3 comments/ 68606 views/ 20 favorites Confessions of a Cock Servant By: JAKOFFAB5 I am a cock and cum slut. I truly mean that. I cannot get enough of men's cock. Morning, noon, and night, I love servicing hard, throbbing, dripping cocks, and feeling them fuck my throat until they shoot their warm creamy loads down my eager, waiting gullet. Of course, it is no surprise that this overwhelming desire makes me naturally submissive. Over the years, I've come to find that given a dominant enough man, I will do anything. Enter the man I call Uncle Bob. He's in his late 30's, but a total hunk. He is tall, 6'4, 185 pounds of solid muscle, and a light smattering of hair on his body, with a neatly shaved head and face. He is also the proud owner of a beautiful 9 inch, cut cock. I've known Uncle Bob for a good seven years. He's been my steady fuck bud and Sir, and really introduced me to my submissive side. In contrast, I, Ryan, am 25, 6'1, 145 pounds, slim, fit, and shaved from the neck down. Uncle Bob calls me pup, and it drives me crazy for him. Uncle Bob's teachings over the last seven years introduced me to everything from face fucking to bondage, to anal and oral gang bangs. I am proud to have received such instruction from him. Recently, we've talked about indulging one fantasy that either of us has kept for a while. Uncle Bob and a few of his friends in the local BDSM community have been wanting to experiment with training a human urinal. Here begins our story. It was a relatively quiet Wednesday around town, and being my day off work, I was bored and looking for some cock to suck. About 2pm my phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey pup, what are you up to?" "Good afternoon Uncle Bob, I am just looking for a cock or two. What is going on," I replied, knowing that would very quickly get Uncle Bob's cock aroused. Uncle Bob laughed on the other end, "Haha, horny pup. I've got a hard cock with your name on it. Come and get it." "Yes Sir, I'll be right over!" I hung up the phone, threw on some causal clothes, a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, and jumped in the car. A short drive later and I was at Uncle Bob's house. He kept a nicely maintained single story home just outside of town. The house sat on a small acreage, giving it enough privacy for him to do as he pleased. Walking up to the door, Uncle Bob opened it up before I even reached for the knob. He stood there, stark naked, his beautiful body for me to see. "I've been waiting, pup," he said, motioning to his rock hard cock. "Come inside." I didn't have to say a word, once inside, I dropped to my knees, not even waiting for the door to close, and took that sweet, man-cock into my cocksucking mouth. "Mmmm, nice boy," Uncle Bob moaned as his dick reached the back of my throat and pushed its way down. "I love this throat." He slid his cock in and out in well-practiced motions. Each thrust went deeper into my mouth and filled my throat to capacity. He kept his hands on either side of my head, holding me in place as he picked up speed. I was in heaven. The speed and force of his thrusts made me feel so used and so much like a slut. The mere thought of this made my own cock twitch and drip precum. I could tell Uncle Bob was getting close. He was definitely horny today, and by the sounds of his grunts, he was getting ready to cum. "You ready pup," he asked between grunts. I replied with a muffled grunt. "Good pup, I've got a big load for you." His pace quickened, his hands tightening around my head. Just a few more thrusts and I felt his cock twitch. The first blast hit the back of my throat and I began to swallow. But just as I started to get another delicious squirt of cum, Uncle Bob pulled his cock from my mouth. I automatically whimpered in protest. My disappointment faded fast, as soon as the next several spurts coated my boyish face. Uncle Bob kept this up, trading between my open mouth and face for several minutes, until every last drop of his cum was spent. "There's a pretty sight, a cum-covered pup." He said, pulling out his digital camera and snapping a few photos. "Thank you, Uncle Bob," I said, as he scooped his still warm cum into my open mouth. Once he had me cleaned up, he asked me to take a seat in one of the chairs in his living room. "Pup, there's something I want to discuss with you." "Yes Uncle Bob." He had a serious look on his face, but at the same time I could tell it was a good type of serious, nothing terrible was coming my way. "I've been talking with a few of my friends, and we have a question for you." I gave him a puzzled look. "Yes, Sir?" "Now, you don't have to say yes, but