The taste persisted. The nightmares weren’t enough to fully hide the fact they were dreams that night, flashes in and out of lucidity, startles to consciousness. But the moment exhaustion swept the young wolf away it was back to those lifelike memories. Repetition, monotony, disgust. 

The unending dream of licking out a broken boy’s even worse-broken hole was better than the sheer nightmare of being a toilet. Both the waking one, and the dreaming one, that experience under the avian’s plush rear haunted Cyber. But one part of this dream stood out, this memory. The boy, the cheetah. Number 17, the only name Cyber knew for him. When the horrid task was done, there was an air of thankfulness from the younger cub that filled Cyber with a small amount of resolution.

The wolf cub’s first introduction to the feline was negative, teased by him to the point of punching the kindergartener. In return, the younger cheetah got to punch Cyber’s colon. Also something he wouldn’t forget, but it seemed that was happening to all the cubs in this horrid place. And honestly? Cyber would rather the small child’s arm than the implement of torture that was the eagle woman’s strapon.

As the unconscious train of thought moved to that new station, he began picturing the multicolored, massive, thick, barbed pole that had been used on the cheetah. It took over his dreams, sending the wolf cub back to hell, reminded of how he had to lick it clean under the harsh gaze of the plus sized woman. And again, the topic shifted back to the other boy. The look of actual gratitude given back once Cyber finished, a sense of amends. Or simply a bond of shared trauma. 

At the very least, Cyber felt like he wasn’t so alone. It dampened his memory of all the other kids teasing him for being a baby at least. No words were shared between the cubs before counselors had them marching separate ways. But the gray wolf boy could hope. Until he couldn’t, knowing for a fact he wasn’t alone. The thud of the door to his cell slammed, forcing him from the light, restless slumber. Few footsteps sounded, before silence. Anticipation, fear, Cyber had to wonder what terror Dan had in store for him this morning.

“Morning, 34. Sleep well? You were actually cleaner than your sheets for the first time in a few days.” Dan said, a booming voice, but the small concrete room shifted it towards that. It carried that smugness, that relishing of the cub’s awful situation. “Don’t pretend to be asleep, kid. I wanna get you ready for the day, but if you’re snoozing still, then I need to wake you up. It’s best if you do that yourself.”

Grunting, Cyber rolled away from facing the blank wall, locking eyes with the tall bovine. He wasn’t sure what he was expressing, but the little wolf hoped his gaze held indignation more than exhaustion.

Chuckling, Dan nodded. “Good. Saved yourself from me pissing on you again. But, I’m gonna give you some choices here. Three, in fact. So I explained that this whole operation is betterment for you. That requires trust. You need to trust what I say, trust in promises of rewards and punishments. But I need to trust you. That when you make a choice, you follow through.”

The bull cockily leaned on the wall. “So here: three options this morning. Three outcomes. Option one, the stubborn one. You do nothing, and I do my best to make your day awful. Option two, show me that natural skill of cleaning my balls your tongue has, and let’s try it on my feet. I’ll go easy on you for the rest of the day. Last option, I need to take a dump. So if you want, lay down on your back, hands at your sides, and open your mouth so I can shit down your throat. I will actively go out of my way to make sure you don’t have as terrible an experience today as I should.”

The wolf’s eyes narrowed as ears folded in recoil, unable to hide the grimace on his face. “You… want me to let you…” The cub couldn’t even finish the words before a shuddering gag rolled up his body.

With a shrug of his crossed arms, Dan was as confident as ever. “Well, it’s nothing new. I’ve done it to you once, and now a whoooole lot of other people have too. Hell, you’ve chugged diarrhea. You’ve done worse than letting me drop a few logs off in your stomach. Why not do what you’ve already done and get something good out of it this time?”

The slight gag Cyber made turned into a retch. “N-No, never. I- urgh, will never…”

“Alright, no nice day, got it. Up for a middle, ‘not too bad’ one?” Dan said while squeezing his groin and slipping his shoes off.

Cyber’s eyes flicked back and forth, ears perpetually pinned. The prospect of a tongue cleaning was immediately more appetizing than eating shit, with his copious experience yesterday dulling the sense. That said, if this fucker thought he was going to do anything when it wasn’t immediately forced, it was time to prove Dan wrong. Steeling his face, he shook his head. “No.”

Brows raised in mock surprise, Dan chuckled. “No? Did you not listen to a single thing yesterday? This is your fault. You bring pain by resisting. The pain you’re going to feel later today too, is now your fault. Congratulations, you sure showed me how willing you are to get tortured. Here, I’ll be generous. Your one single chance to change your mind, right here. Wanna at least suck the sweat off my balls?”

Though his mind wavered in building fear, Cyber tried to keep his resolute exterior. “N-No.”

Stretching interlocked fingers out to crack the knuckles, Dan grinned sharper. “Oh boy. The fun just doesn’t end with you, huh? Alright, I’ll go get the catheter and hot sauce.”

