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Rubberized shit slave

Part 4

When Dan finally “came to”, he was sure that the entire episode had been a hallucination

When Dan finally “came to”, he was sure that the entire episode had been a hallucination.  His Master could not possibly have branded him – burned a symbol of his complete ownership of Dan’s body into his flesh.  That however, is exactly what had happened.  The searing pain coming from Dan’s ass-flesh confirmed it.  The next thing that he became aware of was the stench of his master’s pile of shit, which had been deposited right under his nose.  There were four thick logs of the stuff, all knotted looking and twisted up – the kind that would require a lot of gumming and chewing in Dan’s toothless mouth for him to be able to swallow them – and that’s exactly what Dan knew would be happening.

 

Dan’s thoughts were then interrupted by Turk’s arrival in the dungeon.  “So, my slave boy has woken up from his little nap” , Turk said in a baby-talk type of voice.  “I bet you’re hungry after your long sleep hey toilet boy?  We’ll see to your meal in a few minutes, but first I want to check out your new marking.”   With that, Turk walked around to Dan’s ass, to check on the branding.  Dan could not see what Turk was doing as he was still secured to the bondage frame by the thick rubber strapping, with the heavy rubber posture collar keeping him from even turning his head.  Turk smiled broadly when he saw the branding…”Turk’s Bitch” in bold capitol letters…red and inflamed at the moment, but that would settle into a nice permanent declaration of just exactly what Dan’s body was…a toy for his Master to use and abuse.  Turk flicked the branding with his thick index finger, causing Dan to howl in pain.

 

“Alright boy, let’s see to that hunger of yours.”  Dan was then removed from the bondage frame, and the thick rubber hood was removed also.  Kneeling in front of his huge, booted master, Dan was then ordered to pick up one of the logs of Turk’s shit that had been left in a pile on the floor.  “Lick it” Turk ordered.  Dan began licking the thick shitlog like it was an ice cream cone.  “Tell me how delicious it is cunt-boy” Turk ordered.  Dan began telling Turk how much loved the taste of his Master’s shit.  After a few minutes, all that was left of the thick turd was the residue all over Dan’s fingers.  “Suck them clean boy” ordered Turk, “and pick up another one”.

 

“Shall I lick it Sir”, asked Dan?  “No slave, squish it up with your hands”.  Dan squished and smeared his hands with the shitlog, until they were both thoroughly covered with the waste.  “Now slave, wipe your hands all over your Master’s right boot”.  Dan was then ordered to do the same with another turd, this time smearing it all over Turk’s left rubber boot.  With the fourth and final turd Dan was ordered to place it on the floor right in front of Turk.  The hulking brute then placed his right foot over the turd, and squashed it flat onto the floor.  Dan was then ordered to lick the floor clean of the disgusting mess, before cleaning each of his Master’s shit covered boots in exactly the same manner.  After “lunch” Dan was placed back into his cage to rest until Turk had further use for him.

 

After a couple of hours, Turk decided that some more punishment was in order, as well as some relief for his aching cock.   Dan was dragged from his cage by his nose ring & leash, still dressed in his tight full body rubber slave suit.  To this, Turk added a webbed rubber head harness, which came equipped with a huge, bright red rubber ball gag.  The ball was unceremoniously shoved into Dan’s mouth, stretching it to the point of near dislocation of Dan’s jaws.  Dan’s eyes began tearing up from the pain, and the corner’s of his mouth were so taut that it looked as though they may rip at any moment.  Snugging up the buckles on the back of Dan’s head, Turk then turned his attention to Dan’s arms.  Turk had long been thinking about how he could extend the training of his slave for extreme bondage, and with the help of some particularly sick websites on the internet, he had come up with some ideas.  Today would begin the process of being able to place Dan’s arms in a back prayer position.  Dan was forced to his knees while the giant 56-year-old bear held on to both of his wrists, and placed a size 14 boot squarely in the centre of his slave’s back.  Pressing forward with his foot while at the same time pulling backward with both of his hands he caused his slave excruciating pain at both shoulders, making them feel like they would dislocate at any second.  Gradually he tipped Dan further forward so that Dan was now laying face down on the floor, with Turks boot planted on his back, and both arms being pulled up towards the ceiling.  Dan tried to scream, but the monstrous ball shoved into his mouth prevented much more than a grunt from escaping.  Saliva bubbled out along his lips, and his eyes darted wildly from side to side.  For a full half hour Turk kept up the brutal stretching of Dan’s upper limbs, until both men were sweating profusely – Turk from the effort, and Dan from the pain.  Inside of his rubber suit Dan was swimming in his own sweat, while Turk’s dripped off of his forehead and chin onto his rubberslut’s shiny black frame. 

