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About an hour later, Karol returned to the basement to see how his slave was making out. Dan had woken up, but was woozy and disoriented from the pain and the drugs that had been mixed into his feeding liquid. Karol undid all of the rubber strapping holding Dan down, removed the rigid posture collar, the thick rubber compression hood, and the corset and catsuit. He hoisted the barely lucid toilet boy over his shoulders, and carried him up the stairs and out into the farmyard. There he dumped Dan in a heap on a cement pad, and hooked up a garden hose so that he could begin cleaning his slave inside and out. First he hosed Dan down with the cold water, which went a fair way to waking the slave out of his stupor. Then he aimed the nozzle of the hose into Dan’s stretched out rectum. The enema actually felt good for the slave, as his ass had been stretched and stuffed to such proportions that having all of his Master’s residual shit washed out of him felt refreshing. It was a feeling that would not last long.
By three months later Dan had settled into his degrading and dehumanizing routine. He was now kept in full rubber coverage 24 hours per day, 7 days per week. The only time that it came off was for cleaning, and even then he was cleaned in stages such that when his hood was removed to wash his head, the rubber on his body was left in place. When his body was to be cleaned, his hood went back on. On a daily basis he was mercilessly fisted and stretched, opened up to enormous proportions so that he could be used as a portable toilet for his master. Karol had constructed a special frame for this purpose, a means of turning Dan into an actual toilet. The slave would be laid onto the frame on his back, and strapped down with wide rubber belts that buckled tightly across his body. His legs were then pushed up so that his knees went towards his chest, and were spread apart. Once in this inverted but nearly doubled over position with his arms pinned to his side, rubber webbing was stretched between his legs – this would form the backrest for whoever was using the facilities. Using a hand crank on the side of the frame, Dan’s body was slowly titled backward so that the angle would be just right for the rider to have a very comfortable and relaxing shit. The back of Dan’s thighs formed the seat, and of course his stretched out hole was the toilet. Once in position, Karol would yank out the enormous plug that was being used to open up the toilet hole. Today it happened to be a large pop bottle that had been filled with liquid latex, hardened, and then cut free from the plastic bottle around it. Dan hated this particular plug as it completely filled him up with depth and girth. As usual, it had been lubed up with fat, and kept in place for several hours while he was strapped on to the tractor going over the fields of his master’s farm. Dan groaned in pain as he felt his master’s weight press his thighs even closer to his chest. It was very hard to breathe in this position – particularly because of the heavy rubber corset wrapped around his midsection and the changes that had taken place to Dan’s body – more on that to come. Karol leaned back against the rubber webbing between his slave’s calves, and flicked on the television using the remote control. This was going to be a long, slow shit session. The beauty of the device for the master was that it was portable. He could take his toiled anywhere in the house or outside. Frequently he would set Dan up outside in the midday sun – covered in rubber and stuffed to the brim with hot shit. As usual, Dan could feel himself filling up with each grunt he heard from his master’s throat. Even though he was used this way on a daily basis he never got over the humiliation it brought – which was part of Karol’s enjoyment of the whole scene. Once finished, Karol would use the rubber plunger to pack the shit, and then insert the flushing device. This was essentially and enema system that would sequentially fill the slave with water, and then through a vacuum method empty the slave out. The amount of liquid pumped into Dan’s insides could be altered, as could the pressure with which it was infused and then sucked out. Karol usually like to use a very long, drawn out filling time to give maximum pain from the distention of Dan’s gut against his rubber corset, coupled with a rapid evacuation time to once again maximize the pain factor. With the shit first being tightly packed down into his insides, it usually took three or four fillings to empty him. Sometimes, Karol would leave Dan in the toilet frame all day, and sometimes he was only strapped in for the purpose of allowing his master some relief. Karol no longer used the bathroom in his house for any other purpose that showering. Dan was now his full time toilet.
Other changes had occurred over the past three months. Dan was fed twice daily, with five pound bags of feeding liquid laced with opiates, laxative, and female hormones – veterinary grade. Dan’s skin had become softer, and he was now carrying more weight around his hips and thighs as opposed to his belly. Also, he was developing a large set of breasts that Karol had big plans of using for further play with his slave. Dan’s breasts were not firm and perky like a young woman’s, but rather were developing into soft sagging udders. This is exactly what Karol wanted, and he used a regimen of tight corseting, udder wrapping, and tit and nipple stretching to turn Dan’s jugs into something befitting a barnyard animal. Dan was now in the barn for his daily udder stretching treatment.
The first part of the treatment involved the tightening of his corset straps. Dan’s wrists were cuffed to an overhead bar while Karol sweated and strained – his boot squarely in his slave’s back, to yank on and tighten the corset laces. Once accomplished, Dan’s wrists were released. Dan’s udders were then greased up with a generous layer of fat. They were exceptionally sensitive so Karol would make sure that he was as rough with them as possible. Metal hoops were then shoved down over each tit, right down to the base. The hoops were a bit smaller than the base of Dan’s jugs so immediately they began to fill up with engorged blood. Karol would then start with one udder, wrapping it tightly from base to tip with a 2 inch wide long rubber strap. With each turn around the breast the end of the udder would bulge bigger, deepen in colour, and get more sensitive. When Karol would get to the end of the rubber strapping, the end of Dan’s tit was purple, bulbous, and standing almost straight out from his chest. The process was then repeated on the other tit. Karol had modified his slave’s rubber suit so that both udders protruded outside of the suit, slightly constrained by the opening in the rubber suit from which they protruded. Now with his slave bound, covered in rubber, hooded, and plugged – Karol settled in for a session of udder management.
It usually started with some kind of blunt trauma to the udders. Today Karol decided that each tit needed to be punched five times. Sometimes Karol would punch them from the sides. And sometimes he would drive straight into the swollen tense udders with all of his strength. Regardless, his greatest pleasure came from the wails of pain out of his rubber toilet slave’s mouth. After the punching, slapping or paddling of the udders, it was time to work on the nipples. Dan’s teats were now almost half an inch long, and Karol’s goal was to get them to grow another inch. To accomplish this they were each one wrapped with a thin strip of rubber in much the same manner as the udders themselves. Karol loved the sight of his slave with stretched out engorged tits capped off with distended purple nipples. Sometimes Karol would insert needles or pins into Dan’s udders, but today he decided that a long slow nipple massage with sand paper was called for. For half an hour Karol slowly tortured Dan’s teats with sand paper – making them extremely sensitive and sore. Nothing though, compared to the pain as the bondage was released from each udder. Once free, Dan would kneel down and his tits would be laid on top of a wooden block placed right in front of him. Karol would then use his big shit and mud caked rubber boots to step on each recently stretched out tit while Dan bawled and screamed in pain. The tit stomping would typically go on for a further fifteen minutes or so – all part of Karol’s ultimate pan for his slave’s udders.
Next time – Dan gets milked.
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