Story: Plumbed in.

Plumbed in.
By RubbaUrinal​

Al opened his blurry eyes feeling groggy and heavy, lifting a meaty, inked arm up to scratch his shortly cropped head in the dimly lit room.
“Fuck.” He whispered under his breath as he realised just how much his head was throbbing. He was rock hard as he always was in the morning but damn that headache. His mouth was as dry as sand too and his jaw was aching.
His girlfriend had told him to go for a night out with the boys after working every day for a month, being a self employed plumber meant just taking all the hours he could get. He didn’t mind, it got him a great wage, fuelling his tattoo addiction and affording him a very hot female PT at the gym who had whipped him into shape. Sure it was all for vanity but he liked the attention, when he could take a weekend off with the boys he loved to tear up the town and party, his girlfriend was as much of a flirt as he was so he could even get away with chatting up the talent and having a dance without getting into trouble. She’d just left on a week long hen do with her best friends to Ibiza so he knew full well she’d be off flirting and flaunting herself on the beaches. They both knew they were hot and cheeky and loved it.

Al swung for the light on the stand next to him only to smack the wall. The non-existent lamp told him he wasn’t in his own bed, again. He quickly rolled over to check he hadn’t gone back with some girl, but his hand met the wall again, he was in a little single bunk. Sighing with relief he swung his muscular legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his eyes. Focussing in the gloom, he noticed the room was tiny, maybe just three times the size of the bunk, there was nothing else in the room, just a small frosted window and a metal door with a hatch at eye level and another on the floor.
“A hatch?” He thought to himself “What the fuck have you done?”
He realised he was in a cell!
Still dazed, he stumbled to the door the adrenaline beginning to sober him up quickly. He couldn’t remember what had happened. He reached down to scratch his still stiff dick to be met by a warm, pliable material. He was wearing rubber shorts with a single yellow stripe down the front! Looking down past these unknown shorts he noticed the boots and yellow socks, like regular army boots but moving his feet they too felt rubbery.
He let out a nervous laugh. This had to have been his mates’ doing. They’ll have had too many beers and shots and no doubt he’s have lost some game of pool or a dare and been hazed. They were always trying to out humiliate each other. Bastards.
He banged on the door and called out but couldn’t hear any thing but some distant rumbling, maybe some music.
He stood there for a minute trying to recall anything.
He and the boys had been at the local dive bar, beer flowing, a jukebox in the corner with some rock and old school hip-hop. You always had bikers swinging by, and muscled, inked lads playing cards, darts, pool and all that. It was mostly men or their trophy girls to give some good luck on their five-card stud. Despite its rough look, it was just a no nonsense, friendly pub. The only trouble you’d get is when a group of friends got into drinking games but that was it. But Al couldn’t think what had happened, he just imagined it as any other night. Poker, beer, one of the newer locals Brent and he had offered him a pill…

He called out again and banged the door harder.
“Hey can someone let me know what’s going on? I’m dying of thirst here!”
The sound of footsteps got closer and stopped outside. The hatch on the floor opened and a glass of water was pushed inside.
“Excuse me officer,” shouted Al “Thank you, but can I speak to someone?” but the feet were already walking away.
He grabbed the pint glass and went to sip it. The glass was warm but he was thirsty. He certainly wasn’t going to complain about some lukewarm water right now.
As he began to down the drink it certainly wasn’t the freshest water, tasted a bit funky but the rush of the drink quenching his thirst made him gasp. He noticed his other hand grab his still hard bulge through the rubber shorts. Damn, he was grateful for that. His thirst wasn’t quenched but it was a start.

He sat down trying to rack his brain for any details. He vaguely remembered doing a shot or two and chatting to Brent after he’d turned down the pill. That’s it, he’d just been finding out about each other, as they were more just friends of friends, Al talking about his plumbing, Brett joking, saying was it like some bad porn. Then the shots had kicked in fast. Brett offered him the pill again, but he said no. Al didn’t really ever take anything, but some of the lads did in the bar just for a laugh, just E now and then. But that’s all he could really remember for now.

