ENGLISH SPEAKINGHere he is, our novice toilet. My friend and I summon him in the morning because thats when we feel like shitting. His face is enough for us, or rather, his wide-open mouth is enough for us. First, the preliminaries: cleaning my ass, still warm from the night (deep tongue, to collect everything that has accumulated), then a spit in his mouth. And now we start pissing and then shitting in his mouth. The shit covers him, and he swallows it. He knows he cant escape, and deep down he likes it. A worm like him enjoys suffering this supreme humiliation. We do it in different ways. One of us even sits comfortably on the special chair, with him underneath receiving the precious gift. We also like to keep him under the pointed heels of our boots. The two shits were abundant, and he didnt absorb them all. But there is a remedy: we make him lick and bite our shit off the ground. It will take him a while, but in the end he will have cleaned it all up with his tongue. What a toilet, right? Who knows how much he puts on airs in his everyday life, perhaps in a profession that gives him authority and prestige. But he doesnt care about prestige. He wants, very strongly wants, to be a slave. Our slave. And he loves to submit to this extreme practice. And we, who were born to command, take advantage of it. He is an object in our hands. Now that hes eaten the shit, we can either kick him out or lock him up in some cage here at home until the next shitstorm. Just like with the toilet, you just flush it.
