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I was alone in the apartment. The silence meant my brain was working overtime. I worked out it was now coming up to three years since I walked into Scott's office looking for a job. I needed something that would allow me to keep my head above water whilst hopefully continuing to spend nights in dark corners sucking anonymous dick in the dark rooms and saunas of London.
Here three years later I was owned property in a foreign country, and tonight a new chapter of my life was about to get started, people would be paying to piss on me. Money that I'd never see. Money that would go to my Owner. Boss. I looked at the time it was coming up to midday. I smiled , and settled down and went to sleep.
I woke with a jolt as I heard the apartment door slam shut. Before I had a chance to get in a kneeling position, Boss was in his bedroom. The clock on his bedside table said it was 2pm.
Ok you have two hours to get ready. He threw something down in front of me. He placed a bag on the floor. Open. I undid the drawstring and looked inside. Take it out then. I put my hand inside, and pulled out a butt plug. I held it up and looked at it thinking if it would fit into my hole.
That's the perfect size for you, but just in case. What else is in the bag? I turned it over and gently emptied it on the floor three sachets of lube and an unopened bottle of poppers.
It's all well and good having a tight hole, but on your first night as a full time employee , I've been asked to make sure that you are loosened up a bit.
Follow me. I followed him into the living room , Sit. Here he said pointing to an armchair.
Lift those legs up. And whilst you are there start making those piggy noises,
I got into position and started to grunt and oink. Lift that arse up. Boss spat at the entrance of my hole, and tore open one of the lube sachets. The cold ointment made me take a quick breath.
He started to slowly push the plug in. It was wider than I expected, and my hole struggled to accommodate it.
He briefly stopped. I heard the twist of plastic, , here sniff this. He handed me the bottle of poppers.
I took a deep breath. Come on, carry on until this just slides in.
My head started to spin, after the third sniff, but I continued to follow Boss' instruction.
Everything suddenly relaxed and the whole 8 inches entered my guts.
Ok Let's keep it there for the next fifteen minutes. I'm popping out In the meantime take a ten second sniff every thirty seconds.
By the time Boss returned my heart was racing and my head was spinning in a fog of poppers.
Still there. Now to get to work . The next ten minute Boss slid it back and forth, every half dozen strokes resulting in the plug being taken fully out and the roughly reinstated,
Each outward movement was accompanied with the order to sniff.
Then suddenly I heard a pop, My hole was an empty, Boss brought it up to eye level, then placed it on the floor, upright.
Get it clean, Now There was only one way that instruction could be interpreted. I slid off the armchair on the floor and, kneeling I lowered my mouth onto the plug, swallowing all eight inches. The taste of my insides making me want to retch.
Finally I was allowed to release it.
Ok it's 4.30, Time to go.
The bar wont open until 7, but we must make sure you are ready for the first customer as soon as they enter.
Boss rang the doorbell. A twenty something with a red mohican, opened the door.
Hello Boss. Brought the urinal back I see. 10 euros a piss I think we agreed? 50/50 split?
Sounds good Mohican grabbed the chain around my neck and dragged me in. I turned around , and Boss was still at the door. I'm not coming in, Gunter is due back in the next hour , I'm looking forward to a nice romantic reunion. Of course he'll have disobeyed me at some stage over the last week, so that butt of yours will be sore by lunchtime.
If you are home by then.
I'm sure someone will bring you home, they did last night. Oh yes, that whole stretching earlier that was just fun on my part
Ok. First thing. You are here solely for use as a urinal. So that's what I will call you .
Only members will make use of you, so make sure that you treat them well.
That means swallowing every single drop. The best way to do that is with this funnel. It takes a while to get used to so you'd better get it in you now. There's 90 minutes before we open , it should feel just like a part of you by then.
He forced my jaw open wide, and fixed in a mouthpiece. He then crewed on a pipe to which was attached a funnel. He took me to a mirror .
Look this is adjustable, you can be kneeling, lying sitting or even on all fours and you can be used. Each Man has his preference on how he likes to piss, after a few weeks you'll know instinctively what their preference is, Tonight they will instruct you, all you need to remember is Swallow every drop. The only piss that belongs on the floor is yours, as that bladder will get full quite quickly
Ok, let's' get you ready . He grabbed me by the shoulders, and pushed me on to my back.
That will do for now. He adjusted the funnel, unzipped and unleashed a torrent of piss into my wide open mouth .
Perfect, An hour to go. Lie there and make yourself comfortable. He zipped himself up and left the bathroom. We're very green in this bar so I'll switch the lights off until you are needed. I was plunged into darkness, the only noise was music outside in the bar.
Lying there the last remnant of the Mohican's piss slid into the back of my throat, when the door opened. A pair of knee length riding boots walked towards me. I looked up and waited to start my new Friday night job as a Urinal.