A Slave in a Foreign Country

 

Tyler is still trying to get used to being used as a toilet.

Tyler had come out here to Heroguam, a small country in Europe, to live with his uncle and go to college. During his first week he found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, with a girl he’d just met, and ended up being blamed for a double homicide. He was pushed quickly through the foreign justice system and was convicted without an actual trial. His punishment was decided by a tribunal, which gave poor Tyler a 60-year minimum term of enslavement.

When the guards released him into his Uncle Max’s custody, who apparently had bought him, Tyler was relieved. There was no way his uncle was going to do anything to him. He was wrong.

His uncle wasted no time putting Tyler in his new place. The microchip that had been injected behind Tyler’s ear while he was in custody ensured that Tyler obeyed every single command given to him, no matter how much it went against Tyler’s own will.

Three weeks have passed since that very first night of slavedom when he drank his uncle’s piss for the first time and found himself fucking his ass on his uncle’s fat dick. These past three weeks have been hell, but tonight is even worse. For tonight is the local fair and his uncle has signed him up to be one of the human toilets there. It’s not been bad enough that he’s been forced to eat his uncle’s shit and drink his piss these past weeks, no, now his uncle wants him to be every man’s toilet.

So far tonight he has had fifty different men use his mouth as a urinal, and the night isn’t even half-way over. Luckily though he hasn’t had any guys try to use him as a shitter yet. Yet is the key word there though.