"Good morning, slut." You awaken to your master's face smiling over you. As soon as he sees your eyes are open he purses his lips and lets a long, thick stream of spit make its way down toward your face. Your mouth is obediently open and his spit pools on your tongue. The long stream of spit is followed by a quick gob that he spits directly into your mouth, before kissing you deeply. "Come, slut."
You follow him, on hands and knees, to the bathroom, where he is pointing in front of the toilet. You assume your position, sitting in front of the bowl with your head leaning back over it and your mouth wide open. "Better catch all of it, boy." Your eyes follow his dick closely as he lets loose an acrid stream of piss. Its scent fills your nose as it fills your mouth, and you moan while you swallow Sir's sweet juice. The piss starts coming harder and faster until you can barely keep up and your mouth is filled to the brim between every gulp. Then Sir starts aiming his stream all over the place, forcing you to try to swallow to catch every drop as instructed. You manage to get some of it, but more of it goes in your hair, all over your face, your eyes, your nose, while he chuckles at your effort. Finally the stream is directed squarely back to your mouth until Sir finishes his morning piss.
"Missed a spot, bitch!" Your eyes are shut as you try to blink the piss free of them, but you feel Sir grab you by the shoulders and spin your body around. You're facing the toilet where his golden drops escaped you, dripping down your face. With one quick motion he takes your neck and shoves your face into the toilet. You're completely submerged and the water is shockingly cold; a short gasp escapes you before you think and close your mouth, now partially filled with toilet water. Your lips are pushed up against the porcelain at the bottom of the bowl and you're short of breath, unprepared for this. You hear the toilet flush before you feel it. It seems like the water level takes an eternity to start going down, and by then you're shaking your head trying to get free, trying to suck air. Finally the water recedes, away from your face, and you fill your lungs with air, deep, gasping breaths.
"How's that, boy?" You're still recovering, catching your breath and letting the cold toilet water that filled your nose and mouth drip. Your hair is water down and soaked, cold. Master doesn't like waiting for ungrateful sluts to answer though, and dips your head back into the bowl slowly filling with water, then pulls you back up. "What does slut say?"
You quickly rush a "Thank you, Sir!" between gasped breaths, forceful and sincere.
"You'll get plenty more if you waste my piss again, you worthless fag." He leaves you leaning over the bowl and dripping dry. You know better than to wash up; wear your master's dried up abuse as a badge of honor. Your cock is still rock hard as you leave to prepare breakfast.