Aaron

A slim toilet pig from Denver reblogging the things that I find hot especially piss and shit | Any Masters or Sirs in the area who need to take a dump or piss message me and we can have a nice session Sirs

[ilovbondage]

I absolutely love these images I’m still on the hunt for Master Top that willing and able to make this for real to store me tightly immobilized inside for as long as possible I can and I am willing and able to travel

[rubberobject6674]

I need this to happens to me as well! It does not matter how far I have to travel because I seriously need to be exactly like this.

[fagmaster]

Oh you think its too big faggot? Don’t worry, I know its too big, but you’re gonna take it anyway if you like it or not. Eventually you’ll be begging for my cock.

[subfagslut]

(via fagmaster)

Yes Sir

[cumdumpmatt]

(via subfagslut)

[slimhungryholeboy]

(via cumdumpmatt)

[theshackler]

@trikoot

[darkelement71]

Beneath the Rubber

You wear rubber because it’s black, shiny and tight and it feels so good. You don’t know why, you just know it does. You need that rubber to cover every inch of your pathetic body, for it to cling tightly every part of your skin. Every sensation is magnified, every touch is like being stroked by a demon. You never want to remove the rubber, you want to sleep in it, live in it, experience everything in it. You need a man to force you to stay in rubber forever, to keep you locked, to keep the rubber locked and chained on. You need it, you need to be forced to wear it forever, feeling it getting tighter and tighter every hour. You don’t want ordinary skin, you want layers of rubber compressing you into ecstasy with no way out.

And you want just your holes exposed, nose, anus, penis and mouth. Then you want men to insert themselves into you, to become a rubber slut. Everything rubbered except for your holes, and you want men, any man to use you. You want their come in every one of your holes, even your nose, you want that filled with come too, don’t you?

But you need more, you want mens shit to cover your skin underneath the rubber. You want to feel that warm, soft, filthy male waste covering your entire body. That layer of warm, sticky, stinking brown filth to cover every inch of you. You want layers of black rubber to compress it in to your skin. You feel worthless and being covered in male shit is all you desire. Knowing you’re just a subhuman rubber covered turd is what you live for and desire the most. You know you have no other purpose than to exist as a rubber toilet for men, and only men. You need to know that the shit won’t ever be removed and you’ll forever smell of mens shit. Knowing that rubber forces that shit all over your disgusting body is what makes you hard. Knowing you’re not only covered in mens shit, but covered in rubber and that rubber is locked and chained on permanently. So there’s no way out, no escape and no way back.

And you know you want to have a pipe attached to your rubber mouth and have shit pumped into it every single minute. A pipe that will feed you the shit of anonymous men, endlessly, all day, every day. You want to feel that warmth and filth in your mouth. You want to endlessly gulp it down filling your entire digestive system.You need to know that’s all you exist for, is to be fed shit. Every inch of your insides, from mouth to anus is other mens shit, and every inch of your outsides is other mens shit. You need this so badly. You want to exist purely as a rubber toilet pipe for men.

That’s how worthless you feel. You don’t want to think, or exist in the modern world. You want to live in darkness, in rubber, as a shit coated, rubber covered, sub human toilet. Not just for a few hours but forever. Locked in with no way out.

(hope you enjoyed that! Drop me a like or a follow, if you get chance, and remember to experience as much as you desire when you walk this earth - always consensual of course)

[raunchbuds]

[kuklapootblr]

Open wide, you fucking useless pathetic faggot. Accept your stinking gift from the superior man above you. You don’t deserve this honor and privilege. Eat shit.

[zombietoilets2234]

Lucky fag

[dildoinmyass]

[spunk4some]

Ha! PERFECT!!

[lbb-52]

Ride it 🍆

[cloudsnvrgetold]

Cloudsnvrgetold

[saintlysttt]

[avenomousflower]

Hector walked with light steps, careful to avoid making too much noise. He held a hand to the stone wall, recalling having been told that he should always do so if ever he was in such a situation. He had never expected this to happen to him, had never even considered the possibility.

It had been a hard life on the streets of Crete, begging for scraps and huddling for shelter when it was cold, or wet. It hardly seemed fair that he should be punished for trying to survive. He had taken a crust of bread, only enough to keep himself from starving, and had been thrown in front of the king to face judgement. He had been washed and oiled and perfumed, and thrown to his consequence.