I think you will once I explain everything. We would like to train a boy to take not just cum, but also piss. You know, watersports." I gave a slight smile, "Go on, Uncle Bob." "In particular, we'd like to train you to be our urinal from time to time...our cum and piss urinal." Just the idea made my cock rock hard and beg for release. I had mentioned to Unlce Bob a while ago I had a fantasy about totally servicing men's cocks, not just cum but piss as well. "Uncle Bob..." he cut me off. "Just listen to everything first." I nodded in reply. "What we'd like to do is start by training you for a few days in a private home setting, and then, once ready, 'install' you down at my friend Jon's sports bar for a party or two. We'd make this a regular monthly servicing, with you spending one or two days drinking down all the cum and piss the guys offer you. This will be total objectification, humiliation, and turning you into a piss slave for the days you're there. What do you say?" I couldn't hide the smile to save my life. "Absolutely Uncle Bob, when do we start?" I was so horny and eager to do this, I could hardly contain myself. "Let's start today. We'll take a trip to the adult superstore downtown and get a few things. Then tomorrow, we'll start your official training." We drove down to the store, with me asking all about the "installation" and situation. Uncle Bob assured me all the questions would be answered during training. At the store, Uncle Bob had me try on various hoods and gags, all designed for watersports and piss play. We finally settled on two models, a vinyl funnel gag, and a latex urinal hood. The funnel gag strapped around my forehead and chin, pushing a mouth piece well inside my mouth, hooked to a funnel. The urinal hood fully enveloped my head in a water tight seal. It had clear eye holes and two nose holes for me to breathe through, but pushed a short, round tube into my mouth, as part of a duck-shaped mouth piece. With both designs, I had no choice but to swallow whatever liquid entered the gag. After a long and restless night, as I was too excited to sleep, I drove over to Uncle Bob's first thing in the morning. As with every time I visited, I immediately serviced his beautiful cock and drank down his cum. But, instead of leaving, as usual, we prepared for my first day of urinal training. "Okay pup, here's how we begin," Uncle Bob said, laying out various toys and restraints. We had moved from the living room into his back playroom. It was one of the spare bedrooms, but outfitted as a dungeon. He had mats on the floors with drains, and tons of fetish and kink accessories. "You're going to be in the rubber suit, as a urinal doesn't need clothes, and since this is new, we think it's best to keep you well restrained." "Of course Uncle Bob, whatever you decide is best," I replied. Uncle Bob scooped up my already discarded clothes and placed them in a box for safe keeping. He picked up a full body rubber suit and helped me into it. This particular model had an external sheath for my penis, with a rubber hose tip that allowed my piss to flow out of it unhindered. There was a zippered opening at the back, right around my asshole, to allow anyone to play with my hole. Once in the suit, a rubber collar and restraints were locked around my neck, wrists, and ankles. "How do you feel pup?" Uncle Bob asked, staring down at me. I could tell he liked what he saw as his cock was rock hard. "I feel very good, Sir," I replied. "I feel like I am becoming an anonymous play toy." My cock jumped in the rubber sheath. I was turned on by this as well. Uncle Bob gave a short laugh. "That's good pup. Now that you're in proper attire, we're going to talk about your training sessions, before we get to any actual training." "First day of training will be relatively easy, pup. You and I will piss in a gallon jug, and then I'll dilute the urine down with water. I'll then pour this into either gag and have you swallow it. Since we're looking at a total transformation here, we're going to have a few more modifications. You are no longer Ryan or even a pup, you are a urinal. Your throat and stomach are plumbing, and your cock is now the urinal drain. It is connected to another gallon jug where everything will be collected and recycled. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir," I said. The idea of a total transformation into a urinal had me so hard it hurt. "One more thing, we are going to install a flush mechanism in you," he picked up a large butt plug. "This will be the internal flush and this," he picked up the remote, "will be the flush lever." Uncle Bob lubed up the plug and pushed it deep inside my tight boy hole. It was large enough to not slip out. He pushed the on button on the control, sending a serious of strong vibrating pulses up inside me. I moaned in pleasure feeling the plug pulsate inside me. Satisfied that everything was working, Uncle Bob picked up the first toy, the funnel gag. "This one," he said, "will be for when you are used out doors or outside a bathroom. I even modified it." He showed me the control valve he added. "This way we can adjust the flow of urine into the plumbing." I nodded to him that I understood, and then he strapped the gag in place. It fit so well in my mouth and around my head. I moaned in pleasure. "Good urinal," Uncle Bob said, as he began securing me to the post in the play room. My hands and ankles were tied so they wouldn't move, and just enough pressure was on the plug to really make me feel full. He also strapped my head to the post, keeping the funnel level. "Today's training will be a four hour session," Uncle Bob told me, smiling down at me, snapping a few pictures to add to our collection. With the camera tucked away, he attached the jug to the rubber tubing extending from my cock sheath, or urinal drain. "Go ahead and empty out the plumbing, urinal." And empty I did. Uncle Bob had me drink down 2-3 litres of water before coming over, and I was really full. Once the sensation of pissing started, it felt so good and I could feel the jug filling up at the other end. When I finished emptying my plumbing, Uncle Bob added extra water to the jug, further diluting my piss. Next, he emptied his bladder into another gallon jug, just watching the stream of urine flow from his beautiful cock made me ache with desire. As with my own urine, he diluted his with water. "Ready for this, urinal?" he asked. I grunted in reply. Stepping up to me, he attached a third jug to my urinal drain, before pouring one of the other jugs down the funnel. At first it was difficult to keep up with the flow and I almost choked, but once Uncle Bob adjusted the flow, it felt so natural, and made me so horny. I could taste the piss and water and didn't find it at all displeasing. Over the next two hours, Uncle Bob kept emptying the two full jugs of piss down the funnel. As the jugs emptied, I kept a steady flow of urine pouring out of my drain. When one jug was empty, and the one attached to my drain full, Uncle Bob would recycle the liquid. From time to time, he would adjust the flow rate making it easier or harder for me to keep up with the piss going down my throat. At random points, he would hit the flush button, sending pulsing waves of vibrations through my ass, encouraging me to swallow. After two hours, Uncle Bob let me empty my plumbing and held off on having me swallow and recycle the urine. He unstrapped my head, the funnel, and then stepped up to me. His cock was rock hard. After swallowing all that piss, I was hungry for cock and cum. I opened my mouth and took him down my throat. I worked his cock long and hard, savouring its flavour and enjoying every moment it was in my mouth. When Uncle Bob came, he grabbed my head and shoved his cock all the way in, forcing his cum down my gullet. "Thank you, Uncle Bob," I said when he pulled out of my mouth. "That was great, urinal. You're going to make a great service piece for Jon's bar." I smiled up at him. "I think it's time to try out the urinal hood." Uncle Bob picked up the full head hood and brought it over to me. "This will be for service inside when you are 'installed' in the bathroom at Jon's." He slipped the hood over my head and secured it in place. However, Uncle Bob did not secure my head. I could see out of the eye holes, but my vision was limited. He picked up a box and brought it over. Opening the box, he pulled out a plastic urinal stall, like the ones in a typical men's room. But this one was different. It looked like it had an opening in it to fit a person's head, and had extra plumbing attached to it. "This is the same stall as in Jon's bar. We have made a watertight seal for around you head. Guys will come up, piss or cum all over the hood, and what doesn't fall into your plumbing, will be pumped back up and fed to you when they hit the flush button." I could only moan in pleasure and desire. This was fulfilling every fantasy I had. Uncle Bob finished installing me into the urinal and then we began our second half of training. Just as with the first two hours, I spent this part swallowing and recycling urine constantly. Day one of training ended like it began, with me swallowing another creamy load of cum from Uncle Bob's cock. Tomorrow, he told me, would be a