The Dwelling The Bathroom & Sewer Room

Author: jasfrmn12
Title: The Dwelling: The Bathroom & Sewer Room
Date: 13 July 2010

The Dwelling is a multistory residence including the few top stories of a Corporate building whose industry is the sadistic pleasure of powerful men across the world. To satisfy their wealthy clientele stables of young men are routinely bred and kidnapped for their purposes. Within this sound and escape proof complex control of the slave stock is enforced by various Bosses contracted by the owners and clients of The Dwelling. This story focuses on the Bathrooms at The Dwelling.

“Here we have the bathroom facilities on this floor. You’ll find one set per floor in the same part of the floor” Boss Richard explained as he showed The Dwelling’s newest Boss through the expansive and lavish surroundings. Pushing in the thick mahogany door the two strapping men stepped into the lavish bathroom. Boss Will was dumbstruck at the sight he saw before him. Expanding across a polished Marble Floor stood a wall of stalls but much more interesting were the urinals. Most at first glance appeared normal however a few turned out to be immobilized slave boys, two to be exact. Seemingly paralyzed each slave boy was kneeled hands behind it’s legs with a polished brass pipe inserted into his boi cunt, the pipe also attached to a taste full brass cock cage, clearly to drain them of their waste. Boss Max could see signs of breathing but other than that the beautiful boys seemed unable to even turn their pretty heads no less close their mouths that seemed stuck in a cock sucker 0, perhaps it was just good training. As Boss Richard walked up to the farthest Toilet Boy and unzipped his fly Boss Max thought it be polite to do the same. Upon closer inspection each boy was quite a sight, well muscled swimmer bodied boys without a blemish on their chizzled bodies or delicate faces minus of course the black tattoos across their for foreheads reading “Toilet Faggot” as well as the Slave ID Number on their right pec.
As both men unleashed their snakes and prepared to aim down their slave gullets Boss Max notices the slaves swollen cock sucker lips as well as the fact that they still didn’t even flinch just look back at them with their pathetic sorrowful eyes. Sensing Boss Max’s perplexity Boss Richard unleashed a river into the boys mouth and casually explained that the boys were routinely injected with a paralytic that kept them in the right spot. A liquid diet and steroids were fed routinely and their waste was sent to the “Sewer Processing section of the Bathroom”. As the men finished their business Boss Max notice that the boy’s mouth still filled with piss, even more so a blue urinal cake was suddenly floating in the pool of piss. Looking over Boss Richard explained that they “are trained to close up part was for a pool to form, just like a urinal. They’ll hold it there until signaled. It’s fun watch” as he pinched down on his urinal’s nose while a mouthful of stale piss swirled in his faggot mouth. Unmoving the faggot seemed to be suffocating, not that any Man in the room or the Dwelling cared. Finally when the faggot seemed to be turning a little too blue Boss Richard let go, a swift kick to the slave’s chastity belt seemed to trigger the flush, cake and all. As Boss Alex did the same for his bitch Boss Richard noted “oh yeah, the cakes are stuck on the roof of their mouths, it drops off once the piss gets high enough. Don’t want a client being offended by a cunt’s piss breath. They store a faggot somewhere in here to refill once the room’s empty. Some compartment in the floor I think. Come on I’ll show you the Sewer Room.
Walking what had always looked like normal urinals Boss Max now noticed that each had a round window at head level. Before he could investigate, Boss Richard walked past the last urinal to a door and motioned for his subordinate to follow. Inside was a sight Boss Max had never expected to see. Inside was a cold cellar looking room with machinery loudly spewing out steam and heat. Along the wall each round window appeared just as before indicating a urinal on the opposite side. But what set both bosses off was under each window, within view from any man looking through was a well bound faggot boy. Each hooded with their eyes covered and mouths seemingly welded to a pipe jutting from each urinal. From a urinal that seemed to have just used by someone a forced sucking sound could be heard as the faggot struggled to swallow the piss and water just flushed into his body. Each boy was laid on his stomach where his muscles arms were bound inhumanely making any movement impossible. Boss Max marveled at how each muscles boy’s ass was raised just slightly with legs spread nicely. He suspected the position was meant to be both erotic as well as functional as it allowed another pipe from the ceiling to trail down into their tight boy cunts.
“We keep this stock on sewage duty, they take all the piss from the rooms and the water used to flush and process it to these flesh sacs if you will. The pipes from their boy cunts are the rain water collected in the building or the water used to cool the guest’s rooms. This way it drains through their bladders down into a tank to water the rest of the stables. These boys are good for storing between shifts and as proper sewage tanks. Many clients value this process for slaves to be sold for water sports.” While each slave was nicely muscles no doubt from the strenuous workouts prior to their installment and the protein-steroid treatment every slave was on Boss Max also noted how some had quite bloated bellies after a few frequent flushes. One man even seemed to give a few extra “courtesy flushes” watching his faggot bloat more and more with each flush. “We do need to sometimes monitor for the occasional, over zealous flusher if you will, or any clogged pipes.” Boss Richard said as he patted the muscled ass of that now bloated Sewer Boy.
“How do you know when they get too full?” asked Boss Max.
“I’d imagine they’d explode” replied Boss Richard. “Not that I worry, it’s their problem really” he added as if as a second thought. With that the tour ended and both Bosses left the Bathroom. On their way out Boss Max noticed the man was still there flushing and laughing away, he thought about it for a second, but figure the client would know when to stop, maybe.

Please feel free to add comments, suggestions, or orders. I am a lowly faggot slave whose only function is to entertain Real Men, and who truly wishes establishments such as this could be used to put maggots like myself to good use. Comments are encouraged as well as private messages.

-Slave Jason