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FAG FANTASY : John Fag (Part 1)

I got a knock on my door early this morning, around 6am.  I was crawled out of bed confused as to who could possible be at my door this early in the morning. When I opened my door I saw that it was a Home depot delivery man.

“John Fag?”  He asked looking down at his clip board.

“Excuse me?”  I asked confused.

“Are you John Fag?”  He asked again looking a bit bewildered himself.

“Oh, um..yes.  Sure. Whats up?”  I said my fag clit starting to tighten in my cage.

“That’s quite a Last name!  You must have been made fun of a lot in school.”

I blushed.

“I have a delivery for you!” and with that he turned and wheeled in a large box, handed me the clip board and asked me to sign.  I scribbled something illegible and smiled at him as he smirked and left. Closing the door I went to examine the box.  A toilet?  Just then my phone dinged and I grabbed it from the table where it was charging and read the message, it was from Master.

“I just got an alert in my email that your new toilet just arrived. Ill come by sometimes later while its at work and get it ready for installation.” 

There was nothing wrong with my old toilet, but I never questioned Master. I went about my daily routine as normal and left to go to work. The day passed without any contact with Master and I eventually forgot about the whole thing. It wasnt until I got home that everything came to light. 

When I walked in the door I saw Master standing in the living room, with not one but 2 toilets.  One was my old toilet that he must have already uninstalled and the 2nd was the new one that was about to be installed.  Except that one was modified with a whole at the base. 

“Good, You’re Home, now strip!”

I Did as I was told and quickly lost my clothes, kicking them to the side.

“Now help me carry this toilet into the bathroom.”

We both took a side and lifted it from the ground. Thats when I noticed there was a hose with a strap on it leading from the bowl down thru the base. We carefully started to maneuver it thru the house.

“What did you think about your new name. John?”  He asked looking me square in the eyes.

“I don’t get it?” I responded

“Oh but you will.” 

When we eventually reached the bathroom and sat the toilet down.

He pulled out a bottle of poppers from his jeans and handed it to me. 

“Sniff them till I say when.” 

I cracked the seal of the new bottle and started to huff the vapors.  Soon my head was spinning, but he just kept on pushing me to sniff more.  Till finally he ripped the bottle away from me and told me to lay on the bathroom floor, with my head on the ring.

My heart instantly start to convulse. Fuck, he was going to turn me into a toilet. With my dick leaking precum out of my cage and my head spinning like I was on a demented carnival ride, i lowered my self and got into position.  Laying there all I could do was wither and wryth in ecstasy.  He first shoved the tubing into my mouth.  It was large enough to fit comfortable in my mouth while still stretching it quit a bit.  My teeth at once clamped down on the plastic tubing realizing it had very little give. He then strapped it around my head securely so there is no use in trying to remove it from my mouth even if i tried.
As he worked he talked in a matter of fact sort of ton…

“Yeah, I figured putting Toilet Fag on the delivery slip would of been to crude for the general public and they might have not delivered it. So I thought, whats another name for a toilet. John!  So that’s what I renamed you John Fag! Maybe we will go down to the court house and get it legally changed one of these days.”

With that he lowered the toilet down over my head. it had been modified to allow my head room in the base.  But, once it was placed and secured I could not move my head at all.  My hands in a panic reached up and tried to lift it back off…but Master Kicked me swiftly in the balls and my hands reverted to my groin as a muffled scream escaped thru the toilet. I then heard him starting to bolt the toilet down as he kept talking.

“Tonight Faggot you are going to know what it feels like to be a public toilet.  Who have posted and posted and posted shit on your Tumblr page saying how much you envy toilets.  Now its your turn to be one.  I placed a Craigslist, with your address.  I told them that your door would be unlocked. To walk right in and to relieve themselves into my new toilet.”

I heard him lift the lid and there was a slight pause before he started to piss. The piss cascaded down the tube very quickly and I choked on it as it reached my mouth. I wasn’t able to close my mouth to swallow do to the tube so i just had to relax my throat and let the stream empty straight into my belly.

“I’m going to the Bar, I put on the ad the public toilet closes at midnight. So that gives you a whole 6 hours to chug some piss bitch.”

I heard him hawk up a loogie and spit it into the toilet.  It slowly slide down into my throat.

The poppers had worn off and the panic set it.  My hands reached back up to the toilet bowl to try and lift it off…but it was no luck. He had tightened it down tight.  I screamed and yelled, but it was just a muffled cry. He slammed down the toilet seat and I heard him grab his car keys from the table and leave.

I was stuck. I was stuck in my own apartment. My body completely exposed. My head locked under a toilet seat. Waiting for random, faceless men to use me as a public toilet.  I prayed that none of them got the bright idea to take a shit!

It wasnt 30 minutes later before I heard my front door open again.  It was quiet for a moment.  I yelled out, maybe whoever it was would release me from this prison. Suddenly I head footsteps entering the bathroom.

“HOLY SHIT!” I hear a voice say! “He wasn’t fucking kidding!”

“That’s some fucked up shit, right there!” I heard another voice chime in!

My heart stopped as did my pleas for help!  There were 2 men standing in my bathroom looking down at me, a faggot, with his head locked inside of a toilet.

My Clit cock instantly hard in my cage.  For the first time since this whole debacle started I was more excited then scared. My legs spread and my hands started to fondly my cage.

“Fuck…look he likes it.”  One of them said noticing my changing demeanor.

It got quiet for a moment then the toilet seat lifted and a stream of hot, acidic flavored piss spilled into my throat. I gulped it down, moaning and grunting the whole time.  Suddenly the street got much harder and fasted. Both men were now pissing into the toilet.  The i gulped as fast as I could but the piss backed up, filled up the tube and then I heard it splashing into bowl.  The both finished nearly at the same time and I still have 7 or 8 more gulps before I had completely drained the bowl. 

“Jesus, that’s really fucking messed up.”  One of them said as I heard them zipping up their pants.

“Fucking faggots, man.”  The other said as i heard them turn and leave, eventually closing the front door behind them. 

My heart was racing, my mind was a wreck. My stomach was full and my fag clit was leaking all over the floor between my legs.  This was going to be a long night. 

Stay tuned…