He thought he was in control.
But all it took was one mistake for everything to change.
Trapped in a secret facility, he is reduced to his most basic utility: being an object of scatological use.
No questions. No touching. No choice.
Just dirty orders, heavy buttocks, and fluids being poured into your face as punishment, as correction… as routine.
The women who dominate you are not interested in sexual pleasure — they want to humiliate.
And you will be the receptacle of it all:
Forced farts straight up your nose.
Hot urine spilled without warning.
Feces shoved contemptuously down your throat.
Face sitting with total control of your breathing, until consciousness wavers.
With each session, your mind cracks.
You cry, moan, beg — and you continue to be used.
Because here, you are no longer a man.
You are their toilet.
And toilets do not complain. They swallow.
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