A Quic Friday Job

I groaned as my three massive captors looked down at me. My lungs burned, and the stale taste of ass and pizza still lingered in my mouth. I tried to move as my stomach churned at the thought of serving these monsters for even a second more, but the bindings wouldn't budge an inch.

Sam laughed. "I told you he'd try to escape," she said. "It's always best to bind them up."

Christine rolled her eyes and sighed. She hated being proven wrong.

"Yeah, yeah," she reluctantly agreed. "But we can't just keep him bound up forever. What do we do now?"

The three women looked at each other, glancing down at me occasionally. They rose lazily to their feet and adjourned from the bathroom momentarily. I could hear them arguing outside, but my ears were still ringing and I couldn't make much of it out. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, I slowly began to rock side to side, much like a turtle trying to right itself. If I could get off my back and onto my knees, I just might have been able to find a way to escape.

The floor was hard and cold, and my back ached as I slowly rocked back and forth. With each attempt, I was able to move just a bit more. The metal bindings chafed on my wrists and ankles but now wasn't the time to worry about something minor like pain. My vision began to blur as the pain intensified. The cuffs were gouging my wrists at this point, but I didn't care. I had to get out.

Before long, my efforts paid off. With one last grunt, pain shot up my arms like lightning bolts. My body rolled to the side as I felt my center of gravity shift. I had done it, I was on my stomach. I took a deep breath and forced myself to my knees. The chain connecting the cuffs made it impossible to stand, but at least now I could shuffle towards the door.

The cuffs on my ankles yanked forward as the chain went fully taught as I moved forward, causing me to yelp out in pain. My face went pale as soon as I realized what I had done. The arguing outside went silent and the bathroom door swung open. Christine was the first to enter.

"Oh you poor stupid boy," she spoke, her voice quivering with rage. "You really should not have done that."

"I, I..." I tried to think of an excuse, but Christine cut me off before I could finish.

"We've decided to keep you as a permanent slave," she continued. "We had hoped you'd accept that serving us is an honor, but it appears you are wrong."

Sam stepped into the bathroom, a grin on her face.

"It looks like we'll have to train him to accept what he is," she said. "I'm sure it won't take more than a few months."

Christine nodded. "Hopefully, but we'll do what we need to."

Nicole waddled in behind Sam.

"You think he can help with the rent too? I'm tired of working," she mused.

Christine started to roll her eyes but suddenly looked like she had come up with an idea.

"Actually," she thought out loud. "We could always rent his services out to the highest bidder..."

"Or his holes!" Sam chimed in, much to Christine's annoyance.

I tried to speak up.

"You, you can't do this!" I exclaimed in protest. "I'm a person with rights!"

Sam laughed.

"Not to us, you aren't!" she replied. "Besides, isn't sex work illegal? If you reported us, you'd be screwed too!"

Christine smiled slyly as she glared down at me.

"Sounds like we're all in agreement," she stated. "Well, all of us that matter anyway. However, we still need to do something about your little escape attempt."

I looked up at Christine, my eyes quivering. She truly was massive and intimidating, especially from this angle. Her stomach largely obscured her face, and it looked like she was at least four times my size. Bound up like this, I truly was helpless against my new owners. My face grew cold when I realized what I had just thought. These women, these fat, selfish, ruthless slobs, controlled my life now. I was at their mercy.

Christine took a step forward. I could feel the floor rumble as her foot came down.

"From now on you'll be required to do anything we demand," she barked. "You are forbidden attempts to avoid service, any complaining, and especially any escape attempts. Failing to obey our rules will result in immediate and severe corrective action. Allow me to demonstrate."

I tried to shuffle backward, but I was practically immobilized by a combination of fear and my bindings. Christine took another step forward, enjoying watching me squirm as she did.

"P-please," I begged, "I didn't mean any harm..."

