Dogslave Training
This story, which is entirely fictional, contains dog training and full toilet training between two or more men. If you are not into this, don't read on.
This chapter refers back to events that occurred in chapters 3 and 4. Jason is not to be confused with Master Jason from the last chapter.
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By Lewis. Chapter 13
"Wake up, cunt!" Jason screamed as He kicked the sleeping pig in the balls full force with His steel-toed rangers. The pig squealed in agony, but quickly its training came back to it, and it hurriedly got onto all fours, knees wide apart and arched its back as much as possible to fully expose its arsehole and its tortured balls to its Master.
"New customer, bitch," Jason smirked. "Have fun," He said to the skinhead who had just handed Him a hundred dollars for the use of the pig for an hour.
Since Jason had picked up the pig-dog at The Pound club a few months ago, He had been making lots of cash from it. Since it had already been fully toilet trained He had originally hired it out to leather bars to use, but after a while He had decided to turn His basement into a dungeon/pig sty and rent it out to anyone willing to pay. A hundred dollars would buy an hour - during which time there were no limits to what you could do to it. As long as it didn't need a trip to the hospital after the hour was up, anything went. It was so popular, it now had to be booked a month in advance and was used 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, meaning it was constantly exhausted.
Since acquiring the pig, Jason had highly modified it. First of all, its cock had been fully adjusted. It had been surgically lengthened by several inches, and a hollow metal rod implanted down its urethra so that it was now permanently flaccid and in the shape of a corkscrew - just like a pig. Although it could no longer get hard, or cum anymore, both its balls, its prostate and the nerves in its glans had been left alone, so that it was now constantly horny but unable to get any relief. All its useless cock could do now was piss through the hollow urethral tube.
Secondly, the Master had given it a septum piercing. Not satisfied with a standard ring, however, Jason had enlarged the hole and it now wore a heavy-duty padlock as a septum ring.
Thirdly, Jason had tattooed its entire body with insults in graffiti style. These included "TOILET FAGGOT", "URINAL PIG", "WORTHLESS CUNT", "SHIT EATING BITCH", "PIG SLAVE", "SICK FUCK", "CUM DUMP", "TRASH", "SUCK PIG", "ANIMAL", "FILTH", and "PIG DOG" all over its body, including its face. Furthermore, a large biohazard symbol had been placed on the back of its neck, just below the thick, triple weight iron collar that was welded on. Large steaming piles of shit had also been expertly drawn on its chest and abs. On its back, images of two slaves had been inked, with their mouths wide open. One was in the process of swallowing a giant piece of shit from a muscular arse, while the other was gulping down a stream of piss from a huge cock. All in all, these modifications ensured it would never be accepted in normal society ever again.
The dungeon was divided into two sections - the play area, and the sty. The play area had a rubber floor and contained all the usual equipment - whips, canes, plugs, sling, cage, collars and leads, various rubber hoods and suits, gags, restraints made of various materials including a seriously hardcore iron set that weighed over 30kg, electro boxes, etc.
The sty was bare concrete, physically separated from the play area by a trench around 6 inches deep and 3 inches across. Above the trench there was a heavy-duty rail from which hung a thick plastic curtain that was currently pulled back. It was a fairly small area, around 2 by 3 meters. On one wall hung a metal urinal trough that Jason had bought from a leather bar. It was old and very heavily piss stained. At the edge of the sty was a drain, and above on the wall, a short length of hosepipe hung around the tap it was connected to.
When it was not in use, the pig was made to live in the sty area. Here it slept, ate, pissed and shat. The sty was never cleaned, and it was severely punished if Jason thought it had been pissing or shitting in the corner rather than randomly somewhere on the concrete floor. This meant that over time the whole area was now covered in a thick, sludgy, stinking brown mess that it was forced to live in. For 8 hours a night, the pigslave was shackled to the floor via the padlock in its septum piercing which was attached to a D ring set into the concrete.
Each morning, before the first client came, Jason would unshackle the pig, and drag it to a small area behind the sty which was also surrounded by thick plastic curtains on all sides. There He would fix the pig in place by attaching its collar to a chain dangling from the ceiling, and two ankle shackles fixed to the floor, and hose the filthy pig down. Once a week its entire body (including its head and face) would be smeared in a depilatory cream to remove all its hair. This would be left on for an 30 minutes, after which it would be hosed down again.
