2 comments/ 16836 views/ 10 favorites Toy Stories Pt. 01 By: 1077ad Chapter 1: Urinal Gag This one is dedicated to M.S. It was during an email exchange that I sketched out the fantasy I'd had when I first came across the Urinal Gag online, and that gave me the impetus to write this out. That shows how valuable that feedback (especially emails and private messages) can be. It makes it feel worthwhile to know that these stories are as arousing for other people as they are for me, and sharing fantasies can help with inspiration for the next story. If this or any of my stories turn you on, feel free to drop me a line, whether you'd just like to share your own secret desires with a sympathetic listener, swap pictures, or anything else. Thanks for reading! * After I got my promotion, I found out that I was going to have to travel a bit more. Nothing too bad, just short trips from our branch office to the corporate headquarters every few months. The prospect of getting to the big city was exciting for me, and right from the start I took advantage. My sex life had been a dead zone for a while, so I decided to put some of my extra salary to toward getting laid. I'd never hired an escort before, but it turned out to be surprisingly easy -- even if the results were never great. The dead-eyed women that came to my hotel seemed to be in such a passionless rush to get me off and leave that it just didn't seem like any fun. After a few trips to the city like that I was a little frustrated, and instead of browsing through the boards with the escort ads, I found myself on Craigslist. Maybe there's a bored housewife that wants to get her bell rung, I thought to myself. And once I was looking at those, it was just one click over to look at the "M4M" ads. I couldn't believe how much looking at those turned me on -- something about the forthright, no-bullshit directness of simply saying what you want to do, I guess. It also re-awakened something I thought I was done with. I'd had a few gay experiences in my younger days, back in college when everyone was being "experimental". I'd enjoyed them with no regrets, but once I was out of school, it wasn't something that happened again. But now, man I was ready. Over my next few trips, I found that a Craigslist ad with "downtown hotel" in its location got lots of replies, and I had one great hookup, two good ones, one okay one and one unpleasantly awkward one. (It's a long story.) So anyway, I wasn't making any trips to the city during the summertime, so on my first time back in September I felt a real tingle of anticipation down in my belly. I'd been waiting for this all week, and I had a big four-day load that I was ready to give someone. Usually I'd been waiting for the last night I'd be in town to set up my hookup, but there was no way I was going to be able to hold off. To my great frustration, on my first night in, there was an after-work dinner I had to go to, and I was fidgety all through it, thinking about what might happen to me that night. In fact, I cut out after one post-dinner drink, telling everyone I wanted to walk back to the hotel. Which was true enough. I wanted to let dinner settle as I turned over in my mind what I was going to put in my ad that night. The stroll took me through a district that I wasn't normally in, so I was also looking at the cool old buildings with approval. Very restrained, very dignified, even if they were a bit worn down. It looked like the sort of neighborhood that was about two years away from being filled with hipster artisanal cupcake boutiques. Maybe that's why one sign that was a bit out of place caught my eye. It wasn't flamboyant, just a brass plate like a lot of the other businesses on the street had. But it read: "CLUB PLUNDER" and underneath, in smaller type, "a pansexual playground". That stopped me in my tracks, and I found myself looking at the posters by the door. There were couples nights, swingers' parties, "dis/ability sex workshops" and something called "shemale sundays". The freshly-printed one on top read, "TONIGHT! Boys' night! No cover -- live fetish shows all night -- join in -- get lucky!" Now, a few months back, I probably would have just kept walking. This seemed strange and a little dangerous somehow. But all the discoveries I'd been making on my business trips must have emboldened me a bit. And anyways, I was really horny. Why not? I thought, as I opened the door and stepped in. Let's see what this is like. There was a long stairway up from the street, and at the top something more like a reception room than I was expecting. A slim, attractive twink at the desk, with spiked blond hair and glitter on his cheekbones greeted me with a smile, quickly evaluated me as someone who was new here, and explained to me how it worked. Five bucks made me a temporary member of the club, and I had to sign a form that said something about acknowledging that I would be in the presence of sexual activity and... well, I signed it quickly enough that I didn't read it very closely. A couple minutes later I was in the change room, and handed a cloth laundry bag to check my clothes. When he saw me looking confused, the attendant mentioned that footwear was mandatory and helpfully suggested I might put keys and wallet in my socks. It was a bit like a bathhouse, I gathered (though I had never been to one) in that you were otherwise expected to be naked or in a towel. There were also small rooms you could go to if you found someone you wanted privacy with, but as I entered the main hall, towel wrapped around my waist, I realized it was mostly just like a bar. Well, somewhat. There was a large lounge with tables for mingling, and dance room with disco lights off to one side which I wasn't particularly interested in. But the stage area wasn't like anything I'd seen at a bar before: a raised circular platform with tiered seating all around it. A pair of older men, naked but for crocs and fanny packs passed by me and said hello. I didn't quite feel like chatting yet, so I decided to go find a spot overlooking the stage. The padded benches weren't all that busy, with about a dozen spectators