The Box
Although this story is standalone, it is twinned with my other story, the `dogslave training' series.
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The following is quite extreme and contains lots of scat. You have been warned...
All comments welcomed at k9toiletdog@gmail.com By Lewis
Prologue.
Master Jason's private jet touched down at a small airfield 20 miles north of Seville, Spain. As expected a smartly dressed chauffeur was standing outside the black Jaguar XJ saloon. Only a thin leather collar indicated that he was owned property. The Master strutted down the steps, quickly crossed the twenty-five feet of tarmac and sank into the air-conditioned luxury of the car. The slave quickly shut the door behind him, pressed a button to open the trunk, waited briefly for the Master's luggage to be loaded, and then gunned the car away from the jet.
They drove for twenty minutes through the beautiful countryside before pulling off the main road onto a private gravel drive. Half a mile from the road they paused briefly to allow the high gates to silently roll back and then drove for a further mile until they reached an enormous gothic mansion. The chauffeur exited the car and opened the door for Master Jason.
`Please, Sir, if you would be so kind as to follow me?'
They walked up to the house. Master Jason silently grinned as he saw the huge wooden double doors. Two young, heavily muscled slaves, wearing nothing but a steel collar were short chained there, one by each door, their bodies lathered in sweat from the heat of the day. They both sported thick nipple and PA piercings, which were connected by a heavy looking chain in a T shape. Tribal tattoos accentuated their muscular arms. As the Master and chauffeur approached, they both opened their respective door synchronously, their heads bowed as they passed through. As soon they were inside the house, the doors were shut quickly behind them.
A butler, blonde haired, ripped, and of course totally naked greeted Master Jason. Meanwhile, two dogslaves that had been sitting just behind the door quickly crawled over to the Master and began licking His leather boots clean.
`Master Jason, it is an honour to welcome you to the house of Señor Suarez. May I get you any refreshments?'
`Espresso, and mineral water.'
`Certainly, Sir. Please be so kind as to follow me, and it would be my honour to make you more comfortable'. The butler led Master Jason to an airy, tastefully decorated room with a huge sofa against one wall. A few pieces of dungeon furniture, such as a padded leather rim seat, and a selection of whips and canes displayed on one wall kept the Master's cock hard.
`Would Sir care to make a selection?' The butler picked up a leather-bound book from the glass coffee table next to the sofa and handed it to the Master. In it were 158 A4 pictures of the pleasure slaves that Señor Suarez owned. On the front cover of the book, inscribed in gold leaf, the words: "The only limit is your imagination". Master Jason flicked through, His cock hardening further.
"Number 23, 67, 89 and 109."
"Certainly, Sir. I will have them brought to you immediately. Señor Suarez will see you shortly." The butler left and returned 3 minutes later carrying Master Jason's coffee and water. The slaves he requested followed him. The butler placed the refreshment on the table, while the slaves knelt in front of Him, hands on the back of their necks just above their thick leather collars, knees wide apart, heads bowed and eyes lowered. Their numbers had been tattooed on the left side of their chests.
"23, foot stool!" Master Jason barked, and the slave got on all fours and crawled closer to Him so He could use it as a foot rest. Master Jason slowly sipped His delicious coffee in-between taking gulps of water. He flicked through the book of slaves more slowly and one, in particular, stood out. it was insanely ripped with smouldering green eyes. Many piercings adorned its body including a thick septum ring. A 2-inch mohawk finished its look off perfectly. He was definitely going to fuck number 100 before He left.
Master Jason's dick throbbed. He got up, looped two fingers through the D-ring in 67's collar and roughly dragged it to the rim seat - shoving its head underneath. He pulled down His jeans and sat down on the comfortable seat. The slave, impeccably trained, waited for His command.
"Rim!" Immediately Master Jason felt the wonderful sensation of a warm moist tongue gently flicking over His arsehole.
"89, heel!" The slave rushed over. "Suck!" The slave began expertly licking and sucking His cockhead before beginning to deepthroat Him.
"109 - select that leather paddle with the dull metal spikes and bring it to Me." 109 rushed over to the wall, grabbed the paddle and ran back to the Master, kneeling beside His right side and offer the implement to Him. "All fours. Let's redden that nice butt of yours." He grinned as He started laying into the slave. To its credit, it remained totally silent despite the pain.
After 10 minutes of rimming, cock sucking and paddling 109s butt, Señor Suarez came in. Two hulking muscle slaves in leather hoods and thick leather collars and harnesses followed behind Him, always keeping 1 pace between themselves and their Master.
Master Jason got up and shook His hand.
"Buenos dias, Señor."
Buenos dias." Señor Suarez replied. "Thank you for coming."
"My pleasure, I assure you. I understand you have a request from me?"
"Indeed. I've heard about your ranch in the States and your work in bioengineering bacteria such that slaves may permanently live on a shit-only diet. I, therefore, have a proposition for you." He clicked His fingers, and one of the hooded slaves handed Master Jason a piece of paper. He studied it carefully. On it was a blueprint for a very ambitious piece of furniture.
"Do you think it can be done?" Señor Suarez asked.
"Yes, I think it should be possible. You have a slave in mind, or should one be recruited?"
"I think a new one should be found. Preferably an All American jock type. Straight. A challenge for you to break."
"Very good. I assume money is not an object?"
"Indeed not. You may name your price, but being so rich has made me somewhat impatient. I appreciate it is a difficult piece to make, but I will give you no more than 12 months to deliver it.
"Excellent. I look forward to seeing you then."
Zane walked out of the tattoo shop, clingfilm wrapped tightly around the new tribals he'd just got on his muscly left arm. He was a quarterback for his college football team, and he was most definitely smoking hot. Giuliana watched him from her car as he crossed the street and entered a bar - probably to help dull the pain from his new tats. She smiled, got out of the car and went in after him.
She walked over and sat down next to him. This was going to be easy.
"Wow, what great arms you have," she said, gently stroking him with one finger. "Wanna buy a thirsty girl a drink?"
Predictably, Zane took Giuliana up on her offer to go back to her place. He thought he was going to get a quick fuck with a hot girl. Unfortunately, Giuliana was a honey trap employed by Master Jason. As she fixed another drink for him in her kitchen, she slipped in a powerful sedative.
Zane woke up 12 hours later, naked, caged, collared, gagged and butt plugged. He started to scream. The pain from his virgin butt hole was enormous.
"EELLLLP!" he screamed into the pecker gag that had been locked on. "EEELPPP!"
Master Jason left him to alone in the empty dungeon to tire himself out a little. The He went down to pay him a visit, naked, apart from His leather boots and black leather armbands tight around each bicep.
"Silence, you piece of shit!" He ordered.
Zane, shocked, momentarily did as commanded.
