Hello everyone! This story was a long commission! In it, we learn of Michael’s estate, where a human man rules over a number of hot women who will do anything to serve him. One of his hottest and most devoted servants, Renamon, does her best to give him a good time~

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This story contains: FxM, FxF, MxM, willing/consensual, CBT, ballbusting, castration, gore, blood, snuff, revival, toilet play, toilet slave, watersports, fellatio/blowjob, torture, sadism, masochism, maledom, BDSM, size difference, surgical enhancement, muscular characters, drowning, suffocation, hypercum, hyperballs, hypercock~
Word Count: 8815

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	“I-I love you, Michael…” Renamon said, gritting her teeth, as her beloved human owner and master, Michael, sat directly on her ballsack, using them like a comfortable armchair as he casually checked his phone.

	“As you should,” he responded, coldly, but with a smirk on his face. Her balls were massive, going beyond even what would be considered normally “large”; they were at least a foot wide, long, and tall, but due to constantly being abused, they’d become squishy and tender. This made it so the human could easily use them almost like a small beanbag chair, leaning his back against Renamon’s tender but strong abs, his head against her massive, pillow-like breasts. Her balls were being crushed horribly by his weight at the moment, flattened to half their regular size, visibly going from their normal white color to a very painful-looking red. The veins were bulging and pulsing from the overwhelming pain and stress; Renamon could feel her stomach churning, liver burning, but she didn’t complain… no, she loved this. She was a slut for it, a whimpering little dog whenever Michael abused and used her… No matter how painful or degrading it might be. She adored her master to a fault, to the point where she could hardly go a few minutes without dreaming about him; she constantly wanted to be with him, even if that time was spent torturing and abusing her.

Though of course, one had to wonder why Renamon would feel such affection for a human such as Michael. The answer wasn’t necessarily simple, however; truly, there were a multitude of reasons for why she’d fallen for him so heavily, both romantically and sexually, filled with both intimate love and dirty lust for her master. Michael was not just a cruel, cold, dominant man; beneath his sadism was quite a lot of warmth and affection he shared with his multiple servants. It was this mix of tender love and cold brutality that really made Renamon into such a slut for him… she would’ve done any single thing he asked, even going as far to cut her own head off if it would truly please him. 

He was a dirty-blonded, tall man, measuring 6’3”, only a little over a foot below Renamon’s massive 7’4” body. He had blue eyes, fair skin, and was well-endowed where it mattered (although Renamon’s cock was significantly larger, his was far more impressive, relative to his own body, because, unlike the Digimon, he was actually able to use it normally, and he didn’t have to lug around a cock that was more than half as tall as he was. Of course, though, Renamon’s size was a result of surgery, which she’d been commanded to undergo by Michael to make her a more fun toy). At that moment, he wore a suit, minus the jacket, which he’d thrown idly to the side; all that was left was a white, long-sleeve undershirt, a black vest, and a pair of black dress pants. His hair was well-stylized, though slowly losing the gel’s hold. Just earlier that day, he’d attended an important lunch to make trade arrangements for his estate…

…that lunch had ended with his trade partner being fed to one of his many lusty and constantly hungry servants, permavored as punishment for being disrespectful. 

Indeed, as you may have guessed, Michael was no ordinary man; he was backed by an immense supply of wealth and power. This all came from his family name and estate, which was involved in a number of businesses, all of which he’d been the sole heir to. These businesses ran just fine on their own, leaving Michael with little need to tend to them; rather, he let those assigned to them deal with them, only acting as a figurehead when needed, and spending his near unlimited free time doing as he wished and spending his constantly-increasing supply of wealth as he wished. He’d stumbled upon quite a bit of luck with the circumstances of his birth. 

And to top it all off, he was surrounded by a bevy of the hottest servants imaginable, hand-picked by himself.

	Although many were local to the large swamp that surrounded his mansion, a good many of them had also come from more exotic locations; one look at them all lined-up, with their various colors of vibrant to neutral fur, their different sizes, shapes, and body compositions, it all painted a picture like the world’s most eclectic zoo. 
	
	Renamon was just one of the many servants in this line-up; she sat near the top of the totem pole, due to her undying love for her master and her incessant willingness and desire to serve him in every single way she possibly could. Just as she would allow her balls to be treated as pin cushions or punching bags simply for his own fun, she’d kneel to be his portable toilet, and she’d never complain… rather, instead of complaining, she’d actually be enthusiastic and ecstatic to follow along with such tasks, even to the point of being sexually pleasured any time he chose to do something tortuous or humiliating to her. 

	Even if he decided to…

	“Renamon, die for me.”

	The Digimon gulped, but complied. “Y-yes, of course, master. How would you like me to?”

	“Hmm… come into the bathroom.” Michael hopped off of her balls; the servant winced a bit. She was used to her ballsack being abused constantly, often in far more painful and bloody ways, but she loved every bit of it regardless. And still, even something as small as a kick or a light squeeze was torturous; the amount of torture he’d inflicted on them, both from today and from beatings of the past, had made them fragile and vulnerable, far more than normal. Him sitting on them had left a bit of an imprint, and a dark purplish bruise. 