on hand as I found a spot away on my own. It looked like the live show was already in progress. On stage, there was a guy giving head to another dude. As I settled in, it looked like the skinny guy on his knees was close to finishing off his partner, a tall, bald-headed black man. After a minute, the black guy pushed the other guy's head back, and started furiously stroking his cock for a few seconds before launching a huge wad of semen on his partner's lips. There was some clapping and appreciative cheers as the pair left the stage, the skinny guy wiping the cream from his face with his towel. A well-built guy wearing nothing but a bow-tie and a pair of dress shoes took to the stage with a microphone. He was Troy, the night's MC, and he fired off a couple jokes and bantered with the regulars in the crowd for a bit as another guy (in tight short-shorts and a STAFF t-shirt) carried a bench onto the stage. "A round of applause for Mitch," Troy said as Mitch sat the bench down and waved to a guy whistling at him. "I see some new faces here tonight," he was now saying, flashing a smile in my direction. "Well, remember folks: at Club Plunder, you're not paying through the nose to watch bored strippers. You are the entertainment! The sign-up sheet is over at the bar, so go put your name down if you want to show your stuff tonight!" He looked at his clipboard. "And up next, we have... George, who signed up for... Spank the Twink! George, get down here!" A guy who was sitting on the other side of the stage from me stood up. He was young-looking, barely old enough to be in here, I figured. And he was a real cutie, too: blond, tanned and lean. He had a big grin on his face as Mitch set down a box beside the bench. "Welcome back, George," said Troy. "In case any of you guys haven't seen him before, I'll just let you know that George likes a real hard spanking, so don't be afraid to use some elbow grease. Anyone want to get him started?" An older guy in the front row hopped up and stepped on the stage. Still smiling, George blew a kiss at him and then turned around, spreading his towel along the bench as he leaned over, his taut buns facing up. The older guy ran his hand over George's globes for a few seconds and then, without warning, reared back and gave him a hard slap on his left asscheek. George's knees dipped a bit, but he didn't otherwise react when his other cheek received a similar smack. The older guy paused to rub George's ass again, and then gave him a few more slaps. By then another guy, middle-aged and heavyset, came up on the stage. He looked in the box beside the bench and leaned down to pull out a small plastic paddle. He took the place of the first guy and was soon enthusiastically spanking George's bottom, which was now beginning to have a reddish glow. He kept going until another guy came on stage and selected a small flail from the box and took over. The sharp snap from that left a red line behind and George moaned for the first time. As the guy gave him more snaps in quick succession I could see that George was now sporting a big erection. Several guys followed, each choosing a different tool and punishing George's ass with increasing vigor. The harder blows elicited louder responses, and though it sounded like he was in pain, the young twink was clearly really turned on by this. Finally, a couple of senior citizens (with no towels to cover up their wizened, droopy pizzles) went up together, and while one spanked George with a wooden spoon, the other leaned down beside him and gave him a handjob. When George came, his grunts were even louder than when his ass was being whipped! As Troy jumped back on stage for some more jokes, Mitch was behind him, wiping the bench clean and carrying it off. I looked around and noticed that the crowd had doubled in size. What an amazing place! I thought to myself. I watched a couple more acts. The next involved two guys who wrestled each other, Greco-Roman style, their muscled bodies grappling on the gym mats that had been laid down. And once one had been pinned for the third time, the other claimed his victory by fucking him from behind, stopping only to put on the condom that Troy (acting as referee) handed him. After that, a fat guy in nylons gave footjobs to a couple volunteers. And then, circle of men on their hands and knees were serviced by a tall, skinny older gentleman who had offered to rim anyone who wanted their assholes licked. This was all interesting -- and arousing as well. I had a hard-on under my towel, and I was glad to be in a place where there was no need to conceal it. In fact, there were a few men scattered here and there that were opening masturbating as they watched, which, far from bothering anyone, seemed to be looked on as something of a spectator sport. It seemed to be a signal that a guy was ready for action, and usually not long after a guy started jerking himself off, someone would come and sit beside him to whisper negotiations back and forth, usually leading to the pair heading off together. I was horny enough that I felt like I was on the verge of doing the same thing and seeing if anyone would be interested in heading off with me. But just then the rimming session ended and Troy took the stage again. Mitch was behind him, awkwardly carrying something unwieldy. It turned out to be a small pink inflatable pool, the circular kind about four feet across that you'd put out in your backyard. "All right! We're getting closer to the night's open gangbang, but before we do, we've got a special treat for all you yellow hankies out there. Wade -- are you out there, Wade? C'mon down! -- drove down here three hours for a golden shower... So we're gonna open this up and invite everyone up to give him a good dowsing." Wade, a balding, middle-aged guy who looked like he could be a school teacher or something like that, climbed onto the stage, kicked off his flip-flops and stepped into the pool, lowering himself to his knees. He looked nervous and excited -- and his cock was so hard it was twitching. Before he followed Troy off the stage, Mitch handed Wade a pair of swimmer's goggles that