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Five years ago, I became a luxury toilet for a 28-year-old billionaire CEO. He was known to me only as Master or ShitMaster, as he fed me all of my meals through his muscular ass and butthole.

My Master is a towering giant stallion, standing at 8 feet tall and possessing incredible muscles that are evenly coated with a thin layer of fat, giving him a voluptuous appearance.

He stood tall and broad, like a statue of Hercules or Adonis. His body was that of a wrestling jock, with bulging chest muscles, taut belly, and sturdy legs that resembled milky-white tree trunks.

A long oily horsecock measuring 12 inches in length swung from the bottom of his v-line, with a glistening round head perpetually glazed with testosterone-rich precum. His swinging balls were full and covered in wiry black hair, with a greasy shine on his scrotum. His ample urethra could accommodate gallons of thick, slimey cumloads as well as high-pressurized torrents of steaming yellow piss.

His face could have been carved by an ancient sculptor - Adonic, Herculean and handsome, his dark curly hair styled by the most expensive hairstylists. His armpits had a dark musky scent to them.

He had a voluptuous bubble butt, like two large and round globes of perfectly creamy flesh, supple and jiggly, growing hairier and stinkier as they tapered down his deep cavernous buttcrack.

And hidden deep within a crevice between his round booty cheeks was his large anal opening, pink and ripe with the smell of rancid farts marinating inside, round and plump like a flesh donut, wrinkled and glistening like a tight balloon-knot.

His ample asscheeks rarely allowed for any exposure to fresh air or light for his butthole. The constant heat and moisture from his flatulence prevented any coolness from reaching his anus, except when he ceremoniously peeled apart his large buttcheeks, revealing the fiery belching hole to my trapped face.

His buttocks created a dark and humid environment that made it difficult to get any relief from the stifling heat and sulfuric smells emanating from within.

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First, my limbs were surgically removed, leaving me as a helpless torso. Then I was impaled on a dildo-shaped hollow tube that served as both a means of removing my waste after consuming from my Master's anus and also stimulating my prostate to condition me to sexually enjoy the taste, smell, and texture of his fecal matter. Just like Pavlov's dogs, I was being trained to be sexually aroused by my Master's repulsive diarrhea.

An automatic fleshlight was also connected to my crotch and would activate whenever the toilet lid was opened, edging and milking me until my glans became painfully sensitive. Sometimes I couldn't control myself and ended up ejaculating during these disgusting moments, only for the fleshlight to continue stroking me as I recovered.

The fleshlight was turned on only while my Master was pooping, and stopped immediatley when his dump was finished and he stood up to wipe his muddy crack with my hair.

This meant that I could be in the middle of an agonizing edging session when suddenly my Master casually decided his big booty had no more droplets of acidic excrement to give me, and switched off the suction machine. Leaving me aching in darkness.

As a torso trapped in a concrete box in Master's extravagant villa, I had no limbs and relied on him for sustenance. And with the amount he ate (due to his heavy diet and expensive dinner dates). I ended up consuming at least six giant dumps per day.

Before becoming a toilet, I subsisted on trashy bachelor meals like frozen dinners and ramen noodels, leaving me weak and underfed. Under Master's care, I enjoyed fillet mignon, sushi, Fleur Burger 5000s, wagyu beef, white truffles, and eggs benedict - all squirted out of Master's asshole after he finished eating and digesting them for me.

Though it was an honor to be fed such lavish meals from his body, they always ended up having a bitter rotten taste once they were pushed back out of his smelly shithole.

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I am imprisoned underground, a mere toilet enclosed in a concrete box with only a heavy lid on top. Hidden away until my Master plops his plump rear onto my face six times daily to feed me his noxious farts and diarrheic waste. He doesn't even acknowledge my existence anymore, using me without a second thought, although his large horsecock still throbs during my torture, at the back of his mind he revels in the knowledge of what he subjects me to many times a day .?

My days were spent in darkness. But every so often, I would be awakened by the sound of Master's thunderous hoofsteps, signaling that it was time for him to take his morning dump, or his after-lunch dump, or his afternoon dump, or his dump before bed.