Cyber’s eyes widened, that welling fear spilling over into dread. Well, he made his choice. But was it the right one?

—

“HNNGF! MMNNNG!” Cyber tried to shout, rattling in the bonds as the oversized ball-gag made his jaws ache after just five minutes. The position he was trapped in wasn’t the worst, not nearly as bad as his toilet pose. But it wasn’t great either, on all fours, head and shoulder lower than his raised ass. Metal bars held the clips his various cuffs and straps were linked to, the bars framing either side of the cart he was locked atop. Like one of those hardware store board-carts, just without the middle section.

If only the red-highlighted wolf was just at the store with his dad, able to get pushed around and pretend like it was a car, or battleship. But there was no fun to be had with this one, the bull kneeling beside the squirming cub as he tried to scream. Dan held a simple, single thing, a little syringe connected to a clear tube. “Damn, 34. Not even halfway yet, chill.” Dan said with a dark chuckle as half of the red fluid worked up the clear tube.

Its endpoint was the cub’s little sheath, almost covered by the hanging youthful balls. Swaying with what little drop they had as hips rattled between the bars. “MMMMGH!”

—

Less so much screams now, but just muted, miserable sobbing. Distant eyes trying to focus on anything but the pain. Drool slowly dripped from the large red ball cranking his jaws open, sputtering coughs interspaced with the sharp inhales and sad noises. Faint shivers, muscles slack from wearing them down with an hour of struggles. And yet no change to the burning fire within his bladder.

Omnipresent, a blaze raging in his mind, preventing any thoughts other than reacting to the agony. Not even thinking how he had survived this before brought any resilience, no hope in this present pain. A shame, because beside this direct lance of suffering to his very being, this wasn’t so bad.

When Dan revealed Cyber was going on trashcan duty, he expected the worst. Horrible contortion, enclosed spaces, the press of a compactor on his belly and just waiting to give him the horrible experience it promised. Instead, he was just prostrated on a cart with some cuffs to hold him in place, with a speculum gaping his ass. His tailhole didn’t give much resistance after the shock-therapy of near daily raping it got since losing his virginity here.

Cuffs, ball-gag, spreader. Wouldn’t even have to taste anything. Perhaps Dan truly was telling the truth. Had he done something in service to the sadistic bull this morning, today really wouldn’t have been so bad. Instead, he got his bladder filled with lava, preventing any of these conclusions and thoughts he could have been having. He was set up by the tray return in the cafeteria, a spot that he recalled stopping many times in his own school.

That felt so long ago now, but he was just nearing a week within this hell. Well, all he could really feel was his dick and insides on fire. Barely even registered the wad of napkins getting dropped into his open hole. Or the crushed up cardboard bowls with traces of the gruel they held getting slid into his colon. He noticed whenever some of the counselors deposited an empty can of soda or what not, that was big enough to at least join the molten agony.

The crinkles of plastic bottles, the edges of uncrushed nutmilk cartons, cold unfinished food, everything had a sound, a sensation. All duly confirming to himself that he was being used as a trashcan. Shapes littered his bowels, a snake of garbage working deeper as new things joined the slimy passage. Big objects caught in his bends, able to feel them break through once the backup of trash put enough pressure to dislodge it within him.

It sucked. But considering what his ass has been through, and that he mostly couldn’t feel his intestines, this truly wasn’t so bad. A shame then, that he had to get a bladder of capsaicin. Turning this day from ‘ugh’ to ‘OH GOD MAKE IT STOP’ in his mind. And true to it, that’s all his mind was for this.

—

He was moved to the lounge at some point. Cyber couldn’t make much sense of anything while his insides were on fire. He knew his guts were certainly loaded down after breakfast, rolled to a new service area for the rest of the day. While spared from being the one trashcan in a room with everyone in the building within like the cafeteria during breakfast, the lounge wasn’t as empty as yesterday. A cub was locked in the pillory, all the counselors stopping by at least once to add to the deluge of seed dribbling out of the worn hole.

Cyber couldn’t pay much attention still, but he was slowly adjusting to the burning through the day. Everything blurred into one long, agonizing memory, but he could at least remember things as the hours passed. Eventually he noticed the pillory cub was a tiger, unfamiliar. Destined to stay that way, Cyber not fully having the mental faculties to try and make a new friend. Not like he could speak around the ball-gag anyways.

Perhaps he should be glad that the fiery bladder was the only real thing of note that day. He was already concerned that being a trashcan barely registered on the ledger of trauma when he was a toilet two days ago. Regardless, there was no victory here, but not entirely a defeat either. Just pain. But as he was rolled to a back room, had everything deposited into his intestines rather forcefully taken out, he couldn’t help a nagging feeling that this trashcan duty was ‘easy mode’. 

