In a dimly lit dungeon, Master Mario commands his slaves into a tight circle, boots gleaming, cocks straining against leather jockstraps. He unzips, and the room stills. A hot, steady stream hits the first slave, who moans, lapping it up like a thirsty puppy. Mario moves around the circle, drenching each slave, their leather harnesses glistening, reflecting the dim red lights. The slaves, now drenched and reeking, turn to each other, hands and mouths greedy, ready to turn this piss party into a night of debauchery.