he pulled over his head. He wasn't alone for long as a young Latino-type was already hopping up the stairs to the stage, striding in front of Wade. He shifted his towel to pull his cock out, and quickly he was pissing on Wade, aiming his flow up and down the older man's chest, and finishing by pissing on Wade's cock. As he was finishing, another man stepped up beside him and also began pissing on Wade, again starting at his chest, then pulling up higher so his stream hit Wade's face. Before he was done, there were two more on stage, one in front and one behind who let his stream run down Wade's back and ass. I was riveted -- in fact, I could hardly blink. My hands were gripping the bench so tightly I had to close my eyes for a second and breathe so they relaxed. This had long been a secret fantasy of mine, something that I could never mention to anyone I'd ever been with. It looked so sexy -- Wade looked so vulnerable as stream after stream of strangers' piss dripped off him. There was a semicircle around him now, with four guys spraying him all at once. It looked like Wade couldn't hold off any longer and began stroking himself. I realized I had been rubbing my own cock as well, and just then I felt another body sitting down beside me. I turned my head to see a gorgeous hunk of a man -- well-muscled, but not overdone like the weight-lifting types. More like someone who used his muscles for honest work. I was momentarily taken aback. Why's he sitting next to me? He could clearly do way better! He wasn't wearing a towel and I looked down to see a beautiful, thick cock nestling between his legs. "Pretty hot, hey?" He asked, as we both turned back to watch Wade's continuing piss degradation. I could only nod. I cleared my throat and tried to speak, but only a mumble came out. "Yeah, I was watching you, could tell ya liked it." His hand moved to my knee and quickly slid up my thigh under my towel. "So, ya wanna... ya wanna go back to the showers and do that one on one?" My cock twitched, and for a second I thought I was going to come right there, with his hand caressing my thigh. I swallowed again. "I can't... can't yet..." I muttered. "I have to... see all of this." I turned to look at him and he must have caught the desperate look in my eye. He smiled, and leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the lips. Then he stood up again. "Well, I take it that's not a 'no'. I'm Sean. I'll be around all evening, sugar." Before I could say anything more, he was walking away from me... and right down to the stage, where he joined in as a fat guy was finishing pissing on the man in the pool. As Sean's stream hit Wade's chest, I felt a twitching sizzle on my own, and again I felt like I might start coming right there. Sean took a long piss on Wade, going up and down his body and as Sean hit Wade's face, he finally blew his wad, sending spurt after spurt of semen into the piss that was pooling inches deep around his knees. He shuddered and looked for a second like he was going to slump over. Everyone seemed to understand that once Wade had come, the piss party was over. Quickly Mitch and another attendant were up on the stage. The new helper was also in a STAFF t-shirt, but he had nothing on below that except for a pair of high heels. He looked like the younger brother of the twink at the front desk with his styled blond hair, but more make-up, including prominent swirls of eye shadow. As Mitch set down a bucket and helped Wade stand, the other guy started toweling Wade's feet and legs off so he could step out of the pool without dripping piss all over. He led Wade down from the stage, as steady in high heels as Wade was wobbly, and as Troy returned, Mitch carefully lifted the pool, half-folding it to create a funnel to pour a considerable amount of piss into the bucket. He set the pool back down near the edge of the stage, picked up the bucket and carried it offstage. "Well, I bet that got all you piss freaks pretty fucking excited, right?" There were some cheers from the crowd. "Well, you're in luck, 'cause we have a bonus for you. Sort of a door prize. You know that a lot of the sex toy companies send us their hot new products and I bet you're going to love this." He was pulling something large out of a box. It was dark and rounded with a strap attached to it. "This is just out from our friends at Bull Brothers, who we really love. They outdid themselves this time, with this brand-new urinal gag." I was holding my breath. "You can see, once this gets strapped to someone's face, he becomes a fully-functioning urinal. There's a wide-opening to the basin here, and the bowl is sealed tight so the only place the piss can go is out through the hole and into the wearer's mouth. There's also three separate attachments that hook up to that..." He fumbled with the box and held up a round, yellow plastic piece. "These go in the urinal's mouth. This is the beginner's gag, it's softer so the urinal can bite down and pause the flow if he needs to. This one is longer and channels the piss to the back of the throat, but the urinal can bite down on this one too. And this one is the depressor, holds the tongue down so the urinal has no choice but to keep drinking. It fits in real easy, like this..." He attached the tongue depressor to the back of the opening and held it up, turning around for everyone in the crowd to get a look. "So, like I said... we're giving this bad boy away to one of you bad boys. Which of you piss freaks wants to win a toy like this?" He turned around again, showing it off to the crowd. He stopped when he was facing me. "You? All right! Come on down!" It took a couple seconds before I realized that I had raised my hand. At first, it felt like my heart had stopped. Then, it felt like my heart had exploded, and there was a warm, whooshing rush in my ears. Troy -- and now everyone else in the crowd -- were looking at me. What have I done? I had a whole back-and forth argument in my head that seemed to go on for awhile, but must have only been a couple seconds for everyone else. You know you want that. And no one here knows you! Just go down, get