Well, Cyber supposed this entire place had a harder difficulty lurking around the corner in every aspect. It would never get better here, that much was certain.

—

Another night of wondering if he even slept. Stuck between hatred of the world, and himself for choosing to at least not lick the bull’s balls. Fuck, where did this get him? Such a bold show, and for what? Agony? Was this worth being ‘strong’? The lava remained in his bladder overnight. An impossible duration to a sentence he imposed on himself. Hours of silence as he had nothing but pain and regret as company.

He was awake when the bull entered the next morning. While he didn’t scramble up and grovel at his feet, there was no delay in sitting up, eyes red and face matted from crying. “D-Dan-”

He flung to his side, landing back down on the pillows as a palm-shaped print was added to his cheek.

The burly bovine’s face was casual, smug, as always. “Speak when spoken to. I’m already too lenient with you on that.” He waited for the wolf cub to sit back up, a fresh pout on a miserable face. “Alright, go ahead.”

Glaring the best he could, Cyber averted his gaze to the floor upon the humiliation of his next words. “D-Dan, please… make it stop. I… I-I’ll clean your balls. P-Please…”

The man’s head notched higher. “Ah, coming to your senses? Good, if you had refused again today it’d be a triple dose up that tiny dick of yours.”

Blinking despite it all, the red-highlighted canine looked at the bull. “T-Triple? W-Wait-”

“Yup. You got it kid. That capsaicin you got burning your bladder is double the strength of when I did it before. Every time you refuse me, it multiplies. And it doesn’t reset.” The man said coldly, but with a grin. “So, willing to cooperate yet?”

Cyber merely nodded, looking back down. 

“Good. Because since you refused it, ball-cleaning is off the menu. You get feet, or shit today.” He noted the boy’s hands clench, eyes squeezed shut for a moment as those ever folded ears pinned back just a bit farther. “Take your pick. Same points stand. Polish my feet, I’ll go easy. Be my toilet, I’ll help you. Neither? Well, you’re already getting a taste of it.”

Was it possible for thoughts to race when there was no track? With no focus to keep them straight even if the burning had dulled from seared acclimation? Contemplation ensued, regardless. Debates of the difference between going easy or helping him, which would actually reduce the pain. Would choosing the humiliation of feet cleaning merely leave him as is? Would he really have to do… that… to make it stop?

The agony had already convinced Cyber that he was going to do something, as he doubted he could survive another full day like this. It would be a gamble to see if he would come out of that completely delirious, and he would rather not bet. But… he couldn’t… It had to be worth it, to lower himself so far as to willingly… eat from Dan.

Shivering atop the sheets, not from cold but the opposite, the wolf forced himself into a propped up position. He looked at the burly bull with bloodshot, pained eyes. 

The man nodded. “Go ahead. I see you wanting to ask something.”

“W-What… happens if… I lick your feet? W-Will it stop?”

“It won’t get worse, that’s for sure. As far as fully stop? Eh, not sure. It would depend on how enthusiastic of a job you do. I don’t wanna waste coolant on a rushed, half-ass job.”

A fire was raging, noise cascading in the silence, a heartbeat and ringing pain multiplying as the red-tinted wolf collapsed back to soiled sheets. Something had to happen, this was unbearable. He didn’t want either, one option was better, but at this point into the torture and uncertainty, the result mattered most.

So, Cyber chose to make it end, for sure. “T-Toilet! Fuck!” The wolf blurted, curling up into a tense ball as he screamed it into the wall.

A rumble from the bovine, a strange mix of bemused, enthused, and smug. “Ah, good choice. But the delivery could use some work. You sure do like to swear for a ten year old. So, try it again, but be respectful. Remember what I said. You want respect from me, you have to show some first.”

A shudder rolled through the small cub, teeth clenched as tears threatened to well back up. There was a pathetic little paff as the cub's fist slammed to the bed, and Dan swore he could hear the kid’s teeth grinding. “Ghhhnnn…” He grit. “I’ll… be your toilet, just m-make the burning stop! Please…”

“There, that wasn’t so hard, right? That was good, but not what I wanted. In future, you need to ask for it, not agree to it. But you didn’t know, so I won’t push it.” The words filtered down to the boy’s distraught senses, the rattle of a belt undoing preceding the rustle of unseen pants dropping. 

Cyber finally cracked an eye open to see the flat, boxy snout of the bull leaning over him. His face was pleased, but not full of usual sadistic malice. The boy took a chance to sneer. “O-Oh, you’re not even gonna g-get off to-”

A single finger was held up. “34. Don’t ruin this for yourself. Now is your chance to prove you can be a good little bitch and eat my shit you’re like you’re meant for. Do you really want to make me reconsider rewarding you for this?”

The cub’s eyes narrowed, but the jaws snapped shut. But without that spark to distract him, his pulse ramped up and his dread spiked. Quivering even more, memories of the awful taste about to re-flood his senses, Cyber broke out into a sweat on the bed.