Meal times were another source of degradation and pain for the pig. Jason kept a large metal bucket in His kitchen, and any scraps were thrown into it. This could literally be anything left over from His meals - vegetable peelings, egg shells, coffee grounds, tea bags, gristle from meat, mouldy bread, dirt from sweeping the floor - anything. Of course, He also used the bucket as His toilet, and perhaps worse of all, He also added all the shit from Blade, His American Pit Bull. Twice a day, He would empty around half of the contents of the bucket into the piss stained urinal trough in the pig's sty, and it would be ordered to feed.
The first time its Master had fed it the contents of the bucket it had immediately vomited. Of course, it was just put on a 7-day starvation punishment while the contents of the bucket fermented and then ordered to feed again. It had managed to get its meal down after that, but was punished severely with the bullwhip for being so ungrateful.
However, simply feeding the pig garbage wasn't enough for Jason. Whenever the pig was in the sty, its had a tall triple weight iron scrotum shackle locked on. The inside was covered in sharp metal spikes for extra discomfort, which were just short and dull enough so as to not actually pierce the skin. The shackle was connected via a thick chain to a heavy duty eye hook embedded in the middle of the concrete floor. After some experimenting, Jason had managed to make the length of the chain just right so that in order to feed from the urinal trough the pig would have to pull extremely hard on the chain, causing it immense pain as its balls were stretched and the metal spikes cruelly dug into its flesh. The mind fuck of having to endure that much agony just to feed on literal garbage was incredible for the pig. Most people could never endure for a day what the pig had to go through, yet it loved every second - constantly kept horny by the degrading, humiliating, agonising treatment it submitted to.
The skinhead looked mean at the pig. He was wearing bleachers, along with a Fred Perry T-shirt. Worryingly for the pig, He also held a large boxer dog on a thick chain leash. He grabbed the pig by the collar, led it over to the small cage, threw it inside and slammed the door shut before padlocking it. The cage had a toilet seat mounted on top, and the skin pulled down His bleachers and sat down. He wasted no time dumping a huge, stinking load of shit over it, and then bent over and pushed His arse up to the bars.
"Clean it, cunt!" He ordered. He began to wank Himself as He felt the glorious sensation of its warm, moist tongue flicking over His arsehole, cleaning away the residual shit. He farted loudly, but the pig didn't even flinch, just carried on rimming. Once the skin was satisfied, He unlocked the cage door, dragged out the pig. Some shit had smeared over its head, and down its back, but the majority of its next meal was on the floor of the cage. The skinhead selected a cane from the large selection of whips and began gently thwacking it. Soon He increased the pain, and within a few minutes large red lines had been drawn all over the slave's back, butt, and legs and it was screaming in agony. The skin just got harder and harder and began to leak precum. It was then He gave the order to feed on His shit.
The pig bent its head down instantly and began to eat His sinking waste. This had the consequence that its arse hole was raised up and exposed.
"FUCK!" The skin growled, and upon this command the boxer dog, which had undergone lengthy training, mounted the pig and inserted its stiffening pink doggy cock into its wide open hole. The pigslave felt the dog's knot steadily growing larger and larger. Soon it felt like it was being fisted, and the pig knew there was no way out of this. Then the dog began pounding its arse, and the pig was squealing. The dog's cock must have enlarged to at least 12 inches. It felt huge. The pounding intensified, and from the deep massage its prostate was getting, it was feeling like a bitch in heat. It useless cock was dribbling precum, but the metal rod and the surgery meant it could not get hard at all. it longed to cum, but knew it would never be able to. The dog's claws dug into its back, but the pain made it hornier still, as did the taste of the skin's shit it was chewing on. it was one sick fucking cunt.
As the skin's dog was fucking the pig, He sat and on the cage watching the spectacle, and simply wanked His big, thick cock. He brought Himself closer and closer to the point of no return, and then after several minutes He was spraying cum all over the floor of the cage. Then the dog started howling, and the pig felt warm liquid flood its arsehole, and it knew the dog had also cum. it briefly wondered if it had been trained only to cum after his Master had cum.
It took thirty minutes for the dog's knot to go down enough that he could pull out of the pig's hole. Meanwhile, the skin had the slave lick the floor of the cage spotlessly clean of His cum and His shit.