The warm water had gone through him fast, and as he thought it about how much he needed a piss, he realised he heart beat was really thumping and his dick felt like it was swelling. Damn, had he actually taken the pill in a drunken state? Was he having a high and feeling turned on in a police cell? Damn he didn’t really care right now, he kind of felt good, he noticed how snuggly the shorts fit and sat just below his abs. His cock looked huge in them, like some sort of urban, punk gladiator. Damn he really needed to piss though and looking around he saw there was no pan at all.
“What kind of a stupid police station doesn’t have a toilet?”
He looked down and just decided to piss in the pint glass so he didn’t make a puddle.

He lay back down on the bed and the feelings were increasing, the shorts felt like they were sliding and sucking all over his dick and balls, they felt so good. His hand naturally began to rub over the rubber bulge. Damn he didn’t know what he’d got himself locked up for but he couldn’t even think right now. He began to tug harder and harder, his pulse speeding up, he was close to cumming. Suddenly the face level hatch opened on the door with a bang. Al jumped up cursing under his breath trying to muster all of his sense and make his hard on go down. A pair of eyes just glared at him up and down.
“There’s another drink down there for you.” Gestured the stranger with his eyes.
Al looked down to see the lower hatch opened with a pint glass there again.
“Thank you officer, am I able to speak to someone now?”
“Drink up,” came the reply.
His thirst was back but his pulse was still going. He needed to look as sober as possible if he was about to see a policeman so he grabbed the pint glass. As soon as he touched it he noticed the heat, this water smelt even funkier than the last lot. His eye darted to the floor, his pint wasn’t there that he’d used before.
“Sorry officer I don’t think this…”
“Are you going to start causing a fuss already?” cut off the face in the hatch.
“Down that now or I’ll come back in five hours and see how sober you are then.”
Al in a horny panic just downed the glass and as the yellow fluid filled his mouth his fears were confirmed, it wasn’t a new drink but his own piss from before. But oddly, in his adrenaline filled state he didn’t spit it out, he knew if he spat it out accidently over the guys face he’d be screwed so he just took it like a man.

“Thank you.” gasped Al, wiping the piss his mouth with his tattooed wrist noticing the blurred stamp of a night club. In seconds he felt another hot rush, as if the intensity of the moment has spiked his horniness. He didn’t even realise he’d grabbed his rubbered balls.
“Oh fuck.” he whimpered with utter embarrassment, knowing we was just on the edge of shooting his load.
“Fucking pervert” spat the voice behind the door as the hatch slammed shut and the bolts of the door swung open revealing an equally muscular policeman dressed in a full black uniform made entirely of black rubber, from his boots just like the ones Al was wearing, up past his rubber combats and utility belt past a rubber stab vest and tight black short rubber shirt to his flat police hat made of rubber too.
The shock made Al stumble backwards.
“What the hell is happening?” he shouted, surges of horniness, humiliation, and anger all clashing into one confusing head-trip.
Without saying a word the cop was already spinning Al round and had his arms cuffed behind his back before he knew what hit him.
“We don’t want you cumming now do we pig?” smirked the officer through his dark red beard.
“Please” begged Al “I have no idea what I’m in for or what I’ve done”.
“Ah they all say that” laughed the policeman “I see how hard you are in those shorts, drinking your own piss. You signed up for this so you’re going to see it through. Everyone panics when they realise it’s really happening but I like it when they regret it all the more.”

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PART II

Al had been dragged through what he now saw was a fake police station, dirty rough concrete walls and rusty bars and girders everywhere. Maybe it had been a real station once, but this fucking bastard and his friends were here now. He was cuffed to the chair in an interview room sat opposite two officers in their stupid rubber uniforms.