Ever since the Bull had been born, punishment had become stricter and more common. Once he would have gotten a slap on the wrist, maybe a little compensatory labor, and then would be free to go. But the Bull of Minos demanded sacrifice, and criminals had been the obvious choice.

The labyrinth walls were rough on his fingertips. Each faint footstep echoed through the halls.

Hector steeled himself, willed himself to be brave.

But he was young, and alone, and each step brought him closer to the labyrinth’s end, and to his own.

On he walked for what felt like hours, turning corners and frustrating himself at dead ends, doubling back and trying new paths. There was an element of relief at each failed passage, but also a pang of disappointment; he would live for another moment, but was forced to prolong his own torment.

The deep and resonant sound of heavy breathing began to tug at him after some time. His journey neared its end.

The sound grew louder as he walked, laboured and consistent.

A final turn brought him to the Minotaur’s chamber.

The masculine smell of musk sat heavy on the air. The growling drone of weighty breaths reverberated in his bones.

It was seated at the far side of the room, head bowed. Its arms were as thick as tree trunks, its stomach swollen, completely naked save for a scrap of cloth covering its manhood. Its head was the furred black of a bull, two broken horns crowning it.

It looked up at Hector, black eyes twinkling in the dark, thoughtful.

The Bull of Minos rose from its rest, and took a deliberate step toward the young man. There was no aggression in its movement, but a curiosity and a gentleness.

Hector had sometimes heard the philosophers as they debated and deliberated, discussing their theories and concepts. A recent one was Fight or Flight; the idea that when threatened, mankind reacted like animals, with aggression or by fleeing.

Hector found that neither had applied to him now. He froze in place like a man petrified by a gorgon.

The Minotaur took Hector in its hands, calloused and broad, and inhaled his scent. It seemed to inspect him, sizing him up and taking his stock. He knew that criminals were sent to be sacrificed, but knew not the form that this sacrifice would take.

The Minotaur was gentle as it lowered him from his feet, bringing him to rest on his back on a pile of cloth. It seemed to have made a decision, had come to some conclusion about him. It came down to its knees, using a hand to part Hector’s oiled thighs, and the boy complied.

He could feel the swelling bulge beneath the thin fabric at the Minotaur’s crotch, and he found himself wanting.

The horror of the creature was eclipsed by how aggressively masculine it was; it looked like a man, it smelled like a man, and the rough hands on his thigh and waist asserted that it felt like a man, too.

Hector whimpered ever so slightly when two of the Bull’s slick fingers slipped inside him. It let out a huff as it did so, its breath hot on Hector’s face. Hesitantly, he reached out, taking the beast by its waist and pulling it toward him.

He did not know if it could speak, or how it thought, but it understood him. Its fingers gently slipped from within him, and it pressed the tip of its cock to the tight, oiled pucker of his hole.

The monster was a surprisingly gentle lover, carefully rocking back and forth, applying slightly more pressure each time it pressed against his entrance. An exhalation turned into a moan as the head entered him, his moan turning to a whine of pleasure as it pulled back and then pushed forward again, sinking a little deeper, stretching him a little wider.

Hector spread his thighs further apart, and the Minotaur pressed the weight of its stomach onto him, skin to skin.

It pressed its lips to his throat as it sunk the full length of itself inside the boy, throbbing inside him. It was still for a moment as though enjoying the tightness, the wetness, the warmth, and then it slowly and softly began to thrust.

Hector whimpered and whined, digging his fingernails into the skin of the beast’s back, pulling it closer, holding it tighter, inviting all of it inside him.

It pumped within him, breaths growing deeper and more erratic, nearing its climax.

“Finish within me,” Hector breathed, uncertain if the beast understood him, and uncaring. “Make me yours.”

The moment struck him like lightning from Olympus as it thrust roughly, burying itself within him, throbbing inside him, spilling itself into the hot, wet darkness.

The Bull breathed deeply, panting, and Hector panted below it.

They lay together for a time, breathing quietly, the Bull growing soft and slipping out of the young man.

After what felt like an age, it rose to look him in the eye, that thoughtful, inspecting gleam having returned. It watched him for a while before it leaned back down toward him.

It took the back of his head in one hand, a tender motion, and brought its lips toward him.

He thought for a moment that it meant to kiss him, before its mouth opened and he understood.

