Toilet Slaves Scatology - Funnel Piss Drinking

Upon my arrival at the fraternity, I was informed that in order to be initiated into the brotherhood, I would have to undergo a series of humiliating and degrading activities. However, when the sorority girls unveiled their plan for me, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. They had a thing for peeing all over neophytes and I wasn't about to protest when faced with such a perverse opportunity.

Stripped naked, I lay helpless on the floor as they surrounded me, their yellow-stained panties and skirts billowing in the air. Their laughter echoed through the room as they taunted me with their pee-soaked words. One of the girls approach me with a test tube filled with her golden nectar, positioning it directly above my eager mouth. "Drink up, toilet slave," she commanded, squeezing the contents of the test tube onto my tongue, forcing me to swallow her piss uncontrollably.

They took turns, each girl relieving themselves onto the test tube before slowly lowering it onto my face. The cool liquid slithered down my cheeks and into my open mouth, filling me with their potent scent. They laughed as I gagged on their pee but encouraged me to drink more, pushing their hips forward to pour even more of their piss over my face and into my mouth. I eagerly drank every last drop, savoring the taste of their warm essence filling my belly.

Finally sated, they lowered the tube away from my face, leaving me gasping for breath. My body trembled with anticipation as they pulled out a long tube from a bag by the door. It ended with a funnel made to fit perfectly over my open mouth. "Now it's time for the grand finale," one of the girls smirked as they attached the funnel to the test tube. "You get to drink all of our pee, toilet slave."

I squirmed in anticipation as they began to fill the funnel with their golden showers. The sensation of it filling my mouth made me wet with excitement. The pee spilled over the sides of the funnel, dribbling down my chin and onto my neck, but I didn't mind. I was their toilet, their personal human funnel, and I would gladly drink every last drop of their piss. As the final drops slid down the funnel, I was left breathless and utterly satisfied. My eyes watered, and I could taste their pee all over my tongue and lips. I had never felt so full or so alive.

They all laughed and cheered as they untied me, congratulating me on my initiation into the fraternity. My heart raced as I lay there, my body still filled with their pee. I knew this was just the beginning of an incredible journey filled with toilet slavery and scatological acts that would leave me both humiliated and aroused beyond belief. But for now, I was content knowing I had found a place among like-minded individuals who shared my perverse desires.