There was nothing but a haze of misery and pain inhabiting an exhausted mind and worn body. Cyber had no clue what time it was, or how much he had slept, if at all. The young wolf cub’s nethers still burned from the capsaicin resting in his bladder, though the searing diminished over time, either by acclimation or sheer overloading of his nerves. While it was better than before, it was still an agony that made him squirm when he was aware again, wincing through a permanent grimace while he whimpered atop his soiled sheets. His own pelt was in no better shape than his stained bed, matted from sweat and cum, the previous full-day rape of the cub leaving its mark both internal and external. 

Perhaps it was fate he chose this moment to be lucid in the overnight waking nightmare, for as the red-twinged wolf boy took measure of his surroundings and the screaming signals his body sent, the door to his room opened. More of a cell, and a cramped one at that. No windows, no furniture besides a simple bed-cot, and made up of oppressive concrete. The one item decorating the space was a television sealed in a clear case, still playing the recording of his time in the pillory as countless people used him from both ends.

He didn’t want to open his eyes, to see the bull he knew just walked in. And yet he almost cursed himself at the same time, for cowering in his bed, avoiding reality. He should be timing how long the door takes to close, to see if he can slip past his ‘counselor’. Instead he was huddled on shit, piss, and vomit covered sheets, pretending everything was alright.

Meanwhile Dan knew it wasn’t, and the burly bovine man happily grinned down at the cub doing his best to not acknowledge his presence. “Hey, 34. Time to wake up.”

Cyber sniffled, he couldn’t do anything else when his face still ran with dried snot and tears from the agonizing lava still ravaging his urethra. But in a burst of desperation from his previous moment of self-loathing, he put up a stand. “N-Not pissing on me this time?” Spoke the wolf in a satirical question, hate laced into the words. 

“That depends on your attitude, bitch.” Dan said smugly, crossing his arms. He wore freshly ironed clothes, a button down shirt tucked into simple slacks. Far too normal of a professional uniform compared to his job of traumatizing children. “But I’ll lay it out for you. As I said, I don’t lie, or keep you in the dark.” A sinister chuckle came from the sadistic bull. “You can trust me.” Before the shivering boy on the bed could respond, the bull changed the television screen, fading to black. 

He then stood in front of it, eyeing the cub right in the face. “This will be the first of your ‘normal’ mornings for your time here. You know what we’re here to do now, and you’ve gotten your branding. From here on out, your morning routine will now be the same as the rest of the little kiddos running around. You’ll get a rundown of your job for that day, then you’ll hit the showers, and then it's the cafeteria. Afterwards, you report to me, and I’ll take you to your posting.”

The burly adult grinned harder in a way that made Cyber shrink in his fetal position by a few scant inches. His voice boomed even with the relatively calm tone he spoke with, thanks to the small concrete room. “But. Before we get into all that nice stuff, time to have a bit of fun. So, I bet your dick is still killing you, yeah?”

The boy paused for a moment, preparing for a trap of some kind. But none came, and so he sheepishly nodded, avoiding eye contact. Less to hide an angry glare, but more so to hide the fact his glare wavered with pain.

Dan snorted bemusedly. “Good. Now, let me introduce you to a new friend.” As the sound of the bull’s pocket rustling sounded in the small space, the boy braced. But again, nothing came. The man laughed heartily. “Damn, didn’t think just one night of capsaicin would turn you into such a pussy. Well, you can talk some shit, but look how fast your tune changes with one day of raping. Honestly, you are the first of my cubs that cried that much. Thanks for that by the way, little shits like you sobbing their eyes out really gets me going. Yesterday was great.”

Cyber wanted to crawl under his bed and disappear, but he also wanted nothing more than to just jump up right there and scream into Dan’s face. He almost did, acting on brash emotion, but the stinging fire coursing up his urethra just after barely moving his hips returned him to the awful reality. He kept his motion to hide his surrender, moving face up so he could give the bull a cautious look of what he held. The red-twinged boy had to blink in the mundaneness of it.

The big burly bull that whipped the boy mercilessly, then shit down his throat, broke his ass open, and took him to be raped by half the people in the building, stood there holding a simple carton of milk. It took the sleep-deprived wolf a moment to process that the man held the cure to his aching nethers. There was suddenly a touch more alertness in the boy, eyes sharpening as pupils narrowed. Unable to resist the snarl that he spoke with, Cyber gave a quick utterance of “And what do you want me to do for it?”

The little cub wasn’t ready for his skull to slam back into the meager mattress, bouncing up as he processed the slap now burning his cheek. Dan’s voice was calm. “Come on kid, speak when spoken to. Last verbal explanation, full on punches here on out. I’m trying to be nice.” When the cub remained silent with a glare and a terse rub to his red cheek, the bull nodded. “So, you’re catching on quick. Good to see your brain still works after getting it fucked out yesterday.”

Tossing the milk from hand to hand, the burly bull casually stood before the cot, speaking with a candid air. “That’s good though, the faster you learn the game, the better you can play it. I have here a carton of fresh, bonafide milk. Actual breastmilk, not the ‘nut-milk’ you get in the cafeteria.”

Though Cyber’s mouth took an even harsher downward turn at the mention of cartoned cum being on the menu, it was unfortunately better than piss. He raised his brows, an unspoken request he didn’t realize he made consciously. Dan smiled and gave a simple nod of affirmation. Cyber made a fist and swore internally for unintentionally following the rules so well. “I’m surprised we get any milk, even if it’s cum.”

Dan chuckled. “Well, the lucky ones do. There’s only ten cartons per meal. And with about 30-40 kids wanting to avoid the alternative, it goes fast.”

“Oh god, y-you don’t actually give the rest p-piss d-do you?” Cyber spoke fearfully, unable to contain the nightmarish prediction.

Dan only gave a small chuckle. “Nah, it’s just water. Enough stalling though. I have milk. You have a burning dick. If you’re a good little bitch-boy, I’ll pump it up your little bladder, and ease your suffering.” The bull paused, watching Cyber open his mouth, then close it as he realized the man wasn’t done, and was just waiting for the wolf to trip up. Youthful canines clacked as Cyber’s jaw snapped shut and a smug look graced his features for a second.

The big man didn’t waver in his casual smile. “I want you to get on your knees, lick my balls like their sweat is the fucking fountain of youth, then give me the most tender, worshipful blowjob I’ve ever had. Only after you’ve shown my dick the care it deserves from dumb little cubs like you, will your pain be eased.”

The silence was audible, Dan able to watch various stages of reasoning and acceptance flow through the cub’s body. What was unfiltered, sheer anger at first switched to desperate bargaining to rationalize the method to ease his pain; and ended with the wilted ears and sad look of the understanding of what he was being made to do, and that he would do it. But as Dan knew and planned on, a tired, agonized mind usually followed the path of least resistance. Despite his shit talk, the bull knew the battle for the boy’s obedience was far from over.

It was a delicate thing, breaking children. For in this case, they couldn’t be shattered, merely hammered into a more malleable shape. You had to heat the metal, get it weak and pliant, before truly molding its new form. And Dan knew the best way to do this took time, effort. He worked upon trust, as once the cub had complete trust in Dan, his work was done. This was not the trust of a father, or a friend. It was the trust that Dan could hurt them. That there were no threats, only promises. Make them feel the weight of every action not to his liking. 

That was the goal, and such trust required a two way street. He promised a reward, Cyber needed to realize that the reward was fully feasible. All it took was submitting. He could see the doubt in the cub’s baggy, exhausted eyes, the unsureness of whether the bull would keep the bargain. And so, Dan liked to start off with a gesture of good faith. As long as the boy put some ounce of genuine effort into worshiping his cock, he would get the milk. The first one is always free after all.

It was still for a moment, neither moving as the boy processed the demand and the bull sneered. Conflict was already evident on the wolf’s face, anger and resentment easily rising to the surface of his emotions. But there was also sickened contemplation, desperation. Cyber was fatigued, humiliated, and in pain. It seemed since the moment his counselor dropped his pants two nights ago, the kid was always on the defensive.

The wolf realized the brutish man was good at his job, assaulting him so constantly that there was never a moment to just say no, the cub never reaching a state where he felt okay enough to welcome more punishment. It was all he could do just to lessen everything, an inner rationalization of doing what he had to do to survive. But if that’s all he’s been doing after just two nights, his thoughts darkened.

But even the distraught boy was able to somewhat push down those thoughts of the future. A future he shouldn’t contemplate if he was to survive today. There would be a day, a chance to make all this worth it. He just had to be strong, mentally if not physically. In the same way he despaired over his state after only two nights, he had that glimmer of hope stemming from knowing only two nights had passed. It might take a month of suffering, but surely there would be an opportunity.

Cyber shifted atop the bed, rising to his elbows, then pushing up to bring his knees to his chest. He pondered on acting more willing just to get more brownie points, but his youthfully stubborn dignity could only take so many hits. 

“Fine.” He spat, making sure there was venom laced into the words as he looked up at the smug bull. The cub continued to put on the best leer of vehemence he felt he could get away with, so focused on making sure Dan knew the extent of distaste that when the bull dropped his pants and sauntered up to the wolf boy, Cyber was confronted with an unexpected face-full of uncut dick.

