You're not a man. You're not even a person. You're just a toilet for me to mess and piss into whenever nature calls. Your lips are my toilet seat. Your tongue is my toilet paper. Your mouth is my personal filth collector. Your stomach is my sewage tank, ready to be filled with my waste at any time, night or day. When I want to flush, your throat will contract, and you'll swallow down every bit of the filth that I've deposited into you. You're a toilet that loves to be fed. You are my little toilet boy, aren't you? I don't even need to brainwash you into the job, but I will. I wan... Show more