Yes. I had arrived. Welcomed to my very own Shit Shack! The words reverberating sickly. Back and forth. Time and time again!
I had fucked up! The state had fucked me up! I had lost!
I stayed in complete darkness that first night. Completely naked. I didn’t have a hard cock now. It had shrivelled to the size of a snail.
I constantly heard the doors of the other Shacks open and close. Men shitting in happiness and men receiving in sadness!
I felt like a sow in a pen. Kept to one side before being mated with a boar!
Were they purposefully keeping me on tenterhooks? Allowing me time to take in my foul transgressions against the state! A good dose of psychological torture. Inspired by a sense of self inflicted guilt?
I heard groans. Moans. Convicts reduced to the fate of being human toilets. Screams and suffering as good men shat inside the mouths of bad men. It was a stark contrast.
They had given me the biggest dose of unsettling karma a man could endure. My brain was a fragile mess of broken pieces. Torn from my exploits. Married to the system as a useful object.
How I gazed back in hindsight at all my joy. The jubilation I had taken at the expense of others. Without a care in the world.
Yet, it was that sense of conscious awareness in my soul which had allowed me to go easy. At exactly the wrong time. Why oh why hadn’t I carried the headstrong stoicism that was my true-self. I had leaned into the wilderness of the weak, and therefore, I was now paying the ultimate price of regret.
Shadows lurked in my mind. Whispers of wicked mantras came as a beat of the drum. I couldn’t lie to myself. I was just at the beginning of my descent. The tables had turned alright. For the worst. Subjugation, humiliation, degradation and disgust. It was the worst day of my life.
I slept again. Drifting into the barren realm of the unknown. Though dreaming was better than this reality.
Someone awoke me abruptly … As I opened my eyes the light shone through the opened door to the Shit Shack.
In front of me, gazing with a wild grin, was that dweeby 18-year-old kid. Oh shit!
“Peekaboo, I see you!”
He was holding a hose. He doused it on my face. It was ice cold.
“And how are we doing this morning, Mr Toilet?” He said mockingly.
As I connected with his eyes, I knew I was the fallen loser now, on the other side. So often before I had stood in his position. As happy as a man soaring in the clouds on a magic carpet.
“I … I … don’t know!”
“No need to stammer now. It’s easy to understand. You are a human toilet. Is that upsetting you?”
He was attempting to gage a reaction out of me. Did he wish for an outburst? To inform the Stasi? He was basking in a land of fortitude right now. At my expense. A certified glory. It was all fun and games for him.
Oh … it reminded me of someone …
“They haven’t told me what I have to do?” I said with a straight face.
Oh dear, that was lame.
He burst out laughing. Fits of the stuff. A big ball of youthful humour despite me. He heaved in his demeanour. So much so he almost lost his breath.
“Hahaha! That is possibly the funniest thing I have ever heard! Darn stupidest too, you fuckin bumhole!”
I dipped my head in utter shame. It was true. Imagining being in his position. I would have said exactly the same thing.
“Come here fag?” He demanded
“I need to pop one of my big bad boys into you. You will eat it.”
A sudden image of the two swirling agents rode precariously into my vision. I was here to take orders. Any such ideas that came. There would be no reckoning with any of the men who would visit my Shit Shack!
“Kneel, open your mouth. And do it with a big smile … This experience is becoming depressing. You are here as a service. A positive attitude goes a long way.”
I felt ridiculous, but did as he instructed. I got down on my knees and stretched my mouth open as far as I could. I turned that frown upside down, as he had mocked. I was a Moron.
He then took both his fingers and located the biggest teenage zit on his face. It was bulbous. A type of little alien hanging onto him. Ready to burst its plasma all over the place.
“Oh, it’s a nasty one … now stick out your tongue …”
He applied the pressure, and seconds later a blast of hormonal junk and pus rocketed into my mouth. It tasted absolutely disgusting. Bacterial infection hitting the tastebuds of my senses.
“Now swim with it insides your mouth toilet. Let your tongue relish the flavour … Hahaha!”
I had eaten shit already. But this was another new humiliating low. Eating the creamy zit excretions of a cocky young kid. I swallowed down the last remnants. I felt defiled.
“Ahh, that’s better. Now, as you have eaten little of anything yet, I wondered if you’d like to try my shit?”
I conducted myself with a pause. But why bother? There were no other options.
“Yes, Sir.” I said, defeated.
It hurt. This sadistic twit was basking in his ultimate stride. His terrible pride. He was playing God.
“You realise you gave the show away with that high five gesture. Yep, you sure did. I knew something felt off. It’s why I winked at the agents. You didn’t see it, though. To concerned about the crimes you had just committed against the state.”
I said nothing. But knowing he was in-part, in collusion with the situation, well, it made my skin crawl. Still, what was the use of focusing on the past? My new life was here. In the Shit Shacks.
“The agents interviewed me. At my family's home. My pop said I must tell them everything. I didn’t wish to get into any trouble. That would be unfortunate, to say the least!”
He ushered me over to the sunken, exposed box. Exactly as my ex-shags had been. There was a toilet seat that hung just inches above my face. Where I would lay my weary head.
He fidgeted in his bag. I hadn’t noticed it was on his shoulder, but then again, when you are a human toilet to be, you don't exactly take much else in.
