Toilet Slave

Jeff awoke as the sun peeked in through the now uncovered window. Maybe it had all been a dream, A nasty, erotic, crazy dream...

Someone was pulling his hands up behind his head, attaching them to something he couldn't see. Not a dream. He opened his eyes and saw Master Nate grinning down at him.

"Morning Sunshine. Sleep well?" he finished securing the slave's arms, and then brought his knees up to his chest. Threading a leather strap around them, he bound them tightly together, and then used a larger strap to bind his knees to his chest.

"You've probably been wondering how I'm planning to get you out of here," Master Nate said with a self-satisfied grin. "This thing you're laying on is a device of my own invention." He began using additional straps to secure his new boy to the hard platform. "You're going to be a bit sore by the time I get you back to the ranch. It's a couple hours away, and we'll take a bit of a meandering path getting you there. Don't want you to figure out where we are."

With toilet slave securely bound to the platform, he pulled the catheter tube out of the penis gag, and looked at the slave almost fondly. "Gotta keep your energy up. I'm going to feed you an Ensure through a straw. I mixed in some of my own piss for flavor. Sip slowly."

Using a funnel, he slowly poured the mixture down the slave's throat. Jeff gulped it down gratefully. Once he was done, Master Nate replaced the catheter tube, but attached the other end to a rubber device around his own cock. "Every time you eat, you'll have your Master's piss to wash things down." And with that, he shot his own piss into the tube and up into toilet slave's mouth. "Not too much - don't want to overwhelm your system on the road."

The tube was reconnected to his catheter. "We'll let you drain out on a regular basis so you don't build up toxins, but you'll sleep like this every night."

Jeff shivered despite the warmth. So much for running.

"You see," the man said, picking up a silver canister from the floor, "I'm going to turn you into a piece of luggage." He secured the canister next to his slave.

Jeff felt the cold metal against his skin.

"This is an oxygen canister. I think there's enough in here to keep you breathing for the whole trip, but only if you breathe slowly. So you must stay calm. I don't want a dead slave boy when we get to the other side." He threaded the breathing tupe around his slave's neck, and up into his nostrils.

He pulled out the butt plug from his new slave's ass suddenly. Jeff gasped around the gag. "Gotta replace this." He inserted another, and Jeff heard a blowing sound. "This one inflates to fill you completely, and attaches to the bottom of your container to keep you secure. You'll feel every bump up in your ass - think of it as me up inside you."

"You see, the sides of the container pull up like this..." and he demonstrated, snapping one of them up them in place, "and when it's sealed, it's air-proof, but not sound proof. I want you to hear everything that's going on around you. I want you to know that you are being carted through a busy lobby, out into an open parking lot, naked, marked for your master, collared, plugged, and gagged, while drinking your own piss. Remember that if you feel tempted to so much as grunt. I have photos of all of this, and I have your laptop. I'm not afraid to send them to each and every person on your mailing list and to post them on your facebook page. In fact, Rick's ready to do just that should I not arrive home by the end of the day."

He held up Jeff's laptop, showing him photos of his slave all trussed up. Somehow he'd managed to make it look like Jeff was enjoying himself. "You'll be ruined. Or you can stay quiet, and take your chances with me."

He sat beside the slave. "I've watched you, the last few days and last night. I think you want this. I think you need this. I think you are exactly where you have always wanted to be, in your darkest heart of hearts. Even if you're not ready to admit it to yourself yet."

He smiled that infuriating grin, and Jeff closed his eyes. Surely this was all just a dream.

The bottom of the box snapped into place, and Master Nate secured his ass to it. The other side locked in place. The man stuffed blankets and bits of cloth around him, including his own ruined clothes, for padding, and then the top and front closed down over him. The last thing he saw was the maniac smiling down at him.

Something was snapped onto the bottom, and then he felt the container being lifted up and set onto the floor. He imagined the whole thing flying apart in the lobby, and everyone seeing him tucked inside, naked, sucking on piss from his own cock. He was well and truly fucked.

Something else snapped onto each side and the top of the container, and he imagined the pieces that must make this look like a regular, if a bit large, piece of luggage. His breathing elevated, and he started to panic, trapped inside this dark hell, but he remembered he had a limited supply of air. He forced himself to stay calm. How much had changed in 12 hours. Would he really never see his home again?

Nothing else changed for a few minutes, though he heard various sounds, including a flushing toilet - it reminded him of his new status. Surely his... his new Master wouldn't make him eat shit? he could still taste the man's piss, mingled with the vanilla Ensure. His stomach grumbled. God, he was still hungry.

Finally they started to move. He could hear the luggage wheels on the carpeted floor. He heard Master Nate say hello to someone, and huddled down inside himself. God, he felt so exposed, even sealed up in his container.

They reached the elevator, and as the door closed, he felt the descent. The elevator seemed to stop at every floor, and soon there was a chatter above him. It sounded like fifteen people, all unaware of his naked presence.

