by: americansklave
Shit Slave Training Day 1
This story is pure fiction. Some things could be considered dangerous, and some things might be physically impossible. Until I actually try them, I won't know what is possible and what is not. Please feel free to write me with comments or suggestions. Hope you enjoy!
I can' believe I'm finally doing this! I've finally agreed to meet a guy who will train me to be a shit slave! I met him on scatboi, and after a number of mails (some when I was a little drunk, and very horny!) I expressed an interest in being trained as a shit slave. Until then I had only eaten my own, and then never a full load. He said since he's self employed and has plenty of free time, he does shit slave training. I could do a 3 month course every weekend for €500.00, or a one week crash course for only €200.00. Since my Summer vacation was coming up, I chose the crash course, figuring I could eat some shit for a week, then spend 2 weeks recovering before going back to work.
Day 1: Initiation.
I arrived Sunday evening, pulling into his place in the countryside. It was a nice home, but definitely a man's home. He came around from the back of the house wearing only shorts, and I thought "wow, nice body!"
"Come on inside" he invitied me, and I joined him in his home where we sat and chatted a little bit more, but it was obvious we both were anxious to get started. He finally pulled out a contract he had written up based on the things we talked about on scatboi.
"Read it carefully" he said, and as I glanced over it, I was already signing my name at the bottom. I pulled out the €200.00 and as I handed it to him, he told me to strip, put on the things from the locker under the stairs, and put my stuff in the locker, then kneel in the hallway with my hands behind my back and wait for him. He disappeared down the hall.
I put on leather wrist and ankle cuffs, knee pads, a collar, a chastity cage on my cock, and a rubber ring gag. Hands behind my back, I waited for my Trainer. I didn't have to wait long. He came back with 2 condoms full of shit. As I watched, he put the key to my chastity cage in one, and the key to the locker in another. As he tied the knots in them, he smiled and said: "You'll have to get the keys out using your mouth when we're done, but don't worry. By then you'll be a fully trained shit slave." Then he locked my hands behind my back.
"Lets go over the rules," he says to me. As he was talking, he was wrapping a cord around my ball sack, pushing my balls down and keeping them pressed tight in their sack. "You will either kneel or crawl. No standing or walking. You will obey my commands quickly. No hesitating. I may take your gag off sometimes, but when I do, you will not speak. You may answer my questions by nodding your head, but you will not speak a word until we are done with your training. Simple rules. Don't screw up, or you will get severely punished. Understand?"
I nodded my head "yes."
"Good," he said. "I suppose we better get started. Go out to the back yard and wait for me by the wooden post out there." I hobbled out the back door and looked around while I waited. The post had rings and clamps on it, and I assumed I would be tied to it soon. There was a barn out the back, with a dog run along the side of the barn. Some pigs were wallowing in the mud next to the barn. There was also a small shed not too far from his house. As I looked around, I could hear him running a blender in his kitchen. Suddenly I felt my ankles being attached to a spreader bar. He pulled my head back, attached my collar to the post, and put a funnel into one of the clamps so that the bottom opening fit into my ring gag.
"Here's your dinner tonight, I made it especially for you. It's my morning shit and piss from yesterday and today. I saved it for you for dinner, but for the rest of the week, my morning waste will be your breakfast." He was holding up a blender jug completely full with a brownish slush. It looked like about a liter and a half of shit slurry. "You said you've never eaten another man's shit, so I will go easy on you tonight. I'll slowly pour this in your funnel in small amounts. If you need to be sick, go ahead, just keep your head tilted back. Keep the funnel in the gag, and try not to spill any. To keep you swallowing, I will be beating your balls as you drink. When the jug is empty, the ball beating stops. Now, lets see your tongue in the hole... ahh, there it is!" As he said that, he poured the first bit of his shit shake into my funnel.
The smell was terrible! The taste and texture were horrible! I wanted to impress him, so I started swallowing as fast as I could until I felt a blow to my balls that made me scream through the shit slurry. Another and another fell on my balls as I started swallowing again. My balls were on fire when the funnel was finally empty. My stomach was revolting, but I was keeping it down. Suddenly, the funnel was full again and my balls started getting beaten once more. It took longer to choke that load down, and the pain in my balls was killing me. I almost puked, but somehow managed to keep it down.
