A new workday had begun, and Ricky couldn't wait for his first customer to turn up. The girlish raccoon worked at a rest area next to one of the country's busiest highways. However, he didn't work as a cashier at the store, a waiter at the cafe, or a receptionist in the motel. No, he was one of the urinals in one of the rest area's public toilets. The slender, little raccoon was butt naked and strapped into a device next to a bunch of ordinary urinals; his wrists, ankles, and neck were restrained by different shackles that forced him into a kneeling, begging pose. His tail was tied down too so it wouldn't get in the way while he served his customers, and his cock was locked in a chastity cage with a narrow flexible tube leading into his urethra, sealing his bladder with an inflatable rubber plug.

The toilet he worked in was theoretically public but well-hidden behind a few corners. It wasn't the one everyone used, but an insider tip and well-known among the more frequent visitors to the rest area, mainly truckers. And this was exactly what was so great about his work. Ricky loved nothing more than a burly dude with both muscles and a good amount of meat on his bones, and there were enough of them who regularly visited this place and appreciated the services provided by the cute, girly raccoon who worked as a toilet at their favorite rest area.

The door to the restroom opened, and Ricky gasped with effusive joy. The first visitor for today! Hopefully, he discovered him and chose him to take a leak. A tall wolf stepped around the corner, and he was visibly surprised by the sight of the raccoon. A new one, Ricky thought, what a delight! "Good morning, sir. I'm this restroom's special urinal, Ricky, at your service. Feel free to use me to take a piss." 

The guy nervously rubbed his forehead and shook his head, mumbling, "Um, maybe another time, boy." and went on to use one of the stalls.

Of course, Ricky was disappointed, but his disappointment faded immediately as the next person entered the restroom, a stout wolverine trucker in jeans and a simple undershirt. "Hey Sam, I'm happy to see you!" the raccoon greeted him. 

The wolverine gave him a nod and mumbled something under his breath. The burly male wasn't really awake yet, but he sure did know what he needed right now. He stepped right in front of Ricky, casually unzipped his fly, baring a fat, chocolate brown dick, and grabbed the raccoon's head, unceremoniously stuffing the sweaty meat into his muzzle.

The raccoon groaned as he tasted the trucker's sweaty, musky schlong. Even though it was still limp, it was more than enough for him. Being his first of the day, Ricky gagged a little as he was forced to deep-throat the well-endowed wolverine. The trucker grunted with relief, and the girly male felt something warm and wet run down his throat. He sadly didn't get to taste any of the piss, but the sensation of the naughty liquid filling him up was already reward enough for the lusty raccoon. 

"Ah, fuck, that's just what I needed," Sam growled, maintaining the flow for another few seconds until his bladder ran dry. Then, he lazily pulled out of Ricky's throat, splattering the last drops of pungent urine right onto his tongue. "Alright, I need to head out now. If you'd be so nice and clean my willy before I hit the road."

The raccoon obeyed without a second thought, sucking on the leaky tip and drinking down every last drop of the smelly donation. Then, he diligently licked his meat and shoved his tongue under the foreskin, cleaning it out with deep, relishing strokes and eager moans. The salty, musky taste alone told Ricky that Sam's last shower must've been about two days ago. Just the perfect amount of time for some of the stronger, delicious tastes to build up, the ones the perverted raccoon loved and craved. Also, his ability to tell when someone had last showered by the taste of their dick was definitely one of his more exotic talents. 

Once Ricky had finished the cleaning, the wolverine yanked his cock out and gave him a firm pat on the head. "Good boy. See ya in a few days." 

In the meantime, the reluctant wolf from earlier had left his stall and eyed them with a mixture of lustful curiosity and slight disgust. 

"Morning, bud," Sam greeted the perplexed canine while he stuffed his meat back into his pants and left as if there wasn't anything weird about this at all. 

Eventually, the wolf broke out of his stupor and left as well, but the expression of utter bewilderment remained on his muzzle. Ricky snickered. It was only a matter of time until he would come back, or never again.

The third visitor of the day was another familiar face. It was Nixi, a short, chubby red panda that always smiled with the softest, warmest expression. "Morning, son," he greeted the restrained raccoon. 

"Good morning, daddy," Ricky chirped, bearing his most excited, eager smile for the trucker.

Nixi had a habit of calling everyone son who looked like he weighed less than he did. One day Ricky jokingly referred to him as daddy, and the red panda reacted surprisingly well. Ever since then, they just kept on doing it.

"Dad's brought ya some breakfast, dear~" the burly shortstack announced and pulled his prick out of his pants. He was the complete opposite of the wolverine, not hung like a horse but endowed with a cute, little wiener. Something the raccoon preferred because he liked to taste his treat and not helplessly choke on it. 