Shortly after the skin arrived, Jason heard the familiar throb of Dean's Ducati approach His house. 30 seconds after the engine cut out, Dean walked in - totally clad in black leather, looking sexy as fuck. He sported a short mohawk now. Jason and Dean had been going out for the past couple of months. The two were fucking before Dean could even get His leathers off - He just pulled down His biker pants, and Jason slipped His giant cock into His tight hole, the smell and feel of the leather intoxicating Him, driving Him wild.
"I had a call from Andy the other day," Jason told Dean, once they were done. "Says he's living a few hours north now on a ranch - belongs to a guy called Jason. Super rich apparently, and he's decided to train slaves for sale. He's looking for staff to help, and Andy wondered whether we'd be interested. Says all the accommodation and everything is provided - and of course, slaves are on tap 24/7." They both grinned at the thought of that.
"What about the pig?" Dean asked. "You're doing pretty well out of it aren't you? Shame to lose the custom."
"Andy says I can take it with me no problem, and there are plenty of nasty horny fuckers around that'll pay to use it."
"Let's take a trip at the weekend then, and have a look around. Even if it doesn't work out, it sounds like it'll still be a fun weekend." They both grinned and started fucking again.
When the weekend finally arrived, Jason loaded up the pig's trough with garbage along with plenty of shit and piss and told it He would be back in a couple of days. Then He and Dean jumped in the truck and began the journey North to Master Jason's ranch. They were greeted, like all guests, by a heavy muscled trainer wearing the official uniform of the ranch - 20 hole rangers, a black leather jock with white front zip, and black leather harness trimmed with red. He took them to meet Masters Andy and Dan and, of course, Master Jason. The three beautiful men were standing over a fully rubberised slave that was tightly bound to the dungeon's concrete floor. A rim seat had been installed over its head, and what looked like a milking machine attached to its cock - the only piece of skin aside from its mouth that was exposed. A couple of other machines that were connected by various tubes and wires to the slave's rubber sack hummed faintly. A large LCD display on the wall ready 167 and 4006.
"Dean, Jason!" Master Andy welcomed them both. "Great to see you both. I'm so glad you could make it. Please, allow me to introduce Master Jason, who owns the ranch, and my partner, Master Dan." The men shook hands.
"You may not recognise it," Master Andy continued, "but this is my dogslave," He explained, giving the rubberised slave a kick with His gleaming leather boots. "It has been enduring constant milking, coupled with excruciating pain from electro torture, whilst being trapped in the rubber sack which is connected to a vacuum pump which kicks in randomly to cut off its air. Naturally, it's also been used as a full toilet the entire time. Eaten nothing but shit, and drunk nothing but piss." He grinned widely.
"Fuck Andy, how long's it been like that?" asked Jason.
"Well it's original sentence for cumming without permission was 90 days, but I told it that every scream it let out from the electro torture would add another day to its sentence. So far its been locked down for 167 days."
"Wow. That's incredible. And its lived only on shit all that time?" examined Dean.
"Yep, all thanks to Master Jason's special pills. It's actually due to be let out now, but if you'd like to relieve yourselves after the long journey, you're most welcome."
Of course, both men, owning a pig slave themselves, were no strangers to using a human mouth as their toilet but jumped at the chance nonetheless. Jason sat down and ordered the dogslave to rim him clean before releasing a torrent of piss into its wide open mouth hole, followed by at least a couple of kilos of shit. Halfway through, the milking machine clicked on and began wanking the slave's cock. It came just as it swallowed the last bit of soft shit from Jason and then the rubber sack began writhing around as the electro coursed through the slave's body, placing it in searing agony. It's brown, shit stained teeth clenched tightly together, as it desperately tried not to make a sound. Jason noticed the wall clock now read 167 and 4007, and realised with some fascination that it was a counter for both the number of days the slave had been bound in rubber, and the number of forced orgasms it had endured. He had it rim him again, and then Dean fed it his waste as well.
As the dogslave was unlocked from the rubber sack and dragged off to have the thick layer of its own shit that covered every inch of its body hosed off, Dean and Jason were introduced to Master Jason.
"Pleased to meet you both," He said, shaking their hands. Andy here tells me you are thinking about coming here to work for me as trainers. Is that right?"