"You are my slave now. You will be broken completely until you have no limits whatsoever and then sold. Think on this. Your training will start tomorrow." He then began to piss all over His newly acquired slave. it started angrily screaming into its gag louder than ever, but Master Jason just laughed and then walked out of the dungeon, turning off the light to leave it in total darkness, wet and shivering, for the night.
When He came back, it predictably started screaming again. When it realised that wasn't going to work, it started begging and when that didn't work, it of course began to cry.
"Pathetic," Master Jason booted its arse through the bars of the cage. "Your training begins today. There is only limited time before you must be sold. Therefore, you will learn very quickly that you either obey or suffer. The suffering will be great, even for the slightest mistake."
"Lesson 1 is that you are now worthless, subhuman and inferior to Me and every other Master and slave you will encounter during your training. You are inferior to objects, animals, even animal shit." The slave started sobbing harder. Master Jason left in disgust. He returned 8 hours later with one of His dogslaves on a leash.
"You must be very thirsty after drooling for the last 20 hours from that pecker gag," Master Jason said to the caged slave. "If you are good, I will take off your gag and you may drink. Will you be good?" The slave nodded furiously, eyes pleading.
Master Jason opened the cage, clipped a leash onto the slave and dragged it out. it tried to stand up, but Master Jason kicked it hard in the balls, causing it to double over in pain. He placed one boot firmly on the back of its head, pressing it hard into the concrete floor of the dungeon.
"Worthless shit like you stays on all fours, like a dog, at all times. I will let this go, just this once, without punishment, but try and stand again, and you'll regret it. Now. I'm going to remove the gag so you can drink. If you scream or make any sound, it'll go back in. I will put you in that cage, and watch you die of dehydration. I might even stream it on the dark web, and have some sick cunts pay to watch. I'll have your body cremated and you'll just be one more missing person. A statistic. If you think I won't do that, just remember how easily I brought you here. I could do that a thousand times over, using different woman I pay a couple hundred bucks to each time. So, here we go."
Master Jason unlocked the padlock holding the gag in place and removed it from the slave's mouth. It made no sound.
"Dogslave, piss!" Master Jason commanded. The animal slave cocked its leg and floods of piss erupted from its cock all over the dungeon floor.
"You may now lick up the piss, slave."
"You fucking sick cunt! You can't treat me like this....." it was about to continue shouting when it felt an immense pain from its groin, much worse than before. Master Jason had booted it with all His strength in its balls again. The slave collapsed to the floor, breathing hard, groaning, needing to vomit but unable to.
"What a disappointment," He said, as he reinserted the pecker gag, locked it back on, and dragged the slave back into the cage. He led the dogslave out, leaving the caged slave alone in the dark again. He did not visit it for another 48 hours.
The slave was in a very bad way when He returned. It had pissed itself several times and had even tried drinking it, but the gag effectively prevented that. it hadn't drunk anything for nearly 72 hours, and it was sure it would die soon. it kept thinking about the pool of piss outside the cage. Kept thinking how much it wanted it, even it was from another guy. it nearly went mad. For the first 24 hours it had kept screaming to be let out, but after that it had stopped, wanting to conserve its energy. After 48 hours, it was sure the man was going to be true to his word and leave him there to die, and then it had started sobbing uncontrollably again.
It was eternally relieved when the light was switched back on, and the man came back down and unlocked the cage and dragged him out by the collar.
Master Jason looked down at the slave. its body was too weak to move. it tried to look up at Him, its eyes wide.
"Last chance to live. You may lick up the remaining piss, or you'll be returned to the cage. You will not make a sound, or you'll be returned to the cage. Understand?"
The slave nodded, slowly. Master Jason removed the gag. The slave crawled to the pool of piss, now diminished somewhat due to evaporation. it stuck out its tongue and started to lick. The taste was foul but it was liquid, and it wanted to live. it sucked the disgusting piss off the floor until there was none left. Only then did it realise how hungry it was.
Master Jason went to a cupboard, took out a can of dog food, opened it, and dumped the brown stinking mush onto the floor in front of the slave. It came out in the shape of the can and stayed that way. The slave was returned to the cage, which had a circular hole in it when the two doors were locked shut so a slave's head could be trapped. Master Jason locked the slave with its head hanging out of the cage, and then hooded it and placed a piss gag and funnel on it. The hood had eye holes, so it could see the pile of dog food on the floor in front of it, just out of reach.
"You will be My urinal and the urinal of My slaves and slave trainers for the next 7 days. You will not eat until this sentence is up. For each drop you spill, a day will be added to your sentence". With that, He aimed His enormous cock at the funnel and started pissing into. The slave drank greedily, for it was still extremely dehydrated and semi-delirious.
The week passed slowly for the slave. it drank many, many loads of piss. its disgust at being forced to do such a horrible thing gradually faded as its hunger grew. The smell of the dog food, which wafted into the cage continually and had once smelt foul, was now a great source of torment for the slave. it couldn't believe how much it wanted, needed, that food. By the 5th day, it collapsed from its can shape into a heap, and one of the trainers trod on it and mashed it up with his big black leather boots. He told it how much one of the other dogslaves would enjoy licking it from the treads while he was pissing into the funnel. After he finished pissing he turned around and farted loudly directly into the funnel, forcing the slave to breathe in the smell. it gagged and retched.
On day 7, Master Jason returned, had a piss, and then removed the funnel and hood before opening the cage door.
"Feed!" He commanded. "No hands!". The slave crawled weakly from its cage to the pile of remaining dog food and was so thankful to eat it didn't even notice the horrible taste. The pile of food was gone in a few seconds.
"Good slave. Now back in the cage." What the slave didn't realise was that Master Jason had put a pill in the dog food. The pill contained special bacteria that had been genetically modified to live in the stomach and small intestines of humans, where they would break down cellulose and other components of shit humans normally can't digest, and turn them into a usable energy source, along with all the vitamins and minerals a human needs to survive. This meant any slave that had been fed the pill could live on a shit only diet indefinitely.
The slave's cage was filled with its own piss, and a small amount of its shit, but it didn't care. With its head permanently held in the steel O ring of the cage it had barely been able to sleep for the past week, so it curled up into a ball and fell asleep almost instantly. it must have been in a deep sleep indeed, for when it woke up it was chained to the dungeon floor, face down, by its arms and legs. What looked like a toilet seat on legs had been set up in front of it, and a leather collar dangled down from the ceiling by a thick chain, swinging gently a few inches from the floor. "Fuck, what now?" it thought.
It was left there on the cold concrete floor for two hours before Master Jason entered the dungeon, a dogslave crawling behind his left boot. He didn't speak, didn't look at the chained slave. He simply unbuttoned His leather trousers, pulled them down, sat on the toilet seat and proceeded - to the horror of the slave - to dump a massive, stinking shit onto the floor. He got up, turned around, and bent over slightly.