"First, some juice for my good boy," Nixi purred. He didn't have to tell Ricky twice. The raccoon eagerly opened his muzzle and waited for the red panda to push his flaccid shaft into his mouth.

Finally, the trucker relaxed with a soft sigh, and his prick jumped a little as his delicious, flavorful urine started flowing. 

Ricky dutifully swallowed everything the chubby red panda had to offer into his mouth hole, grunting and moaning with pleasure as the golden liquid washed over his taste buds and rolled down his gullet. It wasn't too much, and it was over sooner than he would have liked, but he was grateful for every drop. He gave Nixi's tip a broad lick to get rid of the last bit before the trucker pulled out and turned around.

However, the red panda wasn't done yet. He shamelessly pulled down his pants and bared his fat, sweaty ass. "Alright. Ready for the main course, son?" Without waiting for an answer, he backed up and buried Ricky's face in his musky crack. 

The moment it touched his nose, the raccoon took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of the chubby male's sweaty ass, shivering with debauched pleasure. Nixi's aroma hit just the right spots! Left wanting more from the first impression, the girly male dragged his tongue through the crack and over his hole before he continued to give the red panda the full service. He ate his ass with loud, sloppy slurps, drove his tongue into his damp, puffy anus, and gave his rectum a good, thorough tongue wash and massage. Once every last inch shone with his spit, he sucked on it a little longer for good measure and finally parted with a sloppy kiss.

Nixi's voice quivered with arousal as he lauded the raccoon's performance. "Shit, that's the stuff, son. I hope you enjoyed your meal just as much as daddy did. And I'm sure my hubby's gonna love to see what ya did there with my ass."  

A job well done, the naughty raccoon thought with a big grin. And as the chunky red panda pulled his pants back up and turned around, he also got a good look at his now fully erect wang. It was at least twice its original size but still as thick and chubby as its owner. Nixi was more of a grower than a shower, that's for sure. 

"And now for a little milk to wash it down," the trucker chuckled and stuffed his dong into Ricky's welcoming muzzle. "Now be so good and give daddy's wiener a good suck. The milk won't come out without effort, son." And yet, the raccoon barely had to do anything as the chunky male bred his face with very gentle, lazy thrusts. Calling it a face fuck wasn't really appropriate. It was more of a throat massage. While getting his belly filled with tasty pee satisfied a much deeper, totally perverse craving, it didn't really stimulate him sexually. Getting fucked with a sweaty, hard cock, however, riled him up like crazy and turned him into a cock-hungry, horny slut within seconds. Unfortunately, his chastity cage cruelly suppressed his erection and left him whimpering and struggling, unable to do anything about it. The time for his release would come eventually, but it wasn't now. Like the good little toilet he was, he obediently endured his own distress and sucked Nixi's dick like a good boy. 

The pudgy trucker thanked him with a warm grunt. "Ah, yes. I love your enthusiasm, son."

While the red panda had casually been stuffing the girly raccoon's muzzle, the restroom became a lot busier. Some ignored the action or left instantly, but others gave them a closer look or even watched with unashamed arousal. However, Nixi didn't care about the sudden influx of spectators; he only concentrated on his task and took his sweet time finishing. 

But even the red panda wouldn't last forever. "Shit, now you've done it, son," he grunted. "Here comes the nut pudding, so make sure you swallow it all. You wanna make daddy proud, don't ya?" 

Ricky rejoiced with a muffled moan as the red panda jizzed into his mouth. The tangy, musty taste of cum quickly mixed with the sharp flavor of piss and softened it a bit. He greedily gulped down the man milk to the cheers of the randy onlooker. 

When Nixi pulled out, he finally acknowledged the crowd. "Look, boy. We've got a few more guests. Whaddaya say, lads? Ready to give him a little more love?"

The little male was still fuzzy from getting nutted into and commented with nothing but a horny groan. That was all the confirmation the other men required, and they swiftly gathered around the raccoon, brazenly wanking their swollen shafts and aiming right at his face. One by one, they came, splurting their thick, heavy cum over the girly boy and giving him a nice and warm cream coating. 

"Now, what do you say to the generous gentlemen?" the red panda purred.

Ricky cooed, "Thank you!" 

Done with their deed, the males quickly packed up and left the restroom without further response. Only Nixi gave the raccoon a proper goodbye and kissed him, "See ya in a week, son. Luv ya."

As the morning progressed, the remaining truckers awoke and got ready for the day. Rush hour had begun, and the toilets were bustling with activity. There were always at least a dozen big, strong males tending to their business. With so many guys utilizing the facilities, the rush on Ricky was expectably strong, and the line for him was sometimes up to ten men long. He knew most of them, many only by face, others also by name. They all were eager to have a go at their favorite urinal, but most of them only took a leak since there was simply no time to throat-fuck the horny raccoon in peace and quiet.

