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Greg couldn't tell for sure how long they'd travelled but it had been at least a couple of hours before he'd felt the van stop. Although he was scared about what would happen next he was at least relieved the journey was over as each time they'd gone over a bump Greg's own waste from the section below splashed back up the holes soaking his back and arse. He had at least cleared the last of Craig's shit from the tube.
There was some bumping as he was taken out the van. He guessed the box had been put on a trolley of some sort as he felt himself being wheeled, probably into the house and then being placed down on the floor.
After twenty minutes or so of silence he heard shuffling next to him and then a voice.
"Hope that wasn't too rough on you in there. Don't worry though as I can't imagine you'll be moving again anytime soon." Greg heard the lid open. "Wow that stinks, phew. My names Ben by the way. Craig didn't say your name so I'll just call you toilet, it suits you. I know you can't talk to me but I've got a way of asking a couple of questions. If the answer is yes wriggle your tongue, do you understand?"
Greg moved his tongue in the tube.
"Excellent. Right toilet. First question, did you get into the box willingly? To fulfil your fantasy?"
Greg reluctantly wriggled his tongue. He had a spark of hope that if he might be able to communicate to Ben that he wanted out.
"Good, didn't want that on my conscience. Second question, had you arranged with Craig to stay in there permanently? He didn't discuss what the agreement was"
Greg kept his tongue still
"Thought so, not many people would choose a life like this. Third question, are you enjoying yourself in there? Is it what you hoped?"
Greg didn't move his tongue. There was a long pause.
"I see. Do you want out?"
Greg moves his tongue as much as possible. He even ended up with some of Craig's shit on his tongue that must've been left smeared on the tube. Greg could hear something but wasn't sure what it was. The mystery was solved though with the sound of a gasp and the unmistakable taste of cum on his tongue.
"If you're hoping to get free I've got some bad news for you" Ben said still slightly breathless. "Feeding men my shit turns me on so much and knowing how much you hate it only makes it better. I've had so many begging to be under my arse only to wimp out on me so there's no chance of me letting you go toilet. I had your friend Craig seal you in anyway just in case I had a change of heart but now I've got you I don't think there was any chance of that after all."
With that Ben sat on the seat and let his full shit load go into the tube. When he stood up he could hear toilet choke and splutter as he tried to swallow it down.
"I could make this easier for you by pissing down there and making it softer but what would be the fun in that" with that Ben closed the lid to keep the smell of his shit nice and strong for his new slave and walked back into his bedroom, already hard again at the thought of what his toilet was going through.
A few hours later he went back into the room and lifted the lid. He could see some of his earlier shit had stuck to the side. He dropped a couple of tablets in and took out his cock and aimed it at the tube and began pissing, making sure to dislodge the shit stuck to the side.
"There's a couple of vitamin tablets with that piss load" he shouted down. "Want to keep you as healthy as possible for as long as possible. They were strawberry flavoured, don't know if you tasted it but don't worry, I'll get unflavoured next time. Don't want to tarnish the piss and shit taste". After he was finished he put the lid back down and left his toilet to finish up.
The next few days continued for Greg as they had at Craig's. Sometimes having shit to deal with and often drinking piss. He suspected Ben had changed his diet to make the shit taste worse and smell stronger as the week went on. He was right.
One afternoon though he heard the door open and Ben sit at the side of the head section.
"I've been in touch with Craig once or twice over the past week. I let him know you weren't enjoying your new life, afraid he wasn't too sympathetic. He just laughed and said how much he liked the money you made for him. Anyway he's just emailed again with some interesting information. Seems your a local celebrity. The headline he told me about was 'local lottery winner goes missing.'"
Greg perked up at this. If there was any hope of getting out this was it.
"So, Greg, Craig then made a proposal. We let you out in return for me and Craig taking £26 million each, leaving you with £1 million which should discourage you from reporting us to anyone. You can just say you took a spur of the moment holiday or something to explain your disappearance. What do you think of that?"
Greg wriggled his tongue as much as he could, he'd never felt more relieved.
"Looks like your keen. As you know Craig sealed you in there pretty tightly and I don't have the equipment to let you out so I've asked to come down but he can't get here for a couple of days. Seems only fair that I get to carry on using you till then"
With that Greg felt the familiar wobble and braced himself. Ben's shit was pretty much liquid and smelt and tasted as bad as it had done since Greg had been installed. He heard laughing once it was over and the lid go back down.
The next 2 days passed unbelievably slowly for Greg. Ben had been shitting a lot more and the taste had somehow gotten worse. Finally though he heard 2 sets of footsteps come into the room.
"How you doing in there fag?" Craig shouted down before laughing hysterically. "Christ, what have you been eating?"
"Just trying to give Greg the full experience" ben replied laughing.
"That's fair, it's what he paid for. Anyway fag, you must be excited at the thought of getting out. Yep, there goes the tongue, just like my new friend Ben here said. Ben's got some news for you on that though"
"Me and Craig here have had a chat about our situation. You see, I don't quite have the luck you have with money but I'm still pretty well off. Easily enough to never have to work again and with enough to allow Craig to retire too. Although an extra £26 mill sounds nice it's not as nice as having my own toilet slave at my beck and call, especially one who detests every mouthful"
At hearing this Greg started to thrash about as much as he could. He knew he wouldn't get free but he was desperate.
"Calm down faggot" Craig said. "You wanted this. Maybe if you hadn't been such a cheapskate with your winnings in the first place I wouldn't have taken Ben up on his offer.
I'm gonna be here for a few days while the money is transferred to my account so you'll get twice as much to eat which will be a nice bonus for you"
"We're going have a bit of a drink tonight to celebrate. I'm not great at holding my drink so if you're lucky you might get your first taste of vomit tonight"
Greg could barely hear them over the sound of his struggling. Tears were also running down his face. He couldn't believe what was happening.
"Now faggot, I've had a long journey and after holding in my shit for 2 days I really have to go, hope you're hungry"
Greg felt the now familiar wobble as Craig sat down.
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