Pee drinking toiletman - p - ls - DRINK ALL MY PEE - 04 - HD 1280x720

Toiletman has been waiting patiently for his master's arrival. He knows that his duty today is to drink all of the urine that his master deems fit to give him. He stands by the side of the bed, clad in nothing but his rubber slaved outfit, ready to serve. When his master finally enters the room, he wastes no time in issuing his first command. He points towards the small table beside the bed, upon which rests a pitcher and a glass. "Drink it," he says, his voice cold and commanding. Toiletman nods obediently and approaches the table. He raises the glass to his lips and takes a sip of the cool, golden liquid inside. It tastes strongly of his master's urine, but already he can feel the warmth spreading through his body. He takes another sip, feeling his cock begin to stir within the confines of his rubber suit. "Good boy," his master says, approval clear in his voice. "Now, go and prepare for your next task." Toiletman nods once more and does as he's told. He kneels by the edge of the bed, positioning himself between his master's legs. He reaches out a gloved hand to grasp his master's cock, already half-hard in anticipation. "Not yet," his master says, his voice low and threatening. "You need to earn it first." Toiletman nods in understanding. He knows that he must show his enthusiasm and devotion if he wants to be rewarded with his master's hot piss. He leans forward, pressing his cheek against the cool, smooth surface of the bed. "Suck my cock," his master demands, and Toiletman wastes no time in obeying. He wraps his lips around the hard shaft, sucking greedily as he bobs his head up and down. He feels the warmth and weight of his master's balls pressing against the back of his throat, filling him with a sense of submissive pleasure. As he continues to pleasure his master, he hears the familiar sound of urine hitting the toilet bowl. His master's bladder is filling, and soon he will have the privilege of receiving his pee. Toiletman's cock, still trapped within its confining rubber suit, throbs with anticipation. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, his master commands him to stop. Toiletman releases his cock with a wet pop, and then positions himself behind his master, his rubber-gloved hands ready to receive the hot, golden liquid that is about to fill the bowl. His master grunts as he unloads his bladder, the sound filling the room. Toiletman leans forward, his body trembling with excitement as he catches every precious drop of his master's piss. He drinks it down greedily, feeling the warmth spread through his body as he does so. When at last his master's stream slows to a trickle, Toiletman stands up straight, a look of satisfaction on his face. He looks into his master's eyes, begging silently for more. "Not yet," his master says, a cruel smile playing across his lips. "You still have to lick the bowl clean." Toiletman nods mutely, understanding that this is his final test. He kneels once more, his nose only inches from the golden liquid in the bowl. His tongue flicks out, tasting the lingering traces of his master's urine. He drinks deeply from the bowl, lapping up every last drop as his master watches on, a satisfied smile playing across his lips. Finally, when he's certain that not a single drop of piss remains, Toiletman looks up at his master, hopeful and expectant. "Well done," his master says, a note of approval in his voice. "Now, you may reward yourself." Toiletman nods gratefully and, with one swift move, unbuckles his rubber suit. It falls to the floor, revealing his hard, throbbing cock, already leaking anticipation. He grips it in his hands, stroking it up and down, his breath coming in hot gasps as he finally allows himself the pleasure he's been denied for so long. As he finally gives in to the need building inside him, Toiletman knows that this is what his master intended all along. It is his punishment and his reward, all wrapped up in one. And he wouldn't have it any other way.