	They’d been in his extravagant, decorated, well-furnished bedroom, filled with signs of his interests and passions, and connected to it was his bathroom. It was luxurious and large, including a big shower, a huge bath that doubled as a hot tub, and of course, a toilet, one with a particularly sizable bowl and a powerful flush. However, he didn’t have much use for that flush, as, with Renamon and his other servants around, it was rare for him to need a traditional toilet.

	It was far more fun to use one of them.

	Michael undid his belt buckle and let his pants fall to the floor, and cast them aside. Renamon’s eyes quickly went to the bulge in his boxers, a massive, sizable bulge; she felt such intense lust for his privates, that it made her sweat and blush just to see a simple bulge in his underwear… though as he actually removed his underwear, she got a view of the whole thing.

	It was truly massive, a full 20 inches, nearly two feet in its length, and it was hard and throbbing. It had visible veins pulsing from its base to its tip, with his well-trimmed balls hanging near it. Renamon shuddered at its sight; no matter how often she saw it, she was always enamored with it… and she loved seeing it so hard, too, as she knew her own nakedness and the abuse he was inflicting on her were why he was so erect at that moment.

	He aimed the cock toward the toilet, and began to piss; his stream was strong, a dark golden yellow, similar to Renamon’s fur. She stared and watched with glee, overjoyed that she got to witness such a thing. Anything her master did was overwhelmingly hot and attractive to her, even him simply pissing made her squirm with lust. Though she knew, somehow, this was going to tie into killing her. 

	He stopped pissing after the water had turned entirely yellow, warmed enough that it was even a bit steamy. He pointed to it and smirked sadistically, rubbing his shaft as he spoke. “Drown yourself in my piss for me, Renamon~”

	“Y-yes master, of course~!” She eagerly agreed to perform the dire task; being bathed in his urine was such a treat! She quickly kneeled down on the ground in front of the toilet, clutching the rim with her paws and looking into the porcelain bowl’s still liquid, smelling the bitterness of her master’s pee. She had to ask… “A-am I being punished for something, master?”

	“Nope,” he responded. “I’m just in the mood~” He put a bare foot on the back of her head. “Now do what I commanded~”

	Her face glowed a hot red as she felt his foot on her head… he was so dreamy… “Yes master~!” She said, right before the human stomped down and shoved her face-first into the pissy toilet water. He held his foot down there and stroked his cock as he watched her slowly begin to drown, moaning at the sight of it; it was so hot to have this much control over such a cute, hot, strong woman. Her tail wagged behind her, excited and lusty, as she began to struggle and suffocate. Her body moved and squirmed as her survival instincts kicked in, but Michael kept her face down, refused to move his foot, didn’t let up on the pressure, and she didn’t fight back, letting herself drown in there as best as she could. 

	It was a humiliating sight, and Michael was sure to make her know it… “What an embarrassment, drowning in a toilet full of my urine~ Hope you like being a disgusting toilet girl, Renamon~”

	At his slight degradation, her cock quivered, and soon shot a massive load of cum out, the load hitting the toilet and pooling on the floor. She had a bit of a premature ejaculation problem, but she could cum multiple times without losing even a shred of her horniness and drive - after already suffering some abuse to her balls by her master, as well as getting to watch him piss and being humiliated by him, it was only natural that she’d be brought to this point of intense pleasure, enough to cum without even touching her own shaft. 

	And with this, her breath gave out; her body went limp… She was dead. Michael lifted her corpse out of the toilet; she was still warm. Good meat, good fur, and good teeth - they could all be used for various purposes around the house. Clothing and food for his servants, and for himself. Renamon’s meat was also delicious when it was cooked right, and she would enjoy knowing her master made use of her even beyond death.

	He dragged her body to a large, square door in the wall, and opened it. It resembled a laundry chute, or a trash chute; indeed, it served a similar purpose. It was actually incredibly common for him to bring servants into his room, and for them to be killed while he was having his fun with them, whether as a punishment or as a way of him pleasuring himself. This chute was made for him to send dead bodies of his servants into a pile that would be worked through by other servants, every body harvested for all that it was worth. Whatever they didn’t use could be sold, raking in some extra cash. He dumped the body inside and didn’t bother to watch it slide and fall down. 

	And soon, he heard a gentle knock at his door…

	He opened it, to see a surprisingly sheepish, but clearly still very horny Renamon on the other side. This was the respawn mechanism in the mansion - all of his servants were registered to a system, which made it so that they would “respawn” upon death. They still felt all the normal pain of death and such, but they’d also get to come back to life afterward… so long as Michael wanted them to, at least. Once registered, they’d respawn in a set room made for that purpose, which was near Michael’s bedroom. However, of course, he could set it so some servants wouldn’t respawn if he had any desire to permasnuff them, and he could do this right from his phone… If he so desired, he could’ve, for example, let Renamon drown, turn off her respawn, and she’d just be permanently dead, having no idea she wouldn’t come back until it was too late. Not that he would do that… not to Renamon, anyway. He wanted to play with her for a while longer still.