“So now then, let’s get a few things straight” started a new imposter sat next to the guy that dragged him from the cell. He wasn’t as muscular as Al but had a perfectly groomed, black beard showing under his hat and a strong, square jawline.
“I’m not going to cooperate” spat Al “This is illegal; you can’t keep me here or impersonate police officers in your kinky faggot costumes!”
“Haha!” laughed the red bearded one “Rich, coming from the boy that was brought in his little go-go shorts and boots. Sadly you’ll be shocked to find out we’re not impersonating at all.”
He grabbed a warrant badge from his rubber stab vest pocket.
Al’s heart sank, it looked genuine enough, but in his confused state, blood still pumping round his cock, it just frustrated him all the more.
“This doesn’t make any sense, why are you dressed like that then if you’re real, and why am I here?” mumbled Al.
“Well pig, there’s 11,000 officers on the force in the metropolitan area, speculating two thirds are men, and one in four of them is gay, then maybe a fifth of them are a bit adventurous, then you’ve got a good few officers with a perverted side, so let’s just say we like to have a bit of fun ourselves. I spend most of my time dealing with drunks and scum and it’s not all as heroic and glamorous as I imagined when I first signed up. We’re seen as the bad buys whatever we do so a few of us thought, with the power we hold and the knowledge of the law we have, fuck it, why not have a bit of fun ourselves? Get something back.”
“You’re fucking twisted, I’ll kill you you c**t!” growled Al.
“Now now, we still have the law on our side, don’t be insulting a police officer!” barked the dark cop.
Al didn’t know what to make of it, and without knowing how he’d come to be here, he didn’t want to make things worse so just started at the pair for a while. Damn he was thirsty, and now was not the time to feel horny either, fuck.

“Before we start I would just like to be clear, are you on drugs sir?” continued the ginger officer.
“NO!” shouted Al defensively pulling against the cuffs. He did feel funny, and this thirst and inappropriate horniness made no sense but he couldn’t remember if he’d taken what Brent had offered or not. But he didn’t want to have drug charges on his record.
“Are you quite sure sir? I must remind you anything you do say may be used against you. You are being recorded.
“No,” trembled Al “I never take drugs!”
“Never?” asked the dark officer “So everything you say is the whole truth and said with full conscience?”
“Yes.” said Al matter-of-factly.
“Wonderful. Then you will not deny any of this then,” replied the dark officer leaning over to press play on a laptop on the side of the table.

 

PART III

A video popped up of some CCTV footage. It was clearly of Al and Brent in some sort of stone walled room. Al was being overly close to Brent feeling him up against a wall.
“I don’t think you’re thinking clearly” laughed Brent.
“Yeah I am, I’m just fucking horny.” Al replied.
“What will your girlfriend think?” replied Brent smirking.
“I don’t care, I wanna try it; you made it sound so hot.”
They both shifted on the wall turning more towards the camera. Brent’s chest was in view, his shirt was open and underneath was a rubber vest. Al unbuckled Brent’s trousers to see rubber shorts poking out through the fly. Al grabbed it, hard. The sound of rubber squeaking filled the air.

Brent moaned. “You need to get yours on too.” He pointed at the rucksack beside them. Al let out a frustrated horny growl and dived over to the bag. Throwing his cotton off he found the rubber shorts rubber boots and yellow socks he was still wearing. He started pulling it all on roughly.
“Ok,” carried on Brent, checking around, almost looking like he wanted to be in view of the CCTV “so when we get to this place the security is pretty tight, they’re gonna ask if you’ve taken anything. You haven’t have you?” Al was too busy sliding the rubber up his legs on the floor and was just nodding along.
“Al! I need to hear you say it out loud, you haven’t have you?” pressed Brent.
“No no, whatever you say.” He dismissed. Al could tell watching the video that he was lying, he knew his own voice, but he’d just said it on camera.
“Good,” laughed Brent “because a lot of guys want to back out once they get there, even though you’ll have the most pleasure you’ve ever felt. So once you sign the disclaimer you have to go through with it whatever, until you cum. And it’ll be the best orgasm ever.”
“Fuck yeah” replied the clearly hazed Al in the video as he laced up the boots “whatever, I just need more of it”.
Al jumped up and pushed Brent against the wall and began to kiss him deeply, the rubber pulling against each other, their rubber crotches squeaking and snapping.