"Halfway there, not bad!" he said as he poured another load into my funnel. This time I choked. Some shit shot out the top of the funnel, but my ball beating never let up. I finally was able to start swallowing again. "Jesus, this guy is cruel!" I thought. I wish I had never told him about wanting my balls beated while I swallowed shit! Finally the last bit was poured into my funnel. When the funnel was empty, I was ready to collapse on the ground from the pain in my balls. Instead he unhooked the funnel and unclipped my collar from the post. I was shoved hard to the ground, and I felt him fingering my asshole.
"Oh, nice and tight! It will be a lot looser when we finish with you!" I felt his cock press against my asshole, and could feel liquid dripping down my balls. "yes, it's lubricated, but with the stuff you just drank!" he laughed. Suddenly he was in me, slamming away at my ass. Watching me drink his shit slurry must have really turned him on, because he came rather quickly. Pulling out, he moved to my face and shoved his dirty cock into my ring gag. I licked as best I could.
"Not bad, pig! I'm impressed. Looks like we might just make a shit slave out of you, yet! Now, follow me," he said as he walked toward the shed. As I entered the shed, I saw a small door leading to a small room inside the shed. The room was completely tiled with white tiles, and flourecent lights kept it looking bright, but it smelled terrible. The room was about 2.5 meters by 2.5 meters, and was only about 1.5 meters high. In the middle of the ceiling was a 3cm diameter tube coming out, with eye-bolts around it. In one corner was a row of 10 funnels with empty condoms attached to the bottom of the funnels. In another corner was a very large bucket, about 70 cm across and 40 cm deep. Another bucket was in another corner. There was no drain in the room.
"This will be your home while you stay here," he said as he removed the covers from the buckets. The smell became unbearable. "The one bucket is full of water, and I suggest you drink up because you'll need to stay hydrated. The other bucket contains the filling for the condoms. I've been saving it all up for the last 2 weeks. I'll leave you now to get to work. I'll be back in the morning, and all 10 condoms better be full, the shit bucket empty, and these tiles had better stay as white as they are now, or you will be in real trouble!" He took my ring gag off, then slammed the door shut. I heard the keys locking the door, then just the sounds of the farm coming though the air vents in the ceiling.
"Oh well, you wanted this! Better get to work" I thought. It wasn't easy moving in the room, and with my hands still cuffed behind my back, it made it even more difficult. I went to the water bucket and stuck my face in and sucked up the sweet water. The bucket was only about three quarters full, but the water was warm. I didn't care. I wanted to get the taste of shit out of my mouth, not that it would matter. I wasn't tired, so I decided to fill the condoms. The problem was, the condom rack was bolted to the floor at one end of the room, and the bucket of shit was secured to the floor at the other end. I tried putting some in my hands behind my back, and bringing it to the condoms that way, but shit kept dropping on the floor, and I got it all over my ass, which also smeared on the floor when I sat down to rest. To keep the tiles from getting dirtier, I decided to wash my hands in the water, and try to wash my ass as well. I took one more drink, then swished my hands and ass in the water bucket. When that was fairly clean, I decided I had better clean the tiles to keep from smearing it more. There was only one way to do it, and that was to lay on the floor and lick the shit off the tiles.
When that was finished, I went back to the water to wash my mouth out. That's when I realized the water was turning brown and had bits of shit floating in it. I tried to drink a bit that seemed cleaner. Then I tried to figure out how to fill the condoms. It seemed the only way to do it without making a mess was to fill my mouth with shit, and spit it into the funnels. It took 2 trips to fill one condom, I figured out. I did the first two, then went for more water to wash my face and rinse out my mouth. I was exhausted by this time, and laid down to rest a bit.
I woke up later, not knowing where I was, how long I slept, nor what time it was. "Oh shit" I thought as I remembered my predicament. I still have to fill those condoms before he comes for me! The worst part was I needed to piss and my stomach was growling. "Where can I piss?" I wondered. Only 2 places. The shit bucket, or the water bucket. If I used the shit bucket, I would have more to clean, and besides, I had drank my piss before. Not so bad. So I positioned my caged cock over the water bucket and started to let loose.