"Clean," He commanded the dogslave, and it immediately went to His hole and began rimming Him spotless.
Wisely, the chained slave didn't speak through all of this, just watched on in terror.
Smiling, Master Jason turned His attention the slave, who was wincing at the stench coming from the pile of fresh shit just inches from its nose. He pointed His fingers at the dump and said the word the slave was dreading:
"EAT!"
The slave started to cry. Master Jason kicked it hard in the ribs, screaming: "stop snivelling you worthless cunt and get that mess eaten NOW!"
"Please," the slave whispered quietly, winded from the kicking. It was the only word it got out. Master Jason went crazy, violently booting the slave over and over. Eventually, His boot connected with its head and it passed out.
When it woke it found the collar dangling from the chain was locked around its neck. Its hands were manacled to the dungeon floor, 3 feet apart, in line with its head. Its legs had likewise been manacled at its ankles and just below the knee so that it was in an all fours position, its torso parallel to the floor. Its face was held a couple of inches above Master Jason's shit pile by the collar - just high enough so if it wanted to it could lick the shit with its tongue stretched fully out, but no more. The smell, however, easily flooded into its nostrils, making it retch. It stayed like that for what seemed like hours until finally, it heard footsteps.
Master Jason stood in front of it, although the slave could only see His leather boots which gleamed, cleaned to perfection by the tongue of another of His slaves.
"For your disobedience, you will be sentenced to 10 days starvation." The slave whimpered but otherwise stayed silent. "At the end of this, you will be allowed the honour of eating My shit to nourish yourself. If you refuse, the punishment will repeat, again and again, until you either eat that shit pile or die." Master Jason turned and walked to the dungeon door. "Oh, and I've given permission to every one of my slaves and dogs that they can fuck you whenever they wish for the duration of your punishment." He left, leaving the slave alone. It started to cry once more.
Soon after the Master left, a recorded voice began blaring out from unseen speakers. "You are worthless. You are nothing. You are lower than dog shit. You live only to serve and obey." The message repeated on a loop over and over again. The slave, its hands bound, was powerless to stop listening to it. The dungeon was lit by a single bare bulb that hung from the ceiling. After 10 minutes it turned off leaving the slave alone in the dark, cold room.
After 90 minutes one of Master Jason's dogslaves entered the dungeon. The light flicked on and it trotted over to the slave, started rimming its hole, and then mounted it.
"Please dude, don't do this," the slave begged. The dogslave growled angrily at it and then stuck its cock into it virgin hole. Without lube the pain was enormous. The slave screamed in agony, but it only made the dogslave's cock engorge further. It began humping the slave aggressively - it had been months since it was allowed to even cum and years since it had last fucked anyone and this slave's virgin arsehole felt wonderful. Eventually, it came hard, its dick throbbing violently, injecting the slave with load after load of its hot jizz. The ultimate humiliation for the slave was to find it had gotten hard itself during the fucking from the dog's cock rubbing against it prostate.
The slave lost all track of time. As the day wore on it was fucked again and again by different slaves belonging to Master Jason. It arsehole felt like it was on fire, while its stomach felt like it was about to implode from hunger. Its knees ached terribly from being forced to kneel on the hard concrete floor, whilst the collar bit into its neck, making it struggle for every breath. This continued day after day. The hunger came in waves, and with each cycle, the pain in its stomach grew stronger. After a while, the pain spread out until it whole body was crying out for food. It felt weak and faint. The pain from its arsehole was nothing in comparison. And all the while the voice kept endlessly repeating: "You are worthless. You are nothing. You are lower than dog shit. You live only to serve and obey."
Every morning and evening Master Jason would force a funnel gag into its mouth and feed it a little of His piss. Just enough so it wouldn't die of dehydration, but not enough to properly quench its thirst. It's tongue and throat constantly felt like sandpaper.
By the fifth day, the slave tried to eat the shit under its face. It had dried out considerably and no longer smelled, but of course, it couldn't quite reach. It tongue managed to touch the surface and it tasted raw and bitter, but no matter how much it tried to force its head down so that the collar was cutting deeply into its windpipe, cutting off all its air, it couldn't bite into it.
By the 8th day, it was falling in and out of consciousness. It would come round for a while after being fed piss, only to faint again. Its stomach was just a hard lump, its hole a disgusting sloppy mess. Still, the speakers blared out the never-ending mantra: "You are worthless. You are nothing. You are lower than dog shit. You live only to serve and obey."
Finally, the 10th day of its punishment came. Master Jason gave it a full bladder of piss and the unclipped the chain from the collar. He held its head above the shit and then ordered it to feed. Weakly it struggled to lower its head, and Master Jason released His grip on the collar. The slave started to eat. The dried out shit didn't really taste of anything. Just bland with a bitter aftertaste. It felt each hard chunk move down it throat and into its shrivelled stomach. It ate the whole thing and then started licking the stains from the floor, still starving.
Master Jason obliged by shitting out another enormous load of fresh shit. The slave started eating, but the Master grabbed its collar and pulled it away.
"Slaves must always wait for permission to start feeding!" He barked. "Now, FEED!"
The pathetic slave started bitting into the fresh shit. It tasted far, far worse than the dried meal it had just eaten, but it was too hungry to care. Within a couple of minutes it was all eaten. Master Jason released its hands and legs from the manacles securing it to the dungeon floor and then pointed at the many loads of dried cum that covered the floor. Cum which had dripped out of its hole after each brutal fucking.
"Clean My floor, cunt!" And the slave did, licking and sucking up all the cum that had been up its own arse. The Master smile broadly. Eventually, it happened to all slaves when brought to the brink of death. They would do literally anything to survive. It had taken the best part of a month but finally, it was broken. The real training could now begin.
For the piece of furniture that Señor Suarez had ordered, the slave needed to have five basic functions drilled into it. These were: salivate, lick, rim, hold its mouth wide open and swallow upon command. However, instead of being ordered verbally, the slave would be ordered via an electric shock to one of the five digits on its hand.
Teaching the slave to salivate was easy. It was simply starved again, and after a few days, delicious smells were wafted into the slave's cage. Its hands were tightly chained to the bar of the cage, and all the while a mild electric shock was applied to its thumb. The poor slave couldn't help but endlessly salivate as the smell of frying meat and freshly baked bread made its painfully empty stomach growl. This treatment went on for nearly a month. During that time it was never once allowed out of its small cage. At night its hands were unlocked from the bars of the cage, allowing some small comfort so it could sleep, for which it was eternally grateful. In reality, the Master cared nothing for its comfort, and this was done so it would be awake during the day so its mind conditioning would happen faster. For 16 hours a day, slaves were ordered to cook near the cage using delicious smelling ingredients, and the Master took to eating His gourmet meals in full view of the starving slave - taunting it. All the while the electric pulses to its thumb continued. Of course, the slave never got to taste any of the food the slaves prepared - every 2 or 3 days the Master sat on top of the cage and took a large shit through the bars. The slave, grateful for any small amount of sustenance, wolfed it down, hardly thinking about its disgusting taste or its own degradation. it was just glad to have a warm `meal' inside it. On the few occasions it also needed to shit, this was also eaten.