“C’mon, kid. Roll over. You know I need to sit on your face for this.” Dan said, crossing his arms in the red-highlighted wolf’s periphery.

Tensing his entire body, Cyber went lax as it all exploded out into a sad exhale. The burn in his nethers was ever present, the only other sense he had. It was a potent, if not despicable motivator. He rolled to lay on his back, miserable face in the open, staring blankly at the ceiling. 

Before he knew it, there was a huff and that brown mass of man was hovering over him, knees on either side of the wolf’s head. Instead of the ceiling, his gaze landed on ass and backsack, a faint sliver of pink peeking out of the canyon.

“You’re lucky, 34. Always better to do this in the morning before my ass turns into a swamp.” Shifts that bounced Cyber’s head from compressing the mattress, and that shadow loomed lower, until suffocating weight crushed his muzzle. A cough, sputtering, smells and disgust rising. But it still paled to the lava within him.

A big hand reached back to tug the cheeks apart, dropping those last few centimeters to make sure the 10 year old’s face had direct contact with ass, horrible shifting to align tight lips to hole. Yet as Cyber’s stomach threatened to start heaving from knowing what was to come alone, that heavy bladder of pain took priority.

“You might wanna open your mouth. You know gas is first.” Dan said, looking back to the head barely visible under his rear.

Dreadful eyes opened to meet the man’s, and Cyber walked into the trap. “W-Why would-”

Dan shot a sharp grin down, pushing both internally and externally. Rushing down what was in the hopper, while also crushing Cyber’s face to ensure those jaws remained open. Though the cub’s mouth did a wonderful job of muffling the drawn out noise, it still faintly echoed around the room. As did the boy’s following retch.

Dan watched Cyber’s eyes shoot open, pupils dilating as the assault began, terror taking over the disgust. “Heh, don’t be so scared. I know you’re quite experienced in this department.” The bull stated before a little grunt, working his hole open and sending over the first delegation to Cyber’s throat. “Be a good toilet and relax. It’ll work out better for the both of us.”

“HMMM! NHH-GHLKK-!” Cried the wolf, until a semi-solid mass extruded against his tongue, eyes rolling up and squeezing shut as a whole day of horrible memories attached to that revolting taste swept him off his feet. From there, there wasn’t much physical change. He was stuck under the bull, feces fed right into his maw, sliding down his throat and resting in his stomach. 

The force of gravity and the adult’s bowels ensure constant movement, his own esophagus spasming to repel the invaders only working it deeper faster. Cyber was tortured on three fronts, the continual searing in his genitals, the present act of getting shit pumped down his neck, and the flashbacks of it happening what felt like a hundred times.

And yet, before he knew it, that crushing weight was lifted. Open air rushing against his face, his gasps coming out loud and clear. There was nothing left in his mouth but smears, stains, and the minute chunk in a molar. It was done, and he was left with nothing but tears, an awful nightmare on his tastebuds, and sobs.

Dan scooted over to begin running the wolf boy’s tail through his crack, chuckling. “Hey, lighten up kiddo. You did good. Way better than that first time, you really are a quick learner. Or just a natural toilet. I really think this is the life you’re meant for, but it’s not my money being wasted on ‘correcting’ you.” The man said with a shrug.

Cyber didn’t respond, just laying there pathetically. Sniffling, smacking his lips, trying to rid himself of the flavor as his mind replayed the memories of a certain eagle woman. Hands gripping the dirty sheets in white-knuckled fists. He barely registered the bull hopping off the small bed, pulling his pants back up. “Alright. Sit tight, toilet. I’m going to go get the catheter and some capsaicin neutralizer.”

—

All that. For… more of it!? No. “No. NO!” Cyber shouted, standing to turn away from the tv in his room and face the bovine. “Y-YOU YOU- NGGhh-!” The wolf gripped his ears, pulling them down before falling back to his bare ass, the branding on his soles exposed when his legs kicked out.

The tv had just finished giving a very brief rundown of his job. No cheesy acting, no live-action shots, just text and diagrams. But the job’s title stood clear. ‘Sewage Digestion’. “Why…?” Cyber whimpered, shaking his head, his already shit-filled stomach gurgling in protest.

“Well, the toilet job doesn’t really reduce waste. Just move it around. I mean, sure you’re going to digest my shit now. But it’ll just make more shit. No toilet actually removes it, just transports it. So in order to actually remove it, it needs to be digested. Something UUP septic tanks or volunteer stations do, but not just everyone off the street can do it. We’d be pumping you full all night if it was as simple as just putting it inside you.”

Cyber of course wasn’t asking why it was a job, but why he had to endure yet another fecal-based torture. “I… wasn’t asking… sniff… I already ate your shit. C-Can’t-”

“Nope. Every kid gets a day of digestion duty a week. It’s how we keep up with our septic situation. Non-negotiable.”

