"Rise and shine, Toilet."
"I have to shit."
"You’d better keep it all down this time. If you throw up again, the clothespins are going back on your balls… and this time they’re staying there all fucking day."
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^(Copy of Sophia and James Harlan’s (the man pictured) contract included as second pic.)
“Easy… don’t tense up now. We’re almost finished.”
“This part’s always a little tricky… but don’t worry. Once it’s sealed in place, it’s never coming off. We’d need the special tool just to have any hope of getting it out.”
click
“There we go…”
She gives the thick toilet pipe a slow, possessive tap, practically shivering with delight.“All locked in. Permanently. See? You handled that better than the last one.”
“Mmm… fuck, look at you.” Her voice drops, warm and dripping with excitement. “Already getting hard just thinking about it, you disgusting little pervert.”
She lets out a soft, delighted laugh.
“You won’t be waiting long at all, I promise.”
She leans in close, lips brushing his ear, voice thick with cruel glee. “Oh—and did I mention? You’re the only toilet in this entire house now.”
Another low, thrilled laugh.
“And hey… you begged us to keep you like this forever, remember? You made us swear.”
She runs a slow fingertip along the cold pipe leading straight into his mouth.
“So don’t worry. No matter how hard you cry and beg… we’re never, ever letting you out.”