After a month of conditioning, the slave was allowed out of the cage and ordered to sit doggy style in front of a large trough. One by one, 10 of the Master's slaves filed into the dungeon and proceeded to dump huge, firm pieces of shit into the trough. The slave had last eaten five days ago, and its stomach was a knot of pain.
"Feed!" the Master ordered, and the slave rushed to the trough, and started taking massive bites of the slaves' stinking waste and swallowing it down. It felt so good to finally feel its stomach start to expand after the tortuous days of starvation it had been made to endure. It continued to feed, its stomach looking bloated and distended by the time the last of the mess was licked up from the bottom of the trough.
The Maser knelt in front of it and pressed a button on the electro box to send pulses of electric into the slave's thumb. He forced its mouth open and was pleased to see that despite the fact it was now obviously full, the slave produced large quantities of brown saliva almost immediately. It dribbled out of its mouth and pooled on the floor. The slave was ordered to clean the floor and then returned to its cage - stage one of its training complete.
For stage two of its training, the slave was removed from its cage. At first, it was happy to be let out, but when the Master lead it to a metal contraption it knew it was in for more torment. The device was a kind of stocks. It consisted of a central metal bar, with four more bars bolted to it at right angles - two near the middle and one near each end. Eight steel cuffs had been welded to the ends of the bars. At the front of the central bar, another short bar was welded pointing up to the ceiling and at the top was a steel collar. The purpose of the device was clear - its wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles would be locked into position, keeping it in an all fours position. Its head would then be secured into place with the steel collar. It would be immobilised and its holes completely vulnerable once locked into the stocks. Its shivered with fear, thinking about what might be planned for it.
The Master quickly locked it into place, grinning and getting hard as He did so. He couldn't resist fucking the slave's tight arsehole that was so nicely on display. The slave whimpered a little as its Master huge cock ploughed into it, but knew better than to cry out now. Once He had filled the slave's hole with cum, He pulled out and brought His cock round to be cleaned. The slave had had no opportunity to clean itself for nearly two months now, so His cock was covered in filth. Nevertheless, the slave slurped it clean. A few drops of cum dribbled out of the Master's cock as it deflated, and the slave relished the taste - it was the most delicious thing it had eaten in a long while. The Master attached electrodes to its index finger and it soon felt the familiar electric pulses. The Master inspected its mouth, worried it might be salivating, but to His relief, it wasn't.
It was left alone in the stocks for what seemed like several hours in the dark dungeon. Then the lights turned on, and one of the Master's alpha slaves came down the stairs, a dog slave straining at the leash he was holding. The alpha wore only 20 hole rangers, a leather jock, and a simple chain link collar, the padlock dangling against his massive chest. He went straight over to the helpless slave, unlaced his jock, pulled out his thick, meaty cock and began unleashed a torrent of strong piss into its mouth. The slave guzzled it down, glad to finally have a drink. After his piss, the alpha led the dog to a spot a couple of feet in front of the immobilised slave.
"Shit!" he ordered it. The slave marvelled at how quickly the dog slave obeyed, and how much training must have gone into it. Within two seconds of the `shit' commanded the dog slave assumed the squatting positing, butt hole poised six inches from the ground, and within 5 seconds a large, steaming pile of shit was deposited on the dungeon's concrete floor. The alpha grinned and issued his second order to the dog:
"Sit!"
The dogslave complied instantly, sitting doggy style in the mess it had just dumped on the floor.
The alpha ordered the dog back up onto all fours and then tugged on its leash, forcing it to walk backward until its shitty arse was next to the slave's face. He turned on the electric box, and the slave felt the shocks pulsing up its index finger.
"Lick that butt clean, cunt!" the alpha ordered. Reluctantly the slave stuck out its tongue and began to slowly clean the mess from the dog slave's arse.
"Faster bitch!" the alpha yelled, and the slave redoubled its efforts.
Still not satisfied, the alpha grabbed a bull whip and started to thrash the immobilised slave.
"I said faster, you worthless piece of shit!" he screamed, laying into it with all his strength. Red lines of blood soon criss crossed the slave's back. Tears rolled down its face, more from the humiliation of having to lick another man's butt clean of shit than the pain it was being put through. The alpha looked on, smirking.
"Disgusting cunt. Must be a real fucking faggot to let this happen to it. Bark if it's a disgusting faggot!"
The slave remained silent.
"I said fucking BARK!" he screamed, and walked around to the back of the slave and booted it with all his strength in its exposed balls. The slave screamed in an agony.
"Bark, scum hole, or there'll be nothing left of your balls once I'm through with them."
The slave started barking in between licking the dog slave's butt, and the alpha roared with laughter.
"Ha! Knew you're a worthless fag. Now lick its balls clean - they're all shitted up too!" he ordered. Afraid of getting another booting it complied immediately.
Once the dogslave's balls and arse had been thoroughly licked clean, the electric pulses to the slave's index finder were stopped and the alpha ordered the dog to consume the rest of its mess from the floor before it was led away. It was left alone in the dark for several more hours.
The alpha came back, only this time he had two dogs on thick, chainlink leashes - one bio dog - a huge, muscular Rhodesian Ridgeback, and one dogslave, whilst a regular slave followed behind him, collared and gaged. The bio dog padded over to the slave, gave it a sniff, and then sat in front of it. The alpha dragged up a chair, sat down, and began reading a porn mag - ignoring the slave, the bio dog, and the dogslave completely. The slave noticed that whilst the alpha had a huge boner he wasn't wanking - clearly, the Master still had a strong influence on him.
After a little while, the bio dog began to whine and got up. He looked up at the alpha, and whined louder, starting to pace around. Without looking up the alpha clicked his finger twice and pointed at the floor in front of him. As the slave predicted, the bio dog ejected a single, massive piece of shit, sniffed it a little, and then lay back down. The alpha continued reading for a few minutes, then got up and dragged the dogslave so it was in on all fours in front of the slave, then ordered it to stay. He then proceeded to stand in the dog shit with his large, leather ranger boot, getting it fully covered in filth. The slave could only watch in horror as the alpha pulled up his chair, and sat back down, and then rested his shit covered boot on the dogslave's back, using it as a foot stool. The stinking sole of the boot was only millimetres from its mouth. It could see the treads were full of reeking brown filth. Then, with rising dread, it felt the familiar pulse run up its index finger, signalling for it to start licking. It froze. It just couldn't do this.
