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The Dungeon - Chapter 1
Faggot woke up groggy - having clearly been drugged by its Master. it quickly realised it had been hogtied with short metal chains attached to thick leather cuffs while it had been out, and its arms and legs were numb. With its hands tied behind its back, it couldn't see that it had been locked into thick leather fist mitts. it slowly realised as it came round that its leather collar had been replaced with a tight, heavy metal one as well, which had in fact been permanently welded in place.
it knew it hadn't been performing its best lately - its Master had complained several times that it had done a poor job sucking His cock, and then there had been the bootlicking incident a couple of days ago. its Master had been getting more and more into filth lately. When it was first acquired nearly 10 years ago it had been almost exclusively used for sex, but then about a year ago things started getting heavier. it had begun with Master pissing into its mouth after it had finished sucking His cock. Then Master had started farting in its mouth whilst it was rimming Him - something it had to do more and more often. Then the Master had stopped wiping His hole after taking a shit and ordered it to lick Him clean, which the faggot did very reluctantly. A couple of days ago Master arranged to go hiking with some of His friends. He'd worn wellington boots because the recent heavy rain had turned the fields very muddy and when He returned they were completely caked in mud, along with some animal shit. it had ordered the faggot to heel, and then pointed at His boots and said the word faggot had been dreading: "clean!", with His friends looking on in amusement. it remembered lowering its head to the right boot and sticking out its tongue, but then it just froze. it couldn't go through with it. it had embarrassed Master in front of His friends and was soundly whipped straight away. it had assumed that was its punishment, but in this it was very, very mistaken. After its whipping Master had covered its mouth and nose with a cloth and it had fallen unconscious in a few seconds. As it slowly came round over 24 hours later, feeling very dizzy, Master stepped in front of the immobile faggot, and told it:
"As faggot has now reached its 30th birthday, it has been replaced by a younger, sexier, more muscular slave, who I find more pleasing. it will, therefore, undergo its toilet training in this basement, where it will live as an animal, for an initial period of 1000 days. A counter on the wall will show how much is left of its sentence. This room is directly beneath My bathroom. As such, whenever I use the toilet, any piss and shit will land here." He stamped on the ground to make His point.
"I require this room to be spotless at ALL times. Therefore, there will be an inspection at random times during the day and night. Normally it will be kept in the dark and will need to sniff and lick at the floor like the animal it is in order to clean it of any filth. During the inspection, floodlights will be turned on, and I will use cameras mounted on the walls and ceiling to detect if there is any trace of piss, shit, or any other item I choose to throw into this cell. If this floor is not spotlessly clean, it will regret it."
"Every 24 hours, a small trap door will open in the corner, which leads to a drain. it will have 5 minutes to piss and shit into this drain before it shuts again. If it cannot hold it outside this time, it will also have to consume its own shit and piss to ensure the room is spotless for My inspections."
Master turned to leave and then turned back to the faggot with a grin on His face. He pulled a small mirror out of His pocket.
"And just so you know it will always remain my slave and never rejoin society again..." He held the mirror up to the fag's face. Three words had been tattooed onto it - one on its forehead, and one on each cheek in very large capital letters and jet black ink. They were back to front in the mirror, but even in the faggots groggy state in realised almost at once what they said: "SHIT EATING FAG." it silently sobbed knowing Master was correct.
With that, the Master unlocked it from its bondage and left, carrying the chains with Him and locking the heavy metal door on His way out.
What He failed to mention was that the small cell had been equipped with powerful air conditioning, which could cool the room to -20 centigrade, or heat it to 50 centigrade in only a few minutes. The faggot suffered terribly during its first few hours, shaking uncontrollably with cold one minute, and then in agony from the heat, the floor became so hot it had to hop from one foot to another.
Another thing the Master didn't explain was that the floor had been laced with thousands of wires, which randomly delivered electric shocks to the poor fag, making it scream in pain.
