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It was a cool October night, nothing too brisk, but just enough to keep Jack on edge as he walked across the parking lot.
The drive to his friend Art's house was only about 20 minutes, but that was more than enough to get him hot and bothered at what was to come.
He continued walking, the butt plug in his ass driving itself deeper and deeper with each step. Not only was it substantially sized, but his friend was controlling it from his phone, adjusting the vibrations periodically to keep Jack on edge.
Jack hadnāt cum in over 2 weeks. Heād been locked tight in his chastity cage and was begging to be used. After all, thatās how he ended up in this situationā¦
Just a couple weeks prior, his friend began sending out invites for a party. Jackās friend was kinky, and often had a small group of a dozen or so guys over to drink, chat, and of course get into some shenanigans.
Jack had enjoyed being used by his friend before, and was already on the list for the event, when suddenly the tables turned.
āDo you still enjoy being my urinal?ā Art texted to Jack.
āYes sir, anytime sir.ā Jack eagerly responded.
āGood boy, then I think maybe youāll be my urinal during the party later this month.ā
āYes sir, of course.ā Jack didnāt realize what Art meant at first. But suddenly, he checked his phone and found a picture of himself hooded and urinal gagged had been sent to the entire list of guys, advertising the special urinal feature for the event.
Jack was terrified, yet somehow had never been hornier and more excited. He thanked Art for the opportunity and reassured him he wouldnāt disappoint.
āGood boy,ā Art texted him, āletās make sure to keep you locked between now and then however, just to be safe.ā
Art knew what he was doing. The longer Jackās cock was locked and denied in chastity, the hornier heād become, and the hornier he became the more he was begging to be used and degradedā¦
Jack entered the apartment, chilly from the short walk, but anxious for what was to come. He immediately noticed two strangers on the couch chatting. Even though they paid little attention to him, he was filled with paranoia that they could hear the plug buzzing deep inside him.
Suddenly, Art appeared in his line of sight, āgo ahead and strip right here boy, you can place your clothes in that drawer,ā pointing to a table near the door.
Jack was excited, yet somehow felt humiliated in front of the two strangers and the lights still fully on, exposing him more than ever.
Slowly, he pulled his shirt off and slid his shorts down, showing himself to the room. The guys on the couch smiled and looked over to watch, as Jack tried to focus on putting his clothes up and waiting for further instruction.
āGood boy,ā Art praised. He leaned in, placing cuffs on each of Jack's wrists, followed by each of his ankles. Lastly, he placed a collar around Jack's neck, tightly securing it in the back with a padlock.
āYou ready boy?ā Art smiled asking Jack, as if he had a choice.
Jack eagerly but embarrassingly replied, āyes sir.ā
Art led Jack through the living room, clearly taking his time so the two guys on the couch could check him out. They were fully clothed, which somehow added a nice element of humiliation to Jackās predicament.
Jack was led into the bathroom where he sat back on the cold tile, waiting patiently for what was coming. He was eye level with the toilet, and the humiliation was beginning to set in.
Art leaned down and clipped Jack's wrists together behind his back with a padlock. Jack wanted to test the restraints, but he knew they werenāt going anywhere.
Next, Art placed earbuds in both of Jack's ears. He seated them in tight, before gently pulling a blindfold hood over Jackās head. Just for an extra measure, he placed another blindfold tightly over it, ensuring Jack wouldn't be able to see a thing between the two layers.
Jack waited patiently in darkness, sitting on the tile floor restrained. He knew what was coming next. Art worked the urinal gag onto Jackās head, securing it tightly so there was no chance of it shifting or leaking.
Jack cooperated and opened his mouth in excitement as the rubbed nozzle protruded its way into his mouth a good inch or so. He knew at his point, it would likely be a few hours before he could relax his jaw again.
Art wasnāt done however, he had one last restraint up his sleeve. Jack felt something cold brush against him and then realized what it was. A large chain bike lock was being secured around the base of the toilet and locked to his collar.
Not only was Jack now completely restrained in this position, but heād be unable to get up and leave until Art allowed it.
Art stepped back, admiring his work. Heād taken this young twink and turned him into a locked and denied urinal for his guests to use. Art had no clue how much use Jack would get over the next few hours, but it would certainly be fun to watch.
After a moment of taking it all in, he could see Jackās locked cock leaking from his chastity cage as the butt plug continued to vibrate his hole for what had surely been at least an hour now, driven even deeper by the floor he now sat on.
Art pressed a button on his phone and suddenly Jack was plunged into silence. Heād activated the noise canceling on the headphones and after a moment, white noise began to fill Jackās ears.
Jack sat there dying for someone to use him. He couldnāt see, hear, or feel anything, and had no clue what was happening or when. Heād expected Art to piss down his throat immediately, yet now several minutes had passed and he realized heād never know who would be the first to use him.
Art returned to the living room, eager to let his friends view his work. Another guy had arrived while he was situating Jack, and he was happy to share the great news with them.
āAlright boys, the urinal is now open in the bathroom for those that wish to use it, feel free to go whenever you want, but try to avoid touching it, we want to keep him as denied and anonymous as we can.ā
āHot,ā one of the guys jumped up, eager to see, as the others cleverly went to refill their drinks.
