Master James had a great time ruining my pig cunt the other day with his fists/arms, and it took almost a week to really get over all the chemicals we imbibed and to get my body back on balance.
A couple of months ago, when we were together, I’d shared my innermost fantasies with him related to watersports. Next thing I knew, I was licking toilets and urinals and it was phenomenal.
Master James texted me a week after our recent fisting session and the subject of our messages returned to piss play.
I shared with Master James that I had fantasized about kneeling between urinals in a public restroom with a piss funnel attached to my mouth and a blindfold, secured to the urinals with no way to escape. Just another way to debase myself to the type of human receptacle I strive to be.
Master James responded by saying he was going to think about what I shared with him and let me know his thoughts on making this fantasy a reality.
I was very excited. Back in the day when my little nub was free from its confines, I would close my eyes and jerk off to images of myself being forced to swallow men’s urine. There was something about it I found degrading, and it always made me cum. Serving as a superior man’s piss hole was just another way to be of use.
I’ve dabbled in piss play from time to time but usually in one on one encounters. I really wanted to become a human urinal for multiple men, that’s the recurring fantasy that would get me off back in the day.
A few days later, Master James said he’d had it all arranged. He belonged to a private sex club called the Baldwin Pleasure Club (not its real name but very close to it), and that he’d spoken to the owners about setting me up in their men’s room on their next Men’s night, which was coming up this Friday night, only three days away.
To prepare for this occasion, I went to our local sex shop and picked out a black neoprene singlet with yellow piping. I also purchased a combo hood/piss funnel. Master James had the cuffs.
I had trouble concentrating on just about everything for those three days. All I could think about was Friday night and what might occur there. If my dicklet wasn’t locked up I’d would have likely blown about 35 loads by now. I kept imagining all the various flavors, the idea of serving, the idea of kneeling in a filthy toilet, the idea of fulfilling my purpose by offering up my mouth hole to willing men. My caged nodule of a dick came close to cumming just with these thoughts alone, which was something I’d not experienced before. (Imagine having a mentally induced hands-free orgasm, that would be something special!)
The day had finally come to do this and my excitement level was through the roof. I pulled the assless singlet on which fit me like a glove. For the sake of public decency, I put on some jeans and a T-shirt over it. I had the mask and funnel in a backpack.
Master James and I met out on the street and took a car service over to the Pleasure Club.
The sex party was due to start at 9pm and run through 1am. Master James said the owners were fine with going a little early to set up, but to expect that I would not be finished until way after 1am since most guys drink too much and will empty their bladders before heading home.
We arrived closer to 8:30. Straight to the lockers we went and I stripped down to my singlet, barefoot, and held onto the piss funnel. The singlet had a very deep scoop in front, exposing my chest down to the crotch. I loved the way it looked on me. Master James pulled out the handcuffs from his bag along with some other unexpected items.
We walked toward the men’s room and knelt between the two last urinals in a row of 5. There were pipes feeding into the urinals from above. Master James placed a cuff around my wrist and locked it around the water pipe attached to the urinal and then did the same with the other wrist. Master made sure they were both secure and while I could move my wrists a bit, I wasn’t going anywhere. Both wrists were positioned even with my shoulder so I was slightly spread apart.
Then Master James surprised me with a fairly sizable butt plug from his bag, along with some lube. Master James had positioned me on my knees which were now scraping the dirty tile floor and placed the big butt plug on the floor and secured it to the tile.
“Shove this big ass butt plug up yo ass fag boy”, Master barked.
Damn, it was huge and it took me several attempts to get my ass lips around the widest parts before it was suctioned deep up my butt hole.
Then Master James held up a black marker from his shirt pocket and wrote across my exposed chest, “URINAL”, and under that, “USE ME”. Next came the best part. The urinal funnel was placed around and over my head. I couldn’t see a thing even if I wanted to, there was a small mouth hole for breathing.
“You look so good down there, boy! I just need to do one more thing, stay right there!”
Where was I going? I was handcuffed to two urinals. what would this one more thing be I wondered.
I heard footsteps approach me and that would be last thing I would be hearing for hours. Noise cancelling headphones were placed over my ears. Now I couldn’t see and I couldn’t hear, I was physically restrained by the wrists and my cock, on my knees with a giant plug up my ass, a human urinal exactly what I dreamed about.
I was just getting used to the loss of hearing when the unmistakable taste of warm urine drained into my mouth from the funnel. Judging from the taste, I knew it was Master James raking me for a test drive.
