My Italian slave took a flight and came all the way to Spain for one single purpose: to become the official human toilet for me and my three most perverted Spanish Mistress friends.By day two we already had him exactly where he belongs: lying under our improvised portable toilet seat, face jammed right into position, mouth wide open, funnel ready.I started first, the Italian owner who dragged him here. Last night I tried a proper Spanish specialty, a fancy paella remix and various tapas. But I am gluten intolerant and I am pretty sure there was some cross-contamination even though I skipped the bread. The result? My shit came out nice and soft, almost creamy, super mushy. The perfect first taste of Iberian delicacies straight from the source.First I pissed straight into the funnel. He drank every drop like the good little toilet he is. Then I removed the funnel and slowly dropped my load directly into his mouth, nice and generous. He chewed and swallowed while I sat comfortably enjoying the view.As soon as I was done, the second Mistress took the seat. Same ritual: first a hot stream of piss for him to gulp down, then her shit, firmer and more compact than mine, classic well-formed Spanish style. He struggled a bit more this time, but kept working like the devoted slave he is.The third friend brought a different texture again, more pasty and sticky.The fourth friend added the cherry on top: soft but with some solid chunks here and there, just to make sure he really felt the full variety of todays menu.Four Mistresses, four completely different shits, four flavors, four consistencies. And him underneath, taking load after load in quick succession with zero breaks.All the while we were constantly spitting in his face, laughing, humiliating him, telling him how pathetic and lucky he was to be our vacation toilet.But that was not the end.We grabbed a big bowl and collected everything that had fallen on the floor: scattered pieces of shit, soft smears, sticky bits, and dried piss puddles. Then one of us puked right into it. We added fresh piss from all four of us and big globs of spit. We mixed it all with our hands until it became a warm, slimy, stinking sludge of shit, vomit, piss, and spit.We sat in a circle on the floor around him. He stayed lying there, head propped up a little so he could open his mouth. We started spoon-feeding him, taking turns.We dipped the spoon into the disgusting mix and shoved it in his mouth. He opened, chewed what he could, and swallowed with effort. If he hesitated, we pinched his nose or gave his throat a light tap to keep him going.We laughed, commented on the revolting taste and texture, and told him how pathetic he looked covered in Spanish filth.We kept going until the bowl was completely empty. He licked the edges and scraped the last bits with the spoon. In the end the bowl was clean, no need to wash it.We stood up, spat one final time in his face, laughed hard, and then walked out, leaving him alone on the cold floor, covered in dried shit and vomit crust.The poor Italian thought he was coming to Spain for a holiday. Instead he is turning into the collective toilet for the most sadistic Mistresses on the Iberian peninsula.And the final shipping back to Italy? That is coming. But first he has to survive the rest of the week here.