 

PART IV

Al looked up from the laptop to the two officers, both looking aroused,
“What the fuck is this?” questioned Al “This is clearly not me talking in that video, what is Brent talking about? What did I want to try, why did I want more of?”
“Classic Brent” laughed the red haired officer “He always picks the curious straight boys that then try and get out of it. You’ve said on tape you’ve not taken anything and you’re of sound mind and here we also have clear video footage of you agreeing to it too.
“Agreeing to what!?” Al screamed pulling against the cuffs.
The dark haired officer pushed a piece of paper towards him with his unmistakable signature at the bottom under the paragraphs of text.
“This establishment you’re in is an underground and very lucrative fetish club. Brent brought you in to us, you were begging to experience the best sexual high you’d ever felt, you were like an insatiable animal. Of course legally and on paper we couldn’t induct a new member who wasn’t stating his true feelings, so this disclaimer you signed, the CCTV and voice clip of you saying you never take drugs is all the evidence we need.
“I was clearly drugged! I’m not gay” spat Al “I don’t remember any of this!”
“Well that’s too late now, and I’m not recording any more” chuckled the dark officer revealing the Dictaphone hidden by his hands.
“You’re tricked me!” shouted Al.
“Not according to your own statements,” stated the ginger officer calmly “The evidence is clearly against you, you’ve said you’re all for it. Unless of course you’re saying you have been taking illegal substances, have forced yourself on a man on CCTV, have cheated on your girlfriend and have been lying to and insulted officers of the law?”
They had him. Fuck he was thirsty. And that damn boner wasn’t going down. He didn’t know what to do; everything was still hazy. He’d said on the video it’d be over when he came. Maybe he’d gotten himself into this predicament and he just had to get it over with as fast as possible.

After a minute of thinking and licking his lips, Al hung his head.
“What do I have to do?”
The red officer’s eyes narrowed evilly.
“Good boy. I can see you’re thirsty, let’s sort that and we’ll tell you what you signed up for.”
The cop pressed a buzzer. A third officer came into the room, dressed the same in a full, black rubber uniform, were they all this built? He carried a pint glass over, showing off his tribal tattoo covering his bicep and holding it a few inches from Al’s mouth. Al stared him square in the eyes, he was smiling; the sick bastard was enjoying this. He wanted to keep what little dignity he had so just leaned forward to take it.
“Let’s just get this done and over with” he thought to himself “this must be illegal, it’s entrapment, do what they say, play along and we’ll screw them all over when this is all sorted.”
He leaned forward, struggling against the handcuffs, the officer pulled it away a few more inches.
“Damn, he really does want it doesn’t he?” laughed the officer looking at the other two.
“Get on with it man,” said the dark one to the tattooed one “I want to get him out of here.”
Those words filled Al with a sudden relief at least they wanted him out of here too. As the pint glass was slowly tipped he wasn’t surprised to find the water was warm too, this tasted even more funky that the first pint he’d had and even that horrible second pint of his own piss he’d drank. It was only as he gulped the second mouthful that it was just the same as his own piss, and even that first pint he’d had. Fuck, that first pint and this were ALL piss! This was the strongest of the lot, it had some metallic taste, he didn’t expect piss to have tasted like this at all. He spluttered for a moment as the cops laughed. He closed his eyes and told himself it was just a “dirty pint” as the lads at the bar did on birthdays, they’d all throw a few quid in and make a hideous cocktail that had to be downed in one go that often resulted in guys chundering everywhere. It was easy to imagine the more he focussed on it; there were lads laughing and he was drinking a pint he didn’t want while feeling groggy, that wasn’t too dissimilar. With each gulp he even realised that compared to a vomit inducing pints of bitter, baileys, vodka, whiskey and gin, this was actually easy!
“It’s just warm, salty water, that’s all it is.” He repeated in his mind and with one last tip of the pint glass from the officer it was all gone. Imagining his mates all cheering and chanting he opened his eyes with a grin, forgetting where he was for a second.