it, and you can take it home! All right. I stood up and walked down to the stage. My face -- my whole body, actually -- felt warm, like I was blushing all over. "Well, hello!" Troy said as I climbed the steps up to the stage. "What's your name?" "Dave," I said, biting my lip as I looked at the urinal gag from close up. "This your first time here, Dave?" I nodded. "Well, welcome to Club Plunder, and congratulations! I hope you're having a good time tonight." He looked down at my crotch and pulled off my towel, doing an exaggerated double take when he saw my huge hard-on jutting out. "Oh, I can tell he's having a good time," he said to the crowd, and there was general laughter. The high-heeled attendant who had taken Wade off the stage was now back, stepping up beside me. "Molly, why don't you help Dave and show him what he won." Molly took the gag from Troy, and turned to me, raising it to my face. As he brought the yellow insert to my mouth, I instinctively opened it, and with practiced ease, he moved the back of the urinal bowl right up against my face. The yellow plastic insert was wide enough that I felt my lips stretch around it...and then, the depressor pushing my tongue down. Hey, wait! I just want to take it and go! You don't have to show me... Toy Stories Pt. 01 Before I could say anything, he was sliding the loop of the wide strap around my head. There was a thick, padded section right at the back, and as he tightened the strap it felt like the whole thing was held firmly to my face. It was a little heavy, but not that bad -- just slightly unnatural to have that sort of weight pulling your chin down a bit. There was even a dip in the back of the bowl so my nose wasn't blocked. While part of my mind was thinking about taking it off and getting off the stage, another part of me felt excited. Imagine! This is stuck to your face! There's nothing you could do if someone... someone started... I had that dizzy feeling again, and I hardly noticed as Molly guided me over a couple steps. I had to lift my foot so I didn't trip on something. My mind was still exploding with the idea of what it would be like to actually use this. I felt Molly's hand pushing down on my shoulder, and without really thinking, I dropped to my knees. I looked down; it was pink below me. I was confused until it registered that I was now kneeling in the inflatable pool. It took a couple seconds before I finally realized how I was going to "win" the urinal gag. My mind exploded again. About six times in a row. They think I want to... they think I volunteered... they think I actually WANT TO BE the urinal! The light in my eyes was blinding. I struggled to breathe for a second. Well, wait... can I? I mean, do I really want to... Molly was pulling my hands behind my back, and I could feel something dig against my wrists. He was handcuffing me! Now there's no way I could get this off my face, no way I can stop it if someone pisses... My vision got darker, I looked up, forcing my eyes to focus, and I saw Troy was standing right in front of me. "Unlike everyone else that was on stage, you didn't fill out the sign-up sheet, so we just have to do this to make sure. Consent is mandatory at Club Plunder... we only want people to get involved with things they want to be involved with. So let's just double check. Dave, do you volunteer to be the urinal and serve anybody who wants to feed you their piss?" I took a deep breath. My vision was clear now. Troy was holding the mic down to the opening of the urinal. I nodded and said "yes", though I could hear that it sounded more like "yahhhhhll." "Great! Okay folks, we're just going to ask you to wait a few minutes while we get set up on stage here. And can we get Stan, who's gonna get gangbanged ready to get up here?" He moved out of the way as Mitch carried an armload of several poles onto the stage. He crouched down and found a round metal lid, pulling it out. It was like a cover for the hole you'd stick a volleyball net in on a gym floor, and similarly here, they were used to erect the series of poles on the stage. Meanwhile, I felt motion and half-turned my head to see Molly crouching beside me. I wasn't sure what he was up to until I felt his hands at my left foot. He was untying my shoe and tugging it off -- a slightly awkward feat given how my ankles were bent. But he managed it, and got the sock off, and then went around to my other shoe. "These will be with your clothes," he said speaking in a clipped British accent, leaning down to speak into my ear. And then I was alone. Mitch was bringing up several of padded benches of various heights and setting them around the stage. As I watched this, the waiting was the strangest part. The bottom of the pool was still damp from all the other men's piss that had been poured out, and as I looked on, the acrid smell began drifting up to me. Second thoughts and outright fear were buzzing in my ear, now that the momentum of the moment had passed. And yet, there was also a strange, almost thrilling sense of anticipation. There's no way that I could have ever asked to be in this situation... and now, despite myself, here I was. I was going to be used as a human urinal to a crowd of strange men. I tilted my head down to look, but the object on my face blocked my view of my cock. I couldn't see it or touch it, but I could feel how rigid it was. Molly was back on stage and was now securing something to four of the poles that were set up in a rectangle. It was like a hammock, but made of leather. A well-muscled, but rather short guy, maybe five-foot-nothing, came up on stage and climbed into it. I was guessing this was Stan. Molly handcuffed his wrists to the poles beside his head, then pulled his legs back, cuffing his ankles to the same poles just above his arms, leaving his upturned ass hanging over the end of the sling, ready to be plundered. Other men started climbing onto the stage now -- I guessed it was open season. They gathered around Stan, rubbing their hands all over his body while a freckled red-headed guy started rimming his asshole. A couple other guys were bent over his face, taking turns