A few nights ago Greg’s life had ch anged forever. His numbers had come up on the lottery and he’d won £56 million. Needless to say that’s the kind of money that can change lives and allow people to experience their wildest fantasies. After telling his boss what to do with his job Greg set his mind to a fantasy that had been growing within him.

It had started when he was much younger. Something about guy’s arses thrilled him like nothing else. Before long arranging meets through websites for giving rimjobs and being facesat was Greg’s only aim and he had a pretty good success rate. Soon though, he wanted to experience something more.

He’d tried to arrange meets to take things to what he felt was the next level, being used as toilet, straight from an arse to his mouth. It proved more difficult than he’d expected to act on it as although he’d grown to accept the smell and taste of dirty arses he couldn’t handle the thought of swallowing it down so he’d always chicken out. He’d decided some sort of bondage would stop him from running so started to look round the internet for something suitable.

After a few hours of searching there it was. From the outside it looked like a huge white container with a toilet seat on one end. The inside was on 2 levels. In the top level the toilet slave would be able to lie down and have his face under the toilet seat. The level underneath was a tank for his waste which would fall through holes below the slaves arse. It claimed to be able to hold enough piss and shit to allow for someone being locked in there for a couple of weeks and could be emptied by a valve on the side for even longer stays. The lid was in 2 parts, one to cover the body and another for the head section. When these were both down it created a barrier around his neck to keep his waste contained in the body section. It also had the effect of securing the slaves head, preventing movement. The sides also had shackles to keep the slaves arms in place and prevent any playing with his cock. It came with a gag which would keep the slaves mouth wide open and a tube that could be fitted between the gag and the toilet seat, sealing it except for small holes near the top to allow air (and smell) to reach the slaves nose. This would leave the slave in near total darkness. The lid could be put down to reduce smell escaping but there was enough of a gap to allow some fresh air in. The boxed was sealed with a series of locks around the side. Finally there was a detachable panel on the lid at point where the slaves cock would be allowing the Dom to provide the slave with pleasure if he wanted to. The problem had been the price. Greg couldn’t justify the £12,000 price tag but since the win this wasn’t an issue.

Now that Greg had the setup he just needed someone to use him. He considered his list of contacts from previous meets but for his first time locked in he wanted to add a little extra spice. The thought of paying a straight guy, who’s only reason for agreeing to it would be the money and the power trip of using someone for something that disgusting, was hugely exciting. Just imagine the humiliation of even just discussing it, let alone acting it out. He set about searching through the profiles of straight guys on the many websites he was a member of and quickly hit on a perfect target. A guy he recognised called Craig. Back in school Craig had bullied him a little. Nothing too extreme but enough to leave an impression. His profile was pretty vanilla, just looking to find a girl for “fun”.

After a lot of thought Greg finally settled on the message. “Hi Craig, long time no see. Don’t know if you remember me after all these years but I’ve got a bit of a crazy proposition for you…”. Deciding on the direct approach Greg set out what he wanted from Craig and offered £1,000 for 4 days service. He also explained the features of the toilet box in detail. He could have afforded to pay a lot more but £250 a day seemed reasonable.

The reply came back about an hour later “knew you were a faggot but didn’t expect this! HAHA! Got to admit the thought of you eating my shit and paying for it is too good to miss.  When do you want it?”

Greg replied with the dates and got a reply instantly “Is good for me. Few things tho. The access panel over your cock stays locked. I’m not going near that and what’s more you’re not either, your arms will be in the shackles the whole time. You’ll also have the dental gag and the tube in the whole time. You wanted to eat all of it and you will and fuck knows I don’t want my toilet talking to me while I’m using it. Finally the head section won’t come off either. Don’t want you staring at me while shitting in you”

Was fair enough to Greg so he agreed. Would have a hell of an erection when he was finally released which would be a good thing to look forward to.

The wait for his dream to come to fruition felt like an age but finally the time came. Greg loaded the car with the equipment and drove over to his place.  Craig answered the door with a huge grin and without a word pointed to the bathroom where Greg was to spend the next 4 days. He headed in, not able to look him in the eye and started to put the box together while he stood in the doorway watching and chuckling to himself.