He laughed at its screams as He pulled down His leather trousers and pants and settled down on His toilet in His luxurious bathroom to take His morning shit. Strong, bitter piss flowed from His magnificent cock, as a huge, stinking piece of shit emerged from his arsehole and plunged the 20 feet to the floor of the cell, where it landed with a soft thud. Soon He heard the faggot sobbing, which made Him harder than ever, and He quickly had His hole rimmed clean by His toilet paper slave that was permanently chained to the toilet and went off in search of His newly acquired sex slave.
The faggot didn't know what to do. The cell was filled with the horrendous stench of His Master's shit, but it couldn't bring itself to start licking the floor clean. It had never eaten a full shit before - just rimming Master's unwiped hole had been bad enough, so the thought of doing this repulsed it. it sat for what seemed like hours. The temperature dropped a few times, chilling it to the bone, but at least this made the room smell slightly less awful. Then the lights came on. They burned it eyes, after having spent hours in the dark, and it screamed in pain and clamped them shut.
"Stupid, worthless faggot! How dare you leave the floor in such a mess!" Master's voice boomed over a loudspeaker system. "it will suffer for this!"
And He was correct. Before the lights turned off, the slave saw thousands of spikes emerge from the floor. They only came up around 1/4 of an inch - too short and dull to puncture the skin, but they were spaced out just enough that lying on them was incredibly painful, and standing was utterly impossible. Then the room started heating up. Soon the floor became too hot to lie on, and it was forced to stand on the spikes. it screamed and screamed as the hot metal points dug cruelly into the sensitive soles of its feet. Then the electric shocks began, adding to its agony. it knew they wouldn't stop until the floor was cleaned, so it got down on hands and knees, crying out as the spikes dug into it. it put its head to the ground, which was painfully radiating heat, and started to lick the floor. The spikes grazed its tongue, and every so often an electric shock would cause it immense pain as it fried its wet tongue. it crawled along, like a hound dog, until it found the first pile of Master's shit - now somewhat dried out due to the heat. it bit into it, and then retched at the terrible, bitter taste, and spat it out.
"Please, Master," it yelled. "Please, it will do anything for You but this! Please!"
But the Master didn't answer, didn't even hear the pathetic faggot's screams, and all the while the shocks kept getting worse. So it started to eat again. This time it managed, with some difficulty, to keep the bitter shit down.
The agony lasted for a full hour after the last few stains had been licked up from the baking concrete floor. During the end, it was sure it was going to pass out from the torture, but it never did. Then, all of a sudden the room reverted back to ambient temperature, the spikes in the floor retracted, and the random electric shocks ceased. It was totally dark, totally silent. What seemed like hours passed, but it could only have been a few minutes. There was no way it could keep track.
Boredom set it. Of course, it had spent many hours in its small cage before, waiting to serve its Master, but it had never been like this. It had always been able to see or hear Him, or at least see and hear something. its stomach rumbled and it realised it was starving. Although there had been a lot of shit to eat, it hadn't been filling. The heat of the room before had also caused it to sweat a lot and its mouth and throat were beginning to get painfully dry.
Time crawled on. it moved around a bit and tried to work out the dimension of the cell. it found the trap door where it was meant to shit and piss, but apart from the solid metal door through which its Master had left this was the only feature. It was otherwise a completely empty room about 2 meters by 2 meters.
All of a sudden there was a faint light in the cell, and it realised that Master must have lifted the lid of the toilet seat. Confirming its suspicions, it felt warm liquid splash on its body and realised Master must have come to have a piss. The stream lasted for what seemed ages, and it could just make out a fairly large puddle on the floor before the toilet seat closed and it was immersed in darkness once again. it began lapping at the salty liquid like an animal, thankful that it could quench its thirst. The concrete floor was painfully rough on its tongue, but it lapped feverishly nevertheless, terrified of missing a few drops and being subjected to the same torment all over again. Once it thought it had sucked up every drop it put its nose to the ground and start sniffing the entire floor like a dog, then did it again to ensure it hadn't missed any.