	As she stepped back into his room, Michael couldn’t help but admire Renamon. She was gorgeous, though not in the traditional way - her body had been heavily modified, all with the sole purpose of pleasing her master. 

	For one, she was muscular; she worked out regularly and kept herself toned, as her master enjoyed her firm muscles. She made for a good bed, all on her own; she outclassed many other servants in strength, and each limb she had was bulky and bulging. When she flexed, she could rip any outfit she was wearing into pieces within seconds. It was fun to dominate such a fearsome beast of a woman. Aside from her muscles, her breasts were huge; far larger than what was natural. She’d had breast implants, making them as big as she could to please her master and increase her attractiveness. It seemed that, somewhere in the process of dying, she’d actually gotten a bit bigger in the chest, and her muscles had swollen a tad too; her boobs visibly jiggled as she walked in. 

	Renamon blushed as her master admired her body, looking her from head to toe… she was so happy to be such good eye candy for him. Of course, her cock was another part of the package, being made this insanely huge through surgery, and from the respawn reviving her with larger genitals nearly every time she died. Nobody was quite sure why that happened, but Michael certainly didn’t mind; he’d even considered doing a “death marathon” to see how big she could get. 

	“Come in, close the door, and sit down for me.”

	“Y-yes, of course, master!” Renamon eagerly responded, doing exactly as he asked. She sat on her large ass, right on the floor, looking up at her master. 

	“Spread your legs, and hold your dick aside from your balls so I can torture them~”

	She shivered in slight fear at his desire, but did exactly as he asked; she spread out her legs and hugged her cock, its size so massive that she had to use her full arms’ length to hold it out of the way. “P-please do w-whatever you’d like, master~”

	“I will.” Michael raised a barefoot, watched the fear grow on Renamon’s face, her terror giving him elation, making him horny to hurt her. He stomped down, right onto her left nut, causing her to bite her lip and grunt in pain. There was really nothing worse than getting your balls tortured like this - although testicles aren’t actually very fragile, the brain is so set on protecting them that the pain from even the slightest bit of damage can be overwhelming and debilitating. 

	It was only natural, then, that, as Michael stomped on one of them as hard as he could, throwing his entire body weight into a forceful thrust, his calves bulging and flexing as they were used to their full extent, Renamon was immediately thrown into horrible, horrible pain. The ball, far more tender and easily hurt than it should’ve been, squished noticeably beneath the foot, the middle of it being pushed down, impacted like a punching bag being hit especially hard. It squished to less than half of its normal height and flattened out, visibly shaking and shivering beneath the foot as it tried to hold itself together. On the inside of the skin, the actual teste was flattened as well, and near bursting. 

	Renamon’s body sent signals that told her to panic, but also made her feel pain so great she couldn’t move a limb. She bit her lip hard, groaning and grunting. Her liver churned and throbbed, felt like it was being twisted like a wet rag being dried out; her cock shivered just like her ball did from that pain. She gripped her hard length tightly for support, the edges of her vision blurring, her ears ringing with a high-pitched tone, her mind overtaken by a terrible migraine. It was torture, unlike anything else…

	…And yet, she loved it. How could she not? Coming from her master, anything was a gift, even this pain. She enjoyed it only because he enjoyed it. He raised his foot, showing the large purple bruise he’d left behind, and stomped on the other ball, making Renamon yip from the pain this time, an embarrassing sound that didn’t sound like something a mature servant like her should be making, but she couldn’t help herself.

	Michael chuckled, grabbing his length and stroking it again. He lifted his other foot and stepped on her other ball, squishing them both beneath his weight, as tears came to Renamon’s eyes. “Pathetic - you should be able to handle something like this without making a sound~ But honestly, I like hearing your sounds of misery. You’re so cute when you’re in pain~”

	His words made Renamon simultaneously feel weak and useless, but also so horny… Precum dribbled from her tip, cascading down her shaft, which was quivering and throbbing with pleasure. She could barely hold back from cumming again, partially because her master was nearly about to force the cum right out of her balls and up to her tip. “T-thank you, master,” she responded, stuttering from the pain, pain that dulled all her senses, blurred her sight, marred her hearing. 

	Thankfully for her, though, with what she was able to see… she was getting an amazing view. From here, she was at the perfect eye-level with her master’s dick. She could appreciate and admire his long length from up close. “Y-your shaft is so amazing, master,” she said, drooling, though that was likely from the pain more than anything else. “And your t-testes, t-too~ I love them so much… y-you’re so hot… I-I love it when you u-use my body, and when you abuse it like this~” Her speaking was filled with voice cracks, stutters, heavy breaths and panting, the pain clearly impacting her speech. It seemed Michael was making her balls only squish further and further. “P-please fuck me, master, I’m so desperate to have your length inside of me~”

	“Such a desperate pain slut. What a pathetic whore, begging to get fucked~ You like this, whore~?” He shifted his weight from side to side a bit, squishing each ball further down, watching as Renamon’s expression twisted with pain, the poor servant wincing and moaning from her horny torment. He grabbed the top of her head, and shoved his dick in her face. “Open your mouth and suck me off. I’ll get off your balls once I cum. You better hurry - I don’t think they can handle my weight forever~ You’d hate to get castrated, wouldn’t you, Renamon~?”

