The Top’s have a new bathroom fitting in the swim team lockeroom – it’s shower cubicle lurker fred. One hand used as the loo roll holder, the other an ashtray, his mouth and face? What else but a dirty soil pan… The ultimate humiliation, getting used as a human toilet by a lockeroom full of flatulent young Tops.
Fred is also about to find out that there isn’t anything a Master enjoys more than having a morning crap and a smoke, but he had better keep his arms raised up ready for his Masters to use, or his punishment will be severe.
Derek is first to take a turn sitting on the privy seat fitted just above fred’s face, the Master’s deliciously puckered hairless hole just inches from the sub’s mouth, almost close enough to lick. Unsure what to expect from his Master, fred can only lie there, waiting and watching as Derek’s sphincter clenches and relaxes; His wait is soon over as Derek delivers a wet sounding stinky fart right into the sub’s face. Better out than in.
The Master lights a cigarette and takes a few long drags on it, using fred’s open palm to ash the hot waste. Derek orders the sub to keep his arm raised up so he can easily use the ashtray but fred being a useless cunt either doesn’t listen or is being awkward. A few gut punches from the young strong Top sorts him out. Stubbing his cigarette out on the sub’s palm, Derek get’s on with taking his revenge on fred.
Filling his gut with water from an anal douche, Derek flushes out his bowel spraying the sub’s mouth and face in his dirty water. Just to make sure every nook and cranny up there is clean he repeats it, laughing to himself with a mixture of satisfaction and pleasure at the humiliation and torment he is causing his sub.
Arse cleaned out, Derek stands over fred and pisses into the human toilet, aiming for the sub’s mouth and nostrils so the bottom can smell and taste his Master’s steaming hot piss straight from the tap.
Load lightened, Master Derek makes way for Billy and Steve to come in and have use of the sub next, each washing their anuses out across fred’s piss soaked face before emptying their bladders full of stinking yellow liquid.
For once, fred has pleased his Masters. He has earned the privilege to become the swim team’s human cesspit. Attaching a watertight mask over the sub’s mouth, a tube is connected to the outlet on the lockeroom urinal so that every drop of golden nectar can be consumed by fred. It’s a busy lockeroom with lots of young speedo clad Masters passing through on their way in and out of the pool. What a lucky bastard fred is.
To make sure that their sub is up to the job, Masters Steve, Billy and Derek test out the new plumbing, emptying a bellyful of piss into the trap, watching as the tube connected to fred’s mouthpiece fills with their warm yellow elixir, flooding his mask and getting ingested.
The Top’s must have been bursting to go, the urinal has never had so much traffic and fred struggles to guzzle down all of his Master’s precious liquid, spluttering and damaging on the volume until is pours out of the side of his mask. What an ungrateful prick he is. Still, the sight of him gagging on their piss makes the Top’s laugh at fred even more.
Derek is really enjoying the revenge they are inflicting on the sub. He takes fred’s pitiful excuse for a penis in his hand, rolling back it’s foreskin he rubs Deep Heat into it, coating the sub’s cock and balls at the same time. It only takes a few seconds for the penetrating heat of the muscle relief cream to start working.
Laughing at fred’s cruel penis torment, the Tops leave him there on the floor, wallowing in their urine. It’s almost the busiest time of the day at the club, who knows just how many Top’s will pass through and dump another load of hot piss down his feed tube…
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