His shit continues to fill me up. I can't swallow it all and its running over my face. My belly is bloated and distended from the amount of crap that he has forced down my throat. With my being paralyzed I can't do anything about it. His shit is covering my face, I can't see all I see is shit, it burns my eyes and I shut them but its too late some of the shit is in my eyes.
I can't breathe either, and I can barely hear the sounds of his shitting as the shit that has run over my face is now clogging up my ears. My lungs burn and I beg with a mouthful of shit. I'm scared, so fucking scared. I don't want to die... I don't want to die... I don't want... the pain reaches a crescendo as my oxygen starved lungs go mad. The pain increases... and then BAM like shutting off a light I'm unconscious.
I slowly wake up and find myself laying on the floor of the shower. Most of the shit is gone from my body but I can still taste it in my mouth. The shower is running and I am grateful to be alive. I remember what just happened to be me and I vomit all over the shower. Luckily the water drains the huge pile of vomit and shit (since that is what was mostly in my stomach).
Eventually I get up and stumble out of the bathroom. Zac is grinning at me. Gone was any desire I had to serve the nasty little devil. Whatever crazy skill or magic he had must have been temporary.
"I got it all on camera my little toilet. You might be asking - why bother when I can completely enslave you with a thought?"
I had to admit I was somewhat curious - I had thought it was just so he could torture me with public humiliation.
"Sadly my power isn't absolute. I can't just enslave someone for life, each time I use it, you build up a bit of resistance to it. Which really sucks. But that's why I captured video evidence. You will be my slave and my toilet or I am going to show EVERYONE this video. I'll upload it to FaceBook and YouTube and send it to all of our family and friends. You were freaking begging for my shit in the video. Do you realize your life will be over? Everyone will hate you and think you are a disgusting perv. Hell you probably will never be able to get a job unless you got plastic surgery to hide your appearance!"
After his long monologue he paused as the reality of the blackmail power he had over me sank in. He was right. I was screwed.
"So here is your choice. You can get down on your knees. Kiss my feet and suck my cock and prove to me you will be my faggot slave and toilet, or I can show this to everyone. Choose bitch."
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