Chapter 3

2 weeks had passed since Craig and Ben had told Greg about their arrangement. Greg knew this as Ben had made sure to torment him about how long he’d been there as much as possible. Ben had also taken a radio into the room on a few occasions. Not to give Greg respite from the crushing boredom he experienced when not being used but to keep his mind as active so he’d be fully aware of what was happening to him for as long as possible. Ben knew that spending long periods of time in isolation would eventually dull Greg’s senses and he couldn’t see the fun of feeding someone who was no longer aware.

Most of the days had passed with Greg just having to swallow piss and shit but on Craig’s last day at the house his heavy drinking had made him sick. He’d done this on purpose to make the most of Greg before he left. For Greg this was worse than anything he’d experienced so far. Although he hated the taste of piss and shit he was at least experiencing one of his fetishes whereas he had no interest on any level of swallowing puke. Despite his drunken state Craig had managed to get it all down the tube and into Greg’s mouth. Greg was retching too much to swallow so although he just about managed to avoid throwing up he was stuck with it in his mouth. Although he wanted to watch Greg struggle Craig’s stomach wasn’t strong enough to endure the sight and smell so he had to leave the room. A few hours later Ben had gone in for a piss but when he lifted the lid he saw the remaining mess and could hear Greg sobbing so he decided to use the porcelain toilet to avoid washing the taste away a while longer. Ben had laughed to himself about the fact that NOT pissing in someone’s mouth could be seen as being cruel to them. It took a couple of uses, both shit and piss, for the taste to clear completely.

Greg was starting to get used to the routine. He’d given up on the thoughts of being released and was slowly starting to get used to the taste, or at the very least the shock of it each time had died down a bit. He was stirred from his thoughts though by Ben coming in and shouting good morning. The lid opened as usual but he didn’t feel Ben sit down.

“I’ve been talking to some of my friends about the box and they’re interested to see it. Tonight a quite large group will be coming round to try you out. Some of them know you’re a permanent resident, even how that came about, but a few are a bit more squeamish so as far as they’re concerned you’re here by choice for a couple of days and will be out soon. Keep it our little secret, eh” he knocked the box and laughed at his comment. “You won’t alert them by struggling though, I’m going to say you’ve probably had a change of heart but you signed a contract and begged me to make me keep you there for the agreed time. Most of them are fellow Masters and Doms but a couple are their slaves and submissives who might find themselves in a similar predicament to yourself, willingly or otherwise. I’ve actually taken delivery of another box for tonight that is being used to demonstrate it. One of my friends has a submissive who is really into bondage and enclosure but not much else so he’s been nominated to be locked in. As far as the submissive knows it’s just for tonight and tomorrow but what he doesn’t realise is that once the part timers have left and it’s just those who know all about you the box is going to be sealed by your friend Craig to show everyone how it’s done. His Master was getting a bit bored of him but this should make their relationship more fun. Well, not sure the soon to be toilet slave will see it like that but that’s his problem.”

Ben wanted to take a shit but knew that Greg would be eating and drinking a lot when his friends turned up so instead he just coughed up some phlegm and spat it down the tube before closing the lid and heading out.

Ben had just finished changing into his fetish gear when he heard a knock at the door and he excitedly headed over to welcome his first guests. The sight that greeted him was of a mid forties, stern looking man with a naked, kneeling early twenties slave next to him. Luckily the nearest neighbours were a fair distance away, out of sight of the front of his house.

“Hello Michael, I trust your journey was ok” Ben said beckoning him in.

Michael grinned “it was ok but the anticipation of seeing your new toy was killing me the whole way here”

“Don’t worry, you’ll see it soon enough. I want to wait for everyone to get here first though before I let anyone use him”

“No problem. I think L here is looking forward to trying it out too” he said kicking the side of the now crawling submissive next him. If “L” had seen the looks the 2 Masters exchanged then he might have figured out something was wrong but he kept eyes on the floor as ordered to.

Within half an hour of the first arrivals everyone had turned up. Most wearing in fetish gear of some kind. Of the three submissives 2 were naked and one had leather shorts locked on. Craig had arrived too but was keeping to the back of the room, slightly uncomfortable as he’d never been in a group like this.

“Alright, if you all want to come through. Anyone with a weak stomach might want to take a breath now as the smell from the tube can be a bit grim”

Ben led the way as they all shuffled through into the bathroom, happily there was just enough space.