	“A-anything for you, master~! If you want to castrate me, y-you can castrate me a hundred times over!” There were practically visible hearts in her glimmering eyes as the shaft was forced into her face, a move that was humiliating, degrading, that made her feel like a weak whore… but she loved it, she loved that feeling. She was a confident, strong, successful women, but for her master, she was happy to become a whimpering toy. He made her so desperate and horny, she couldn’t help but let her dignity go down the same toilet her master drowned her in.

	The light musk of his balls filled her nose; she couldn’t help but inhale it, getting high on it like it was a drug, as though her were emitting pheromones that drove her crazy with love. She nuzzled up to them, felt their warmth and smoothness upon her snout… and then, she finally did as her master commanded. She opened her quivering lips, her small mouth, and gently let the dick slowly go inside, blushing as she felt the wonderful sensation of her master entering her body, even if it wasn’t exactly the perfect way she would’ve liked for it to happen.

	She was sure to pleasure him as much as possible, wrapping her tongue around his full length, tasting and feeling it, all the veins bulging, the perfect rod-like shape, thick and strong as iron or steel, but with the skin soft and warm like baked bread. Her dick quivered as more precum burst from its tip, dribbling down her own rod… She slowly moved her head back and forth, her tongue and lips both quaking and jumping from the pain, just making it even better, like a vibrating fleshlight. 

	Michael moaned softly, music to Renamon’s ears, his moans sounding so much more manly and strong, while hers sounded weak and desperate. He was so much better than her in every way. She wanted to give her life over to him, to live every second of her existence with him, even if it meant being under his heel… 

Admittedly, every servant in the household, especially every woman, was in love with Michael to a fault, to the point where nearly all of them would do anything for him. He was just so perfect for all of them. But Renamon felt more than just the lust that most servants experienced; she had a romantic passion within her as well. Michael didn’t yet seem to return it… but he’d showed signs in the past. She desperately hoped that, one day, just as she currently belonged to Michael as his servant and sex toy, he would one day belong to her as a lover… Even if she’d still be a servant and sex toy. She didn’t mind that part; she liked being treated like a fleshlight and a punching bag, as long as Michael was the one doing it. Even being his toilet was the stuff of her dreams.

“To think, a successful actor, a hero on TV, fell to a level like this~” Michael chuckled; Renamon winced at the painful, degrading little comment. Coming from anyone else, those would’ve been fighting words, a dig at her past that was uncalled for and rude… but coming from Michael, the degradation made her heart thump. “Everyone used to love you, even I liked watching your show~ And now look at you, a washed-up whore serving a human master who treats you like shit constantly, and you love it. What a fall from grace. You’re a disgusting animal~” He grabbed her by the fur on her head. “You’re not going fast enough. Let me show you how it’s done~”

He viciously began to use her mouth like a fleshlight, like any other hole on the body, painfully and ferociously throat-fucking her. He forced his iron-hard cock down her throat, sticking the entire 20-inch length through with every single thrust, making it bulge out of her throat visibly. She choked and groaned on it, making clear sounds of distress, discomfort, pain, and even peril as she suffocated on his length, but he wasn’t going to slow down or stop, no, nothing would make him stop until he’d finished having his fun. He didn’t give a shit even if this did kill her - she’d just come back, and he’d go right back to it, throat fucking her again until he finished, climaxed inside of her. It would probably make it even better, in fact - he’d love to watch the light fading from her eyes as he came down her dying throat. 

And of course, she would love it too. That sort of thing was a fantasy she’d jack off to as she was falling asleep… If she was ever going to get perma-snuffed by Michael, that would be how she wanted to go: choking on his cock while he throat-fucked her. Such a thought made her so much more horny for him in that moment; she couldn’t help it. Between the pain of being orally pounded, and from the immense torture of her balls being stood on like a platform, her cock quivered, throbbed, a rush of cum moving through it, shooting into the air as she let out a muffled moan. She quickly moved her shaft so that the load wouldn’t touch her master, rather letting it hit her own body and also fall behind her.

“I don’t remember telling you you could cum, whore~ I’m going to have to punish you for that~ But first, keep going - I still haven’t came yet~” 

“Mmph~!!” She moaned, using her tongue and her flesh to pleasure him as much as she could, even though he was the one really taking control as he held her shivering head. Eventually, though, he did cum, right down her throat, just as she’d imagined. She didn’t have any chance to swallow - rather, she just had to let it dribble down, his thick, heavy, hot, sticky cream slowly creeping down into her body. It was an uncomfortable sensation, but she still loved it - getting to harbor her master’s seed was wonderful, even if it wasn’t going to do much in her stomach… She would’ve drunk his cum every day if she could, though. She loved it. It was like liquid gold to her.

