Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2004 01:33:22 -0400
From: Aadrin Blue <aadrinblue@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jacey's Put In-Use part 5

Jacey's Put In-Use
by Aadrin Blue

part 5

When Jacey was a very young child, his mother had given him the 'growing
up' talk. They had been on their way home from somewhere when the car
stalled out because it had been poorly charged. Jacey couldn't remember
where they had been that morning, but he did remember the conversation he'd
had with his mother, in complete detail.

"Mommy," he'd said, in that curious childish tone that every parent knows.

"Just a second, JJ, while mommy has Dessa call the CAA for a jump, ok
honey," his mother answered. Jacey nodded as his mother and her av arranged
for help with their car problem. "Yes JJ?"

"Mommy, where did I come from," he asked. His mother smiled, then. Looking
back, he realized she must have been ready for the question.

"Well honey, you came from inside mommy," she explained. Jacey rolled his
eyes... Of course he knew *that* already, everyone knew that babies usually
came out from their mommies's tummies, and that they made their mommies
look very big when they were inside.

"I know I came from you, but why did that happen?"

"Well, daddy and I were very happy together, and we decided that we wanted
a baby to love. Now since we had one mommy and one daddy, we let nature
choose half of daddy's DNA, and half of mommy's DNA, and then that
combination became you, and you used it to grow inside mommy. And then you
came outside into the world! When you were born we were so happy, Jacey,
because we had such a beautiful baby boy!" This made Jacey smile.

"Nature means random chance, right mommy?" he asked.

"That's right! You are so smart," his mommy said.

"Will I have a baby some day," he asked. His mommy patted his shoulder.

"Not until you're much older, I hope," she said. They both laughed. Jacey
thought of something else and giggled.

"Babies don't come out of daddies," he said. The ludicrous image of a
pregnant daddy made him giggle some more. "Will my baby come out of a
mommy," Jacey asked. His mother looked at his innocent face, so bright and
curious, and she swelled with pride.

"It might, Jacey. But you don't have to worry, honey. There are other ways
that families can have babies, and they are all special," she said.

"Why are there other ways? Does nature not work sometimes," he asked her.
This time she looked a little uncomfortable... At the time Jacey thought
she was trying to remember the answer, but in retrospect he knew that she
was really trying to decide how to answer his question in terms a child
would understand.

"Well, honey, sometimes a family has trouble making a baby all on their
own, so they have to have a bit of help. Some mommies can't grow a baby
inside because it would make them sick, but they still want to be
mommies. And you know that daddies can't make babies on their own either,
but they still want to be daddies. That's why we have other ways to help
them. All it takes to have a family is love, honey. Some day, when you
decide you're ready, you will fall in love with a girl or boy who will be
very special to you, and you'll want to spend all of your time
together. That's what happened to mommy and daddy. It takes a long time,
but if the person is right for you, you will get a home together, and if
you want to, you can get married," she explained.

"Wow," Jacey exclaimed. "Does it feel good to fall in love?"

"Oh yes. It feels very good," his mommy told him. Just then, Jacey turned
to look out the car window, and came face to face with Bradley del Mar's
cruelly twisted grin. Suddenly the car was gone and Jacey was tumbling
through darkness.  Brad towered over him, a giant, his booming laughter
shaking Jacey to the core.

Jacey bolted awake in a cold sweat, his sudden motion rewarded, through his
bondage, with a sharp pain in his ass as the plug was jostled by his
movement against the bicycle-style seat he was locked over. He was still
trapped in position in the school's hidden punishment room. The heat must
have made him fall asleep, he realized. As he regained his composure, he
discovered that he had begun to adjust to the presence of the plug. It was
no longer terribly uncomfortable, as long as he didn't put pressure on
it. The diaper had also finally absorbed most of the wetness away from his
body. Despite some mild muscle cramps which he was now shaking off, it
actually occurred to Jacey that he was as comfortable as he had been so
far. He was continuing to adjust himself as another 'customer' arrived to
use him.

Jacey was way past acceptance, at this point. He simply knelt, braced on
his hands, and tilted his head back. He began swallowing as soon as the
piss hit his throat. The thought occurred to him that he was more annoyed
at the inconvenience of having his physical shifting interrupted than he
was at actually having to drink this boy's pee. Jacey wondered what he had
become in the few short hours since he'd been placed here. There wasn't
much he had to drink this time, and the boy quickly finished and left. He
knew it was some time in the third quarter of the day. There was one more
break, one more period after that, and then he would have his freedom. But
he still had Brad and his 'surprise' to look forward to. He began thinking
about why Brad would be acting the way he was, until he was interrupted.

