The Pet

I was in a state of pure panic. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, and I couldn’t talk. All I could do was feel, smell and taste. There was absolutely nothing I could do to escape the ordeal that was going to happen to me. My urethra was on fire from the brutal catheter treatment and my nipples hurt like hell. My head was spinning, and my heart was beating fast. And although my entire body was obviously in a flight response, my fucking dicklet was harder than it never was before inside its metal prison.

I don’t know how long it took until I felt the tube vibrate for the first time but when it did, my panic rose even higher. The tube vibrated stronger and stronger as the feces were pushed through it. Then it hit me. A surge of diarrhea and urine was forced directly into my mouth and down my throat. The smell and the taste nearly made me faint. I was used to being fed disgusting things, but this was too much even for me. However, there was nothing I could do against it.  The tube was locked firmly in place and the pressure coming from it was too strong. I could only swallow the vile mixture. While it was forced through my mouth and into my throat, coating my tastebuds in shit and piss, I couldn’t help myself but scream. The smell and the taste were so awful that I automatically vomited the mixture back up only for it to fight a battle with the surge of feces going straight into my mouth. Eventually everything was stuffed back into my stomach. 

When the flood wave of feces finally stopped, I was breathing heavily through my mouth into the tube. I felt like I had run a marathon. The experience was the most intense torture I had ever been subjected to. I felt like I was living in a port-a-potty. The air was filled with the stench of human feces and my entire mouth tasted the same. Still, I made it. Although I was nauseous, I was proud of myself. Knowing what was going to happen for the foreseeable future, my panic settled down. I now knew what to expect and how it felt. There was no longer a reason to ponder. There was nothing I could change about my situation. It made me think of a hentai I had watched once. There was a girl tied down in the basement also directly connected to a toilet and being fed the feces of her fellow slaves. The scene had always aroused me, and I wondered how it would be to be in her place. Now I knew. I laughed through my gag thinking about the irony.

I hadn’t much time to laugh about it though. Just a moment later, another gush was forced down my throat. Luckily, it was just piss this time. It didn’t bother me that much. As I was filled up by the warm urine, I decided to give it my best. If they wanted me to become a human toilet, then I would be the best fucking human toilet they had ever seen. I motivated myself. It would be easier if I learned not only to tolerate it but to love it. I knew that it was to be a very long road, but I knew I could adapt and get used to it. The longer I am strapped down here, the longer I am forcibly fed human waste and the longer I must smell it, the faster I will learn to tolerate it and then learn to long for it.

With every gush of waste, my stomach got fuller and fuller and so did my bladder. The catheter took care of it. When I first felt my hot piss being shot into my anus, I was quite surprised. This quickly changed to myself being in constant pain as not only my stomach was being filled but also my entire rectum. I was really nothing more but a mere toilet.

I have no idea how long I had been down here. My stomach was hurting, and I desperately needed to unleash the enema. I had been counting the number of times I had been filled. Eleven. Eleven times I had to swallow feces. I felt like I was pregnant. My stomach was bulging.

After what felt like an eternity, my earbuds clicked again, and I could hear for the first time in what felt like decades.

“Have you gone insane, yet?”, the dean’s voice whispered in my ear. I grunted. “I take this as a no. I really enjoyed your little show, slave. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Although it has been only two hours, I think you deserve a break.” I sigh of relief went through my gag and into the tube.

“Since you stink like a sewer now, I won’t release you personally. The shackles are remote controlled. I will open them now.” With this said, the shackles sprung open and allowed me to carefully get off the bondage frame. “You can unbuckle the tube yourself. It’s not locked. Just reach around your head and take it off, you sewage pig.” Awkwardly, I reached around my head and searched for the buckle. When I finally found it, it took me quite some force to undo it. The dean had previously fastened it very securely. I managed to undo it and freed myself from the tube. I was now no longer connected to the frame nor the wall and could finally stand up again. 

“You are allowed to take off the mask and relieve yourself. There is a drain beneath you so just remove your plug and let it out, vile creature. Once you are done, you will find a hose on the right side of this room. Clean yourself up thoroughly. Especially your holes. Once you are dry, your workday will continue.”

Gratefully, I removed the mask. Undoing the nasal tubes was a weird feeling. As I pulled them out, I retched a little. My jaw was happy that I could finally get rid of the massive ring gag. With the mask finally off, I could take a look at myself as I removed the earbuds and placed them on the bondage frame. My stomach was bulging like a pregnant woman. It was grotesque. I had literally consumed a shitload of feces. 

My rectum was killing me. Hastily, I squatted down and pulled out the plug, forgetting that it was still connected to my catheter, painfully reminding me of it as it tugged on my urethra. Shitting out all the piss from my rectum, I cried out in relief. Squatting down in a puddle of my own piss and shit, I felt defeated, broken, humiliated and horny. With the most pressing pain gone, I removed my nipple clamps. The blood shooting into my blue nipples causing me again some sweet pain.

With my stomach and rectum hurting less, I decided not to allow myself to vomit. If I was to endure this, I had to keep it inside of me. I laughed out loud as it crossed my mind that I was now indeed full of shit. 

Defeated but happy to have been freed, I walked over to the hose. Of course, there was only cold water. I guessed that I can be happy being allowed to clean myself all together. 