"Well, yes, we have some experience training slaves. I have my own pig slave in fact that I rent out. Brings in a good income, actually, but we couldn't resist coming to see the ranch that Andy's told us so much about," Jason explained.
"I hope you like what you see," Master Jason grinned. "Actually, I have a problem slave I'd like you to help me with. Like many slaves here it is being trained to order. The Master who will eventually own it requires the slave be able to eat dog shit as it will function as a slave for his bio dogs. It will be their fucktoy and toilet. However, no matter the punishment it receives, it won't willingly feed on shit. Let me show it to you."
Dean and Jason followed Master Jason to a small dungeon. The only objects in it were a metal dog bowl and a metal box. Master Jason flicked the catches open, and then pulled up the lid. The stench of shit wafted out. Master Jason reached in and pulled out the slave by it metal collar which had been riveted on. It was painfully thin and covered in welts and purple bruises, obviously from the many whippings and beatings it had endured.
"The slave last ate 15 days ago, when it was forced fed a shit-piss slurry via a feeding tube to keep it alive," Master Jason explained. "It's endured hundreds of lashes, as you can tell, but it simply refuses to feed on shit. Watch."
Master Jason squatted over the dog bowl and ejected a thick, dark brown lump of shit from His gorgeous, muscular butt. He clicked His fingers and ordered the slave to feed, pointing at the shit meal.
"Fuck you!" the slave uttered defiantly. Master Jason smiled and then booted it in the balls, causing the slave to double up in pain and start rolling around on the concrete floor. The slave was so weak and light from starvation that the powerful Master actually managed to chip the slave back into the metal box as you might a football, simply by hooking His right boot under its stomach and jerking it upwards. He slammed the lid down and gave the box a few more kicks.
"Break this fucking cunt of a slave down. I want it to beg to eat My shit. Take it away with you if you want. Bring it back obedient and you'll both have a job for life here."
Master Jason showed the two around the rest of the ranch. They were particularly interested in the kennels, which held at least 10 dogslaves. As the 3 Masters approached, two slaves appeared carrying a large piece of rubber between them. It was sagging in the middle, and it wasn't until they got a bit closer that Dean and Jason realised it was the rubber suit that Andy's dogslave had been sealed in for months. It was sagging under the weight of the huge amount of piss/shit inside it. The two slaves set the rubber down, one unlocked the metal door of the kennel, and then they both threw it inside where it landed on the concrete floor and began leaking its stinking, mushy brown contents. The dogslaves started barking and going crazy and immediately began lapping up the filth and burrowing the heads into the suit. Masters Jason and Dean looked on, amazed and rock hard.
"Get that suit cleaned boys!" order Master Jason. "I want it licked spotless!"
The dogslaves all woofed loudly and went on frantically lapping up the shit that was oozing from the rubber suit. Meanwhile, the slaves that had carried the rubber suit fetched and spade and broom and began scraping and brushing the dogslave's shit and piss towards a drain in one corner of the large kennel.
"The dogslaves are kept permanently hungry," explained Master Jason, "so that they feed quickly like bio dogs. Outside the kennel they are trained to wait until the `feed' command is given, but in the kennel it's a free for all. There's deliberately never enough food to go round, so that's why they're so frenzied when a big meal like this comes along. Of course, by food I mean shit. Typically from horse or bio dog, but occasionally they are treated to shit from My trainers, which apparently tastes slightly better. The dogs are kept like this for at least a couple of years whilst they are trained before they are sold off. I find that having them live constantly as a dog for that length of time in this kind of environment alters their mindset permanently, making them much better animal slaves for their future owners."
A couple of young dogs appeared to piss themselves with excitement, and Jason and Dean noticed that all the dog's cock heads were pierced with large, thick rings, and pulled back, where they were padlocked to thick quiche piercings just in front of their arseholes. This arrangement seemed to serve as both a chastity device and as a way for the dog's butt holes to get cleaned every time they pissed. They noticed that one particular muscular dog, however, did not have its cock locked like the others. Instead it was rock hard, and to Dean and Jason's surprise, it started to mount one of the other smaller dogs and began pounding away.
"I find it's always better to have a top dog, so to speak, that will keep the others in line," Master Jason explained. "Makes much less work for the trainers that way."