“He likes the strong ones then” said the inked policeman “he soon came round.”
It only took seconds for it to hit, and no sooner had Al realised there must have been something in the piss that it felt like he was floating, watching through his own eyes from afar. An overwhelming surge of insatiable horniness flushed over him and his already hard cock felt like it was going to tear through the now sweaty rubber shorts. He barely remembered somewhere in his cloudy mind that he just had to cum and it’d all be over. Fuck he felt amazing. He tried to grab his cock forgetting his cuffed hands. His thirst was already back within seconds and he needed to drink more, and cum, he needed to cum.
“Fuck, please boss” he begged looking between the three officers who had already gathered around him, the rubber of their uniforms, shining in the light looked as good as his shorts and boots felt, we wondered what they must feel like on as he let out a carnal grunt.
“That’s right pig,” said the ginger officer, holding his wrists as the dark officer uncuffed him and got him up off the chair before cuffing him again “now time to get you properly dressed, this was just a taster.”

 

PART V

Al felt a very cold sensation on his cock and balls. He opened his eyes with a deep piggy oink. He’d had memory loss again, he was in a new room, arms cuffed to the metal bars of two jail cells either side of him. Two of the officers were laughing, rubbing ice cubes around his crotch while the tattooed one was taking off his boots and shorts. Had he been there minutes or hours?
“What’s going on?” slurred Al
“We explained it all when you arrived and signed the disclaimer. You’re about to become a human urinal until you cum.”
Al half laughed and half growled, fuck he was so horny it’d take seconds to cum and he was so hazed and horny right now it just felt like his mates were just being stupid. This wasn’t so bad.
“Bring it on.” he slurred.
“You heard him boys, he’s gagging for it now. Go get Brent.”
“Brent? I know him!” laughed Al, writhing against the cuffs, his freezing cock shrinking despite his insane horniness, fucking the air.
Al was only half surprised to see Brent enter in a similar full rubber cop uniform carrying an empty pint glass and a metal contraption.
“Ello pig.” he grinned with the sexiest, evil smile. If he was into guys, he’d definitely see why guys would go for him, any of the officers in fact.
“Oink!” replied Al in agreement intoxicated with rubber lust.
“Ready for the best bit now pig? You wanted the best sexual high ever. You said you’d be my rubber urinal and I’d dress you however I wanted until you came.”
“I can’t remember, but yes please I need it.” writhed Al.
Brett handed the metal thing to the ginger one. “Well the more of our tainted piss you drink the more intense this will get, the more of a slutty rubber piss pig you’ll become, all leading up to the most universe shattering orgasm you’ll ever feel. Then you’re free to go.”
“Mmmmmmm I can’t wait for that” grunted Al.
“Oh you’ll have to wait” chuckled Brett opening his rubber combats pulling his hard throbbing cock out and beginning to piss into the pint glass “you ready for more?”
“Fuck yeah I want yours the most!” he said licking his lips.”
“Oh you’ve had plenty already. Remember that pill we shared at the bar? You started blabbing about being a plumber then quickly feeling horny, I’d said it’d make a hot porn for the plumber to become part of the plumbing, you’d agreed and half an hour later you were drinking my piss out of a pint glass right in front of your mates, they had no clue but the recycled pill in my piss made you want more and got you hornier. I told you about the club I was part of, and if you kept piss recycling that I’d take you and you’d have the horniest experience you’d ever experience again.”
“Oh yeah!” agreed poor Al, either beginning to remember or just filling in the blanks with his imagination.
“You loved the feeling of the rubber when you’d discovered I was wearing it under my gear so I took you off to the alley and you wanted to be covered in it. So we’re gonna suit you up completely, you’ll have that amazing feeling all over every inch of your skin.” Said Brent lifting the pint of piss up to Al’s mouth. He didn’t even hesitate this time, he gulped it down like the total piss pig he was turning into.
The sensations took seconds to hit him like a wall again, he let out one almighty scream of pleasure. If he was horny before then this was something else, his skin was on fire and he actually enjoyed the taste of the hot salty yellow piss in his mouth and throat, it needed filling all the more! His skin begged to be covered in rubber and piss.
“Please please cover me up boss!” Al cried.
“One minute,” winked the tattooed cop, holding up a mass of black rubber and smacking Al’s cock to make the semi hard cock go back down.
“We’re just going to do this first,” cut in Brent holding up the metal thing for Al to see.