“Then… what do I get… for letting you do that?” Cyber meekly whimpered, unable to look up from the concrete floor. “Why… did I…”

Dan crouched down, raising a brow at the kid. “What do you get? Look, I knew you were selfish and self-centered, but wow. Not everything is about, or for, you. You got a nice filling meal and the pride of being a functional toilet. You got the pain of your previous choice taken away. And you want more?” 

A snort from the bovine as he regarded the distraught wolf. “Unbelievable. I was actually going to wash your sheets while you were getting pumped full. A little bonus for making the right choice. That’s out of the window.”

Cyber finally looked up, eyes full of hurt.

Dan waggled his fists at the sides of his eyes. “Oh boo-hoo, you had a big meanie bull sit on your face and dump shit down your throat. There’s utilities that have done that since they were born. Grow up. You still have a home to go back to, a life to live that’s not this. Now stand up, and follow me to the pump room.”

The wolf looked back down, ears pinned to his skull. And he slowly shook his head, remaining seated on the floor.

“I’ve already had to drag you through these halls. If I have to do it again, it’s going to be with a leash and collar.” Dan coldly remarked.

Now Cyber looked up with a glare, offset by his otherwise sickly visage.

—

When he glanced up, the pump room was about as awful as his mental image was. Perhaps less cartoonishly evil, and just a bit more run down. It was the basement, no windows, only fluorescent lights. More concrete, not even painted white like the main areas of the building upstairs. A beige floor of rougher bumps for friction, the drains inset in slight depressions indicate they were frequently wet. 

It was less stalls and more of the shitty half-walls between urinals. Except instead of urinals, it was pump stations. Cyber had seen them, from a distance of course, never being one found in the long lines of people in need of a quick buck waiting to use one. What was once painted metal akin to exercise machines was now peeling and rusty, the cushions bolted to the metal frames ragged and cut in places. The frames themselves were minimal, all the edges of a rectangle, but the sides had slants. Designed to be leaned against, instead of full on seats, the cushions were a backrest, headrest, and leg rests on those slanted bars.

No seat, for between where the occupants legs would be was a complex chunk of machinery, with a single pole rising above with a metal tip. The only clean things in the room it looked like. Pipes lead from the blocky device to the floor, one clearly holding cables and wires, while the other was suspiciously thick and held a stopped mass of greenish-brown. Why did they make it transparent? Cyber wanted to heave just looking at it, feeling what was already in his belly.

What was worse though, was the near-same set up hanging from the ceiling above him. He shifted then, weak, defeated, wanting to struggle but still searching for the point of it. He was already strapped in. He already had shit in his stomach. This day was lost. A cheeky pat to his cheek brought some awareness back, Dan standing in front of him and bringing him back to reality.

“Hey. Push your head back.” Was all the smarmy bull said.

At this point, Cyber glared more out of routine than actually having the desire to. But he was no less shocked when the man’s palm blanketed his face to rudely shoved the wolf’s skull against the worn pad. Then a clamping sensation as foam or rubber coated small bars lowered atop his muzzle. With a concerning circle of them pressed to his lips. That cage replaced Dan’s hand, ensuring the boy’s last avenue of motion was restrained with the rest of him in the pump frame.

“There. Now, I know you’re gonna hate this and all that, but think of it this way. This is the first day you aren’t a complete burden! Of course, we are spending more money feeding and housing you than you’ll save by digesting this sewage, but you’re one double filling away from not being a total waste of air. Only mostly a waste.”

Cyber couldn’t stop himself, even as his brain screamed at him to remember the past slaps when he spoke out of turn. “D-Double-?” The wolf was of course silenced, but by a different means than percussive impact. A needle had jabbed into his middle, a long one at that. But before the wolf boy could fully let out a scream, Dan pulled down yet another set of machinery that fell atop those bars over his face. With something pushing through the ring at his lips, pushing right through in fact. Straight to his throat, his scream turned into a sharp GACK as something invaded his esophagus, stopping right in the middle of his neck. 

Immediately trying to heave, the growing lack of air was less important to the wolf compared to the tube lodged in his gulled just a bit bigger than Dan’s cock, which was already seemingly close to a soda can. It pulled back ever so slightly as he writhed in the restraints, then pushed farther down, only worsening them. But as it adjusted, he felt a cool air blow into his lungs. Then out, then in, clearly part of the invasive pipe was to keep him from suffocating. At this point, passing out might be easier than trying to retch around something blocking his throat. It was deeper than any cock had been, not that it was saying much with all of the boy’s experience condensed to this week, but it was a whole new class of strain he was put through. 

