Jacey's Put In-Use by Aadrin Blue
part 5
When Jacey was a very young child, his mother had given him the 'growing up' talk. They had been on their way home from somewhere when the car stalled out because it had been poorly charged. Jacey couldn't remember where they had been that morning, but he did remember the conversation he'd had with his mother, in complete detail.
"Mommy," he'd said, in that curious childish tone that every parent knows.
"Just a second, JJ, while mommy has Dessa call the CAA for a jump, ok honey," his mother answered. Jacey nodded as his mother and her av arranged for help with their car problem. "Yes JJ?"
"Mommy, where did I come from," he asked. His mother smiled, then. Looking back, he realized she must have been ready for the question.
"Well honey, you came from inside mommy," she explained. Jacey rolled his eyes... Of course he knew that already, everyone knew that babies usually came out from their mommies's tummies, and that they made their mommies look very big when they were inside.
"I know I came from you, but why did that happen?"
"Well, daddy and I were very happy together, and we decided that we wanted a baby to love. Now since we had one mommy and one daddy, we let nature choose half of daddy's DNA, and half of mommy's DNA, and then that combination became you, and you used it to grow inside mommy. And then you came outside into the world! When you were born we were so happy, Jacey, because we had such a beautiful baby boy!" This made Jacey smile.
"Nature means random chance, right mommy?" he asked.
"That's right! You are so smart," his mommy said.
"Will I have a baby some day," he asked. His mommy patted his shoulder.
"Not until you're much older, I hope," she said. They both laughed. Jacey thought of something else and giggled.
"Babies don't come out of daddies," he said. The ludicrous image of a pregnant daddy made him giggle some more. "Will my baby come out of a mommy," Jacey asked. His mother looked at his innocent face, so bright and curious, and she swelled with pride.
"It might, Jacey. But you don't have to worry, honey. There are other ways that families can have babies, and they are all special," she said.
"Why are there other ways? Does nature not work sometimes," he asked her. This time she looked a little uncomfortable... At the time Jacey thought she was trying to remember the answer, but in retrospect he knew that she was really trying to decide how to answer his question in terms a child would understand.
"Well, honey, sometimes a family has trouble making a baby all on their own, so they have to have a bit of help. Some mommies can't grow a baby inside because it would make them sick, but they still want to be mommies. And you know that daddies can't make babies on their own either, but they still want to be daddies. That's why we have other ways to help them. All it takes to have a family is love, honey. Some day, when you decide you're ready, you will fall in love with a girl or boy who will be very special to you, and you'll want to spend all of your time together. That's what happened to mommy and daddy. It takes a long time, but if the person is right for you, you will get a home together, and if you want to, you can get married," she explained.
"Wow," Jacey exclaimed. "Does it feel good to fall in love?"
"Oh yes. It feels very good," his mommy told him. Just then, Jacey turned to look out the car window, and came face to face with Bradley del Mar's cruelly twisted grin. Suddenly the car was gone and Jacey was tumbling through darkness. Brad towered over him, a giant, his booming laughter shaking Jacey to the core.
Jacey bolted awake in a cold sweat, his sudden motion rewarded, through his bondage, with a sharp pain in his ass as the plug was jostled by his movement against the bicycle-style seat he was locked over. He was still trapped in position in the school's hidden punishment room. The heat must have made him fall asleep, he realized. As he regained his composure, he discovered that he had begun to adjust to the presence of the plug. It was no longer terribly uncomfortable, as long as he didn't put pressure on it. The diaper had also finally absorbed most of the wetness away from his body. Despite some mild muscle cramps which he was now shaking off, it actually occurred to Jacey that he was as comfortable as he had been so far. He was continuing to adjust himself as another 'customer' arrived to use him.
Jacey was way past acceptance, at this point. He simply knelt, braced on his hands, and tilted his head back. He began swallowing as soon as the piss hit his throat. The thought occurred to him that he was more annoyed at the inconvenience of having his physical shifting interrupted than he was at actually having to drink this boy's pee. Jacey wondered what he had become in the few short hours since he'd been placed here. There wasn't much he had to drink this time, and the boy quickly finished and left. He knew it was some time in the third quarter of the day. There was one more break, one more period after that, and then he would have his freedom. But he still had Brad and his 'surprise' to look forward to. He began thinking about why Brad would be acting the way he was, until he was interrupted.
