On Display to Thousands

Planned to be my last for the evening is DR. D. My limit pusher. The person who has subjected me to harsh piss trials before. A Dominant who is into water sports. Who believes it is a major training element for submissives. He then advises that he was disappointed in my pushback when I was taken to the closet and that I should get ready for my punishment.

He then calls his own submissive to come over. I see his long-term mate come into view. They are both in open leather chaps and matching vests, each of them also sporting a leather thong to cover their members. DR. D’s instruction to his sub is simple, suck his master’s cock and bring him to the brink of cumming.

He is on his knees, doing his master, something I can’t really see well, but the sounds are vivid. He’s good, something I have personally experience while bound. He gets DR. D to his breaking point in a few minutes.

“That’s enough, I’ll do the rest,” DR. D mumbles in a breathless voice. To which he spins around and finishes himself off with his hand, ejaculating into the bowl.

He rests his one hand on the wall as he recuperates. And then he speaks to me, “I’ve been watching most of the evening, you’ve done well. Maybe I should say this rig did well, you had no choice but to take what it received. I love this, what a great effective design. I’ve got to figure out how to fit one into my place. I bet you’d be thrilled with that.”

He continues, “Master D and Sir Michael did ask everyone to just let you live the experience and not overwhelm you with intake. You got plenty of variety, different tastes, boys and girls, just not huge volumes and we even spaced them out. That’s probably why you kept going without using your safe words to interrupt our fun. Well, you know me, I want to push your limits, so that’s about to change. Get ready for a real drink.”

He then stands back straight and begins to piss. It flows down the tube quickly. I start to swallow, and as I do my mouth is already refilling from his strong, steady stream. He seems to be cleaning the bowl with his pee, and it dawns on me he is trying to rinse down the cum he had loaded in the bowl. The pee is cool; there must still be ice in there too.

I swallow again, and the flow keeps coming, another swallow. I need to take a breath, so I must close off my mouth, that causes the incoming flow to back up. I take another gulp and find that I need to get some control now as my mouth and tube are backing up with his abundant discharge. He is now in the final stages where there is a squirt, a pause, a squirt, a pause, a squirt. And then he is done, I guess.

I assume he shook himself dry, as he has now bent down to look me in the eye. He makes a quick survey, shakes the clear drain tube leading to my mouth and says, “You better get drinking; you have my piss and cum backed all the way up the tube. It’s not going away.”

I close my throat, gulp and swallow, and repeat it, close my throat, gulp and swallow. It’s too much, but there is nothing I can do, like he said there is no way to disperse what is in here but to drink it. I continue to take it down in controlled small gulps, so I don’t choke and drown. It is like chugging a gallon jug of water or multiple beers. Something only brainless people do. Lets think this through, I have voluntarily allowed myself to be inescapably bound, then hooked up to an apparatus that allows people I don’t know to piss in my mouth with no control or ability to stop them. Not sure what is covered in the definition of brainless, but this has to fit.

Under DR. D’s watchful eye, I finish all of the cocktail he left me. Then he asks me to blink once if I want to stay another hour or blink twice to move onto a new adventure. His excessive volume has brought me to the brink of vomiting. I’m tired of standing, the taste in my mouth is strong as DR. D’s piss and seed were powerful, and I hate this. It is the most degrading, repulsive abuse they put me through, even if I am getting used to it.

But I try to do what a good submissive would do to please his master, I blink only once. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Was I expecting they would still let me out, not this guy, I should know better by now. Honestly, I am only stupid like this when I am planning for or in a play weekend, otherwise I am quite bright and strong. Hard to believe now.

During the next hour, I am visited three more times. The first is a revisit from the young lady. Girls go frequently, but often not a lot of volume. She is still in her metal chastity belt. This time it is not removed, and she must pee through it. Sadly, I can’t see her privates as she pees. I was curious how much her flow was scattered by the iron protector and how wet she got. I handled her easily, her two visits being the easiest of the night. Between her and the next caller I need to take another pee, and I do into my nappy. A long one. I can feel my own warmness. I can also feel the weight of the saturated diaper pulling on me, nothing has dripped out.

The next pee was unremarkable. I had become so tired from standing so long and stressed out from my situation, I barely remember it. It was again a short pee, and his urine was on the light side, not as light as the girls, but it was way more pleasant than DR. D’s. Well, pleasant isn’t the right description, let’s call it ‘less gross’.

What will be my final pisser ends up being another female submissive. She is brought in by her male master. She is dressed in all white, her stockings, garter, corset, neck choker and wristlets, all lacey and pure. Another young innocent, that is other than her having fully exposed breasts and a shaved pussy both sporting small tattoos, one reflecting ownership by another. Master is dressed all in black, older than her but closer in age than the last couple.  They are conversing as they walk toward me.

She asks, “Do I pee directly into his mouth?”

“No, he’s part of the toilet, you just have to pee in the bowl.”

“I sit on him?”

“No. it’s a urinal, just straddle it, you’ll be fine,” he says in a caring yet no nonsense tone of a Dominant coaching his submissive.

She approaches tentatively. I think she is embarrassed. Maybe just shy. Maybe as pure in mind as she is dressed. Probably not, I’m sure she sucks and fucks her master anyway he commands. She may even do his friends. She is cute, attractive, sexy.  If my situation at home was different, I’d love to do her. Her body being restrained, or not. Yeah, restrained would be best. Doing a bound young (but legal) pseudo-virgin would be on my fantasy list. My real destiny, however, will be me being the one bound and used by depraved gay men, then sent home to sleep with my unaware loving wife. Oh well, such is life.

This young thing knows she needs to do as she was instructed. She raises up on her toes so she can straddle the bowl without touching the cold porcelain. In a moment or two of concentration, she goes. Much more than my previous female suiter. Her pee is also mild, more sweet than bitter, not at all salty. And it is warm; the ice must be finally gone.

She must have been holding it for a while because her gentle stream keeps coming. It takes three mouth full swallows to take all of her. By the third, she doesn’t seem quite as mild and sweet. It is urine and it is something not meant to be downed. Especially in large quantities. Hers, mine or anybody else’s. Today’s consumption has moved into an unhealthy range; my body may have issues processing it all. I surely regret agreeing to the extra hour.

To divert my mind from the darkening taste and repulsion of making the final swallow, I ponder on why piss play has entered my life. Only a real pervert or deviant would do this. I’m trying to decide who that is, me or the masters forcing me to do it?  Probably both, we’ve become a fraternity, working together to satisfy unfathomable sick urges. Originally, they were mine; however, I’ve long lost control over who they belong to by signing the contract.

I do have a moment of amusement. For her to dry her privates without tissue, unlike a male, she must shake her whole body to make her urethra release the final droplets. It was cute. Innocent. Maybe she is as she is dressed, reinforced by her saying ‘sorry’ to me as she steps away. Her master then mumbled something on the order of ‘Do you talk to your toilet at home?’