“I think it’s somewhere … I just … oh, here it is!”
He retrieved a type of mouth contraption. I could tell straight away it was like the ‘spreader’ my ex-shag had trained with. For bigger, smellier and nastier shits to go straight down into his stomach.
“Put it on toilet!”
He handed it to me. After assembling it into place, my mouth became an outstretched ‘O’
He ordered me into the box, then unzipped his pants. He had skinny, white legs. Nothing more than the frame of a boy. You could see spots and other gunk laden things run down each side. His ass was pert, milky, and thin of nature.
As I lay there. For the first time, I felt such a flurry of guilt and shame cross over me. The situational switch growled at me like a beast. An uncompromising, mythical creature who now owned me! There was no fun, or laughter, or charm left. Only humility, a dank sense of the stuff. Ego had left me.
A once shining man was now nothing more than an old, discoloured photograph, left sunken in the sand at the bottom of the ocean. Never to be loved again. Never to be looked at again. Forgotten.
"My pop encourages me to do my best for the state. He’s very supportive, and we discuss everything. I’ve been perfecting my shitting. Eating just the right amount of meat and vegetables so I can each time create the best shit possible. I think I’ve got the flow nailed down. As well as the heavy volume. Remember when I told you shit water was not the best for a human toilet? Well, it’s true. I’ve now learned how to get a proper slurry of sludge. It just sits inside of me, waiting to burst out. You know when you need to fart, but it is going to be much worse. It’s like a fire hose of shit. In bursts. The smell too, oh it’s fucking vile!"
That last statement poisoned me. It was wickedness I did not know existed. Oh, but wait …
He scooted his pale ass down on the rim of the seat above me, with his little legs at either side. Then he switched the toilet box light on. It was dazzling and I could see his tight little puckered hole. I just knew he felt a wicked flow of electricity right now. The gleeful anticipation of the ‘calm before the storm’ which had been so wild to me when I was in his very place.
Oh shit! There I go again, remembering my freedom. The good times. I was an idiot. Truly.
“Now on the count of 3 … 1, 2, 3! Blast off!!!”
Without warning, a great torrent of warm, sludgy shit engulfed my mouth as he let rip with his sphincter! The volume was gargantuan. It swam down my throat. Yet, as I had my mouth gag in, there was no time to splutter or heave. I just gulped and gulped as best I could. It was terrible! That taste like, well, SHIT! Haha.
He relaxed himself once more. And as he had aforementioned, it was to come in bursts. He was naturally enjoying the moment and taking his time.
“Yea, remember how they wanted us to get the toilets to take our shit straight down their throats!? You know, so we didn’t have to get splash-back onto ourselves n such. It’s why you have that face spreader thing on. I don’t want my own shit spat back onto my ass. It will be such a mess.”
He turned around and getting up off his seat, I could see his skinny cock dangling between his legs. It was growing into a semi. What great fun for him! He winked at me with a smile and then sat back down again. Once more, his teenage starfish staring back at me. Like a cyclops' eye. Ready to destroy me!
“Here we go Toto!” He snickered.
“BULLSEYE!” He taunted.
And another monumental amount of shit spewed into my mouth! It brimmed, filling up like soup in a pot! I became a chamber for his sloppy, stinky excretions. I had to glug it down! It was full of bits! Several chunks gyrated themselves as I swallowed. The taste foul, wholly fouler than the meal I had to ingest in front of the agents. This was a purposefully curated liquid shit. By a young, and talented, sadistic teenage boy. It ravaged me. Emotionally, physically, and spiritually. My first taste of life in the Shit Shacks. As a fully functional human toilet!
“Here’s one for the state!!!”
He hurtled from above with a glorified, pompous pride. And a third volley of shit came waving into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could. It was almost whispering to me, "hey buddy, I hope you are ok!" Hahaha
Finally, after 3 more brazen attacks, a lot of squelching, spluttering and farting, he was done! The last of it squeezing itself out as squirts of shit water! In a final encore. My stomach was swimming with his shit. A peppering of brown all over my face. Like a kid who had eaten all the chocolate cake and denied it. Gross!
He turned around and squatted down. He angled his dick towards me and let out a heavy, thick load of cum into my mouth.
"AHHHH!!! AMAZING!!!" He cried.
I felt terrible. My stomach wretched. His teenage stink-hole had well and truly filled me up! With a sickening volume of shit! Just as he had heralded!
Nothing but fear of the next man to arrive was entering my imagination already! Shit and cum laden on my face to match!
How many a day did I have to do? 5 or 6! Maybe 7 or 8! Oh God. Oh Jesus. Oh hell on earth!
He wiped his ass and then stuffed the soiled toilet tissue into my mouth. He pulled the spreader out of me and fixed up his pants once more. He basked in satisfaction. A moral young man, one of ethics and integrity.
“That was for the collective. That was for, as you put it to me last time, to a space we call home!”
He chuckled at that last remark. I remembered saying it just before I had run. When I was free. Now look at me. The once dweeby kid was now a man. And I was a human toilet.
He left my Shit Shack at that moment. Closing and bolting the door shut.
That used to be me … leaving after I had done a nice, satisfying shit in the mouth of a transgressor of society. How things had now changed … diddums!
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