longer session. Eventually, by day 4 of in home training, I would be spending 12 hours as a urinal. Day 5, he had a party planned, and I would spend all day serving as the urinal. I would then be taken over to Jon's bar for some on the job training, with another party or two, before I began my twice monthly duties as Jon's full service urinal. Days two, three, and four, passed by and were even better than day one. I spent more and more time each day locked in the rubber suit and installed in the urinals. At the end of day two, Uncle Bob stopped diluting the urine being fed into my plumbing. Instead, he pissed directly into the funnel, and kept my jug full before recycling it back into me. I spent day three and day four fully immersed in the rubber suit and urinals. To make me pass more urine, Uncle Bob attached a whole pump system to my urinal drain and the jug had a hose attached to it to increase the amount of water. I was constantly recycling my own urine. When I wasn't swallowing and recycling my own, Uncle Bob was filling my plumbing with his own piss and cum. He even invited over a few friends to use me as well. They all commented on how good I looked encased in rubber and turned into a urinal. Day five arrived and I was promptly at Uncle Bob's house. He put me in the rubber suit and placed me in the proper position outside for use at his party. Per his instructions, I drank 3 litres of water the night before and early that morning, and my bladder was about to burst. He told me I couldn't empty my plumbing until the first patron of the day walked up to use me. This way, Uncle Bob said, I would be primed and ready to go. As a final touch, he placed a blindfold on me, and then attached the funnel gag and urine jug, complete with pumping system. The party got underway shortly after Uncle Bob finished installing me for the day. My bladder was screaming for release, but I kept holding it back. Finally, one of the men at the party approached, and I heard his zipper open and then heard and tasted the steady flow of piss into the funnel. I had an immediate release of piss from my bladder, the system was primed and working well. When patron number one was done pissing, he hit the flush button. Not only did it make me swallow the remainder of his urine in the funnel, but it started the pump, forcing my own urine out of the jug and back down my plumbing. The party passed by quickly, man after man came up, pissed, and dumped a load of cum down my funnel. I was in heaven. Soon enough it was time for me to be uninstalled from the urinal. "You did well," Uncle Bob said, as he shoved his cock down my throat. "You swallowed piss and cum from at least a dozen men today." He sped up his face fucking. Uncle Bob was giving me the best throat fucking I'd received in a while. His creamy cum tasted so good as he exploded in my mouth. Once again, he pulled out and coated my face. "Tomorrow, we begin on the job training. Jon has the bar all set up for you. We'll see what all he intends for you, urinal." "Yes SIR!" I said happily. I was incredibly happy about everything. The next day, I reported to Uncle Bob's house. He stripped my clothes off, put me in the rubber suit, fitted me with the plug, attached my collar and all my restraints, and then, as an added part of my urinal arrangement, blindfolded me as he locked me into the car. Bob had spent a few hours before my arrival outfitting his car with a new accessory. He called it the mobile urinal. He had a condom style catheter attached to his cock, with a line of gas mask hose running to an inflatable gag. Uncle Bob placed the gag in my mouth, inflated it until I could not speak, and then secured me in the car. As we started driving, he primed my urinal plumbing, feeding me at least a litre of delicious piss, straight from the tap. The mobile experience was intense, and all the way to the bar, I had a hard on, dripping precum into my rubber suit. Arriving at the bar, Uncle Bob unloaded me from the car and took me right into Jon's office. I was introduced as the new urinal, and Uncle Bob and Jon took turns inspecting me, and using my throat to service their cocks. I sucked on their two beautiful cocks for almost an hour before receiving their hot loads down my throat. "That was great, it really is a full service urinal," Jon remarked. Uncle Bob smiled, "That it is, Jon. Now, where are we installing it today?" Jon pointed toward the bathroom. "I have a special place already set up for it." We followed Jon into the back of the bar. Inside the bathroom, my blindfold was removed and I saw my new work environment. Jon had a special set up indeed. I had been