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Ben sobbed silently, the sound drowned out by the weighty humilator-gag hanging from his mouth. Behind the gag he was bright red with shame, heat radiating from his face and nude body.
Still unsure why he had been brought here, Ben crouched on the...

Ben sobbed silently, the sound drowned out by the weighty humilator-gag hanging from his mouth. Behind the gag he was bright red with shame, heat radiating from his face and nude body.

Still unsure why he had been brought here, Ben crouched on the floor on all fours and gazed up expectantly at the man looming over him. The same man who had dragged him here and thrown the boy to the floor in this disgusting, ill-kept bathroom.

The floor was stained and wet with a mixture of fluids that the boy did not want to contemplate. Paint peeled from the walls in great strips, etched with the writings of the toilets many visitors. The toilet itself was no longer a white porcelain altar but a corroded and marred visage dredged up from the sewers itself.

Or so it seemed to Ben.

He glanced side ways at the toilet and then back at the man, gulping sharply. It was obvious what was coming and Ben was shaking all over at the thought of it. There was no way he could do it and the teen found himself shaking his head from side to side unconsciously. This was so degrading.

“You left the toilet seat up again, boy.” The man’s voice finally echoed off of the walls of the empty room. “Its obvious you don’t care about keeping my home clean so now its time you learned the consequences of that kind of thinking.”

His Master took Ben by the collar and dragged him forward towards the awaiting toilet bowl.

“You see this? This is what happens when people don’t give a shit about cleanliness. I will not let this happen to my house. You’re going to clean this bowl clean. I expect you to be more responsible in the future or else you will be back here cleaning toilets.”

Ben recoiled from the toilet, shaking his head wildly from side to side, his eyes wide with fear and his cheeks burning brighter than ever. He tried to muffle out an apology, a promise that he’d do better, anything, just don’t make him do this.

Grimacing his Master took hold of his head and shoved downward into the abyss.

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