The lights snapped on, blinding it after so long in the dark and it forced its eyes shut and prayed it had done a good job. The lights went off again and to its great relief, there was no pain.
it lay down on the concrete floor and tried to go to sleep but it was so uncomfortable it was nearly impossible. Before it had normally slept in a large dog basket beside Master's bed so that it was close by in case He needed to use one of its holes in the night, and even when it had been locked in the cage overnight the bottom had been covered in soft rubber. The other reason it couldn't sleep was that it was now desperate to piss and shit. Previously the faggot had been allowed to relieve itself every few hours - it simply had to sit by the back door and within an hour or so Master would always open it and allow it out into the field behind the house. it wasn't sure it could cope with the painful stomach cramps much longer.
it lasted another hour or two, all the while watching where it knew the hatch was, willing it to open. it was sure it had been in the cell much longer than 24 hours, but it hadn't opened once. Perhaps it had fallen asleep after all and missed it? it ended up sitting in a kneeling position with its heels pressing its butt cheeks together to stop itself shitting, shaking with the effort of holding its waste. Then all of a sudden it just couldn't resist any longer and floods of piss began to jet out of its small cock and pool on the floor. it knew it needed to get on all fours to lick up the piss in case Master turned the lights on, saw the mess and started a punishment regime again, but that then it would have to rely on its sphincter muscles to hold in its shit.
Slowly it stood on all fours and then bent its head down and started lapping at the recycled piss, wincing slightly at its salty, acrid taste. it thought it was going to make it through the puddle without having another accident, but just as the last few drops of piss were being lapped up its sphincter let go and a huge pile of firm, stinking shit fell onto the concrete floor. it groaned and turned around, braced itself for the horrendous taste and texture and then divided in and began eating large chunks of the shit that had now been through both its Master's and its own body. it thought it was going to vomit at one point and forced itself to take a break for a minute to recover, knowing it was taking a big risk, and then finally it managed to consume it all.
A few minutes later the trap door silently opened and the slave looked at the vague outline of it in dismay. It didn't need to piss or shit at all now but knew the urge would come on again soon. How was it going to hold it, and whatever else it would be required to eat, for another 24 agonising hours?
it began to silently sob thinking about its situation and then the lights all turned on, blinding it for a minute after so long spent in the dark. The lights turned off, but not before it noticed a tiny smear of its own shit that it must have failed to properly lick up. The jolts of electricity started coursing through its body almost immediately.
It took 4 days according to the counter on the wall that was now reading "996" before its bodily functions aligned themselves with the opening on the trapdoor. 4 days in which it had to recycle its own piss and shit over and over again, every few hours, along with the huge amounts of its Master's waste it also had to consume.
On the second day Master had taken a shit into the cell as normal, but soon after another substance had been thrown in. The faggot knew better than to question anything now and dived straight in, not wanting to risk another agonising punishment session. it quickly realised that alongside the shit, tinned dog food had been thrown into its cell. The taste and texture were almost as horrendous as the shit, but it consumed it regardless, thankful to be fed on (almost) actual food.
And so its life went - the days felt like months as the endless monotony of being caged in a pitch-black cell stretched out into infinity. The fag began to crave its "feeding time" as it was the only thing that broke the crushing boredom.
Sometimes when Master had guests round it would be forced to consume 10 or 20 loads of shit and lap up many gallons of piss from the concrete floor. This would almost certainly mean it would face severe punishment, as there would be no way it could hold that much waste in its body until the next time the trap door opened for it to relieve itself, however hard it tried.
Other days Master would go out and ignore it completely, leaving it to starve and dehydrate. These would be the worst days, not knowing when it would be allowed to eat or drink and again. it would look up at the ceiling where it knew the toilet was and silently beg for piss and shit to flow out of it once more.
Perhaps the worst thing though was never being allowed to orgasm. In its old life, while it had never been allowed to masturbate freely, it had enjoyed orgasms at least once a week - usually from Master fucking it hard, but occasionally He would wank its cock to completion as a special reward for excellent service. Now, however, its cock just hung limp no matter how horny it was feeling. it presumed Master had done this on purpose, and in this it was correct. He had had the nerves that allowed the faggot to get erect cut, but ensured the sensory nerves were left alone so it constantly felt horny as fuck but couldn't do anything about it.
