Bill staggered out of the bar, flushed in the face, reeking of, for want of a better word, alcohol. An observer familiar with the various degrees of intoxication would probably put him in the 'drunk' or perhaps 'very drunk' category. However, like all people who feel into either of those categories, Bill did not feel that he was drunk and could, in fact, go on drinking a lot more, despite the street he was on seemed to slant one way and then the other, like the deck of a small boat tossed in choppy waters.
He was dressed in a sailor suit, which was exactly what he was, a sailor whose ship just docked and will be leaving in a two days. He and his mates had been allowed to explore the City and like most sailors, they hit the bars and drank. After several weeks on board the ship where drinking was not allowed, they had some serious drinking to get out of their system.
Bill had 'accidentally' got separated from his mates and was enjoying himself in a bar. He was slightly drunk when he went in already, having drank with his mates, and didn't notice what sort of bar he had stumbled into, rather nosily. Everyone in the bar had noticed him when he came in, as bar patrons tend to when someone makes either a noisy or spectacular entrance or exit.
He had consumed beer after beer after beer, getting more and more drunk by the glassful. All that beer made him feel an urge to piss and he really needed to use the men's room, only to find it was out of order, or under renovation, there were some holes drilled into the wall (which wasn't even painted over) and the urinal was left in a corner of the toilet. There wasn't even a basin and tap where he could wash his face.
Emerging from the men's room, he swore loudly, treating the patrons of the bar to a stream of profanity and swear words that could only come from a sailor who was very drunk. The next thing he knew, he was being 'gently' ushered out of the bar, after they staff of the bar helped themselves to his wallet for payment of the beer he had consumed and gaining confidence from the fact that Bill was not massively built and that he was very drunk.
A little lost and confused and quite unable to find his bearings, Bill leaned against a lamp post, feeling heartily sick and nearly felt like throwing up. He finally noticed the moving buildings on the streetn and he blinked blearily, he was sure that it shouldn't be happening.
Vaguely aware that it was getting late, though he didn't know how late he was, Bill knew he should be getting back on his ship. If he was any more sober, he would have realized that going back to his ship smelling of alcohol and drunk would be a very bad idea but that didn't occur to Bill at the moment, through his alcoholic haze, a lot of things didn't occur to him. He only thought of his bunk. Groggily, he stumbled through the dimly lit and unfamiliar streets.
A van pulled up beside him and stopped, its engines still running. Bill hardly looked at it. He thought he heard something like the a vehicle door opening just beside him. He didn't pay much attention that either.
Suddenly, he felt a piece of cloth that was wet and smelt strange pressed over his face and Bill found himself slipping into the welcome embrace of unconsciousness..
* * *
"Come on Craig,"said a man dressed in a skin tight black rubber shirt and matching pants to another man dressed in similiar clothing as he struggled with the unconscious sailor who had just crumpled up. He held a cloth in his hand and was endeavoring to hold it as far away from his face as possible . His partner was just as well developed, only a little broader and beefier. Both of them were standing beside the van with which had its side door open. "Let's get the boy in the van."
"Shut up Ray,"said Craig. Ray's voice seemed very loud in the quiet street. Hs he tried to lift the unconscious sailor but he couldn't get enough leverage.. "On the count of three Ray, we lift him together. One...two...three!"
One of them caught hold of his feet and the other grabbed slipper his hands under his shoulders. Ray, who had lifting his shoulders, carried him up and backed into the van, drawing the unconscious figure in with him while Craig followed him in, carring the sailor's legs.
The van was empty inside and rather dark. Craig and Ray dumped the unconscious sailor a stretcher of some kind and strapped him in. Craig slammed the door shut.
"Okay, he's in and secure!"Craig shouted and the van engine roared to life and sped away. "Let's move it!"
The engine roared to life and they all lurched forward.
"Not so loud,"hissed Ray,"you'll wake him."
"Nah, with the dose of choloform I gave him, he'll be out for a while,"said Craig. "And by the time he comes round, we'll have started."
"I would rather that by the time he comes round, we would have finished,"said Ray, giving the sedated man lying in a crumpled heap on the floor a critical look. He had a good build, Ray had to admit, and it showed even under his sailor uniform. His arms were muscular, that Ray could see for sure, but not much else other than he had a good build. His hair was cut short, with something like a flat top that looked like looked as if it had gone too long without a proper trim. The sides were still short though. He had a young, smooth face and his mouth was currently opened as he snored gently. With every breath, both Craig and Ray could smell more and more alcohol. It seemed to fill up the entire van. Both of them enjoyed drinking beer, it never occurred to either of them that they could dislike the smell of alcohol but it seemed that it was quite possible, especially when one had a drunk person in a small, enclosed area.