“And now, for your punishment. I said I was going to get off your balls as soon as I came, but I changed my mind.” Renamon’s heart dropped; her balls had only squished further and further downward the longer Michael stood on them. They were flattening out, spreading out on the ground, the testicles inside facing pressure they could hardly withstand; if this kept going, there was more than a small chance that they’d give out, leaving her nuts empty and useless, mutilated… and knowing Michael, he wouldn’t hesitate to let that happen. She had really hoped he’d step off of them, but now, it seemed that wasn’t going to be happening at all. 
	
He kept his dick in her mouth; she looked at him with pleading eyes. He smirked. “You’re adorable when you’re in this much pain. I love watching you shake~” His words made her heart thump in loving adoration and appreciation; his degradation felt wonderful, but his praise was heavenly. Still, the pain made her feel like she was going to throw up, her stomach aching like she had food poisoning ten times over, her throat tight and her lungs feeling like they were being wrung out. He didn’t let go of her head. “Your punishment is that you’re going to be my urinal. I’ll get off your balls only after I’m finished using you.”

“Mmm~” she responded, the closest thing she get to “Yes, master” in her current muffled state. She felt her master’s body change a bit; his legs became more relaxed, less tense. He rubbed her head like she was a pet, his own cheeks getting a bit rosy, as his urine began moving through his body. 

	“Ahh~” he sighed in pleasure and relief as a stream of piss trickled out of his dick. Renamon felt chills in her body from the surprise; the urine was hot and steamy, with a humidity to it that she could feel, the temperature of a bowl of soup. Not piping hot, not to the point of burning, but hot enough that it was comfortably warm… but still just a little too hot to drink, maybe more like coffee right out of the pot. The real painful part was the taste. It was incredibly bitter and nasty, sour, making her face cringe and shrivel like she’d bitten a lemon. Her body immediately identified it as urine, liquid waste that she was meant to expel, not to consume… she was biologically programmed not to drink it, which made this so much worse. Her entire being was psychologically against this act, her body wanting desperately to reject it.
	
	It slowly filled her mouth, the trickle loud as it hit her tongue and flesh, the sound of liquid filling a container… she didn’t want to swallow, she really didn’t want to swallow… or, well… She did want to swallow, honestly, to gulp down her master’s urine; it was just another part of serving him that she loved. It was more like her senses and instincts were telling her she definitely didn’t want this.

	But she looked at her master, at the relief on his face, at the pleasure of his expression, at his eyes, waiting to watch her gulp down his waste. She so desperately needed to please him. Even though it physically hurt, feeling like a knife in her gut, the sensation of swallowing needles… she gulped. Her whole body shivered, from head to toe, as the loud sound of her throat moving the liquid into her body rang out. It was disgusting, leaving her feeling so gross, so degraded… she really was like a urinal, her mouth the porcelain bowl that held the waste meant to be flushed into the sewer of her body. 

	“Good girl~ But you need to learn to do it faster, and you need to make it look more like you’re enjoying it, too. This should be like a dessert for you. I know you love serving me, and you love being my toilet because it’s a part of serving me, and it’s all degrading and such, but you need to learn to love the taste, too. You should be addicted to it, begging me just for a drop of my piss, or begging me to lick my ass after I use the toilet so you can get even a small taste. You should see me go into the bathroom and beg me not to flush so that you can clean the bowl out yourself. Do you understand?”
	
	“Mmm, mmm!” She responded; he kept pissing as he talked, and she eagerly swallowed this time, putting effort into making sure she didn’t show her disgust. She still wasn’t perfect, she had so much to learn…

	“Good girl. You’ll learn… clearly, you just need more toilet training… In fact, I may have the perfect way to give that to you~ But for now, keep swallowing; I’m not done.” He began pissing harder and faster, forcing Renamon to gulp it down faster and faster, swallowing over and over, but soon, urine dribbled from her lips, dripping down her chin and body, over her oversized breasts. “Pathetic. Let’s make this a bit easier for you.” He shoved his cock further into her mouth, forced it down her throat, listened to the sound of her throat grasping it; she made a wet sound, like a glurk, as she choked on its length. And he continued pissing… though this time, he just did it right down her throat, right down her neck. It was like he’d switched from a flushing toilet to a latrine, where the urine would just go straight down the drain. “There we go~” 

	It was incredibly uncomfortable, almost tortuous, Renamon’s body being filled with hot urine as she couldn’t do a thing to stop it from happening… Tears were in her eyes yet again, the pain of her balls being further squished not helping matters at all. And yet, she still loved it. She loved feeling like a toilet for Michael, and this really helped - she couldn’t fail this way, couldn’t resist, couldn’t do anything but be a perfect receptacle for his waste. 

	“Your body doesn’t belong to you… it belongs to me. So I get to do anything I want with it. Isn’t that right, Renamon~?” She let out a muffled moan of agreement; she’d said that exact thing to him as a confession of her love and servitude. “Good. Then I choose to treat your body like an object, like a tool for my use. But more than anything, it’s my toilet. Anything I’d do with a toilet, I can do with your body as well… pissing down your throat, letting my guests and even other servants use you, all of that is something I’m allowed to do and that I will do. Understood?”