The Masters moved on and left the dogs to clean the rubber with their mouths. Master Jason showed them their room while they were staying at the ranch. It had a large bondage bed, sling and various other pieces of hardware as was to be expected. In the corner, a nice, muscular slave stood naked, collared and gagged, with cuffs locked to its wrists and ankles. Its hair was cropped to an extreme recon style, and a large septum piercing had been fitted. As was proper, its feet were shoulder width apart and its hands were on the back of its head so that its whole body was completely exposed. It stared down at the Master's boots, never once glancing up. Off to one side was a small bathroom featuring and shower and sink. Of course, there was no porcelain toilet.
"I'll let you get settled in," Master Jason said. "If you need any more slaves, just ring. Dinner's at 8 in the main hall."
The two men wasted no time in ordering the slave onto the bed. Dean turned around and bent over and ordered the slave to start rimming, while Jason began to fuck its hole. After a few minutes, Dean turned around and had the slave suck him until both men exploded and fired spurt after spurt of hot cum into the slaves front and rear holes simultaneously. Jason first had it suck his cock clean and then ordered it to squat over the wooden floor and expel his cum, which it was then forced to lick up like a dog. Once all the cum was cleaned up they checked the time and found it was nearly 8 pm, so they donned their leathers and headed out. Two pony slaves locked to a wooden cart were waiting for them. Dean and Jason marvelled at how grossly enlarged their cocks were - at least 16 inches long, even though they appeared flaccid, and thick as a man's forearm. They were both huge - both tall and heavily muscled, with thick leather posture collars and large tail buttplugs locked on via a heavy-duty full body harness, through which they were attached to the cart. As soon as the two men climbed on board they began trotting quickly away, although Jason still couldn't resist using the whip on their beautiful backs and arses to gain even more speed.
After 10 minutes fast run the pony slaves drew up outside a large barn. Several other pony slaves were tethered to metal posts and a slave rushed over and led the two beasts over to a free post which they were quickly tethered to. Their bodies were covered in a sweat, but their breathing was slow and steady, as if they had only walked a few metres, rather than run at least a couple of miles at full speed. The stable slave attached leather nose bags to the head harnesses of the two ponies. Dean and Jason could only guess what the contents of the bags might be.
Dean and Jason entered the building and took in their surroundings. A huge ebony table surrounded by at least 30 chairs filled the centre portion of the hall. The walls were richly decorated with countless fetish items, from every kind of whip imaginable to medieval-looking torture implements and iron restraints. Various hoods, masks, and suits made from leather and rubber were on display. On one wall there were many framed pictures of various Master/slave situations. In one, two beautiful leather clad Masters were deep in conversation. Each Master was standing on the leash of a dogslave, forcing their heads and collared necks down onto the pavement, totally ignored by their owners. In another, a slave was clad from head to toe in a brown rubber suit. The only piece of flesh visible was it's pink tongue, which was held out as far as it would reach. Above the slave was a leather rim chair, and a sign reading `toilet'.
Then, of course, there were the many slaves. In front of each chair, a slave was tethered under the table. They wore leather hoods and body harnesses, and their hands were locked behind their backs with thick, heavy looking iron manacles. At one end of the hall was a great wooden block with four slaves kneeling on all fours on it, their heads facing outwards. Dean noticed that they were all connected with a large cross-shaped butt plug. Resting on their backs were four silver trays, one bearing red wine, one white, one had a large selection of canapes, and the other caviar, blinis, and champagne. He helped himself to red wine and patted the slave patronisingly on the head. On the other side of the hall was a raised platform with 3 Andrew's Crosses and 3 low stocks whereby a slave could be locked into the all fours position. They were all currently empty.
Shortly after, Master Andy and Master Dan arrived, dressed totally in leather and looking hot as fuck. Dean and Jason started chatting with them and then sat down for dinner. They enjoyed an exquisite meal - cheese soufflé, followed by venison steak and finishing with champagne sorbet, coffee, and chocolates, while the slaves serving looked on hungrily. The slaves chained up in front of each chair under the table were put to use pleasuring the many Masters' cocks with their mouths whilst they ate, and, towards the end of the meal after much wine, beer and coffee had been consumed, they made for handy toilets, guzzling many loads of piss.
