Being in such a degrading position is certainly a misfortune for him. Despite his attempts to open his mouth wide and tilt his head over the toilet, most of my urine ends up entering his nostrils first, and then flows down his throat.
As my golden liquid reaches the back of his neck, his nose is stinging, and he is blinded by the piss that has splashed into his eyes. He is choking and gasping for air, and life has become utterly miserable for him.
However, I take no pity on him. I derive pleasure from watching my human toilet slaves struggle, choke, and gag beneath me.