Once upon a time, there was a bustling bar where ladies would convene for drinks and laughter. As the night wore on, their need for a private place to relieve themselves became more pressing. Thankfully, the bar had its very own human toilet on standby, always at the ready to serve. The toilet slave, Ronald, had been stationed there for quite some time now, and he'd grown accustomed to the routine. He enjoyed the odor of excrement on his tongue after a long day of work. It reminded him of his place in the world—a toilet for women to use as they pleased.
One evening, however, things took an unexpected turn. The owner of the bar noticed that several new human toilets had opened up in the area. He realized that his regulars might begin to stray if they could find fresher faces to service their needs. Determined to keep his customers satisfied, he hatched a plan.
The next day, when Ronald arrived at the bar, he found a man dressed in a suit and tie bound to a stool beside him. "What's going on?" he asked, confused.
The owner approached with a sinister grin. "We've got ourselves a bit of a situation," he said, his voice low and menacing. "It seems that there are new human toilets around town, and our ladies are growing impatient. To keep them coming back, we're going to need to try something new."
Ronald's heart sank. He knew what this meant. The man beside him, a poor unsuspecting businessman who'd come to the bar for a drink, would be used by the patrons in place of him. The women were going to get their way regardless of whether Ronald was there or not.
The first patron arrived, a tall woman with long legs and a fierce demeanor. She strutted over to the two men, unzipping her pants as she approached. She lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her pussy just inches from the businessman's face. The room stank of urine, but the man didn't flinch. He gazed up at her, his eyes filled with fear and anticipation.
The woman began to urinate, her hot golden stream splashing against the businessman's face. He opened his mouth wide, ready to receive her piss. He'd been trained well; even though he was terrified and humiliated, he couldn't resist the primal instinct to consume what was given to him. She finished peeing and stood up, leaving him there to lick the last drops from the floor.
The night wore on, and one after another, the women used the businessman as a human toilet paper. Some urinated into his mouth, others defecated, filling it with shit and toilet paper. He ate and swallowed everything without hesitation. His tongue worked furiously, scrubbing at the walls of his mouth to clean himself between uses. He was just a tool for them—a disposable object meant to service their needs.
As the hours passed, Ronald watched as the man's face grew paler and more sickly. He looked like a shell of his former self, his eyes sunken and his skin slick with sweat. Despite the horror of his situation, there was an undeniable arousal that permeated the room. The women giggled and made lewd comments, enjoying the power trip they derived from using another human being in such a degrading way.
Finally, the night came to an end. The owner untied the businessman and led him away, his mind reeling with the events of the night. Ronald was left alone, wondering if this was the beginning of the end for him as well. Would they soon grow tired of him and replace him with someone else? The thought haunted his dreams as he cleaned up the remnants of the evening's festivities.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The businessman was never seen again, but the women continued to visit the bar. To Ronald's surprise, they didn't seem to mind him anymore. In fact, some even sought out his services over the others. He wondered if they had found someone else to replace the businessman or if they were just satisfied with him now.
The life of a toilet slave was never easy, but Ronald had learned to accept it. He was used to the smells and tastes of human waste. He knew his place in the world—to be a disposable toilet for the pleasure of others. And as long as he could serve his purpose, he supposed he could live with that.