"Now what fun will that be?"said Craig. "He ought to be awake to see what happens so that he knows."
"And if he tries to make a run for it?"said Ray.
"Our boy will be too groggy to run,"said Craig.
"He'll need a good wash when we get back,"said Ray as he tried not to breath too deeply. "I hope we have enough time to do every thing."
"Plenty of time for everything,"said Craig confidently.
"We need really need to get it fixed,"said Ray.
"It'll be fixed by tomorrow night,"said Craig.
Neither of them mentioned what 'it' happened to be but obviously both of them knew what they were talking about.
"We should strip him off now,"said Ray looking hungrily at the young muscle stud lying unconscious before him. He was undressing the sailor over and over again in his mind and couldn't wait till they really undressed him and see what lay underneath the uniform.
"Now, you know Bob likes to be there when we do that,"said Craig.
"Damn right you are,"somebody called from the driver's seat. "Don't you touch that boy until we get back."
Ray swore softly under his breath. Bob had amazingly sharp ears.
The van drew to a halt after a short while. It was a very short while, barely five minutes.
"Okay boys, let's get our new piss boy ready for his new role,"said Bob as he opened the door of the rear van and waited for Craig and Ray to carry the still slumbering man out on the stretcher. Bob the eldest of the three, while Craig came in second. Their age difference was by about one or two years, but Bob looked a lot more matured than the other two did and usually took charge, while the other two were happy to submit and obey.
Their van had stopped behind a building and, after making sure that the coast was clear, they carried him through a door and then up a flight of stairs and into a room. The room seemed to be set up to a be a rubber play room and dungeon at the same time. There was some a large work table in the centre of the room and some equpiment laid out on a smaller table beside him.
They unstrapped unconscious sailor and then transferred him from the stretcher onto the table. Jeff and Craig heaved a sigh of relief.
"Come on boys,"said Bob. "We ain't got no time to waste. We have plenty to do tonight."
"Yeah yeah, let us get a breather,'said Craig who was panting heavily, breathing alochol flavoured air. The unconscious sailor had looked a lot heavier than he did.
Bob, however, was already getting ready. He helped himself to the sailor's wallet and rummaged through it. He found the sailor's identification with his age and address and nationality on it. He tossed it aside.
"Let's start work boys,"said Bob.
Taking pairs of surgical scissors, they swiftly cut away Bill's uniform. It was a lot slower than they would have liked because the material of the uniform was thick and it wasn't easy to cut through it. Finally, they head the sailor's uniform off, leaving him in his briefs. He was very well muscled and very smooth.
"A good pick Bob,"said Craig, rubbing his hand in a slow, circular motion on Bill's well developed pecs. "He'll do fine."
"Of course he will,"said Bill with a snort. He sliced off the sailor's briefs exposing him completely. The sailor was quite well endowed.
"Pity he's not going to use this again for a little while,"said Craig picking up the sailor's limp cock and then letting it fall on his well defined abs. The now stripped sailor continued to slumber.
"Stop playing with him. You can play later. We need to get him cleaned up boys,"said Bob. "Craig, you clean him up, Roy, you shave his cock and balls. Make sure he's completely smooth. Then flush him out."
"At both ends?"grinned Craig.
"Both ends,"said Bob.
"I'll do his cock,"said Roy quickly.
"Oh yeah, and leave his butthole to me,"grumbled Craig but he didn't seem particularly displeased.
They set to work, Craig sponged the comatose sailor down with a solution had both antispectic and hair removal properties. Roy took a razor blade and shaving cream and set to work on the sailor's cock and balls. Both of them evidently enjoyed their tasks and performed with enthusiasm. As Craig cleaned, the smell of alcohol gradually faded.
Bob meanwhile started getting ready a few other things. One of them was a long, plastic tube, it was not particularly large but it was rather long. It connected to a mouth piece a very small device before returning to be a normal tube again. Another was a rubber suit that looked as if it was meant for someone half the size of a human. He dumped the long plastic tube into what looked like a large basin of boiling water, steam rose from it in vast clouds. Along with the larger plastic tube he placed two smaller plastic tubes.
Meanwhile, Craig and Roy had finished up their cleaning and shaving of the sailor's body and he smelt a lot fresher. With Roy's help, Craig manage to raise and spread both of the sailor's legs by slipping them into rubber loops hanging from the ceiling so that he could work easily. Craig lubed up an enema nozzle and slipped the rather large nozzle up the sailor's tight asshole. He was probably straight, Craig grinned to himself as he pushed it further until it would go no further, and probably never had anything inside there, at least, not anything quite so large or long or thick. He then filled it the sailor's asshole up with a special solution that Bob had mixed up. At the other end, Roy spread the lube on a clear plastic catether and gently fed it down into the sailor's piss slit. Piss began to flow and it was being emptied into a bag.
