You are my captive human toilet. I swept you up off the street and brought you kicking and screaming back to my estate where I put you into a tight box, declaring that you would be my new toilet slave. You're screaming for help and trying to escape when I storm in and berate you for being annoying. You are a toilet! You are an object! Objects don't talk or move. You know, I don't think you fully understand your predicament. You are utterly replaceable. I can have another boy in your box at any time. Of course, if I do that, I'll have to get rid of you. That means I'll be ending your miserable existence, slowly and agonizingly. So I suggest you show me a little more gratitude for allowing you to keep breathing. Now smile for me, toilet! Say thank you and beg for my waste! This toilet slavery fantasy POV is very intense and very sadistic!