	She moaned her enthusiastic, horny consent. He was overwhelmingly hot and attractive to her… More than anything, she specifically wanted to be his toilet, but if he wanted her to do it for other people too, then she’d comply, and she’d do it eagerly, knowing she was pleasing her master. 

	“Hmm… maybe I should make you be the servant’s latrine for a few days to get you better toilet training. I’ll be thinking about that~” Soon, his urine ran out, his bladder dried and empty. “There we go~” He shook her head to get all the last little drops out, then removed his cock from her mouth. Immediately, she longed to have it back inside her, even whimpering a bit as it was removed, but Michael ignored it. “Now…” He looked down at her balls.

	Normally, they’d be about a foot large all around; when he stepped on them, they’d flattened to around 6 inches of height. Now, with his weight constantly on them, slowly squishing them further… they were down to 2 inches, flattened like pancakes, much wider than usual. They looked thin enough to cut with a pair of scissors. “You must be feeling pretty terrible with how flat these are~” Michael said, laughing. 

	Renamon winced; her breathing was shaky and deep, her vision getting very blurry. She’d managed to distract herself from the pain by focusing on pleasuring Michael and being his toilet, but now, she was brought back to an extremely painful reality. “M-m-m-master… p-p-please…” she whimpered and whined, her throat too tight to say anything else, the bitter taste of his urine still fresh on her tongue. 

	“Hmm… well, alright~” Finally, he stepped off, and immediately, Renamon moaned with relief. Her balls remained flattened, ever so slowly regaining their full size; Michael looked at her face and saw tears running from down her cheeks from her eyes. Still though, they ached, which was almost worse then when they were actually being actively abused… Her liver pulsed with pain as her heart did, her balls aching and throbbing. They’d gone from white, to being red all around, with bruises on top that looked purple, blue, and black. Even as they slowly regained their size and definition, the indent from where they’d been stepped on was still visible, and they didn’t come back to their full roundness. They remained a bit flat, and they still shook too… though also, they appeared to swell a bit, which made them only bigger targets…

	Renamon’s cock quivered with a clear horniness, right on the edge of bursting with cum; she whined a bit from that sensation… “M-master?”

	“Yes, toilet slave~?” Michael responded.

	“C-can I cum?” She asked a bit nervously; Michael usually punished her anytime she came without his explicit permission. Which was unfortunate, considering how often she came without meaning to at all.

	“Maybe in a bit… I have an idea first, though. Stay here.” He walked into the bathroom, leaving Renamon in his room; she could see him from where she was, and she watched, as he went over to the toilet, to the big pile of cum she’d let out earlier, when she was drowning. “See this mess you made? I want you to clean it up… after I add to it a bit~” 

	“W-what do you mean, master?” she asked… and then watched as he aimed his cock at it… and proceeded to piss on top of the cum puddle, making it into a soupy, sloppy mess, far more bitter, far more gross… 

“Ah, that feels good~ Get in here, get on your paws and knees, and start licking it up. You’re not allowed to cum until it’s all clean, and when you do cum, I want you to do it in the toilet and flush it. Your seed is worthless to me, so you might as well just flush it~”

Renamon shuddered; it was a disgusting task… Every room in Michael’s estate was kept nearly sparkling clean, but his bathroom floor was destined to be at least somewhat dirty, given its nature of being a bathroom floor. What Renamon didn’t realize was that Michael had ordered for it not to be cleaned for weeks, just so that he could do exactly what he was doing it now - originally, he planned to just cum on the floor, then piss in his own cum and make Renamon clean it up with her mouth, making it significantly grosser. 

Still, though… if Michael commanded it, she couldn’t help but comply, and be happy about it. She got to drink more of his waste, even if she was still averse to it… And her cock quaked at the thought of getting to lick the outside of his toilet bowl, too. No doubt his piss was all over it from nights of coming in there in the darkness, missing the bowl or even just having droplets splash out of it… She was going to be swallowing so much of her master’s wonderful, amazing waste… “Y-yes, master~!” She said, eagerly. Her instincts were difficult to control; she still found the task to be disgusting and gross, the taste to be abhorrent and nearly impossible to enjoy, but she had to learn to love it for her master… and she would.

	She walked into the bathroom and did as he said, getting on her paws and knees in front of the pile of waste, and like a dog licking food off the floor, she stuck out her tongue and began to drink. She went slowly at first, dragging her wet tongue across it all, tasting the salty and bitter flavor combination from his piss and her own cum; she cringed with each mouthful she swallowed, getting chills with every single gulp, but she continued regardless, all to please her wonderful master. 

	He put a foot on her head and pushed it further down. “Clean up the whole thing. It should be spotless. Big mouthfuls.”