Roy played with the sailor's cock, enjoying his exploration of the unconscious sailor stud's most private parts. Although his cock was flaccid, Roy was still very aroused playing with it. Craig was also stroking the sailor's buttocks affectionately/
When the piss no longer flowed, Roy disconnected the free end of the tube from the piss filled bag and connected it to another bag, this one filled with a solution to be pumped into the sailor. He activated a pump and the bag was slowly drained, the clear solution slowly being pumped into the sailor's bladder.
After a few minutes, Craig emptied out the sailor's ass and then pumped him up again while Roy did the same with the sailor's bladder. It was important that the subject be as clean as possible, Bob had emphasized it over and over again which was why Craig and Roy were being especially cautious.
Finally, both of them drained the sailor of the liquids they pumped into him. Both liquids came out clear the second time round. As they removed the nozzle and tube from him, he began to stirr.
"Hey Bob, he's waking up,"Roy called out.
* * *
Bill opened his eyes. The lights hurt his eyes and he closed them again. He felt very groggy, very confused and very, very drunk. It had to be positively the worse hang over he ever had. He couldn't remember ever feeling this bad from drinking.
"Hey Bob! He's waking up!"
The voice felt like a sledgehammer on his ear drums and started a pounding in his head.
"That's good,"said Bob. He was standing beside the sailor, inexpecting Craig and Roy's handiwork. They had done well. "Wake up boy, you're missing out on all the fun."
That didn't sound like anybody I know! Bill thought groggily and forced his eyes open. He saw three unfamiliar faces standing over him. He tried to open his mouth to speak but it didn't seem to. It just remained closed, he could only look but not react.
"Let's get started then boys,"said Bob. He had trolley beside him on which a large butt plug which had been specially modified without the flared base, the basin of still steaming water and a shiny black rubber suit. Those were some of the more identifiable things, the other things looked like odd shapes of flesh toned rubber.
Bill tried to make heads or tails of his situation. He was…. naked, and that wasn't all. His legs were somehow suspended in the air, in some form of stirrups. He tried to speak again and only managed to make a faint moaning noise.
"It'll be over soon piss boy,"said one of the strangers. "And you'll be ready for your new life and your new job."
New life, new job? Bill thought. Were these people in the Navy too? He couldn't see what they were wearing clearly but it was black coloured. And what did they mean by piss boy?
Bob brought the lubricated butt plug to his asshole and teased it gently. He deliberated as to whether he ought to show the large butt plug to the stud but decided not to and keep him guessing.
Bill could feel something at his asshole but he didn't know what it was. It felt cool and he felt something trying to force its way in. He felt too relaxed and groggy to fight and when the next instant, something slid all the way into him. He moaned again but that seemed to be the only noise he could make. What had they put in him? What were they doing to him?
Bob smiled as he encountered resistance as he pushed the buttplug in but with the amount of special lube he applied, he was sure that it would go in sooner or later, and he did, the young sailor's tight asshole swallowed the special rubber butt plug completely. All that was left was small part of it, sticking out. It was way too small to pull the butt plug with and given its size, it was quite impossible for the stud to try and force it out and would be lodged in his asshole permanently. And to made sure that it stayed there, the lubricant would slowly turn to glue as it dried, fusing the rectum walls to the butt plug.
"Now for the suit boys,"said Bob.
Suit? Bill thought groggily.
Rob and Craig unfolded the black rubbery suit and started to put it on their still drugged subject. It stretched so that it fitted tightly and easily over the subject. The interior of the suit had been completely lubed so that it was easy to slide it on him. Unfortunately, that also meant that they had to be careful or they would end up with some of the lube on themselves. As it would turn into a very powerful glue and binding agent upon drying, none of them were anxious to get any of it on themselves. It was not a standard rubber suit. Most suits zipped up at the back but this one zipped up on the front, beginning at the crotch and going up all the way to the collar. The collar was particular interesting, the two halves of the collar were made of a rubber right which was rather thick in a flat sort of way, so it could only be felt and not seen. Although the suit was designed to stretch, it took a lot of effort to get it to stretch in the first place by the time they had the suit completely on their limp sailor, they were all hot and sweaty. A wire that was embedded in the rubber of the suit, made of a conducting polymer, touched the part sticking out of the sailor's ass and it went 'click' very softly.
Bill felt them do something to him, they were putting something on to him, it felt like a wet suit of some kind, but it was very slippery and it seemed to really stretch over his skin and it hugged his skin tightly, very tightly. He couldn't resist and soon, his arms and legs and back were in whatever they were putting on him. There was also a firm fitting collar of some kind around his neck. It fitted snugly but it was not uncomfortable.