Its breath was hot, but not unpleasant. The cavern of its gullet opened to welcome him.

The Bull was gentle, tender, as it guided his head toward its mouth, teeth grazing along the skin of his face, tongue wet below his chin. He closed his eyes, embracing his punishment with a strange serenity.

Its throat was tight around his head, its lips now working down to his shoulders, arms pinned to his side. The flesh of the throat rippled around him, strong muscles guiding him deeper. The heat and wetness washed over him, lips moving down to his waist.

The muscles parted around him as his head entered the beast’s stomach, gravity doing most of the work now to pull him deeper. He naturally curled around himself, his feet wriggling as it took all of him inside it, the cool air outside pulled away as it closed its mouth around them.

All of him was inside the Bull’s stomach now, wrapped around himself foetally. He felt the impression of strong hands feeling about his form, taking his measurement from outside.

There came the deep and resonant sound of a belch that constricted the stomach walls around him and permeated through the flesh.

The beast’s hands stopped inspecting him now and rubbed at him instead, kneading him, enjoying the satisfaction of a filling meal. Hector considered now that this would end only in digestion, suspected that the rubbing might have been an effort to stimulate the process, but it was too late now to worry on such things.

This was his life now, his home, his purpose.

He had given the Minotaur permission to own him, and that was what it had done.

His fate was intimately tied to the beast’s digestive processes now, and he made his peace with that.

Hector raised a hand to press on the wet flesh of the beast’s stomach lining, and the beast met his hand with its own. He may have been foolish, or mad, but he couldn’t help but feel that there was a connection between them, a deep and personal intimacy. The Minotaur had taken his virginity, and he wondered if he had taken its own.

The breathing grew deeper, more steady, and he realised after a time that the beast had fallen asleep, hands still pressed lovingly to the bulge that he made in its stomach. Hector closed his eyes, allowing sleep to take him too, and he went to his final slumber amid gurgling and squelching, the walls of the stomach working over him, preparing him for digestion.

[bearsshitinthewoods]

Bears Shit in the Woods

[zombietoilets2234]

God damn that beautiful

[0penh0le4u-deactivated20150508]

Using my hollow plug to shit in a condom…

efficient

[raunchbuds]

now use the filled condom to jack off with… the warmth, texture and scent is heavenly hot!

[dr3cks4u]

[raunchysub-deactivated20190115]

20 Ways to Use Shit Pigs and Scat Fags

Scat. Although it’s a near-universal “limit” for most Men and fags alike, the truth is: Even those who insist “no scat” have fantasized about it at some point or another — even if they’re not willing to admit it out loud. Here’s another truth: Whether they’re “into” it or not is irrelevant. The reality is that superior Alpha Men have a right to use inferior faggots however they wish, and to have everything about them — everything on their bodies, and everything from their bodies — worshipped by said faggots. Although it can be erotic for some, there doesn’t have to be anything sexual about it. Ultimately, it’s about power, control, hierarchy and the natural, biological order between Men and fags. Every Man should therefore be open to the idea of having a toilet fag (if only for the purpose of relieving His bodily functions), and every fag must be prepared for the day that they must answer the call of toilet duty. For some, that day may never come. For others, it may have already passed. Either way, it’s in the spirit of that day that i answer the numerous requests i’ve received on this topic from my followers by presenting the following list of 20 ways to use shit pigs and scat fags:

Go a few days without showering and minimal to no wiping, then make Your faggot sniff — and then clean — Your dirty shithole.

Wear the same pair of white briefs for a week or several weeks. When the inside of them is more yellow and brown than white, make Your faggot suck on Your skidmarks and shit stains to get all the flavor out of them.

Take a shit. Instead of wiping, finger Your dirty hole, then wipe it on Your faggot’s upper lip. Let Your shit swipe dry there so the fag can smell Your stink in his nostrils all day long.

Sit on the toilet and make Your faggot suck Your cock while You take a dump. This is called a blumpkin. Enjoy it. Then, after, sit on Your faggot’s face and use his tongue as toilet paper.

Take a shit. Fish Your turd out of the toilet and use it like a marker to write “faggot” or “pig” on Your faggot’s forehead.

Collect a pair of Your faggot’s underwear. Take a shit in them. Make him wear them either while he services You, while he does chores for You or while he’s out running errands. Feeling Your warm shit in his fag-orifices will be a strange and exciting sensation.