As the coffee cups were cleared away, and the Master's began to start smoking cigarettes and cigars, 2 slaves were dragged onto the platform by burly trainers and locked onto two of the Andrew's Crosses. The trainer announced loudly:
"Sirs, as you know, after each meal it is traditional to publicly punish any slaves that have behaved or performed poorly. Tonight we have slave 243," he paused and pointed to a terrified looking slave on the left, "who fell asleep when it should have been doing household chores for Master Lee, and this piece of shit," he pointed to the slave on the right who was visibly shaking, "a galley slave who was caught stealing food from the kitchen."
The men all turned to face Master Jason, who would have the ultimate decision on how the slaves would be punished.
"I think it would be fitting if 243 was given a coffee enema to help it through its long hours of service. Pour a gallon of cold coffee up its worthless arsehole and force it to hold it for 24 hours. Any spillages and the process starts over. As for that piece of shit," He pointed to the slave on the right that had been caught stealing food, "what exactly did it steal?"
"Vegetable peelings intended for your horses, Sir," the trainer answered. "Unfortunately, this isn't the first time this sort of this has happened. It was previously a stable boy but was caught eating a carrot intended for one of the horses. It was put on a two-week starvation diet and forced to work in the kitchen surrounded by delicious food as an extra punishment."
"it needs to be taught a fucking good lesson," shouted Master Jason. "Tomorrow at dawn assemble all the slaves in front of the kennels and administer 200 lashes to the cunt. Then lock a feeding gag onto its disgusting face hole and shove a large metal pipe up its arsehole and lock that in place too. Put a catheter in it as well. Then seal it in a heavy rubber sleeping sack so it can't move a fucking inch. Ensure it is blindfolded and earmuffed so it is completely isolated. Shackle the cunt to the concrete floor underneath the kennels, and then plumb it into the sewer pipe that runs from the drain in the kennel floor where all my dog's piss and shit gets disposed of. Perhaps eating nothing but recycled horse shit for the rest of its life will finally teach it how far below even a dumb beast it is. Now get it out of my sight. I never want to see it's disgusting face again. Oh, and make sure every slave knows exactly what is going to happen to it and why."
"Master, please it was just so hungry..." the slave trembled, but the trainer kneed it in the stomach, winding it badly and preventing it from making any more offensive sounds. In any case, Master Jason had turned to speak with Master Dan sitting next to Him and had completely forgotten about the slave already. The horrified slave was dragged off to await its fate, to exist as a living sewer pipe for the rest of its life.
After a very pleasant weekend, Dean and Jason began their drive home. The metal box containing the emaciated slave they were to train was loaded onto the bed of their truck, and after saying goodbye to Andy and Master Jason they headed off.
"So, any ideas how we're going to train the slave then?" asked Dean after they'd killed a few a miles.
"Well, clearly pain doesn't work. So a guess we'll have to try pleasure instead to try and get what we want. There's more to training a slave than just whipping it to get what you want, after all."
They were hungry when the got back, and tired from the drive, so they stopped off just before home for burgers - 2 for them, and 2 for the slaves, since they were feeling kind. Once they got home they ate theirs and then had a quick nap after the long drive. Once they felt refreshed they went outside to retrieve the metal box from the truck. They took it out back and dumped it in the garden, and then unlocked the lid and opened it. The stench of shit wafted out. They pulled out the emaciated slave and threw it on the grass. It was covered in filth, so Dan went and got the garden hose and sprayed it down. It made a feeble attempt to curl up into a ball to protect itself from the icy water, but it was so weak it hardly took much effort to pin it down on the ground. Jason fetched a collar and chained it to a post to dry out in the sun for a few minutes, and then dragged it down into the dungeon.
Dean followed them down, carrying the burger, fries, and milkshake which He promptly dropped onto the concrete floor. Then the two masters set to work mashing the cold food together with their leather boots until it resembled a grey gloop of consistent texture. If the slave hadn't seen the original food, it would have never been able to guess what it once was.
The Men sat down after the efforts, and the wasted slave was told to start cleaning up the floor. The starving slave did its best to crawl over as quickly as possible to the grey mess and then began licking it up furiously. After being force fed shit for so long by its previous owner, this was a gourmet meal.
