Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2005 16:07:49 +0100 (BST)
From: Jay Bee <jbspam2000@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Pisspot 3 - Liquid Gold

Josh had, by now, been involved in a number of watersports sessions with
Ron. Since his memorable 'introduction' (see Pisspot 1) they had
experimented in a number of ways and a number of places. Since Josh was new
to the whole thing, Ron had deliberately got him as used to it as possible,
frequently storing up his urine and arriving at Josh's place dying for a
piss. Once there, he would take Josh into the bathroom and slowly and
sensuously urinate into his mouth. He had made Josh piss into glasses and
drink it down, getting himself very excited in the process. Ron now felt
that something more was needed. Josh was getting much more confident these
days and he thought that maybe it was time they visited local drinking
establishment - the one where the beer was recycled. Ron had been there a
number of times and thoroughly enjoyed himself. It was time for Josh to
experience those same pleasures.

So they went. They got changed into some grungy clothes, Ron explaining
that they might get a little 'dirty' at this place. Ron also took some
bondage gear. He had refused to tell Josh exactly where it was or what it
was called, but Josh was learning to trust Ron's instincts when it came to
filthy sex and so he had simply agreed and gone along with him.

They arrived at about 9pm, as darkness was descending. They left the car in
a car park and walked to one of the dingier areas of the city, away from
the neon lights and bustle of traffic. After walking down several very
dirty and unpleasant-looking tiny back alleys, Josh found he could hear
music and voices coming from nearby. They rounded the next dimly-lit corner
and suddenly found themselves face to face with an orgy of bondage and
piss-soaked sex in the alleyway.

In front of them were a group of five guys standing around a sixth, the
sixth guy tied naked on his back to a wooden pallet lying on the ground. He
had been securely trussed down and had then had his legs secured in a
curled-up position by means of a rope tied across the back of knees and
looped behind his neck. He had his hands behind his head and his wrists
bound together to a snooker cue, holding his arms back and preventing him
from moving them. He glistened with sweat, and, Josh began to realise,
piss.

"Fuck you!" he shouted at the five guys around him.

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light Josh noticed that each guy had his
cock out. The muscular one standing nearest the tied guy's head aimed his
cock down and urinated over his face with a mocking laugh. The guy
spluttered and swore. A second guy to his side let loose a stream of
steaming yellow piss into his left armpit and then a third guy started up
his own stream, this time aimed onto his feet.

"Shit!" the guy squealed.

"You know how this works. Apologise. Either that or drink up and we'll stay
here all night..." said the guy standing over his head.

"Hey Carlos! See you found another victim!" Ron shouted to him.

Carlos looked up in surprise, then grinned.

"Ron! Haven't seen you here in a while. Is this the convert boyfriend I've
been hearing about? You did quite a job on him."

Josh grinned a little nervously - he'd been surprised how fast word had got
around about his abduction. They wandered over closer to the action. As
Josh looked down the tied guy gave him a glare of hatred. Before he could
start screaming obscenities, Carlos gave him another quick squirt in the
face.

"So what's this one done?" asked Ron.

"Homophobic little shit has been pissing us off all day. He was listening
in to me and Nathan at lunch and twigged we were ga-"

"Yeah, you fucking faggots!" shrieked the guy, before being silenced by
another dousing.

"As I was saying, he twigged, started following us about, gave us a load of
shit. Kept running away when we went for him though. So we got on the phone
to some of the boys and set a little trap..."

"Nice," said Ron.

"So now the little fag-hater is gonna learn to be more respectful," Carlos
spat the words down at the guy, and then spat in his face for emphasis.

"I think it's time to call in the big guns," Carlos said quietly, and
winked at Josh.

While they stood watch, Carlos wandered over to a dim doorway with a sign
above it, which read "Liquid Gold" and ducked inside. A few minutes later
he came out again, followed by two huge bear types. Both were extremely
well-muscled and were wearing identical jeans and denim waistcoats, which
were wide open and exposed plenty of thick dark chest hair over defined
pecs and abs. As they got closer Josh realised they were twins.

"OK, buddy. Fun's over. The Twins have been drinking half the night and
they're both dying for a piss. Either we get an apology, and then you can
fuck off and never bother us again, or they both get to use you as a
urinal. And we won't be messing around this time," said Carlos.

As he finished the last sentence, one of the twins reached behind him and
pulled out a red plastic funnel that had been tucked into the back of his
jeans.

"Now, are you ready to say sorry?"

"FUCK YOU!"