Shit into a plastic sandwich baggy. Place the baggy into Your faggot’s facecunt with the opening taped to the outside of his mouth. Then, tape the faggot’s mouth shut, completely covering both his facepussy and the opening of the sandwich baggy. Proceed to fuck the faggot, spank him, edge him — anything that doesn’t require his mouth. While You use the rest of his body for Your pleasure, he’ll remain hopelessly fixated on the bag of shit in his mouth. He won’t taste it, but he’ll feel it. And it will make him feel pathetic.

Take a shit in the toilet. Make Your faggot bob for Your turds like apples.

Order Your faggot to hold his hands out, cupped, like a beggar begging for food. Shit into his hands. Order him to masturbate in front of You while You watch, using Your shit as lube.

Take a shit on Your faggot’s chest. Use your hands to smear it onto his face and body, like bodypaint. Or, make the faggot do the smearing himself.

Sit on the faggot’s face and order him to give You a rimjob. Eventually, sit down firmly and start shitting. You can warn him first, if You like. Or not. Either way, make him eat it.

Stretch Your faggot’s hole. Use your fingers, fist, cock, toys — whatever it takes to get it loose, open and gaping. Take a shit, then “re-pack” it into Your faggot’s hole, which should be loose enough to smuggle Your turds in. You can use a turkey baster or similar implement to assist You if necessary.

Invite some buddies over. Each of You take a shit on a plate. Blindfold Your faggot, given him a fork or spoon, and make him take a bite from each plate. It’s a blind taste test, and he must correctly match each turd to its owner. If he fails, he will be punished severely. Perhaps he has to eat the entire plate of shit that he guessed incorrectly, for instance. Or perhaps You will just beat him. It’s up to You and Your buddies!

Take a shit in Your faggot’s shoes. Make him go for a walk around the block.

Take a shit into a popsicle mold, or an ice cube tray. Freeze it. Next time Your faggot is over, make him lick the frozen treat — the “poopsicle” — You’ve made for him. (This works especially well when You have loose stools.)

Make Your faggot demonstrate proper blowjob technique on one of Your turds. (This works especially well when You have a hard, firm stool.)

Give Yourself an enema; release Your shitwater all over Your faggot’s body and/or face. Tell him You’re baptizing him.

Fuck Your faggot’s dirty, shit-filled cunt, then make him suck Your dirty cock clean.

Make Your faggot dinner. Substitute Your shit for one of the main ingredients. Make him eat and enjoy.

Harvest one of Your turds from the toilet, wrap it in plastic wrap, then freeze it. When it’s frozen and firm, use it as a dildo and fuck Your faggot with it. Or, make Your faggot fuck himself with it while You watch. If You like, You can save several turds and pack them together to form a bigger dildo.

[tomincali]

#13. Fuck Yes.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#269

“C’mon in. Don’t be embarrassed. When we were talking in the bar, I told you that I’m looking for a service boy and servant, this is what I am talking about. I want to be comfortable throughout my day. I don’t plan on hiding anything due to some social norm, nor do I want to. You’re just going to have to deal with it. You can start to deal by kneeling in front of me, knees spread, with your head bowed….

“Last night you mentioned that when you were discharged from the Navy a couple of weeks ago, that you felt lost with no direction. Hell, you barely have a roof over your head. I took you home to see how well you take my cock. Well, not good. Not surprising considering how thick my cock is. You will need training—lot of it. Starting with, when I place you in a position, keep it. My cock in your ass needs to be at the right angle to give me the most pleasure. You will need to quit fidgeting. Just go with it.

“What impresses me about you is how you naturally fit into the servant role. Keep that mindset up. Clearly that comes from your time in the Navy. If you have been one of those pushy bottoms, —or what do they call them now, power bottoms,—it would not have ended well.

“Like I told you last night, I served 12 years as a captain. I can tell you that the time in service to the country never leaves you. You need to harness that continued willingness to submit to authority. Channel it. Let it serve you here. I will require nothing less. I’ve been looking for a boy that will carry out my orders without question, just like in the Navy.

“Last night you demonstrated that. Is that something you can live with on a permanent basis? You want to service me 24/7?...

“Good! Let’s start off by understanding that I am always in control of every aspect of my life: from my home to my consulting work, to my motorcycles, to my cigars, and to the boys I fuck.

