There he was, my fat slave chained up in the cage, eagerly anticipating his meal. I could see the desperation in his eyes as he peered out at me from between the bars of the cage. I had him there for weeks now and had turned him into my personal toilet slave.
I took a sip of my coffee and drew a long puff from my cigarette before standing up from my comfortable chair. "Alright, you're free to come out," I said nonchalantly, staring at the slave as he clumsily made his way out of the cage.
He seemed a bit thinner than when I last saw him, but he was still as heavy as ever. His eyes scanned the room hungrily as he took in the sight of the table laid out before him—a plate filled with my freshly-made shit and a bowl of something else next to it.
"Well, well, well," I teased, approaching him with a whip in hand. "Look what I've bought for you today." I smirked as I ran the tip of the whip over his plump, naked body.
"You'll have to eat this if you want your freedom," I told him matter-of-factly, nodding toward the plate on the table. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw what it was—a large mound of steaming shit, freshly prepared just for him.
"And this?" I asked, gesturing to the bowl with the whip. His eyes lit up when he saw the box lying next to it—it was a brand of dog food he'd always loved as a human. His mouth watered as he realized what I was about to do.
"That's dog food, isn't it?" he asked timidly, his voice quavering slightly. I merely smiled in response, not giving anything away.
"You were so hungry that I thought I'd add some flavor to your meal," I explained nonchalantly, grabbing the whip and cracking it against his ass. "Now, eat!"
He didn't hesitate this time; his hands shook as he began scooping up the mixture of my shit and dog food into his mouth. It was disgusting, of course, but he was hungry enough to ignore that.
I watched him for a while, making sure he didn't stop eating. Once he looked like he'd had enough, I checked the time on my phone—it was almost noon, and I had other things to do today.
"Alright," I said, walking over to the table. "You've had your fun. Leave what you haven't finished on the plate, I'll take care of it later."
My slave nodded obediently, his face beet red from embarrassment and the heat of his cheeks. Heart hammering in anticipation, he waited for me to leave so he could finally be alone with his filth.
I couldn't help but chuckle as I walked out of the room, leaving him to his own devices. Poor thing didn't realize that even if he had finished every last bite, there was still more where that came from—and I intended to keep him well-fed on my shit for as long as he was mine.