trained as a single urinal, but this was incredible. Jon not only had the urinal that would attach to my urinal hood, but two other regular urinals next to it, piped into mine. There was all the pump works that Uncle Bob had made, along with multiple urine jugs for my drain to empty into once I was allowed to piss. Uncle Bob turned to me, "I think it's time to install our new urinal." He picked up the latex hood and latched it onto the suit. "This new model will definitely be more efficient then a single stall, Jon." "I was counting on that, Bob." We've got a good crowd coming in and I don't want long lines. If needed, can we run some more stalls into the plumbing?" "I don't see why not." I was in piss slave heaven. My mouth gagged open, multiple urinal stalls feeding into my plumbing, my ass turned into a flush lever, and restrained to a floor drinking men's piss and cum. I couldn't wait for my first patrons. Although hooded and in the back of the bar, I could still hear the noises coming from the front. It sounded like the party goers were slowly trickling into the bar. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before I had my first patrons. As a finishing touch to my new set up, Uncle Bob had placed a sign above my urinal that said, please flush after every use. I was hard in anticipation of service. Confessions of a Cock Servant Ch. 02 It had been two months since I first agreed to be a human urinal at Jon's bar and had undergone a total transformation training session with Uncle Bob. I spent two days a month in full rubber and installed as a urinal at the bar. The sessions were always hot, with lots of piss and cum to keep me well fed. Uncle Bob and Jon had seen to it that every day I "worked" the bar was packed with patrons. The fun just kept getting better and better. Just before I was supposed to start my third month as the urinal, Uncle Bob called me up. "Hey pup," Uncle Bob said when I answered the phone. "Come on by my place. I've got something for you." Never being one to disappoint Uncle Bob, I readily agreed. "Sure thing, I'll be right over." I threw on some clothes and drove over to his house. My cock ached with anticipation of what he had in store for me. Uncle Bob rarely called me over unless it was for training or using my throat or ass. I walked up to the door, knocked, and walked right in. Uncle Bob was seated on the couch, naked, his beautiful cock dangling between his legs. He turned to face me as I walked in. "Glad to see you, pup," Uncle Bob said with a smile. He stopped me before I could drop to my knees and engulf his cock. "I have something special in mind for you today, pup." I looked at him strangely. "More training...this time we're taking your urinal and cum dump training to the next level." I immediately became hard as a rock. Uncle Bob was never direct like this. He usually waited for me to service him and then would talk about new things for me to try out sexually. "Yes Uncle Bob. What do you want to train me in next?" I asked, kneeling before him. "We already know that you are our piss and cum dump, and you've come to be a urinal slave in the last few weeks. So we've decided to take your transformation one step further." Uncle Bob's cock was hard, but he was still denying it to me. It was glistening with precum and I longed to suck it and take its hard length down my willing throat. Uncle Bob got up from the couch and walked over to a box that was sitting on the nearby table. He opened it up and started pulling out new toys and gear. There was a much larger butt plug, a new hood, and a few tubes. I had no idea what Uncle Bob had in mind, and that had my cock dripping. "Strip out of your clothes, and put on your rubber suit, pup. We are going to transform you here and now." Obediently, I stripped and changed, putting on the full rubber body suit. Once changed Uncle Bob stepped up to me, new hood in hand. "This rubber hood will engulf everything on your face. You'll have two little nose holes, and your mouth will be gagged open," he said as he slipped the hood over my head, I heard the buckles and locks on the back click shut. I was fully engulfed. I couldn't see anything, and hearing was difficult but not impossible. It was odd, this whole set up, usually Uncle Bob would have me service him, but he was also asserting his dominance over me. This, more than the gear was turning me on. Uncle Bob felt me all over before continuing. "Next, I am going to insert two breathing tubes in your nose, keeping your airway open at all times." I felt the tubes enter the hood and then shove up inside my nose. I started to protest, but it was futile. I could