My Subs Have An Addiction To The Toilet

I don’t know what it is.

I can’t get my subs out of the shitter.

From cleaning the floors with their tongues to gargling their own bodily fluids a la Waterpik, they can’t get enough. Even during the holidays they found comfort—sanctuary—within their soap scummed walls, free to be their true, degenerate selves. Locked away from the judging eyes of their wives and annoying in laws, they could refresh my Twitter as many times as they wanted, just to end up jerking off to my header photo for the billionth time. Sending desperate, ultimately ignored messages, as they banged on the bathroom door, asking what the hell are you doing in there for so long?! Begging for a muted skype session while your girlfriend sleeps in the next room and you furiously jerk their foreskin off to an overpriced PTV of me. It’s all too familiar, isn’t it?

You never thought you’d be that guy. You know, the one that pays to listen to girls pee.

Yet here you are. Thousands of dollars in the hole, hitting replay on a three second clip of the sound of pee coming out of my little urethra. Misting yourself in the face with hot girl pee that you microwaved for the full, aroma-therapeutic effect. Wifey asked you what you were having, and you answered dessert… you weren’t lying.

And then there’s the sending. You’ve sent sooo much bent over the toilet, every time you try to go about your day and take a piss you feel conditioned to send. The mere sight of the toilet has your craving to give it all to me. Conveniently, I don’t accept anything less everything, so you’re in luck. You’re welcome. I’ll gladly let you give me all of your hard earned cash.

Some might find it strange when you say the bathroom is your favorite place, the room you spend the most time in. You don’t care. Those trips to the bathroom? That’s the highlight of your day, and no one is going to take that away from you. You will always, and proudly, be my Toilet Beta Bitch Boy.