exhale, another wave of pressure seemed to wash over him - a sensation akin to being stretched and filled at once. It was almost unbearable as he tried to hold on until finally, after what felt like an eternity, he felt something soft and slippery slide out.
"There it is!" he exclaimed in relief, swallowing thickly as he watched the small domino of shit tumble onto the porcelain beneath him. But just as quickly as that first piece had emerged, an even firmer lump pushed against his sphincter, demanding release.
Sylvester groaned loudly this time, his body trembling with the effort to hold back against the onslaught of nerves and instinct. Finally, with a grunt of satisfaction, the main load slid out of him - a thick, steaming log of shit that splattered against the water and clung to his bare skin.
The aftershocks were quick to follow - a series of smaller, softer plops as his anus gave way once more. Each one leaving him feeling increasingly spent and relieved. But as he gazed at the camera, he knew that this was not the end. He would have to endure this intense fire in his ass every time he ate, as long as he would never forget Mistress Vivian London and the intoxicating power she held over him.