only moan through the open mouth gag of the hood. Once the tubes were in place, I was breathing through them normally, but couldn't control my inhalation at all. There was a slight whistling as the air moved in and out of the tubes. "Now I am going to insert an inflatable funnel gag in your mouth, and a feeding tube from your cock, and as a last touch, we are catheterizing you." My cock jumped in the rubber suit. I couldn't believe what Uncle Bob was saying. He was slowly taking away my control over my bodily functions. I couldn't control my breathing, he was going to plug my ass with a massive butt plug, and this one I hoped would be a vibrator like the last one. Soon, I would lose control over my own bladder. I knew that the catheter would snake its way up my cock and deep inside my prostate and eventually up into my bladder. Once locked in place, I would have no control over my ability to urinate. I felt the funnel gag slide inside my mouth. I moaned long and low as I felt the gag inflate. Uncle Bob had also slipped the feeding tube into my mouth, stringing it through the funnel gag and down my throat. I suddenly felt so stuffed, utterly helpless. Little did I know, the feeling was just beginning. Before he continued outfitting me, Uncle Bob moved me around the room. He helped me up into the playroom, I could tell by the feel of the floor under my feet. Uncle Bob assisted me as he placed me on a small elevated platform. Once there, he tied my hands behind my back and had me kneel down. As I knelt down, I felt something cold and firm against my vulnerable hole...the butt plug. It felt so big as it pushed against me, pushing inside me, splitting open my boy hole. I moaned and groaned, and even tried to scream, but to no avail. All my noises were stifled by the gag in my mouth. All I could hear were faint grunts and the whistling as I breathed. Uncle Bob kept pushing me down until I felt the plug pop inside me. It was now firmly wedged inside my once tight hole. For good measure, Uncle Bob ran straps over my legs and tied my hands to my ankles. There was no way that I was going to be able to push the plug out of me. That's when I felt the steady pulsing in my ass. Uncle Bob had made it a vibrating model. Another plug capable of being a "flush lever" in my ass. Uncle Bob strapped my head in place, securing me so I couldn't move it. "There's a pretty sight," Uncle Bob said, as I heard the snapping of the camera. "We're not done yet, urinal. My final touch will be to catheterize you. You look so hot urinal. All vulnerable and submissive." I tried to moan a thank you, but nothing was happening. Somehow, I knew Uncle Bob knew what I was trying to say. He patted me on my head and then stroked my rubber covered cock, well, urinal drain. I felt the tip of something at my cock, I knew it was the stinger of the catheter. I felt as Uncle Bob massaged my cock while pushing the catheter into my urethra. The sensations were overwhelming. There was a lot of pain, but also pleasure, so much pleasure. He pushed and pushed and inch by glorious inch my cock accepted the catheter until I felt a tingling deep in my bowels. The catheter had reached my bladder. Uncle Bob inflated the balloon on the tip, gave a quick tug to make sure it was secured, and then attached the feeding tube to my catheter. "All secured and finished, urinal. You're open for business." All this talk and play had kept me hard, but distracted me from my relatively full bladder. Now that I had no control, the urine flowed freely out of my bladder, into my drain, and up the feeding tube, being recycled into my plumbing. I was once again a self-servicing urinal, but without the need for complicated pumps or buckets. Uncle Bob stepped up to me, I could feel his footsteps on the platform. He slapped his glorious cock against my funnel before unleashing his piss into my urinal. "Mmmm, feels so good to empty this bladder. You're going to be nice and full of piss, urinal." His piss flowed down the funnel and into my gagged mouth. I had no choice but to swallow not only his, but mine as well. Uncle Bob pissed for what seemed like an hour. His wonderful cock emptying its contents into my funnel and down into my mouth and stomach. I felt so filthy, so dirty, and so turned on by it all. Once Uncle Bob finished up, he bent down to my ear. "Time to serve, urinal. I've got twenty guests coming over, all with very full bladders." Uncle Bob went on to tell me that he had arranged a little piss party, and I was the star attraction. The guests filed into the room, I could hear their footsteps and their voices. All sounded like men Uncle Bob's