Some were in such a hurry that they didn't even give him a taste of their cocks. They just pulled them out and showered him with their golden wastewater. But Ricky still received the warm, wet affection with a grateful sigh and a whispered thank you. He quaked and shivered as it rained down on him, splashed against his chest and face, ran down his body, and dripped into the sink under him.

One of the guests was a particularly kinky fucker who went behind him and grabbed his foot to piss right against his paw pad, soaking and drenching it with his odorous urine. Another group of three turned the situation into an amusing pissing competition. They asked the raccoon to open his mouth as wide as possible, and they tried to hit his gaping muzzle with their streams. It wasn't much of a competition as they didn't bother to define a winning condition, but everyone had a great time regardless, and as long as he was being used and left dripping with piss, the thirsty raccoon was just as happy.

Fortunately, most truckers used the slutty toilet the way he preferred, by sticking their dick into his mouth. Ricky got to experience an abundance of tastes, salty, musky, sweaty, rank, and tangy and got to drink all of their urine. He also liked to play a little game. He closed his eyes and tried to identify the one using him just by taste and girth. By now, the slinky raccoon managed to guess the owner of a dick correctly with alarming accuracy. Then again, he was probably the biggest cock slut in a five-mile radius, so it felt more like a badge of honor to him. This job was heaven for anyone as kinky as him. 

Some of the males were absolutely massive, hung with monstrous bitch breakers and menacing ass wreckers that went way down the raccoon's cock-hungry throat even while flaccid. He sadly didn't get to taste their pee, but since these guys were usually tall and had big, full bladders, they had so much they could pump into his bulging little stomach. Others were more sensibly endowed and allowed him to swallow their piss and relish every single gulp. But the best ones were still those with short pricks or those who didn't bother to push their dick all the way in. With them, the girly male got the best of everything; he got a taste of their delicious urine and of their musky cocks at the same time. 

Naturally, Ricky still gave full service to all who were kind enough to feed him their meat. After relieving them of their pressing burden, he always sucked out the last drops and cleaned the sweaty cock tip with big, thorough licks. Most of them also had a delicious foreskin, which made the cleaning even hotter and tastier. As for his own pleasure, suffice it to say that Ricky was constantly moaning, some of the guys cracking jokes that he sounded like a broken record, and his shaft, while unable to become erect, was permanently leaking pre.

Once the morning rush had subsided, and the last truckers had left, the piss finally had the time to settle and enter Ricky's system body. Of course, it was way too much liquid for the little raccoon, and his kidneys worked tirelessly to push all this excess water back out of him. Within an hour, everything that had gone into the upper hole was dumped into his bladder, but since his urethra was sealed by a rubber plug, the organ simply kept swelling with more and more urine. The urge to let it flow grew from a slight nuisance into a mind-breaking, all-consuming craving. He groaned and desperately tried to force it out, but while his urethral sphincter was fully agape, the plug wouldn't allow a single drop to escape his aching, overstuffed bladder.

Unfortunately, the next few customers visiting him didn't care the slightest about his dire situation. Sure, his bulging and sloshing abdomen was impossible to miss, but that wasn't their problem. They just used him as advertised: to relieve themselves and give him another load of yummy piss to add to his still inflating bladder. And yet, Ricky loved every single second of it. He liked the sensation of being full to the brim and the struggle that went with it. It made him so much more sensitive to every touch, every caress, every noise, and every smell.

A few hours later, the raccoon's shift finally ended, and Roy, the owner of the rest area, came to release him from his rack. The lanky hare was already completely undressed, save for a belt on which he carried the key to Ricky's shackles since he didn't want to soil any of his clothes while dealing with the drenched raccoon. "Hey there, sunny boy. I see you had a lot of action this morning," he greeted the drenched raccoon as he opened and loosened all his restraints. He also didn't hesitate a second to wrap his arm around the girly male and support him so he wouldn't accidentally fall out and hurt himself. After all, the morning on the rack and his aching bladder had robbed Ricky of every last ounce of his strength, so he needed that help.

Finally, the hare lifted the exhausted raccoon over his shoulders, the full belly sloshing and wobbling with its copious filling. "Oh boy, they really made sure to fill you up, Ricky," he groaned and carried the little male into the backroom of the restroom. 

The cramped, dusky space was filled with plenty of cleaning utensils and featured a little shower on the other side. Once through the door, Roy hauled the raccoon right over to it and gently put him down on the porcelain tray, making sure he didn't accidentally drop him on his sensitive bulge. Then, he reached for his keys and unlocked Ricky's chastity cage with a metallic click, finally relieving the poor male from his struggle.

