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Bathroom Fixture
🕑 Added 2023-06-18 16:56:58 +0000 UTCEaton had been staring up at the bathroom ceiling for he didn't know how long. He didn't remember a lot, but he was certain of his place. The last thing he could recalled was getting a necklace from a friend before a party, then nothing, his entire existence confined to this space.
He was aware he wasn't wearing anything. His skin wet, his body sitting in some pool of liquid. Everything smelled like piss, but he didn't get up. No course of action could come to his mind though. He wasn't meant to move, wasn't meant to think. He was there to exist.
The door opened, a man walking int othe room wearing some leather garb. He barely glanced at Eaton before pulling down their pants, a thick member slipping out into the air. Eaton couldn't pull his eyes away from the thick member in front of his face, his mouth opening on instinct as the dick let loose a stream of piss directly into him.
Eaton felt drops splashing from the jet and hitting his skin. He could barely keep up with the flow, the fluid overflowing his basin before draining through his beard and leaking onto his chest. He felt it dripping down his body, adding to the smell of the room and puddle on the floor. He didn't care.
The man finished and pushed his member into the mouth, Eaton felt his tongue start cleaning it on instinct, his mouth sucking the flavor from the shaft. A moment later his head was beating against the wall as the man skull fucked him, a hard rod pushing against the back of Eaton's throat pleasuring itself. In a second Eaton was rewarded for his compliance with a load of cum, the excrement slowly sinking down his throat, his head filling with its scent.
Eaton felt his mind clearing as the man left the room, forgetting the fluid that had settled into his body as he returned to being a fixture of the room. Not meant to move, not meant to think. Just exist to be used.