My taste buds were on fire. It was so bitter and quite pungent. I felt it pooling in my mouth and knew if I didn’t take a gulp and swallow, I’d be choking and die. I swallowed hard every couple of seconds as the funnel poured the rich golden nectar. My eyes closed and I was really getting into this, falling into character. I found myself relishing every drop I was given in this first round, I even felt my dick stir in its tight cage.
After the first feeding, my head was spinning a bit. What a head trip that was. Deprived of sight and sound, my taste and touch senses were on high alert.
It was only a couple of minutes later when my tongue tingled from the next batch. Slightly warm, slightly watered down, yet pungent, that feeling of velvety wetness cascading in my mouth and down my gullet, I was developing a great technique of pooling a few ounces and then swallowing over and over again until I felt and tasted the last drops.
Without the distractions of the ability to access my cock, the senses of sight and hearing, I began a mantra in my thoughts “I am a latrine. I am a human piss bucket. I am a urinal. I am a piss guzzler. I love to drink men’s piss.”
I said it silently to myself over and over as the next two rounds of piss spilled into the funnel, into my mouth and down my gullet.
After four distinctly different piss deposits, my tongue was already feeling tangy and I couldn’t shake the bitter taste.
I had no time to dwell, I swear there were probably two men pissing into my funnel at the same time. A deluge of warm peepee flooded my mouth quickly. Some spilled over and fell down my chin and chest.
I then felt the funnel filling slower as I was hit on the chest with a hot steamy stream. I was thoroughly pigging out, wallowing in this unexpected golden shower and hungrily lapping up the liquid falling from the drain. I wondered what these men looked like that were urinating on me and in me at the very same time.
I knelt in silence for what seemed like an eternity but probably was only a few minutes. It was the calm before the piss storm, but of course I wouldn’t know that at the time. I’d worked hard at swallowing the six rounds of piss I’d been given, but it was at this point that I lost track. Not only was there a continuous flow of bladder excrement cascading down my throat, my chest seemed to serve as a second target, too. On and on it went, I thought I would drown.
“I am a latrine. I am a human piss bucket. I am a urinal. I am a piss guzzler. I love to drink men’s piss.”
I sunk into a familiar substance, freeing my brain, allowing myself to simply be, to stop resisting the onslaught and to appreciate what was happening for all that it was. Men wanted to relieve themselves on me and in me. I think I was so internally happy I tried to smile while my mouth was stuffed with the funnel gag.
It was so overwhelmingly stimulating, the never ending piss river, that my balls erupted. I felt it building with every swallow. I imagined my hands gliding over my chest covering myself with that smelly, rich, acrid and beautiful urine, but they were locked and out of bounds. I never that that just my own brain power that I’d will myself touch erotic heights. My asshole tightened and clenched around that huge plug shoved up in me, and I got there. It was an orgasm of such intensity that I felt my load dripping down to my balls.
After it happened, I started gagging and sputtering. I’d lost focus. I got selfish and paid the price. Mucous dripped down my nose. Thankfully, someone came to my rescue. It was Master James. He removed the headphones and the funnel mask and stood over me.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes, thanks to you.”
My eyes immediately burned as did my nostrils. There was an unmistakable stench of men’s piss in the air, and there certainly was quite a lot of it all around me.
“I guess I got carried away. It was so amazing, Master.”
“I could see that, watching you shoot your nut was pretty special.”
“You were here?”
“The whole time: I wasn’t going to leave you unsupervised.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.”
“You did good. How do you feel? You want more?”
“Can you wipe my nose a little please and then yes, I can do a little more. Can I drink straight from the tap this time?”, I was in the moment and wanted more, much more.
“Absolutely.”
“Thank you, Master.”
I looked down at my chest and the black ink had smudged all over me. These men had such strong streams, even permanent marker wasn’t holding up.
The insides of my mouth were burning. I’d never had so much piss in my life.
Master James walked back to the corner of the men’s room and the next man walked in.
He started walking to a physical urinal when Master intervened.
“Hey Mike, why piss in porcelain when there’s a piss bucket available?
“Yeah, I guess you’re right James.”
“Just look at him. He’s drooling for your piss!”
“Well, he’s gonna get more than a mouthful my good man, I’ve been drinking beer all night.”
Mike took a few steps over and pulled his soft dick out. I lunged for it, swallowing it down and tightening my lips. Seconds later, it began to fall down my gullet. It bypassed my mouth and had this flaccid shaft aimed right down my throat. It was certainly long enough to allow for it. It actually sounded like this man was pissing into the bottom of a toilet. I’d swallowed probably more than a gallon of it at this point and it was collecting inside me with no escape. I had an image of a backed up port-o-potty, fucking disgusting but intriguing hot at the same time.
