I awoke on my third day in The Shit Shacks to a hammering of hands on the door.
"Open the fuck up! Open the fuck up!"
It startled me. They sounded angry. I wasn’t able to unlock the bolted door from the inside. It was odd.
Then the bolt moved. The door slowly opened. I couldn’t see. Because of my obscured vantage point.
“I’ve told you, my boy, have some patience!”
Two sets of footsteps approached. That voice, it was the manager. But who was the boy?
“Oh shit!” The boy said, peering into my box! “He really is a human toilet, right, pop?”
“He sure is! He is new. A baby Shacker!" His pop said chuckling.
The boy frowned. “A baby Shacker?”
“Yep. He’s been with us for only 3 days.”
I looked at them both. Feeling shameful and embarrassed.
“How much shit did you consume yesterday?” asked the manager.
Nervously, I said, “Er, 3 men, Sir. Including yourself!”
The boy was grinning as the conversation played out. It was all new to him, of course.
“He took 3 men!” The boy said, aghast!
They smiled at each other as they gazed down at me.
“He’ll be taking 5 this time next week!”
The boy howled. It really was an eye opener. Being with his old man made it all the better, too! He felt safe.
“Which men did you see to, toilet?”
“The first was a man with only 1 leg! He was about 80 or something. I didn’t know what to say …!”
“First!” barked the manager, “You are here to cater to the needs of any man who comes into this Shit Shack! Regardless of their physical imposition. Just remember that he has suffered a grave misfortune. Not of his fault. Unlike yourself, who has disgraced the State!”
The boy was curious. After all, it was his first experience inside a Shit Shack! It was wonderful. He gazed into the end of the box. He could see 3 days' worth of shit clumped at the bottom. Streaks of the stuff painting the wood!
“Ewww! Why is it full of shit, pop?”
“Now, now, son. It’s how it does its toilet.”
“You mean he doesn’t poop on a regular toilet like we have at home?” He said naively.
“No, no silly boy. He has disgraced himself. We don’t allow them such luxuries! That shit is his own!”
“Hehe! It stinks bad, pop!”
I felt destroyed. Here were a father and son discussing my toilet routines. Even though the ‘shit-eating’ I had to do was infinitely terrible, the way they talked of me here, as an object, just made it all the worse.
“It’s for his own good then!” said the boy.
Cleverly inspired, he added, “So he’s shitting shit!”
I closed my eyes. This was getting worse.
“Sure is! Now why don’t you tell it why you are here, son?”
“Yay!” He exulted. He got close to my face. Inches away. He had that glare of his father in his eyes. An uncompromising devilment!
“IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! WHOOO!”
“Not just any old birthday though, is it?”
I could feel his breath. It stunk. Like eggs.
“It’s my 18th birthday!”
Piping up, the manager then said, “Yes, it is! Which means in the eyes of the ministry, you are now a man! And you know what that means?”
“That I get to try my very first human toilet, pop?”
“Damn straight!”
They both laughed in unison. I felt defiled. Humiliated. Beyond repair.
He stepped back, and I was relieved of his bad breath. You would think the tiniest of such a thing would not affect me. But it did. I don’t know why.
“Will they make him into a Soupy Gloopy?” He asked with an air of intrigue.
The manager gave him a playful slap on his bum. “Not now, son! Instead, why don’t you ask it if it will eat your shit?”
Soupy Gloopy’s … what in the hell was that? I tried to make a grip on the meaning. I hadn’t heard of such a phrase. One thing I knew, though, was it was hardly going to be ‘Jam and scones' in a garden. With hot fresh tea!’ That was certain.
They stopped me in my train of thought as the boy retrieved a card from his pocket. Still standing above me, with that evil glint in his eye.
He opened it up. It was a birthday card, of course. He read the sentiment.
“Happy birthday to you, my boy. And well done on your exams. I am so happy you have gone down the right road. 18 is an age to behold, as you are now a man! I have a big surprise for you today! I know you have been looking forward to it so much. Me and your mother love you! Lots and lots!”
He sniffled a bit. “Thank you pop! You really are the best!”