	“Mmm… o-of course, master~” She drank up as much as she could, filling her mouth, swallowing it all at once, shivering from the strong and sharp taste…

	Michael moved his foot off her face and kicked her in her swollen, tender balls, making her yelp in pain and surprise, her back legs shaking. “Enjoy it, toilet slave. I don’t want to hear any noise from you while you eat unless you’re moaning in pleasure~”

	“Mmph… y-yes, yes master~” She held back from cumming with all of her might, but it was so difficult; she wanted to let it out so badly, and her master kicking her in the balls only made her want it more. 

As she went along, her nuts perfectly dangling between her legs, Michael commanded, “Spread your legs.”

Immediately she moved her thighs further apart. “Yes, master~” She instantly knew why he requested that… He quickly kicked her in the balls yet again, as hard as he could. She groaned, and let out a shaky breath, continuing to lick up cum and piss, right off the dirty floor, as her balls were beaten and bruised. He was doing full-on soccer kicks, as they would’ve been called in martial arts; it was a self-explanatory term - usually, when attacking an opponent, you’d use an attack with less build-up. A side-kick, straight kick, or roundhouse kick were made for fighting a person, but a soccer kick was made for launching a soccer ball as far as possible; it had a whole lot more force to it, but didn’t work at all on a person’s anatomy…

…unless, of course, you were specifically kicking them in the balls, and those balls also happened to be as big as soccer balls themselves. 

As his foot impacted Renamon’s left ball, it moved up, squished against her pelvis, against her crotch, being momentarily squished and squeezed against her body, making her groan loudly, almost forcing her to vomit from the sheer pain. Having her balls squeezed felt entirely different, it was a dull, constant pain, horrible, and it only got worse the longer it went, but it was bearable. A ball kick like this, however, started with an instant flash of pain, far worse than the balls being stepped on, a flash bad enough it could make her fall to her knees if she’d been standing upright. The pain went through her body like a lightning strike, making every limb she had ache and hurt, and as the ball came back to its size, swelling further, it ached most of all. The worst part of being kicked wasn’t even the initial impact, but the ache that followed, an ache that hurt far worse than the ache from them being squeezed… she whined like a dog as she continued cleaning the mess, going as fast as she could, hoping her balls may be squeezed from being burst apart by her master’s kicks…

…but her tail was up, and it was wagging excitedly…

“What a pain slut~ Enjoying yourself, whore? If you liked that, have some more~” He kicked her once again, aiming for one ball at a time to get the most impact as possible. Her whole body shook as he impacted her right nut, making her yelp again, her voice high-pitched and clearly pained. 

“Urgh… t-thank you, m-master… i-it feels so good…~” she said, speaking from her lust, not from her intelligence or her mind. 

He kicked her again; another loud yelp and yip, more shaky breaths. She could hardly keep her body up, even in her position on the ground, it was still hard to maintain. She groaned in pain… and he did it again, and again… aiming for the same spot each time… He left bruises far bigger than before, made the balls swell to multiple more inches of width, made them throb with aching pain. “Wow, look at that~” He ran a finger across one of the balls, over the bruised spot, where they were blackened and shiny; he felt the ball tremble as he touched it, Renamon gritting her teeth and inhaling with pain as the sore spot was touched, making it ache even worse. “You like being kicked in the nuts, right, pain slut?”

Renamon gulped another mouthful of cum and piss… she was nowhere near done cleaning it up; this could take hours… Her loads of cum were so huge due to the size of her balls and her shaft. Her master had all the time in the world to decimate her poor, tender testicles. She loved it. “Yes, master, yes, I-I love it!! I love it when you torture me, and when you take advantage of my m-most weak, tender area…” She gulped nervously. “P-please kick me there again~!”

“Since you’re asking nicely, sure~” He drew his foot back, and kicked, once again. He aimed the front of his foot directly at the bruise, being sure to hit her exactly where it would hurt the most, his calf and thigh muscles flexing as he used them all to deliver the most powerful kick he could possibly muster. 

“Urghhh~!” She groaned and moaned at once, choking on her own cum. “M-more, please, master, please, a-again~!” 

“Hmm… hold on, let me put on something more appropriate~” Michael returned to his room, and soon returned wearing a pair of steel-toed, leather boots. Renamon could tell what they were from the sound of his heavy footsteps; she shivered in fear… this was going to hurt so much more!! 

She had no time to brace herself; as soon as he walked in, he kicked again, hard as he could, enough to make her nearly jump into the air with pain and surprise. “Ahh!!” She yelped out in pain, whole body shaking like she was in an earthquake, tears falling down her cheeks from the pain, cock throbbing from the pleasure. “Oh my god, i-it hurts so much… m-master… m-more, please, more!!” 

Michael responded with another kick, and another, and another…

…and this continued, until her balls were bruised and battered from every angle and surface, black and blue all over, covered in painful bruises. Anywhere that wasn’t a dark shade of black was a dark red, and the steel toe had a particular effect of leaving some cuts and some indents that ended up drawing blood. They were bad enough that they could even potentially leave scars where they’d hit. He laughed at her expense, enjoying himself, stroking himself off; he soon reached the point of climax, aiming his long shaft and cumming right on Renamon’s head, his seed squirting all over her. 