Once it was ready for Greg to take his place he took off his shirt and reached for his pants but was grabbed before he could reach the belt. “forgotten something fag? £1000 right now” He took it out of his pocket and passed to him feeling his face go an even brighter red. Once he’d counted it out he told Greg to hurry up and get in.

After stripping Greg lay down in the box and put his arms in the shackles. Craig slammed them tightly closed and lowered the top of the case over my body and locked it. All Greg could do was watch as he picked up the gag and shoved it his mouth and locked it on. “Tell me when it’s painful” he said grinning before opening it up stretching his mouth open. He ignored Greg’s pained grunts and only stopped when it was as wide as it’d go. He picked up the lid to the head section, looked him straight in eye and said “bye then fag” before placing it over him, carefully lining the tube up with the gag and sealing it on.

After Craig was sure it was on as tightly as possible he stood up and looked down the tube. The sight that greeted him was a wriggling outstretched tongue. “He’s really eager for this” he thought to himself before lowering his jeans and taking a seat. It felt like sitting on any other toilet but with felt like a slight draught from the breathing mouth underneath. Although he really wanted to take his first shit into the waiting mouth he found that he didn’t need to go. He did manage a huge fart though. “I’ll just leave him with that for now” he thought before standing up, closing the lid and walking out the door.

Inside the toilet Greg was having to deal the worst thing he’d ever smelled. He’d just discovered that rimming a dirty arse and having his face farted on was nothing compared to be trapped in a small enclosed space with nothing else to breath other than what had just been blasted on him. The little gap in the seat that was supposed to allow fresh air in was nowhere near enough to let the smell clear. Unfortunately for Greg though he had no choice but to lie there, waiting.

A few hours later Craig was ready to make full use of Greg. He went into the bathroom, and lifted the lid. He heard a gasp for the clean air and laughed to himself. He took his cock out pointed it at the tube and released the dark yellow stream. He had to stop himself a couple of times to allow Greg to swallow before it overflowed but eventually it had all gone down and he felt his bowel gurgle, ready to empty.

Greg felt disgusted by drinking the piss but he was grateful for having his thirst quenched. The box was hotter than he’d expected and he was sweating a lot. A few moments later though Greg felt the box wobble and realised Craig had sat down. It didn’t take long for him to feel something lumpy and heavy drop into his mouth. A few seconds later the smell and taste hit him and it was more than he could handle. He retched 3 or 4 times but just managed to resist vomiting. He felt the pressure increase and knew more shit had gone into the tube followed by even more. The box wobbled again which Greg guessed meant Craig had stood up. This was confirmed by the hysterical laughter he then heard. It was muffled but he could make out Craig asking him how it tasted followed by more laughter. With his jaw stuck open his teeth were useless to him so he tried to jab the lowest log with his tongue to break it up into smaller chunks he could swallow. Craig must’ve been able to see this as Greg heard more laughing.

“Wouldn’t want to be you now, that smells horrific. Got my diet spot on over the last few days” Craig couldn’t believe what he was seeing but he found it hilarious. He saw Craig break a bit off with his tongue and swallow it but at this rate it was going to take a long time for it to be cleared. He wasn’t exaggerating about the smell either but even though he was finding it gross he couldn’t stop watching.

It took a full ten minutes for Greg to swallow it all down. Craig laughed and mockingly applauded when the last chunk went down but for Greg it was far from over. He could still taste it on his tongue and in his mouth. He also guessed correctly from the smell that the tube still had plenty smeared down it. He heard Craig say he was off to get away from the smell before the sound of the lid going down echoed around him. It was going to be a long 4 days and he was already regretting it.

Hours later Greg heard the door open and the lid go up. A few seconds after he got another mouthful of piss. It wasn’t as strong as earlier but had a hint of shit in as the piss cleaned the tube down. Just as suddenly as it started the flow stopped and the lid went back down.

Greg had to deal with being used as a urinal a couple more times before he had to go himself. It flowed over his stomach and chest before going down the drain and into the tank below him.

He must’ve fallen asleep as the next thing he heard was Craig shouting good morning to him. Another blast of very strong piss came through followed by the feeling of the box shaking as Craig sat down. There were a few farts followed by shit filling his mouth again. This was a lot less solid than last time but tasted even worse.

