Pee drinking toiletman - POV - You Are My Toilet For Pee - 03 - HD 1280x720

As you stood before him, your heart racing with anticipation, the Pee Drinking Toiletman smiled down at you, his commanding presence filling the room. He was dressed in black leather from head to toe, his muscular physique accentuated by the harness straps crisscrossing over his chest and abs. A thick chain from his crotch draped down between his legs, emphasizing his dominance and the perverse nature of your role in his world.

He motioned for you to come closer, and you obeyed without hesitation, feeling a mix of fear and excitement as you approached him. He stood by a full-length mirror, and as you looked up at him in the reflection, you couldn't help but notice the glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

Without a word, he grabbed your chin and tilted your head back, exposing your neck and throat. He ran his thumb along your jawline, tracing a path down to your collarbone. "Your head is wet enough," he growled softly. "It's time for you to taste my pee."

You shivered at his words, feeling both repulsed and aroused by the thought of what was to come. He grabbed your wrist firmly and led you over to the back of the toilet, indicating that you should kneel down in front of it. As you lowered yourself onto your knees, the cold ceramic of the toilet seat pressing against your skin, you felt your stomach churn with anticipation. The toilet paper roll lay on the floor next to you, mocking you with its innocence.

He settled comfortably onto the throne, his powerful legs spread wide, and for a moment, you wondered how something so nasty could be so irresistibly sexy. As he unzipped his pants, a thick stream of urine flowed out of him, hitting the water with a loud splash. He flexed his muscles, making his cock twitch as it grew harder, thicker, and more intimidating in front of you. "Drink up, my little toilet," he commanded, his voice manly and filled with dominance.

Tentatively, you leaned forward, your face mere inches away from the yellow liquid, the warmth of it on your skin making you shudder. Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth as wide as you could, ready to accept whatever he was going to give you. And then he did it. With one swift motion, he shoved his engorged cock directly into your mouth, forcing his hot, salty pee down your throat.

You gagged and choked, struggling to control the sudden influx of fluid, but the more you resisted, the more he pushed, his hands holding your head firmly in place as he fucked your face with his cock and your mouth with his piss. The taste was utterly revolting, but somehow, it only managed to enhance the sense of submission and humiliation that washed over you. You were his toilet, and there was no denying it now.

As he finally pulled out, his cock thick and glistening with your saliva, he stepped back and admired the sight of you kneeling in front of him, mouth gaping open, face covered in his piss. "You're quite the sight," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Remember this moment, my little toilet. Because the next time you see yourself in the mirror, you'll know that you've truly earned your place by my side."