spitting into Stan's open mouth. Off to the side of the stage, a guy sat on one of the benches and as two men stepped over in front of him, his hands quickly reached up to stroke both their cocks. Soon, his mouth was going back and forth from one to another. Now, the guy who had been rimming Stan was rolling a condom down his shaft as one of the men beside him squeezed some lube onto Stan's asshole and poked some in. Quickly, the redhead slid the length of his cock into the target in front of him. He gripped the poles in front of him and began fucking the supine man just as... ...just as my vision of the scene was blocked. A man was standing in front of me, looking down at the urinal bowl attached to my face. He was half-erect, and had to take care to pull his cock downward to aim it at my face. I saw him trying to relax for a moment, and then he began pissing. This is it! This is happening! The thoughts slowly surged through my head in that extended moment, that final lacuna before his stream hit the bowl, before the piss pooled at the bottom, before it started to drain through the hole at the back. Into my mouth. A slow trickle, then a stream. And then the smell. And then the taste of it holy shit he's pissing in my mouth! I swallowed once, just as the strong bitter taste registered with my brain. Salty, musky and blood-warm. I swallowed again. My mouth was filling up now and I had to keep swallowing, gulping as the man continued to piss into the bowl. Then I could feel the liquid flowing town my tongue slow to a trickle. I was still gulping and now swallowed mostly air. I belched slightly as the last of his piss ran down my throat, and had to fight the urge to cough and sputter. I'll have to be more careful at the end there, I thought to myself as I belched again. Without comment, the man had walked away. He was done using me. That gave a pause again to let the incident sink in, to let me consider that I was now just a urinal. It seemed strange and degrading and gross and very, very sexy all at once. That sharp aftertaste was in my mouth now -- when I'd experimented with this on my own, drinking my own piss, this is where I'd rinse my mouth out. But this time, I wasn't going to be able to rinse my mouth out. Well, I guess that's not quite true, I realized as another man stepped in front of me. I would be able to rinse my mouth out with more piss. This guy was rather stocky, and almost all of his body was covered with thick, dark hair. His cock was just a little stub, and as his fingers gripped it, it looked mostly like loose foreskin. His piss was much stronger, nearly overpowering. It was bitter and awful tasting. I winced, and I would have made a face were it not for the large intrusion in my mouth. He must have seen something in my eyes, though, because he laughed as I started swallowing his bitter fluid. The smell of it hit me, and it was harsh, almost like dog piss. The sharp ammonia taste of it lingered on the back of my tongue as finally he was finishing. I felt a few drops my my forehead as he shook himself vigorously. Then he, too left without a word. And then, I had more time to consider things, as no one came to use me for awhile. Kneeling there alone, like a shy one at some orgy. That strong, gross taste did not get better with time. It actually had me eager for someone else to come and wash it out of my mouth, but I had to wait. And yet, as the taste lingered, I could feel I had a huge hard-on. My body was buzzing, like there was some extra electricity running through me. Oh, and at that orgy, Stan was now being fucked by another man, and then a third. he was off in his own place -- eyes closed, head tilted back -- as his ass was receiving a continuous ramming. And over a bit from him, at another pair of poles, another guy was now standing, handcuffed, ball gag in his mouth. There was one man behind him making occasional whap! noises with flicks from a paddle to his ass while a second man stood in front of him, pinching his nipples over and over. I was also distracted when I realized that there was a another older guy in the seating area at the edge of my vision that was clearly sitting there and watching me. Well, I thought, if it were someone else, I'd be watching this too! But the idea that the spectacle of my degradation was causing someone else's arousal gave me a strange thrill, which lingered, even as I waited to be used by someone else. Finally, after about ten minutes, an older black man, short curly hair graying at the temples, stepped in front of me. For a second my mouth watered as I looked at his thick cock, seeing a string of pre-come dribbling from the head. And when his piss reached me, it was a relief. It was salty, and for a second the smell made me think of buttered popcorn. This was much more pleasant to drink! he didn't piss as long, however. Before he left, he smiled down at me and said, "I hope you have yourself a good night, now." It wasn't long after that I heard a guy moan as he came while fucking Stan. He pulled out (and was immediately replaced by someone else) and stood there, catching his breath for a moment. Then he looked up, and noticing me, walked in my direction, pulling his condom from his wilting cock. As he arrived in front of me, I could see his softening shaft was still slick with his own scum. He closed his eyes and relaxed for a few seconds before his piss started flowing. His taste was not particularly strong, though my stomach gurgled a bit as I was finishing drinking his load. I wished to myself that I could have licked his cock clean for him! Shortly after that, two thick-armed muscle men wandered over together. They'd just climbed up onto the stage and were getting ready to join in on the action. They paused in front of me and looked me over as I peered up at them. They looked like the sort of guys who spent most of their time lifting weights both for fun and as a competition. But instead of the stereotypical 'roid ragers that you might have assumed them to be, they were actually more like a pair of teenaged girls hanging out with each other, making private jokes and giggling at everything. One