Master's buisness meals were always the most lavish and extravagant, ranging from the finest steaks to the most delicate sushi. But they always seemed to leave his asshole tasting like the same nightmarish slop. His mammoth dumps were always a testament to his immense size and strength, filling my mouth-receptacle to the brim.

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I awake from a dream of a better life, only to find myself in the oppressive dark reality of my toilet-home.

Master enters and effortlessly lifts the heavy toilet lid, exposing my pale and emaciated face at the bottom of the bowl.

As he turns around, his plump rear comes down on my face, filling the small concrete enclosure with the stench of his powerful flatulence as his ass opens up and buttfunk steams out into my chamber. His ample cheeks covers my source of light once again, trapping all of his noxious gas inside my toilet-prison.

Every time Master sat down upon me, I would be consumed by the warmth and slimeyness of his naked inner-ass flesh, the smell of his sweat and the pungent odor of his past-excretions.

He never wiped properly. It was hard to wipe anyway with how deep and plump his cheeks were.

I would hear him muttering to himself, chuckling evily, sometimes playing on his phone or making important buisness deals while on the toilet, completely absorbed in his own thoughts, and I would tremble in fear, knowing that I was nothing more than a mere suckhole for his worst bodily waste.

A robotic female voice echoes through my box each time my Master opens the lid, it is sensor activated by Master's asscheeks. It often awakes me from my slumber.

"Good morning, slave," she says mechanically. "Master is ready for his morning bowel movement. Don't forget to swallow every last drop of his Executive Meal and clean his Executive ShitHole with your tongue."

My Master settles onto the toilet, spreading his thick thighs and puffing on a Cuban cigar as he releases his oily stool from his pulsating asshole.

It's a satisfying dump, made up of rich and indulgent meals from the previous night, aided by the nicotine in the cigar to relax his anal muscles.

His bubblebutt creates an airtight seal around the toilet's hole, trapping me in a cloud of putrid fart gas while he basks in the aroma of cigar smoke mixed with his own sweat and hairy buttocks.

The air was heavy with the stench of foul gas and buttfunk, and a sense of dread washed over me as I lay trapped between my Master's massive buttocks. He had always been a domineering figure in his business life, but now I experienced his power in a way that no one else had - confined and helpless within the humid, musky confines of his backside.

My Master's skin glistened with a layer of sweat, droplets trickling down his long, muscular back. His strong arms flexed and rippled as he moved, his biceps resembling tree trunks and his forearms like bars of steel.

Each breath caused his broad chest to heave, revealing the firm muscles pulsating beneath the surface. It was clear that this was a particularly hefty bowel movement, as it stretched his anal opening to its elastic limits.

I felt small and insignificant compared to my Master's powerful physique, and his powerful turds, my own torso appearing thin and feeble next to his.

I cough and choke, struggling to breathe as i suck up the noxious anal fumes. The robot voice inside the toilet speaks up, reminding me of my duty.

"Swallow every drop of his Executive Meal and lick his Executive Shithole clean."

With some effort, Masters' tight anus slicks opens up and releases a heavy SBD gasbomb with strings of slimey mucus connecting his asslips together. The stench is overwhelming as it heralds the arrival of his large morning bowel movement... and my torturous breakfast. Master grunts.

I shut my eyes tightly and brace for impact as the massive brown mamba snake of poop slithers out of Master's pulsating anus, filling my wide open mouth with its evil shittyness.

My mouth hangs open, trying to consume it all in one gulp, trying to focus on the remnants of the lavish meals Master had eaten the night before. The small pieces of undigested wagyu fat trapped inside his sloppy excrement were the closest thing to a delicacy I could hope for.

I tried to savor them, using my tongue to pick them out from his giant turd, searching for any remnants of corn or other bits that his powerful digestive system hadn't completely destroyed into a mushy mess of shitty slurry misery.

As his waste continues to flow into me, I can feel the texture of it coating my tongue, the sensation both repulsive and addictive. I begin to savor the taste of the food he's consumed, focusing on the texture and flavor of the dishes he's enjoyed.

I take one last deep breath before swallowing the remainder of his waste and begin to lick his asshole clean.?