Snout scrunching and eyes narrowing, Cyber could already smell it, remembering the wealth of taste-testing of masculinity during his time in the pillory. However, his attempt to pull his face away from the steamy sack was halted by a wide palm that planted to the back of his head.

“That’s weird.” Said the snarky bull, sneering down at the suddenly frozen cub. “I don’t feel you passionately making out with my balls. I guess you don’t want the milk, huh?”

As Cyber’s teeth bared in a fresh scowl, he begrudgingly sighed in a way close to a snarl. But soon his face softened from tight anger to relaxed despair, energy leaving his muscles as he was confronted with yet another atrocity he had to suffer through. This time, very much wishing to just get it over with to end the constant burning plaguing his nethers. So with a last deep breath of fresh air, the cub squeezed his eyes shut and dove his face into the musky junk before him.

Kneeling on the bed with Dan standing up beside it, the large bull had the perfect height difference for the red-tinted wolf to perfectly mash his face into the man’s sack. As the sweaty fur smeared around his muzzle, the boy almost tried to push off of the burly man. But the remembrance of past (and current) pain brought a hesitation, and the strong palm of his skull reminded him that it would be futile anyways. As much as Cyber was sickened by the musky manhood smothering his cheek, wanting to almost retch from the smell and feeling, the cub locked it down with a sad whine.

He hated everything about this moment, and more so hated how much he needed to do it. It was with no positive outlook at all that Cyber dejectedly stuck his tongue out, grimacing and tensing as tastebuds landed on Dan’s swampy balls. Shivering with revulsion, the more sickening aspect was how easily the wolf’s mind flashed back to the first night, and much worse this could be. How much worse it had been. Knowing the order given, and knowing it was in the current best interest in survival, the boy set out to reluctantly polish the bull’s heavy sack.

Barely bearing the awful flavor, doing his best to block it out, short laps turned to long licks as the cub sped through it. Striving to get it over with, there was new energy in his slurps, a sadness in his face under the disgust and anger. And yet the boy almost gave the impression that his licks were eager with how fast and frequent they were. 

Dan only gave an encouraging rub to the hand holding Cyber’s skull to his junk. “Atta boy, 34. Suck that ball sweat down.” With a slight groan and tilting his smug bovine visage up to the ceiling in delight, the bull enjoyed the feeling of a cub unwillingly washing him. “Don’t forget the backside.” He said simply, but powerfully, watching Cyber’s eyes flash up to him in anger above the red shame on his face as his little tongue slid over a large furry ball. Dan smiled down to the reluctantly-slurping wolf boy. “Oh yeah, keep that pout. I love seeing grumpy kids worshiping my nuts.”

That only made Cyber’s brows furrow more as he paused, face slightly twisting when reaching a particularly ‘rich’ patch of matted ball-fur. But it raised once more the aspect of the boy being unable to win. Even though he pouted, made sure that despite his eagerness to finish this task and get the much-needed relief from a seared urethra, Dan was still getting the utmost enjoyment. He made it clear that he liked it when his cubs didn’t like it, but to counter that Cyber would be losing in the clearest way. He would give a clear “fuck off” if his lips weren’t pressed to damp testes, but even then he knew Dan could make this instantly worse.

For once, Cyber had to thank the bull, the hand on the wolf’s head loosening to tap his hair. “Okay, that’s enough. Balls are clean, time to suck dick.” Just as the forceful palm behind Cyber guided his muzzle up to the thick uncut mast, Dan made sure to rub salt into the wound. “Congrats, 34. That’s the quickest anyone’s gotten through a ball-wash with me, most cubs need a lot longer to get used to the ‘strong’ flavor. You’re a natural at it. As a reward, I’ll be using your mouth as a cleaner a lot more.”

The bull’s smirk grew sharp, teeth glinting as the trap was laid, set, and sprung. Cyber opened his mouth to say something, to refute being a born nut-licker, but he never had the chance as Dan’s cock suddenly choked him. With Cyber suddenly finding a penis lodged right in his throat in the blink of an eye, gagging was inevitable, air unable to be drawn to his lungs. If he could process this turn of events in any way besides panic, he would have been made increasingly upset at Dan’s comment of “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full.”

But then the same burly hand that shoved him down, let up. The red-tinted wolf boy yanked back as far as he could, coughing and sputtering as the tip of Dan’s meat remained past his lips. Taking a moment to breath, the boy was still trying to get past the initial shock when Dan’s hand shoved him down again, deeper. Enough that there was the tell-tale bulge on the cub’s neck of an age-difference throatfuck. “Don’t fight it, slut. This is what your throat is made for. Well, besides getting shit pumped down it, anyways.”

This repeated a few times, Cyber being forced right into the deep end with a fast pace and tonsil-scrubbing depth. But as the oral motions looped for the tenth time, his mind had caught up, and he was not happy about it. But he let his head be moved, knowing there was light at the end of the tunnel, an ease to the burning still lingering just inside his perception. The bull added another remark that made him want to exit reality, “Mmh, I’m just sliding right in. Are you sure you were a virgin?” Yet Cyber couldn’t truly blank out, the motion too fast, knocking his brain around, forcing him to be totally conscious of every detail of taste and sensation of his throat getting stretched open again. It still felt sore from the day before, fresh aches flaring up as the abused passage once more was assaulted. 

Then Dan came, catching Cyber nearly by surprise. He wouldn’t know the tells, but that seemed quicker than expected. The contemplation only arose after the boy chugged the thick seed to prevent drowning in it, the salty taste going down better than some of the other things crammed down his neck within the last two days. It was during that sickeningly long wait for the bull’s freshly spit-shined balls to drain where Cyber realized he hadn’t really fought back. Not that he meant to, considering the pain he wished to end, but it was worse than that. It was the conscious knowledge that hadn’t just had something done to him. 

He had done something to Dan, for Dan. The hand on his head had slowly shifted to guiding him, rather than forcing him. He technically could have stopped the horrid blowjob midway. Instead, he bounced his throat on the gross rod. Brought the monster that raped him to climax. Then just swallowed every drop of his cum. The wolf was freshly perturbed as Dan tugged his member out of the cub’s worn throat, Cyber still processing fully his actions as a carton of milk was tossed into the boy’s hands.

Nearly fumbling it, unexpecting the catch, Cyber looked down at the carton. Once a normal item, now it meant so much more. Then his eyes shifted to the bull, cock softening and dripping to the concrete floor. He got it. Cyber got the milk. And so spiraled the inner turmoil further. For this was his reward. His reward for doing a good job. A good job of sucking rapist asshole dick. Had he just done that? For nothing more than a typical carton of milk? Blinking, the boy had to break out of this train of thought, stopping it manually before it jeopardized his fortitude. He wouldn’t give up his hope of escape, but the possibility of treacherous compromises had just fucked his throat raw. Instead of wallowing, he at least pat himself on the back for surviving a bladder of capsaicin, the ever present agony soon to subside.

But Dan’s smirk somehow told Cyber that he wasn’t out of it yet. Which was only confirmed once the bull pulled a funnel out. “Now spread your legs.”

-

Sitting on the cold concrete floor, Cyber had to wonder if the cure was better than the sickness. While the burning that had been agonizing his nethers for the entire night had faded, it came with the unimaginable discomfort a catheter brought. Still, as the cub finally relaxed completely for the first time since he passed out, not having the searing bladder was a welcome relief. It almost felt like he could think once more.

Most relieving of all, was Dan’s lack of raping him again. The bull simply stood there, obviously waiting to see what effect the milk had. Still flashing his sadistic smile, the red-highlighted wolf couldn’t pin down his counselor’s thoughts. He knew there was likely the plans to torture him floating around the bull’s brain, but there was no current malice. And that honestly scared him more than he realized. Whatever the bull was up to, Cyber couldn’t tell, and that was trouble.

“So!” Boomed the bulky man’s voice, startling the cub as the loud tone rang through the enclosed space. “Ready for your first real day?”

Peering up at the adult with a glare, the young boy didn’t even spare a grunt to the bull.

Dan’s face sank in a sarcastic pout. “Aww, kiddo. You’re not going to get all stuck up and uncooperative after I just helped, are you? All that silent gruffness is doing, is making me think twice about offering you anything nice ever again. So. You seem like a smart boy, 34. And smart boy’s are obedient sluts, while bad boys get their throats turned into a cockwarmer. Or worse. So I’ll ask again: are you ready for your first day?” A sneer had appeared by the end of the man’s words, only bringing that feeling of rising anger inside Cyber.

But the wolf let out a breath, quietly adding “Yes.” As much as he hated it, every single breakout-movie plotline he knew involved sucking the cock of the people lording over you, and not figuratively. While a ten year old boy isn’t nearly as smart as he thought himself to be, being able to finally live without his dick on fire made him think twice about immediately slapping the hand that feeds him. Didn’t stop the angry huff he let out though.

“Yes…?” Dan added, his smugness almost blinding.

Clenching his fist and jaws, the boy struggled to push his pride down. This was all short term, short term, short term, Cyber repeated in his mind. “Yes, sir.”

“Atta boy.” Said the bull, clapping his hands together before messing with his io-band. The smartwatch-like device made a beep before the television in the room returned to life. “Every morning, you get a little video to start your day. It’s not exactly comprehensive training, but it explains the general job and what is expected of you.” 