age. "Step right up folks. The new and improved human urinal is open for business. It will swallow your piss and your cum." Uncle Bob told his guests. The line of men pissing down my throat and filling me up felt like it went on for hours at a time. There was one point where I was certain I had four or five men all pissing into my funnel at once. Of course, in between the loads of piss, the men took turns cumming. I would have one or two deliciously salty-sweet loads of cum down my gullet at any time during the night. As my plumbing filled with piss and cum, it drained out of the catheter and back into my funnel. I was never running on empty, so to speak. Every time one of the men filled me up, he hit the flush button, triggering the vibrating butt plug to pulsate in my ass. It helped remind me that I was a submissive cock, cum, and piss whore, being used by men. Several hours later, Uncle Bob began unhooking me from all the gear. He took off my blindfold and the urinal gag, unstrapped my arms and legs. He left my butt plug in me, keeping my little boy ass filled to capacity. Uncle Bob also left my catheter in, but hooked the line up to a bag so I could drain out all the urine in my system. He bathed me and cleaned me up as well before we settled in to some more fun, just the two of us. "You did well, pup," Uncle Bob said, as he guided my head down onto his cock. His tool tasted so good as it entered my well-used mouth. I missed having it down my throat. Uncle Bob pushed deep into my throat, filling it to capacity. "That's a good little cocksucker, take it deep." His cock pumped in and out of my throat over and over. Uncle Bob kept a steady rhythm. He never relented. His cock entered my throat and left it over and over. I was in heaven with every stroke. "Get ready pup, I am going to cum," Uncle Bob panted. I opened up my mouth as wide as I could manage. Uncle Bob plunged deep into my waiting mouth one last time before exploding. The first few shots went into my gullet, and then, as was his habit, Uncle Bob pulled out and drenched my face with cum. I had a huge load coating my face, dripping down my chin and neck. A couple pictures later, and Uncle Bob helped me clean up. He emptied the catheter and then, slowly, removed it from my bladder, allowing me to have full control over my body for the first time all day. Uncle Bob even removed the plug from my ass, leaving an empty feeling deep inside. "Thank you, Uncle Bob. I've never felt so slutty and dirty. It was amazing," I said as I looked into his face. Uncle Bob looked so rugged with a little shadow on his face, and the fine coating of body hair over his chest. "You're welcome, pup. I think the guys enjoyed using you as their urinal tonight. Everyone seemed happy to dump load after load into you." I smiled and nodded, lost in horny thoughts. My day of training was complete. I couldn't help but wonder what Uncle Bob would have in store for me next. Confessions of a Cock Servant I guessed it was about thirty minutes before the first man entered the bathroom needing to piss. He headed straight for my urinal, and not even batting an eye, unzipped his jeans and took out his cock. It looked to be about five inches soft, cut, and beautifully thick. He aimed the head right at my hood and unleashed a large, warm stream of urine. The liquid ran down my hood into the urinal mouth piece and into my throat. It tasted so good. He pissed for about three minutes before stepping back and zipping up. Then, he hit the flush button. My ass vibrated and pulsed as torrents of water and the remaining piss that I missed flushed down into the mouth piece and down my throat. Shortly after man number one finished using me, it became a non-stop run of piss and cum. Some guys would just come in to relieve their bladders. Others jacked off, or fucked each other right in front of me before spewing their cum into my urinal for me to swallow. Uncle Bob and Jon came in several times to check on me, and of course use me as well. By the end of the day, I was tired, a little sore, but horny as hell. Uncle Bob and Jon congratulated me on spending almost 15 hours as the in-bar urinal. "Urinal, that was awesome," Uncle Bob said as he unlocked and unsuited me. He directed my body to the shower stall in the back of the bathroom. "Thank you Uncle Bob," I said. "That was amazing." A quick warm water rinse and I was good as new. Uncle Bob just smiled at me. "Your first time here was great. We are looking forward to your next day in the bar." After finishing the clean-up, Uncle Bob took me home. I could hardly wait for my next day servicing cocks, cum and piss in all, at the bar.