Suddenly my ass let loose as well. I tried to get to the shit bucket, and ended up spraying shit all over the floor, and some splashed onto the wall. I was still pissing as well, so now the floor was half covered with piss and shit. That's when I broke, and sat down and started crying. I didn't know he could be so cruel. I figured I would just eat some of his shit now and again, not be locked in a stinking room and have to use my mouth to transport shit back and forth! I got up and there was another shit smear on the floor where I had been sitting. I decided I could fill the condoms without making too much of a mess, then clean things up before the water got too shitty.
I was just spitting shit into the 9th condom when I heard the key in the lock. The shit bowl wasn't clean, the condoms weren't full, and the tiles weren't white. oh no!
Shit Slave Training Day 2 (part 1)
Day 2: Hell
My trainer was pissed off with me! Not only did I not finish filling the condoms, but the tiles in my room were full of shit and piss, and the shit bucket still had over a liter of shit in it.
"Can't even finish a couple of simple tasks. You really are a worthless piece of shit! Get out here!" As I crawled out of my room he said "bend over that saw horse, there."
My wrists were uncuffed, and re-attached to the legs of the saw horse, with my ankles attached to the other legs. Then a horrible metal ring gag was put in my mouth and buckled tightly behind my head.
He stood in front of me with his cock pressing against my face through his jeans, and he leaned over and put my tied balls into a humbler device. Now my balls were sticking out behind my ass, trapped between 2 pieces of wood.
"My God, your asshole is filthy!" he said. "You have to learn to keep it clean! I think 5 cane strokes for each fuck up is in order. 5 for not filling all the condoms, 5 for not cleaning the tiles, 5 for not cleaning your shit bucket, and 5 for not keeping your ass clean." Whack! The first cane stroke had me screaming through the gag.
After the second cane stroke on my balls, I was going mad with pain. If it was a normal SM play meeting I would have used my safeword, but here I was forbidden to talk and just had to suffer. After what seemed like forever, he finish. I was sure my balls were mash after that beating.
He dropped his pants, opened up a small pail, and shoved his hard dick into the pail. "I find old cow shit works best for lubrication for tight assholes like yours."
Oh no! I barely remember talking to him one night on scatboi when I was drunk, and we discussed animal shit. I hope he can't remember that chat! (And I hope I won't have to clean his cock after he's done fucking me if he really used old cow shit to lubricate it)
"It's only about 2 months old, but don't worry. I won't make you eat it unless you really fuck up"
"hhhhhhrrrrrggggggg" was all I could manage to say through my gag as he slowly pushed his shit covered cock into my ass. He fucked me good and hard, his body smashing into my tied balls that were still on the humbler. I felt him tense, then shoot his load deep in my ass.
"ahhhh, that was good! You really are tight, pig! Of course, we will make sure you are loose when we finish!" Then he moved to my face, and shoved his filthy cock into my gag. I could see a big piece of what looked like cow shit on his balls. "Clean my cock, then my balls," he told me. I sucked and licked as best as I could, but it was an absolutely horrible taste. When he was satisfied with my cleaning, he said: "Now, wait here. I'll be right back." As if I could go anywhere!
When he returned he simply shoved something in my ass, and I felt my bowels beginning to fill. "Keep it tight and don't spill any,"
he told me as he pulled it out, then shortly after shoved it in again and started filling my bowels again. This repeated 2 more times, until he finally said "That's it! 2 liters of pig slurry for a toilet pig!" Holy Shit! He just filled my ass with liquid pig shit! Then he shoved a big butt plug into my ass. "I had to lube that with cow shit, too! Your ass is really filthy now!"
He then removed the humbler, only to put another device on my balls. As the pain slowly increased, I realized he had put a ball crusher on my testicles. When the pain was unbearable, he tightened the wing nuts one more time, then unhooked my ankle and wrist cuffs. "Hands behind your back," he said, then clipped them together behind my back. Suddenly my nipples were screaming in pain! I looked down and saw he had put alligator clamps onto my nipples! "Get in your room." he ordered. I crawled in and he followed me, still wearing his filth covered boots, which made the tiles even dirtier. He grabbed my head and dragged me over to the pipe coming from the ceiling. He brought my gagged mouth up to the pipe, and clipped the gag to the ceiling, then clipped my collar to the eye-bolts in the ceiling. When he let go, I couldn't pull my head off the pipe. The pipe fed right into my mouth.
