As the sun began to set, Lord Lawson returned home after a long day at work. He had been looking forward to unwinding in his lavish mansion, but first, he needed to attend to one of his most important needs - relieving himself. He made his way towards the master bathroom, knowing full well that his toilet boy, Ethan, would be waiting anxiously for him.
Ethan had been serving Lord Lawson for years, and for much of that time, he had been his personal toilet slave. Ethan's life had changed drastically when he had been summoned to serve Lord Lawson; he had once been a prominent member of society, but his family's fortunes had taken a turn for the worse. As a result, Ethan had found himself with no other options but to accept this new role.
Despite the harsh conditions of his life, Ethan knew that he had one purpose - to make Lord Lawson happy in any way possible. He waited patiently by the side of the luxurious golden toilet, his heart racing as he heard the sound of Lord Lawson's footsteps approaching.
"Ah, Ethan," Lord Lawson said, his voice filled with anticipation, "you are just who I was looking for." He stepped closer, his eyes scanning over Ethan's body hungrily. "Are you ready to serve your master?"
Ethan looked up at Lord Lawson, his face filled with adoration and submission. "Yes, my lord," he replied, his voice shaky with excitement. "I am here for you."
Without further hesitation, Lord Lawson reached down and guided Ethan's mouth towards his crotch. He gave a long, slow stroke on his cock, enjoying the feeling of power that came with Ethan's subservience. "Take a deep breath, my toilet boy," he commanded, feeling the heat of Ethan's breath against his sensitive flesh.
Ethan did as he was told, inhaling deeply and tasting the scent of Lord Lawson's arousal. He opened his mouth wide, waiting for his master's next command.
Lord Lawson grinned and pulled out a large funnel from his pocket. He positioned it carefully over Ethan's open mouth, aiming it directly at his own crotch. "Let the feast begin," he chuckled, feeling the warmth of Ethan's mouth enveloping his cock and balls.
As Lord Lawson began to release his stream of urine into the funnel, Ethan swallowed it greedily. He felt the hot rush of liquid filling his mouth, and his stomach churned with a strange mix of fear and excitement. But he knew that this was what his master wanted, so he continued to take it all in.
Satisfied with the amount of urine he had deposited into the funnel, Lord Lawson next guided Ethan's mouth towards the toilet bowl. "Now it's time for you to clean up my mess," he purred, stroking Ethan's hair lovingly.
Ethan dipped his head into the toilet bowl, feeling the cold water rush over his face. He tongue flicked out to taste the stale waters, eager to cleanse his master's waste from the bowl. As he worked, he felt a sudden burst of shame and embarrassment wash over him. "Please, my lord," he murmured weakly, "this is too much."
Lord Lawson chuckled softly, reaching down to stroke Ethan's cheek. "Don't worry, my love," he soothed, "I'm just teasing you. There's no reason for you to feel ashamed." He cupped Ethan's chin gently, drawing his face towards his own. "I love you," he whispered softly, leaning in to press their lips together in a passionate kiss.
Ethan melted beneath the touch of his master, feeling his body tremble with desire. He pulled back slowly, placing his mouth by Lord Lawson's ear. "Master," he breathed, "can I make you happy?"
Lord Lawson smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Yes, Ethan," he replied, his voice hoarse with anticipation. "You can always make me happy."
With that, Ethan knew exactly what his master wanted. He lowered himself onto the floor, his knees wide apart. With trembling hands, he guided Lord Lawson's cock towards his own asshole, feeling the heat and weight of it pressing against him. As he felt the cold tip of his master's cock pressing against his entrance, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, preparing himself for the inevitable pain and pleasure that lay ahead.
