It's been about a year and a half since I became my uncle's toilet and a lot has changed. About six months in I gave up my apartment, moved in and my real training started.
Every part of my life became his. I wasn't allowed to do anything without prior permission. I wasn't allowed to use the furniture. He truly started to control every second of my day.
About three or so months after moving in I was given 2 options; 1., to quit my job and commit to true slavery - meaning my entire existence would be in service to him, or 2., everything would stop and I could go back to a "normal life."
I am pretty sure you guys know which I option I took.
True slavery to another is not what you fantasize about and stroke your cock to. It's hard. It's constant. It's about being reprogramed. To become what someone else wants. 100% what someone else wants.
Sir had been talking about a trip for work for some time. Not to me. He stopped talking to me like a person or his nephew, but I gleaned enough from phone conversations to know a trip was upcoming.
When I was finally told, it was the day off and it wasn't that he was going away, it was that I would be staying with a friend of his - a slave owner with 2 slaves of his own - while he was out of town.
With little fanfare, He drove me to what I was to learn was Master Marc's house.
Master Marc and my Uncle chatted for a few minutes while I kneeled to the right of the front door as I do when home.
Sir didn't even say goodbye when he left.
Be careful what you wish for guys. For years I jerked off fantasizing about being owned, becoming a toilet, giving up everything to really serve another and here I was, being given by my Sir to another like I was his dog and he was leaving me with someone to watch me while away. It was a feeling I cannot explain.
Master Marc walked over to me about a half hour or so after my uncle left.
"So, your uncle found you eating shit at a toilet club?"
He didn't give me a chance to answer before he continued.
"He tells me you serve as his toilet a couple of times a week - anywhere between 4 and 6 time. Is that right"
"Yes, Sir."
"And you're not his full-time slave?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I have two slaves, well I have a slave and a full-time toilet. You'll meet them later."
He then explained a few ground rules while under his care and in service to him. He preferred Master to Sir. I wasn't allowed to do anything without permission. Furniture was completely off-limits and his word was law.
"Stand up and follow me."
We walked down a hall into the kitchen and then down a set of stairs into the basement - his dungeon.
The first thing I noticed was a chastized slave on his back in a figure "T" with his wrists/ankles cuffed, metal cuffed and secured to the floor. I then noticed a second slave locked in a cage.
"The slave under the rimseat is obviously my toilet. He serves no other purpose than my toilet."
I throbbed in my cage taking in the site of his toilet and the basement as a whole.
"He is allowed up from that position daily to eat, clean himself, as well as relieve himself."
I was a bit dumbfounded.
"The slave in the cage is my son. Your uncle and I initially met in a group for Masters that enslaved family members. Needless to say, since we lived so close, we became fast friends"
I didn't know how to process everything I was seeing and hearing.
"I took him as my slave when he was 15, he's 22 now. I am his entire life and he's learned, sometimes the hard way, to obey without hesitation"
With that, I was instructed to kneel in the center of the room. Master Marc came over and secured a heavy metal collar around my neck. He secures metal cuffs to my wrists, had me stand, put similar cuffs around my ankles and a balls ring/weight on my balls.
"How long has your uncles had you locked in this your cage?"
"I've been kept almost continuously in chastity since I started serving my uncle, Master"
I was told that I would be serving as Master Marc's toilet while in his care - he added much to his toilet's chagrin. I would also serve as his son's toilet. He explained that he wanted to "reward" him for serving to expectation, but there was a catch, he'd be eating all of my shit while I was there.
What a mindfuck, He'd be eating his master's shit, as well as his own through me.
Master mark secured my wrist cuffs behind my back, then told me to go up to the living room, kneel on the pad in the corner, facing the corner.
I did as told.
I know no idea how long I wanted on my knees before I heard him enter the living room. I heard him tell presumably is son to kneel by the couch. I heard him sit. I was then instructed to get on all fours perpendicular to the couch in front of him.
No sooner was I in position before his calves were resting on my back with his feet overhanging slightly.
As soon as he was comfortable I heard him snap his fingers and seconds later his son, his slave was in front of his feet and began to worship them.
I would have given anything to have seen what the scene must have looked like.
His son worshipped his feet without pause for a TV show and a half. Hearing the TV was my only tie to reality and how much time was passing.
I don't know if you guys have ever served as a footrest. MY uncle makes me serve from time to time and it is way harder than it looks. HIs weight builds. Your arms and wrists weaken and quicker than you'd hope it because rough.
"Pull out his plug, clean it and place it on the side table"
Again without hesitation, his son obeyed. I wondered if the plug was dirty. Sir had pushed it up my ass before he drove me over and I hadn't cleaned out beforehand.
"Get his hole ready for me"
With that command, he was at my hole licking, kissing and shoving his tongue as far up my ass as he could.
"Kneel in the corner"
Again, without hesitation, he complied.
He listed his legs from my back had me turn and move forward two feet or so.
I felt his weight on my back, his cock stabbing around for my asshole and then I felt him plunge balls deep inside me.
He brought his mouth to my left ear and whispered.
"Like my son you are the lowest form of faggot. You willingly gave yourself to your uncle, my son to me. You're a toilet. Your uncle discovered you serving as a toilet to a group of men. He agreed to become his toilet, then his slave. You gave up yourself to serve and be a toilet"
He slowly started pumping his cock in and out of my ass with his final sentence. Quickly his rhythm increased and he was pounding my ass.
"Dows your uncle fuck you like this - nothing more than a hole?"
"He does, Sir."
A few minutes later with one final thrust, he came.
"Hand me his plug"
I heard his son move, he pulled out and the plug was reinserted.
I was relieved to have his weight off of me.
"Both of you, follow me back to the basement."
He had me kneel in the center of the room as I had earlier. He pulled out two ball/cock gags. The one he fasted to his son had to be at least 7inches. I guess he could see the horror on my face, he laughed and told me not to worry he's used to the size. Once secured, it was padlocked at the back of the head, a plug was pushed up his head, his hand was secured behind his back and he was locked in his cage.
The second ball/cock gag was secured in my mouth. I was instructed to lay under a rimseat on my back and I was secured in a similar fashion to his toilet.
With that Master Marc went upstairs.