Sam giggled behind Christine as I made a fool of myself. One more heavy step forward and Christine was towering directly over me. I could smell the unwashed sweat between her folds as she reached down and effortlessly grabbed my head. Her powerful, fat arm pulled my face forward into the musky gap beneath her skirt.

Christine's massive legs began to part as she squatted slightly. With her free hand, she lifted her heavy belly and pushed my head further into her hairy crotch. Her unshaven pussy smelled of stale sweat and urine, and I did my best to resist a cough.

"Open your mouth," she ordered. "Cup your lips around my urethra."

Whatever defiance was left in me melted away. There was nothing I could do here. I knew what was coming and was powerless to stop it. I opened my sore jaw and pressed my lips against Christine's hairy mound. I could taste the dried sweat on her hair as she let out a soft grunt. I felt her bare down, and what followed was distinctly unpleasant.

The stream of hot piss started slowly. Christine was unsurprisingly not well hydrated, and as a result, her urine was salty and bitter. I let out a gag as it dribbled onto my tongue. Still, it wasn't nearly as bad as Sam's stale pizza farts. Christine bore down harder, letting loose a rippling fart as the stream intensified.

"You are nothing more than furniture," Christine spoke. "I'd never fart while pissing around a real man, but you are nothing of the sort."

For some reason, this resonated strongly with me, and I was overwhelmed with shame. Everyone tends to fart while relieving themselves, but I had never actually seen or heard a woman do it until today. That's how little these three thought of me.

Unfortunately, I didn't have long to consider how truly emasculating this was. The foul air trapped underneath Christine's skirt wafted up my nose and I couldn't help but choke and gag. She held me in place firmly in response, and the stream began to fill my mouth.

"My toilet doesn't complain, and neither should you," Christine barked. "You'll learn sooner or later to appreciate, or even enjoy the gifts we give you."

I tried to shake my head in defiance, but Christine was far too powerful. The stream of hot bitter piss intensified as another soft squeak emerged from her ass. I didn't have time to think about the fart, though. If I didn't swallow now, I'd be overwhelmed by the flow of piss. I took a deep breath, ignoring the foul stench pouring into my nostrils as I did so, and gulped.

The salty urine burned on the way down and immediately triggered a gagging retch. My body trembled as it tried to revolt against this horrid task, but Christine would have none of it. Uncaringly and equally effortlessly, she held me in place as I thrashed. I started to choke on the urine, and the stench of the gas trapped inside the makeshift prison wasn't helping matters. I tried to speak, to beg, to signal in some way that I couldn't handle this, but Christine did not care. She just held on to my head as continued to piss down my throat.

"Wow!" Nicole exclaimed. "You're really letting him have it."

Christine nodded. "Of course, you have to break them in. If you coddle them, they'll never learn.

Nicole nodded, almost studiously, as Christine gave her lecture. The three women truly cared nothing for me or the absolute nightmare I was suffering underneath Christine's long skirt. To them, I was just another toy for their amusement. They'd use me however they liked, and there was nothing I could do.

I tried my best to regain my composure and gulp down the ever-growing pool of urine in my mouth. The combination of fart odor and piss taste was making it very difficult to convince my body to agree, however. Still, I managed to take another swig before my mouth overflowed. I could feel the warm liquid pour down my throat and pool in my empty stomach. I couldn't imagine ever getting used to this.

I sucked down a third gulp, and then a fourth. Before long, the strength of Christine's flow began to wane. Somehow I had made it through this nightmare. The piss slowed to a dribble as I sucked down the last of it. As I finished my first-ever experience as a toilet, Christine grabbed my head and began to rub my face and hair on her pussy.

"You make decent toilet paper as well," she mused. "Just in case you were wondering."

Something about this was nearly as humiliating as the actual toilet service itself. My hair intermixed with hers as she roughly used me to wipe her clean.

Just like toilet paper, as soon as she was done, Christine simply tossed me onto the floor. My chains rattled as I hit the cold bathroom tile with a thud. Pain and humiliation aside, at least the air down here was fresh. As I regained my composure, I turned to look up at Christine, who was glaring down at me.