"There's a sealed tank above your room that drains into this pipe. I haven't used it in over 2 months, and to tell you the truth, I can't remember if I emptied it. Guess we'll find out. I've still got about 2 liters of pig slurry, and I'm going to empty it into the tank. I'll be back in about an hour, and the tank better be empty. You can puke, but your puke will just shoot up the pipe and back into the tank."
I could only grunt into the pipe. I heard him leave, and heard him opening the cover on the tank above me. "Whew! That stinks! Looks like I did forget to get the last guy to empty this. Ha ha! Hope you like it!" Then I heard him pouring the pig slurry into the tank.
"How did I get myself into this mess?" I wondered. My bowels were full of pig slurry, my ass stuffed full with a butt plug, my balls were crushed almost flat, and I was about to swallow a mix of pig slurry and God knows what. Suddenly my mouth was filled with the most disgusting things I had ever tasted, and the most vile smell filled my room. I began gagging and choking, until I finally puked it back up into the tank, but it just fell back into my mouth again!
I figured I had better try swallowing, otherwise who knows how long he would keep me like this. I managed to keep a bit down before puking the horrid stuff up the tube again. This continued for what seemed like hours, but was probably less than an hour. Time was difficult to judge here in this little room. Once I could tell he was opening the tank, but only heard some plopping in the liquid above my head. After ages, I actually managed to empty the tank! I felt rotten. My stomach was bloated, and I had the feeling I needed to puke so bad. Plus my balls were killing me!
I was a mess, and realized that I had gone way to far with this guy. I knew I couldn't take anymore. I had to get out of this.
As I waited, I puked 2 more times, but managed to swallow the scum both times before he finally came back and saw the tank was empty.
He came into my room, and as he undid my ball crusher he said to me "I hope you learned your lesson! From now on you had better do as I say!" Little did he know that I planned on quitting when he finally ungagged me. He took off the nipple clamps, and led me outside. I noticed the sun was just coming up. He took me to a large tank next to the barn. He un-did the lid of the tank, and held my head over the opening. The stink coming from it was unbearable. "Puke" he ordered.
He certainly didn't have to tell me twice! I emptied my stomach into the filth in the tank. It took a while, but finally I was dry heaving into the tank. He pulled me back, and put the lid back on the tank. Then he dragged me back to the post behind his house. "Rest a bit" he told me as he clipped my collar to the post. He went into his house, and I did my best to rest while my neck was chained to a post. I hope he takes the gag off soon. I really can't take anymore of this.
After a while I hear the blender. Shortly after he comes out and clips the funnel to my ring gag. "Breakfast time" he says. "Tomorrow you will be eating it right from my ass, but today I'm going easy on you." Going easy on me???? after what I just went through???? Suddenly my mouth was filled with his disgusting shit shake. "Your stomach is empty so you have no need to puke," he says to me.
My tied balls start getting another whipping. I start swallowing as fast as I can, but my stomach is still heaving from swallowing the pig slurry/2 month old unknown shit mix and I choke a bit back up the funnel. It splashes out and lands right on my face.
"Damn it, pig! You really can't follow simple instructions! Now SWALLOW!" he commands as he smacks my balls harder. When I finish, he leaves me tied and heads off to the barn. After a short while he returns with a small pail, maybe 2 or 3 liters big.
"This came out of the slurry spreader out back. This stuff I don't expect you to keep down, but my shit you will always swallow and hold in your stomach. Is that clear?" I could only go Ommmffff into the funnel. "Now, puke if you like" he says as he pours the sludge into my funnel.
I don't know how long we stayed like that. A mix of truely disgusting sludge in my mouth, my balls being beaten, and every so often my puke shooting out the top of the funnel. Finally the bucket was empty, my balls were a mess, I was covered in shitty puke, and my stomach was heaving! But I had stopped puking.
"I hope you learned something there. Lets get you cleaned up, now." He led me back to the barn, where I was tied again to a post by my collar, and he then hosed me off with cold water from a garden hose.
When I was hosed off, he told me it's time to start my training. I couldn't believe what he was saying. "Start my training?" I was already finished as far as I was concerned.
He took my ring gag off. My jaw was aching from being held open for so long. I started pleading with him: "Please Sir, I can't take anymore! It's way too much for me!"
