Totc Eating My Own Shit

CW: public humiliation, total control, degrading language, negative body image, gross imagery re: bodily functions, consuming feces and semen, trained submission, violence, master/slave relationship, exhibitionism, mention of porn addiction.

NOTE: there are some elements of this story that would be super risky/dangerous if practiced in real life--imo that's what makes writing and reading erotica so fun ;)--but don't try this at home folks! make sure to take care of yourselves and stay safe out there:)

...enjoy...

"Be a good little bitch and lick it off the floor," Hunter sneers. I look down at my breakfast, a pile of my own shit. I'm not allowed out of my cage at night, so if I have to shit I do it on the floor of the cage. Whenever this happens, which is more often than I'd like to admit, my Master makes me eat it for breakfast. "You wouldn't want to disappoint me would you, Richy?"

"No, I don't want to disappoint you, Master." Even the thought of him being unhappy with me makes me start to tear up. "I live to serve you, Sir. I am so grateful for everything you've given me."

"It's alright to cry, Cuck. Let it out." He says sincerely, looking sympathetically into my eyes. It is so kind of him to say that to me, I let out a sob. Right as my face convulses, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks, he whips out his phone and snaps a picture of me in my miserable state. He laughs lightly as he gazes down at his handiwork. "Look at yourself, you pathetic excuse for a man." He squats down to show me the picture and I notice how strong his legs are, as his calves flex with the motion.

I don't want to look at the picture, but I know if I don't he might punish me. Or worse, kick me out and not let me serve him anymore. I rely on my Master for everything--he decides when I eat, sleep, drink. I can't piss or shit without asking permission first. He even provided me with a cage to sleep in. Thinking about how generous he is to such a worthless guy like me makes me want to cry again. He even lets me watch sometimes when he fucks my wife, so I can see how much better he is at it and I can see her cum, which she never did with me. Apparently in our five years of marriage before Hunter came into our lives, she faked it every single time. With Hunter, she'll cum 7 or 8 times in a session, squirting all over the place and screaming about how much better his dick is than my little penis.

We regularly get noise complaints from the neighbors, but Hunter makes me confess to the cops that the sounds are from my uncontrollably porn addiction. Sometimes he makes me wear my special remote control vibrating butt plug when I answer the door, and turns it on right as I start to speak to the officers about my fabricated porn addiction. I cum every time he does that, usually within a few seconds. I don't think the officers have ever noticed me cum because my penis is so small and I am not able to produce very much sperm even when I cum really hard. Hunter once made me look at my sperm under a microscope and most of them seemed like they were dead or something, only two were sluggishly wiggling around. Afterwards, he and Mistress laughed in my face and made me eat it.

Fearful of what I am about to see, I slowly raise my eyes from their place on the ground to the phone screen. I gag uncontrollably just looking at myself. I am so disgusting. This is the picture: I am completely naked on my hands and knees in my wire dog cage. My face, mid-cry, looks even more ugly and pathetic than usual. My little 3 inch penis is pink and hard, covered in a crust of cum from last night when I touched myself to the sound of Hunter fucking my wife upstairs. They were fucking for hours and hours and she kept screaming "You are so much better than Richy!!! You are so much FUCKING better than Richy!!!! I am so IN LOVE with you!!!! I would do anything for you!!! ANYTHING!!!!!"

Back to the picture: My skin is grimy as I've spent the night sleeping in my own urine and feces, not to mention the huge pile of my own shit festering in front of me. My body is naturally flabby and weak and I don't have any muscles like Hunter does. Even during times in my life when I've been more active than I am now, I've never been able to build any muscle mass for some reason. During the first month of our failed marriage, the sink broke and my wife, now Mistress, had to be the one to fix it. She resented me for that and started bringing up how I wasn't a "real man" all the time. She found it especially fun to bring it up in the bedroom while giving me my coveted monthly handjobs. I used to cherish these handjobs and would brag about them to my coworkers who never seemed to be as impressed as I thought they'd be. Mistress has since told me that every handjob she ever gave me was out of pity, which I know is more than I deserve. They are still some of the best moments of my life. I am so lucky to have ever been touched by a goddess like her, even out of pity. No one is allowed to touch me other than myself these days unless they're wearing thick rubber gloves, because they say it would be too unhygienic.

At first, my wife's insults bothered me as I wasn't a particularly submissive person by nature and the things she said really hurt my feelings. But after a while I began to associate those feelings of shame and inferiority with sexual pleasure. I started to get turned on any time I was degraded, by anyone, even in a non-sexual context. When my wife saw this she realized two things: First, she'd lost any respect for me she'd ever had. Second, she could control me in whatever way she wanted, forever. It was my Mistress who trained me, but it was my Master who broke me. Now my Master and Mistress own my body, mind, and soul. I live to serve them. No, it's more than that--I love them. I can't imagine my life without them and don't know what I would do if they left me.

The pain of one of Hunter's large boots stomping down on my grubby little hand brings me back to reality. For a moment my mind goes foggy with confusion, before I realize I must have started touching myself without even realizing it. "As hilarious as it is to watch you jerk it to the sight of your own humiliating existence, you know you're not allowed to touch your pathetic little penis until you've eaten it all." The shit smells disgusting but just being in my Master's presence turns me on so bad. I don't just want to touch my penis, I need to right now or it feels like I'll die. I begin to lap up my own 4 hour old shit, along with a couple of the flies that have begun to congregate, gagging with every bite and forcing myself to swallow.