doitbro: “Errhhh,” I tried to insist as I looked up at them. I tried to move, but could barely even
doitbro: “Errhhh,” I tried to insist as I looked up at them. I tried to move, but could barely even wiggle. “Mrrrhhh-eehh,” I attempted to threaten through the penis-shaped gag in my mouth. “Now now,” He leaned forward and rubbed his hands together, “you were the one that thought this room was weird, remember? You thought it was strange how it looked kind of like a bathroom but there was an empty space where the toilet should be? Well, as it turns out, this room has a toilet after all. A living, breathing, butt plugged, cock caged toilet,” He shook his head, “but a toilet just the same. We are going to use you until your mouth doesn’t even notice the taste anymore.” “At this point the only question,” His brother pointed at me, “is what kind of toilet you want to be. Do you want to be a urinal: the kind of toilet guys stand up to use, facing you with their dicks? Still a toilet, to be sure, but a toilet men only piss, spit, and - if you’re really lucky - cum in? Because, you see, if you keep resisting, and struggling, and trying to escape then you’re going to be the other kind of toilet. The kind of toilet we face with our butts, sit on top of, and do way more than piss in.” He laughed, “Aww, you see there? He stopped struggling. Looks like we might have an obedient urinal on our hands.” His brother sighed and shook his head, “We’ll see, I still think he’s a disobedient little shit. Just give it a little time and I bet he’ll prove to be a real stinker. He’s so full of crap, he’s not going to be able to stop himself from resisting this latest predicament, you just watch.” “Hmmm,” He smirked, “is that what you are? Are you full of crap?” I shook my head vigorously. His brother pointed at me again, “Do you want us, and all our male friends, to use your face as a toilet for our dicks?” I nodded as big and deliberate as I could. “We’ll see,” He sounded skeptical and looked at his brother, “do you want to try out our new toilet first or should I?” “You go first,” His brother smirked at me, “I’m going to give this faker a little preview of how much his life is going to stink of dirty, sweaty ass, and I don’t want you to have to take a piss after I fill the room with that smell.” “How considerate. I, of all people, know how bad it can stink when you rip ass bro, so I really appreciate the thought. Well then, if you don’t mind stepping out, the toilet and I have some important business to take care of.” Uhh fuck. -- source link