"Good slave," said Jason. The slave began licking up the few remaining bits of grey slime from the concrete, desperate for food. No sooner had it cleared the last remaining scraps up it started to feel very drowsy. A minute later and it was unconscious from the sedatives the food had been laced with.
It woke up and found itself strapped to a bondage chair. A tube gag had been tightly locked in place, holding its mouth wide open. As it came round it noticed its arms were held out in front of it, level with its mouth. Steel shackles had been locked to its wrists, which were in turn attached to a steel frame that had been constructed in front of it. The wrist shackles were attached to horizontal runners, which meant it could pull its hands towards its face. As it did so it heard a ratchet mechanism click, and it realised it was impossible to push its hands away.
It felt something on its cock too, which was rock hard, although its head was strapped to the chair so it couldn't look down and see what it was. For some reason, it felt horny as fuck. Its cock was literally painfully hard.
Jason walked in. "Good to see you're finally awake."
"Emmmff!" was all the slave could manage through the tube gag.
"You've been brought here to be broken down and trained as a dog's toilet. That will be your only purpose once you eventually leave. I understand your Master was having some trouble with you, so He allowed me to try. I understand you can withstand almost any amount of pain, so I thought I'd try something a little different.
"Right now, you are attached to an IV drip that's slowly releasing a special cocktail of drugs into your bloodstream. They're designed to make you incredibly, unbearably horny. But they also suppress your ability to cum.
"Attached to your little cock is a milking device, the speed of which can be controlled by this." Jason held picked up an extremely large syringe from the table and proceeded to screw the end of it onto the slave's tube gag. Then he pulled back the slave's hands and locked the syringe's plunger to a clip in the runners. Finally, He attached a cable to the end of the syringe's barrel. The milking machine on the slave's cock began to move very, very slowly.
"You see, the syringe has a simple rheostat built into it. At the moment the sheath around your dick is moving up and down once every 30 seconds. Far, far too slowly for you to have any chance of cumming, but just enough to make you want more. If you want it to go faster, just pull your hands towards your face to press the plunger in. By the time the plunger is almost all the way down, the sheath will be wanking your little cock fast enough to cum. Pull it all the way in, and the machine will stop altogether. Of course, it goes without saying that as you pull your hands towards you, you'll effectively be forcing the contents of the syringe into your mouth through that tube gag. In this case, My morning shit. If you want to cum, you will serve as My toilet. Have fun faggot."
With that, Jason walked out of the dungeon, leaving the slave to its fate.
For the first hour the slave resisted pulling on the syringe's plunger, but steadily its cock grew harder and harder from all the drugs being pumped into its body. After a while it felt like it was going to burst. Then a dull ache in its balls set in which grew steadily stronger until it almost felt as if someone had kicked it in the nuts. It desperately needed relief.
So it started to pull. Rank, bitter shit filled its mouth and it struggled not to gag or vomit, but at the same time the wanking device on its cock got a little faster and it felt wonderful. It tried not to think about the horrendous taste in its mouth, or where it had come from, and grimly swallowed what was in its mouth.
Then it pulled a bit harder.
Pretty soon it had swallowed half the contents of the syringe, and the milking machine was moving at a reasonable pace, but definitely not fast enough to give it the relief it so desperately needed. It pulled harder still on the syringe, gaging a little, but managing to swallow the vile shit it was feeding itself.
Finally, the syringe was nearly empty - the plunger was over three-quarters of the way down. The wanking machine was rapidly moving up and down its iron hard shaft now, and it was getting close. It pulled the plunger in another few millimetres, and then exploded in ecstasy. Its cock pulsated wildly, and it felt like gallons of cum was being fired out. Its whole body trembled with euphoria.
But then it realised what it would have to do. Too soon the waves of pleasure from the wanking device turned to pain as its cock was over stimulated. The agony grew and soon it was screaming through the gag. It would have to force the remaining shit into its mouth to turn off the device, but now that it had cum it was completed turned off. Eating the shit would be a hundred times worse than before. It couldn't stand the pain any longer though, so it did what it had to, and began pulling hard on the syringe. its mouth was once again filled with the cold, vile sludge that had once been inside Master Jason. It willed itself not to vomit, and just did its best to swallow. Swallow and pull, swallow and pull.
