Miss Dula's studio was buzzing with excitement. She had just acquired a human toilet, and her three close friends were eager to take turns using him. The toilet was an average-looking man, bound and gagged, dressed in nothing but white briefs. His eyes widened in fear as he saw the three woman approaching him.
"Now, remember," Miss Dula said to the man. "You are not to consider us as you would a real toilet. In fact, you are to treat us as if we were real women."
The first friend, Sarah, climbed onto the toilet's lap, sitting skillfully on his hardening cock. She ignored him, instead focusing on the task at hand. She peed into a jug next to them, filling it up slowly.
Once Sarah was done, she stepped aside, and the second friend, Emma, sat down on the toilet's lap. Emma's pee flowed much faster than Sarah's, causing the jug to fill up more quickly. When she was done, she stepped aside, and the third friend, Sophia, took her place.
As Sophia peed into the jug, the toilet struggled not to cum. His cock was throbbing with desire, but he knew he was not allowed. Once Sophia was done, she too stepped aside, and Miss Dula removed the funnel from the toilet's mouth.
"Now then," Miss Dula said, "touch that little cock you have."
Reluctantly, the toilet reached down and started to stroke his erection. It was covered in pee, saliva, and humiliation. He could feel their spit mixed with his precum, a constant reminder of who he was and what he was being made to do.
"Who knows," Miss Dula teased, "maybe we'll let you cum. Maybe we won't."
The toilet didn't know what to expect. All he knew was that he was their plaything, their tool for pleasure and humiliation. He had never felt so low, so used, but he also knew that this was everything he deserved.