"Slave," she barked. "Did you just receive my gifts and not thank me for it?"

I didn't know what to say.

"I, I thought it was a punishment," I replied. "Why would I thank you for that?"

Christine crossed her arms angrily.

"Nicole, why don't you use him now?" she asked. "It's clear this useless toilet doesn't know its place yet."

Nicole grinned as she nodded.

"W-wait," I cried out. "Thank you for your gifts, Goddess!"

Nicole and Christine both ignored me. I lay there trembling on the floor, reeking of piss and ass, trying to figure out something, anything to appease them. Unfortunately, I was far too slow. Christine, fully nude, straddled me and dropped to her knees. She reached down and grabbed my damp, messy hair, and pulled my face up to her pussy.

I felt her bare down, and in a panic, I opened my mouth and pressed my lips against her crotch. I was just in time, as the familiar-tasting hot liquid began to fill my mouth. Being on my back, nearly crushed by Nicole's body, was far worse than serving as a toilet on my knees. The piss shot straight back into my throat, and I was forced to immediately and repeatedly swallow.

As the stream grew in intensity, I felt a hot ripple against my stomach. My face grew bright red in humiliation. Just like Christine, Nicole cared not for how I felt and was openly farting on me as she relieved herself into my mouth. I tried to struggle, but against over three hundred pounds of weight, I was useless.

Nicole bore down harder, letting loose a silent, hot, hissing fart against my stomach as she forced the stream to intensify. I instinctively tried to pull my head away to avoid choking but could do nothing to escape. Gulp after painful gulp, my stomach began to fill. I could feel the urine sloshing around inside of me as my stomach found its new role as a toilet drain. I could barely breathe, let alone stop the flow, and my stomach wanted nothing more than to rebel.

I began to choke and gag against Nicole's fat mound.

Nicole let out a soft moan. "That almost feels nice," she mused.

I tried my best to keep my roiling stomach under control as Nicole finished using me. The bitter stream began to peter out just as I was on the edge of losing the battle. A few more gulps later and Nicole had, finally, completely stopped.

Just like Christine before her, Nicole used me as her personal toilet paper. At first she simply rubbed her massive crotch back and forth against my face. Unsatisfied with that outcome, she then took a play from Christine's book and shifted my head, callously using my already-matted hair. Once she was done, she simply dropped me to the floor and rose with a grunt.

It went against every ounce of hate I had for these three women, but I knew what I had to do.

"Thank you for your gifts, Goddess Nicole," I groveled, barely managing to speak after that torment. I could feel the piss sloshing in my stomach as I spoke.

"Thank you for what, specifically?" Nicole asked.

My face turned bright red. She really was going to make me say it.

"Thank you for your wonderful golden piss, and your delightful farts," I choked out. "I would love nothing more to serve you like this at your every whim, every day."

Nicole laughed. "Don't worry, I don't plan on using the regular old toilet anymore," she replied. "This is just so much more convenient."

My heart sank at the thought of that. Enduring this ten, maybe twenty times per day between the three of them, was a harrowing task.

In the meantime, the two women turned to Sam, likely seeing if she had to go to the bathroom too. Sam shook her head, understanding their inquisitive looks immediately.

"Don't really have to piss right now," Sam spoke. "After that pizza though, I really could take a dump..."

My eyes widened, but Christine interjected.

"We're not using him that way," she spoke. "Too much risk of contamination, don't want to ruin him, at least not for a while."

I let loose a sigh of release, but something about the way Sam was looking at me made me uneasy. Fortunately, Sam nodded reluctantly.

"Fine," she sounded disappointed. "I guess that makes sense."

Christine seemed to almost feel bad for her.

"There's still plenty else you can do," Christine replied. "Did you have anything fun in mind?"

Sam's eyes lit up.

"Actually, yes," she replied, grinning. "I think I know just the thing."