Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2006 22:58:48 -0500
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: The Urinal

Copyright 2006 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
the author's permission.

Please note: This story refers to sado-masochistic sex between males, some
of whom have voluntarily submitted themselves as slaves to the others. It
depicts oral, anal and group sex, as well as urination. If any of these
offend you or are illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under
the age of 18, read no further.

The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any
resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.

As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments
about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank
you.

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Now, tell Me, slave as it licks My boots, how long has it been My slave?

Master, thank You, Master. All its life, Sir.

Stupid slave! As I grind its disgustingly tiny dick with My boot, it knows
it has only signed the slave contract seven weeks ago! Has it so soon
forgotten the day Master put the collar on its neck and it agreed to bind
itself totally and completely, without limit, in servitude to Me?

Master, thank You, Master. No, it did not forget, but it discovered that
its life only truly began on that day, Sir. Whatever happened in its
previous existence is now forgotten as it celebrates its new life with its
most worthy Master.

Then, tell Me, slave as I spank its pathetic little ass, how does it feel
being humiliated and abused every day?

Master, thank You, Master. it finds its fulfillment in giving Master
pleasure. How it feels about the mistreatment is of no relevance, Sir.

it must not argue with Me. Master must know how it feels so I can perfect
my methods and maximize both its pain and My pleasure. Tell Me, slave as I
painfully pinch its pitiful nipples, does it understand now?

Master, thank You, Master. Forgive it, Sir. Yes, from now on it will not
keep hidden from Master any of its feelings.

Then, tell Me, slave as I squeeze its sorry little nuts in My deathgrip,
how does it feel about the weekly gang bang at the Locker Room?

Master, thank You, Master. it usually loves going to the gang bang, Sir. it
enjoys getting its wretched ass fucked by all of the other Masters there
even though it enjoys Master's fucking the most of all because it worships
Master's cock. Also it enjoys seeing Master serviced by all the other
slaves there for it knows that it is a poor slave and unable to satisfy all
of Master's needs by itself.

Then, tell Me, slave as I spit in its worthless face, why did it use the
word "usually" just now. Are there times when it does not enjoy the gang
bang? Master needs to know as I plan its further abuse.

Master, thank You, Master. There was only one time it did not enjoy the
weekly gang bang at the Locker Room, Sir.

Then, tell Me, slave as I ram this big butt plug up its ugly hole, when was
that time?

Master, thank You, Master. Two nights ago, Sir, when it was the made the
urinal, Sir.

Then, tell Me, slave as I place its ankles in shackles chained to the
floor, doesn't it enjoy getting pissed on? Master pisses on it every single
day and it always seems most grateful for the warm shower.

Master, thank You, Master. it does enjoy the golden shower, Sir. Most
assuredly. However, at the gang bang it missed being part of the fucking
action, Sir.

Then, tell Me, slave as I tie its wrists with these ropes suspended from
the overhead beam and pull its arms out to their limits, hadn't it noticed
that every week one slave is assigned to be the urinal for the evening?

Master, thank You, Master. Please forgive it for its inattentiveness, but
it had always been so busy with cocks constantly shoved into all its holes,
that it only took casual notice of the urinal, Sir. In fact, everyone in
the Locker Room seems to ignore the urinal except to piss, Sir.

Then, tell Me, slave as I use this twine to tie a ring to its puny nutsack,
what is a urinal?

Master, thank You, Master. A urinal is a fixture designed with a hole to
receive men's piss.  As an object, it does not speak, and shows no
feelings. A urinal simply exists to provide for one of men's bodily needs,
bladder release. While important, this is the urinal's sole function.

Then, tell Me, slave as I hang a pail to the ring on its nutsack, what
happened when it arrived at the Locker Room two nights ago?

Master, thank You, Master. When it arrived, it took off all its clothes as
usual, Sir. Two other Masters came over and it knelt down, expecting to
suck their cocks as usual, Sir. But instead they dragged it to the far end
of the room and made it sit on the tile floor between two toilets,
Sir. They handcuffed it to the pipes and just left it there.

Then, tell Me, slave as I practice tossing beach stones into the pail and
watch its nuts slowly descend to the floor, how it felt there.