A red haired boy, big, maybe a level eleven or twelve, came into the bathroom and then stopped. One by one, he looked at each of the three urinals. He seemed a little nervous as he glanced at something on his com, which he had clipped above the left breast posket of his unzipped sweater. Jacey knew something strange was up when he left and then came right back in a moment later. Jacey's suspicion was confirmed when the boy came right to the middle fixture, and opened his pants: his six-inch penis was erect. The redhead began stroking himself deliberately as he stood there. Jacey groaned against his tube gag.
This was surreal; why would anyone risk masturbating out in the bathroom, in plain view of anyone who could enter at any time? This kid must get off on the fear of being caught, thought Jacey. For thirty or forty-five seconds the other boy beat himself off, untill he started gasping. He was approaching orgasm. Jacey watched him as he aimed his cock directly at the center of the drain, and suddenly the redhead's entire body shudderred as he began shooting a thick white lace of cum into the urinal, globs quickly falling into the drain holes. Jacey counted as the boy shot at least seven or eight spurts of cum, his cock pointed directly at the drain. It looked like it could be two tablespoons of cum! Jacey had never cum that much in his life. He watched it slowly slide down the drain, move towards the tube, and he knew that eventually he would be forced to feel it dribble into his mouth through the hole in the gag. Just when he thought he couldn't be more humiliated today.
He saw the boy was still pointing his tool at the drain, and concentrating. Suddenly, the boy squirted a dribble of urine out. He was going to pee! The cum washed a little bit faster, entering the tube and began slowly twisting its way around. The redhead's bladder gave way with full force and his golden cider pushed the thick white bolt of cum along the tube at full speed. When it slammed into Jacey's mouth, he tasted the pulpy sticky goo first as it painted the back of his mouth and rolled over the front of his tongue. Before he could even react to this new humiliation, the cum was immediately followed by a splash of the boy's pee. Taken by surprise by the new unpleasant taste and texture, he nearly choked once as he tried to swallow his first mouthful of the boy's mixed output. He could feel the slippery boy glue rolling down his throat, but much of it still coated the inside of his mouth. He could taste the mix of cum and piss with each gulp he was forced to take. After a while, the boy's flow stopped and Jacey's task serving as this boy's urinal was complete. The boy stepped back but did not leave. Jacey's mouth and throat still burned, the taste of the boy's cum lingered all over. Just then, who should walk in to the bathroom, but Bradley.
"Did you do it like I said?" he asked. The redhead nodded nervously. Brad tapped his com, and both it and the redhead's com flashed green momentarily. A money transfer. "Good, now get out of here," Brad ordered. The redhead obeyed. Jacey was disgusted and horrified; so the entire display had been meant for him all along. Brad turned towards the urinal. "That was another special treat. But I brought you something to wash it down with! This is your surprise," he said, reaching into his bag. He began pouring something into the Urinal from a water bottle. "Have some lemonade, I saved it for you last night when I figured out you'd be here," he said. When the first of the liquid streamed into Jacey's mouth, it was worse than anything yet: it was Bradley's cold, stale urine from the night before. Somehow piss tasted much worse when it was cold, but it was still flavoured uniquely to Bradley. Jacey was forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of cold pee: the entire small water bottle and part of a second... Brad had definately used the bottles more than once. Jacey was relieved when Brad capped the second bottle and took it away, though it was still three quarters full. Jacey was still finishing off the cold piss as Brad packed up and turned to leave.
"See you later, cock slut. Have a good fourth period," he said. By the time the sched-tone for fourth went off, Jacey had already wet himself again. The dampness in the diaper became more intense, and wouldn't seem to drain away from his skin. Jacey got used to boys' piss running down his throat, eventually he was swallowing it with much less trouble and revulsion. Eventually, the day ended, and Jacey faced his toughest challenge yet... He had to drink from four boys one after the other. They were much faster than him, and eventually their urine mixed together to form a small pool at the bottom of the urinal. As he continued to drink their sour piss, they all left to go home. Soon, his punishment time had passed and the principal came to release him. Wordlessly, he unlocked all of the chains. When he unbuckled the gag, Jacey coughed. The principal took off the restraints from Jacey's body, and gave him his basket of clothing.