They both hugged at that moment. A father and son together.
“Can I ask him now?” The newly aquatinted 18-year-old boy said.
“You have my blessings!”
"So then, let’s make it simple! As you are a human toilet, who eats shit all day. Would you like to eat my shit?"
He smiled at me rottenly. A wry, wicked smile. One he inherited from his father.
I gulped. A fresh-faced boy had just asked me to eat his shit. In front of his father. It was piercingly tragic!
“Well?” the boy said, tensing his fists by his sides. He was really excited. Angrily so.
I said, quietly, and as meek as a mouse, “Yes. Yes, I will eat your shit!”
“It’s a birthday poop special then!”
They both snickered. The boy had another question.
“What if it said no, pop?”
“If it said no, I would send it to the farm! No human toilet in my Shit Shacks ever says no. It would be the end of them!”
A serious tone entered the air. “Oh God! I’ve heard of those places!”
“He will be glad to never make a mistake then!” The tone returned to a more jovial one. A big smile painted birthday boy once more!
“Now. I wouldn’t wish to embarrass you on your big day, son. I guess you would like to enjoy the toilet in peace?”
“Haha! You are funny! And no, please don’t watch me.” He said sarcastically.
"I feel nervous!"
The manager wrapped his arm round his shoulder, lovingly.
“Dont be. Not one bit. You are going to lose your Shit Shack virginity today, my boy! You are doing your bit for the collective too, don’t forget!”
“Yes, I am. And I am proud of that!”
“I’ll leave you both to it, then. Let me know afterwards how it went. I’ll be seeing to another toilet. I won’t be far away. Anything you need, just holler!”
“Ok pop!”
He left us. And then there was a silence. What the fuck was this kid going to say? It was awkward.
He wasn’t that nervous. Probably just acting up for fun! He scoured the box again. Fixating his eyes on all my shit clumped at the bottom!
“Are you happy here? And I mean that seriously?”
Was he fucking kidding? Or serious? I genuinely couldn’t tell whether he was. He had a straight poker face on. I detected a bit of dry humour, but honestly, I couldn’t be sure. Should I tell the truth, what if he told his dad, surly he would, right?
“I have 24 months to serve. I’m on day 3! Of course I am not happy!”
The boy raged. "Don’t you sass me. You ungrateful pig! When I ask you if you are happy, you will say you are!"
My heart sank. Deeply. This was worse than the dweeby kid. This one was a ‘chip off the old block’ of his father. I would not get a modicum of kindness. But then again, when had I since becoming a human toilet?
“It’s my birthday. So I want to have a great day. You better not piss me off! You will be sorry!”
I knew my boundaries. They would not be akin to voicing my true feelings. I was here to serve, after all. Offering my mouth up for shit. That’s all I was. A body in a box with a mouth!
“Did you like it when my pop shat in your mouth yesterday?” He said, testing me.
I knew to say the right thing. Which was actually the wrong thing. He knew that. I knew that. But it made him feel better. Making me into a complete idiot.
“Yea. I did!”
“Why?”
“Because I am a human toilet. I like to eat shit!”
“But seriously, why? Tell me properly why you liked it? Tell me in depth!”
I paused. Then thought. Then opened my mouth. Then thought again. Oh, time was ticking. I had to say something. So I gave it my best shot!
“I liked the texture. It was smooth. It was dark green too. It was spinach shit. He had eaten it the night before. I really liked how it curled onto my tongue. In a heap. Like a cartoon poop! I then chewed it. For a long time. Eventually, I swallowed it and it felt wonderful. It was amazing!”
“Hahaha! Oh my living days, I can’t believe you just said that. It’s like when you ask a girl to say she loves sucking your cock, but you know she doesn’t. That’s just like you saying you love shit, but you don’t! Oh my days!”
I felt crushed. By a young, vicious squire. He had jousted me in my guts!
“I represent the collective. What do you represent?” He said, giggling softly.
“I am a human toilet. I represent the Shit Shacks!”
"Yes! You are just a toilet! What was it my pop called you, a baby Shacker! That’s hilarious!"