A red haired boy, big, maybe a level eleven or twelve, came into the
bathroom and then stopped. One by one, he looked at each of the three
urinals. He seemed a little nervous as he glanced at something on his com,
which he had clipped above the left breast posket of his unzipped
sweater. Jacey knew something strange was up when he left and then came
right back in a moment later.  Jacey's suspicion was confirmed when the boy
came right to the middle fixture, and opened his pants: his six-inch penis
was erect. The redhead began stroking himself deliberately as he stood
there. Jacey groaned against his tube gag.

This was surreal; why would anyone risk masturbating out in the bathroom,
in plain view of anyone who could enter at any time? This kid must get off
on the fear of being caught, thought Jacey. For thirty or forty-five
seconds the other boy beat himself off, untill he started gasping. He was
approaching orgasm.  Jacey watched him as he aimed his cock directly at the
center of the drain, and suddenly the redhead's entire body shudderred as
he began shooting a thick white lace of cum into the urinal, globs quickly
falling into the drain holes.  Jacey counted as the boy shot at least seven
or eight spurts of cum, his cock pointed directly at the drain. It looked
like it could be two tablespoons of cum!  Jacey had never cum that much in
his life. He watched it slowly slide down the drain, move towards the tube,
and he knew that eventually he would be forced to feel it dribble into his
mouth through the hole in the gag. Just when he thought he couldn't be more
humiliated today.

He saw the boy was still pointing his tool at the drain, and concentrating.
Suddenly, the boy squirted a dribble of urine out. He was going to pee! The
cum washed a little bit faster, entering the tube and began slowly twisting
its way around. The redhead's bladder gave way with full force and his
golden cider pushed the thick white bolt of cum along the tube at full
speed. When it slammed into Jacey's mouth, he tasted the pulpy sticky goo
first as it painted the back of his mouth and rolled over the front of his
tongue. Before he could even react to this new humiliation, the cum was
immediately followed by a splash of the boy's pee. Taken by surprise by the
new unpleasant taste and texture, he nearly choked once as he tried to
swallow his first mouthful of the boy's mixed output.  He could feel the
slippery boy glue rolling down his throat, but much of it still coated the
inside of his mouth. He could taste the mix of cum and piss with each gulp
he was forced to take. After a while, the boy's flow stopped and Jacey's
task serving as this boy's urinal was complete. The boy stepped back but
did not leave. Jacey's mouth and throat still burned, the taste of the
boy's cum lingered all over. Just then, who should walk in to the bathroom,
but Bradley.

"Did you do it like I said?" he asked. The redhead nodded nervously. Brad
tapped his com, and both it and the redhead's com flashed green
momentarily. A money transfer. "Good, now get out of here," Brad
ordered. The redhead obeyed.  Jacey was disgusted and horrified; so the
entire display had been meant for him all along. Brad turned towards the
urinal. "That was another special treat. But I brought you something to
wash it down with! This is your surprise," he said, reaching into his
bag. He began pouring something into the Urinal from a water bottle. "Have
some lemonade, I saved it for you last night when I figured out you'd be
here," he said. When the first of the liquid streamed into Jacey's mouth,
it was worse than anything yet: it was Bradley's cold, stale urine from the
night before. Somehow piss tasted much worse when it was cold, but it was
still flavoured uniquely to Bradley. Jacey was forced to swallow mouthful
after mouthful of cold pee: the entire small water bottle and part of a
second...  Brad had definately used the bottles more than once. Jacey was
relieved when Brad capped the second bottle and took it away, though it was
still three quarters full. Jacey was still finishing off the cold piss as
Brad packed up and turned to leave.

"See you later, cock slut. Have a good fourth period," he said. By the time
the sched-tone for fourth went off, Jacey had already wet himself
again. The dampness in the diaper became more intense, and wouldn't seem to
drain away from his skin. Jacey got used to boys' piss running down his
throat, eventually he was swallowing it with much less trouble and
revulsion. Eventually, the day ended, and Jacey faced his toughest
challenge yet... He had to drink from four boys one after the other. They
were much faster than him, and eventually their urine mixed together to
form a small pool at the bottom of the urinal. As he continued to drink
their sour piss, they all left to go home. Soon, his punishment time had
passed and the principal came to release him.  Wordlessly, he unlocked all
of the chains. When he unbuckled the gag, Jacey coughed. The principal took
off the restraints from Jacey's body, and gave him his basket of clothing.