of them even reached down and stroked my hair for a few seconds while they wondered why anyone would want to put themselves in my situation. And then they both pissed at once, jousting playfully ("don't cross the streams!" tittered one) and filling up the bowl more than it had yet been. I had a steady flow pouring back into my mouth, and I drank it all hungrily now, trying to sort out the two flavors that they were mixing together. When I finished swallowing the dual load (once again belching and feeling that unpleasant hitch in my guts as I finished) there was a burst of applause, and I could see that the older man who had been watching me was standing up and clapping. Then he walked down from his seat, on to the stage, and towards me. When he reached me, he leaned down and started whispering in my ear. "Oh geez, sweetie, I wish I was as brave as you. You're so good... so hot like that. You don't know how it turns me on!" His words were muffled through the headband that was holding the gag on. Doubled over, he kept up that stream of commentary, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was jerking himself off. After nearly a minute of it, his dirty invective ceased as he bit the top of my ear, then started sucking and nibbling on my earlobe below the headband. That sent a weird buzz straight to my belly, and I felt my cock twitching -- for a few seconds I thought I was going to come right there! Then he reached the same point and jerked upright, and his cock shot out several spurts of semen into the urinal bowl. I couldn't see it, and I waited a few seconds to feel it dribble through the hole and back onto my tongue. But then I remembered that the drain hole wasn't flush with the very bottom of the bowl. I moaned with frustration, tilting my head back to try and coax it back. Instead, the man gave me a different taste sensation by giving me a giant bladder full of piss. That was enough to flush the semen out, and the taste of it hit my tastebuds right before his piss. Once again, his piss had a strong, almost overpowering flavor... yet by now, even that was turning me on intensely. When he was done, he watched me swallowing the last of it before leaning down to give me a kiss on the forehead. "Thank you," he said, with a strange look of gratitude in his eyes, before he turned and walked away. By then, there was another sensation that was impossible to ignore -- given how much I'd had to drink, it was no surprise that I really had to pee myself. What the hell am I supposed to do? I can't put my hand up and ask to go to the washroom or anything! I turned my head back and forth, looking around. And then dropped my chin to my chest, at least as much as I could. Well, I am in a wading pool that has already been used as a piss container... I guess I'll have to go here. There was no one around me and another glance back and forth implied there wasn't anyone watching me, so I closed my eyes, tried to relax enough for my hard-on to go down, and after what felt like an eternity I could hear the splashing on the plastic below me. And then the warm liquid pooling around my knees. It sounded very loud and I was surprised that everyone wasn't suddenly looking at me -- especially given that once I was going it turned into a major long slash. Ahhh.... that's so much better... And then, someone approached me from the side, out of my blind spot. I turned, and it was Molly. "You little skunk," he said, raising something up in his hand. "You've wet the bed! Well, I think you're going to have to be punished!" He reached toward my head, and just before my vision was cut off, I could see he was covering my eyes with some sort of a stiff leather blindfold. Oh shit! Now I can't see anything! Molly didn't say anything else, and as far as I could tell he simply walked off. And then, I had a few minutes being left alone again. I felt mildly freaked out for a bit, and then, as I realized how exposed I now was, I felt an incredible thrill. My whole body was covered in goosebumps, my heart beating in my ears. I took a moment to stretch -- as much as I could -- pulling back my shoulders and thrusting my hips outward. My hard-on felt like it extended a mile out from my body. And then, I relaxed again. Waiting, anticipating. I didn't hear the next guy walk up to me, and the sudden surge of piss in the bowl caught me off guard. I'd been breathing in through the gag tube and almost started choking as his liquid drained into my mouth. Now I had no idea whose piss I was drinking -- no idea what they looked like, no idea how long they'd keep pissing for. I could only stay there, on my knees in front of them, and accept it. Just like any other urinal. And after that, all of a sudden it was rush hour, with a long series of near-constant guys pissing into my bowl. The flow of it into my mouth and down my throat would almost trickle to a halt and then start up again, and I quickly lost track of how many men I had serviced. In fact, I was also losing track of time -- just in a long hazy now with only subtle variations in the flavors of urine to set one moment apart from the next. It wasn't long before I had to piss, and a shorter gap after that before my bladder felt full once more. As I kept drinking and drinking, my own urge to piss was nearly constant, and my stomach was beginning to feel uncomfortably full. Soon, it was getting very difficult to concentrate on willing my erection down enough to piss, especially as I would be suddenly surprised by a new stream arriving in my mouth. At one point I thought I was going to burst before I had a long enough gap between patrons to relax enough to pee. I could feel my own piss pooling higher against my knees and feet, and I could smell the strong, pungent waft of it. It was starting to be even stronger than the fresh piss that was arriving under my own nose in the bowl. ... time flows... piss flows... I wait... I am used, and used and used... I am passive; I am exultant... ... piss flows... time flows... I honestly had no idea how long I had been on stage for. My knees were starting to ache, as were my shoulders and my wrists, still