“We’re going to but this bad boy on you.”
It resembled a metal jock strap, with some kind of hollow tube, and a strap for between the ass with a metal object attached.
“Fuck, what is that?” asked Al, sounding worried.
“It’s a NeoSteel. A chastity belt. Your cock goes in here to protect it from stimulation and this thing is a butt plug, it’ll go up and can be remotely stimulated so your ass will receive all the pleasure instead of your cock.”
“But how will I cum?” pleased Al.
The four officers looked to each other with a knowing smirk.
“Good question. You can’t really.” Replied the dark bearded one.
“Well then how do I get out, the deal was I do this ‘til I cum.” said Al, trying to muster all of his sense.
“That still is the deal!” laughed Brett, “You can take the rubber off once you take the belt off and the belt comes off once you cum.”
“But you just said I can’t cum! That’s backwar-” Al’s mouth was covered by Brent’s rubbered gloved hand.
“Oops.” He whispered quietly as he slipped three fingers down his throat, fucking Al’s mouth. Al’s mouth welcomed it despite his mind saying no, his cock began to pump with blood again, a surge of incredible horniness flush over him again.

Al tried to scream through the glove as he felt a cold liquid being squirted over his cock, balls and over his ass. Then without warning a cold metal intruder was rammed into his ass. He half screamed out in terror and pain and half absolute filthy pleasure, gagging on Brent’s hand.

Al then felt his fate being sealed as a central belt was fastened around his sweating waist. He whimpered as the tube slid up his shaft swallowing his cock whole and separating his balls, shoving them to the side A metal shield was placed over the tube hiding his balls and attaching to the cock tube. Then a strap was slotted into the belt on the rear above his ass crack, holding the plug firmly in place and coming under the body past the separated balls, clipping together with the front shield and tube before finally meeting with the locking post on the front of the belt.
“Ready for the padlock pig?” growled Brent.
Al shook his head, trying to plead with him.
Then with a loud final click Brent released his hand from Al’s mouth as the ginger pervert locked the huge padlock in place handing the key to Brent.
Al let out an almighty guttural scream of frustration which was just met by laugher from his captors.
“Please I’m so close to cu-” begged Al before he was suddenly silenced by more piss being poured down his throat by the dark cop. He tried to spit it out but had to swallow some to prevent himself from chocking. The rush was back, his cock throbbed in it’s prison as his heart threatened to beat it’s way out of his cheat and the cloud of primal lust clouded his brain. Al let out a hysterical laugh.
“Fuck you’re going to send me insane with horniness you bastards!”
“We know!” shrugged the inked officer as he began to force Al’s feet into the socks of the rubber suit. His toes felt like the were orgasming as the feeling spread up his meaty thighs and covered his knees with the tight black rubber.
“No no no no mmm yeah no.” whimpered Al pathetically as he saw the suit being pulled up over his chastity, making the polished metal jock vanish in to a sea of slippery, shiny black rubber.
“Oh stop it feels too good. Just let me cum please.” he cried fruitlessly as the rubber was massaged up his chest by two of the officers. His hands were grabbed firmly by Brent as one of the others unlocked the cuffs allowing the others to pull his hands down into the arms which forced his hands into the shape of fists, and sucked into a mitt, rendering his fingers useless. As soon as had he realised that he couldn’t move his hands, Al felt them jerked behind him and cuffed behind his back once more as the suit was pulled over his shoulders and up his neck, resting round the back of his head. He realised it was all one piece of rubber leaving only a hole for his face. Brent appeared in front of him staring at his face longingly, with an almost sorrowful look on his face. He pulled him in for the deepest passionate snog, shoving his tongue down Al’s throat, who was powerless to resist as another wave of pleasure carried him away with the strong powerful kiss.

