The new gym urinal 6
- Author's note -
Thank you for your messages and reviews. If you have any ideas on how to further humiliate and torture the poor protagonist, please let me know!
I struggled in the locker, unable to move much. David's underwear was filling my mouth and nostrils with his scent. It made me drool, mixing my spit with his piss and cum. This eventually trickled down my throat. After a few futile attempts at getting free, I fell asleep. A frustrated, permanently locked gym slave, fed piss, and back sore from the lashes.
I felt the locker open, and hands roughly pull me out.
"Morning fag, hope you slept well. Fuck, you stink."
Without further ado, David dragged me by my chain to the showers. He quickly stripped, and took off my jock and plug. I was relieved from not having the pressure against my prostate anymore. David then proceeded to lather me in shampoo, and rinse me off. I stook still, bound and gagged. I didn't protest as it was rather pleasurable - my captor took his time rubbing my sore back, shoulders and pecs.
After drying me, David let me clean out my ass in private, though I was expected to plug myself again.
I returned to the locker room, and David took me downstairs. I followed, feeling like a bound beast chained up by my owner. It was before opening times, so nobody was there yet.
He took me to the room where I spent most of my day yesterday. The dog bowl was waiting for me there - oats, lots of protein powder and even more piss.
David gestured. Without any words, I kneeled to eat with my mouth like the filthy animal I was becoming.
After breakfast, David told me it was time for me to serve for the day. I started to protest, not wanting to be hooked to the urinals again.
"Don't worry. You won't be serving as a pipe today."
I was half-reassured, half-worried as to what he meant.
David showed me a wooden box. It had a metal pole sticking out of the center, and had hooks behind. My legs and hands were first shackled to the box through the hooks.
"Have a seat."
David removed the plus from my hole before pushing me onto the metal rod. I was pinned into place, unable to move. My arms were then bound behind my back, meaning my chest was pushed out. David pinched and flicked my nipples, which made me groan in pain from the nipple torture yesterday. A squeeze to my pecs made me yell - I was really sore from the workout.
David finished setting me up by chaining my collar to the hooks in the wall.
He then inserted a ring gag into my mouth, forcing my mouth wide open.
I looked at him and groaned as he pulled out his cock out.
"Shut up. You've shown me you could drink gallons of piss like a good boy. I've decided to upgrade you to urinal now. You'll be serving me and my friends today."
"Wha-" was all the noise I was able to make before David shoved his cock down my throat. I spluttered and choked, my neck muscles adjusting to the intruder again.
"Eyes up on me, boy." I looked up to see my tormentor grinning at me.
"As I was saying, I thought that just drinking piss from a pipe would be too easy for you now. I want you to be a good boy and be a urinal today. You'll be drinking straight from the tap today, all day. Just like this."
David starting pissing down my throat. I sobbed at the violation. I could never quite get used to it, despite having served as a piss tank only yesterday.
"And who knows, maybe my friends will reward you by fucking your face hole and cumming in you. Gotta work for that though."
I listened as what felt like litres of piss flooded into my stomach. I groaned as I simultaneously let my own bladder relax, letting a steam of recycled piss through the urethra pipe. The sensation was so familiar to me now, it almost felt good. My eyes, still looking at my captor, relaxed as I felt David's piss go in me, and my piss go out of me. In that moment, I felt like a subhuman urinal, just a piece of plumbing.
"Good boy", David sneered softly, clearly amused from my reaction.
After finishing, David pulled his cock out of my mouth, and shook it in front of me. A few drops of piss fell onto my tongue.
He put his cock away into his shorts. He then placed his underwear on my face - the same one that had served as a gag all night. He made sure that I could not see anything, and that the crotch area was over my nose. I grunted as the familiar smell of his sweat and piss overwhelmed my senses again.
"You make such a hot urinal, boy. Can't wait to share you with my friends".
I heard him exit the room. I was left alone - naked, shackled, blindfolded and mouth pried open, shaking from the apprehension of what was about to come.
I had no idea of how much time had passed. I jolted when I heard the door open after some time.
"Fuck, David was right. What a sick bastard, haha!"
An intense wave of humiliation coursed through me as I recognised Connor's voice. He pulled off the underwear off my face, allowing me to see again. I kept my eyes down in shame, until he grabbed me by the chin and tilted my head up. I let out a few scared noises from my open mouth as he inspected me. He was a skinny guy, though it was clear that he was progressing fast at the gym. He had a handsome face - short, styled blond hair, some stubble, and blue-grey eyes.
"So, apparently you were hooked to the urinals upstairs yesterday, and you drank my piss without me even knowing it?"
He waited for an answer - I was able to articulate a "yes" through the gag. He slapped me in the face.
"You mean 'yes, Sir'."
I quickly complied to his order.
"Didn't take you to be a freak like this, drinking piss of so many people."
He spat into my mouth with a lot of force. Most of his spit hit the back of my throat. The rest dripped down my chin.
He let go of my chin, and kneeled down.
"And what's this on your dick? Doesn't this hurt?"
He had interest in my chastity cage. It didn't take him long to understand that David had the keys, that I was effectively unable to have an erection or to jerk off, and that the pipe down my urethra allowed me to piss without making a mess.
"Fuck, that's messed up. Bet you love it, freak."
He stood up again. I shuddered as I felt his eyes roam my body. I felt absolutely helpless and vulnerable in front of him. He had an intimidating side to him, like he was looking down on me.
"Look at you, you disgusting freak. In such a submissive, pathetic position. Bound piece of meat. Unable to get hard."
I yelped as I felt his shoe press against my balls. He was playing with my cage with his foot. I was still in pain from David torturing my balls, so I prayed that Connor be merciful.
Without stopping the pressure on my balls, he grabbed my chin again, making me look up at him, and instructed me to stick my tongue out. I did so immediately.
"Fuck, you look pathetic, pig."
I watched him, defenceless, as he pulled his pants down with his free hand. I could see an impressive bulge through his underwear. He stepped forward, making his balls rest on my tongue through the fabric.
"How'd you like this, freak?"
I reckoned that he was just as sadistic as David. It was clear that he got off from humiliating me.
He then pulled the waistband of his underwear down, making his massive cock flop out. It was enormous, despite being soft. His balls went back on my mouth, and his cockhead on my face, covering my eye.
"Well? Get to work."
I started licking his balls, following Connor's orders. They were smooth, and I reckoned he kept his pubes trimmed. This continued for a while, in complete silence - except for the noise of my tongue lapping his nuts, and the occasional, satisfied groan from Connor.
Once he got enough, he stepped back a bit, without taking his foot off my balls. He placed the tip of his cock on my outstretched tongue.
"First piss of the day. Hope you're ready. I want to not spill a single drop. I don't want you to swallow until I tell you to, understood?"
I barely had time to react before Connor's piss starting flooding my mouth. In panic, I kept perfectly still, trying to keep it all in. Connor then stopped just before my mouth was going to overflow. I waited in this position, while he kept eye contact with me. His deep yellow piss tasted bitter.
"Flush." Connor ordered, after a while. This was accompanied with a swift nudge to my balls. I gulped down his piss as fast as I could, body burning from the shame of having my locked nub used like a pedal flush.
As soon as I was done with the mouthful, Connor immediately resumed pissing. I was amazed at how much piss he had in him. In total, I endured seven cycles of Connor filling my mouth, having to wait for his command, before swallowing, on repeat. On the final one, Connor hit my balls harder than the previous cycles, which made some drops spill out. I looked up in fear and pain, and I saw Connor grin for the first time from imagining what punishment he could inflict upon me.
Fuck.