Ahh shit, it was bad! I felt so much pain for him. I mean deeply. I used to shag this guy. He used to love suckin my dick. I think he was in awe. It kinda went to a place where he fell for me, but I knew he wasn’t for my liking.
And now, 5 years later. Me at 26 and him at 28. We were in different places. I hadn’t defaulted on the government laws. He had. And now, with human toilets being the ‘status quo’, it was all very real.
Shit, shit, shit, I felt terrible! But these societal ungrateful criminals had to pay the price! We law-abiding citizens didn’t wish for their fate. Yet in return, we had to use them! The populist government had made it so. And if we didn’t adhere, it would be the vulgar gulag for us.
“Bro, I’m so sorry to see how you have become. I really, really feel for you. But I have to commit my duty to this society.”
The poor man gasped at seeing his old shag. The one he always fancied. He always loved his cock. Yet now, here he was as a human toilet for not a stranger but somebody he had previously lusted over.
"If I don’t commit to my duties serving men each day, then they will take me away. I have to face the music. I have to eat the shit of men for 2 years. Until I have paid my debt off."
“Jeez brother, they some harsh years. And sames here. I can’t falter, either. We are both bound. By the way, how much shit do you consume?”
He blackened and savagely sculpted out at that moment. Just like an abstract Picasso painting. So removed from reality that he wasn’t even a Van Gogh in the Paris limelight!
“I eat shit 3 or 4 times a day. I have a manager who supports me. They give me pink pills to keep me hard. I am kept completely naked. Whenever I barf, and after the customer leaves, I have to eat it all up. Right in my belly.”
“Shit, man, they are tough requirements. How are you coping? I know we used to shag n all. I care for you, bro.”
He winced, n whined. He buckled. He still had smears of shit from the last punter. All over his cheeks. It had been a heavy one.
"I do what I do. It’s a whole life of servitude otherwise. I have 15 months left of human toilet duty. I just keep going. I have agreed to it all."
"Good on you. But I won’t take any risks either. They asked me to eat a very heavy meal last night. As it’s my first time. Two cans of mushy peas & two cans of baked beans. It’s going to be messy, very messy … I’m so sorry. So so sorry."
The housed units were correctional waste facilities, but on the street we had nicknamed them ‘Shit Shacks’. Each town had them right through the country. A row of 10 stalls housed each man. They spent 23 hours a day in them. It was much like prison.
Yet now, he had never had an old shag do such a thing. They were always strangers. It dawned hard, really hard. And as per the pink pill had his pecker rock hard! It was an utter shame. The lowest of the low.
One of the younger guys, sadly, hadn’t been swallowing and chewing correctly! Not efficiently enough for the punters' likings. They had made complaints. He was a few stalls down in the shit shack line. Screams had been heard one night. Agents had turned up and whisked the guy away. Word had it he ended up on ‘the farm’ You can only imagine the intrigue of things walking on 4 legs and hooves he would meet! Lots of newer tastes to try!
I looked into his pitiful eyes and thought it best to break the news.
"By the way, your stepmom is proud of you. Spoke with her before. She said it was so important you get through this period. She wants to see you again. Even after the crimes you have committed to end up here as a human toilet.”
His eyes widened in shock. A little tear cascaded down his cheek. He hadn’t heard from his stepmom since he’d become a human toilet. It was abject pink pill horniness mixed with abject misery of being a shit hole toilet! All at the same time! But with a hard cock. You couldn’t make this up. It was an utter head-fuck!
‘My stepmom, she asked if I was ok?’
"She said you are here for your own troubles, but you will find strength to come through it. She was hardly sympathetic, maybe you had pissed her off or something in your normal days … Sorry to say bro, but the big fat guy who did the logs the other night, well, she has seen the video. She has seen you, her own stepson, eat human shit. I’m so sorry bro, but it’s legality now."
The room went quiet. So quiet. Like the depths of the sunken titanic. Years later, just a diary on the seabed. Closed for years and, in a blast, reopened.
"Please, just get it over. I’ve faced so much. I can face this. But my step mom??? I am ashamed and destroyed. I can’t believe my existence."
