The bathroom was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the cold tile floor. Mistress stood over the cowering figure of the young boy, his foreskin-covered member quivering in fear. She sneered down at him, her eyes glinting with malice.
"You're nothing but a sperm bucket, a toilet," she spat, her voice dripping with disgust. She relieved herself onto his face, a mix of urine and semen that made him gag. Mistress stepped on his testicles with her high heel, causing him to wince in pain as she continued to insult him.
"You're pathetic," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "You're nothing without me."
Mistress wrapped a spiked chastity belt around his waist, securing it tightly and causing him to gasp. She grabbed his foreskin and pulled it back, exposing his sensitive tip before roughly stroking him. The boy tried to resist, but Mistress's grip was too strong. He whimpered as she continued to pleasure him.
"You're mine now," she whispered in his ear, her voice sharp and commanding. "Don't forget that."
She penetrated him with her massive member, causing him to cry out in pain and pleasure. Mistress laughed as she thrust deeper, her moans growing louder as she reached her climax. The boy couldn't help but moan as she finished, his body trembling as she pulled out.
Mistress smiled down at him, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Good boy. You've served your purpose."
She got up and walked away, leaving the boy to recover on the bathroom floor. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure, despite the pain and humiliation. He was Mistress's toilet boy, and he couldn't deny the thrill that came with it.
"Don't forget who you belong to," Mistress called over her shoulder.
The boy nodded, his body still trembling from the encounter. He belonged to Mistress, and he would do anything to please her. Even if it meant being her toilet boy.
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