 

PART VI

After what seemed an age Brent pulled away and said “it’s a shame to see that go” as be stepped back revealing the ginger officer holding what looked like a dildo with a head strap. As the cop lifted it to his mouth he realised it was the size of a huge eight-inch dildo but was hollow in the centre creating a centimetre tube through the length of it. Al’s eyes widened in terror as he tried to scream, the dark office grabbing his mouth and forcing it open as Al tried to force his mouth shut.
It was too late.
This mouth was being forcibly filled with the black rubber monster, raping his throat as he screamed and gagged, ‘til it burned it’s way down further and further ‘til no noise came out, just a faint hum that was once his scream. His eyes streaming in pain, saw the mouth end of the tube had straps as the were pulled behind his head and locked into place forcing his mouth into a permanent scream, the dildo tube causing him to gag and swallow constantly as he tried to breath through his nose. Then without even a moment to realise what the tube was for, a hood was pulled over it all, covering his handsome, terrified face, blinding him to the world around him. He felt the zip pulled down behind him closing the hood as a collar was added locking it all in place with another click of what must have been a padlock.
Something else was added to the mouth, maybe another tube, maybe a funnel but whatever it was there was no choice as he felt piss already filling his throat, he didn’t even have to swallow. The taste of strong, yellow, doped piss took him over instantly quenching his undying thirst and instantly sending him sky rocking on a high of lust, he couldn’t see or make a sound but his rubber bound skin felt as though every inch of him was being fucked by rubber. Only then did he feel the butt plug come to life, throbbing with a slow deep pulsing that increased with every pulse, if only he could touch his cock he would explode into an orgasm that would tear him in two. He was right on the edge, but could just not tip over. He heard the jingling of keys and heard muffled voices, of what he thought was Brent, ordering the others to carry him to the club.

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He’d blacked out with pleasure again. His breathing was back to normal and his mind felt cognitive again. It took him a moment to remember what he was feeling, the pulsing in his aching ass at a minimum, the steel around his cock preventing any sensation, his throat filled and fucked by the monstrous urinal pipe and his hands stuck behind him, the weight below him made him aware he must have been sat on his ass with his back to a wall. All inside the suit felt warm and wet, he must have been pissing inside his own suit. All around him he could hear shuffling of feet and chatter drowned out by the sound of thudding music. He tried to struggle and move but he could feel a tugging at his mouth. The tube was attached to something; pull as hard as he could with his body weight he couldn’t really move. His friends must be wondering where he was by now, how long had it been?
Without warning, piss appeared in his throat as he heard laughing above him. This piss wasn’t doped, it was just regular hot piss, he wanted to sob but without his mouth he just made odd humming sounds. He needed to piss and was still so thirsty. He heard a muffled voice, say, “No the urinal likes this kind of piss best, watch this.”
He couldn’t tell if it was one of the officers but he was guzzling down more piss seconds later just as he felt his own bladder go, feeling as though piss was pouring in one end and out through his useless cock, filling his suit which spilt out onto the floor, making him no more than just plumbing in a system of urinals.
The wave of doped piss hit him again just as the electro in his ass began to pulse in his hole again as he was carried back to the very edge of orgasm, every one of his senses intoxicated by rubber, piss and denial. He gurgled in pleasure as his own thoughts left him, he couldn’t remember his name just that he loved being a urinal.
“More piss!” he wanted to cry out into his tube as the anonymous guy finished, only to be replaced by the sound of several more pairs of feet as they began to piss into the urinal. Somewhere in the distant recesses of his mind he so wanted to be free, but the ecstatic euphoria the piss brought him was so much stronger than any will he had felt. He stopped struggling and gulped and gulped. He would just have to accept his tight, inescapable, rubbery piss prison until he could cum, maybe he just needed to drink enough piss.
Maybe the next piss high would be the one to tip him over the edge of orgasm.
There was only one way to find out.

 

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