Dirty Priest hardcore domination - Trampled and pissed

Today, after a long day of confessions and blessings, the Dirty Priest was ready to take matters into his own hands. The thought of dominating his helpless toilet slave had been burning in his mind for weeks, and he knew that today was the day he would finally relieve himself of all his built-up frustrations. Entering his dungeon, the Dirty Priest strutted towards his trembling toy, who lay cowering on the cold, hard floor. "Stand up, slave," he commanded, his voice echoing off the stone walls. The slave trembled but obeyed, rising to its feet before its master. With a sinister grin, the Dirty Priest approached the trembling creature, his towering frame casting a shadow over it. "Today," he began, his voice cold and menacing, "you will be my plaything." The slave whimpered in fear as its master took hold of its stubby little cock, pulling it painfully hard before letting it go slack again. "First, let's clean you up," he sneered, reaching down and lifting the slave's head towards his crotch. The scent of the Dirty Priest's stale sweat and unwashed balls filled the slave's nostrils, and it knew what was coming next. With shaking hands, the slave took hold of its master's underwear and began wiping its clammy, sweaty balls clean. "Excellent work, slave," the Dirty Priest purred, his eyes gleaming with perverse pleasure. "Now, I believe it's time for you to show your gratitude." The slave trembled in anticipation as its master unzipped his pants, freeing his massive, engorged cock from its confines. "I want you to worship my cock, slave," he growled, "and when you're done, I want you to take it deep into your throat." Obeying his master's command, the slave bent down and began to lick and suckle at the Dirty Priest's meaty shaft. It tasted foul, like sweat and stale genitals, but the slave couldn't resist its master's commands. As the slave's tongue flicked against his sensitive flesh, the Dirty Priest grew impatient. "Enough of that," he snarled, pushing the slave away. "It's time for your true purpose." With a menacing gleam in his eye, the Dirty Priest grabbed hold of the slave's naked form and began to march towards the middle of the room. "What are you doing, master?" the slave stammered, feeling the cold floor beneath its bare feet. "You'll see," the Dirty Priest laughed, his voice echoing through the dungeon. "Now SHUT UP and obey." As if sensing the Dirty Priest's urge to pee, the slave trembled with anticipation. It knew what was coming next, and it was desperate to please its master. Finally, the Dirty Priest halted in front of a large golden throne. Inscribed upon it were words of power and domination, reflecting the perverse desires that lay within him. "This," he declared grandly, "is your throne, slave. From now on, you will worship at my feet." With a devious grin, the Dirty Priest lifted one foot high into the air, placing it right near the trembling slave's face. At this point, the slave could resist no longer; it knew what it had to do. Slowly and deliberately, the slave lowered its head, engaging in a wet, sloppy kiss with the Dirty Priest's foot. As it did so, the Dirty Priest felt a warm, satisfying pressure building within him. "Good boy," he purred, feeling himself begin to release. "Now drink…" With that, the Dirty Priest allowed his bladder to give way, unleashing a powerful stream of urine directly onto the trembling slave's face. The hot, stinging liquid splashed against the slave's skin, filling its mouth and eyes with the Dirty Priest's piss. As the last drops of urine seeped into the slave's pores, the Dirty Priest lowered his leg, admiring his handiwork. The slave lay there, its face and body covered in the Dirty Priest's urine, trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal. "A good day's work," the Dirty Priest chuckled, his voice echoing through the empty dungeon. "I think I'll keep this one around for a while longer."