"Suit yourself."

Carlos knelt down and pushed the funnel into the thrashing guy's mouth. His
muffled shouts and curses rang out around the alleyway but Carlos forced
the issue by reaching down with his right hand and grabbing the guy's
testicles. Carlos began to squeeze, the muscles on his forearms bulging.

"Mhhhhhh!!!" came the cry.

Carlos squeezed tighter until the guy began to whimper.

"Now you're going to stop struggling," said Carlos, running the back of his
left forefinger along the side of the guy's face, "or I'm going to make
sure your voice goes a lot higher from now on."

Finally, the guy became silent. Carlos repositioned the funnel.

"Dhooorreeee!" came the muted voice from the funnel.

"What? I can't hear you man," said Carlos, cupping a hand to his ear.

"Dhooooooorreee!"

"I can't understand you."

"Uuuhm dhooooooooorrreeeeeee!!!"

"Oh you're sorry? OK. Well I changed my mind. Since you've been such an
asshole the only way you're getting out of here is if you drink, and by
that I mean swallow, the Twins' piss. All of it."

A stream of muffled cursing came from the funnel.

"OK guys, over to you."

As Josh's cock hardened to granite-like levels, he watched the twins
position themselves on either side of the guy's head. Carlos kept the
funnel in place as they prepared themselves. Each twin slowly unzipped and
pulled out a huge beercan-sized semi erect cock, both of them circumcised
with delicious looking pink heads. When they had worked their enormous
dicks out of their zippers by waggling them backwards and forwards they had
both hardened up enormously. The guy on the floor looked up in horror as
the two bears stood over him, each grasping and caressing their own
hardening cock. Within seconds they had both reached full erection. The
thick long cocks were covered in huge veins and arteries, each throbbing up
and down gently with their heartbeats. They each, in synchrony, tilted
their enormous dicks downwards, and, sighing in unison, began to
urinate. Two pencil-thick streams of steaming yellowy liquid shot out and
dropped with perfect aim into the funnel.

The sudden sound of water spattering against plastic filled the
alleyway. The level of piss rose up until the funnel was almost full, at
which point Carlos calmly reached over and pinched the guy's nose. He
screwed his eyes up tight and swallowed a big gulp, then a second, then a
third as Carlos removed his fingers. The twins stood there, looking down
calmly, watching their veiny cocks release the pressure in their
bladders. The other four now took up positions around the action, two
pissing again into the guy's armpits, the other two pissing on his feet, up
his legs, and onto his groin. The guy's cock hardened slowly as it was
pissed on.

The twins continued to piss, on and on, occasionally sighing an "Oh
yeah..." of pleasure. The other four eventually ran dry and kneeled down to
lick up their own piss, licking the homophobe's armpits, chest, feet,
legs...and cock. His cock strained with the attention and hardened to full
erection as he lay guzzling the twins' piss.

Josh's cock twitched each time he heard the gulping sound of the homophobe
swallowing another mouthful, thinking back to his own recent experiences
with Ron, of being forced unwillingly, and later quite willingly, to drink
more and more delicious piss. After several minutes, during which most of
the group had begun to grope themselves, and Ron and Josh had tugged off
their shirts, the twins finally ran out of steam. They shook out the last
droplets of liquid from their penises and let their victim suck the final
dribbles down.

Carlos now reached down and grasped the homophobes cock. It was now quite
erect and straining. Carlos slid back the foreskin, kneeled down, and
licked its head. The homophobe groaned. Carlos continued to toy with him
until thick dribbles of clear precum were running freely out of his
cockhead. At this point the two twins began to masturbate over the funnel,
getting on their knees on either side of the homophobes head and jerking
their cocks smoothly backwards and forwards. The homophobe closed his eyes
and spat out the funnel.

"...fuck you..." he whispered.

Carlos jerked his cock harder and the twins also increased their
efforts. The homophobe grunted and let out a low moan of enjoyment.

"Fuck you..." he said, louder.

Carlos once again began sucking his cockhead, toying with the foreskin and
making the homophobe shake and strain. He was clearly starting to struggle
against the feelings in his hard on and was ready to fight Carlos all the
way to orgasm if necessary.

"Fuck you..!"

"Yeah?" said Carlos.

"Yeah...fuck you!"

Carlos increased his efforts, producing fresh drools of precum. The twins
were now both grunting and groaning, and beginning to sweat. Each began to
toy with their own nipples as they wanked ever harder.

"Fuck you! Ahhhh!"