As the man settled back against the far wall, Cyber looked up to the screen with unease. The black screen slowly faded into color, an overly graphic intro of a production company playing. Then it became much simpler, text on blank background as a long and cheesy synth note played. 

“Your job today is:” Filled the screen as it expanded to fit, a dumb whooshing noise joining its scaling. Then the last part of the text faded in a few moments after the main label went static, an unfitting soundbite of cheering children playing. “Living Toilet!” With those words clearly visible, Cyber froze from his spot on the floor, having refused to sit in his beyond-soiled bed. It seemed that point might be moot now. For a moment, the cub wished he had been a lot meaner to Dan just minutes ago. But that moment passed, fear replacing it. Then disgust, then anger, then every spectrum of horrified dread.

Consumed by his own mind suddenly collapsing upon itself and rampantly anxious thoughts, the cub almost missed the star-fade transition as upbeat cheesy music started to play as the camera focused on a newly revealed naked rodent boy, seemingly just a bit older than Cyber himself. Cyber realized that the rodent only wore the typical heavy steel collar of UUP utilities, with a big brand of ‘WC’ prominent on the boy’s chest. The nude mouse leaned a little too casually against the tell-tale plain tile of a public restroom, the camera panning back to show the whole space. Pushing off, the boy had a bright smile and a voice with far too much enthusiasm. 

“Well hi there! I’m UUP-Full-Service-Toilet 1443850. But all my users just call me Basin! Now, word on the street is that you’re going to be serving as a toilet today! Well, here’s a crash course of everything you need to know to be a clean, effective, and comfortable toilet!” Excitedly jabbing his thumb back at himself, the rodent stood proud. “It’s a lot of fun being a toilet, and it’s a very rewarding experience! I’ve been a toilet since I was three years old, so take it from me!”

Basin had been walking forwards as he spoke, nearing the camera as it rotated over to show one of the many stalls, this one’s door open. Inside was a fairly standard living toilet, Cyber now keenly aware of its squirming shape in the steel restraints. This one lacked a toilet’s usual latex suit. While residential ones like Cyber’s mostly just had latex hoods to prevent over-association, public ones were fully sealed to allow easy clean up. 

As the mouse stepped into frame, there was a less than believable transition of the stalls vanishing. It was quite clearly a splice to a different scene where they were in a proper set, better lighting, and a much more open area. But with the space cleared out and everything more visible, the toilet was a bit more visible as the rodent boy went to pat the restrained cub’s head. “This is my brother, he’s a year younger than me. We got sold to the UUP after our mom went back to college!”

There was a moment of relative silence in the video as the cheesy upbeat music played while the camera panned around the squirming, smaller rodent. He was strapped up in the typical commercial toilet restraints, which were industrially minimal. Essentially two bars, one short one horizontally on the ground, and one long one rising vertically. But the vertical bar was at an angle, a diagonal slant towards the wall. While the bar on the ground was used to secure the cub’s ankles, the vertical one served as a backrest, the kneeling rodent’s back strapped to it and adopting the slant as his own posture.

The simplicity of the metal rod serving as the primary frame of the boy’s restraint was that a simple clip ring was all any piece of gear needed to be compatible. As such, while the rat lacked the typical rubber suit, there was still the standard issue arm-binder, mitts, limb cuffs, with a heavy posture collar locked to the pole and forcing the cub’s head to remain still and flat against the bar. The final accouterment was the large ring-gag set into the whimpering boy’s jaws, the metal deep and held firm to his molars by the thick straps around his muzzle.

Cyber had his stomach sink, seeing such things with new light upon his first night in this hellhole. And the toilets on the screen reminded him too much of his own utility at home. Worse, it reminded him that he was looking at this fate in his future. That striking cold went deep, freezing him as if he just discovered his own mortality. In a way, he did, coming to terms that something he never imagined happening to him was just around the corner. 

The young wolf barely registered the voices from the screen, sunk into a sudden depression, passively absorbing the video for lack of being able to muster the will for anything else. “My brother will be the toilet for today’s demonstrations, and will be referred to as ‘toilet’ for the remainder of the video! Aren’t nicknames fun!? Now, the first thing a new toilet should get familiar with is their position! Unfortunately, no toilet is exactly the same. So we can’t really cover every aspect, but hopefully you get the idea from the toilet shown here.” As the taller rodent waved at the restrained sibling, it let out a sad whine.

Basin began pointing at certain parts of his brother’s body, first the miserable, ring-gagged face. “The head is one of the most important parts, since that’s what people mostly use to relieve themselves. This current setup, the standard UUP frame, is designed to have the head placed optimally for both a toilet seat, and urinal. Most places use the catheter and additional basin configuration to serve as the urinal with a connection to the toilet’s bladder, but this way users can sit on the toilet’s face or walk up and pee into its mouth.”

The casual statement was punctuated by another choked whimper from the toilet, as Basin moved to point to the heavy arm-binder while keeping his smile flashed at the camera. “All the other fun stuff like the belts and binds, are to make sure you won’t slip out of the position your owners put you in, and to avoid any incidents that might arise from a non-immobilized toilet. It’s good being restrained, it makes you safe and secure!”

Standing back tall and proud, the grinning nude rodent boy put his hands on his hips with a bright look. “That’s about it! There’s more complicated setups out there, but that will be up to your installation technician to inform you about. But hey! Most of the time they won’t have to, since you don’t need to know much about the gear to be put into it! Neat, huh? All you have to worry about is relieving those using you!”

A silly synth riff played before the boy spoke again. “Speaking of, let’s move onto the main event. How to be a toilet! There’s no one right way to be a toilet, but here’s a handy acronym! Whenever I’m confronted with a big worrisome butt about to use my face, I just remember P.E.N.I.S! Pucker the lips, Envelop the rim, No spills, Ingest, Sweep around! The most important thing is to keep swallowing. You wouldn’t believe how many toilets we lose just because they get backed up too easily.” 

The young rat jerked his thumb back at his chest, puffing it out. “Take it from me, the best toilet. You want to do good and not break down? Just swallow. Easy, right!? Course, there’s more to it than that, but just always remember that advice. So:” He paused as a man walked into the frame, a fairly average canine man standing beside the suddenly small Basin. The toilet looked even smaller with an adult on screen. Waving at the labrador who was just as naked as he was, Basin introduced him. “This is Riley, he’ll be using the toilet today as part of our demonstration.”

Flashing a smile like the boy’s, but far more dominant, the adult clapped the rat on the back heartily, making the cub nearly fall forward. “Thanks for the opportunity to use your toilet-brother! I’ve got a big load cooking up that’s eager to get into his stomach. We’ll show whatever fresh utility’s watching how it’s done! Isn’t that right?” Asked the big dog, staring right at the camera like expecting a response to come through. That pseudo audience reach-out reminder Cyber of his own existence, once more plummeting after the numbing distance the video gave.

The video didn’t wait for the wolf cub to get over his emotions, Riley speaking with that boisterously happy voice, while a lurking tone of knowing exactly what he was doing came through the speakers. A quick step brought the naked man to the kneeling-and-leaning-back toilet locked to the frame, slight jostles and clinks coming as the younger rodent began to make shuddering sobs, trying to shake his head despite the posture collar preventing it.

It was with sinking, sickening awareness that Cyber watched the screen, the words striking into his mind despite his efforts to block all of this out. Morbid horror grew under his skin as the cheesy instructional video set up to take a turn for the worse. On the screen, the big labrador pat the toilet’s shoulder as it tried to beg while a ring held its jaws open, tears visibly running down the little rodent’s face despite the aging quality of the video. It had to be some ancient resolution the cub strained to see, like 1080p or something. Yet as much as Cyber would love to focus on analyzing the resolution, the events on screen viciously stole his attention.

With the adult now standing beside the restrained toilet and the chipper brother, he flashed a smile not unlike Dan’s to the camera. “Let’s not waste any more time and give all you new toilets an up-close example of your job. Like most people you’ll be seeing from now on, I have a big load of poop cooking up. So where do I shit it out?” Riley asked with an exaggerated posture of confusion, another awkward silence following filled with only the frightened sounds of the toilet.

“That’s right!” Riley said suddenly, as a small jump occurred. It seemed like the video was originally made to pause, perhaps with an external questionnaire that was removed by the time it reached the Hostel. Yet again, Cyber wasn’t in a place to realize this, instead focusing far too much on the next sentence spoken by the mature dog. “A toilet’s mouth! The throat is a robust and flexible sewage transport mechanism, and it provides the best access to your septic-tank-slash-stomach! There are other methods, but if you’re being shown this, you’re gonna be in a similar place like this happy toilet here.”

Cyber could tell the squirming rat boy wasn’t happy, seeing far too much of his own struggles in the poor thing. Riley then turned a bit, reaching back to spread his manly cheeks. The wolf cub watching the screen in petrified mortification couldn’t help but flashback to when Dan gave him the same sight on the first night. “See that?” Spoke the free-standing rodent, the one actually smiling and energetic in a place where he shouldn’t.

“That’s a good old fashioned tailhole, you’re gonna be seeing a lot of them!” Cheerily said the boy while pointing at the man’s behind, the barest hint of the glistening pink hole shining through the full cheeks. The camera took a dolly trip up close, granting a full-screen view of the dog’s spread cheeks, before moving to take a profile shot of the restrained toilet.