Eyes tearing up, he tried to find the bull, only finding a casual look of near disinterest. “Alright, you’re all set up. Since I know you’re always just the most curious eager-beaver to break speaking rules, I’ll give you the surface rundown. Shot was enzymes to make it so you can actually digest shit and piss. It’s not great for you still, but it’ll actually be absorbed by your body instead of just being dumped into another toilet later. Now, I like to have my kid’s first time in the pump to be a pure oral double filling. There’s always some resistance in the first week, even for those that folded quickly. But this way, it helps break you, and shows you just how bad this job can be. Maybe next time you’ll do better to avoid a double, or maybe only get an anal filling.”

The bull had been adjusting some knobs on the frame’s control box, until a final click brought a faint hum from above. Stepping back, the bovine tormentor dusted his hands. “Welp, I’ll see you in a few hours then. It’ll fill you up nice and slow so your guts can adjust and not pop. Though, sometimes it doesn’t read the pressure right for the double fill calculated to your size and weight, and keeps going past the shutoff point. No need to worry about that though. And hey, the good news is you get to go right to bed after this! Gotta digest all that shit sludge you’re gonna be packed full of, and it takes a *while*.”
 
A final turn, and the bull was walking away while whistling a little tune, not even getting one final look at the red-tinted wolf’s terrified, struggling face as the hum grew louder and he could see that green-brown mass moving through the pipe now running to his muzzle. The pump breathing for him was Cyber’s only defense against hyperventilating. He might as well still have, being forced to slowly watch the clear tube progressively bring the sewage closer to his mouth. The pump’s gentle humming was not enough to distract him, much less even partially draw his attention away from the psychological torture of being made to watch his impending doom.

The only saving grace was once the off-color mire finally made it past his lips, nothing changed. Yet the momentary relief of confusion was lost when a truly horrid sensation emerged in the middle of his throat, the pipe’s actual outlet. Spared the worst of taste, it was still there in no small amount, boosted by the knowledge of what was happening. Goop gushed down his throat, far enough down that he had no choice but to swallow, shuddering and heaving with every solid chunk that made its presence known upon his throat’s contractions. He couldn’t scream, just a muffled, gurgling wheeze. Even as bile rose, the pump pushed everything further with its constant stream.

Stuck in his restraints, the boy could do nothing but let it fill him as tears dripped to the floor.

—

How could this place get any worse? Easily, of course. Being a toilet still haunted Cyber’s nightmares, but even in this moment he would prefer it. At least it wasn’t constant use, a pretty good amount of downtime in that job. Even if he spent it dreading the next visitor to his restroom. With the pump frame, there was nothing but greasy, wet, semi solid sewage steadily marching into his stomach. It gave up trying to puke maybe an hour ago, but time always played tricks on the boy in these situations. For all he knew, it was just twenty minutes of being strapped tight and filled. 

He could feel what had been packed into his belly slowly warming from his body heat, turning from near cold room temperature to a warm oily swill inside him. Air tried to rise, bubbles and protests aplenty from his stomach. At this rate, the red twinged wolf cursed the pump for breathing for him, preferring death in this moment. Mind both active and frozen, screaming internally and despairing blankness. Not a chance he could even think about a possible escape when he was too busy begging his body to puke, as if that would even help.

—

The next event that would pull Cyber away from being forced to perceive every inch of waste sliding through his gullet had to be hours after it started. There was simply no way it hadn’t been. It felt like years of slowly feeling his belly bloat with revolting sludge, this had to be almost over. Yet he didn’t think about the time too much, as what got his attention was actual screaming. Shrill childish shouts, though clearly being muffled by a pipe like Cyber’s. To be able to make such noise around it was impressive and the wolf had only a moment to contemplate what could drive a cub to force screams past the intake before a horrible meaty ripping noise rang about the concrete room. 

Then wet splatters as the screeches ramped up only to stop abruptly. Cyber would have a look of horror if it wasn’t already there, and being subverted by the sewage pipe still unendingly packing waste into his belly. A door opened, some footsteps. With a bit of urgency even, moving to where the screams originated. Some low talking that the wolf simply did not have the capacity to parse after the hell of today, and then rattles from the frame before the steps went away. The door slammed shut, and it was silent but for humming and other cub’s barely audible gags and whimpers. 

Cyber went into a panic of course, feeling the pressure within himself that much more clearly and dreadfully, but it did not show on the outside. Already restrained, terrified, disgusted and helpless, maybe his eyes widened more. Just as his middle did, ever so gradually growing taut as the boy wanted to sob and scream around the pipe lodged in his throat. Yet nothing but gurgles came.

It was a unique kind of agony. Not one of direct infliction of pain, instead a mixture of disgust and despair. Not to say there wasn’t some aches from his distended gut, but nothing compared to branding or first anal rape yet. Pain wasn’t needed to beat into him how helpless he was though. Living in constant revulsion did the job well enough. Forcing all parts of him to be still as thick and chunky sewage flowed seamlessly down his neck, only his mind free to despise and dread. 

