Dirty Priest hardcore domination - Large funnel for toilet slave

Dressed in his black robes, the dirty priest slowly approached the bound and gagged toilet slave who had been anxiously waiting for him. The slave's eyes widened in fear and anticipation as his master loomed over him, a large funnel in one hand and a bottle of human waste in the other.

The priest chuckled darkly, reveling in the power he held over this pathetic creature. He lifted the slave's head gently with one hand, preparing to pour the first stream of filth down his helpless throat. For the slave, there was no choice but to submit and obey — he had long since been trained to do so. And so, he opened his mouth obediently, his tongue darting out to taste the feces-filled funnel.

As the warm, foul liquid filled his mouth, he let out a low moan of both pleasure and disgust. The taste was like nothing else he had ever experienced; it was coarse and putrid on his tongue, yet strangely arousing deep within him. He began swallowing slowly, feeling the thick liquid travel down his throat and into his stomach.

The priest watched intently as the slave swallowed, watching for any sign of resistance. He was pleased to see that the slave's cock, despite its state of filth, was once again hardening under its burden. This only served to further excite the priest, who took a moment to tease and fondle the slave's genitals before continuing his despicable act of domination.

With each passing moment, the slave grew more accustomed to the horrifying taste of human waste. He began swallowing larger and larger gulps of the filth, almost eagerly awaiting each new stream that poured down his throat. His body trembled with anticipation as he felt the warm, viscous liquid filling him up from the inside out.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of torment and pleasure, the priest pulled the funnel from the slave's mouth. The slave lay there, panting heavily, his body trembling from the experience. He looked up at his master with pleading eyes, desperate for more of the disgusting yet intoxicating sensation that had taken hold of him.

The priest chuckled darkly once again, reaching down to remove the slave's bonds. "You've pleased me, my little toilet slave," he whispered softly. "Now, it's time for you to clean up your mess."

The priest stepped back, watching as the slave struggled to rise from the filth. And so, the cycle of perversion and disgust would continue, over and over again, until the slave had fully earned his place at the dirty priest's feet.