As soon as he was finished Craig stood up and looked down the tube. It looked full of sludge but to his amusement he could see Greg’s tongue gradually show itself as the shit was swallowed down. Craig’s stomach couldn’t handle either the smell or image this early in the morning though so he put the lid down and left Greg to it.

Once he’d properly woken up Craig decided to go online and see if Greg was alone in this bizarre desire or if there’ a bigger community that had similar thoughts. He was shocked to find a number of sites for people also into this kind of thing and got talking to a few of the members about the position Greg had put himself in for the rest of the afternoon.

By this time Greg desperately wanted out. He could still taste the piss and the smell was unbearable. He was also lying on his own shit which hadn’t all gone down the drain like he was expecting. He heard the door open followed by the lid and he braced himself.

“Christ it stinks down there, dunno how you can enjoy this” Craig told Greg, still finding it funny. “I hope for your sake you’re enjoying it anyway as to check I’d need to open it up to let you speak which I’m not gonna do with that stench, especially after the conversation I’ve just had”

Greg didn’t have much time to think about this comment though before feeling the wobble of Craig taking a seat. He ended up with 2 substantial logs to deal with but this time Craig just said “enjoy fag” and put the lid down.

The rest of the day carried on much like the previous one had. In addition to the smells and tastes he was enduring Greg was now starting to suffer from the boredom of spending hours and hours in total darkness. After one last piss Craig said goodnight and headed to bed.

Greg was woken again with strong morning piss and some more shit. Craig didn’t speak to Greg, he just left him to finish his breakfast.

It was a few hours later that Greg next heard Craig but it sounded like he was talking to someone. His fears were confirmed when he heard the door open and 2 sets of footsteps.

“This is him”

“HAHA that’s awesome. How does it work”

“Simple. That’s where you use it” The lid was opened “see his tongue?”

“Yeah, can smell it too. HAHA poor guy”

“Nah, it’s like I told you. He wanted it. Paid me for it and built it himself. His piss and shit goes into a built in tank underneath him. He said it’d need emptying every 2 weeks or so”

“Hmmm. Have always wanted a setup like this but it’s hard to find someone who actually enjoys it. Most so called toilet slaves barely manage to sniff a fart before reality hits them and they cry off”

“So are you interested?”

Greg didn’t like how this was going.

“Definitely.”

“I’m struggling with the smell in here, let’s go into another room to discuss it”

With that Greg was left in silence. He’d never been more scared.

Half an hour later the door opened and Craig sat next to where Greg’s head was enclosed so he could hear him fully.

“I can’t check if you’re living the dream or regretting getting into this. If you’re still happy then you’re in luck though. My new friend in the other room wants to help you live your fantasy for life and is giving me ten grand as a thank you. Part of me wants to ask you if you want this but you were so determined to be locked in there that my conscience is clean. To be honest the ten grand helps too. He’s off to get his van now so you’ll be on your way in no time. He didn’t say where you going to sorry so I can’t tell you how long you’ll be in transit. He wants me to seal up all the locks so he won’t be tempted to open you up and let you out. With us having a few minutes I’ve got time to do that and say a proper goodbye in a way you’ll enjoy”

Greg was desperately trying to make any sound he could to get Craig to stop. If Craig opened the lid and let him speak he could offer him millions to let him go. Fuck it, he could take the whole jackpot. His hopes were crushed though by the wobble he’d learnt to dread. It wasn’t long before his mouth was stuffed. It just seemed to keep coming. It was thick and hard. Compared to what he’d eaten over the last couple of days the taste wasn’t too bad but he knew it’d be a while before his mouth was empty enough for any sounds to escape his throat. He then heard Craig stand up.

“Wow, didn’t realise I was that full. Should keep you going for a while. Will miss using you but won’t miss the smell from that tube. Have said it before but I really don’t get how you can enjoy it.”

While trying to clear the shit Greg could hear Craig doing something with locks. First the ones along the slide, then the head section and finally the panel over his cock.

“I didn’t mention your cock could be reached through this to your new owner. Dunno if he’d have wanted to open the cock panel if he’d have known but what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. Funnier for me this way. Bye then fag, not many people get to live their fantasy like you atr, hope you enjoy”.