Riley’s voice returned to be the dominant sound, everything the television put out slightly echoing in the small concrete room Cyber sat in. “Now, we’re going to mount the seat like this…” Spoke the canine, swinging a leg easily over the leaning-back form of the restrained rodent cub. With the man’s own feet planted right beside the toilet’s, the struggling rat was forced to look right at the adult’s butt.

The camera’s position at the side made viewing this event far too easy, the dog’s ass descending as he slowly shifted to a crouch. Each cheek was just about the size of the preteen toilet’s head, quivering with terrified eyes as a shadow loomed over the boy’s miserable features. Then it was gone, face completely smothered by the older man’s rear, skull sinking into the crevice as Riley sat on the cub’s face. A fresh “MMMPH” emanated from the enveloped muzzle while the dog merely grunted casually as he relaxed a bit.

The camera moved close then, filling the screen with the ass-covered face as the muffled cries grew louder. “After getting seated, we’re going to make sure that the toilet’s mouth is centered on Riley’s anus.” One of Riley’s big hands reached back to dig into his behind, pulling a cheek back as he turned and lifted his hips a bit. The toilet’s face was revealed again, as well as its wails, short fur already pressed down and slick with ass-sweat. The camera lingered for a moment as the presented pink pucker hovered just over the forced-open mouth, winking gently as the toilet’s hot breath billowed onto it.

Then the cries went dim again as the soft rear came back down, the boy’s face disappearing again. “And that’s everything for my part, the rest is up to the toilet. Remember P.E.N.I.S! Pucker your lips, then use them to Envelop my rim. No better ways to prevent spills than a nice deep kiss! Now let’s move- ngh- onto the Ingestion part.” Even with a layer of heavy ass over the toilet’s face, Cyber could hear the cries shift to choked gags as the dog leaned back with a groaning sigh. Sitting on the floor in both the dread of what was to come, and the terror of having experienced it before, the wolf cub forced his eyes shut.

Being spared the sight was not helpful though, as there wasn’t much visible indication on what was happening anyways. The squirming limbs of the toilet, and its neck pulsing with frantic and overloaded gulps were about it. But the sound conveyed everything, and it filled the space. Even more so once Dan saw the wolf’s eyes close, raising the volume of the slick, noisy hacks of a cub getting force-fed an adult load of shit.

Worse, the training part of the training video continued, primarily through sound as well. The toilet’s brother spoke up again, speaking with the same overplayed enthusiasm. “Wow, you’re really dumping a lot in him! See his neck bulge out? That brings us to the next point, of not just swallowing, but swallowing whole. You’re not going to have the time to chew most of the time, so be ready! Honestly, you shouldn’t even be swallowing in the traditional sense! It’s like getting throatfucked, you want to keep your throat relaxed and loose, just let all those logs slide right on down! Most adults are going to be depositing loads that aren’t easy to keep up with, so to prevent backflow or hazards, you need to learn how to get your throat open and ready for any kind of bowel movement!”

Cyber shuddered, tucking his knees in as the contradictingly casual cub continued educating on how to eat shit as his brother hacked and gagged on the foul substance being shoved right into his mouth. The noises permeated every defensive wall the boy put up, Cyber trying to block the video out now that it reached the peak of disgust. “And remember, once they’re done depositing, be sure to lick your users clean! The last part of P.E.N.I.S; Sweep around with that tongue of yours! Nobody likes a dirty behind after all, and it’s your job to make sure they’re spotless when they stand up! I like to lick in circular motions around the anus before pushing in for interior cleaning, keeping to a shovel-like method to scoop out any leftovers, while…”

The rest of the video was a haze of horridness, fully showing the depravity of the acts while benignly talking about how to best degrade yourself in the role. Even after the screen went dark the wolf heard the wet gurgles, the sick whines, and the disregarding commentary. Only Dan’s chuckle broke the silence. “You good?” He asked the boy curled up on the floor.

That shocked the wolf back to awareness, suddenly perking up and untangling his arms and knees from his chest. Putting back up the show of bravado, Cyber switched to the cross-legged seating before sniffing and wiping his face before glaring at the bull. Dan’s only response was a deepening of his smile. “Good. Now, let’s-”

Cyber tensed, hands balled as he shouted. “I-I’m not going to be your fucking t-toilet again! I won’t go!” Right after the words left his mouth, he quickly rolled under the dingy cot, seeking shelter from the man. Cyber was ready to fight, ready to avoid the future described in the video at any cost. Beatings, pain, whatever, but not being made to be a toilet. After being on the defensive since day one, that first night spent under the bull’s ass was seared into his mind, stomach turning as he remembered the awful taste of the bull’s excrement. Time to draw the line.

But to his shock, Dan didn’t do anything. Didn’t even crouch down to peer at the boy under the bed. All he did was laugh. “Oh man, that’s adorable. Why are you making such a fuss? You screamed a lot more when I raped that virgin ass of yours compared to pumping my shit down your throat. It’s so cute you think you can fight this. But, let this be an important lesson to not cut me off. I was going to say ‘Now, let’s get you a shower and to the cafeteria for breakfast’.”

Then the bull kneeled down to reveal his smug face to the underside of the cot, Cyber blinking in a moment of processing. Dan continued, laying it on. “Unless, of course, you’d rather have shit be the only thing you eat today?”

Cursing, and not just in his head, the wolf remained under the bed for a moment as he contemplated this defeat. It’s not like he lost an opportunity, or squandered a rare chance, but it was just so humiliating to have his outburst be crumpled up and tossed away, while making the boy out to be the wrong one.

“Now.” Came the bull’s powerful voice, barely raised. “You have to the count of three to get your cocksleeve ass out from under that bed.”

Cyber muttered another curse to himself, balling his fists while he grit his teeth.

“One.”

“Shit.” Whispered the boy, absolutely reluctant to follow the man’s command. “Dammit.” Though he wanted to unleash more of his indignantly stubborn words, his mouth failed to act on them as the situation crumbled, fading to a whimper. He was now stuck in the pit of regret from choosing to rebel when the option for it simply wasn’t there. Venting his lungs in an angry whine, Cyber slowly crawled out.

The red haired boy looked up at the burly adult with absolute ire, frustrated dread radiating from his folded ears and tucked tail. Being totally naked still did not help, the boy averting eyes as he stood back up, hands falling over his crotch as a small effort of modesty. An effort dashed as the cub remembered this place’s purpose.

“Good boy.” Dan said, his smug smirk so punchable to the wolf. “Yeah, I see that glare. Just makes you cuter, kid. Gonna clue you in a bit, bub. I love raping the arrogant ones. Nothing better about you scowling at me now than knowing that same mouth is gonna be wrapped around my dick later.” He sighed then, of relaxed calm. He clearly enjoyed his job. “But first things first. Since you interrupted me, and then hid under the bed like a baby, we’re skipping your shower today. You’d be too late anyways with your time hiding. Hell, breakfast started five minutes ago, you’re probably going to have just a few minutes to eat.”

Eyes widening, Cyber felt his middle rumble, realizing he hadn’t actually had anything to eat besides shit and cum since he got here. Setting his teeth and trying to hide the scowl upon the knowledge that Dan enjoys it, Cyber stayed quiet and docile in an attempt to move things along. Which would have worked maybe, if had kept his mouth shut. “Shouldn’t we be going then?” He said with no small tone of snark to cover the weakness of his voice.

Instantly the cub shrank back upon seeing Dan’s smirk flash sharper. “Oh, 34. I thought you learned not to speak without being prompted. No. You could have made it there with a good half hour to eat. Now you’re going to be late, and get the scraps.”

“W-Wha-” Cyber didn’t have time to finish a word before flying back to land on the soiled cot, Dan’s arm pushing him forcefully with no issue.

The bull approached, the cub’s pupils wavering as the shadow spread over him. Dan smiled, his eyes glinting. “Face down, ass up. Seems you need some discipline.” Then he undid his belt, folding it and snapping it taut. Cyber’s face went white as his tail began to shiver, remembering the beating his ass got the first day. It was worse this time.

-

Rubbing the blazing red cheeks, the splotches of bruises adorning the young boy’s backside, Cyber limped behind the bull. With each step bringing a grimace of pain, the wolf was submersed in suffering. His branded soles still ached with any weight on them, his asscheeks and thighs burned from the searing belt-lines adorning them, while his anus itself was seemingly just recovering in the slightest from its full day of use before. 

On the way to the cafeteria, other boys and girls passed from the other direction, each trailed by their own adult. Some were just as miserable looking at the wolf, while others were merely indifferent or apathetic, while a choice few held their counselor’s hands endearingly. The younger ones likely just broke quickly, while the older ones were a perplexing mystery to Cyber. How could someone not hate their counselor? How could a kid not despise every second here?

He got caught staring occasionally, young eyes not exactly able to look away when girls his age walked by just as naked as he was. But with everyone naked besides the adults, his gaze landed on far more boys due to their numbers. And oddly enough, a large portion of the boys had strange cages on their genitals. The actual issue was when those he passed recognized him, either from observing his pathetic display in the pillory, or from hearing his screams from the first night here when he got his ass broken into for the first time. Apparently there was a nickname for him floating around, murmurs sounding as they pointed to the wolf, “It’s Old Yeller,” “Crybaby is out late, huh?” “Ew, that rapebait boy is still here.”