Then a clunk and the sludge stopped. What was already going down finished its route to the packed belly, and no more came. It tried to rise up and escape immediately, but that simply wasn’t happening while his neck bulged around the tube. While that horror was over, now it was time for the aftershocks. The wolf cub now had a *very* full belly to be disgusted with, a pressure that made all of his biological instincts scream at him. The only silver lining is that he wouldn’t pop. So there’s that.

Maybe another hour passed, maybe a minute. But footsteps came back, a group. Though they seemed to split, before Dan arrived to look down at him. A part of himself that the boy was too defeated to silence became overjoyed at the bull’s sight, at least knowing this was over for the rest of the day. As the man approached and began messing with the frame, Cyber was too out of it to realize that restraints were being added instead of removed, a new belt around his hips. Just as the wolf seemed to realize though, the pipe was yanked out of his throat, and the face-cage lifted off. 

Only for Dan to not-so-gently slam a soft silicone muzzle over his snout. “Gotta make sure you don’t waste your food now, 34.” The bull said with the usual casualness, watching a short burst of puke seep from those tightly bound jaws as the boy gagged and choked. Attempting to writhe again, the motion found purchase as the adult unwound the binds, setting the boy free to tumble onto the concrete and start clawing at the muzzle as his meal began dripping out of his nose and mouth. 

Crouching, Dan first snatched those tiny wrists and put leather cuffs on them, swiftly linking those to his new belt. Arms spread around his excessive belly, trapped at his navel, Cyber was forced to fall and flop like a fish as he began drowning in the sewage trying to flood out. Picked back up to kneel, Dan’s palm easily fit over the cub’s whole face and yanked his head up, straightening the neck. “Swallow, 34. Swallow and breathe.”

Half panic, half desperation, Cyber felt like he had already swallowed too much into his lungs, but had no other option. He tried. Again and again, only to… have a chance to breathe? A deep gasp of air through his nostrils and he kept swallowing, keeping the foulness down. Half bile, half sewage, his taste buds were now destroyed, but survival took precedence. Still holding him up, Dan spoke in a rhythm of ‘swallow’, ‘breathe’, watching the cub adjust to his fresh filling of waste. When he was no longer trying to spew past a closed mouth, and steadily breathing, the bull stood. 

“Can you stand?” He asked, not an ounce of care in his tone. 

Limbs shaky, lungs shuddering, Cyber did his best to focus and rise. His branded soles still brought a wince as he put one down solidly to rise off his knee, but at this point he just wanted his bed. Wanted any kind of comfort to ease this nightmare. And so he willingly followed the adult through the halls to the dorms, and gleefully stepped into his own personal cell. The bull however, did not follow like usual. Instead, leaning on the doorframe to give a short speech. 

“Alright, have fun digesting for the rest of the day. Might as well and try to get some sleep, kid. Seriously, it helps with the breakdown process. I’d recommend you keep the muzzle on too, I will give you hell if I find you without it tomorrow and you’re living with whatever mess you make from doing so. I’m not going to do any single iota of cleaning if you’re not serious about preventing messes. Alright, see-ya.”

Then a bang and click, and the wolf was alone. Swallowing thickly still, eyes closed as his form tensed from beating down another wave of rising sensation, and he let out his lungs in a long sigh. He was tired of being alone. But the bull was not company he would want to keep, barely an improvement, if any. Content enough to be in silence, the cub slowly fell onto the bed, shuffling around to a position that kept his full stomach from protesting too much and his restrained hands from getting their blood flow cut off. While his heart sank from finally being able to process in the peace, he didn’t have much chance to contemplate hearing a child die before exhaustion took him.

—

For once, the door woke him up. Not a cock up his ass, or a hot stream of piss slamming into his brow. Blinking awake, Cyber rolled to see Dan walk in. “Ah, you’re up on time. Good. Time for breakfast.”

Cyber had to shoot the bull a glare, before glancing at his still moderately distended middle. It had gone down overnight, but it looked like he already ate his fair share of Thanksgiving plates already. 

Not moving to slap the boy since the question was unspoken, Dan sighed. “You still need nutrients and shit, kid. Sewer sludge is just empty calories. Goes right to your ass.” He held up his hands, “Don’t get me wrong, you sluts need some more rape-padding, but I can’t have you malnourished. Too easy to break your bones.”

Well, there was the fear again. That didn’t take long, Cyber thought. But hey, if the day starts with breakfast instead of some demand of debasement, he’ll take it. Slowly getting out of bed, the wolf set a measured pace behind the bull once more. Another kid was in the pillory today. Looks like that bird teen was on cleaning duty. Despite how hard it was to care about anything right now, a faint fire still burned within him at seeing kids going through the same cruelty he had.

