Golden Toilet Club
From Create Your Own Story
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Current revision as of 14:17, 8 August 2024
You sigh, the sound of the bell a stark reminder that you can't hide in this toilet stall forever. But the idea you've conjured is too delicious to abandon. The image of the prefect as a human toilet is so vivid in your mind that you can almost smell the acrid scent of piss and sweat. You imagine her mouth wide open, her teeth chipped and jagged from the constant abuse, her tongue lolling out like a dog's, eager to clean up the mess she's made.
The thought makes you even harder, and you resume your frantic stroking, the sound of your hand against your skin a rhythmic beat in the silence of the bathroom. You imagine the boys lining up, one by one, each eager to relieve themselves in her mouth, to watch the disgust and humiliation play out across her face. You're not just the artist; you're the director of this sick show.
Your mind races with possibilities, planning the grand opening of your 'club'. You'll need to spread the word, maybe leave some cryptic notes in the boys' bathroom stalls or whisper it to the right people in the hallways. You'll make it exclusive, a secret society of those who crave the power and control that comes from reducing someone to nothing. And the prefect, she'll be the star attraction, the centerpiece of your twisted little world.
The images in your head become more intense, more detailed. You can see the other boys using her, their faces contorted with pleasure as they take their turns. You're getting closer to climax, the tension in your body coiling tighter and tighter. You think about the power you'll have, the way everyone will look at you differently when they know what you've done. You're not just a loner anymore; you're a leader, a revolutionary in the art of degradation.
With a final, violent stroke, you come, the release a sweet escape from the prison of your mundane life. You clean up quickly, stuffing the crumpled paper into your pocket as a keepsake. You take one last look at your handiwork in the stall before exiting the bathroom, feeling a sense of satisfaction that you haven't felt in a long time. You have a purpose now, a mission to turn your sick fantasy into reality.
What's your next move, da Vinci?
| Status Bar | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Discman, Backpack with lunch, Crumpled piece of cum-stained paper with the name of the violated prefect |
| Status | Satisfied | |
| Gender | Male | |
| Social Group | Loner | |
| Boyfriend/Girlfriend | ||