He then clicked his fingers twice, like a rude customer in a restaurant, and pointed his finger toward the end of my box!
“Now grab all your shit at the bottom of the box! I want you to spread it all over yourself! Every inch of your body!”
I felt confused. What, why, what, why! My brain was frazzled.
“But I thought you wanted to shit in my mou–?”
He stopped me. Then began slapping my face. The right side. The left side. Back and forth.
“Please stop no please stop no!” I pleaded.
They really were hard slaps from a boy who had just turned 18! Like those of a man. He really was his father reincarnate!
He finally stopped. My face was a crimson red. I didn’t dare to fight back. After all, he was the manager's son. They would send me to the farm!
“When I tell you to spread your shit all over your body, you will fucking do it! Now move!”
Oh shit! I would have to do it. I had no other choice. I had to. But to spread shit all over my body! Ahh, what! It was just gross! But after all, the manager had said previously that men would have many tastes. But from his son! An 18-year-old! It was way worse!
I pulled myself up from my lying down position in the box! I thought my role was to make my mouth available? Just like a toilet bowl. And eat shit! This was definitely an evil, off-the-cuff idea!
I agonisingly picked up the first clumps of shit in my hand! I thought it was best to get this over with as soon as possible!
I began spreading it on my feet. Inbetween my toes. Under my soles. Lathering it into my skin!
“When I say you will cover yourself everywhere, I mean everywhere! You are going to make yourself into a filling for a massive ‘Poop Sandwich’ like you are the main ingredient! To be eaten by a giant pig or something! Haha!”
What in the fuck had I just heard? I had no choice, though. I grabbed yet another two logs and squished them both into my hands like it was a cake mixture!
"Yea, that’s it. Up your legs. All over them. Back and front. You get every inch now!"
I did so. With good use of my hands. Spreading my shit carefully all over the areas he had instructed me to. The smell was atrocious. I then reached my cock.
“Yea. That too. And your balls!”
I did so. The embarrassment and shame were beyond belief! An 18-year-old, on his birthday, making me cover my entire body with my shit! Dread and despair filled me inside!
He noticed the shit was running out. But pointed yet again for me to get more!
“Stand up!” He barked. “Turn around and cover your ass! Get it in between your bum cheeks. Pull them apart. Let me see you do it. Right down both sides and into your hole! Faster, you fucking idiot!”
I stood up and at that moment; I knew half of my body was now laden with my shit. I spread my cheeks for his viewing and caked it up and down both sides and into my hole as he had demanded!
It was like rubbing a body lotion on! But this was shit lotion from the bottle instead!
“You look ridiculous! Like a tramp! But there is still lots more work to be done!”
My cock had shrivelled to the size of a little pea. It was like a nub. It felt even worse that my balls dwarfed it in size! I looked pathetic!
The boy then had another idea. “If we are going to turn you into that turd sandwich filling for a giant pig, then I will have to help you out! Now lie down in the fucking box!”
I did so. I knew what was coming. He was flexible, being so young, of course. And he was fervently minded. In a hyped up space of authority that he was loving.
He quickly whipped his trainers off and threw them both to the other side of the Shit Shack!
He then peeled his training pants off and his underwear. It revealed a massive cock. It was absolutely huge. Growing in size. Like a ceremony of birth!
I lay flat. My mouth was open. I had got used to doing so. It was just natural.
He stepped up and scooted down. Squatting on the side of the box! He then, without warning or hesitation let rip! His sphincter opened, and he shot a big, fat log into the box. It landed on my stomach. Then another blew out of his hole in quick succession! The smell nearly knocked me out! It was disgusting. Finally, with one more effort, he let a long dribble of liquid shit out of his pretty little starfish! It was everywhere! All over me!
He quickly hopped off the edge of the box! “Now sit up and cover the rest of yourself with my shit!” He said laughing, seeing the shitty mess his teenage bumhole had created.
“All over your arms. Both of them. And do it quick!”
I rushed to his demands. My heart was pulsating. Destroyed. Soon to be covered entirely with shit!
“Smooth it over your back too! Everywhere!”