He looked at me with a mean look. Then he smiled. "It's really too much?"
I nodded yes.
"Ok, but we have a problem. Your keys are in 2 shit condoms, and I'm not going to open them! You'll have to chew them open to get the keys out." After what I had been through, I figure that would be no problem. Anything to get out of here! He said as a last act to prove my worthiness, I would have to find the keys while blindfolded. Since I was still tied, and had a plug up my ass, I couldn't really argue. He put a blindfold over my eyes, and said "open". I opened my mouth as instructed, and suddenly felt the ring gag going back in.
"You little shit! I told you at the beginning, no talking! You really have problems following orders, don't you? Well, perhaps this will make you think twice before disobeying me again!" With that he unhooked me, and dragged back to the septic tank I had puked into earlier in the morning.
He shoved me on the ground, and dragged my head over to the spicket of the tank. Using the strap of the gag, he pulled my open mouth over the spicket. Then he opened the valve. The most disgusting stuff ever filled my mouth. I started retching and gagging immediately.
He closed the valve and pushed me away to wallow in the shitty mud as I puked. I saw him grab a 10 liter bucket and place it under the spicket. The bucket started to fill.
"Oh no," I thought. "What have I gotten myself into?" He picked up the now full bucket in one hand, and grabbed my collar with the other and literally dragged me back to the shed. I could tell he was pissed off! He simply bent me over the saw horse, clipped my ankle cuffs on to the horse, undid my wrist cuffs and pulled me down so he could attach them to the saw horse. My balls were put back into the humbler, and he started beating them. I have no idea what he used, but it sure hurt like hell! He kept beating them. I started to cry. He kept beating them. When I was sobbing uncontrolably, he finally stopped, and moved to my mouth. His cock was rock hard! In it went, and he simply fucked my face. Before he came, he stopped, looked around, got an evil grin on his face, and grabed the pail with the 2 month old cow shit in it.
"I told you you would only eat it if you really fucked up. Well, you really fucked up!" Smiling, he pulled a handfull of that repugnant cow shit from the bucket. He stuffed my mouth full, then continued fucking my throat. I felt him tense, then shoot a big load down my shit filled throat.
As he pulled out, he said "no puking now!" My balls were released, only to be put in some kind of leather bag. "Theres 4 thumb tacks in the bag. As I tighten it, you'll feel them." I could feel them pressing into my tied balls as he pulled the bag up, then he tied the top, wrapping the ties around the bag to make it fit snugger on my balls. I could feel the tacks going into my nuts. When it was nice and tight he punched it a few times, then clipped the alligator clamps to my nipples. My wrist and ankle cuffs were unhooked, and my wrists were attached behind my back again. Then he dragged me into my room. He positioned me under the pipe again, but before clipping me to the ceiling, he went and got the pail of 2 month old cow shit.
Using his hands, he scooped hand full after hand full of the rotten stuff and shoved it in my mouth, stuffing my cheeks and filling me completely. Then he shove my mouth onto the pipe, and clipped my gag and collar to the ceiling. A spreader bar was clipped to my ankle cuffs, and he punched my balls a few more times. Then he left and locked the door.
I hung there by my gag, the revolting 2 month old cow shit filling my mouth, my balls pierced and squeezed, my nipples on fire, and heard him open the lid of the tank. The 10 liter bucket of sewage from the septic tank! Oh shit, I had forgotten about that! I could hear it being poured into the tank, then I heard the lid close again.
I stayed like that for what seemed like forever. I managed to swallow some of the dregs, but spent most of the time puking it back up. He showed up once, checked the tank, (still not empty) and came in my room to punch my balls some more. He never said a word. Then he left.
I thought I was dying. My stomach was so sore from puking, my ass was still full of pig slurry, my balls were killing me, my nipples felt like they were being torn off, and I was completely exhausted! I heard him checking the tank. I tried, I really tried, but 10 liters of raw sewage, plus the 2 month old cow shit was just too much for me. He opened the door, but didn't come in.
"What am I going to do with you?" he asked. "Only because you're in training, I will cut you some slack." He came in my room and unhooked my spreader bar and my collar. He backed out towards the door, and unhooked my gag, then went out and slammed the door. As I backed off the pipe, the rest of the sludge from the tank poured out over my face and body, amd onto the floor of my room.