The Human Toilet Chair

Taranus leaned forward at his desk, trying to overcome the writer’s block, which had hit him earlier in the day. He had been sitting there for nearly eight hours straight, without once moving away from his desk. He leaned over and poured his umpteenth cup of coffee, took a sip, then began to idly tap his finger on the desk.

He took a sip of coffee when a ‘snork’ noise came from under his crotch, momentarily breaking his concentration. He looked down at the pale white chin and neck between his thighs. He rocked back, lifting his crotch up off from George’s mouth, to let him take a breath, then rocked forward again, placing his ball sac on the slaves mouth. George’s nose was inserted slightly up his asshole, and he occasionally pinched his nostrils with his sphincter muscle, not that it made any difference in the slaves ability to breathe through his nose.

So far, Taranus had written 2000 words, half of his column. Writing a BDSM article for the City Screamer was an easy job, but he tended to procrastinate, putting off writing the column until the weekend.

However, this weekend was different. Last night, he had gone to the Hel Club, to be a spectator at one of the club’s infamous weekly co-ed tandem beer pissing contests. In such a contest, the bottom lies on its back, while the top sits on chair above, drinking beer, while urinating into the bottoms open mouth.

Taranus was in the audience, when one of the contest judges announced that there was a single guy, who needed a top, and asked for a volunteer from the audience. Taranus was reluctant at first, but the guy was young and had a soft, comfortable looking face, perfect for a seat, and he thought, “What the hell!” and raised his hand to volunteer. They even came in first place!

After the contest, Taranus invited the guy to come home with him to serve as his toilet slave. Lucky for him, Taranus was so drunk when they got home, that he shackled him to the sofa, allowing him to sleep in relative comfort until the morning.

Of course, Taranus put the guy, who’s name turned out to be George, not that it mattered, under his ass as soon as he got up and started writing his column. It was great to be able to sit on someone’s face, while working at his computer, and drink cup after cup of coffee, without having to get up and go to the toilet. Though, he imagined, George’s adult diaper must be soaked by now!

Taranus had only ordered George to change his diaper once so far since he started working on the column. He also felt the urge to take a dump coming on, and needed to let a fart out. He rocked back and relaxed his sphincter muscle, letting the gas slowly blow out his ass.

“I suppose it’s time for a break,” he muttered to himself, after George had inhaled his fart.

He stood, stretching his arms over his head, and then swung his leg over George, to stand along side him. He pulled the wheeled, leather chair, out from under his desk, and unshackled George’s wrists.

“Go change your diaper, slave. And be quick about it! I need you back in service, so I can take a dump.”

“A dump, Master?” George asked

“Yes, slave. A dump. A shit. I hope you’re hungry.”

“You’re joking, right, Master?”

Losing his patience with the young, inexperienced newbie slave, he re-shackled George’s wrists again, turned his back to his head, and sat back down. His diaper can wait. Taranus adjusted himself, positioning his asshole over George’s mouth.

Taranus felt the sensation building in his bowels – that woozy feeling in his intestines, the pressure pushing his anus from the inside. He inhaled, relaxed his sphincter, and pushed. He moaned as he felt that pleasant sensation of a lump of shit sliding slowly out of his asshole. A moment later, he let another, softer lump, ooze out of his asshole, into his slave’s mouth.

Taranus had numerous toilet slaves at his disposal, and knew the horror that his one was experiencing, in having a man shirt directly into his mouth for the first time. The full weight of his body pressed his asshole to the slaves lips, with such force that there was no way he could spit any out.

Taranus grunted and slowly pushed another log out his ass. Then one more. He remained seated for half a minute until he was sure he was done. He stood, as George let out an explosive breath, brown liquid beginning to dribble out the corners of his mouth, onto his cheeks.

“Slave!” Taranus shouted. “Swallow my shit and lick up the drips going down your cheeks before they stain my chair!”

George started chewing. He swallowed once, twice, and three times, then stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth.

“I feel sick, Master,” George professed.

“Get used to it, slave.”

Taranus sat back down with his ass over George’s mouth. “Now lick me clean, slave.”

George licked the shit from around his asshole.

“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Taranus cheerfully asked.

“No, Master.” George sullenly replied.

“Good. Now that you’ve had your lunch, it’s time for mine.”

Taranus unshackled George again. “While I have my lunch, go change your diaper, and then return to your place beneath my chair.”

George disappeared into the bathroom, while Taranus went into the kitchen.

Upon finishing lunch, Taranus returned to his desk, where George was dutifully waiting for him. He shackled him again, rolled him back under his desk, and took his rightful seat on the slaves face.

Taranus resumed working on his column, diligently working into the wee hours of the night, wrapping up his column around two in the morning. Then he emailed the manuscript to his editor, so that he would have it first thing Monday morning. Finally, he stood and stretched again, and told George to change his diaper and wait in his bedroom.

Taranus went to his bedroom closet and changed into his robe. George walked in a few moments later.

“Slave, before I got to bed, I need to give you a lesson.”

“Yes, Master,” he answered.

Taranus pointed to a large doggy mat on the floor and said, “You will sleep on that tonight. But first, I want you to come over by my bed and kneel.”

George did so. Then Taranus straddled his head, removed his robe, and positioned his penis above the slaves mouth. George intuitively parted his lips accepted the tip of his Master’s cock into his mouth. A moment later, Taranus emptied his bladder into the slaves mouth.

“Now clean me,” he commanded. George licked and sucked his Master’s cock clean.

Taranus walked away from him and said, “You will take that position immediately whenever I say ‘toilet’ during the night.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then after you clean me, you can go back to your bed.”

“Yes, Master”

“Now, get in your doggy bed, slave – until I summon you.”

“Yes, Master.” George curled up in the dog bed to sleep.

Taranus got into his bed and turned off the light, saying, “Good night, slave.”

“Good night, Master,” he answered.

Taranus did use George once or twice during the night. With the command, “Toilet!”, he dutifully positioned himself by his Master’s bedside in the moonlight, while Taranus straddled his face and emptied his bladder into the slaves mouth. George cleaned him as instructed, until he returned to bed and back to sleep.