perverformer - Made to Swallow Everything Without Orgasm

Cosmo couldn't believe his eyes as he found himself in the strange new setting. He was used to being a qualified performer, but today it seemed that things would be quite different. Instead of being admired for his skills, he was now being treated like a mere object - an object that had better follow orders without question. The Dominas were stern and unforgiving, leaving little room for mistakes.

In front of him stood Miss Yara, her wide-eyed gaze fixed on him. She seemed on the brink of eruption, her body quivering with anticipation. Beside her stood Miss Medea, her face contorted into a scowl as she battled against the urge to release the filth that was gradually building up within her. It was an intense sight, and Cosmo suddenly felt his own arousal beginning to stir.

Without warning, Miss Yara let out a long, low moan. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to shake uncontrollably. A moment later, Cosmo saw the reason for her distress: a large, steaming pile of feces had emerged from her anus. It took only a second for him to realize that she was expecting him to swallow it without so much as a murmur of protest. He opened his mouth obediently, feeling the warm, rancid liquid slide down his throat as she grunted, "Take it all!"

Before he could even begin to prepare himself, Medea was next to him, her face flushed with anger. She was at the brink of losing control herself, and sooner rather than later she would succumb to the urge. It was clear that she wanted him to swallow every last drop of her excrement too. With trembling fingers, she grabbed hold of his shirt and tugged him closer, her eyes boring into him with an intensity that made him quake. "Swallow it," she growled, "or you won't like what comes next."

As always, Cosmo did as he was told. He opened his mouth wider, allowing Medea to push her feces-filled bag of waste into his waiting maw. He felt the bulge slide past his tongue and down his throat, choking him for a moment. But he didn't complain; he knew what would happen if he did. The punishment for disobedience was always worse than the task at hand.

When Medea was finally satisfied that he had swallowed everything, she stepped back with a satisfied grunt. Miss Yara licked her lips, clearly enjoying the sight of Cosmo being forced to consume their waste. "Good boy," she purred, running her finger along his chin. "Now we just need to make sure you understand the importance of this." With that, she turned to Medea and they both began to laugh, a dark and twisted sound that sent shivers down Cosmo's spine.

As the day went on, Cosmo found himself growing more accustomed to his new role. The urge to orgasm was becoming weaker, replaced by an overwhelming hunger for more filth and degradation. He no longer thought of himself as an artist; instead, he was little more than a pitiful tool for the pleasure of others. But even as he accepted his fate, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of ecstasy coursing through his veins. He was devoted to his new mistresses, and he would do anything they asked - even if it meant swallowing their feces until he could take no more.

When the long day finally drew to a close, Cosmo lay on the cold hard floor of the dingy room, covered in a thick layer of sweat and excrement. As he drifted off to sleep, he could only pray that tomorrow would be as fulfilling as today had been. For he was Cosmo, and he would always be their loyal pet - no matter what they asked him to do.