Dutifully, I hosed myself down, making sure to wash out my rectum and my mouth thoroughly. Wet but clean, I knelt on the concrete floor hoping for myself to dry fast. My long brown hair not being of much help.

In the end, i was kneeling alone in the basement for two hours until I was useable again. As I heard the door unlock, I immediately crawled towards the dean to lick his shoes clean.

“I must admit that I have never seen a more docile slave than you. Every slave that I have subjected to this treatment either went insane or was a sobbing mess, begging me to release him. But not you.”

I blushed and kept licking his shoes. “Thank you, Sir. I will do my best to please you, Sir.”

The dean nodded and clipped a leash to my collar, making me follow him on all fours like the servile animal that I am. He led me out of the room and back into the narrow corridor. In front of the room that we came from was another door which I had previously not noticed as the corridor was only dimly lit.

The dean opened the door, and I followed him inside. This room was about the same size as the toilet room. There were metal counters and cabinets around the room, just like in a clinic. In the middle was a metal gyn chair in which the dean made me sit in. This chair was outfitted with the same heavy-duty shackles as was the bondage frame that had kept me securely locked while feces were pumped into me. He locked my arms and legs in place, followed by my head, making sure that I couldn’t move. Looking at my vulnerable body with my widely spread legs, the dean grinned. 

“Your Mistress and I have decided that you should be rewarded for your obedience as a human toilet.”, the dean said as he walked over to the side of the room and retrieved something from a drawer. “You have dutifully eaten the feces of your former fellow students and squatted in your own excrements afterwards. You know which animals also like to roll around in shit, slave?”, the dean asked, walking towards me.

“Pigs, Sir?”, i answered. “Precisely. And since you both share a common activity, you are what, slave?”

“I... I am a pig, Sir.”

“Indeed, you are, slave! However, you might behave like one but to look like one, you are missing something.” 

I looked at him confused but just a moment later he put on some surgical gloves and started to disinfect my nose. Then it dawned on me. There was indeed one thing I didn’t share with cattle, yet. Like I had thought, the dean took a large, thick piercing needle and mercilessly pierced my septum. It didn’t hurt that much and there was only little blood which surprised me. Confidently, he placed a large, heavy metal ring in the hole that was left by the needle. The dean grabbed a hand mirror and held it in front of me so that I could look at my new accessory. 

I gulped. Combined with my cattle earpieces, I looked like farm animal now. The ring was massive. There was no way I could I hide this in public. I looked like a freak. But this dehumanization also gave me a very painful boner within my chastity cage.

“Do you like it, pig?”

I swallowed a lump in my throat. But deep down I knew that this was what I wanted. Instead of giving the dean a proper answer, I made oink-noises like a pig and made peace signs with my hands while crossing my eyes and sticking out my tongue, to the great amusement of my tormentor. 

“I take this as a yes, pig. Let’s add the finishing touch.”

The dean then placed a large ball gag in my mouth and fastened it tightly. Not being able to protest or move, the dean grabbed some electric clippers from the counter next to him and without hesitation started to shave my head. Tears ran down my face as he removed strand after strand, but the dean didn’t pay attention to me.

After my hair had been removed, the dean gave it a wet shave, leaving me entirely bald. My eyebrows were removed in this process as well. He held the mirror up again to show me the results of his work. I looked grotesque. Having been able to at least partially hide my cattle tags with my formerly long hair, everything was now on proper display. I looked like a perverted freak. I wouldn’t be able to go unnoticed anymore. Whenever I went into public, people would look at me, laugh at me and be grossed out by my appearance. It was beyond demeaning. Nevertheless, my chastity cage felt tighter and tighter as my dick tried to break free from it.

This was a level of humiliation and shame I hadn’t anticipated but although going out now frightened me, I had to admit that it turned me on. Since my hair was gone now anyways, I decided to stop crying about it and accept my fate.

“Do you like your new look, pig?” - Defeated, I looked at him. “You seem to be conflicted, pig. Granted, your new look might ruin your reputation completely, but it suits a worthless shit-eating fuck pig a lot better, doesn’t it?” I nodded. “Good pig! Since you enjoy this so much, let me add some more decorations so that you’ll look like the sex-crazed freak I want you to look like.”

Worried, I looked at him. New decorations? Isn’t being a bald freak with cattle tags and a cow ring in my nose enough for him? My questions were answered as he went to the back of the room to retrieve a tattoo machine. 

Swiftly, he got to work. Fortunately, he did not tattoo my face, which I had worried about the most. His target were the backs of my hands. In bold big letters, he tattooed SLAVE onto my left hand and SLUT onto my right hand. The process was very painful due to the thin skin but worse was the prominent position of the markings. He really wanted to make sure that not only my reputation was ruined but also my life onto a point of no return. Although these tattoos were seriously demeaning and added to my public shaming, they could still be hidden with a little effort. And I must admit that the black ink matched well with my black nails.

I couldn’t give it much more thought as I felt the dean’s finger on my asshole, applying lube to it. "I couldn’t help but notice the tattoo on your chest.”, he said with a sardonic smile and unzipped his pants. “Time to put it to the test, cumdump”. I moaned through my gag as his dick entered my wet fuckhole.