"Take off the diaper at home, the school is closing now," said the
Principal.

"What about the plug?" asked Jacey. His voice was raw, it sounded odd to
him, after he had't used it all day long.

"The harness will release tonight some time, after a few more hours have
passed.  Wear it until then as a helpful reminder of your experience
today. Now go home," the Principal ordered. Jacey strapped on his com first
out of habit, but he was too embarrassed to reactivate Flash until he'd
pulled on the rest of his clothes and run out of the room. He couldn't take
the bus with the cold soggy diaper on under his pants, because he was
afraid everyone would find out about it. He didn't want to com his parents
either, for the same reason, so he decided it would be best to walk the two
kilometres back to his home. At the end of the road would be release from
his cold wet prison, and something to wash away the taste of all the boys
who had used him as their personal toilet that day. He reactivated Flash
and began trudging down the road.

A few minutes later, a car pulled up beside him. The passenger window
rolled down. He looked inside, and saw Bradley.

"Want a lift, slut face?" said Brad. Jacey ignored him. Brad honked the
horn of his car. "I said something to you, Jacey, now you answer me when I
speak to you," he yelled. He seemed genuinely angry. "Now do you, or do you
not, want a lift? I'd suggest you take it, because I'm not going to offer
again, and it looks like it's going to rain," he snickered. "I wouldn't
want you to get any wetter," he said. Jacey sighed.

"Yes please, a ride would be nice..." said Jacey. Brad pulled the car to
the side of the road ahead of Jacey, and leaned out the driver's side
window.

"From now on you call me sir, cause that's what I am to you now. I found
you out, slut face, and finder's keepers," said Brad. He popped the
trunk. "Get in the trunk now, Jacey."

For reasons even Jacey didn't know, he hung his head, stepped forward, and
began climbing into the trunk.

"Jacey, what the hell is going on," asked Flash. Jacey shook his head. He
lay down on his side in the trunk, the wetness in his diaper seeping down
and settling against his thigh in this new position.

"I don't want to talk about it," he said, as he closed the trunk with
himself inside, curled up in darkness.

Brad's car sped off. The ride was especially bumpy, or so it seemed from in
the trunk. Flash worried about Jacey, but he did honour the boy's request
for silence.  Eventually, the car stopped. When the trunk opened, Brad was
standing over Jacey.  Jacey sat up in the trunk, and could see that they
were parked beside his house.  Brad stood looking down at him.

"Thank me for what I gave you today in school," he said. Jacey couldn't
bear to maintain eye contact, so he looked down.

"Thank you, Brad sir," he said.

"For what, Jacey?"

"For your... your special treat," he said. His face flushed red with
embarassment, but blood was also flowing elsewhere in his body. Just then,
Brad handed Jacey the second plastic bottle, which was still 3 quarters
full. Jacey looked up at him questioningly.

"Go ahead, you can finish it if you want it. But only if you want it," Brad
said.  Jacey looked from the bottle in his hands, to Brad, and back to the
bottle.  Brad was crazy, why would Jacey possibly *want* to do that? He
couldn't...

"But Jacey, if you don't drink it right here, I'll never give you anymore,
ever," Brad promised. This brought genuine fear into Jacey's heart, for
some reason. He couldn't believe his situation. Who would have thought this
morning that mere hours later he would be kneeling in service at the mercy
of his dream boy, who'd never said more than two words at a time to him
before today? Whatever had happened had made him special.

Jacey had no idea how he had turned into what he had become. But there was
one thing he did know, and that was that he was in love with Brad. He would
do anything for Brad, and the thought of losing any part of him... of
breaking any connection they had whatsoever, was heart-rending. And so,
with fresh tears on his cheek, and staring straight up into the eyes of the
boy he loved, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and slowly raised it to
his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the rim of the bottle, and slowly
tipped it, letting the cold yellow contents pour into him. He took a
mouthful and then lowered the bottle, and held Brad's piss in his mouth for
a second. As Brad watched him try not to cringe at the taste, Jacey
deliberately swallowed it as proudly as he could so that Brad could see.
Brad smiled. Jacey slowly finished the rest of the bottle in this manner,
and Brad took it back from him.

"Excellent. Well, there you go, home sweet home," Brad said. He helped
Jacey out of the car, and then moved to get back into the driver's
seat. "Oh, you're coming home with me tomorrow after school, so make
arrangements. See you later, Jacey slut face," he said. Then he drove away
like it was nothing.


To Be Continued

Aadrin Blue - aadrinblue@hotmail.com