The alpha waited a few seconds and then held up his right hand, clicked, and went back to reading his magazine. The slave who had been standing behind him the entire time rushed to a cabinet and came back with three small tealights. It carefully placed one under the immobilised slave's balls, and one under each nipple, before quickly lighting the wicks.
For a few moments, the bound slave did nothing but try and pull its face as far away from the stinking boot as possible, which was literally only a few millimetres given how restrictive its collar was. it felt its balls and nipples starting to warm up. it was almost pleasant at first, given the dungeon was kept fairly cool so that the Master, dressed in His leathers would be comfortable, at the expense of His naked slaves of course. Soon, however, it began to get uncomfortable. Within 30 seconds uncomfortable went to painful. Soon it was thrashing around in pure agony as the candles burned its balls and nipples. It let out a scream, followed by a "Please, SIR!" to the smirking alpha.
"Lick, cunt, and the pain will stop." the alpha said simply, disinterested in its suffering.
it writhed around screaming for another minute, and then, unable to take the pain any longer it stuck out its tongue into and began to enthusiastically lick the disgusting tasting filth from the alpha's boot.
The alpha nodded, and the slave knelt down and blew out the candles. The smell of smoke mixed with the noxious stench of the dog shit.
"I want my boots spotless. ANY dirt left and those candles will be relit and you will be left alone until they have burnt themselves out," the alpha explained matter of factly, not bothering to look up from his magazine.
The bound slave was licking the alphas boots for nearly two hours. Every so often he would step in the dwindling pile of dog shit again and then pressed the boot to the slave's face for re-cleaning. In this way, it ate nearly the entire pile of shit from his boots. The few stains that were left on the floor were licked clean by the other slave who had lit the candles. Once it had finished its licking task, the electric pulses to its index finger we switched off, and the alpha stood up and left, leading out the bio dog and the dogslave, with the regular slave trailing behind.
The next day the whole process was repeated, except that the slave had learned there was no way out of it and licked the alpha's boots without needing any persuasion. In total the whole scene was repeated for 10 days in a row.
On the 11th day, the Master came in and blindfolded the slave. Similar to the alpha, he positioned a dogslave in front of it to act as a footstool, and proceeded to dump some mush on the floor before stepping in it, and then presented the sole to the slave's face. He turned the electricity on to signal for it to start licking, and it complied almost instantly, regardless of the fact it had no idea what it was about to consume. As soon as its tongue touched the sole of the boot it screamed in pain and started thrashing about, desperate to escape its bondage. The Master laughed, and simply turned up the voltage to its finger, signalling for it to lick faster.
The cruel Master wanted to fully test that the lick command had been properly drilled in, so He had made a concoction of human shit, dog shit, horse shit along with an entire, finely sliced, Carolina Reaper, probably the hottest chilli pepper in the world. It was this that was currently burning the slave's tongue and putting it in agony.
With tears running down its face, the slave stuck its tongue out and began to blindly lick the remaining mush from its Master boot, occasionally pausing to scream, gag and cough at the intense burning pain in its mouth and throat. 30 minutes of intense agony later and the boot was finally cleaned, and the Master was satisfied the lick command had been properly drilled into it.
Stage three of its training saw the slave locked to the floor of the dungeon face up. Every part of its body was held down by tight leather straps - four on its legs, three on its arms, three on its torso, one around its neck and another around its forehead. The only thing it could move was its mouth. Plugs were inserted into its nostrils that were connected to thin tubes. A special electric rim seat which could move up and down several inches was then placed over its face hole and the ends of the tubes attached to the front of the seat. Everything was ready for its training to begin again.
The alpha slave sat down on the rim seat, his butt hole a mere inch from the slave's mouth. Its middle finger began to tingle as an electric current pulsed through it. The alpha farted loudly, blowing hot, stinking gas into the slave's mouth. it cried out and coughed, and tried to breathe through the tubes, but no air came through them. In that moment it realised the ends of the tubes had valves on them, which the alpha had obviously closed, forcing it to breathe the noxious air. The alpha grinned and farted several more times. he had been ordered to eat hot chili for lunch, the Master knowing full well it would result in super bad gas.
The rim seat began to lower, and soon the alpha's hole was pressed into its mouth. it suddenly realised it couldn't breathe at all and began to panic. After enjoying tormenting it for nearly a full minute as the slave writhed underneath it, the alpha reached down and flipped the valves open, allowing it some oxygen.
"Rim, cunt, or its air will be cut off permanently!" the alpha barked.
Not having much choice, the slave began to flick its tongue over the alpha's butt hole, inwardly despairing at having to lick another man's arse out.
"What the fuck is that? That is pathetic, faggot. Get your tongue in there!" the alpha ordered. The slave didn't respond quick enough, which resulted in the alpha's ranger boots stomping hard on its already bruised balls. The slave screamed in pain, its entire body taught with agony. The alpha quite enjoyed the feeling of the slave screaming into its arsehole, so it kicked it again and then once more. The third time the poor slave nearly passed out it was in so much pain.
"Fucking get that tongue into my hole or I'll really give it something to scream about!" the alpha threatened. The slave did its best to follow its orders, but it had never rimmed anyone before, and its tongue quickly got tired trying to work its way into the alpha slave's tight hole. The alpha felt his stomach rumble and 10 seconds later he blasted a volcanic amount of hot, stinking gas directly into the slave's open mouth. He laughed at its desperate cries, and farted again, even more loudly than before.
"Keep rimming cunt," he ordered. The slave reluctantly stuck its tongue into the alpha's hole again, but within a minute or two it was burning with the effort of providing a sufficiently deep rim job, and it withdrew its tongue from the alpha's hole to let the pain subside a bit.
The alpha sighed, got up from the rim seat, and went to fetch something from the other side of the dungeon, although strapped down the slave couldn't see it. He kept it hidden from view when he returned and sat back down.
"RIM!" he screamed, and the slave did its best to get it tongue buried deep into the alpha's hole again. A couple of minutes passed and then the pain built of again, causing the slave to withdraw its tongue again. This time, the moment it stopped rimming its felt a huge bolt of pain coursing through its right nipple. The alpha had fetched an electric cattle prod in order to motivate it!
"I didn't fucking tell you to stop, cunt. Next one will be on your balls and after that your cock head. Now, rim until I am satisfied."
The slave spent the next hour rimming the alpha as deep as it could. Its jaw and tongue were in constant, burning agony, but it feared the searing pain of the cattle prod on its already tender and swollen balls much more. Throughout it all, it's middle finger tingled from the electric current.
As soon as the alpha stood up, the tingling stopped, but his hole was soon replaced with that of another slave, and the electric current was turned back on. The slave was forced to rim dozens of holes over the next few day. Some holes were clean, some were filthy and stank of shit. Some were sloppy and others tight as if they'd never been fucked before. Some were hairy, and some smooth. The electric current was always constant though.
