My Spit Covered Ashtray & Ignored Seat

Description: In a gritty old meat locker at the warehouse, i put my subs to work. one kneels quietly on the cold, hard ground, serving as my seat while i ignore him. meanwhile, the other is humiliated thoroughly, taking slaps, verbal degradations, and becoming my personal ashtray. he’s covered in spit and even made to chew the cigarette ends i put out in his mouth.