It stung the preteen wolf, having those suffering alongside him tease him like this was any other situation. Once more, his unknowingly sheltered upbringing made him unaware that he was the only virgin sent here. For some, the main punishment this place could deliver was chastity, evident from the colorful cages some of the other cubs wore. Cyber wasn’t completely ignorant of those implements, they did feature in some of his video games and cartoons, but the cages just weren’t something that particularly stuck in his mind. He mostly just found them weird and uncomfortable looking. 

Things didn’t get better when they reached the cafeteria. A few cubs lingered around at the tables much like those in his school’s cafeteria. Of course, the counselors either in the process of fucking them, or being serviced by them, was the main source of unsettled disdain from Cyber as they passed. They walked to the back, where a line for trays was. Except there were no trays, and whatever food was served was clearly put away. 

As Cyber eyed the closed line, Dan walked up to one of the devices, a simple silver metal rectangle with a nozzle. Pulling a plastic drink cup out from a holder beside it, he placed it at the spout and filled it up. It was water, though… something was off. It was cloudy, an off shade, darker. As Dan handed the cup to Cyber, he looked at the liquid with questioning disgust. Then the surface rippled as the bull dropped a pill in it, fizzling and dissolving.

Blinking, the cub flung his gaze up to the tall adult’s, “H-” He started, before forcing his mouth shut as his ass throbbed with reminding stings about the rules. Ears folding with a half-hearted snarl, Cyber bit his tongue.

“Go ahead, 34.” Dan said with that shit-eating grin.

“What did you just put in this! What is it anyways!”

“It’s water, dumbass. And a supplement tablet. Gives you everything your body needs besides calories.”

Cyber glanced at the tainted looking fluid. “Doesn’t look like water.”

Dan tossed a hand at him. “Come on, it’s just water. Fresh from the showers.”

The boy froze as he stared at the cup. “The… showers?”

“Yeah! So much water runs through those, it would be a real waste to just pipe it into sewage. And with growing cubs like you needing good hydration, it’s a win-win!” Said the bull, his enthusiasm showing he knew exactly what he was doing.

Cyber couldn’t look away from the cup, seeing the cloudy, murky water. It was all used shower water, run over people’s bodies already. Contaminated. “W-What about, like… soaps? I c-can’t drink this.”

“Oh relax, pussy. It’s only from the cub showers, and no soaps or hygiene products are allowed for you rascals. You should be thanking us for even filtering out the solid particles honestly. Enough chit-chat though, you need to eat breakfast.”

Once again the young wolf looked around the closed cafeteria, the lack of anything on the line they stood before. “Uh… Eat what?”

Dan’s smile was already so big, Cyber proactively frowned. “Anything you can lick off the floor.”

If Cyber’s stomach could have flipped in his chest cavity, it would.

–

Even to Dan’s standards, it was a pathetic display. Cyber hadn’t made it two steps out of the cafeteria before he broke down into pleading sobs. After those didn’t budge the impending future of being a toilet, childish tactics of refusing to follow the bull came next, the word ‘no’ being repeatedly shouted. After the burly counselor had started dragging the boy towards his designated bathroom by the wrist, the wolf had dug his branded heels into the tiled halls.

Dan got fed up quickly having to often tug the cub into pace, stomping to a stop in the middle of the hall to apply a swift smack to the boy’s face and a few more on his ass. Using the short respite from the wolf’s stubbornness as Cyber hissed and groaned while rubbing his belted and spanked cheeks; Dan swiped the young boy up to toss over his shoulder. Cyber went from struggling to contain his tears and look angry at the same time, to suddenly gasping with an uncharacteristically shrill squeal as he suddenly flew up to be draped over the bovine’s form.

The bull quickly got back on the move, enjoying the few seconds of silence before the cub’s mind caught up. “No!” Came the too-soon response. “NO! NO NO NO! N-No, please! I’m n-not a toilet, y-you can’t make me do this!” Rapid and desperate squirms followed as the small red-tinted wolf tried to break free, Dan only crushing his grip on the naked cub tighter.

With every step taken towards the kid’s upcoming posting, Cyber’s begging slowly descended to shuddering sobs. There was nothing for a tired, tortured mind to latch onto for strength, not even a grasping-at-straws silver lining of mental bracing could be extracted. There was only the reality that he was being marched into the horrendous fate of being a toilet, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Despondent limpness set in quickly after Dan arrived at the location, a bathroom like any other. The only difference was that the toilet was missing. Cyber meekly struggled at first, putting all his weight behind standing his ground, but a ten year old stands no chance to the power of a determined adult. The second the first set of restraints went on, the cub lost hope. Even as the situation deteriorated, the wolf was bent into a position that wasn’t the one shown on the television earlier. 

There was no single, slanted pipe rising from the floor, only a small quarter pipe bolted to the floor. Once the wolf’s ankles were bound, he was crudely shoved to the floor, not even grunting as he fell limply. There was just an oppressive emptiness inside the boy. Before he knew it, his legs were dragged to the shape on the floor, then over it, his ass landing in the round curvature of the quarter pipe. 

Simply moving like he was going about nothing special, Dan whistled a simple tune as he continued to bend the tied up wolf into position. When it was all said and done, Cyber was on his back with his ass in the air, most of his weight falling on his shoulders. His legs were bent down to his face, branded paws on either side of his head, his cheeks and thighs creating a flat, cushy surface.

There was one final click, and Dan was done, much to the cub’s horror. The last addition was a round toilet seat being attached to his upturned rear, sealed with a shout from the boy as a hollow-plug forced past Cyber’s young anus. Left hyperventilating on the floor as he could do nothing but writhe, one final outburst came from the boy. “NO! No no no no! P-Please! I-I’ll do anything! J-Just d-don’t make me a-a toilet!”

Dan leaned over to peer at the cub’s face, Cyber’s head still locked to the floor. “Huh, that’s weird. Toilet’s don’t talk. Oh, right!” Then with the utmost air of smug sadism, the bull pulled a ring gag out of his back pocket to dangle before the boy.

Cyber’s eyes widened. “N-no. No! NO!” Turning his head what little he could, the bull’s thick fingers quickly grabbed his face, fingers pushing in his cheeks to force his jaws open. Then the ring fell in, dully clanging against his teeth before the leather strap went around his muzzle and head. It was clear the bull had a lot of practice setting this up. Where there was once pleads of desperation from the boy, now there was nothing but muffled, screaming sobs.

Dan rolled his eyes. “Wow, you really are a noisy one.” When the crying didn’t falter, Dan glanced down at the pitiful cub. On his back, ass in air, a toilet seat held to his butt with a plug and his mouth open and ready. “Look if you’re gonna fuss this much, I’m going to have to fix that. And you’re already getting a personal tour of how I ‘fix’ things.”

No change in the miserable noises coming from the young wolf, eyes screwed shut, attempting to block out reality. Unfortunately, reality was very much real. It was easily signaled with the sound of a zipper undoing, finally drawing the cub’s eyes open with fear. There standing above him was Dan still, though now with his fly open and soft cock out. One hand to aim, another to hold the pants, Cyber didn’t have time to gasp.

Having waited for that prime moment where the boy finally looked reality in the face, the bovine unleashed a heavy stream of piss right on the wolf’s face. He had an excellent aim, if he wanted to. It landed all over, impacting his snout first, before spreading wider. It loudly splattered to his clenched eyes, rang hollow in the boy’s forced open mouth as he closed his throat off. Once the cub’s jowls were full and he wasn’t swallowing, the bull redirected his sickening warm flow to coat his chest, soaking his fur.

But just as it started, it ended, the side effect of such a voluminous stream. As only dribbles pattered to Cyber’s face as the bull shook off the droplets, he sat with a mouth full of pungent piss. It tasted awful, spreading and corroding his taste buds. But it was better than swallowing, anything but that.

“You’re gonna have to swallow, 34.” Dan said nonchalantly, almost yawning. “Look, I’ve put more kids into this position than I think you realize. Almost all of them do the same thing you’re doing now. I was patient with the first few, but now you annoying shits just get on my nerves. So I’ll count to three, and if you haven’t gulped that piss down, I’m going to have to flush you.”

The fear piled on top of existing dread and compounding horror of the situation. Cyber liked to imagine that he was brave, and strong. Placing himself in so many of his favorite movies or games. But the moment real actions and consequences knocked on his door, the thoughts ground to a frozen, terrified halt.

“One.”

He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Cyber couldn’t give in, admit defeat. He was done losing; bring the pain, the humiliation. They weren’t punishments, but rewards of his continued strife.

“Two.”

There was no happiness here, no comfort, no rescue. If he wanted to be strong, he had to hold his ground. It had been defeat after defeat, over and over in just the few days he’s been here. Enough retreats, enough compromises, this was about planting his feet and changing fate.

“Three.”

Everything was awful. The position bent him in ways he didn’t know he could, the bull’s bladder searing his senses. It was already awful, might as well make it worse in the name of victory.