Then came the worst part. He knew it. I knew it. We both knew it. There was still one of his giant logs in the box!
“You know what to do!” He said with a Cheshire cat grin!
And on that note, I took the massive log in both of my palms and, with absolute horror and shame, splattered it on my face.
“Use your hands to work it in real good. Come on Shit Sandwich! Imagine it’s a coconut serum. Mmmm yeah!”
I plastered it on. I worked it deep. In the crevices. Inside my ears, up my nostrils, on my cheeks, my lips, my chin, my forehead!
My face was turning into a mask of shit! The shit of an 18-year-old's vile evacuations. Peppered all over me. His big, thick, chunky logs, full of bits, ravaged my senses. The smell abhorrent. Like I had fallen into a sewer and a 1000 toilets had been flushed at once! A river of shit cascading over me! I must have looked ridiculous.
All the while, he stood there squeaky clean. The contrast. It hit me badly. Real bad!
But how could I have imagined refusing the manager's son on his special birthday? He was getting his wishes alright! Humiliating me to the core. He loved it. He absolutely loved it. I was caked in it. Absolutely. Iced up like a chocolate Yule log! Thick fondant. But this frosting wasn’t sweet. It was shit! Bitter shit!
“Now your hair! Shampoo your hair with my shit!” He demanded.
“Oh my fucking God!” I shouted out. This was insanity!
“When I said everywhere, I really, really meant it! Ha ha ha!”
So I did it. Obeying his orders!
I worked it down into my roots like I was having a relaxing shower. I did so for what seemed like an eternity!
“Yes, that’s right, you fuckin’ skank! Lather your hair with my amazing shit!”
He made me do it for a good few minutes! I worked it all over! Everywhere! Just as he wanted. My hair surly turning to the shittiest brown colour you could imagine! I couldn’t actually believe it had gone this far! He was one sadistic boy!
He then ordered me out of the box! Completely caked in shit! My shit! His shit! From head to toe!
“Oh my days! Just look at you! Piggy will be hungry, I’m sure! Ha ha ha!”
He had a wicked glare as he admired what he had done to me! And at that moment, he suddenly whipped a camera from his pocket!
Snap! Snap! Snap! Click! Click! Click!
He was taking multiple pictures. Portrait, landscape, filters — who knows what!
I stood there as the pathetic, gormless man I was! Who had just taken orders off of an 18-year-old on his birthday to cover my entire body, face and hair with shit!
If this giant pig he talked of ever wished to put me in the freezer, he could turn me into a frozen 'POOPSICLE' Oh my god! Fucking hell! What had I become!
He finished his snaps, smiling happily with himself. I looked atrocious. And he absolutely loved it!
"HAHAHAHA! It’s the one and only Poop Sandwich filler! For the giant pig to enjoy!"
And at that moment, I destroyed from the inside and out! Physically and emotionally … Everything!
My hair was gunged in shit! I could feel it like gel, shit gel! I smelt revolting! As a human pig basking in its own shit!
And all the birthday boy could do was smile! Evilly so!
“By the way, I am gay, you know. I am a dirty, young bastard! And I love it!”
That was something that came out of nowhere. In normal times, I would have enjoyed his sweet, little body. I would have rimmed and fucked him to the death! He was cute! But not now. Not like this.
As we stood between each other, the chasm of our sexual endeavours, physically, at the moment, was stark!
My mushroom nub and his mammoth dick! Which as he stood had rocketed to full mast! It was an absolute whopper!
"I don’t want my dick going into your shitty mouth. Especially as you stand here covered head to toe, like a chocolate lollipop! That’s disgusting! So instead I will cum on your shitty ass! Bend over and spread your shitty cheeks with your hands! Wink that pucker at me too! Make it smile shit hole!"
Covered from head to toe in shit, I felt, just slightly, ever so slightly, a movement in my dick! What the fuck!
I did as he instructed. I bent over and parted my cheeks. Looking like an absolutely ridiculous, shit-covered freak!
He aimed at me from behind with his huge dick, letting wave after wave of teenage cum shower into my exposed asshole!
He was in birthday heaven!
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