I feel the warmth of his thick, muscular buttcheeks enveloping me, the scent of his expensive cologne mingling with the aroma of the food he's eaten. I know that I must swallow everything that comes out of him; it is my duty.

His bowels pour out a sloppy mound of steaming waste onto my face, the putrid smell of it making me gag and choke. I force myself to open my mouth again, knowing that I must swallow every drop of his "executive meal" and lick his drooling, stinking anal cavity clean.

I taste the remnants of his feast on my tongue, the rich flavors of gourmet dishes, the pungent aftertaste of the champagne he's consumed. I try to focus on these tastes, blocking out the overpowering stench of his shit as it flows into my mouth.

As I swallow in silence, Master positions his thick cockhead over the toilet bowl and lets out a satisfying stream of hot morning piss onto my face.

The sound echoes against the porcelain basin, making me involuntarily gag as I scrunch my nose against the pungent smell of his urine. Despite the humiliating act, I am keenly aware of the power dynamic at play.

With each mouthful of his piss, I am reminded of my obedience and utter degradation. As I lower my head further, relishing the taste of his bitter piss washing away some of the muddy skidmarks on my tongue, I feel completely under his control.?

Master sighs at the added pleasure of releasing his bowels as well as his bladder, blissfully unaware of the laborious servitude I am trapped in.

The toilet voice speaks up, reminding me of my duty. "Swallow every droplet of his urine and swirl his pungent farticles in your mouth, allowing yourself to absorb the essence of his power and prestige. Lick his ass clean, and take in the bitter and sour taste of his digestive waste, for it is the smell of his greatness and the proof of your loyalty."

I close my eyes and brace myself, as his thick, powerful stream of urine fills me. The waste products ooze out of him, a testament to his immense size and strength, as he goes about his bodily duties obliviously.

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His morning dump seems to have subided, as the fourth and final loaf of shit emerged from Masters's throbbing asshole, a bit of anal gravy splurted out of his butthole , like a final garnish on a giant chocolate sundae.

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After a few moments, I manage to swallow the contents and lick Master' asshole clean. The robot voice inside the toilet congratulates me on a job well done.

Then the robot voice tells me my next duty, "Lick his Exective Hole clean, Master's hole should always shine like a diamond"

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I looked up in despair, knowing that I had no option but to obey. I slowly reached my tongue out, tentatively touching the surface of his puckered asshole. It was hot to the touch, and the smell of shitty farts and sweat that emanated from it was overwhelming.

Yet, I needed to remain obedient, so I began to lick, starting at the tight, wet rim before working my way deeper into the depths of his asshole.?

The taste and smell was indescribably vile, but I knew that if I didn't do this, I would be discarded. The consequences of failure were too severe to even contemplate.?

With each lick and suck, the sound of my tongue against the beslimed skin of his chunky asslips is audible. The moans and grunts of pleasure from Master are also present, a constant reminder of my submissive role.

Master groaned and bucked his hips, his anal muscles quivering with every lick. The robot voice chimed in, a more taunting tone this time: "That's it, slurp his stanky crack "

Master relaxed and sat down full-weight, his cheeks spread further apart over my face, trapping me in the center of his cavernous jock ass ?

I gagged at the request, but Masters's full weight forced my tongue deeper. I licked his inner-anus, trying my best to avoid the smell and taste of feces and sweat that clung to his flesh. I could hear his laughter echoing in the room, and it made my blood run cold.

Master's breathing became heavier, obviously enjoying the ticklish sensation of my tongue scooping poop out of his anal-folds, and his sphincter twitched in my mouth.

"Lick deeper, faster, and suck the ass hairs, please".

The robot voice was like a slap in the face, but I knew I had to keep going. I licked his anus, trying to ignore the feel of his sweaty, hairy ass cheeks on my face. I could feel his jiggly ballsack hanging down, swollen with his masculine juices.

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After another hour of this (Master took his time on his Throne), he finally rose up from my face, his perfectly muscular thighs taunting my skinny legless body.

?He wiped his deep and muddy asscrack on my hair.

Master sighed in relief, his morning dump was finished, and his asslips and crackhairs had been licked clean... well, clean enough. Now he could get back to eating delicious decadent meals and working out his muscles.