“God, it’s been so long since I had a real fighter. Thank fuck, this job was almost getting boring.” Dan said, a cruel grin on his bovine snout as Cyber peeked an eye open. Then the bull’s foot moved, and Cyber let out a gurgled scream as the piss held in his jaws bubbled down his throat as his lungs vented. The adult’s foot was firmly planted to the wolf cub’s groin, lingering after a kick as Cyber sputtered in pain around the urine resting above his throat.

“There we go. I’ll let the other counselors know that you’ll need to be ‘flushed’ often.” Dan said with a chuckle before giving the coughing, wheezing cub a little wave and leaving. By the time Cyber got more air into his lungs it was only for the purpose of gasping out the pain of the kick. By the time any semblance of focus returned to him, the cold tile he lay upon had warmed, and the urine in his fur had cooled to ice.

Hoarse breaths sounded in the little room, a cough making appearances at times. He spared a glance around the room as the silence turned deafening. It was just a bathroom. White tile, a sink with a mirror across from him. Even an air dryer with a ‘environmentally conscious’ poster reminding not to waste water or paper towels above it. The boy couldn’t directly remember if he was told, but he picked up the fact that he was working the ‘staff toilet’. Not only would he be a toilet, but one for adults.

The ten year old wasn’t sure he could handle it, nearly choking the last two times the bull had directly used him. Worry, fear, dread, horrible imaginations and worst-case scenarios ran amok through his mind; reinforced by the chill of his wet fur. He shouldn’t be thinking about it, but how could he not? As despicable as it was, it was reality. Just then, any moral dilemmas went out the window as the door opened. 

Unable to crane his head back to look at anything that wasn’t the ceiling, Cyber was forced to endure the sense of impending doom as unknown footsteps approached. Petrified, feeling like he would throw up, every part of him that could succumb to fearful stress felt it. Then a golden retriever leaned over to enter the cub’s ceiling-facing cone of vision.

Cyber didn’t have much experience with other counselors, only one half-passed-out day in a rape-rack. But there was a subconscious understanding that this canine was different from his gruff bovine tormentor. A warm smile, genuine in its delivery, lacking the ear-to-ear joy of Dan’s sadism. The goldie stared down at the cub with calm eyes, a sort of hidden somberness to them, borderline sympathetic.

“Hey.” Said the new man, almost whispering. “You’re… Cyber, right?”

The wolf stared into the canine’s eyes, trying to find reasons to be suspicious. Dan only called him with his real name to slap him when he responded to anything but 34.

An awkward chuckle came with the man rubbing his head. “Well, I guess you can’t say much with that ring gag in anyways. Look, I uh… know it’s rough being assigned to Dan. When I heard you were slated for the staff-toilet today, I wanted to get in pretty early. Not to, you know… use you, but to make sure your first one isn’t a sadist. Dan was boasting at how unprepared you are for this. I want to help.”

Cyber was breathing again, though it was not calm breaths. 

Crouching, the dog got a little closer to the floor-bound boy, empathy in his features. Perhaps it was a part of being a golden retriever. Perhaps Cyber just needed to latch onto any possibility this wasn’t hell. “Now, I know how that sounds, and you’re still not going to like it. But I assure you, this entire thing will be much worse without this. We have as much time as you need, my cub’s pretty self sufficient, and this bathroom only takes one at a time. So…”

With that, the man unzipped his fly, causing the wolf to whimper and try shaking his head. Angled brows of guilt came over the canine’s face. “Hey, it’ll be alright. It’ll be under your control. As despicable as it is, you need practice, and I will give it to you. But under your terms, at your pace. Dan likes to just sit on his charge’s faces and shit down their throat the first night, purposely to breed fear for this day.”

The red-twinged cub jostled in the restraints a bit, eyes now fearful despite the genuineness of the new counselor. The dog kept talking, parting his fly and underwear to reveal a sheath. “I don’t like scaring you guys. I got this job to make sure at least one kid doesn’t have the worst possible time here. I… only have to pee right now, so that’s all the practice you’ll get. But it will still help. So, uh… I’m going to start going in your mouth. But blink twice when you need me to stop so you can swallow.”

A final whisper, “Remember, take your time. One mouthful at a time. No rushing, no pressure. I’ll start slow.” Gripping the fuzzy sheath, the man aimed the burgeoning tip of his cock down to the held-open mouth of the boy. Cyber had his eyes squeezed shut, rapid breaths on the edge of a panic attack puffing out his face. Grunting as he pinched his length to control the flow, a bare trickle of golden urine dripped into the cub’s waiting mouth.

Then immediately stopped as Cyber coughed and sputtered, almost choking. “Woah, okay. Lesson number one, don’t breathe with your mouth. It might be useful to just not breathe while you fill up. So get a deep breath now.”

It wasn’t the deepest the wolf would like thanks to being so distraught, but it’ll do. The flow resumed, the cub’s face twisting at the acrid, bitter flavor. But to the boy’s credit, nothing was spit out. Mostly because the ring-gag prevented the motions of that happening. “Hey, you’re doing good. I’m gonna stop as it fills to your molars, starting with small gulps. Ready?” 

As stated, the bitter dribble stopped, maybe an inch of gold making a puddle in the back of Cyber’s mouth. “Okay, now the hard part. It’s not easy swallowing with your mouth open, but just… imagine you’re at the dentist? Like you hold your mouth open, but you just have to swallow? Do that.”

A guttural gulp followed, the boy tensing, another rattle to his restraints sounding. Face contorting in disgust, it was clear the swallowing did not go well from the fierce coughing fit that came after. “I know it’s bad, but you’re doing better than most. This is why I wanted to let you practice, other people would just start unloading and choke you. Okay, let’s try again.”

–

Cyber could no longer put to words the depths of his misery. The extent of his humiliation as this man repeatedly pissed into his mouth and had him swallow it. With it, no upper bound to his shame as he was tempted to thank the man. It was clear the canine stuck to his word, stopping when the boy gestured, going slow and allowing the wolf time to recover and prepare for the next round.

One bite-sized swallow of the dog’s bladder at a time, Cyber became more proficient at chugging piss; not something he was even going to contemplate the mental consequences of realizing. Being tied up as a toilet doesn’t leave much room for self-reflection when spacing out could cause him to drown.

By the time the dog had nothing more to give, the look of pride on his face almost made Cyber feel… warm. Or maybe that was the steaming piss in his belly. Still, as the dog zipped up and washed his hands, the wolf was sad to see him go. Not that he wanted more, but in knowing that anyone else who used him would be nowhere near that accommodating; it was only downhill from here. At least he wouldn’t drown now. Maybe he should anyways, just to see what the counselors would do. 

Before the golden retriever left, drying his hands, he kneeled back by Cyber’s head. The boy tried to give his best puppy-dog eyes, a pleading whine escaping his held-open jaws. The man’s brows curved up as a sad sigh left his muzzle. “Hey. For what it’s worth, you did good. I’m not complimenting your ability to drink piss, but your strength to endure. I know Dan is doing this to try and break you. Most cubs don’t last long with that bull, often in far worse shape than you are.”

A faint smile was on the retriever’s snout. “I’m impressed. I hope you keep trying to stick it to him. He is often more cruel than needed. If I could take his charges I would, but that just means someone else falls into his hands. Still, stay strong. And I know you don’t want to hear it, but… should your mouth be subjected to, ah, number 2; chug like you would a fizzy soda. Just keep swallowing, ignore the ‘burn’. Good luck.”

Like that, the dog walked away, a pathetic whimper from the wolf boy before he stopped it, biting down on the gag. He is strong. He will survive. Doing his best to remain calm, Cyber did his best to not contemplate who would walk through the door next. Time alone with his thoughts passed faster than it should’ve, not a spiral of decaying mental state, but a freeze frame of impending doom held aloft with a faint glimmer of hope and encouragement. Which was promptly unfrozen as the door opened again, heavier footsteps this time. Cyber truly didn’t want to meet this next ‘customer’, wishing to hear those footfalls tread right out of the room.

Instead he was treated to a smiling beak leaning into his vision. And it was not a friendly smile, instead akin to Dan’s common grin of sadism. It cooed out in a feminine tone, feathers prim and proper, an eagle of some kind. There was no majesty here, only the glaring reminder that avians made stunning predators.

It stepped closer, clawed toes landing on either side of the wolf’s restrained head, moving her entire body to stand over cyber’s vision. He was moderately shocked, the eagle was a little heavy looking, not overweight by any means, but happily wearing a bit of plushness. Yet that wasn’t what caught the boy, instead it was the fact that he was looking right up into her pussy, able to see her face peering down through the cleavage of uncovered breasts.

He wasn’t sure what she wore, a little distracted and simply unfamiliar with clothing terms, but it summed up to arm and leg sleeves, with a tight black corset around her middle. He gave a lowly hum of both surprise and dread. Was she about to…?

The woman spoke instead. “So this is Dan’s little screamer? You look just as fun as I imagined~! Such pretty fur too, shame Dan had to go and soil it already. I wanted to do that. Still, chained to the floor and covered in dried piss is a good look for worthless little boys like you~! Has anyone told you that you look better as a toilet than a boy? Course, everybody looks better underneath me.”

A casually sardonic tone never left her voice, constantly seemingly to down-talk the cub before she swiftly spun around. “Now, I heard you made a decent enough fucktoy, lets see how well you handle being a toilet~ Just a little oop-” Cooed the eagle as she sat down upon the seat embedded in Cyber’s upturned ass, her weight not holding back as his spine compressed under her thickness. He gave a groan of pained exasperation as his lungs vented from the pressure.