handcuffed behind me. My stomach was churning a little bit more now, too, as if it were telling me I had drank enough. But it was still a shock to my system when, suddenly, the blindfold was pulled off. The lights on stage were blinding, and it took a few seconds before I could make out Troy and Molly in front of me. "Wow! Congratulations... you are indeed a piss-drinking champ. I think you've definitely earned your prize," Troy said. I felt hands at my armpits as Mitch leaned forward to help raise me up. It took some time for me to be able to find my footing as he held me steady. Molly was toweling my legs and and urged me to lift my feet out of the pool, one at a time. As I heard a click and suddenly felt my hands being released from the cuffs, I realized there was one more person on this side of the stage with us. It was Sean, the tall, muscled guy who had propositioned me when I was sitting in the crowd. "Your friend here has offered to help you to the showers," Troy said. I heard the skrrch of velcro being pulled apart, and it felt enormously strange when Molly loosened the strap around my head, gripped the bottom of the urinal bowl, and pulled the gag off my face. I had gotten so used to the snug fit of it, to the intrusion in my mouth, to the extra weight of it... and suddenly my face felt incomplete. Before I could say anything more, Sean was standing in front of me, then crouching down into my chest... and suddenly I was aloft, limp over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Molly held up the mask to me in my upside-down vision. "This'll be at the front with your shoes and wallet," he said. As Sean turned around, I could see Mitch setting his bucket down beside the pool, ready to pour out all of my piss. And then Sean started walking and everything was weirdly bobbing up and down. I closed my eyes and just let myself be carried. When he stopped, I opened my eyes again as he lowered me to the ground. We were in a large open room with showers along the walls. It took a moment for me to regain my sense of balance and climb up to my knees; as I did so, Mitch walked in, setting the bucket beside me and heading back out. Sean and I both looked into it. I couldn't believe how full it was, given that I had pissed all of that out. My mind drifted off a little at the sight of it. Piss of piss... double piss... super-piss! "Stay just like that," Sean said. With an easy scooping motion he snatched the bucket and lifted it above my head. Toy Stories Pt. 01 I guess I get my golden shower now! I realized, thinking back to the guy I had watched in the pool before me. And then, with careful slowness, Sean started pouring the piss on me. Drenching me, it ran through my hair, over my face, and started dripping down my body. he paused, then poured some more. Then a solid splash of it hit me. I was room temperature rather than blood temperature now, and smelled stronger than ever. I thought that was all of it, but it turned out Sean had saved some. "Head back," he said, looking down at me. "Mouth open." Without thinking, I complied. and he carefully poured the last of it -- the piss I had pissed out after drinking piss -- into my mouth. I swallowed, and then a couple more times. It tasted sour and rather foul, but at the same time, the very idea of it -- that he was serving this to me, that I was willingly drinking it, and that it turned both of us on -- completely electrified me, even if the last gulp almost made me retch. "Holy fuck," Sean said, with an impressed smile. He reached down and laid a couple fingers on my lips, sliding them down my tongue. My mouth closed around them, and I began sucking on them, showing my eagerness to be sucking something else as I looked over at his cock, which was hard and ready for me. His cock was built a bit like his body, thick and solid. It probably wasn't more than six inches fully hard, but it was definitely thicker than the standard-issue cock. In fact, it looked a little disproportionate to the head -- it was bright read and tapered almost to a point. It looks like a strawberry, I thought as I licked his fingers again. I thought he might take the hint and feed it to me, but instead, he removed his fingers, and reached out with an indication I should grab his hand. He pulled me up to my feet. As I wobbled a little uncertainly, Sean stepped across to the entrance of the room. There was a big bowl on a shelf there and he grabbed something from it. As he walked back, he was pulling open a plastic baggie, and as he returned to me, he was tearing open a condom wrapper, which he efficiently rolled down his shaft. There was also a small packet of lube, and as he twisted it open, I didn't wait for any further instructions, turning away toward the wall. Beside the shower tap, just at the right height as I bent over, there were a pair of handles to grip. I moved my feet back a bit and stuck out my ass -- and right away I could feel his fingers slopping the lube around my asshole. Quickly, he slid a finger into me, working it in. I felt relaxed and offered no resistance as his finger was quickly working my hole loose. It was quickly joined by a second finger, and after a moment, that slid inside me as well, They pushed in, and back, and in deeper, then curled upward, searching for my prostate. This felt amazing, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation. I would have been happy if he just... kept... doing... that for awhile longer. But he was ready for more and I felt his fingers withdraw -- quickly replaced by something else as I now felt him standing behind me. That tapered cockhead slid right into me, but my eyes opened quickly with surprise as I suddenly felt the girth of his shaft begin to stretch my hole. There was a moment of discomfort, and I closed my eyes again, and bit my lower lip as he slowly pushed... and began sliding in. Wow... this is incredible... just... "Wow," I managed to mutter as his cockhead reached my inner sphincter. He pulled back a couple inches, then pushed into me again. I could feel myself open to him; I could feel him take me. The length of his cock -- the width of his cock