‘Listen, they said I can shit in your mouth whenever I like when you are serving me. But first I want to destroy your hole. I want a deep fuck. I know you could never handle my 8.6 inch cock, but now it’s my time and you will take it. I think I want to pound you somewhat, but I won’t cum. I will cum when you eat all my shit. But now, my old friend, it’s time for me to pump-pump! After all, you are a scat-whore-toilet! You will do whatever the customer asks …
Yeah, it sure had been very lame before. He had been such a whiny crap bottom. It had always been such a chore to give him a good fuck. Sure, he loved his dick, but he was always so scared and frightened to get a real pummelling!
So why now would I give a shit? I was there to spray as much heavy brown liquid into the mouth of this guy as I pleased. Sure, it was no fun for him, but you had to look after number one!
He was just a toilet. A human toilet. Nothing more. Slowly, I felt my guilt about all this wane. I was adhering to the laws of society. And that felt good. Morally good.
“You were always such a crap fuck. But they say the ‘shit shacks’ are perfect for a deep dive if one wishes to enjoy. And I do. Do you get fucked much? How’s that play out?”
His eyes glazed over like a gazelle ready to be pounced on. I was a predator. A lion in an enclosure. One which he couldn’t escape.
“Some men have done much worse. One guy even vomited right down my throat. It was absolutely horrendous, but that’s my job.”
“Haha, no way! That’s raw! Don’t worry though. I’m not in that kind of mood today. Just horny n full of shit. It’s not all bad, bud.”
At that moment, I suddenly felt my stomach rumble! Perhaps a Plan B was in order!
“Get into the toilet. I need to shit now!”
There was a conventional toilet-seat that was raised above a lower section where the person who was to receive the shit would lie face up. Funnily enough, at one side was a roll of toilet paper just as 1 would find in a normal restroom.
Reluctantly, but without hesitation, the human toilet got himself into position. As always, he was about to have his mouth opened as fully as he could.
When not in usage, they asked him to do mouth exercises with an instrument which would act as a mouth gag. But it was not a comfortable, plastic fetish one. Oh no, this was a metal piece of apparatus. It had screws which widened in height, and by width. It was an enabling tool, necessary to give full access for the user in the act to have a lovely full swoop of shit without the annoyance of heavy gagging or spluttering. The toilet would practise with it between clients. And by now, he really had developed what I could only describe as a ‘cavern hole.’
The endgame scenario was for all the shit to go directly into his stomach. No biting, no chewing. Just like a conventional toilet ‘out of sight, out of mind’, it meant less of a smell for the person using it. Yet, 9 months later and he was still perfecting that element of his servitude.
I looked down at his face. His mouth contorted as fully as possible. I noticed at either side there were small tears where his training had enabled him to express himself to full capacity. It was hilarious in all honesty.
"To think we used to be casual fuck buddies. To think you used to suck my cock and drink my cum. You loved it. But it was so vanilla. And now, in the new light of the authority of government, you are just a toilet. As I say, we all have a duty to adhere to in the rules of moral order. Some are fortunate, some less so, but one thing I know is that I want to be an upstanding member of society. Sorry bud, but may it very well continue. Don’t worry, it will all be over soon. Just keep fighting the hard fight."
I offered him a wry smile before unbuckling my pants and removing my boxers. My cock jutted up at full mast. Like a lighthouse beaming upon the rocky shores of the sea line. He was a wrecked ship, slowly sinking within the rough waters, close to its demise.
To the side of the toilet box, there was a small light. I switched it on. It was necessary in the darkened shack. The toilet itself could then see directly upwards and angle its mouth to receive whichever substance would be entering in full view. Many disgusting assholes had been his eyesight for a long time now. Just horrendous!
It was funny to say the least, as one customer had been very inventive on one such occasion. He had brought a large, empty can of tomato juice and pulp with him from the notorious ‘farm.’ He was a correctional officer, you see. He had previously prepared a concoction from a couple of ‘4 legged hooved thingys’ of sorts, and instead of directly shitting himself into the toilet, he had poured a thick, vacuous liquid straight down the throat of our unfortunate criminal. Directly from the can. That was a nasty experience, to say the least. It sure as hell tasted worse than you could even imagine!