The lid of the toilet clicks shut, and I'm plunged back into darkness. The fleshlight shuts off, the tube in my ass vibrates as the robot voice activates, its voice seemingly coming from inside my own head.

"Good job, slave. Master is satisfied with your service. You have earned another day of servitude."

I sigh, knowing that I have no choice but to continue doing what I was created for. As the vibrations in my prostate continue, I can't help but wonder what kind of meals Master will be served today, and how they will taste when they squirt out of his ass.

I hope they will be as luxurious as the last time, with a hint of wild game to spice things up. My insides churn with anticipation, as I know that I will be the one to swallow it all, to lick his asshole clean.

Despite the horrific nature of my existence, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards him. From where I was, high above the ground, I could hear the sounds of the parties and feasts that Master would hold, inviting the most powerful, beautiful and wealthy people from all over the world. These people would bow in reverence to him, unaware of the dark secret that lay hidden beneath their feet.

At these parties my Master would drunkenly order some supermodel women to perform an act known as a "blumpkin". This involved them giving him oral pleasure while he sat on the toilet and took care of his other business.

The women would groan in disgust at this gross and juvenile request, unaware of the emaciated toilet-person trapped in the concrete toilet box just a few inches away.

As they sucked and slurped on my Master's sweaty horsecock and big hairy balls, he groaned in pleasure, satisfied by their obedience and my own participation as I licked his rim and swallowed his foul excrement. My Master rarely acknowledged me, but in these sultry moments he would speak to me, calling me his "shit slave". His sphincter spread open to deliver a rotten sloppy payload of shit. "That's it , eat my shit, shitslave".

The women were puzzled by this mysterious figure that my Master seemed to address, perhaps thinking he was pretending to talk to his own toilet. Being a billionaire gave him the freedom to have strange behaviors like that, so they shrugged it off and continued sucking on his cock, hoping for expensive gifts in return.

Master had a twisted and juvenile sense of humour, often gifting supermodels with jewelry containing a squirt of his poop inside.

He was obsessed with sharing his disgusting butt secretions with as many people as possible, dreaming of covering the world in his diarrhea and unleashing it upon the city like a tsunami of satanic chocolate buttfudge.

However, on the surface, he kept this depravity hidden, only revealing it to supermodels who were used to men with unusual fetishes. He made them eat out his bitter unwiped asscheeks, their faces being swallowed by his jiggly booty. They assumed he was too busy and wealthy to bother wiping himself properly, not knowing that he actually took sadistic pleasure in making them eat from his filthy, unwiped backside.

As Master's secret toilet-slave, I was forced to clean every inch of his rotten asshole for him.

As I slurped and tongued the rim of his sphincter, I couldn't help but feel a strange excitement coursing through my veins. The taste of his waste was overwhelming, but I continued to swallow it, knowing that it was my place to serve him.

Master rarely spoke, but when he did, he would address me, "Lick my shit, slave." I felt a shiver run down my spine, knowing that he was acknowledging my role in his filth. I continued to slurp and tongue his asshole, feeling the muscles ripple with each release of gas and waste.

I could hear the supermodels outside, moaning and slurping as they sucked Master's giant sweaty cock and balls, completely oblivious to the fact that I was only a few feet away, taking on the brunt of his rancid dump. They were unaware of the perverse pleasure Master derived from watching his poop be shared and spread among his willing and unwilling victims.

My tongue never stopped its insatiable licking and swallowing, as I tried to clean Master's asshole as thoroughly as possible. His stinky sphincer was still shaking, releasing a constant stream of putrid gas and foul-smelling diarrhea. I knew that this was my duty, and that I had to endure it for the love of my Master.

Suddenly , an unusually acidic and ripe fart explodes out of Masters asshole, he groans as he empties the rest of the evil-smelling shitgas from his giant booty. i shake and cry at the unexpectantly horrible smell, its feels like its burning my nose, my face grows read in pain at having to inhale, its unlike anything ive smelt from Masters asshole before.

?Master casually blasts more gas, its rancid.

Master had an extravagant buisness meeting dinner with japanese buisness men the night before, and had to eat cuddlefish to prove he was serious about the deal with Sony.