Master, thank You, Master. it sat there and watched with envy as the other
slaves were getting tied and spanked and whipped and insulted. it was
jealous of them when they got their mouths and asses plugged with dildos,
cocks and fists. it felt forgotten, abandoned.

Then, tell Me, slave as I remove the heavy pail, what happened as the
evening progressed?

Master, thank You, Master. Because of all the beer they were drinking, the
Masters did eventually come over to use the urinal. it opened its mouth
whenever One approached it.  Sometimes, their aim was good and it got it in
the mouth, Sir. At other times, they missed its mouth and sprayed the piss
on its face, chest or its puny little dick. No Master spoke to it all
evening, not even You Master. You just gave it a delicious mouthful, the
best it had all evening, and then walked away.

Then, tell Me, slave as I unshackle its ankles, what happened when the
slaves needed to piss.

Master, thank You, Master. As You know, Sir, according to the contract, a
slave never pisses without permission, so some were getting quite desperate
as the hours elapsed.  it is very familiar with that feeling. When they got
permission, different slaves did different things. A few were permitted to
stand at a urinal and piss like Men, Sir. But most sat on the toilets like
bitches, their indentured asses inches from its pisscovered face, as it
listened to their streams hitting the porcelain and smelled their gaseous
farts. Others, even though they were also required to sit, had permission
to sit on the urinal's head and piss over its face.

Then, tell Me, slave as I untie its wrists, what happened when the evening
wore down.

Master, thank You, Master. For a long time at the end, no one came over to
piss on the urinal. it could tell that some of the slaves were getting
anxious but they were not given permission to piss. Finally, at the end two
Masters came and uncuffed it from the plumbing and dragged it to the pit,
Sir. it was instructed to lie down in the pit and all the Masters and
slaves circled around and stood at the edge of the pit and then
simultaneously pissed, aiming their streams at its face. Then they got
dressed and went home, Sir.

Then, tell Me, slave as I push it to the floor on its hands and knees, what
Master did when He got it home.

Master, thank You, Master. Oh, it was wonderful, Sir. After being ignored
all evening, it finally got its Master's attention. Master whipped it with
a bull whip and knocked it around.  Master insulted it for stinking like an
outhouse. Then Master fucked its neglected asshole good and hard and long.

Then, tell Me, slave as I dangle my delicious cock teasingly in front of
its face, what is its overall assessment of the experience?

Master, thank You, Master. it felt so ignored, so abandoned, so bored, so
neglected. While all the other slaves were enjoying themselves, getting
tortured and abused and fucked of course, it had to just sit and watch and
wait for the next urination. it hopes never to go through that again, Sir.

Then, tell Me, slave as I jerk it by the shoulder and throw it into My
sling and position its feet high, does it believe that Master always knows
what is best for it?

Master, thank You, Master. Oh, yes, Sir. it has put itself totally at Your
disposal, Sir. You must do whatever You consider the best for it, for You
are much wiser than it is. Therefore it is appropriate that You make all
decisions regarding it.

Then, listen to Me, slave as I fuck its worthless shithole while I call the
president of the Locker Room on My cell phone.

Master, thank You, Master. Even though Your amazing cock is up its hole, it
shall be very quiet while You are on the phone, Sir.

Hello, Tom? Hi. . . . Yeah, I had a great time at the Locker Room the other
night. . . . Yeah, your slave really does have a hot ass. I always love
fucking it. . . . My slave? Yeah it was just telling me how much it liked
it. . . . Yeah, really! In fact, it asked Me if it could be the permanent
urinal. . . . Yeah, every week. . . . I know, it's weird. In fact, it said
it wanted the words "The Urinal" tattooed across its forehead. . . . Yeah,
aint that funny? I told it no, of course. I can't be seen in public with
that, but I said if that would really make it happy, it could have the
words tattooed on its chest. . . . Yeah, it said I was a most generous
Master and it licked My feet in gratitude. . . . Yeah, I know I'm getting
soft. Anyway, we'll go and get the tattoo done this week before the next
gang bang. That way everyone will know it has that job forever. I'm sure
the other slaves will be happy. None of them liked that
assignment. . . . OK, see you then. Bye.

Master, thank You, Master.