“Oh! T-t-t-thank you, m-m-master,” she said, happy to be showered in his seed… though, after all that abuse and pain, her mind was scrambled. Her body felt like it’d gone through a paper shredded; she was a broken mess, her vision blurry and black, bright spots in it. Her ears rang, her stomach churned, her liver pounded, she breathed hard, panting and groaning and moaning…

Michael, still keeping his cock aimed at her head, began to piss, letting his steamy urine run over her fur. His cum stuck to it, and his urine soaked into it, marking her with his scent; her animal instincts made it so she associated the smell of piss with another animal’s territory. If she was being pissed on, she was basically being marked as Michael’s territory, his property, and she adored that, of course. It was such a gift to be his toilet… “You did good; looks like you cleaned everything up. Good girl.”

“T-t-t-thank you, m-master,” she said again, barely able to speak, her voice sounding so broken but still loving. It was a miracle she hadn’t came; she was so desperate for it…

“You can cum now, but remember, in the toilet, like I said.”

“Mmm… r-right~” She was so horny… it was difficult to actually stand, after all this pain, but gripping the toilet seat, she was able to pull herself up, grabbing her massive cock and getting the tip to point into the bowl. She rubbed it only the slightest bit, then let out a loud moan, immediately blasting her cum into the toilet. 

The bowl was only barely big enough to hold it all; Michael chuckled as he watched her spill her load. He went back behind her, raised a foot, and kicked her in the balls yet again, right between the legs. She grunted loudly in pain, grabbing the toilet’s tank to keep herself steady… She was nearly foaming at the mouth from pain, a few drops of blood falling from her testes…

As she finished cumming, the pleasure mixing with the pain of the kick, Michael casually flushed the toilet. It was another part of her animal instincts that she needed to breed; to her, having sex and having offspring was, instinctually, inwardly, her number one goal as an animal. That made her seed extremely precious and important to her, made it so she needed to protect it, the same as she did with her balls… And yet, now, she watched as Michael degraded her by casually flushing it down the toilet, the same as any other waste, watching all that seed swirl away… It made her feel so much lower than him, so worthless, it was torture… And yet, still, she loved it. If it had been anyone other than Michael who treated her seed that way, she’d have killed them on the spot, but Michael was the only one she deemed worthy to have offspring with anyway; if he determined that her seed was worthless enough to flush down the toilet, then that’s what should happen… And hopefully, one day, he might decide it was worth more… Though, it got a bit confusing if she thought about how breeding would actually work between them…

She was pulled out of her thoughts by Michael’s words. “Good girl~ Did you enjoy yourself~?”

	“Oh!” Cumming had brought her back to her senses a bit… though she was still overwhelmingly in pain, enough that her legs trembled, and she struggled to stay standing, still using the toilet’s tank for support. And she was still insanely horny… “Y-yes, master… I-I loved all of it~ I love serving you~”

	“Good! Because we’re not done yet. Remember how I mentioned that I had an idea for some toilet training earlier~?” He smirked. “Come on - we’re going down to the servant’s quarters. You don’t look like you can walk right now, but you’d better figure it out; if you fall, I’m going to stomp on your balls as punishment. I might just castrate you if you can’t make it down with all that pain.”

	“God… y-yes… yes master~” 

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	“Um… T-Tulip… d-doesn’t this seem like a bit much?”

	“I left you ungagged so I could hear you scream, darling, not to hear you complain~”

	“Mmm… r-right…”

	Renamon hung in the air, tied and hoisted up by her feet, dangling from a statue in the courtyard of Michael’s Estate, right in the middle. Her arms were tied together as well, rope wrapped around her balls and cock at the base so that they would be good and exposed, her eyes covered. She could feel the air on her naked body, ruffling her fur… She was really out in the open, able to be seen from nearly any window that faces the courtyard, which was quite a lot of them. 

	“We have a good audience~” Tulip said, tying the rope off so Renamon would be held in the air. 

	“R-r-really?” Renamon’s voice cracked, her cheeks turning red; she was totally naked, exposed, and hung upside down for all to see… this was so embarrassing… 

	“Mhm~” Tulip wasn’t lying either; there were tons of servants stopping to watch. Even Michael himself had stopped to look from his bedroom window. 

	Tulip was just visiting the Estate for business purposes today, but she’d asked Michael for a “toy” to play with… of course, Renamon was the best choice she had. She didn’t have much time to play around, but she was going to get the most out of this she could. 

	Renamon swayed slightly in the air, the wind giving her a light blow; she was feeling sick, her head aching from the rush of blood. Everywhere that ropes had been tied, she was aching from the tightness…

	“Alright, let’s get started!” Tulip called. “Let’s see how good my aim is~”

	“Y-your aim? AGH!” Renamon breathed in sharply as she felt a hard, cold, blunt object slam into one of her hyper balls. Tulip had picked up a large stone and thrown it as hard as she could at one of the Digimon’s sensitive testicles, hitting hard enough to leave a big purple bruise and leave an indent for just a moment. “Nnnghh…”

	“Already struggling from just one little rock~?” Tulip giggled. “Too bad… I still have a bunch more~”

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