Father of A Toiler

I have some fortunate news… your son is ded. He dyed a slow and miserable dehth, finally his stomach got backed-up and he choked on my partially digested excrement. He loved the work he did and serving my ass, but he was just another useless broken appliance I had to throw away. Why is that fortunate? Well I never really cared for your son except for when I needed to take a $hit, but now I have an empty hole in my basement I’m looking to fill. I could capture some unsuspecting man from the street and force into toilet slavery, but I suspect since you didn’t do anything to save him, that you secretly enjoyed all those toilet videos of your son. Ignoring your wife’s cries for you to help, you probably locked yourself away and jerking away to those clips, living out your $hit eating dreams vicariously through your son. You raised one really good toilet, so I’m sure the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Now’s your chance to truly experience your desire to serve as my toilet. Skip your son’s funeral, and come claim your rightful place, kneeling patiently in my dungeon with your mouth wide open awaiting the steamy brown treasures of your Goddess…

JOIN