Finally, the plunger reached the end of the syringe and the wanking device cut off. It sat there in the dark for what seemed like hours. Slowly the drugs kicked in again, and its limp cock grew hard as a rock.
The light came on, filling its eyeballs with searing pain. It blinked and saw Jason in front of it. What He was holding filled it with fear and revulsion. Of course, another syringe. it would have to endure the process again. First He pulled the empty syringe from its gag, and insert a funnel attachment. He poured a litre of piss into the slave to keep it hydrated and then fitted the second shit filled syringe.
"A gift from Master Dean." He announced, and then with more than a hint of sadism: "Please enjoy it." And then He left again, leaving the slave in the dark to suffer.
The process continued for two weeks. The slave was never released from the bondage chair. In that time it ate over 100 syringes full of shit and had as many earth-shattering orgasms. The drugs it was constantly stimulated with seem to minimise its refractory time to a few minutes so it was basically constantly horny as fuck.
Jason entered the dungeon carrying the familiar syringe. "This time, something a little different. It is from Blade, my dog." He grinned, fitted the gag to the whimpering slave and left it. Amazingly, it ate the entire syringe of dog shit in under 3 minutes. The training device was worked perfectly. It had learned to associate eating shit with mind-blowing pleasure.
Now it was time to bring back pain.
"As you have done so well eating all that shit, I have decided to reward you with some proper food," Jason told it. "The syringe is full of nice warm, tasty chicken soup. Enjoy!" The slave was so excited about the prospect of eating real food it didn't notice Master Jason subtly pressing a button on its IV drip. Now, instead of drugs that made it horny, a hideous concoction of drugs developed for `enhanced interrogations' was entering its bloodstream. Quite simply, they would make it feel like it was being burned alive.
It began to scream in pain. "Eat that meal!" Jason roared. "The pain will only get worse until it is all consumed. Then it will stop."
The slave pulled the plunger towards it as fast as it could. It was almost impossible to eat since it was screaming so much, but the gag was effective, and none of the soup spilled out. Eventually, it managed to swallow everything. Its throat was so raw from screaming it felt like someone had ripped it out. It had managed to savour none of the delicious soup - the first real food it had eaten in months.
This process continued for another 2 weeks. Sometimes it would be fed dog shit, and have the some of the most intense orgasms it had ever experienced. Sometimes it would be feed soup, of chilli con carne, or mashed potato - anything that could be pushed through a large syringe. Then it would experience the most excruciating, searing, hellish pain it had ever felt. It was being trained to associated shit with ecstatic pleasure, and real food with utterly unbearable agony.
Jason entered the dungeon carrying a large tray covered with two silver domes. He set it down on a table in the dungeon. He then pulled out the IV drip from the slave and released it from the bondage chair. It was told to sit at the table in front of the tray.
"Today, you will get a rare thing for a slave: a choice. You will eat which one you prefer." Smirked Jason. With a flourish, He lifted up the two silver domes. Under one was a huge steak, covered in peppercorn sauce, crispy potato wedges on the side. Under the other was a pile of dog shit.
The slave didn't hesitate for a second. It divided into the shit, eating it like an animal with just its mouth. Master Jason's grin widened. He had managed to successful warp a slave's mind to such an extent that it would willing eat dog shit over a gourmet steak dinner. It was ready to be returned to its owner and then sold on for use as a dog's servant and toilet.
Master Jason and Dean, along with the pig slave and the slave twins moved to the slave ranch, where they became trainers alongside Masters Andy and Dan. The shit-eating training method that Master Jason had devised quickly became standard protocol for all new slaves. It was so effective that sales of toilet slaves exploded, yet only 2 units of a total of 480 sold returned for retraining.
Master Andy personally trained hundreds of slaves over the coming years, but always kept His loyal dogslave close by. it had served so long, it no longer thought of itself as anything other than a dog. it had forgotten long ago how to speak, or walk on two legs, or eat anything other than shit from the ground with only its mouth, or lap anything but piss from its dog bowl. After years of service it no longer got fucked, or ordered to suck Master's cock, it was simply His pet.
it could think of no better life.
The End.
Many thanks for reading and to everyone that has got in touch over the several years it's taken to write (sorry it took so long!). Without the encouragement, I wouldn't have finished.
If you like this story, I have another on Nifty called The Box, in the Urination section.
I hope to write another story soon.