Trapped in the solitary confinement booth at the slave training academy, he felt his heart race as he heard the door to the cell clang shut. The room was dark and stuffy, with only a small slit for air, and the smell of urine and feces was almost overwhelming. He had been struggling to keep up with the grueling training regime of the academy, and his superiors believed that this harsh punishment would help him catch up on his mates. Stuck in the confines of the booth, he wondered what horrors awaited him.
As he sat there, trembling with fear and anticipation, he heard a soft feminine voice enter the room. "Oh hello," the voice purred, "I see they've sent you to me for some extra help." There was a moment of silence, and then the door to the toilet stall creaked open. He couldn't see anyone through the darkness, but he could tell that someone was standing right in front of him. A cold metal object pressed against his forehead, and he tensed up instinctively.
"Now now," the voice chided, "no need to be afraid. I'm just going to help you with your training." The pressure on his forehead eased slightly, but the object remained firmly planted there. Suddenly, the person in front of him thrust their hips forward, pressing their crotch against his face. He could feel the warmth emanating from between their legs, and the soft rustling of fabric as they moved.
The person squatted down over the toilet and exposed their bare, puckered asshole. He caught a glimpse of black lace panties before they were pushed aside. His mouth went dry, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and fear course through his veins. The scent of excrement intensified as he watched the person defecate right in front of him.
"Open wide," the voice commanded, and before he could react, hot steaming shit was forcefully shoved into his mouth. He gagged and choked, unable to believe what was happening. He felt like he was going to vomit, but he knew better than to disobey. He forced himself to swallow the foul-tasting mass, repeating the process as more shit was forcefully shoved down his throat.
"That's a good boy," the voice praised, and he felt a small tremor of satisfaction course through him. He had never imagined that anyone could find pleasure in such a disgusting act, but he couldn't deny the arousal that was slowly building inside him. The person continued to fill his mouth with their feces, forcing him to swallow it all.
Throughout the ordeal, he could hear the echoes of other people in the bathroom, going about their business. He imagined they could hear the sounds of retching and gagging coming from the isolated stall, but nobody came to investigate. His body was in a whirlwind of emotions, and he couldn't help but feel both embarrassed and turned on by the situation.
Finally, the person stood up, and the pressure on his forehead abated. "That should do it for now," he heard her say. "But don't forget, you have another teacher to see soon. Don't want to keep her waiting." There was the sound of footsteps, and then the door to the stall slammed shut, leaving him alone once again.
Shaking and trembling, he tried to process what had just happened. He couldn't believe that he had just ingested another person's feces, but there was no denying the arousal that still pulsing through his veins. As he wondered what horrors awaited him next, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation.