He was amazed how clearly he could hear. "Heading home." Master Nate said to someone.

"What were you here for?" A woman's voice.

"Attending a conference downtown. Picked up a little something to take home." He kicked the side of the suitcase.

"Anything good?"

"Just a toy."

Jeff cringed.

The elevator finally reached the ground floor. His cock was still firmly at attention, yet somehow that didn't prevent it from spurting out bits of piss that eventually made their way up to his mouth.

The luggage rolled across the tile floor, sending all kinds of vibrations up into his insides. He almost gasped, but held back.

But this was his chance. If he could make enough noise here... maybe someone would notice.

Then again, then everyone would know. Not just that he was gay - he figured he could handle that. But that he'd let another man do this to him. Turn him into this freak.

And a tiny part of him wondered if Master Nate was right. Maybe he did enjoy this, if only a little. Or maybe not enjoy. Maybe he needed this.

Then the moment passed, and they were out in the noisy parking lot. "Help with that, sir?" one of the valets asked.

"Sure. It's a bit heavy."

Jeff found himself hoisted up in the air, and set roughly into what he presumed was a trunk. The hatch came crashing down, and everything was muffled.

The car started up a minute later, and his old life dropped away behind him.

He wondered what would happen next. He had almost gotten used to the bitter taste of piss, and the viagra was doing its work, keeping him keyed up, but he remembered to breathe slowly.

What new life was he heading toward? Where would he sleep? What else would be done to him? He thought about the almost offhanded comment about stretching out his ass, and wondered what other modifications Master Nate had in mind. He'd seen so many - men with balls stretched almost to the floor. Prince Albert piercings and locks. Stretched-out ear lobes.

In some of his darker fantasies, he'd even dreamed of more radical changes. He'd always loved science fiction. What it he could become more like a dog? Snout extended, furrier, hands and feet fused into paws?

Or maybe, somehow, transformed into a giant penis? Something that would repulse everyone who looked at it? Something that was only sex sex sex?

His cock throbbed harder. God, how sick am I? Maybe I do deserve tis. Maybe this was meant to be.

They were on a freeway now - maybe the 10? He could tell because the car had accelerated, and didn't show signs of slowing for lights or stop signs.

The taste of shit was gone now, washed away by the piss and the Ensure. But he still remembered it - his first taste of it.

It was growing warm inside the container. But he still had the chills. Fear. Excitement. Sex.

The car pulled off the freeway, and took the first of a series of turns, maybe up into the hills? But he soon lost any sense of direction.

The drive stretched on, and he did eventually doze off... nothing much else he could do at the moment.

When he finally awoke, the car had stopped. And his erection was gone.

He heard the hatch open up, and someone lifted his container out and onto the ground. He was rolled for a ways across what sounded like dirt, and then up a few steps and maybe inside a house?

Then down a few more steps. Eventually he stopped. He held his breath. His new life was about to begin.

The outsides of the suitcase were snapped off, and the front and top were lifted off. Master Nate untied the straps that held him in place, and lifted him gently out of the box to his feet. His body felt like one giant cramp.

Someone else removed the box, and then the two of them were there alone.

Jeff looked around. They were in a cinder block basement. It was filled with what looked like medieval torture equipment, cages, whips, something that looked like a wooden throne, and other S&M implements.

At one corner in front of him was a short staircase that led to a small door.

"That's your new home."

Jeff was out of options. All he could hope for now was to bide his time, to do what he was told, and hope an opportunity to escape provided itself to him.

His Master helped him to the staircase, and he climbed it slowly, looking down at his hairless, naked body, and at his Master's clothed one. It was clear who was in control here.

He opened the door, and saw to his dismay a small, three by three by three brick cell, with no windows.

"For tonight, you will stay here," Master Nate explained. He carefully removed the catheter, and took the penis gag out of toilet slave's ass. He removed the shock collar too - his slave was too weak to try anything at the moment.

He deflated and drew out the dildo from the slave's ass. And then he snapped a metal cage around his slave's wilted cock.

"This is not a punishment, toilet slave. This is just the way your life is going to be from now on. Tomorrow we will start your formal training. You are a new appliance for our house - a portable toilet. If you serve us well in this capacity, we may find other uses for you. But you must prove to me that I made the right choice first. Eat this." And he stuck another of the blue pills in his toilet slave's mouth.

Jeff dutifully swallowed, wondering what would happen when his cock tried to swell inside the cage.

His Master closed the door behind him, and total blackness closed in. Then a point of light appeared... the door had a peep hole. "You will be fed once a day, in the morning. You can piss and shit in the hole in the center of the cell. Once a day, you will be washed down with cold water."

The peep hole slammed shut, and Jeff collapsed, naked, hairless, caged and weeping at his miserable fortune once again.