"Fuck you! Yeah..!"

"Fuuuck yooouu!"

The homophobe spat out the expletive every few seconds, until finally both
twins began to erupt simultaneously, gasping and groaning. They both aimed
their cocks up into the air, aiming the thick white high-pressure jets of
cum directly upwards. A few stray spurts hit their own and each others'
chests, but the majority flew up into the air, slowed, surrendered to
gravity, and fell back down to spatter across the homophobes face.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!"

As he spat the words, spatters of the twins cum landed in his mouth. He
rapidly swallowed it down, shaking and trembling. His cock was now almost
purple.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!"

Carlos's hand had become a blur, the cock in his fist throbbing, its
opening gaping wide as the homophobe finally lost the battle and felt his
cock surrender to the inevitable. Biological valves gave way to the rush of
hot white fluid as it forcibly shot out of his urethral opening, spurting
high into the air.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOUUUU!" he screamed.

Glob after thick sticky glob of sperm shot up and landed on his chest. He
panted and shook with pleasure.

"C'mon, we still haven't got in the door!" said Ron, dragging Josh away
from the scene.

As the door closed behind Ron, he heard Carlos say "Yeah? Well FUCK YOU
too!" as they untied the homophobe and dragged him away.

Josh's attention finally returned to the scene before him. The place was
set up with a bar to his right and a raised platform in front of
him. Around the platform were various men in various states of (un)dress,
lots of leather visible, and the occasional sight of guys up to no
good. His eyes took in men pissing in other men's mouths, men fucking, men
69'ing, men doing anything they could think of. The centre of most of their
attention was the raised platform, however.

On the platform was a small stepladder. Standing on top of this was a
simply gorgeously-muscled guy with ruffled brown hair, brown eyes,
virtually no body hair, and glistening skin, wearing a pair of leather
briefs. The front section of the briefs had a door with a simple velcro
fastening on the waist, which was hanging wide open, allowing the guy's
enormous semi-erect cock to hang out freely. Directly underneath him was a
long piece of sculpted plastic tubing, which formed the words "Liquid Gold"
vertically in the same typeface as the sign outside the place. In the top
end of the tubing was a funnel. The bottom reached down into a clear
plastic rectangular tub, where it was fastened in place. As Josh watched,
the muscled guy tilted back his head, closed his eyes, and with a look of
ecstatic pleasure, began to piss.

The first sputters rapidly became a steady stream. The guy was clearly so
practiced that he didn't even have to aim, he just simply stood,
statue-like, arms by his sides, fists clenched, and urinated. The piss
spattered into the funnel, rushed down the tubing, and began to highlight
the letters of the sign in urine yellow, which was met with a round of
applause. Josh and Ron watched, mesmerised, as the liquid flowed around the
curves in the sign, sliding along each letter until it finally sprayed out
of the other end into the container below. After a few minutes the flow
stopped. Without bothering the shake the drips off his cock, the guy got
down off the ladder, unfastened the sign from the tub, and upended the sign
high over his head.

The remaining piss dropped out and gave him a gentle shower of warm
drops. He then put the sign down, picked up the tub, put his mouth to one
corner, and raised it. He stood and gulped down his own warm urine, looking
to Josh like a watersports god, his muscles bulging as he supported the
weight of the tub. Out of the corner of one eye, Josh saw a nearby older
guy start to come all over his partners face as he watched the god drink
his ambrosia.

"Nice," commented Ron, and pulled Josh to the bar.

Behind the bar were four barmen, two very much in the cub category, both
being young, heavily muscled, and with thick coats of chest hair. The other
two were much smoother but also heavily built and bulging with gym-toned
muscle. Each of them wore a pair of smart black trousers and a black bow
tie. Each also had a water bottle strapped to the back of their waists, and
as Josh watched, one of them took his out and took a long drink from it.

Further down the bar a young blonde guy in leather trousers spoke up.

"I want a Mixed Special."

"Sure," said one of the barmen, taking a fair amount of cash from him in
the sudden quiet.

As Ron and Josh watched, the other barmen each finished serving their
respective customers and came over to the first. He took down a huge glass
pitcher. As the bar customers quickly crowded around, each barman pulled
down his zipper and slid out his cock. Four cocks were stroked into full
erection, three cut, one not. The first took the pitcher and lowered it
down to groin level, and they all aimed their hard throbbing dicks into
it. To the collective gasps of the audience, one of the barmen began to
piss, rapidly joined by a second, and then a third. Finally, after a short
pause of a few seconds, the fourth barmen let loose a stream of urine.

