 |
|
|
|
November 1999
Toilet Dreams
When I was a kid, I wished I were the son of rich slavemasters in ancient Rome and that my parents would bring me a pretty slaveboy my age. His
life and body would be undividedly at my disposal. He would sleep between my legs like a dog. I wouldn't have to wake up in the middle of the night and
run to the pisser because my little slave would perform the function of a living toilet and I would piss in his mouth. Not only piss, by the way... I would wake
up in the morning because my sleep-hardened cock would have already found shelter in the hot, enveloping vagina of his mouth. I would forbid him to
wear clothes and feed him only my sperm and feces. He'd eat and swallow all of it, without any leftovers. Later, when I'd get tired of my slave, I'd ask
my parents to search out another living toilet for me...
When I was a kid, I wished I were the slaveboy of a pretty son my age of rich slavemasters in ancient Rome. My life and body would be
undividedly at his disposal. I would sleep between his legs like a dog. I would become his living toilet and wake up in the middle of the night because he'd piss in
my mouth instead of running to the pisser. Not only piss, by the way... I'd wake him by inviting his hot, strong, sleep-hardened cock into the vagina of
my mouth. I could no longer survive without it. He'd forbid me to wear clothes and would
feed me only his sweet sperm and tasty feces. I'd eat and swallow all
of it, without any leftovers. I'd quickly get used to this diet and wouldn't even think about other food. I wouldn't know what to do when he'd tell his parents that he
got tired of me, and that he wants another slave. I think I'd kill us both. I'd shove my arm up his ass to the elbow, dismantle and tear out his innards and eat
these wriggling, squealing entrails. Then I'd die of nostalgia and hunger...
Editor's Note: -- Yaroslav Mogutin, from The German
Entanglement, translated by Dmitri Gelfand
|
|
|
|