Breakfast was simple enough. More of the gruel, a single protein block, and Cyber passed on the ‘milk’. No smarmy talk from Dan, in fact the cafeteria was strangely quiet. Perhaps something happened? Then he remembered. There would be one less kid here. How could they even get away with that? Suddenly forlorn, Cyber hated everything more. They could just… die here. Nobody would save them. He couldn’t save them. Couldn’t even save himself. No, no, he could. He *would*. He knew the way, just needed a plan. Something to block the taser, a way to get outside. Then he was free.

A little more resolve was in his step on the way back to his room. Despite the sloshing of his still-full stomach. Oh, a new kid was cleaning now. While the wolf pondered where the bird went, he eyed the new person steadily sweeping the mop over the tile. A canine of some kind, wolfish but not a normal wolf. Maybe maned? Coyote? Dark fur with some brownish-orange, and a really big gash stitched shut on his belly. Eyes widening, he saw what could only be the worst case for the rapings. Run right through. 

Freezing as he looked, the bull kept going for a few more steps before realizing Cyber wasn’t behind him. Moving back to the wolf, the burly man traced the cub’s gaze to the other boy focusing on the mopping. But there was a strange smile on the wounded boy’s face. “Hey, no rubbernecking 34.”

Looking back up at the bull, before the boy again, Cyber’s hands balled and shook before he spoke through clenched teeth. “Can I ask a question?”

Snorting with a roll of his head, Dan threw a hand out. “Sure, why not.”

“What did you do to him?”

The man raised a brow, before chuckling. “Me? Nothing. You’re my rapetoy, not that kid. He just had a pump overfill yesterday. You probably heard him. Lucky bastard actually. Basically gets off scott free, easy jobs for the rest of his time here. Can’t risk reopening it.”

Features rising to attention, Cyber turned to face the bull with shock. “What? I heard… I heard someone die!”

“We’ve got a full infirmary for a reason 34. We can fix anything short of a lost limb here. Just had to drain his belly and shove his guts back in. Good as new. You’re blowing it out of proportion. Now, enough loitering.” 

Begrudgingly falling in line, Cyber felt a decent amount of relief upon knowing those screams that haunted him from yesterday actually alleviated that one soul’s suffering in this place. Part of the wolf wanted to suffer that burst now too, knowing it would render the rest of the time here as mild. Surely that one instance of pain would be worth missing the entire course of sickening suffering. Of course, he’d rather be at home first and foremost, safe and with his dad. He missed his video games. He missed his school, as much as that would make him question his sanity. 

It wasn’t long before he was back in his cell, the large bull following him inside this time. The boy’s mind already started assuming what horrible fates lie in wait, what sadism the ‘counselor’ planned to enact this time. Only for Dan to merely stand there. “Well now 34, since you’ve actually been a good boy today, you’ll get your rest day as planned.”

A blank expression on the red tinted wolf’s muzzle, before a slow blink. Oh, he wanted to say words. But knowing he had a rest day if he just kept his mouth shut was too good to pass up, even if that indignation flared inside him from being ‘good’ for the monster leering at him. Holding his hands up, the horned man chuckled. “Hey, don’t give me the glares. Do you want the rest day? Hell, you were supposed to have it two days ago, but you were being a little shit.”

Though he narrowed his eyes at the counselor, Cyber sat on the bed. A day to recoup and repair would be much appreciated. Finally the onslaught this place had on his mind could be eased, a perfect time to think and plan. Still, he raised his hand.

Smiling only wider, the bull nodded. “Go ahead.”

“What’s the catch?” Cyber bluntly said, knowing this was too good to be true.

“Nothing. You get a day to sit here and rest. That’s it. Of course, there could be more activities should you be willing to exchange services for them.”

Ah, there it is. Literally just sitting in the tiny cell for an entire day. Should have known. “Activities like you raping me? You expect me to want that-” The wolf caught himself, pushing fire farther down once seeing the look from the bull. “What activities?” He asked instead, wanting to at least keep the day peaceful.

“Well, there’s a tv in here. Surely you like watching cartoons. Could throw those on. Just gotta be sitting on my dick while watching them. Let me piss up there should the need arise. Basic stuff.”

Cyber didn’t even dignify the cost with a groan. “Just cartoons?”

“We could wash your sheets. You’d need to let me shit down your throat again though. Got some old handheld games to lend you if you give me a tongue bath. That kind of stuff.”

Everything has a cost. Fuck, of course. The wolf cub was done with his mouth for a good long while, the only option that he even considered was cartoons and cockwarming. At least he didn’t have to taste anything besides the rancid belches that rose from his septic tank of a belly. A long moment was spent just sitting on the bed, debating if he should take that option, or just stick to plain boredom. Finally, ears folding and back slouching in defeat- no, compromise. He would still plan on how to get out of here today, plenty of time in a whole day. But a few cartoons couldn’t hurt. Anything to take him away from the strain of this place.

With a sigh laden with too many emotions, Cyber raised his hand again, looking at the floor with a red face.