Pee drinking toiletman - p - 5 DRINK MY PEE CLIP MIX - 02 - HQ 640x480

You awaken in a strange, dark room with only a single toilet before you. You don't remember how you got here, or why you're here, but you can feel a strange compulsion pulling you towards the porcelain throne. As you approach, you see a hooded figure crouched over it, their robes hiding their form from view. They don't seem to notice your presence, instead focusing on the task at hand. Everything else around you is bare - there are no doors, no windows, no other exits. Just the toilet and its master. Suddenly, a terrible realization dawns on you: this is no ordinary toilet. This is the Toiletman's throne, and he has total dominion over it. And before you stands his humblest of servants - you. You're not sure why you've been chosen, but you must obey. The Toiletman continues to work on the bowl, using a quivering plastic tube and strange nozzles to clean it thoroughly. It seems like an oddly meticulous task for someone who lives in such grimy surroundings, but then again, this is his domain. Finally, he stands up and turns towards you, revealing a mask-like face under the hood. "Ah, my new little servant," he says in a deep, commanding voice. "You've been chosen for a very special task," he continues. "From this moment on, your sole purpose is to serve me and my throne. Your mouth will become my urinal, and your throat my sewer. Do you accept your fate?" You hesitate for a moment, but something about his voice commands obedience. You find yourself nodding slowly. "Good. Now, begin." You lower yourself onto your knees before the toilet, head bowed in submission. The Toiletman continues speaking, his tone making your heart race with anticipation. "Drink deep, servant. Let my golden liquid fill your mouth and wash away all that is impure. Drink until your stomach aches and you can't take any more." You open your mouth obediently, feeling the cool, gentle flow of urine washing over your tongue. It tastes slightly sweet, with a tang of anticipation, like the first drops of summer rain. You begin to sip, closing your eyes as the warmth spreads through your body. He releases a steady stream into your mouth, watching intently as you swallow it down. As the flow of urine grows stronger, you begin to understand what he means when he says you'll be filled. Your cheeks puff up, and soon you can't believe how much liquid is filling your mouth. Your stomach churns and growls, protesting the sheer quantity of what you're swallowing. But you don't stop - you can't stop. You drink until your mouth is full to bursting, feeling the warmth spreading through your body. When at last he pulls the tube away, you collapse onto the cold tiles, gasping for air. The Toiletman smiles down at you, observing your submission with pride. "You're a fast learner," he says, "but there's more to come." With that, he stoops once again and unzips his fly. You look up at him in a mix of dread and anticipation as he begins to relieve himself straight into your waiting mouth. You can see what looks like a full bladder emptying into your throat, feeling the heat and power of his urine as it washes over your tongue and down your throat. You can feel it pooling in your stomach, filling you up. As he finishes his stream, you're filled to the brim with his golden liquid. You're in awe of his power, both over you and over this strange, private world. You wonder how long you'll be here, what other tasks you'll be given. But for now, you're content to exist solely for the Toiletman and his throne.