With one last laugh the lid was closed.

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.

2 weeks had passed since Craig and Ben had told Greg about their arrangement. Greg knew this as Ben had made sure to torment him about how long he'd been there as much as possible. Ben had also taken a radio into the room on a few occasions. Not to give Greg respite from the crushing boredom he experienced when not being used but to keep his mind as active so he'd be fully aware of what was happening to him for as long as possible. Ben knew that spending long periods of time in isolation would eventually dull Greg's senses and he couldn't see the fun of feeding someone who was no longer aware.

Most of the days had passed with Greg just having to swallow piss and shit but on Craig's last day at the house his heavy drinking had made him sick. He'd done this on purpose to make the most of Greg before he left. For Greg this was worse than anything he'd experienced so far. Although he hated the taste of piss and shit he was at least experiencing one of his fetishes whereas he had no interest on any level of swallowing puke. Despite his drunken state Craig had managed to get it all down the tube and into Greg's mouth. Greg was retching too much to swallow so although he just about managed to avoid throwing up he was stuck with it in his mouth. Although he wanted to watch Greg struggle Craig's stomach wasn't strong enough to endure the sight and smell so he had to leave the room. A few hours later Ben had gone in for a piss but when he lifted the lid he saw the remaining mess and could hear Greg sobbing so he decided to use the porcelain toilet to avoid washing the taste away a while longer. Ben had laughed to himself about the fact that NOT pissing in someone's mouth could be seen as being cruel to them. It took a couple of uses, both shit and piss, for the taste to clear completely.

Greg was starting to get used to the routine. He'd given up on the thoughts of being released and was slowly starting to get used to the taste, or at the very least the shock of it each time had died down a bit. He was stirred from his thoughts though by Ben coming in and shouting good morning. The lid opened as usual but he didn't feel Ben sit down.

"I've been talking to some of my friends about the box and they're interested to see it. Tonight a quite large group will be coming round to try you out. Some of them know you're a permanent resident, even how that came about, but a few are a bit more squeamish so as far as they're concerned you're here by choice for a couple of days and will be out soon. Keep it our little secret, eh" he knocked the box and laughed at his comment. "You won't alert them by struggling though, I'm going to say you've probably had a change of heart but you signed a contract and begged me to make me keep you there for the agreed time. Most of them are fellow Masters and Doms but a couple are their slaves and submissives who might find themselves in a similar predicament to yourself, willingly or otherwise. I've actually taken delivery of another box for tonight that is being used to demonstrate it. One of my friends has a submissive who is really into bondage and enclosure but not much else so he's been nominated to be locked in. As far as the submissive knows it's just for tonight and tomorrow but what he doesn't realise is that once the part timers have left and it's just those who know all about you the box is going to be sealed by your friend Craig to show everyone how it's done. His Master was getting a bit bored of him but this should make their relationship more fun. Well, not sure the soon to be toilet slave will see it like that but that's his problem."

Ben wanted to take a shit but knew that Greg would be eating and drinking a lot when his friends turned up so instead he just coughed up some phlegm and spat it down the tube before closing the lid and heading out.

Ben had just finished changing into his fetish gear when he heard a knock at the door and he excitedly headed over to welcome his first guests. The sight that greeted him was of a mid forties, stern looking man with a naked, kneeling early twenties slave next to him. Luckily the nearest neighbours were a fair distance away, out of sight of the front of his house.

"Hello Michael, I trust your journey was ok" Ben said beckoning him in.

Michael grinned "it was ok but the anticipation of seeing your new toy was killing me the whole way here"

"Don't worry, you'll see it soon enough. I want to wait for everyone to get here first though before I let anyone use him"

"No problem. I think L here is looking forward to trying it out too" he said kicking the side of the now crawling submissive next him. If "L" had seen the looks the 2 Masters exchanged then he might have figured out something was wrong but he kept eyes on the floor as ordered to.

Within half an hour of the first arrivals everyone had turned up. Most wearing in fetish gear of some kind. Of the three submissives 2 were naked and one had leather shorts locked on. Craig had arrived too but was keeping to the back of the room, slightly uncomfortable as he'd never been in a group like this.

