Middle-aged banker Goro had been stupid enough to talk back to his mistress after being smacked extra hard on the face. Now he was to be melded into an evil piss bong a contraption of plastic and unspoiled power. The evil mistresses immobilized Goro with the foulest insults to his manhood, before ordering him to open his pathetic mouth to receive the end of the piss bong. The hard pipe went into his mouth, and he could only use his tongue to keep it from kittling his tonsils. The mistresses poured almost a liter of colored urinate into the large receptacle on top of the spasm. The thick piss sloshed lazily as it was being poured, before swishing insidiously down the pipes. The piss smelled like rotting fish and raw salt, and made the room musty and puke-worthy. The shock of the taste made Goro gag, but they kept pouring the foul-smelling golden elixir into the piss bong, and its natural, fermenting warmth instantly flowed down Goros captive throat, filling his unsuspecting stomach that immediately retched from the rotting pee.