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Swallow it, like a good slave. Shane was talking at me, as he did so I could feel my diaper fill.
It was a Friday night. It had been a few weeks since my weekend as Boss property and slave. I'd spent the last hour blindfolded on the roof terrace acting as a urinal. It was 7pm and Shane and his colleagues had been working hard on finalising a project, and as a thank you I had been drafted in to serve them as they celebrated with a few drinks. At the other side of the terrace was Phil, who was acting as an ashtray. The lack of vision had heightened my senses and I could here Phil failing to suppress the squeals of pain when hot ash touched his bare skin, or the screams when almost dead cigars were being stubbed out on his nipples
Master wanted to make sure that my service was uninterrupted so had instructed me to wear an adult diaper, so that if I had to piss I could stay where I was without making a mess.
Shane had put me in a sling so that I was on my back, my head slightly hanging down and the jaws forced open, and my legs up in the air, my hole ready for use. As a result although I had been used a urinal now at least a dozen dozen-times my mouth had barely had any contact with any of the cocks that had entered me. As well as urine a number were taking advantage of my open mouth to fill it with spit.
I recognized most of the voices from my regular urinal service within the building. If I had put my mind to it probably could have identified them without their voices, just on the taste of the urine.
Then a voice I didn't recognise Sorry Shane I just can't I don't smoke, and get piss shy, and It just seems wrong.
Come on Jake, it's one of the perks of working in the building, there's a team of six men who are on almost continuous call waiting to be used. And this one here he may be the newest addition but he's the best cock sucker, and piss drinker you are going to find.
It still seems wrong said the voice , sounding increasingly nervous
You just don't know what you're missing. Look at it, lying there, mouth open just waiting to catch your piss. Before the night is over I plan on sticking something up the hole the other side too. Not sure what yet though. No? What kind of interns is this place hiring these days? Anyway fancy a beer.
It went silent, and I felt another load of piss hit my mouth , i had no way of confirming but I would have bet my balls on it being provided by Andrew, A Black American guy, handsome as fuck with a penis and body that alI men even guys like Shane would submit too. As the piss trickled down I felt someone grab my ankles, I felt my hole pucker as a hard dick entered, I guessed that this too belonged to Andrew, it never fully entered but it was in far enough to make my prostate scream. Finally the evening drew to a close, my jaw was stiff from being clamped open and I was desperate to get rid of the taste of the cheap cigarettes. I was slowly lifted up, my blindfold removed as was the clamp keeping it open. I looked around me. I saw Andrew sitting alone looking at the night sky.
Sir, any chance you need one final piss tonight. He looked at me, and laughed. Now that you ask yes, He grabbed me and pulled me on the floor between his legs. He unzipped, he was going commando as he almost always did and pulled out ten inches of flaccid dick.
All yours. I grabbed it with both hands, and started to slowly play with it. The lack of foreskin made the head look vulnerable, but from experience I knew that it was one of the most powerful weapons I would be lucky to handle. Before it got so hard that it would stop the flow of urine I quickly got my mouth round it. It was deep enough that there was a threat that I could be choked by it, but not enough to make that threat a reality. I could taste my arse juice on it so I knew for certain that it had been him who fucked me.
Finally the reason I was on my knees in front of him. His piss. The piss I had guessed was his earlier tasted exactly the same, a floral sweetness, with no acrid after-burn,
I kept the final mouthful in my mouth, and began to let it wash gently over the head. I could feel a slight pulsation as his dick began to harden
As you started, you'd better finish, said Andrew, grab one of my hands and placed it on his right nipple. I had barely squeezed it when I heard a huge groan and a load of sperms worked its way down my gullet.
Andrew got up and left me, no words were exchanged. No looks either. I looked around and I could see Shane , his arms around a drunk chap, no older than I'd day 23.
Ah Jake meet Paul, our ever reliable urinal. Paul Jake here was very reluctant about using you tonight, didn't feel as if it was right.
A Shame Sir, serving is what I do best. Perhaps he would be more comfortable serving too.
Jake and I exchanged a glance, and I could see a grin on Shane's face.
Oh before you go, Ed has just sent me a text You are to keep that nappy on until further notice. Make sure you drink plenty of water tonight before going to bed.
The next morning I woke, the diaper now heavy with piss, and I feared shit too.
My phone indicated that I had a text. It was from Master. Keep that nappy topped up, and be ready for a visitor at 11 am In addition to a couple of pints of water I drank a can of energy drink; knowing that would surely make me want to pee,
At 11 the buzzer went to indicate I had a visitor, I picked up the phone to see who it was.
Oink Oink.
Those two words told me immediately who it was
As he entered my flat , he took a deep breath. My little pig, so pleased to see you . He grabbed the back of my diaper and gave it a squeeze.
Can't wait to get that off you .
But first come make Daddy happy.
He walked into my lounge sat down and took out his dick.
Now for the reason for this visit. He grabbed my collar and dragged me into the bathroom. Pushed my onto my back.
Now lets see what mess the little pig has been wallowing in. He opened the diaper, lifted my legs and took in a deep breath.
Perfect, a very good pig. Can you smell that? I could. Piss and shit He pulled the diaper from underneath me and stuck his face in. He lifted it up, his beard now dripping with recycled piss.
I was still lying on the floor, when he moved closer towards me, the smell was overpowering, and I wanted top recoil. This wasn't an option as he moved closed and gave me a deep kiss. As he slowly withdrew he let loose a large lump of spit that hit me directly in the centre of my forehead.
He turned me over, and started to rim me, my hole relaxing as he did so. He moved the diaper so it was nearer my face, and with one hand pushed my head into in, keeping it there, he began to fuck.
You like Daddy's dick don't you pig boy, come on let me hear how much you like it.
I began to grunt and oink, the volume being muffled by the fact my mouth was in the middle of a soggy heap of piss. One hand was joined by a second, I began to wonder what I would pass out with first, being choked, or the suffocation from the diaper.
F U U U U K,. i felt an explosion in my arse as he came, he released his grip, but still inside he pushed me down gently, his face joining mine in the puddle of piss.