"Take off the diaper at home, the school is closing now," said the Principal.
"What about the plug?" asked Jacey. His voice was raw, it sounded odd to him, after he had't used it all day long.
"The harness will release tonight some time, after a few more hours have passed. Wear it until then as a helpful reminder of your experience today. Now go home," the Principal ordered. Jacey strapped on his com first out of habit, but he was too embarrassed to reactivate Flash until he'd pulled on the rest of his clothes and run out of the room. He couldn't take the bus with the cold soggy diaper on under his pants, because he was afraid everyone would find out about it. He didn't want to com his parents either, for the same reason, so he decided it would be best to walk the two kilometres back to his home. At the end of the road would be release from his cold wet prison, and something to wash away the taste of all the boys who had used him as their personal toilet that day. He reactivated Flash and began trudging down the road.
A few minutes later, a car pulled up beside him. The passenger window rolled down. He looked inside, and saw Bradley.
"Want a lift, slut face?" said Brad. Jacey ignored him. Brad honked the horn of his car. "I said something to you, Jacey, now you answer me when I speak to you," he yelled. He seemed genuinely angry. "Now do you, or do you not, want a lift? I'd suggest you take it, because I'm not going to offer again, and it looks like it's going to rain," he snickered. "I wouldn't want you to get any wetter," he said. Jacey sighed.
"Yes please, a ride would be nice..." said Jacey. Brad pulled the car to the side of the road ahead of Jacey, and leaned out the driver's side window.
"From now on you call me sir, cause that's what I am to you now. I found you out, slut face, and finder's keepers," said Brad. He popped the trunk. "Get in the trunk now, Jacey."
For reasons even Jacey didn't know, he hung his head, stepped forward, and began climbing into the trunk.
"Jacey, what the hell is going on," asked Flash. Jacey shook his head. He lay down on his side in the trunk, the wetness in his diaper seeping down and settling against his thigh in this new position.
"I don't want to talk about it," he said, as he closed the trunk with himself inside, curled up in darkness.
Brad's car sped off. The ride was especially bumpy, or so it seemed from in the trunk. Flash worried about Jacey, but he did honour the boy's request for silence. Eventually, the car stopped. When the trunk opened, Brad was standing over Jacey. Jacey sat up in the trunk, and could see that they were parked beside his house. Brad stood looking down at him.
"Thank me for what I gave you today in school," he said. Jacey couldn't bear to maintain eye contact, so he looked down.
"Thank you, Brad sir," he said.
"For what, Jacey?"
"For your... your special treat," he said. His face flushed red with embarassment, but blood was also flowing elsewhere in his body. Just then, Brad handed Jacey the second plastic bottle, which was still 3 quarters full. Jacey looked up at him questioningly.
"Go ahead, you can finish it if you want it. But only if you want it," Brad said. Jacey looked from the bottle in his hands, to Brad, and back to the bottle. Brad was crazy, why would Jacey possibly want to do that? He couldn't...
"But Jacey, if you don't drink it right here, I'll never give you anymore, ever," Brad promised. This brought genuine fear into Jacey's heart, for some reason. He couldn't believe his situation. Who would have thought this morning that mere hours later he would be kneeling in service at the mercy of his dream boy, who'd never said more than two words at a time to him before today? Whatever had happened had made him special.
Jacey had no idea how he had turned into what he had become. But there was one thing he did know, and that was that he was in love with Brad. He would do anything for Brad, and the thought of losing any part of him... of breaking any connection they had whatsoever, was heart-rending. And so, with fresh tears on his cheek, and staring straight up into the eyes of the boy he loved, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and slowly raised it to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the rim of the bottle, and slowly tipped it, letting the cold yellow contents pour into him. He took a mouthful and then lowered the bottle, and held Brad's piss in his mouth for a second. As Brad watched him try not to cringe at the taste, Jacey deliberately swallowed it as proudly as he could so that Brad could see. Brad smiled. Jacey slowly finished the rest of the bottle in this manner, and Brad took it back from him.
"Excellent. Well, there you go, home sweet home," Brad said. He helped Jacey out of the car, and then moved to get back into the driver's seat. "Oh, you're coming home with me tomorrow after school, so make arrangements. See you later, Jacey slut face," he said. Then he drove away like it was nothing.
To Be Continued
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