I readied myself on the seat and grabbed my dick, giving it a few tugs for the added thrill. 9 months in and this was the norm for the toilet, but this felt a whole different kettle of fish.
I let out a few nasty, wet farts. The type you can imagine a lot of baked beans in a rich tomato sauce would be the creation of.
As stinky as a sulphur factory in a bleak industrial city. Endless rows of metal buildings that the eye could see. No escape. Just sulphur, putrid sulphur.
The toilet and ex-shag swallowed the fresh air as it came. I knew it was one of those shits that would not take long to expel from my pucker. I was close, really close.
“Well, my lovely ex-fucker. Here’s a fresh meal from my beautiful starfish. Enjoy!”
And with that last laugh to myself, I erupted from nought to sixty as a NASCAR racer would wind round the track. It was a super-charge of a ‘chocolate fondue fountain’, my shithole erupting with a gargantuan amount of wicked shit splutter straight into the toilet. It just wouldn’t stop. It was endless. A perpetual stream of sludge.
But you know what, after all this time, he had perfected his skills so much that his gag reflexes allowed him to ingest nearly all of it at once. I was gobsmacked. It was amazing. What a human toilet he had become. I still felt more though, and standing up just slightly off the toilet seat, I wanted to give him a rocket bomb of a last stream of gorgeousness!
I angled myself so it squirted all over his face. Like a pulsation from a ‘water pistol’, a shit attack if you may, bathing him in intervals. It was a lovely feeling. The excess torrents caking him with the final excretions of my tasty shit. You could see his belly pulsate up and down like an overweight person who had eaten too much junk food all at once. Haha!
I felt my pucker clench back together and stood up. Without hesitation, I spewed the biggest load of cum all over his face. Thick wads of sticky cream mixed with my shit covered him all at once. It was orgasmic heaven!
I swear he had ingested a gallon of my smelly excretions. It was uncanny. It was hilarious. It was disgusting. It was Valhalla! I just couldn’t quite believe it. Yet I felt great. I felt a perfect citizen. My initial empathies and silly thoughts of ‘being sorry’ had left me. This ex-shag, this villain, this criminal was getting all he deserved. I was a good man. A decent man. One of ethics. There was nothing evil at all about what I had just done. It was all his own fault, this toilet, this ‘human toilet’, for that was all he was.
“Shit bro are you ok?” I asked in mock. He had wolfed down the last of the shit, but his face was brown like the top of a gravy boat. He looked deranged, like a feral animal.
“Yeah, agonisingly i’m used to this by now, eating fresh shit from the assholes of men. Yet, I’m worried. I didn’t swallow it all up. My manager is going to be furious.”
“What do you mean? You took it pretty well, if you ask me.”
"I have to eat it all. All of it. It’s a strict requirement. Right now, there is still shit all over my face."
"Well, I dunno. I’m just a healthy punter. If your manager is pissed, then that’s his deal and yours to make better. I’m not responsible."
He frowned at that. Knowing it was true. But I was as happy as ‘a pig in shit’ haha! Pardon the pun!
“Did it taste good, average, bad, or so?”
"I've had worse, but on the agent's directives, that you were to eat baked beans and mushy peas, I knew it would be a volume to digest. Sure, I managed not to splutter, but I feel terrible inside my stomach right now. It takes time to absorb it all, especially with the shit cramps you get. That is always our job, though. The more functioning we are as human toilets, the better. After all, when does a porcelain toilet ever spit back?"
“Omg, that is hilarious. You sure know your stuff, buddy. But, of course, there is still much to learn. "
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. I quickly pulled up my pants after wiping my hole with the toilet paper and, after throwing it on his face, went to answer. Standing there was a woman. It was his stepmom … Gulp!
More to follow …
All thoughts & feelings, if not in the comments, please send to: [email protected]. Much appreciated.
To get in touch with the author, send them an email.