After Mike wiped his cock on my cheek and stuffed his dick back in his pants I started to feel a little bloated and wondered how far I could push myself.
Two more men walked in.
One headed directly for me. Wasting no time he unzipped, I latched on and started swallowing his heavy stream, tasting horrifically acrid, it flew down straight into my innards. The second man waited behind him.
“Young man, you don’t need to wait your turn. Just piss on him if his mouth is busy. He don’t mind.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, go for it man.”
The man pissing down my throat actually stepped back in mid flow aiming for my face and made room for the second guy to stand next to him. I opened my mouth wide as they aimed their piss, crossing streams, covering me from head to balls in their yellow nectar. It felt like we were at a carnival game where you aim the water gun for the clown’s mouth, only the is was piss, and I was a piss catcher.
They both laughed and called me a piss pig. It was awesome when their arch reached my open mouth so I could drink, but they were intent to bathe me in their piss.
“Damn, look what we just did. We covered this pig from head to toe!”, the younger man said.
“Thank you, Sirs”, I said.
The older man said, “you’re welcome, pig”, as he walked away.
“Watching your face turns me on piggy”, Master James said when they left.
“Really?”
“Yeah. You look so happy. It’s glorious to watch. It’s like you’re in some sort of piss-induced high, like you were when I filled you with Tina.”
“Thank you, Master, for doing this.”
“Let’s get you more piss to chug piggy, and then I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
“Well…I know I’ll enjoy it we’ll see if you do. Hehe.”
The bathroom door busted open and a brute of a man walked in wearing all leather.
“Hey James, is that yours?”
“Yeah, how’d you know Paul?”
“You like those piss boys, everyone knows that.”
With that Paul sidled up to my open mouth and his hand guided his semi inside my open cavity. Paul’s gloved hands gripped my chin and the top of my head to keep me in place as I felt his flow begin. If I weren’t such a skilled piss swallower I’d have spilled it all out of the sides of my mouth, but I didn’t let that happen. I wanted to make Master James proud. I needed to prove that I was worth his effort.
“Very impressive, James. Didn’t spill a drop.”
“He’s had lots of practice, Paul.”
Paul patted the top of my head, tucked his cock back into his pants and left us alone once again.
“How you holding up?”
“I feel bloated, my mouth stinks, my eyes are tearing, I think I’m good for only one or two more.”
“One more or you won’t be able to handle your surprise.”
“You know best, Master.”
“I do.”
In walked my last pisser. An Asian jockstrapped faggot bottom.
“Hello Sir”, he said to Master James.
“Boy, you need to piss?”
“Yeah, but I got a cage on?”
“So does my piss bucket. It’s ok, he can handle it.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t offer if he wasn’t up to it.”
The Asian boy timidly walked up to me. He pushed his jock pouch to the side and I covered it with my mouth. My caged dick was only slightly bigger than his, and that ain’t saying much. Maybe it was all the piss I’d already swallowed, but I was feeling nauseous with every mouthful. I was beginning to feel like an overflowing toilet. I tried my best to stick with it, I didn’t want to disappoint this fellow faggot.
“Hehe, it is kind of amusing to watch a fag feed a fag, haha”
“Thank you, Sir.”, he said.
“No, it’s Master to you.”
“Thank you, Master.”, he corrected himself.
“Now thank my piss bucket for swallowing your piss.”
“Thank you, piss bucket.”
“You’re dismissed”, Master said.
He waited for the Asian twink to leave.
“You ready for your surprise now, piggy?”
“Yes Master”
Master James removed the cuffs from my wrists.
My legs were shaking I’d been on my knees with that plug up my ass for almost two hours.
“Get yourself together. Do you want to know what your surprise is, pig?
“Please, yes.”
“Well, you see this mess all over the floor?”
“Yes”
“You get to clean it up!”
“What?”
“You heard me piggy. Did you think someone else was going to come in here and clean up after you?”
“No Master”
“Is there a mop I can use?”
“Sort of.”
“Master?”
“You have a tongue, don’t you, piggy?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s your mop. I’ll come back in an hour and check on you.”
“Yes Master. Can I take the plug out, please?”
“No”
“But…”
Master James slapped me across my face and I stopped protesting. I wasn’t going to win this battle anyway.