It was never unchained from its position, but it was permitted to sleep for a few hours each night. It had to rely on the generosity of the holes it was rimming for food. Its stomach had grumbled loudly when it had been servicing a smooth, tight hole, and the man had been kind enough to dump an enormous load of shit into its mouth which it eagerly swallowed, having not eaten for a day or two. Similarly, all of it liquids had to come from the men it was servicing - luckily most of them chose to piss into its mouth, as it lost a lot of saliva through near-constant rimming.
At last, it heard the booming voice of Master. "Let's see how the cunt's training is progressing then." He heard a zip being pulled down, followed by His leather trousers. Then His hairy butt hole appeared just millimetres from the slave's mouth. The Master farted loudly, and the powerful stench soon invaded the slave's nostrils, filtering down through the tubes. It knew better than to make a sound though. It also knew better than to start rimming before the proper signal had been given, so it simply waited. The Master farted again, then again. The slave stayed completely motionless, hardly daring to breathe, not wanting to do anything that might risk further punishment. Hours seemed to tick by, but the slave guessed it was only a few minutes in reality. He thought he could hear the pages of a magazine or book being turned every little while.
This went on and on. The slave started to get bored, wondering if maybe it should have started rimming as soon as Master sat down. Maybe He will stand up at any moment and issue a colossal punishment?
Then the familiar buzzing in its middle finger started, and the slave instantly started deep rimming the Master, as quickly as if a robot had been turned on. Master smiled. its training was going better than He had hoped it would. He settled down and enjoyed the fabulous sensation of the slave's tongue pleasuring His hole - it had become quite talented over the last few days.
The faggot slave was now ready to enter the fourth stage of its training. It was kept chained under the rim chair - where it had been kept totally immobile for over a week, with the only exception that a huge spyder gag was inserted into its mouth and locked in place. Then it was simply left alone. The dungeon lights were turned out, and its ring finger began to tingle. For the next week, it was ignored. Sometime a slave would come in and piss into its mouth, alleviating its terrible thirst due to the fact it was nearly constantly salivating because its mouth was forced wide open. It wasn't able to sleep much - its jaw a constant source of agony. Its mouth kept trying to close involuntarily as the muscles went into spasm, and soon its teeth were also in pain as they ground into the metal ring of the spyder gag.
Occasionally the alpha slave would come with an evil grin on his face and pour brown, stinking liquid into the faggot's mouth - a concoction the slave knew was a slurry of piss and shit. It retched violently the first few times this happened, physically unable to swallow with its mouth forced open. Its retching had sprayed the stinking liquid all over the dungeon floor, and it had suffered excruciating ball torture as punishment, whilst dogslaves had lapped up the mess. But over time it got used to it little by little, and after the first week was able to slowly swallow its meal without gagging too badly. By the end of the second week it had become more proficient, and by the end of the month it was gulping down liquids easily. All the while its ring finger buzzed, and it was never freed from the tight chains which held it immobile on the hard, cold, floor.
Master entered the dungeon, leather boots gleaming with saliva from a recent cleaning. He hefted out His massive flaccid cock from His leather jock and began to release a torrent of piss into the faggot's open mouth hole. It dutifully swallowed everything, not a drop spilled. He smiled, reached down and unbuckled the spyder gag, enjoying the relief in the slave's eyes as it began to close its mouth.
"Who the fuck told you to close that hole, cunt?" He growled. "Open wider." The slave forced its numb jaws to open again, as wide as it could manage. "Wider faggot or I'll twist your fucking balls off right now." The slave managed to get its mouth open a few more millimetres, and that seemed to satisfy Him.
From the corner He brought a tripod out with a camera fixed to the top, pointing down, wire's trailing from it. The He went about fixing clamps to various parts of its body - piss slit, balls, nipples, inner thighs, ear lobes, tongue, lower lip. All the clamps had wires coming out of them which fed into a large black box.
"Close that hole, even a few millimetres, even for a second, and thousands of volts will be sent coursing through your body. 1 minute of agony for every second the front hole was closed. Don't worry, you won't die, but you'll want to." He smirked, turned around, and started up the stairs. "You'll get four hours sleep per day when the camera will be turned off. Three quick burst of pain will let you know when the period starts and ends. Oh, and it has night vision." The lights were turned off and the door at the top of the stairs banged shut. The faggot slave heard the bolt being drawn across. It lay there, jaws numb from being held open constantly, the clamps digging painfully into every sensitive part of its body, just waiting before it would be used again, desperately trying to keep its mouth wide open.
For hours it lay there, mouth open, drooling. It got more and more tired. It was desperate to sleep. It shut its eyes, and then they flew open as horrific amounts of pain flooded its body. It screamed and screamed, shaking violently in its chains, desperate for the agony to stop. It must have fallen asleep without permission, just for a few seconds, and closed its mouth. Every muscle in its body spasmed uncontrollably. It had never experienced anything like it. The pain grew worse if anything as it writhed around on the hard concrete floor, just screaming and screaming. It lost all sense of time. It felt like it had been going on for hours.
"Please Master!" it yelled over and over, but no help came, and there was no relief from its torment. Just vast, unending pain. And then it was over. The slave breathed heavily, dripping in sweat. Its throat burned from screaming so much. Then it realised it has shat itself. Tears began to drip down its face as it lay there in its own filth, waiting to be of use again, mouth held wide open.
This continued for a further month. Occasionally a slave would pour the now familiar piss/shit slurry into its open mouth hole to give it nourishment, but otherwise, it was largely ignored. For the first few days it hadn't been able to stop itself falling asleep during the long hours it spent in the dark and had been punished with incredible bursts of pain, but for the last two weeks, it had managed to hold its mouth wide open for 18 hours a day. All the while its ring finger buzzed with electricity.
Three bursts of stabbing agony woke it from its short rest, as they had done every day for the past month. This time, however, it soon heard booted footsteps coming down the stairs into the dungeon. The lights flicked on, and it saw its Master and His Rhodesian Ridgeback being held on a tight leash. He led the huge dog over to its face, and it gave the faggot slave a bit of a sniff.
The Master pointed to the faggots front hole and clicked His fingers twice.
Immediately the gigantic dog turned around and began squatting over the slave's mouth. A second later, huge amounts of dog shit were filling its wide open front hole. Despite the horror of the situation, the slave noticed the electricity to its ring finger switch off. So began the last phase of its training.
"Faggot's training is progressing well." The Master growled. "It will hold that shit in its mouth until given permission to swallow." With that, He turned around and walked the dog back upstairs. The lights turned off, and the slave was left to cope with the foul taste of dog shit filling its mouth. Tears began to roll gently down its face once again.
Hours later the Master came back. "Swallow, cunt," were the only words He spoke. The faggot slave noticed electricity buzzing through its little finger. It began sobbing as it slowly started to chew the dog shit, some of which had turned to paste by now. Little by the stinking brown mush disappeared down its throat. It had hoped that would get rid of the horrific, vile taste, but its mouth was so coated in shit that it made no difference at all.
