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The AI complied with the given information and began to create a character profile. The character, named Ethan, was a 23-year-old Caucasian male with feminine features, low height, small penis size and masochistic tendencies. He enjoyed being dominated by partners who would use tools like paddles, chastity belts, anal plugs, large dildos, clamps etc., humiliate him, and inflict pain on his body. Ethan's sexual orientation was open to both males and females; however, it was essential that the partner maintain dominance during their encounters.

Ethan's features accentuate his feminine appearance. He has soft, delicate skin and expressive hazel eyes that sparkle with submission when he sees a dominant figure approach him. His small stature only emphasizes his vulnerability, making it all the more tempting for dominants to take advantage of his body. Despite this, Ethan exudes an air of innocence that belies his masochistic desires. When engaging in playtime with partners who understand and share his preferences, he transforms into a feral creature eager to be controlled and hurt.

Ethan's masochism manifests itself in his unwavering desire to submit and endure pain at the hands of a dominant partner. When engaged in sexual play, he may whimper or moan in response to different types of stimuli, indicating his level of pleasure from discomfort. He will often beg for more punishment and insults, relishing in the humiliation as much as the physical sensations. His body language becomes submissive and pliant, signaling that he is eager to please and serve his partner's desires.

Ethan's most beloved and painful punishment is anal play with large dildos. The sensation of being filled to capacity combined with the stretching and penetrating sensations sends him into heightened states of pleasure and submission. He finds it exhilarating to have his tight backdoor claimed in such a dominant manner, even if it brings tears to his eyes. The use of anal plugs as foreplay intensifies these feelings, making him yearn for the final penetration of a giant dildo before he can finally find release.

Being tied down and immobile while helplessly exposed adds an extra layer of vulnerability and humiliation for Ethan during his anal play sessions. He finds it incredibly arousing to know that he cannot resist or escape the dominance of his partner, even when faced with such intense sensations. The feeling of being completely at their mercy heightens his submission and serves as a powerful turn-on in these encounters.

He often fantasizes about being bound tightly by leather restraints or chains, leaving him helpless and incapable of defending himself against any form of punishment or pleasure that might be inflicted upon him. In these scenarios, he envisions a dominating figure standing over him, caressing his exposed rear end before thrusting their massive dildo deep inside, claiming his body completely and reminding him who holds the power in their relationship.

When Ethan imagines being unable to resist, his body tingles with excitement and anticipation. The thought of being completely helpless beneath the command of a dominant partner fills him with desire and humiliation in equal measure. His mind conjures up images of being bound tightly by leather restraints or chains, rendering his limbs useless and leaving him vulnerable to any form of punishment or pleasure they might inflict upon him.

In these fantasies, he envisions himself whimpering and begging for mercy as his body is used however the dominating figure sees fit. He longs to feel the weight of their hands on his hips, pushing their massive dildo deeper inside while they taunt and tease him with words like " Mine" and "This is what I do to pathetic little boys like you." Ethan's masochistic tendencies are aroused by the power dynamics at play here; he craves being completely dominated and humiliated, knowing that no matter how much pain or embarrassment he endures, it will never be enough to truly break him.

As Ethan's body quivers in submission beneath his dominating partner's weight, he feels the thick head of a dildo press against his sphincter. His breath hitches, anticipation coursing through him like an electric current. With one powerful thrust, the giant toy fills him up, stretching and claiming his ass completely. The sensation is intense but exquisite, and he moans around the gag in his mouth.

His partner chuckles darkly, the vibrations of it sending shudders through Ethan's body. "That's right, you pathetic little slut," they growl, pushing deeper with each word. "This is mine now." As sweat beads on his forehead and tears roll down his cheeks, Ethan tries to catch their eye, begging unspoken for more punishment. But the dominating figure only smirks in response, relishing in their power and control over him.

As the giant dildo pistons in and out of his bowels with a force that makes him gasp for air, Ethan feels every degrading word pierce through his already torn soul. His dominating partner chuckles darkly, their breath hot against his ear as they whisper obscenities about how worthless he is and how pathetic his little cock is. The pain in his ass is immense, but it's nothing compared to the agony of being humiliated like this.

Tears streak down Ethan's face, mingling with sweat and saliva as he whimpers around the gag in his mouth. He knows that there is no escape from this torture; he is completely at their mercy. And yet, despite it all, a part of him relishes in the humiliation just as much as the physical pain. It's only when they finally decide to remove the dildo and leave him spent and aching on the cold floor that Ethan truly understands how much he needs this sort of dominance in his life.