“You look pensive, what’s the matter? Don’t like being put in your place, you disgrace of a wolf? I don’t care what you did to end up here, but you deserve it just by existing. You belong right here, tied down in a bathroom, and used as a toilet for everyone who wants.” Her expression was constantly a sneer, clearly enjoying her power over the boy. “Tell me, have you ever had anyone shit up your ass?” 

It was then the full extent of Cyber’s predicament became clear. The seat on his butt the eagle sat in wasn’t just for user comfort as she pissed on his face and body. No, the hollow plug that was used to anchor it was hollow on the seat’s side too. And it was shorter than it seemed, allowing the woman’s own hole to rest just against his spread anus without him even knowing.

Until he felt something start moving inside him. As his eyes widened, and pupils dilated, the eagle took upon the most delighted face he never wished to see. “Ah, Dan didn’t tell you about your position today, hm? Good.”

No, this couldn’t be happening. Cyber didn’t once contemplate this outcome, and he was kicking himself for it. He wanted to breathe out a sigh of relief at being spared the foul taste of excrement, but it was a hollow victory. What he felt that first night Dan sat on his face was utter revulsion and disgust. This? This was pure biological wrongness.

Something was going in the out pipe, and it was the same substance it was made to expel. This was not a cock battering through and using him, this was a warm snake sliding deeper through him in the most stomach-wrenching way his nerves could imagine. Its progress was slow, fighting his own passage’s spasms with nothing but the force of her own to back it. But that delighted grin she wore as she watched the progression of nausea appear on the wolf’s features gave her all the determination she needed. 

A belly full of piss did not help. He wasn’t supposed to feel this, this was not nearly as much as a physical presence and torment as the bull’s length forcing its way under his tail. But it was somehow so much worse with the simple understanding of what it was, an act so complete in hammering in the fact that he was being used as a toilet. Cyber threw up as he felt the dense solids working its way inside him hit the first major bend after his rectum.

And the eagle laughed. Boisterous, full of life, deceptively feminine. All she did was land her sole on his face to dig her claws in and force his head to the side as much as it would go, allowing the pungent bile pouring from his muzzle to drain onto the tile floor. “Come now toilet, it’s not that bad! Can’t have you drowning in your own puke, as much as I would love to see it~”

He wished some form of relief would come from the regurgitation of the golden retriever’s bladder, but the eagle made sure his attention remained on her use of him. Either by poking him with talons, rudely dropping her entire foot over his face; and if he really drifted, the woman would reach down to happily crush his little balls. He was trapped, both physical and mental. Feeling the woman’s shit work down his digestive tract was enough to set him shivering, the pain of her sitting on his ass and her talons were like a cage of barbed wire around one of the worst experiences of his life.

The gasping, groaning wolf tried to push back, to expel her feces from his guts or at least slow their progress. Yet the bird had both adult muscles and gravity on her side, steadily packing her shit down his formerly tight little hole. While Cyber lurched and dry heaved as the logs would back up at a bend before pushing through in a sickening burst, the woman was pleasantly humming. 

“This is what cubs like you are made for. Do you understand that? Worthless little kids like you are only good for eating shit, but you’re not even good enough for that according to Dan. So instead, you get this.” A tired sigh came from the sadistic eagle’s beak, Cyber’s eyes too blurry with tears to make out her expression of disappointment. “I have to say, I expected more from you. Just a few tears and non-stop whimpering. More annoying than arousing, honestly. But that’s what I get for trying to get off while taking a shit.”

Still toying with the boy’s face and balls, the woman grunted. A short huff and a pause before she lifted off the seat wedged against his ass. A little peak of brown protruded from the hole leading into his rear. “I suppose I’ve spent enough time here anyways, I have a much more fun kid to torture.” She casually knelt down, her dark latex gloves and stockings creaking a bit as she grabbed Cyber’s tail. With swift and nonchalant motions, she ran it through her asscrack, the red-tipped tail getting smeared with brown as she wiped up after herself. 

“You know, let's make this a little more fun for the others. I don’t think you’ve earned the easy way of people using your ass, and I don’t mind sticking it to Dan. But first~!” Cyber barely had time to register that she just yanked out the ‘seat’ lodged in his ass, only able to get to the first shocked gasp before the knotted dildo held behind her back slammed deep into his shit-packed hole. Worse, it pushed her shit through him another good few inches, able to feel the entire chunky snake slide around his intestines in one lurch while the painful stretching of the knot forcing past in one go seared into his mind. One second he was inhaling, the next his whole body locked up with a silent scream.

He heaved again, but there was nothing to throw up, only noises of pain. “GHNNN!” Another shout as the sneering avian happily spanked Cyber’s still-bruised ass, causing another spasm fit as Cyber’s nerves went alight with eye-watering discomfort. “Oh quit your whining, mutt. It’s a medium, half as big as the brute bull. Just making sure you don’t leak.” The sobbing wolf boy didn’t register the eagle detaching him from the half-pipe shape keeping his rear pointed up, and wasn't able to pull above the new ache in his ass before his restraints clicked back.

This time though, he was sitting somewhat normally, back against the tile wall. His ankles were still brought up to his head, ass exposed, but he was upright at least. He was little too consumed with misery to try and find a positive for this however. Smirking down at him, pleased with her work, the eagle dusted her hands. She turned then, revealing a juicy ass, sinking fingers into the feathered cheek to pull it apart and show him her holes. “This will be your view next time, toilet. I’ll be sure to share my dinner with you~! After I’ve digested it, of course.”

Letting her cheek jiggle back into place, she gave a teasing smack to her rump and shot a look back at the wolf quietly crying against the wall. “Hopefully you’ll be more fun to use, this was just pathetic. But, considering that you are pathetic, I don’t know what I expected. Toodaloo~”

Cyber so dearly wished there was silence after the door closed, but there wasn’t. For as while the eagle’s footsteps faded, new ones emerged when she left. The beat-down wolf cub didn’t even want to look up at the man speaking to him now. “Whew, that bitch always takes forever. Hope you’re hungry, I’ve been cooking this up since last night.”

–

The crimson-tinted cub was granted the brief reprieve of blissful dissociation between users, a break too late to be cognizant of its generosity. Tortured mind fleeing his awful vessel, able to almost ignore his surroundings and his body’s protesting. He'd hardly noticed the gap between the eagle's torment and his latest ‘customer’, but was yanked back to reality as soon as the massive log passed his lips. 

The bitter taste of scat and foul gas flooded his cheeks while he struggled to follow the labrador’s previous advice. Chugging as best as he could, he couldn't help but cough and wheeze a bit at how dry this log was compared to Dan's a few night's prior. A completely different challenge for his mouth and tastebuds, but no different in its ability to send the cub into the pits of disgusted despair. Awful, horrible, Cyber barely able to hear his own choked crying; but with how horrid this all was, it couldn’t get much worse.

Swallowing the last of those logs with an exhausted gasp, the boy blinked back into idle shutdown; only to be greeted by a foul wake up call and a new person shoving their asshole against his lips. A torrent of mostly liquid shit poured directly down his mouth with enough force to shoot back up his nose. If any part of him had been grateful for the ease of swallowing, it was instantly overruled by the horrifying reality of having diarrhea up his sinuses. It always got worse, a brutal reminder as the boy sputtered and gurgled on the brown soup pumping down his gullet.

But even that nightmare of fluid scat flooding his mouth and sinuses seems blurry, the cub’s mind working overtime to repress. All that was left was the sludgy feeling in his nose and a taste he couldn’t ignore. Before he knew it, there had actually been a decent lapse between his ‘customers’, able to drift away from the horrid present. The cramping and upset rumbling of his stomach protesting being filled with shit no longer hung on his mind. The aches of being restrained in the same position for hours faded from his bones. The lingering burning of the dildo in his ass, the disgust of another person’s excrement still camping in his own colon, the clumpy stains on his fur spreading every time someone wiped with his tail or hair. It all seemed so far away.

Revulsion, despair, fear, pain, he just wanted to escape his body’s awful sensations. He had been so close, fading, finally passing out. Instead, the boy sputtered and choked as a river of piss began blasting his face, aimed for his open-gagged mouth. He couldn’t turn his head away enough to stop the stallion from unloading his bladder right against the back of his throat. After the initial shock, Cyber couldn’t fight it, instead chugging what he could to avoid drowning. He felt like he swallowed more air than anything, loud splashing ringing aloud.

But there was another sound, a voice. The man pissing on him held his smartwatch to his face, talking on a call. Cyber struggled to actually focus, picking the words up over the torrent of urine drenching his face. “Yeah, Nine is a crafty one, I’ll give him that. Already got my ass handed to me by management about how he almost got away so early in the program.”