"If it doesn't want a 10-day starvation punishment with constant electro torture, it will swallow whatever is dumped in its front hole much faster next time," the Master warned it. He turned and left. The light went out, and the slave felt the electricity to its little finger turn off. Then, its thumb buzzed and it began to involuntarily salivate. Slowly the shit in its mouth was getting rinsed off. Then the electro switched to its index finger and it couldn't help but start to licking, even though nothing was there. The electro switched again to its middle finger, and it began prodding the air with its tongue. It couldn't seem to stop itself. It seemed as natural as breathing to it. The ring finger was next, and its mouth flew wide open. The electro cycled like this all night.
The next morning, 10 slaves and the now familiar Rhodesian Ridgeback made their way into the dungeon, following the Master. He pulled up a rim seat over its face, pulled down His leather jeans, and sat down. The faggot received the signal to start rimming, and almost instantly the Master sighed with pleasure as its warm, moist tongue made its way into His ripe, unwashed arsehole. He began reading a bondage magazine and His huge, thick cock began to harden. Without looking up He raised His right hand, clicked and pointed at His dick. The alpha slave rushed over, squatted over the toilet slave and began sucking Him. He groaned a little at the sensation and then began to slowly dump the contents of His bowels into the faggots open mouth. it felt its little finger buzz with electricity, signalling for it to start swallowing. The threat its Master had given it the previous night about not swallowing fast enough echoed round in its head, and it redoubled its efforts to eat the disgusting, reeking meal being fed to it.
Finally, the Master stopped shitting. It's thumb buzzed, and it began salivating uncontrollably, shitty saliva sliding down its throat. In some ways, it was grateful since it rinsed the taste from its mouth. This went on for a few minutes, and then the electricity was switched to its index finger. it began to lick furiously at the Master's arsehole, disgusted with itself but somehow unable to stop. it felt the Master thrust faster and faster and then relax, as He came into the alpha slave's mouth. it felt Him kick the slave away, and then there was pain as He rested one boot on its stomach and the other on its balls. After a few minutes, it was signalled to rim again, and this went on for nearly an hour until He was satisfied. He stood, and the slave thought that was the end of its ordeal for a little while. How wrong it was.
The alpha slave immediately sat down on the rim seat, dumped a vast quantity of shit into its mouth and then stood to watch and looked mean at the faggot as it desperately tried to swallow his waste. As soon as the shit had disappeared down its throat, the alpha sat back down and the rim, lick and salivate commands were given together, a combination which made for an effective cleansing of his arsehole.
The next slave in the line took up position on the rim seat, then looked up at its Master, knowing that it needed permission from Him before it could relieve itself. He clicked His fingers, and loose, wet shit began to fill the toilet faggot's mouth. Before, all the shit it had been given to eat, while of course disgusting in the extreme, had been very hard and solid. This was much, much worse. The taste was also truly vile. The Master and alpha slave's shit had been reasonably bland, but this was terribly bitter and the smell overpoweringly awful. What the faggot could never know was that the slave whose shit it was eating was also a full-time toilet, meaning it was now a toilet's toilet. It did everything in its power to try and keep the shit down, but in the end, it failed, and it retched the contents of its stomach up.
The Master kicked it violently in the ribs and started screaming. "Useless cunt! Toilet's keep the shit they are fed in their worthless bodies until given permission to relieve themselves! This is totally fucking unacceptable! You," He pointed at a dogslave on all fours, "clean up this mess," He ordered. The dogslave woofed its acknowledgment of the order and began licking up the shitty vomit that surrounded the immobilised faggot before starting on its face which was also a complete mess. It didn't seem bothered by the horrendous task in the slightest - a testament to how well the Master trained His animal slaves.
The Master stepped on the faggot's balls and began crushing them between His boot and the concrete floor of the dungeon. it whimpered in pain.
"If this happens again, it will be subjected to a 10 days starvation punishment with constant electro at full voltage. You," He clicked and pointed at another dogslave. "Shit!" He clicked again, pointing to the toilet faggots mouth, and then kicked the rim seat out of the way. The animal slave trotted over, squatted and dumped its load with expert accuracy into faggot's open mouth. Mercifully the shit was hard and bland, and it was quickly consumed, but now after four large loads of shit, it was getting extremely full. it glanced nervously at the remaining slaves who were presumably all waiting to use it.
It swallowed two further loads of shit, the latter of which was again loose and wet and extremely disgusting, but to its credit it managed to keep it down somehow. The thought of the incredibly agony it would be subjected to should it fail was a powerful motivator.
However, when the 7th slave sat down and ejected its stinking waste into its mouth it simply wasn't able to swallow. it stomach was swollen and felt ready to burst if it ate another thing. Tears poured down its face.
"Please Master," it mumbled through the shit gagging its mouth. "It can't eat anymore."
"Fucking swallow it cunt or it'll regret it." The Master snapped.
The toilet faggot swallowed a small amount a began to retch violently. It took deep breaths, desperate not to vomit again.
"Please, Sir. It's so full," it sobbed.
Electricity and pain coursed through its body and it let out a scream, muffled slightly by the shit meal in its mouth. "FLUSH!" the Master screamed. "FLUSH you fucking disgusting, worthless cunt."
But the slave couldn't take any more. Its stomach was simply too full, so it instead had to take the searing agony of the electro punishment. Its body was held so tightly in bondage that it couldn't really move, so it just spasmed in pain.
The Master looked at it with utter contempt, then simply walked out of the dungeon, the other slaves and dogs following Him. Shortly after they left the electro cut off, and the faggot was left alone in the dark - a large lump of shit still stuffed into its mouth from the last slave. It was left there for 3 days. No food - only a little piss to keep it alive.
Then the Master and His slaves came back in, and the process was repeated. This time it managed 7 loads of shit but failed to swallow the 8th load. Again it was left alone for 3 days in the dark to starve before the process repeated. Little by little its stomach expanded, and after two months of torment and pain, it finally managed to consume all 10 loads of shit, plus the waste from the Rhodesian Ridgeback. The Master seemed satisfied.
Without any comment, He took out a metal case, removed a hypodermic needle, and proceeded to inject the toilet faggot with the contents. It fell almost immediately unconscious.
The Master sipped His delicious espresso, and sighed with pleasure as the beautiful, tanned, muscular slave beneath Him gently but expertly rimmed His arsehole. Meanwhile, another equally spectacular slave sucked His enormous cock with exquisite skill. He rewarded the slave with a good mouthful of hot, delicious cum after a few minutes.
A heavily built butler slave, wearing only a thick leather collar entered the room and bowed respectfully to the Master. "Señor Suarez will see you now, Sir, if you would be so kind as to follow Me."