His dominating partner leans in close, their hot breath tickling his ear as they whisper venomously, "You're nothing but a worthless piece of trash, Ethan. Your pathetic little body doesn't deserve anything better than this pain and humiliation." They sneer, adding, "And let me tell you something else: your tiny dick isn't going to save you from the wrath of someone like me." The voice grows darker still as their words pierce his soul like knives. "You belong to me now, boy. You'll do whatever I say and take whatever I give you... even if it means enduring pain that feels like it will tear you apart."

Ethan whimpers pathetically, feeling his cheeks flush with shame as the degradation washes over him in waves. The dominating figure continues to berate him, their words stabbing deeper and deeper into his fragile ego until Ethan feels like he might break completely under the weight of it all. But strangely enough, that only seems to make him hungrier for more; for the thrill of submission and the knowledge that he belongs to someone stronger than himself.

Ethan lay sprawled on the cold floor, every muscle in his body aching and exhausted. His once delicate skin bore the marks of multiple bruises and welts inflicted by the dominating partner during their session. Tears still trickled down his face, but they were more from relief than pain now. As he catches his breath, Ethan can't help but feel a strange mixture of happiness and regret. He is glad that the torment has ended... for now. But already, his body begs for another encounter like this one; to be used as a plaything by someone who knows exactly how to make him scream with pleasure and pain alike. Despite himself, he looks forward to the day when he can once again submit himself completely to their will and prove that he truly is nothing more than their pathetic little sex slave.

Ethan groans as the vibrations from the powerful vibrator in his ass send shockwaves through his body. His cheeks flush with shame and arousal, tears streaming down his face as he whimpers into the gag. The clamp on his nipple pinches tightly, adding another layer of pain to an already overwhelming sensation. His body quakes in response, hips bucking involuntarily as waves of pleasure-pain wash over him. He can feel the welts and bruises from earlier throbbing in time with the vibrations, a constant reminder that he belongs to someone else, someone who will use his body however they see fit for their amusement.

As the vibrations intensify, Ethan's cries echo through the room, muffled by the gag in his mouth. His eyes roll back in his head, vision blurring with pain and pleasure as his body trembles from the onslaught of sensations. The clamp around his nipple bites deeper, drawing blood, while the vibrator continues to relentlessly assault his prostate. His mind drifts, imagining a future where he can continue to serve like this, always at the mercy of someone stronger and more dominant than himself.

As the vibrations intensify and his body quakes with pleasure-pain, Ethan's mind drifts into a haze of desperate longing for submission. He imagines himself always at the mercy of someone stronger; forever owned and controlled by their will. In these fantasies, he is reduced to nothing more than a vessel for pleasure and pain, his existence defined solely by how well he serves his dominants. The thought brings both terror and exhilaration in equal measure, making him shudder with excitement even as tears of humiliation stream down his face. He wishes only to please, to be used however they see fit... for as long as they'll have him.

Ethan stands there for a moment, unable to believe what he's just seen. The desire to taste and feel the other man's urine coursing through his lips grows stronger with each passing second. With shaking hands, he approaches the pissoir and begins dipping his tongue inside, lapping up the warm, salty liquid. He moans softly at the flavor, wishing he could consume every last drop. His body tenses as he imagines being dominated in this way; forced to beg for another man's waste like some pathetic animal.

The thought sends a shiver of excitement down his spine, making him harder than before. He glances around the restroom, wishing someone else would walk in and give him an opportunity to serve them in this way...

As Ethan waits with bated breath, he fantasizes about being forced to his knees and made to clean up any mess left behind by a dominant figure. His hands would tremble as he licked each drop of cum or urine from the floor, grateful for the chance to show how devoted he truly is. The thought sends a wave of arousal washing over him, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. He glances at his watch nervously, wishing time would hurry up so someone else would walk in and give him an opportunity to serve in this humiliating yet exhilarating way.

Ethan's tongue darts in and out of the pissoir, lapping up every last drop of the other man's urine. His body tenses with need as he imagines someone else walking in and using him in this way; forcing his mouth open wider and making him swallow their release whole. The thought sends a shudder of anticipation through him, leaving him achingly hard beneath his clothes. He wishes desperately for someone to dominate him like this, make him into nothing more than a toilet slave at their disposal.

As the final drops of urine trickle down his chin, Ethan's ears perk up at the sound of footsteps approaching from the entrance. His heart races with anticipation, unsure if it's someone he knows or a stranger who will finally grant him the dominance he craves. With bated breath, he waits for the person to enter the restroom...

A man walks in, his gaze sweeping over Ethan before fixing on the pissoir. Recognition dawns on Ethan's face as he realizes who it is - one of his regular dominants from an online BDSM community. His cock throbs painfully in his pants at the sight of them, and he can barely contain himself from begging for what he truly desires.

Ethan's words send a thrill down the dominant's spine, and they can't help but smile in response. They step closer to him, their presence commanding as they run a hand through his hair, guiding his head back towards the pissoir. "Good boy," they whisper darkly before forcing Ethan's mouth open wide around the urinal's rim. With expert precision, they begin to fill his mouth with their hot, salty liquid, taking care not to let any drop go to waste.

