Chapter 1

A few nights ago Greg’s life had changed forever. His numbers had come up on the lottery and he’d won £56 million. Needless to say that’s the kind of money that can change lives and allow people to experience their wildest fantasies. After telling his boss what to do with his job Greg set his mind to a fantasy that had been growing within him.

It had started when he was much younger. Something about guy’s arses thrilled him like nothing else. Before long arranging meets through websites for giving rimjobs and being facesat was Greg’s only aim and he had a pretty good success rate. Soon though, he wanted to experience something more.

He’d tried to arrange meets to take things to what he felt was the next level, being used as toilet, straight from an arse to his mouth. It proved more difficult than he’d expected to act on it as although he’d grown to accept the smell and taste of dirty arses he couldn’t handle the thought of swallowing it down so he’d always chicken out. He’d decided some sort of bondage would stop him from running so started to look round the internet for something suitable.

After a few hours of searching there it was. From the outside it looked like a huge white container with a toilet seat on one end. The inside was on 2 levels. In the top level the toilet slave would be able to lie down and have his face under the toilet seat. The level underneath was a tank for his waste which would fall through holes below the slaves arse. It claimed to be able to hold enough piss and shit to allow for someone being locked in there for a couple of weeks and could be emptied by a valve on the side for even longer stays. The lid was in 2 parts, one to cover the body and another for the head section. When these were both down it created a barrier around his neck to keep his waste contained in the body section. It also had the effect of securing the slaves head, preventing movement. The sides also had shackles to keep the slaves arms in place and prevent any playing with his cock. It came with a gag which would keep the slaves mouth wide open and a tube that could be fitted between the gag and the toilet seat, sealing it except for small holes near the top to allow air (and smell) to reach the slaves nose. This would leave the slave in near total darkness. The lid could be put down to reduce smell escaping but there was enough of a gap to allow some fresh air in. The boxed was sealed with a series of locks around the side. Finally there was a detachable panel on the lid at point where the slaves cock would be allowing the Dom to provide the slave with pleasure if he wanted to. The problem had been the price. Greg couldn’t justify the £12,000 price tag but since the win this wasn’t an issue.

Now that Greg had the setup he just needed someone to use him. He considered his list of contacts from previous meets but for his first time locked in he wanted to add a little extra spice. The thought of paying a straight guy, who’s only reason for agreeing to it would be the money and the power trip of using someone for something that disgusting, was hugely exciting. Just imagine the humiliation of even just discussing it, let alone acting it out. He set about searching through the profiles of straight guys on the many websites he was a member of and quickly hit on a perfect target. A guy he recognised called Craig. Back in school Craig had bullied him a little. Nothing too extreme but enough to leave an impression. His profile was pretty vanilla, just looking to find a girl for “fun”.

After a lot of thought Greg finally settled on the message. “Hi Craig, long time no see. Don’t know if you remember me after all these years but I’ve got a bit of a crazy proposition for you...”. Deciding on the direct approach Greg set out what he wanted from Craig and offered £1,000 for 4 days service. He also explained the features of the toilet box in detail. He could have afforded to pay a lot more but £250 a day seemed reasonable.

The reply came back about an hour later “knew you were a faggot but didn’t expect this! HAHA! Got to admit the thought of you eating my shit and paying for it is too good to miss. When do you want it?”

Greg replied with the dates and got a reply instantly “Is good for me. Few things tho. The access panel over your cock stays locked. I’m not going near that and what’s more you’re not either, your arms will be in the shackles the whole time. You’ll also have the dental gag and the tube in the whole time. You wanted to eat all of it and you will and fuck knows I don’t want my toilet talking to me while I’m using it. Finally the head section won’t come off either. Don’t want you staring at me while shitting in you”

Was fair enough to Greg so he agreed. Would have a hell of an erection when he was finally released which would be a good thing to look forward to.

The wait for his dream to come to fruition felt like an age but finally the time came. Greg loaded the car with the equipment and drove over to his place. Craig answered the door with a huge grin and without a word pointed to the bathroom where Greg was to spend the next 4 days. He headed in, not able to look him in the eye and started to put the box together while he stood in the doorway watching and chuckling to himself.

Once it was ready for Greg to take his place he took off his shirt and reached for his pants but was grabbed before he could reach the belt. “forgotten something fag? £1000 right now” He took it out of his pocket and passed to him feeling his face go an even brighter red. Once he’d counted it out he told Greg to hurry up and get in.

After stripping Greg lay down in the box and put his arms in the shackles. Craig slammed them tightly closed and lowered the top of the case over my body and locked it. All Greg could do was watch as he picked up the gag and shoved it his mouth and locked it on. “Tell me when it’s painful” he said grinning before opening it up stretching his mouth open. He ignored Greg’s pained grunts and only stopped when it was as wide as it’d go. He picked up the lid to the head section, looked him straight in eye and said “bye then fag” before placing it over him, carefully lining the tube up with the gag and sealing it on.

After Craig was sure it was on as tightly as possible he stood up and looked down the tube. The sight that greeted him was a wriggling outstretched tongue. “He’s really eager for this” he thought to himself before lowering his jeans and taking a seat. It felt like sitting on any other toilet but with felt like a slight draught from the breathing mouth underneath. Although he really wanted to take his first shit into the waiting mouth he found that he didn’t need to go. He did manage a huge fart though. “I’ll just leave him with that for now” he thought before standing up, closing the lid and walking out the door.

Inside the toilet Greg was having to deal the worst thing he’d ever smelled. He’d just discovered that rimming a dirty arse and having his face farted on was nothing compared to be trapped in a small enclosed space with nothing else to breath other than what had just been blasted on him. The little gap in the seat that was supposed to allow fresh air in was nowhere near enough to let the smell clear. Unfortunately for Greg though he had no choice but to lie there, waiting.

A few hours later Craig was ready to make full use of Greg. He went into the bathroom, and lifted the lid. He heard a gasp for the clean air and laughed to himself. He took his cock out pointed it at the tube and released the dark yellow stream. He had to stop himself a couple of times to allow Greg to swallow before it overflowed but eventually it had all gone down and he felt his bowel gurgle, ready to empty.

Greg felt disgusted by drinking the piss but he was grateful for having his thirst quenched. The box was hotter than he’d expected and he was sweating a lot. A few moments later though Greg felt the box wobble and realised Craig had sat down. It didn’t take long for him to feel something lumpy and heavy drop into his mouth. A few seconds later the smell and taste hit him and it was more than he could handle. He retched 3 or 4 times but just managed to resist vomiting. He felt the pressure increase and knew more shit had gone into the tube followed by even more. The box wobbled again which Greg guessed meant Craig had stood up. This was confirmed by the hysterical laughter he then heard. It was muffled but he could make out Craig asking him how it tasted followed by more laughter. With his jaw stuck open his teeth were useless to him so he tried to jab the lowest log with his tongue to break it up into smaller chunks he could swallow. Craig must’ve been able to see this as Greg heard more laughing.