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It’s not something you can make yourself do. It has to be something you want so badly it outweighs the fear of doing it. And it’s not something that happens all at once. You have to take small steps and put yourself in places where it can happen. You sit on a picnic table outside the public restrooms at a rest stop cruising the men who walk past you in and out of the men’s room. You do this for an hour tonight and become acutely aware of all the things that are making you uncomfortable. You go back on a different day for an hour and do another check, then a 3rd hour on yet another night, until you feel totally comfortable sitting outside a public men’s room thinking about another man using you as a toilet.
Maybe the next step is to go inside and sit in one of the stalls for 15 minutes to see how you feel sitting where other men piss and shit, and do this over and over until you feel like you belong there!
Think about licking the toilet seat as the next thing you do.
The point is you are now doing all the things a toilet fag loves to do so you’re building up a new identity of yourself as a toilet fag to replace the old identity of someone who wants to be a toilet fag.
Will this make it happen any quicker? Not really. Will it make it happen at all? doubtful.
When I got to a point I was so discouraged I wanted to kill myself, I was driving home from spending a weekend with a friend. It was late at night and raining. I pulled into a rest stop just to piss and be on my way. I was starting to stuff it, zip it, and buckle it when an older man stepped up to the urinal next to me.
I’ll jump ahead to the good part. He invited me to follow him home to play around. Before I left his house in the wee hours of the morning he had pissed in my mouth and had pushed out and fed me a very small turd (1”?). I had just been used by another man as a human toilet! I never pulled into that particular rest stop again, and of course I never saw that man again.
It didn’t matter because I was suddenly launched into what would become a good 20-year run as one of the better-known gay toilets from the SRO scat parties of Huntington Beach, California, to the infamous scat parties at David’s cabin in the Russian River, to the first annual, and thereafter, week-long summer outdoor farm scat party in Pennsylvania.
Don’t want it. Be it in your head until you become it in your life. That’s just how it works.Well-trained mature faggot with years of experience serving and servicing three different Masters.
Submission, obedience, and subservience guide my life.
I crave verbal humiliation, sexual defilement, and physical abuse on a daily basis.
I’m adaptable, flexible, and malleable. I can easily fit into any situation without disruption.My given name is John. The name I go by is Dinky Dick. The name I live by is SoulofFilth.
My cell number is 6q223-824-5539
My email address is [email protected]
I check text messages several times a day, voice mail once a day, and email every two or three days.
I live in Phoenix, ArizonaMay I offer an observation? You titled your post “New Fag”. There is no such thing as a new fag except for the day each of us was born. I became a new faggot on this earth October 31, 1946. Albeit, I didn’t recognize my true nature until 25 years later, and I didn’t accept it until another 45 years after that! What you are is a fag who has finally figured out how to open the damn closet door. It sounds like such a simple thing to do, and yet is one of the most difficult things for stupid fags like us to figure out. I would like to say welcome to the light, but with the light you are exposed to hate. At least in the darkness of the closet hate didn’t exist. Only ignorance of who you truly are. I don’t know which I fear more, hate or ignorance?
Thank you, Sir Todd, for creating this particular Forum space to be whatever we want to make of it. A totally stupid faggot like me, with shit for brains, sometimes has difficulty understanding some of the threads in the Forum. Thankfully, I don’t have to understand anything to write here.
The other day I read an entire thread that was devoted to everyone’s eagerness to increase the number of faggots who are members. This certainly makes sense, since everything here is essentially targeted to faggots. Nevertheless, I think there is a more pressing issue that should be addressed. How do we get more . . . actually, any . . . Straight White Males to become members?
When I joined I did so hoping to find herds of Straight White Masters running loosely all over the place because they knew this was pretty much the “Supreme Website” on the Internet to go trolling for potential fag slaves. Since I joined, however, the number of people I’ve met here have been: FAGGOTS 10; STRAIGHT WHITE MEN 0.
I haven’t whined before now because I have been so elated this website even exists as a protected place for those of us who the straight white world hates to congregate in safety. Each time I log in I feel like I’m checking into summer camp where I’ll make a lot of new friends and be completely surrounded by a staff of supporters who genuinely care about my welfare and are here to protect me as well as make sure I learn something and have fun doing it.
The only reason I’m flapping my jaw now is because I want to announce that I still have “Faggot Destruction” right here to always remind me of my precarious position in life, and I just joined BDSM Nation where I have discovered the Motherlode of Straight White Masters on the prowl to pick up a filthy white faggot or two to own. I have only been a member for two days and I have already sent out five . . . count them, FIVE . . . solicitation messages to very viable Masters. PLUS, I have received one from a Master who hit me up! Thank you, God, the world makes sense again.
I don’t want to get too worked up or overly zealous, because I know from experience that I may very well never hear back from any of them. That’s okay because at least I now know they’re out there. My father and Uncles went on a hunting trip for one week each year, and not once did they ever come back with anything that resembled meat to eat. Yet they knew the deer were out there because they’d seen picture of them, so they faithfully kept going back year after year after year.