was inside me now. It was dizzyingly pleasurable. I pushed my ass back into him as much as I could. His hands were running up and down my back. "Fuck me," I muttered. His hands moved down to grip my hips, and he proceeded to do just that. With slow persistence, his cock began to pull out and push into me. I squeezed my eyes more tightly together and reminded myself to breathe. How do all men not want to feel like this? I wondered briefly to myself, before I tried to stop thinking altogether and just feel what was being done to me. There were still rivulets off piss from the drenching I'd received running down my neck, my back, my forehead. I licked my lips and tasted a deep, salty flavor. And his cock kept prying into me, with long steady strokes that were beginning to come closer together. And just as when I was blindfolded, I hit a moment -- who knows how long? -- where I felt disembodied, suspended in time. But now, there was also a constant hum of pleasure coursing through me, a sustained buzzing getting louder and louder, as if sound was about to become light and light a burst of fireworks... ...just as Sean pulled out of me. "No! More! In!" I half-moaned. "I wanna get deeper," he said. "Get down on the floor." I lowered myself --a sort of controlled collapse, really -- down to my hands and knees. "Lower," he commanded. "Get your face on the floor." I lowered myself down, shoulders to the floor and my cheek turned against the tiles as he draped himself atop me. With a push, his cock was back inside me, and suddenly I could feel his knees outside of my legs, his arms planting themselves beside my shoulders, his chest rubbing against my back. I felt embraced, as if his body were a shield around mine. But as he began fucking me again, I also felt possessed, every inch of me taken, controlled by this powerful man. And he fucked me. it wasn't slow, steady strokes any more. The marathon had become a sprint. And as he had promised, he was forcing himself in, as deeply as he could go, as if he were trying to penetrate my guts. I was basically pushing my hips up just enough so he didn't crush my balls on the floor as he drove into me, but also pushing back, spurring him on to drive his cock further inside me. To take me, to own me.... He leaned forward, and I could feel his lips at the top of my ear. We felt even more joined, body to body. "It's too bad we have to have this condom between us," he breathed into my ear as his cock kept lunging into me with short, rapid stabs. "If I had you raw, I'd breed the fuck outta you. You'd be shitting come for a week." That was all I could take, and all at once I could feel my orgasm wash over me, my cock spraying my seed onto the tiles below. He grunted as my sphincter spasmed and gripped his cock and it didn't take long before I could feel that he was coming too. I was done, and my body basically collapsed onto the floor. He pushed down into me, holding his cock inside as his climax subsided, and I could feel him kissing and licking my shoulders as I once again reminded myself to breathe. With a strength I didn't have, He raised himself off me, and once again pulled me up to my knees, spinning me around to face him. He slid the condom off his now-deflating cock, and dropped it to the floor. My lips were immediately on it, cleaning the semen that was smeared along his shaft, and finally getting to kiss that strawberry head. Even mostly flaccid, his cock still filled my mouth, and Sean shifted his hips to maneuver more of it past my lips. His hands took a gentle grip beside my ears, holding my face to his crotch. His body relaxed, and I felt his cock twitch. I knew what was coming next. As he began pissing in my mouth, I felt a final wave of exultation. He saved this for me! I swallowed hungrily. As his flow went straight down my throat, I felt once again completely possessed by this man. It felt wonderful, and it made this the best piss I had drank all night. When he was done -- and he gave me a pretty big load to drink -- one hand held my head in place, locked to his body, as the other hand softly stroked my hair. We must have stayed like that for a minute, maybe two, barely breathing, holding almost still in a pose that would probably be mistaken for something other than the intimacy it was. And then slowly, carefully, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and pulled me to my feet. While one hand gently rubbed my chest, the other reached over and turned the shower on. A shock of cold, and then warm water coursed over us. And then, in one final intimacy that seems too close and tender to even describe in words, he washed my body clean. We stayed under the shower for a fairly long time. When he turned the shower off and we went to dry ourselves, the mood had changed. Sean was genial, but that feeling of bonding had dissipated. Slid away like desire, I guess. But still, it was real. Sean didn't say much, and once he was dried, he walked over to the adjoining room to get his clothes from the checkroom. I was moving more slowly, and by the time I followed him into the next room he was gone. I got the bag with my clothes and dressed myself. Across the room, another guy who was dressing smiled at me. I looked at him with a sense of unfamiliarity. Did he use me? I have no idea who or how many men did. I gave him a friendly wave as I went out to the front desk, and the cute blonde with the spiked hair smiled at me. He pulled out a plastic bag that had my shoes, socks and wallet in it, and set the box with the urinal gag beside it. "I hear you won a prize," he said, with a twinkle in his eye. "I was told to invite you back, so make sure you drop by next time you're in town!" "Thanks," I said, as I finished tying my shoes and tucked the box under my arm. That I was going to be walking back to my hotel with a box reading URINAL GAG in big letters on the side didn't bother me. This trip had already been more than worth it! And now that I knew this place existed, I was daydreaming about what might happen when I came back. And I wondered if I would be able to find someone to use my new toy with once I got back home.