The biggest piece of junk screwed up again.
Being a total loser, he’s naturally afflicted with true phimosis.
On top of that, he comes with the completely unnecessary extra feature of excessive pre-cum leakage.
At this point, it might as well be called a talent.
While I was checking whether he had properly carried out a certain order I had given him — “Do it at home” — his filthy fluids ended up getting on my hand.
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So then, what to do next was obvious.
It was time for a year-end deep cleaning, doubling as punishment.
As you can see in the photos, I made him scrub his delicate glans with a toothbrush.
A NEET dick that’s never been accustomed to air exposure.
An intense stimulation he’d never experienced before assaulted him, and he let out a series of pathetic moans I’d never heard from him.
For such a weak little dick, it must have felt like outright torture.
Even the refreshing sensation of mint became agony, and he writhed in pain again and again.
Next up was heat torture with a hair dryer, including his forest-like pubic hair.
I’ve often played with torturing masochists by blasting hot air at their faces, but this was my first time directing it at the glans.
If he pulled his hips back, spanking.
If he moved forward, hellish hot air.
There may seem to be an escape, but in reality, there is none.
That said, the glans really does get shiny enough to reflect light.
He was reborn with a proudly gleaming glans.
By the way, what I had ordered him to do at home was: “Shave your pubic hair.”
He left some behind, so that earned him more punishment.
This No.1 piece of junk is equipped with three highly convenient functions:
a filthy toilet, a spittoon, and a trash can.
Other than that, it truly can’t do anything — a complete failure.
Use it properly, and it even comes with the pitiful added feature of an erection function.
Scatter the ripped-out pubic hair across the floor, then use him as a tongue-powered mop or a mouth vacuum cleaner.
But wow — what a weak vacuum…
There’s an old saying: “If it’s broken, hit it,” so I smacked it repeatedly, but that didn’t help.
It seems I’ve picked up a talking human toilet that turns even being treated like less than human into pleasure.
Watching him ejaculate in apology while saying “I’m so sorry!” was incredibly arousing.
I really do love useless masochists.