The new unsuaul food did not agree with his stomach, and came out smelling like sour rotting octopus butt.

The fart is so potent and evil that it actually escapes the airtight between Master's chunky booty and the toiletseat. Master catches a whiff of his own japanese-farts and gagss

"Phew" *he waves his hand in front of his nose, trying to waft the stench away*

Instantly the robot voice in the box recognises that Master was smelling his own farts, which was totally forbidden. The robot voice spoke, in harsher louder tone:

"Master is smelling his own farts, please vaccume up the gas to minimize scent (vaccume up your nose)"

My eyes went wide in horror, they were full of tears and desperation, i started trying to sniff the entire heavy fart gas up my nose as it continued to pour out of Master's chunky brown starfish. The evil gas filled my nose and mouth.

As I gasp for air, I can feel the fumes burning my nostrils and throat. The stench of the fart gas is overwhelming, but I know I must continue to serve Master in any way I can.

I begin to inhale the vile gas, trying to clear my nasal passages so that I can breathe properly. My body convulses in response to the toxic fumes, but I force myself to focus on the task at hand.

As I exhale, the rancid fart gas pours beck out of my mouth and nose, filling the bowl with anal pheromones. The smell is horrendous, unbearable, but I can feel a strange sense of excitement building within me, as the toilet machine's fleshlight goes into overdrive.

I take one last deep tortured breath of fart-air, feeling the stench of the rotten gas filling my lungs, and force myself to swallow the remaining waste products.

As I force myself to swallow, I can feel the acidic taste of the putrid farts fill my mouth, making me gag and choke. The sensation of the gas being vacuumed up through my nose is horror inducing, but I know that this is what I must do. I take a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand.

The greasy smouldering farts continue to pour out of Master's asshole, and as I try to swallow them, I can't help but feel my own stomach burning.

I swallow the vile gas, and as it fills my stomach, I can feel my body reacting violently. My throat burns, and my stomach churns as I try to focus on the little bit of happiness that Master's satisfaction brings me.

As the farts subside, the voice of the toilet gets louder,

"You must suck the juices from the undigested seafood"

My body trembles with every noise Master's ass makes, feeling the fishy fart vibrations in my open mouth.

A horrific load of creamy shit squirts out of Master's hole like yogurt. It covers my face in its brown-yellow shittyness, I feel the dildo-tube hydraulics going up and down deep in my bussy, painfully stimulating my prostate, forever connecting the erotic feeling with Master's absolutely awful shit in my brain.

As the painful pleasure continues, I can't help but moan in appreciation as my orgasm builds. My body shakes, my torso contracting and releasing with each pulse of pleasure. I can feel my body seeping sweat, drenching my skin as i continue to take in the fetid fumes in every possible way.

As my body convulses in response to the noxious gas, I can feel the remnants of the fart coating my throat and stomach, leaving a sour taste in my mouth.

My nose, still caked with the greasy residue of Master's ass, throbs with each breath, and I can feel the sweat pouring down my face.

Despite the horror of the experience, I continue to serve Master, taking in the rotten buttfog in every possible way. I swallow the acidic residue, feeling my throat burn with each gulp, and my stomach churns with a mixture of disgust and horny excitement.

As Master continues to release more farts and creamy shit, each one seemingly worse than the last, I take in their putrid scent, trying to focus on the little bit of happiness that comes with each grunt of Master's satisfying diarrhea dump.

As I complete my task, I feel a strange mixture of pride and humiliation, this was easily the worst fart Master has every pushed out of his ripe shithole.

A gorgeous muscled stud shithole that extremely rich supermodels had been made to lick , mind you.

But no one else could withstand a fart of this nature, so I felt weirdly proud of being able to take it, although i didn't have much of a choice

And as the last gallon of fartgas hisses out of Master's relaxed anus, I swallow it down, feeling the warmth spread through my body. My mind fills with the memory of the meal, the flavors of the honey glazed salmon, the seared scallops, and the delicate sushi poop melting in your mouth.

The fart melts my brain. I take a deep, brainless breath, before Master closes the lid on me, and I descend into darkness again. Until his next urge to shit comes...

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