The room was dimly lit, casting shadows on the walls as the girls gathered around a figure strapped to a chair. He was their personal toilet, their Pee Drinking Toiletman (PDT), and they had big plans for him tonight. They had been drinking all day, which meant he would be enjoying a full bladder in preparation for what was to come.
"Okay, girls. Tonight's the night!" one of them whispered with glee. They laughed among themselves, the alcohol flowing freely in their veins. Their target looked up at them, his eyes unfocused and dazed. He could barely keep his head upright as they prepared for their nefarious party.
One of the girls unbuckled his pants, exposing his underwear to the cool air. She grinned, revealing yellowed teeth, and yanked them down, exposing his soft penis and hairy testicles. The stench of sweat and fear emanated from his body. He groaned in protest, knowing what was coming.
"You're going to make such a mess, darling," another girl said, giggling. She reached for a pitcher of water and poured it onto his lap, soaking his pants and underwear. The cool water felt sharp against his skin. He shivered in anticipation, both of what was to come and the realization of how much he was under their control.
"Drink it up, toilet man," said the first girl, grinning widely. She put her hand on his head and forced him to look down at himself. His cock and balls were covered in a thin layer of water, glistening in the dim light. It was enough to make any man squirm, but he had no choice but to comply.
He did as he was told, opening his mouth wide, and swallowing the cool liquid inside. It sloshed around in his stomach, causing him to grimace. He closed his eyes, trying to will the horrible taste away. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally pulled her hand away, leaving him gasping for air.
Without warning, the second girl straddled him, her thighs quivering in excitement. She lowered her panties to her ankles, exposing her wet, red pussy to him. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chin, and took his face in her hands.
"Drink it, toilet man," she commanded. "Drink my pee."
He cried out, begging for mercy, but it was too late. She pushed his head into her crotch, forcing his mouth against her wet folds. He tasted the bitter tang of her urine, felt it pouring down his throat. It was the most humiliating thing he had ever done, knowing that these girls were using him as nothing more than a human toilet.
One by one, they each took turns using him in this degrading way. The stench of pee filled the air, mingling with the smell of sweat and alcohol. He could feel his stomach churning from all the liquid he had consumed, but he knew there was no escape.
As the night wore on, their actions became more depraved. They took turns spanking him, slapping him, calling him names. He begged for mercy, for them to stop, but they ignored him. They were too caught up in their deviant pleasure to care about his pain.
Finally, as dawn broke, they released him. They had succeeded in their task of breaking him down completely. He lay there, soaked in sweat and urine, his body trembling from the ordeal. He swore he would never drink again, never let himself get that out of control again. But deep down, he knew that this experience had changed him irrevocably.
