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After my slave special breakfast , Darren took me to the gym, I was met by Michael who said that the urinals were broken, which was problematical as the gym was being used as a training facility by a number of competitors for a weight lifting competition. They and their support liked to keep hydrated. I was there to ensure that the gym could continue to operate, and that the guest could have somewhere to piss, or in this case someone to piss on.
Stripped I was ordered to sit on the floor of the changing rooms, against where the broken urinals were, a gag was attached to my mouth, from that a hose was attached which was linked directly to a urinal. My arms were then shackles their chains again attached to the urinals either side. I had little room to move. Darren bent down, looked me in the eye.
You can do this Tommy Boy. I looked at him fearful, as I got used to breathing through my nose., he ruffled my head, then bent down and kissed it, smiled and left.
Michael came in Ok, Toilet Boy time to get ready. Today you are no longer Tommy Boy but toilet boy, an object. He then blindfolded me, don't want you making eye contact with any one, toilets after-all are objects, they have no eyes. The silence made me think that Michael had now left me alone. I got used to the cold clammy floor, sticky with misdirected piss
It was not only my sense of smell that was more acute due to the lack of vision. From my position on the floor i could hear he lack of vision voices out in the gym, the laughing when Michael announced ,and apologised for the fact that they would need to use a human toilet during the duration of their stay.
I could hear the varied responses.
That's gross, What kind of pervert lets himself in that position - an obedient one I wanted to shout let me at it, my bladder is almost full , i hope it like my acrid piss
Suddenly felt liquid hit back of the throat, acrid burning bitter liquid the unexpected arrival made me cough, I got it under control and stayed calm, no sooner than had I swallowed it then another burst of liquid, this time accompanied by a gruff voice,
Hope you like the taste toilet boy .
A few minutes passed, I heard footsteps, and the third blast of liquid hit,
"Jesus this is goddamn freaky plumbing"
Then there was silence. In the distance grunts, laughter , the dropping of weights, water bottles being thrown against walls. The noise of the latter making it obvious that soon I would be used again.
Hi John, hows it going, Ready for the competition? Not bad mate. I really like this urinal, been ages since anyone drank my piss.
I sense two Men were towering above me , two streams joining together into one as it hit the back of my throat. Twice the volume meant more spluttering, which led to my gag being dislodged.
Hi Michael, one of them shouted this urinal is broken, I've got piss over my trainers.
Give it a kick, that would solve it , I head Michael shout
I then felt two hard kicks to the stomach, then to my legs . Not working Kick harder, a half dozen more kicks.
No luck - is there a blockage, The gag was removed, Michael shoved three fingers down my throat I started to gag, and some of the piss that i had swallowed came up and dribbled down my chest. . Let's see if moving it helps, i was dragged by my legs my arms still attached to the urinals but i was now fully horizontal.
"Look as as if we now have an old fashioned piss trough" I head a voice say. Hey guys, no need to queue for a piss now.
Moments later i felt piss cover my entire body as multiple streams, nit my body. My involuntary struggle and the forces of the piss as it hit my face dislodged the blindfold. As i got used to having vision again, in noticed the muscular men who were happily emptying their bladders over me,
I have no idea how long I was there for, or how many men finally used me but every inch was now covered in piss my eyes were stinging and at one stage I felt as if I was drowning.
Finally Michael came, untied me., Ok Toilet Boy, shower time. As he led me away he shouted,
Oi come here and drink up this piss. Your toilet boy friend here has been most generous in leaving some for you
I looked round and a man dressed head to toe in rubber crawled in and started to lick the piss off the floor.
Thank goodness that wasn't me I thought.
I showered, the cold water for once a relief. Darren arrived,
Did he behave -
We had a malfunction, but we adapted said Michael, we had to give a few kicks to get it working -- Sorry for the marks, he said pointing to my fresh bruises.
Apologise said Darren looking at me.
Sorry Sir, Not to me to Sir Michael.
I knelt down. Sorry Sir. i then kissed his trainers, lifting each foot and licking the piss drenched soles of each trainer.
Master Darren then attached the collar to my neck, grabbed the lead and walked me out.
You did well boy. Really well. I'm very proud of my toilet boy.