Prince Damon was a man of refined taste and immense power. As the heir to the throne, he knew no bounds and his every command was followed without question. One such command led him to seek out the services of a personal human toilet slave mobile. The idea of having someone at his beck and call to attend to his every need, even the most intimate and degrading ones, appealed to him immensely. And so, he set out to find the perfect candidate for this role.
After much searching, he finally came across Ruthless Ruler Studios, a reputable establishment known for their exceptional quality in creating unique experiences for those with the means to enjoy them. With high hopes and an eager anticipation, he contacted them, detailing his specific requirements for this position.
To his delight, Ruthless Ruler Studios accepted his request, presenting him with a highly trained individual who would be more than capable of satisfying his every need. The man was young, beautiful, and submissive to a fault. He was everything Prince Damon could have asked for in a toilet slave.
On the appointed day, the toilet slave was brought before him, kneeling at his feet as he entered the room. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of tight, white briefs that did little to hide his defined muscles or the intricate tattoos that adorned his body. A collar around his neck bore the insignia of the studio, a symbol of their ownership over him.
Prince Damon took his time inspecting his new acquisition, admiring the way the light played off the slave's skin and the way he trembled in anticipation of his master's commands. Satisfied with what he saw, he motioned for the slave to stand up, allowing himself a better view of the man's body.
"You are mine to command," the slave whispered, his voice barely audible above the soft rustling of fabric. "Use me however you wish, Master."
A smile curved Prince Damon's lips as he stepped forward, placing a hand on the slave's lower back to guide him towards the lavishly appointed bathroom. Once inside, he closed the door behind them and turned to face his slave, who waited patiently for instructions.
"You may begin," Prince Damon said quietly, his voice echoing in the large, marble-lined space.
Without further hesitation, the toilet slave knelt before him, bending over the bowl to present his rear end for inspection. Prince Damon could see every detail of the slave's anatomy reflected in the highly polished surface of the porcelain toilet. He ran his hands over the slave's ass, feeling the heat radiating from his skin and the quiver of anticipation that ran through his body.
Satisfied with his inspection, Prince Damon moved behind the slave, positioning himself between the slave's spread legs. He adjusted the slave's stance, pushing down on his hips to force him to arch his back further. As he did so, the slave let out a soft moan, his cock jutting out from his briefs in an obvious display of arousal.
With one swift motion, Prince Damon pulled down the slave's briefs, revealing his perfect ass to him. He ran his tongue along the tight ring of muscle, teasing it before pushing two fingers inside the slave's anus, stretching him open. The slave cried out, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm as he came undone under Prince Damon's skilled ministrations.
Pleased with his work, Prince Damon pulled his fingers free and stood up, stepping back to admire his handiwork. The slave remained kneeling, his ass still red and swollen from the attention it had just received.
"Very good," Prince Damon said, his voice a low rumble. He turned on the taps and watched as the water flowed over the slave's prone form, washing away the remnants of their intimate encounter.
As he finished washing up, Prince Damon nodded to the slave, indicating that he should prepare for the next phase of their interaction. Obediently, the slave knelt down, resting his head against the cool tile of the bathroom floor, presenting his ass once again for whatever Prince Damon had in store for him next.
With a smile, Prince Damon stepped forward, positioning himself between the slave's spread legs once more. This time, however, he had something else in mind. Reaching down, he pulled the slave's briefs back up, covering his now-swollen cock and the trail of precum that had leaked from it.
"You have done well," Prince Damon said, placing a hand on the slave's shoulder. "Now, it is time for you to serve me in a different capacity."
Without further explanation, Prince Damon led the toilet slave out of the bathroom and into another lavishly appointed room. In the center of the room was a large, circular piece of furniture made entirely of black leather. On closer inspection, Prince Damon recognized it as a toilet throne, designed specifically for those who desired to be treated like royalty while they relieved themselves.
As he approached the throne, the slave bowed his head in submission, waiting for his master's command. With a sense of anticipation, Prince Damon climbed onto the toilet throne, his powerful legs draped over the sides as he positioned himself over the hole in the middle.
"You may clean me now," he said, his voice echoing in the silence of the room.
Obligingly, the slave knelt down beside the throne, reaching out to grab a small bottle of lube from a nearby table. He squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers and then leaned forward, reaching between Prince Damon's legs to position his tongue against his master's asshole.
With a moan of pleasure, Prince Damon leaned back against the soft leather of the throne, surrendering himself to the sensation of being pleasured by his submissive toilet slave. As the slave's tongue probed and teased his entrance, a shiver ran down his spine, making his cock twitch in anticipation of what was to come next.
After a while, Prince Damon felt himself becoming close to climax. He pushed the slave away gently, signaling that he was done for now. As the slave climbed to his feet, a look of disappointment flashed across his face, but he remained silent, waiting for his next command.
"You have pleased me well," Prince Damon said, reaching down to grab his cock through the fabric of his pants. "Now, you will clean me off before sucking me dry."
Without hesitation, the slave knelt down once again, this time grabbing a towel to wipe away the excess lube and Prince Damon's precum from his master's legs. Once he was satisfied that the area was clean, the slave looked up expectantly, waiting for his next command.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Prince Damon leaned back against the leather of the throne once again, presenting himself to his eager toilet slave. This time, however, he had something else in mind.
"Suck my cock," Prince Damon commanded, his voice echoing in the silence of the room. "And don't you dare come until I tell you to."
Obeying his master's command without question, the slave leaned forward, taking Prince Damon's cock deep into his mouth, surrounding it with his warm, wet tongue. As he began to suck, his other hand reached up, grabbing onto Prince Damon's thighs, pulling himself closer to his master's cock.
Prince Damon groaned, throwing his head back against the soft leather of the throne as he felt the sensation of his submissive's mouth on his cock. The thought that this man was his to command, that he could use him however he wanted, sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
As he approached the brink of orgasm, Prince Damon pulled the slave away, watching as the man's eyes pleaded with him for permission to come. With a smirk, Prince Damon reached down, grabbing his cock once again, pulling it free from the slave's mouth.
"Suck my balls," he commanded, his voice low and threatening.
Obediently, the slave leaned forward once again, taking Prince Damon's heavy balls into his mouth, rolling them around with his tongue. As Prince Damon felt the sensation of his submissive's mouth on his most sensitive parts, he couldn't help but moan