The blond guy looked on in satisfaction as the four spraying yellow streams
rapidly gushed into the pitcher and filled it higher and higher. Josh
listened to the delightful sound of urine splashing into more urine, the
four hissing streams being amplified by the glass pitcher. The first barman
ran out of fluid and slapped his cock gently against the pitcher to
dislodge any remaining drops of piss. The second stopped, but then let out
another short burst, and then another. The third guy squeezed at his cock
as it ran out, pushing the remaining contents of his urethra into the
pitcher. Finally, after the fourth guy had also finished off, the first
barman put the pitcher full of warm liquid onto the bar counter. He took a
mixing rod out from under the bar, and mixed the four mens' urine
thoroughly.

"Ice?"

"No thanks."

"Lemon?"

"Oh, go on then."

The barman impaled a slice of lemon onto the edge of the pitcher.

"Enjoy!"

"Oh I will..."

As the blond guy began to savour his enormous drink, Ron turned Josh away
from him and ordered two beers. One of the huge cubs handed him his drinks
with a suggestive smirk. Back at the raised platform a hairy-chested young
guy in jeans and boots was being tied to an X-shaped wooden rig that had
been erected by two bare-chested muscular staff members. His arms were tied
behind him and his legs manacled to the cross so that they were spread
wide. His erection was clearly visible, embossed against the denim of his
jeans. A crowd began to gather around, and Ron and Josh joined them.

Once the staff had finished securing him in place, a second similar guy,
also in jeans and boots, approached him. As he walked up to the cross, he
unzipped, and pulled out his own throbbing erection. He moved right up to
the bound man, their chests touching. Looking into his eyes, the unbound
guy unzipped the bound guy's jeans. He then slowly and sensuously kissed
him, simultaneously sliding his hard dick into the bound man's jeans
through the open zipper. They continued kissing, now sliding their tongues
into each other's mouths. Josh began to realise he could hear the familiar
but muted sound of fluid hitting cloth, at about the same moment that he
noticed a darkening, expanding wet stain appearing around the bound man's
groin. Either one of them, or both of them, was pissing. As if to clarify,
the unbound man pulled back his hips a little, revealing his still-pissing
hard cock, and then slid it back in again. They continued to kiss slowly as
the stain grew and grew.

After about a minute or so they finally broke the kiss, the unbound guy
backing away, his dick now dripping a few last drops. No sooner was he out
of the way than another guy approached, this one in various leather straps
and buckles. He also released his hardening cock, slid it into the bound
man's zipper, and pissed. The dark patch had now expanded down to the guy's
knees. When the current pisser had finished a new one wandered up, draining
his mug of beer, and took his place, following the same routine as before.

"Oh man...not pissing your pants, but pissing someone else's. How hot is
that?" whispered Ron.

By the time some five men had emptied their bladders into the bound guy's
pants, his jeans were soaked through and dripping warm urine. His own
erection had been forced aside and was taut against the wet denim, pointing
down his left leg. The first guy that had pissed in his pants now came back
to the cross, reached inside, and pulled the thoroughly urine soaked,
heavily veined hard on out for all to see. He then gave it a few rough
strokes, which was all that was required to send the bound man over the
edge. Hot cum spurted and dribbled out of his penis, punctuated by moans
and sobs of pleasure from its owner.

"What do you think so far?" asked Ron.

"Are you fucking kidding me? This place is unbelievable!" replied Josh.

Before they could discuss things further they heard a disturbance at the
bar. They turned to see the two huge barcubs now stark naked in sixty nine
position, both stock-still, lying one on top of the other on the bar
counter. Each held the other's hard cock, aiming it into their mouths. As
the other two barmen egged them on, they both began to piss in each other's
mouths simultaneously. The one lying on his back swallowed and swallowed,
happy to drink as much as he could. The other was less fortunate, since his
positioning meant that much of the urine fell back out of his mouth, but it
was clear from his blissful expression and closed eyes that he couldn't
care less.

"Piss! Piss! Piss! Piss!" the other two barmen chanted.

Soon the whole place was chanting it, all eyes glued to the two ultra-hot
hairy beefy barmen lapping up each other's piss. The pair of them were
beginning to shake with pleasure, barely able to keep their aims straight
on their respective hard, thick, veiny cocks.