“Inhale deeply. That’s from this cigar I was gifted by a client. It’s supposedly from a private collection of an exclusive maker. It tastes like shit. It’s a good thing we are in the toilet. The smoke has a better smell.

“You are inhaling deeply. That’s good. What do you know about cigars, other than it makes your wang hard when a real man smokes one sitting on the can in front of you?... Figured. You will be required to be educated in every aspect. I need a boy who will manage my collection. I want you to be to the point that you can recommend a smoke based on my mood and what I am doing, like what goes well with an afternoon scotch or what goes well on a bike run or even what cigar goes well with a blumpkin.

“Do you know what a blumpkin is? It’s when a man gets blown while he’s using the toilet. Yeah, move your mouth here. Reach in and pull my cock out. Get to work. I’m going to enjoy whatever I can out of this rather bland cigar.

“I expect a blumpkin every time I sit on the toilet. I want you to get to the point where you believe that my shit don’t stink. I’m not into shit, so don’t worry about that.

“Now, what you are wearing is all you will wear around here. Just a tightly fit T-shirt, cropped just above the pubic line. That’s referred to as ‘shirtcocking,’ that is wearing a shirt that does not hide your exposed pecker and ass. It gives me uncovered access to my toys when I want to. Yes, they do belong to me. I’m not going to put you in a chastity cage. There’s no way I am going to cover up such a beautiful cock, or that perfect ass. I have an at home gym in the basement, you will maintain your physique and ass. Every day, I want to see your ripped lean body filling out that shirt with a plump meaty fuckable ass exposed underneath it. I’m going to get you a script for Cialis, I want you to have a perpetual hard-on, or at least be semi-hard, throughout the day.

“Yes, you will be able to play with yourself, but no cumming without me allowing it. Pretty much the only time that that usually happens when my spent sloppy deflating cock is being cleaned off in your mouth. You still will need permission though, but that’s the best time to ask, pretty much the only time

“Speaking of cleaning, your job is to clean this place spotless. I will break out the white glove from time to time. You will cook. I want this house to run as smooth as if we were both back in the Navy. You will treat me like the officer I am. That includes saluting me. I expect a full sharp salute from you, none of this pansy-assed shit I see out there.

“Oh man, your mouth feels good. You are doing a better job on all fours in front of me than you did last night. Open your throat, I need to take a piss…. Also, I don’t usually announce when I do that. I mean why would a man walk up to a porcelain urinal and announce he’s going to piss in it?... You’ve drank piss before, haven’t you?... I knew it. You will need to fill me in on the details of that. Later.

“Fuck boy. You really are a natural at this. I would never have guessed it from last night. You were a bit drunk. Well you don’t have to worry about that. You will not drink alcohol from this point on, unless it’s in the form of my piss.

“While I am thinking of you in the bar last night, I saw you cruising the bathroom frequently. That’s going to stop. I am in control of you. I’ll decide later if it will be full monogamy from you, or partial with the caveat that I decide who and when. Get this, monogamy to me is not a two way street. I will certainly not be monogamous to you, bring boys home to fuck whenever I feel like. You will not only accept it, but you will welcome it.

“No fucking jealousy. In fact, I want you turned on to me satisfying my pleasure. Your hole should pucker every time you know I am balls deep in another boy’s ass. And after he leaves, I want you to beg to clean his juices off my cock, no matter how nasty.

“Speaking of nasty. You can stop with the blumpkin. You did well with that.

“Lay on your back. I’m ready for the clean-up. Every blumpkin ends with you eating my ass clean. I control the fiber in my diet enough so that I don’t require toilet paper, and wiping is merely a courtesy. So I should be clean. But if not, don’t mention it. Instead put that tongue to good use and clean me up.”

[stogiebear]

Keep sucking while I take a huge dump.

[tomincali]

Yes, Sir! I'll bet it smells fantastic.

[procurandodedalo]

[brutalrules]

Excerpt from “PRIDE” by Gengoroh Tagame

[yourmasterlandini-deactivated20]

[justfornow12345]

Would be honoured to help a Man offset their carbon carbon footprint.

[wet-work-wear]

This pig advertises with his rubber shirt his career purpose and highest goal in life:  “To be used as someone’s shit toilet and piss urinal.”  Wow !  Good for this pig.  He found his purpose in life !  Oink Oink  We should all be like this pig !