Master James didn’t even bother to wait for a reaction, he just walked out. I looked downward, and saw just how filthy and sloppy the tiled floor was, there was urine all around me. I thought I was going to get sick!
I positioned myself like an animal on all 4’s and stuck my tongue out, taking in as much as I could, knowing that would be the only way to complete the task. Numerous men came in to piss and kindly didn’t add to the mess on the floor, but they sure did get a charge out of watching me.
“Fucking gross, man!”, one said, while he busted out in laughter.
“Fuck! That’s some sick shit right there!”, another one said.
“What in god’s hell are you doin’ boy?”, a leather daddy asked.
“Cleaning up my mess, Sir”, I said between swipes.
“You James’s piss boy?”
“Yeah”
“Everyone’s talking about you out there. Sayin’ you’re not right in the head. See in’ you put your tongue on this floor which probably hasn’t been cleaned in years, I’ve got to agree with them, boy. Think about what you’re doing.”
I didn’t have time to think about my life choices, I had an hour to get that floor cleaned up!
I can barely feel my tongue anymore and the soily taste in my mouth made me wretch.
I was just finishing up when Master James returned to the scene of the crime.
“Well, well, well. I’ll be honest piss boy, I didn’t think you couldn’t it. You really impressed me tonight. It goes to show just what you’re capable of doing if the will and the skill are there.”
“Thank you, Master James.”
“I always believed a job well done deserves a reward. Don’t you think so piggy?”
“Yes, Master.”, I said sheepishly, a little afraid of what the reward might be.
“It seems to me it would be a shame to let your loose hole go to waste. What’s it been now, over three hours since you’ve had that plug up your pig hole?”
“Yes, Master James.”
“Pull it out, let me see it.”
I was on my knees anyway. I spun around so my ass was facing Master James and I reached behind me. My fingers latched onto the exposed ridge sticking out of my butt hole, and I managed to somehow wiggle them underneath so I had something to grab onto, something to use to pull this beast right out of my ass.
Somehow, I took a deep hard push out with my sphincter and pulled at the very same time. The plug was ripped out. I felt my hole spasming uncontrollably and I attempted to reach back to feel it.
“No touching! I want to see it!”, Master James barked.
“Yes Master”
Master came over towards me and I felt two of his fingers exploring the insides of my gape.
“I never told you what your reward is, did I piggy?”
“No, Master James.”, I mumbled.
“I’m gonna give you the gift of my cock. I must have fucked a half dozen hole tonight but I was saving my load just for you. What do you say about that, piggy?”
“Thank you, Master.”
“I have to say, I’m kind of disappointed you’re not more excited about taking my dick. Should I go find another ass to fill, pig boy?”
“No! No Master! Please! I want you to fuck me!”
I wiggled my ass at him enthusiastically.
“Much better. That’s what I like to see, a pig boy who’s eager to take my dick.”
My hole was dried out so Master James leaned down to spit into it several times, and even shoved his fingers back inside to get it ready for his meat.
Master was now on his knees behind me. He pulled my hips back towards him at the preferred height for optimal penetration and drove his dick right up my ass.
It felt so good to be stuffed once again. As Master pounded me out, I could feel and hear all of the piss squishing around on my belly.
Master James reached around and his hand caressed my stomach.
“Damn piggy. I can feel all that piss extending your stomach. Fuckin’ hot!”
I rested my forehead on my left forearm, keeping my ass up high for Master James’s use.
“Yeah, give me that fuck hole pig boy! So hot seeing my big dick slide right into that gape!”
As Master James gave me the docking down I seem to always crave and need, I was moaning, deep, guttural, practically squealing like the pig I am.
“Fuck, pig boy! Imma bout to nut up this fuck hole! Take it! Oh yeah! Fucking take my fucking but you fucking piss pig! Ohhhh fuck! Ohhhhh yeah!! Fuucckkkk! Ohhhhh fuuuccckkk!”
Master James pulled his sock out after emptying his balls inside me and I was so loose that it just spilled right out, down my taint and onto the tile.
I spun around to swallow Master’s cock and siphon out all of his seed and then he pushed the back of my head to the ground and I licked it up like the greedy cum pig I am.
“That was fucking hot, boy! I think it’s time to get you home, but I think we both can use a shower.”
Luckily, the sex club had a locker room equipped with showers so I was able to scrub clean.
As soon as I got home I brushed my teeth and used lots of mouthwash. I knew it was going to be at least a couple of days to recover from drinking all that piss, but I’ll never forget the white hot intensity of that mindfucked orgasm I had. Fucking amazing!
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