Years ticked by. The counter on the wall had long since flicked to 0, but it hadn't been released. In fact, it stayed in the dark cell for 10 long years, consuming only piss and shit and the occasional tin of dog food or a few scraps from the Master's table. 10 years of living as a toilet and occasionally being severely punished when it failed to keep the floor spotlessly clean, or just when Master felt like it. The only punctuation to its boredom was when once a month the metal door would be opened by one of Master's slaves and it would be hosed down with icy water, depilatory cream smeared all over its body and then hosed down once more.
Then one day the metal door opened and it was dragged outside. it was dragged outside and saw daylight for the first time in 10 years! it was made to crawl like a dog on all fours towards the stables where Master kept His horses and also where the kennels were for His bio dogs. it was roughly kicked inside the stables and dragged to the far end. it took in the smell of hay and shit, and the best thing of all; the shaft of natural light coming through gaps in the wooden stables. Near the far wall of the stables was a kneeling stockade, obviously designed for it. it was made entirely from steel and looked like it would keep it in the all-fours position very effectively. Near the front of the pillory, where its head would be, a huge steel dog bowl had been welded to the frame. The slaves that were controlling it wasted no time locking the faggot into position. Then, Master entered the stables. He looked older, but still very sexy in His leathers. He strode confidently over to it and present His right leather boot for licking, which the faggot did eagerly. The taste of the leather was incredible after eating nothing but shit for 10 years.
"Your time as My toilet has ended," Master announced. "You will now be the toilet for My dogs and horses. Their shit will be placed here," He kicked the huge metal bowl, "and it will also be kept spotlessly clean. You know by now what will happen to you if it is not. You are below even My animals now - you will spend the remainder of your existence serving as their toilet slave." Master clicked His fingers once, and one of His slaves scurried over carrying a shovel on which was balanced a large pile of horse shit. it dumped it in the metal dog bowl in front of the faggot and then stepped back, head bowed down respectfully, eyes on its Master's boots as it had been trained.
The faggot quickly buried its face in the mess and started eating. it was simply a reflex action now. Master smiled and watched His faggot slave chowing down on His horses' shit for a couple of minutes and then grew bored and walked out. it never saw Him again. Neither was it ever released from the kneeling stocks, nor was it ever used for any purpose other than a toilet for its Master's animals. The other slaves were under strict orders never to use it for sex and never to feed it their own piss or shit. The dogs were trained to piss into buckets, and the stallions fitted with devices to capture their piss. Their shit was collected daily by the slaves and shovelled bit by bit into its bowl. There was so much the faggot was kept busy almost all day long just eating and eating, knowing its dog bowl must be kept clean. Sleeping was very difficult for it, locked in bondage as it was, but it managed to get a few hours each night by resting its head in its bowl. Gradually its muscles adapted to the new position it was constrained to, and it became less and less painful being kept on all fours, arms and legs spread out, although the first few weeks were agony for it.
True to His word, that is how the faggot spent the rest of its life - restrained in the same position, eating horse and dog shit for up to 18 hours a day. The horse shit was quite bland and the consistently firm texture made it quite bearable, but the dog shit was truly vile and not something it ever really got used to. Several times during the first few months of this new service it had thrown up into the bowl when halfway through a dog shit meal, only to be "encouraged" to lap up the mess as quickly as possible with an electric cattle prod to its balls.
its own piss and shit were collected in a large tray that was placed underneath it and every day or two would be emptied - the waste normally diluted and used as a fertiliser for Master's crops, or occasionally as a punishment gruel for His other slaves if they had performed poorly.
Many years ago when its Master had collared it, it had said it would do anything for Him. That statement had certainly been pushed to its limits. But even after years of torture and consuming nothing but animal waste it was content as it chowed down on yet another huge bowl of dog shit, knowing it was pleasing its Master - the only thing that mattered in the world.