Art walked the guy into the bathroom, where they found Jack just as perfectly restrained as heād left him.
āWow, so heāll just swallow it from there?ā The guy was curious, clearly having never tried watersports before.
āHe sure will,ā Art reassured him. āHe canāt hear who is coming to use him, so feel free to drink up and enjoy.ā
The two smiled and walked away, leaving Jack completely oblivious of their brief presence, simply drifting deeper into humiliation and begging to be used.
The party continued as another couple guys worked their way in and chatter began about the urinal, quickly becoming a race to see who would get there first.
Finally, another friend entered asking for the restroom after his long drive in traffic. The guys cheered, ushering him towards Jack.
Jack sat there in darkness and silence, completely unaware of what was going on. For him, time was meaningless and he was just a hole waiting to swallow piss.
The guy unzipped his pants, pulling out his large cock and holding it just inches from Jackās eyes, not that heād ever see it.
Within seconds, a dribble came out and suddenly the stream began. There was no warning for Jack, he went from silence and boredom, to instantly having piss flowing into his mouth.
He began swallowing quickly and tried to enjoy every drop. It wasnāt too strong, and was a nice way to start the night. He wondered if it was Art or one of the two guys from the couch. He hadnāt even begun to think about others yet, but heād never know who it was.
The guys all left, returning to the kitchen for drinks and to begin greeting the others. Jack waited patiently with no other option, the lingering taste of the first guy's piss in his mouth.
He could feel the precum dripping from his locked cock as the plug continued to whirl around in his hole, but aside from that, he was completely denied.
Suddenly, he felt it, the weight of a cock against his funnel. Piss flowed in and Jack began swallowing again. It was a similar strength, but this one lasted much longer. Jack did his best not to choke however, and finally got it all down.
Jack was desperately horny, bound and exposed for these men as they used him as nothing more than a urinal, and laughed at his humiliating predicament.
The men continued as more filed in the door. The party was up to 9 guys and Jack was about to receive his third load of piss and the guy entered smiling.
āIāve been waiting for this all day,ā he said.
āYou know he canāt hear you,ā his friend told him standing in the door to see it happen.
āThatās even better,ā the guy said, āIāve been saving this one for him to make sure itās nice and strong.ā
Jack waited in silence, unable to hear their conversation, when suddenly the guy began to piss a dark yellow right into Jack's gag. Jack was immediately shocked, both by the volume and taste.
It was the strongest piss heād ever drank, and was clear the guy had been saving that for him on purpose. Without a choice, Jack swallowed the piss continuously until it finally stopped, leaving quite the lingering aftertaste in his mouth.
āDamn, I could smell that from here,ā the guy in the doorway said, ādid he drink it all?ā The guy leaned in to see the bottom of the gag was empty and Jack had in fact swallowed it all. He chuckled, shooting a wad of spit into the gag and walking out with his friend.
Jack waited patiently for more, desperate for someone to at least touch him in some way, but the denial continued. Several minutes went by and all he received was another load of piss from one of the guys. He could tell some sex must have been happening out there, because this one definitely smelled like cum.
The party was finally in full swing, but Jack still had no way of knowing who was using him or how long heād been there. His only metric was the quantity of piss drank, and even that was becoming a blur.
The frequency continued to grow as some guys used him back to back, and others were several minutes apart. Over the next few hours, Jack drank over 20 loads of piss from the guys.
He was desperately trying to keep count, but even then had no way of knowing if everyone had used him twice or some guys and not others. He was so horny, begging to at least see the cocks heād been drinking from, but continued to sit in darkness and denial.
The gaps between guys slowly began to grow and Jackās hole had grown numb from the non stop vibrations over the last few hours. He was a horny mess and yet all he wanted was more piss from the strangers.
Finally, the music grew quieter and the gag was unhooked from Jack. As Art slowly removed it from his mouth, he tried to close his mouth for the first time in hours.
Jack waited patiently as Art undid the bike chain restraining Jack in place, and slowly removed his blindfold and hood. He leaned him forward next, slowly undoing his wrists.
Jack could see Artās outfit had changed from jeans and a shirt to now being in just a jockstrap, clearly just finished with some fun.
As he removed the headphones from Jackās ears, he finally addressed him.
āGood urinal, my guests were happy.ā
Jack did his best to slowly mutter out a āthank you sirā as Art pressed a button to slow the vibrations on his hole.
Jack was lifted to his feet and his collar and cuffs were removed. He stood there exposed and awaiting further instructions, with the lingering taste of piss in his mouth. He was a horny mess, and wanted to be fucked, yet he was exhausted from the entire evening.
āMost of my guests have left,ā Art said, āso go ahead and get dressed and leave. You have no business interacting with the few that remain.ā
Jack slowly left the bathroom to head towards the drawer containing his clothes. He immediately discovered a couple guys on the couch, one he recognized from earlier, but another was new.
As he turned the corner, a guy in the kitchen winked at him as he reached for his clothes in the drawer. Jack was humiliated, he had no clue which guys had used him and which ones hadnāt.
He loved the idea of it, but at the same time was dying for answers or at least to see the cocks heād just drank from.
Jack slowly slid his shorts and shirt on and walked out the door to his car, never to know whoās piss heād swallowed all evening.
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