The raccoon whined as the tight steel cage slipped off his cock. Due to the excessively full bladder, the relief wasn't as great as he had hoped, but it was a welcome change nonetheless. Unfortunately, the unbearable stimulation made him hard in no time, and with a full-on raging erection, it was virtually impossible to empty his bladder now, the predicament and the mind-breaking pressure persisting until he had taken care of it.

"Uh-oh, that doesn't look good, does it?" Roy snickered. "Wanna let me take care of your little problem?"

Ricky whined and managed to utter a laborious "Please." 

"Well, your wish is my command," the hare growled and spat on his paw. He crudely ground his spit-soaked fingers against the raccoon's backside, slid his wet fingers into his asshole, and finally fingered Ricky's poor, defenseless ass with a raunchy grin. 

The wanton affection drew even louder howls from the girly male and inflated his desire for sweet release into an overwhelming craving.

His boss was also mesmerized by the raccoon's pee-belly. Every now and then, he rubbed his overly sensitive, bulging skin with a sigh and groaned, "Fuck, you've gotten me quite horny, slut. I think I need a little more now."

Without any forewarning, Roy removed his fingers and rammed his fat rabbit prick up the raccoon's ass. The first thrust was followed by many more, and soon, he fucked Ricky like a hare in rut, hammering his swollen tool into the girly male's rectum and making his entire body shake with the force of his thrusts. "I can feel the bulge in your dirty ass. Been a while since you've gotten stuffed with so much piss, right?" the hare grunted, giving his employee a reach-around with his greasy fingers.

Meanwhile, Ricky couldn't do anything but take the randy male with a loud, desperate cry, rapidly crumbling into a moaning pile of lust and overstimulation as his boss pounded his poor prostate, and constantly battered his meat against the inner walls of his bladder. By now, his sloshing belly sounded like a pool party in full swing. And before too long, the raccoon erupted with a violent spurt of cum. However, with the thin rubber tube running through his urethra, his ejaculation emerged as an incoherent splatter and sprayed everywhere. 

Mere seconds later, the hare joined his climax with a throaty moan. "Your filthy sluthole is sucking me off like a champ, bitch boy," he growled and ejaculated deep inside the raccoon's ass, celebrating the occasion with a sloppy kiss on the piss-soaked male's cheek.

Eventually, Ricky's orgasm faded, and his member softened, but Roy insistently kept his pulsating, cum-spewing wang in his tight ass and dragged him to the floor. Now lying on top of each other, the hare asked him with a soft, slippery whisper, "Alright, Ricky. Ready for your release?" He teasingly rubbed the girly male's aching, inflated abdomen and gently pushed down to make his urge to pee even greater. 

Ricky nodded desperately. 

"Then tell me how much you want to piss yourself. Tell me how much of a mess you wanna make, you dirty toilet." 

"Please, sir, I just want it out!" Ricky howled. "I don't care where it goes, just out of me!" 

"Very well. Enjoy," the lanky male purred and unlocked the valve that kept the rubber plug inflated inside the raccoon's bladder.

At first, nothing really happened, but as soon as the thingy inside him was small enough to fit through his urethra, all the accumulated pressure shoved it out with massive force. The wet, black rubber tube was ejected with a loud shlorp, immediately followed by a stream of pale yellow urine. The pressure of the piss jet made Ricky's flaccid cock flail around and sprayed its golden load everywhere. He had turned into a pee fountain, making it rain all over himself, and he couldn't help but make the sauciest, most obscene noises while he basked in the feeling of relief. Every second, his bladder deflated a little more and sent new tingles and shivers of pure, unfiltered satisfaction through his spine. All the trouble had been more than worth it for this unique, spectacular moment. This was what he lived for.

Roy was trapped in the golden shower as well, but he enjoyed it at least as much as his frantically howling employee. Better yet, he seized the opportunity to shamelessly take a leak. With his limp dick still deep inside the raccoon, he let loose and filled Ricky's bowels with his warm, smelly piss. 

After a minute of non-stop pissing, Ricky's bladder was finally empty. He pulled the girly male from his cock and dropped him into the shallow puddle of urine that filled the tub. The two males shared the afterglow by indulging in their mutual passion for the golden liquid and made out while wallowing in the raccoon's piss.

In the end, they just sat there, cuddled together and with content smiles on their faces. Eventually, Roy pulled the plug and activated the shower. Clean, warm water rained down on them and rinsed their filthy bodies, and as the dried urine came loose, the hare gave Ricky another deep, loving kiss and declared, "You really are my favorite toilet, Ricky!" 

"Thanks, boss~" the raccoon sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the thorough shower. After this, he'd be clean again, but only over noon until his second shift started, and the fun began all over again. And once he was locked back in his rack, he would eagerly continue to serve the next dozens of men like the obedient little toilet he was.