Toiletman walked into the dimly lit dungeon, his heavy boots echoing off the cold stone walls. He was a big man, with broad shoulders and thick muscles that strained against his tight black leather armor. His face was hidden beneath the shadow of his helmet, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible in the darkness. He approached the bound figure kneeling in the corner, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation.
"You've been a bad girl again," he growled, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. "I think it's time for some punishment."
The woman, dressed in a skimpy leather outfit that barely covered her ample curves, trembled at his words. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't help but feel both terrified and aroused by the thought of it.
"P-Please, Master Toiletman," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I promise I'll be good from now on."
He laughed darkly, a deep chuckle that resonated throughout the dungeon. "Oh, I don't think you can promise that, my pet," he said, taking a step closer to her. "Now open your mouth wide... and say 'ahhh'."
With a trembling hand, she reached up and opened her mouth, her lips parting to reveal her quivering tongue. "Ahhh," she breathed, anticipation making her heart race.
Toiletman reached into a pouch at his belt and pulled out a small vial, uncorking it as he approached her. He held the vial to her lips, and she could see that it was filled with a murky yellow liquid.
"Drink," he commanded, his voice cold.
She hesitated for just a moment before a wave of excited anticipation washed over her. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, opening her mouth wide as she felt the cool liquid trickle down her throat. It was not long before the vial was empty, but she didn't stop until Toiletman gently pushed her away with his hand.
"Delicious," he growled, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Now come here, my little pet."
He led her over to a large metal contraption that looked like some kind of medieval torture device. It was made up of interconnected pipes and funnels, with a small opening at the top where a person's mouth would fit. Toiletman positioned the woman at the top of the device, her legs spread wide and her body pressed against it.
"Pee," he commanded, his voice echoing through the dungeon.
The woman closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let loose a torrent of pee. It flowed down through the device and into a waiting bucket below. Toiletman watched it with hungry eyes, his hand moving to his crotch as he felt himself growing hard beneath his armor.
"Drink it all," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
She hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and sticking her tongue into the bucket. She pulled out her tongue, covered in the warm, sweet-smelling fluid, and began lapping at it hungrily. Toiletman watched as she lapped at the pee, her mouth opening wide to take in more of the flavor.
"That's it, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice full of lust. "Drink up every last drop."
As she lapped at the last drops of pee from the bucket, Toiletman reached down and freed one of his heavy metal-clad hands. He circled her face with his gloved finger, tracing the outline of her lips and teasing her with the tip of one of his fingers. Then he slid his hand around her throat, pulling her body tight against his as his Other Worldly Cock began to grow stiff and erect within his metal armor.