It was hell to try and do anything besides commit to drinking enough of the piss-jet to not drown, but what the wolf did hear suddenly made him fully aware and alert. Someone nearly got out? He prayed that there would be details spoken, and hoped that the stallion didn’t think that a cub being doused in his pee would be able to eavesdrop. God- how much fucking piss was there? What kind of race horse was this guy, he had to have swallowed a gallon already-

“Yeah, I wasn’t thinking. You know how much of a weak spot I have for rubber! The kid is eleven years old, I didn’t expect him to use the latex glove as an insulator against the io-band’s taser. Look- point is, lesson learned. The only way he’s getting shiny in the future is fur-oil, unless that’s somehow a breakout waiting to happen too? Hah, yeah, imagine if-”

Cyber had zoned out the moment the crucial information was delivered, only the splatter of dark stallion urine hiding the faint smile on his muzzle. The stream stopped eventually, the horse tucking his monster back into his pants and walking out, leaving the wolf alone once more. Coughing, spitting out what piss he could from under his tongue, Cyber smiled amid ragged breaths. Even if he couldn’t get some latex, just knowing his issued io had a taser was important knowledge.

Deep breaths, keep calm, look miserable. Not hard, considering he is miserable, but Cyber couldn’t risk someone seeing the slight change in attitude he had. Was this day worth it? Hell no, eating shit once was enough to traumatize him, this entire day of it will haunt him forever. But, he had to use the info to make the suffering worth something. The fire inside him that had been dampened after several pounds of scat came to rest in his stomach had strengthened its pilot light. He might not be the same after this, but he will escape, he will survive. He couldn’t wait to- ‘oourp-’ flowed from his mouth, a sickening belch of foul taste rising the remnants of various ‘deposits’ up his throat.

Deep, shaky breaths stabilized as the sudden gut-wrenching lurch from Cyber’s stomach calmed after a moment, clamping down to avoid puking diarrhea down his front. His body hated this as much as he did. But now there was a potential end in sight. After all, some of the most important parts of an escape plan is just knowing what needs to be done. Now he just needs to figure out how to do it. Cyber was certain sleeping would be another agonizing affair, but now he had something to contemplate for the sleepless night. He felt awful, but this knowledge felt like it single handedly fixed every crack in his mental state caused by being a toilet for the counselors.

The door swung open then, and the clack of talons rang through the bathroom. Opening his eyes, Cyber saw the eagle once more, smiling down at him with a smugness that somehow put Dan’s to shame. “I’m baaack~” She cooed, before turning around. “You must be starving! Too bad worthless runts like you only deserve to eat second-hand.”

Well, maybe not every crack would be fixed.

Cyber tried to shout around his ring gag, “Noh! Nohnohnoh-MHPH”

The woman spoke with a gently cruel voice as she blanketed the wolf’s skull with her ass. “Shhh. Toilets don’t talk. Just eat.”

He shook his head what little he could, struggling against the restraints as her thick ass smothered his muzzle. It was no use. He wasn't strong enough, all he could do was writhe in muffled silence, his ears flicking back and forth as he looked up at her back. She wasn't even looking at him. She didn't care that he was here. He was just another toilet to her.

"You're still so pathetic. If you're going to struggle, put some effort in so I can hear you at least." The eagle let out a sadistic little giggle as she sat upon his face, her weight pressing against his snout. 

"Mhmph!" Grunted Cyber as he felt her large rear shift against him, rubbing and squishing as she undertook the domineering task of target alignment. Teasing motions dragged her ass against his face until her asshole lined up with Cyber’s mouth held open with that damn ring-gag.

She took a deep breath, before pushing. Cyber continued to resist what little he could, "Mhm! MHHHHM! MHHMH-GHK!" His last vocal effort of struggle turned wet and gaggy as her shit pushed into his mouth.

He gagged, choking on it, but the eagle didn't stop. Instead she giggled with a little moan of exertion as she continued feeding the little wolf. He struggled as much as he could, trying to push her away from him, but it was pointless with his limbs tied up as they were. All he could do was choke on her shit and try to breathe around it.

Finally, the eagle stopped. She pulled her ass away from his face, and then let out a heavy disappointed sigh as she stared at the huge glob of brown protruding from the open mouth. "That's what I thought. Certainly sounded backed up. How the fuck have you been here all day and not learned to eat properly? You really are worthless."

Cyber tried to speak, but nothing came out. He was too busy coughing around the scat in his neck, the gag making it difficult to clear his throat. He heaved again, more of her shit sliding down his strained gullet, his stomach churning as he swallowed. But it wasn't enough, too much was lodged in by force, the red-twinged wolf was actually choking.

The eagle grinned as she leaned down, her hand reaching down and grabbing a handful of his hair to level their faces. "Stop struggling. Just swallow it."

He did as she said with a lack of anything better to do, feeling her tug at his hair, forcing him to look up at her. She smiled as she looked down at him, "Tch! This is taking forever!" She complained, noticing the mound of brown poking past his gag barely moved. Cyber couldn't help but struggle even harder, he tried to avoid eye contact, seeing nothing but sadistic glee and targeted disdain in the woman's features. Yet soon his eyes could do nothing but remain wide open as he stared at the coarse toilet-brush she now held.

"I can't believe you're still so bad at being a toilet. No wonder you ended up here, can't even learn to eat shit. As usual, I have to fix it." She scoffed, before thrusting the brush into his mouth. Cyber buckled, but the eagle only laughed. "Stop fighting me, it's just a little scrub out!"

Cyber growled in stubborn agony, his lips twisting into a snarl as he struggled against the eagle as she almost growled back. “Let. It. In!” The brush pushed deeper into his mouth, forcing him to open wider than the gag already made him. He gave out utterly horrid gargles and gacks as she forced it down, struggling to swallow the shit it pushed deeper. All while the harsh bristles scraped his mouth and esophagus, the eagle giving him no mercy.

"Mmph!" His stomach lurched as she shoved it in, her grip tightening on his hair, pulling his head back to give her a better angle and more leverage to cram the brush right through his neck. "HGKHLHK!" Were the only sounds he could make, his throat too battered and assaulted to say anything else. Locking up in a fresh wave of hell, the wolf could only give a pitched scream as she then twisted the bristly brush around, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He wasn't sure how long it lasted, but he felt her loosen her grip, and the brush slipped out of his mouth with a coarse slurp. His body was left shaking, trembling as he fought to get air back into his lungs and overcome the burning coursing up his neck. The worst sore throat he could ever imagine plagued his mind, shuddering and gasping randomly as the agony sparked back up inconsistently.

"Mmf~" The eagle licked her beak, watching him with a gleeful smile. "That's always too fun." Cyber shuddered, unable to muster any response. He tried to move, to try and shake himself free of the pain, but all he could do was writhe about in his restraints. By the time he understood what he was looking at again, the eagle had his head held up and her ass descending to his face once more. There was no noise of struggle, no cry, no gasp of shock. Just a quiet, hoarse whimper as the eagle's cheeks blanketed his skull.

A practiced motion returned her half-spent pucker to his gaping, scraped mouth. She resumed giving Cyber his dinner right from where they left off. She didn't have to force him to eat. He couldn't resist, his jaw held open, and his throat too abused. The awfully familiar sensation of feces began to land on his tongue, before sliding deeper. Big adult logs too dense and large for his young mouth, scraping on his teeth, using all the space they could. It was a short trip to the back of his mouth, poking at his stinging, raw throat instantly.

Cyber still choked, struggling against the pain, but there was nothing he could do. His entire body was locked up tight, and the eagle wasn't done yet. He felt her grip tighten on his hair, forcing him to look up at her as she craned her head around. "That's better, now you're handling it like a decent toilet." She smirked, her voice a soft coo. His apathy and lack of resistance came from the searing chemical-like burn of excrement rubbing over the brush-sliced lining of his maw and throat, the boy's eyes rolling up as choked spasms wracked his body.

This was a hell unlike any other in his time here. So utterly disgusted, degraded, and tortured. A new rock bottom, and Cyber’s re-collapsing will could only remind him that things could only be worse tomorrow if they stuck to the trend. As the last few chunks worked down his abused gullet, the ten year old cub could only fall back into that self-despair he fought so hard to rise above. But it was just too crushing to faintly realize that this is exactly how he treated his own utility at home. He was pretty sure he even used the same brand of toilet-brush on it, in a frighteningly similar fashion.

What little mental strength he could build or cling to slowly sank down the drain as those voices whispering in his head now screamed. He did this to someone. Now someone is doing this to him. He deserved it. He really was worthless. Pathetic, and cruel, no better than the adults he now hated. That hatred began to split, redirecting to himself.  No, no, he can’t think like that. Even if there is a point to be made, now is not the time. Now is the time to distract himself with an escape plan until Dan came to collect him and go to bed-

“By the way,” Spoke the eagle in her deceptively sing-song voice, Cyber missing the part where she removed her fat ass from his skull somehow; able to feel his stained, clumpy tail getting tugged through her crack again. “It’s a little past noon. You still have five and a half hours left. I know I said this was dinner, but it was just the leftovers of lunch. Dinner is reserved for my little worthless angel. He kisses my ass and feet on command already, so he gets a private meal as a reward~! I might even let him eat my shit off a plate this time.”

The wolf was too busy being consumed with that sinking feeling of despair landing atop his entire miserable stack of conditions to hear anything past his remaining time. He genuinely lost track of how many people used him today, and it was barely halfway done. That glimmer of hope from learning about the taser is the only thing keeping him afloat.

All the boy could do was pray that tomorrow came quickly, but his prayers were quickly dashed as the door opened once more. Looking up at his next user, the cub’s heart sank in recognition of a repeat customer.

The man with the runs had returned.