In the dimly lit, pungent bathroom, Joel Mason, a name now synonymous with humiliation, is made to perform another demeaning act. With "rullerisouse" as his guide, he wraps his lips around the cold, hard toilet brush, his tongue pushing against the bristles, tasting the remnants of strangers' waste. His eyes water, his face scrunches up, but he persists, his body squirming in discomfort, a captive to his own perverse desires and his master's commands.