"Alright, if you all want to come through. Anyone with a weak stomach might want to take a breath now as the smell from the tube can be a bit grim"

Ben led the way as they all shuffled through into the bathroom, happily there was just enough space.

Greg was aware of the people coming into the room. He'd been panicking a little since he heard of the party as he knew what that meant for him. Through the box he could make out Ben relatively clearly as he went through the various features. It took about half an hour for the explanation and all of the questions to be answered. Oddly, even after what he'd been through and knowing that no one knew who he was, Greg found himself feeling more and more embarrassed every time he was referred to as a toilet.

At the end of the talk he heard Ben say that they're now all going to see how it locks and so a slave Greg couldn't hear the name of was to climb into the empty one. Greg couldn't let himself stay silent at this and he started thrashing about to try and warn the slave. He heard Ben say something he couldn't make out and everyone in attendance laugh. From the metallic click he heard he knew that he'd failed.

"See what I mean? Once he's in there he's not getting out on his own." Ben was relieved that the submissive hadn't been put off by Greg's interruption and had allowed himself to be locked in without complaint. The knowledge that a new slave had reached the lowest form of service for life had given Ben a huge erection. Happily in present company he didn't have any need to hide it. "Now everyones seen how it lets get back to the main room for some fun. Just use this as and when you need it. Try to remember which is which but I'm sure little L down there understands that accidents happen"

With that they all left the room and both slaves were left in silence. It didn't last long though as the drink started to take affect in the guests and Greg was put to work. Over the course of the next few hours he took several piss loads and was used for shit 3 times. He heard the "other" toilet being pissed in a couple of times and from the struggling he could tell that he had really not enjoyed it.

Eventually he heard a large number of people coming into the room and Ben introducing Craig for anyone who hadn't spoke to him.

"Now it's just us we can show you how to make sure the box is fully secure and impossible to open permanently. Craig here will demonstrate on the new occupant."

At the sound of this Greg heard the other slave thrashing around and really struggling. A voice he didn't recognise shouted over the noise "shut up in there. From the moment I heard about this set up I had this in mind and if you really want to serve me properly you'll accept it". The slave clearly didn't accept it and resumed struggling.

"Don't worry, even without it being permanently sealed yet he can't go anywhere or do anything to prevent it" Ben helpfully said. "Craig, do what you have to"

Craig calmly demonstrated how to seal each lock. Like with Greg's the access section to his cock was also locked up. The slaves Master said this was as punishment for his reaction. Once it was sealed the Master asked if he could be left alone with his new toilet and everyone shuffled out.

Greg couldn't make out what was said as it seemed the Master was talking quietly to his slave down the tube but he heard a bit a noise which suggested he'd taken his place on top of the toilet. This was followed by the sound of loud farting and a vile, wet noise as he shit down it. He heard the Master get up and close the lid. "Hope you enjoy serving me like this as much as I'll enjoy using you. I'll leave you 2 alone to consider your futures." With that he walked out. Greg could hear sobbing and retching noises coming from the other box for a long time after.

The next morning Greg heard the other box being moved out. From the quietness he guessed that the other slave had exhausted himself and fell asleep but the moment the process of moving the started up he could hear the sobbing again. The Master had shouted at him to be quiet but the slave didn't stop and the sound lasted until the box was moved out. He then heard someone come back into the room.

"I guess I should thank you" it was the other slaves Master. "I know you're miserable but thanks to your inspiration I now have a use for that slave. Making your superiors happy is what slaves should aspire to. It seems only right that I should thank you"

The lid went back up and a stream of strong piss came down. Greg had become quite skilled by now at gulping it down quickly. By the time he'd finished though the lid had gone down and he was alone in the room again.

Craig had packed most of his gear back up. Even though he'd never experienced anything like it before he'd ended up enjoying the night. He laughed to himself about how his life had changed. From one bizarre request from someone he'd pretty much forgotten about a few weeks back he'd made a lot of money, made some new friends, done things he never could have imagined and had a great time doing it. He had deliberately waited till all the guests had gone to have a shit so that his would be the taste Greg had in his mouth until Ben next needed to go. He felt his stomach gurgle and knew that based on the fatty food and alcohol he'd drank the night before Greg wouldn't enjoy it one bit. At that thought he smiled a gain.