 

Turk then eased the pressure he had been applying, and let Dan’s arms drop down to the floor like two lifeless wet noodles.  Most of the sensation in Dan’s hands had been cut off long prior, so he just lay there unable to move either one of his arms.  Turk retrieved a new purchase from the cupboard, and returned to the limp body of his little shit slave.  The device was then strapped around each of Dan’s upper arms.  It consisted of two thick rubber straps, connected by a ratcheting system that would bring the cuffs closer together.  Once applied, Turk began clicking the ratchet, and click-by-click Dan’s elbows were brought closer together.  When his elbows were nearly touching behind his back, Dan began to writhe in pain, which caused Turk’s massive cock to begin to stir.  Finally Dan’s elbows were pinned together, and Turk’s cock was at full mast.  Dan was brought up to his knees, and the ball gag assembly was removed.  It was replaced by his Master’s rampant cock, which was shoved as far down the slave’s throat as possible.  Dan’s throat showed the bulge of Turk’s meat buried inside of it, and as the slave struggled for air, a wicked grin passed over Turk’s lips.  He had thoroughly enjoyed the training of his toilet boy to go without air while being gagged by a thick cock.  The spasming of Dan’s throat just before he would pass out never failed to bring Turk to a crashing orgasm, pumping the now nearly unconscious slave full of a thick creamy cumload.  After his orgasm subsided, Turk pushed Dan away from his crotch and into a slump on the floor.

 

While Dan was regaining his senses, Turk attached another new device around the slave’s collar.  It was another ratcheting system that had two long nylon cord extensions, which traveled down the centre of Dan’s back.  A cord was then attached to each of Dan’s wrists, and the ratcheting began soon after.  With each click, Dan’s hands were pulled up the centre of his back towards his neck.  Turk kept going until the resistance of Dan’s tissues prevented any further advancement.  Turk was determined to eventually get his slave’s hands right up to the back of his neck.  Dan, now fully conscious again, began moaning and groaning from the constant pain now being inflicted by the extreme tension on his elbows and shoulders.  “Get used to it slave” Turk sneered, “I’m going to turn you into a pretzel by the time I’m done with you”.  Getting sick and tired of listening to the mewling of his slaveboy, Turk decided that a new method of silencing the slut was in order.

 

Dan was then hooded with thin latex, which blocked his vision, but left the lower half of his face uncovered.  He was then marched towards, and then up the stairs by his sadistic Master.  As he ascended the stairs, Dan realized that he was leaving the basement dungeon for the first time since his enslavement.  During the many months that had passed since Dan’s capture, Turk had been busy with some renovations to the main part of the house…specifically the bathroom.

Dan was placed on his back on the floor of the new bathroom, and he then became aware of something heavy being placed around his head with a thud.  A large object was then worked into his mouth, stretching it wide open, with his lips sealing it around the outside.  Once this was done, the thin latex covering over his eyes was peeled back, and the horror of the situation came crashing in on the tortured slave.  Through the opening over his face, Dan could see Turk’s grinning face looking down on him.  Turk then began to explain this next and most brutal phase of Dan’s training.  “You see slave” Turk said, “I have spent a long time training you as a toilet slave, so I saw no reason that you shouldn’t actually become a toilet”.  Over Dan’s head Turk had place a specially designed toilet that funneled down such that any piss or shit deposited into the toilet would have to be ingested by the shit eater.  Turk completed the transformation by catheterizing the slave, and inserting deep into his rectum a short but wide-open plug, which on the external end was attached to an empty thick black latex bag.  Turk then explained to his slave that his bladder would be drained once every two days, and that any shit that passed through his system would be collected in the rubber sack attached to the open plug, which was keeping Dan’s asshole, propped open to a diameter of four inches.  “Once you have your hands all the way up to the back of your neck, your stint as my toilet as well as my toilet boy will be over, at least for a while”.  With that pronouncement, Turk began laughing so loudly that Dan could see his belly shaking.  The next thing Dan saw was Turks thick thighs and wide ass lowering onto the toilet seat.

 

“Get that toilet tongue into my hole cunt” Turk ordered as he sighed, exhaled, and settled in for a nice relaxing dump.  Dan forced his tongue up through the valve holding his mouth open, and began teasing his Master’s shithole.  In response, Turk let loose with a loud wet fart that coated the inside of Dan’s mouth with a smattering of shitty ass juice.  Turk then began to push, straining to force an extremely thick log of manshit into his slave’s mouth.  After relaxing for a few minutes, Turk got up and looked down into the toilet bowl.  Protruding from Dan’s open mouth was an obscenely thick seven-inch log of shit, slowly working it’s way into Dan’s throat and into his gut.  As Turk chuckled to himself at how much he was going to enjoy going to the bathroom over the next several days, he reached down under his slave’s neck and advanced the ratchet by another notch.  A look of pain shot across Dan’s face as Turk announced that with about 15 or so more turns of the ratchet, they would be able to move on to the next phase of Dan’s training.  As Turk turned to leave, whistling to himself, he could hear the muffled sobbing of his slave as he turned off the light and shut the door.  Tears streamed down Dan’s face as he realized the level of his master’s sadism.  He was going to suffer for the rest of his days.    

 

 


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