Back on the platform, the cross and its occupant had been removed. A new
wooden construction was being put into position by the muscled staff,
consisting of a raised circular platform with steps leading to the top and
numerous reinforcing struts to support it. The platform was about seven
feet off the ground, easily high enough that someone could stand underneath
it whilst someone else could stand above them. In fact it looked strong
enough to hold a fair few people. The centre of the circular platform had
been removed, so that it formed a circular walkway high in the air.

"What's that for?" asked Josh.

"Well I brought you here for a specific experience. I had to pay a fair
amount."

"OK...what is it?"

"Drink up, you'll be doing it in a few minutes."

"I'm not ready to piss, if that's what you're after."

"Oh, YOU won't be doing the pissing..."

Josh drained his glass as the shouting reached a climax. The two cubs were
jerking each other furiously, by now shaking and spasming, various muscles
flexing and standing out on their bodies. As Josh drained the last dregs
from his glass, the top cub had begun to slowly blow his load into the
bottom's mouth. When the first globs of thick sticky fluid touched his
tongue, the bottom simply exploded, firing cum at high pressure up into the
top's mouth. They were clearly in heaven.

Ron dragged Josh to the bathroom. Inside, the urinals were all linked to
one pipe, which led to a cage. Inside the cage was a slight man, bound
tightly, his head completely covered with a leather hood. The pipe ended in
his mouth. Feeling more than a little deja vu, Josh stripped to his thong
while Ron got into his leather harness. When they emerged, the platform was
all ready for them, the gathering crowd expectant.

On the top platform stood nine men, with a clear gap at the farmost side of
the circle. Josh was led by the staff to the bottom, and stood directly
under the hole in the top platform. Ron calmly walked up and took his place
in the gap at the far side, completing the group of ten men. He looked down
at Josh, who looked up and winked at him. In response to this, the ten men
simulataneously unzipped, unbuckled or unfastened, each pulling their dick
out of their respective clothing and aiming it down at Josh. Without
further ado, they all began to urinate, hitting Josh with ten separate
streams of hot piss. Josh closed his eyes in delight and reached up his
arms, letting the shower play all over him. His cock sprang to full erect
attention almost immediately, and he simply reached down, grasped the
material of his thong, and tore it off, flinging the now piss-soaked
material forwards into the cheering crowd.

Josh tilted his head forward and rubbed his hair, mixing the urine in
thoroughly. He tipped back his head and drank several streams
simultaneously as the men above him obligingly adjusted their aims. He
shook his head, spattering urine around him, then washed his face in the
spray. He knelt down on the ground and let the streams run down his back,
then changed position and let the golden shower spray his chest. Aware that
this would probably be a fairly short shower, Josh stood up now, head
bowed, letting the hot liquid wash across the back of his neck and down his
chest. He reached forwards and slowly began to masturbate.

As the chants of "Piss! Piss! Piss! Piss!" started up once more, he felt
the aching need in his cock intensify. The scenes of the evening passed in
front of his eyes, each driving him wild at the thought of what he had
witnessed and experienced. The men above continued to slash down on him,
Ron in particular grinning widely, thoroughly enjoying the scene.

Josh let out a shuddering moan, at which point the chant began to change.

"Come! Come! Come! Come!"

Guys in front of him were jerking themselves off, many were punching the
air, shouting and hollering with excitement. Josh didn't react, he simply
continued standing stock-still, bar his pumping fist, head bowed and soaked
with warm urine, rivulets of it dripping off the front of his fringe.

"Oh yeah..." he murmered.

The sensation building in his cock was simply delicious, a burning, aching,
agonisingly pleasurable feeling of an organ readying itself to expel fluid
as hard and as far as possible. He knew he was too far gone, he could feel
himself falling over the edge, his penis starting to surrender, starting to
ready itself to come. He raised his head, still feeling the delicious
warmth of several streams of hot piss landing in his hair and on his face.

"Oh.....fuck.....YEAH!" he shouted, his other fist clenched.

"COME! COME! COME!" replied the crowd.

His legs began to shake as he felt fluid gushing up his urethra. He felt
the ecstatic moment of orgasm hit, making his legs almost buckle, and
suddenly he shot a huge long burst of thick white jizz right up into the
air. The first burst was followed by a second, and a third, a fourth...on
and on, he shot and shot, moaning and gasping. He looked up to see other
spurts of cum flying across the room, this time from above him - the circle
of men was now faced outwards and they were all wanking furiously. White
jets of sperm shot out on all sides, driving the crowd wild.

Finally, Ron came down and met Josh.

"How do you feel?" asked Ron.

"Fantastic but exhausted. Take me home..."