Reluctantly the Master stood up from the rim seat, already missing the wonderful sensation of the slave's warm, moist tongue on His hole.
"Good to see you again," the Master greeted Señor Suarez with a firm handshake. They exchanged pleasantries whilst walking to the room where the unit had been installed. Señor Suarez opened the door to reveal a sumptuously grand bathroom. The entire room had been finished in the finest Pentelic marble, gleaming white under the soft lights while the fittings were, without exception, cast of solid gold. In the middle of the far wall a concentre box faced in marble had been recently installed. 2 meters long, 1 meter wide and 50 cm tall it was the focal point of the room.
"Let me talk you through your new device," the Master offered.
"As requested, the faggot recruited was a very attractive jock type - as you can see here." He paused to take out His phone, scrolled through a few photos, and then showed the Master what the toilet faggot had once looked like before its training had begun.
"An excellent choice," remarked Señor Suarez. "I approve."
"After extensive cognitive reassignment therapy, it was reprogrammed to serve as your toilet, as per your initial request. I also took the liberty of adding a few additional features. Allow me to show you."
"The box is actually made of two roughly equally sized pieces that fit together perfectly. The faggot is sealed inside these two pieces, where it is held completely immobile. The head is here." The Master pointed down at the toilet seat at the end of the box, which was also constructed out of concrete and faced with marble.
"The toilet lid is motorised as it is extremely heavy. Simply tap it once, and it will lift up." The Master tapped it, and the lid opened as promised, to reveal the `toilet bowl'.
"You will notice that a thick penis gag is attached to the bottom of the toilet lid so that when it is closed, the toilet faggot is effectively gagged. Of course, its vocal chords have also been completely removed to prevent it making any irritating sounds, but this keeps it in the right headspace when not in use. The penis gag retracts automatically when the seat is raised so it is not uncomfortable when you sit back and will slide back into place when the seat is lowered, which is done by tapping it once more. The bottom of the toilet lid and the seat itself are upholstered in this finest quality sheep's leather for your comfort."
The Master pointed to the inside of the toilet bowl. "To ensure the toilet accepts all the waste it is given, an ultra non-stick silicon cone has been surgically sewn to the toilet's lips. The top of the cone has been fixed to the underside of the toilet seat. Therefore all waste will collect in the cone before the toilet consumes it. Should it becomes dirty, simply have one of your slaves wipe it with water or piss.
The unit can take up to 10kg of shit per day, and around 10 litres of piss, which should be more than enough for you and your guests. Its own waste falls into a septic tank beneath it."
The Master moved round to the side of the unit, where two gold pipes could be seen going into the box, one at each end.
"These pipes are for the cleaning of the toilet faggot. Once a month water with a mild detergent will automatically flow over it in order to rid it of sweat, piss and shit residue which if left may cause it to malfunction over time."
The Master tapped the toilet lid, and it slowly closed, the thick gag sliding back into place as it did so, ready to fill the mouth of the toilet faggot until it was called upon again.
"You will notice this control panel to the right of the toilet seat. This will allow you to operate the additional features."
Four neat buttons were arranged, each with a label above them in small gold lettering: `RIM, BIDET, FLUSH, AUTOMATIC FLUSH'.
"I think these buttons are self-explanatory. Automatic flush will mean the toilet continuously swallows as waste is fed to it. I leave it you which one you prefer. The toilet's head is locked onto a platform which can be raised and lowered. Pressing the rim or bidet buttons will raise it's head so its mouth and tongue are in contact with your arsehole."
Below the four buttons was a red dial simply marked PAIN. It was surrounded by numbers ranging from 1 to 10.
"The pain dial is a bit of fun I thought you'd like. You will see that it can't be switched off completely, so the toilet will always be in some amount of pain to remind it of its place. 10 is, of course, total agony, but it should still function effectively even when place in excruciating amounts of pain. However, the dial will automatically turn back to 1 over time, as huge amounts of pain for extended periods can damage it, reducing the lifetime of the unit. Talking of which, it is guaranteed for 10 years against any type of failure, and we can talk about putting a service contract in place after this time if you so wish."
"A remarkable feat," exclaimed Señor Suarez.
"I will leave you to play with your new toy," The Master grinned.
30 minute later, Señor Suarez emerged from the opulent bathroom, a smile on His face. "Truly remarkable! The best million dollars I ever spent. Congratulations! I will order another 10 units for my other houses."
The Master smiled. "I would be delighted to provide them."
Epilogue
Three familiar bursts of pain had woken the toilet faggot. It had no idea how long it had been asleep since the Master had knocked it out with the hypodermic, but it felt like it had woken in hell. Its body was locked down in a tiny space in what felt like concrete. So tight it couldn't even move its fingers a millimetre. It couldn't take any more than a shallow breath, as its chest would hit the top of its concrete prison. A huge tube of rubber filled its mouth, forcing it open to an uncomfortable amount, and it was completely blind. What's more, something felt like it had been stitched to its lips. It wondered vaguely if this was another test, another training step, or if this what all its torment had been for.
It lay there for what felt like hours. Eventually, it pissed itself, and the liquid flowed over its legs and chest, pooling round its arse before draining away. Despite everything, it began to get hard. It hadn't been allowed to cum for months, so it wasn't totally surprising. But there wasn't any space for it cock to get hard, so the pain was huge as its sensitive cockhead dug into the rough concrete of its prison. It tried to scream and realised it couldn't. No sounds would come out. What the fuck had they done to it?
It lay there a few more hours, and then it heard voices. One was certainly its Master, the other had an unfamiliar Spanish accent. They seemed to be discussing it. A few minutes went by, and then the rubber tube was pulled out and its mouth soon began to fill with the rank taste of wet shit. The electric current to its fingers only commanded it keep its mouth open, so it dared not swallow any of the mush, however much it wanted to in order to get rid of the foul taste. Silent, unseen tears rolled down its face. Then it felt its little finger buzz and it stated automatically swallowing the filth as fast as it could. Then it felt its head being lifted up, and it got the order to salivate. Soon the salivate order was combined with the lick command, and its tongue started to flick across a dirty unseen butthole. This went on long enough for its tongue to start to fatigue, but it knew better than to stop. Finally the rim command was given, and its tongue began to bury into the hole, deep cleaning it. After a few minutes, its head began to lower again, and the rubber tube filled its mouth almost to the back of its throat.
The toilet faggot eventually completely lost track of time. Its life was simply blackness, and hellish claustrophobia, punctuated by shit eating, piss drinking, rimming and vast amounts of pain. It got so lonely and bored in the darkness it actually started to will someone to come and use it, to break the monotony and its hunger and thirst. As the years went past, it forgot everything about its previous life. It even forgot its own name. All it knew was that it would forever be nothing but a shit eating, piss drinking toilet faggot.
The End.