Please wish me good hunting, and I’ll check back with you in a month or two to let you know if I’ve bagged my limit or not.
I have been into scat for over thirty years and would like to offer an observation here. I don’t know of any toilet fag who can truly eat an entire load of shit. If someone tells you he can, he’s making it up. My friends, shit is not a delicacy. Even when I ate the shit of a man who made a point of eating a diet that supposedly created the best shit, it still was shit and shit is rank and foul-tasting. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Why else would I crave shit other than I love how filthy it makes me feel to consume another man’s bodily waste. I finally got to a point where I would be honest with a new feeder right up front. I would apologize profusely for not being a shit-eating sewer as expected, and to a man they understood. The reality is that a feeder gets his rocks off from the sheer act of dumping his load of shit in another man’s mouth and doesn’t really care whether the man eats it or not. Understanding this I always pleaded to be used as a complete shit dump and promised to eat what I could, but asked for a plate I could lay by my head onto which I could deposit what I couldn’t eat, to be flushed down the toilet at a later time. I was never refused this request. Then I would explain that there were ways I could consume as much shit as the one doing the shitting could feed me, such as fucking my ass with a dildo and every time he pulled it out making me suck it clean of shit, something that could be repeated over and over . . . or making me suck a turd like it was a cock, and as my saliva broke down the shit in my mouth it would easily slide down my throat and I could devour and entire turd that way . . . or instead of dumping his entire load all at once, to use as much control as possible and push out, say, an inch at a time, which I could bite off and break into small pieces in my mouth so it went down my gullet with delicious ease. As it turned out most feeders got a lot more pleasure from “using” me this way. Don’t beat yourself if trying to gobble down a whole load of shit as it’s being fed to you makes you gag and choke and turn blue. You can’t possibly enjoy yourself that way. Acknowledge your limitation, face reality, and make being a “shit eater” exciting and fun and filthy the way it’s supposed to be!
For a short time I had a Master who was an unmitigated slob and lived in pure filth. His apartment had all tile floors and he would flick his cigarette ashes all over the floors instead of using an ashtray. Every time I went there he would make me crawl all around the apartment licking up his cigarette ashes until none could be found. I loved being abused in such an inhumane way!
I have a part-time worthless piece of shit nigger slave who loves nothing more than worshipping and eating my filthy white ass while I verbally humiliate and degrade him for being such a filthy nigger pig. We both get a great deal of pleasure from this nasty, depraved race play and look forward to our times together. Every white man should experience the elation of using and abusing a nigger as his slave.
For several years I served as a filthy human toilet fag for a straight man. I was not allowed to contact him, so I had to wait for him to contact me, which could be any time from the day after he just used me up to three weeks later. When he would call, no matter what time of day or night it was, he would give his fag slave a half hour to be at his house. He really got off taking me into the garage and pissing all over the cement floor, then ordering me to get on my knees and lick it all up while he used a riding crop on my ass. Sometimes when he was really high he would take me into the back yard where he had dug out a small area of dirt. He would order me to get on my knees and as he pissed into the dirt I was to suck it up before it was absorbed into the ground. It really turned him on that it was impossible for me to suck up his piss without also eating some piss-soaked dirt with it. When he was done humiliating his filthy fag pig (He had several humiliating names he called me) with his piss it was time to slide under his rim seat so that I literally became a human toilet for him to take a shit in, only instead of having to flush, his shit disappeared into my mouth. My very favorite time to be summoned to my straight Master’s house on New Years Eve each year. He would invite his best buddies over for drinks before they went to a party somewhere else. But first he would make me slide under his rim seat so he could shit in my mouth precisely on the stroke of midnight. He wanted his first act as a straight man in the new year to be renewing his ownership of a worthless shit-eating fag slave. Once he accomplished that he would invite his buddies to sit on the rim seat and take a turn shitting in his fag slave’s mouth. Watching me being used by other straight men as a fag toilet that first New Years Eve turned him on so much he began hosting a B/D party every quarter to which he invited a whole gang of straight buddies to abuse his worthless fag slave and use me as their filthy toilet for the whole night. Becoming a straight man’s fag slave was the best thing that ever happened to me!
I live in North Phoenix, Arizona in the area known as Deer Valley.
My email address is [email protected]
You may use this phone number for text messages only: 623-824-5539
I have a perverted fetish for going into the men’s room in public places and searching for pubic hairs in the urinals. You would be amazed how many naturally fall off the body when you’re standing there taking a piss, and they land on the lip of, or directly into the urinal, as well as on the floor all around the base of the urinal. When I find one I pop it into my mouth. I like what a filthy action this is and it always makes me feel filthy. Feeling, being, and thinking of myself as filthy is the biggest turn-on of all. FYI – pubic hairs are very wiry and stiff. They do not melt in your mouth like a piece of chocolate. That’s why I like them because I can swirl them around in my mouth with my tongue until I get tired and spit them out. The only downside is that they can easily get caught between my teeth and they’re a bitch to get out! P.S., I can also find them on the toilet seat in a stall.