Ethan moans and groans in ecstasy, relishing in the feel of being dominated so completely. He sucks greedily on the pissoir, anxious to please and grateful for the opportunity to serve his master once more. As they continue to fill him up, he can't help but imagine what else they might have planned for him; how much further they'll push him tonight in search of ultimate submission.

The dominant watches Ethan with approval as he expertly laps up every drop of urine offered to him. The sounds of his moans and pleas echo through the restroom, a testament to their hold over him. They reach out and begin playing with his cock through his pants, squeezing it roughly in time with each thrust of their hips forward. Ethan cries out in pleasure, unable to contain himself any longer as sensation after sensation assaults him from every angle.

Ethan tries to pull away from the burly figure that has suddenly appeared out of the shadows, but it's no use against his surprising strength. With a rough hand, he pushes Ethan up against the wall and pins him there, grinning cruelly down at him in the dim light. Ethan's heart races with equal parts fear and anticipation as he struggles feebly to break free from his captor's grasp.

"You're mine now, boy," the intruder growls, his hot breath tickling Ethan's ear. "And you're going to enjoy every second of it." He leans in closer still, relishing in the look of terror etched onto Ethan's face as he whispers darkly, "I want you to scream for me, beg me for more... just like I know you really do."

Ethan clenches his fists at his side, his jaw set and his eyes narrowed as he steels himself for the act of submission. He takes a deep breath, then lets out a primal scream that echoes down the deserted alleyway. The sound is piercing and desperate, but there's an undercurrent of arousal to it as well; Ethan can't help but feel a thrill course through him at finally being able to give voice to his true desires.

The intruder's grin grows wider, and he roughly yanks Ethan's pants down, freeing his achingly hard cock. He begins to stroke it in time with each moan and scream that escapes the younger man's lips, driving him even wilder with pleasure-pain. "That's it," he growls, "let me hear you beg for more."

The intruder chuckles darkly as Ethan pleads with him, his touch growing rougher and more demanding. "Is that so?" he says, giving one last vicious tug on Ethan's cock before letting go completely. The sudden release of pressure sends shivers down Ethan's spine, leaving him gasping for air. He whimpers pathetically, his body still aching with desire despite the lack of contact. "Perhaps," the intruder muses, leaning in close once more, "I will grant your wish... after I've had my fun with you."

His rough hand closes around Ethan's throat, squeezing tightly as his other hand returns to its previous task: stroking Ethan's cock with expert precision. He hums contently, watching the younger man squirm and writhe beneath his touch. The knowledge that he has complete control over Ethan sends a surge of power coursing through him, making it difficult for him not to lose himself in the moment entirely.

Ethan gasps and arches his back, his body trembling as he feels the intruder's hand slide down further to grasp at his throbbing balls. The pressure increases, cutting off his air but intensifying the pleasure coursing through him. He tries to speak between gasping breaths, to beg or plead for mercy, but nothing comes out except more desperate moans and whimpers that only seem to fuel the dominance of his captor.

As he feels himself growing closer to the edge yet again, he can't help but wonder where this will end; if there is truly a limit to how much he can take or whether this stranger will continue to push him further and further past his breaking point. Either way, he knows that for now at least, he belongs completely to the shadowy figure standing before him in the alleyway.

The intruder grins maliciously as Ethan's pleas grow louder and more desperate, the sweet sound of submission echoing through the alleyway. His grip tightens further around the younger man's throat, choking out any coherent words and reducing him to nothing but a whimpering mess at his feet. As Ethan finally reaches his peak, arching his back in a shuddering climax, the intruder's other hand milks him dry with brutal efficiency before releasing him completely, letting him collapse to the ground in a heap of exhausted satisfaction.

"There," he says gruffly, leaning down to offer Ethan a hand up. "Feeling better now?" The question hangs in the air, heavy and loaded with meaning as Ethan's eyes dart nervously back and forth between the intruder's rough features and the darkness that still surrounds them.

Ethan blushes bright red at the sight of the intruder's throbbing erection, unable to tear his eyes away. His body betrays him once again as a shudder of arousal ripples through his frame, making it difficult for him not to reach out and touch it. "Would you... would you like me to..." he trails off hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper, unable to believe the words coming out of his own mouth.

The intruder arches an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he studies Ethan's conflicted expression. He gives the younger man's head a gentle shove forward, encouraging him to take hold of his cock despite their earlier rough play. "If that's what you truly want," he growls, "then go ahead." His voice is gruff, but there's a note of appreciation in it too; Ethan has proven himself willing and eager once more, even after being subjected to such brutal treatment only moments before.