"And now, the interesting part,"said Bob. He was standing where the sailor's crotch was within easy reach. He took one of the blocks of flesh toned rubber and lay it over the sailor's loose, low hanging balls. It was surprisingly cool to touch, despite it being made of rubber. It was coated on one side with the sticky lube glue and it fitted nicely over the sailor's low balls. There was a cavity or channel on the top surface which looked like it was meant for a flaccid cock, which it was. Bob took a brush and liberally applied the special lube glue onto the upper surface. He then reached for a rubber tube which was embedded in the suit and started slipping it into the sailor's cock. He heard a loud moan from the sailor, it was more of an instinctive reaction, Bob felt, he had already lubed up the tube with his special lube glue so friction was minimal and when his lube glue was still in its lube state, it was very, very slippery and slick. He fed it in slowly but the only way that it could slip in was that the cock be placed in the cavity, which was exactly what Bob did.
Feeling helpless and now humiliated, Bill could feel someone doing something with his cock and balls. Something had been put over his cock, it felt very cool to his balls but his balls showed no sigh of drawing up tight to his body, and now, somebody had laid his cock flat on something cool as well and was pushing something into him. He moaned loudly as they did this, he wanted very much to speak but he couldn't. He felt very relaxed somehow, and very helpless, and very disinclined to move or do anything.
Once the cock bonded in place to the first block of rubber and the tube inside his cock had bonded in place, Bob took out another piece of rubber. He first applied a liberal coating of the lube glue onto the sailor's flaccid cock. He saw it try to get hard as it did and this was followed by another moan. He grinned. This sailor boy wasn't going to get hard for a very long time, not that he would miss it.
Craig and Roy, meanwhile, stood close behind, observing the procedure with great interest. As much as they wished to be a part of the action other than as observers, they knew that only Bob could do this delicate part of the procedure, after all, he came up with everything.
When Bob saw that the shine of the lube glue was fading, he knew that it was turning into glue and quickly placed another piece of rubber in place, now, entrapping the stud's cock. His balls were already trapped between the suit and the first piece of rubber. The channel was slightly smaller than Bob would have liked it to be but his subject was more well endowed that he had estimated. A fit that was a little more snug wouldn't hurt, Bob decided.
Bill felt something brush over his cock and he felt aroused and his cock wanted to get hard but it couldn't, something was holding it down and making sure it stayed the same size. This and the tube in his cock sent a sear of pain through his cock and his cock instantly returned to its flaccid state. After that, as the cool liquid brushed over his cock seemed to dry, something was placed over his cock. He could feel his cock being sandwiched between something now, completely trapped in something.
"Okay boys, lube him and zip him up!"said Bob.
Roy and Craig grabbed hold of a brush each and liberally coated the exposed torso and pecs and abs of the muscular stud before them and then Ray grabbed the zip before Craig could, and pulled it up. It wasn't so easy to pull it because it meant that it was pulling the two sides of the rubber suit together and the rubber was rather resistant to stretching. It took a while before the suit was finally zipped up but it was worth the effort. The rubber hugged the sailor's muscular and toned body perfectly, like a second skin, showing off every muscle on his body.
Bill could feel them doing something, he didn't know what, but something was squeezing him hard, all over it seemed. Breathing became hard, but not difficult.
Bob had pushed the trolley a little further up the length of their piss boy to be and took the thin, long plastic tubes from the basin and held them till the liquid dripped out and then lubed them up. He brought them to the sailor's nostrils and he saw the sailor's eyes open wide with horror. He had probably guessed where the tubes were going to be placed
"Don't worry boy, it isn't going to hurt,"said Bob. "Much,"he added as an afterthought when the sailor moaned again as he slipped the tube into the first nostril
Bill was horrfied. He still couldn't think clearly but one of the guys was now putting something inside his nose! He could feel it, cold and smooth and slippery, going down inside him. It hurt a lot as it went down and then the guy stopped, only to start again with his other nostril. He could feel the tubes inside him now. They didn't seem to be obstructing his air passage, he could still breath pretty well, very well in fact, Bill realized, the tubes seemed to aid his breathing rather than deter it.
"Now for the tough part,"said Bob, more to himself the rubber coated sailor but from the expression in the sailor's eyes, he probably heard it.
What tought part? Bill thought. What else are they going to do to me?
Bob took the longer tube out of the basin and waited for the water to drip dry and coated it with a lot of lube.
"Hold his mouth open boys,"said Bob.
Roy squeezed the side of the sailor's mouth, forcing his mouth open, really wide open. Bob took the end of the tube without the pump and fed it into the sailor's mouth. As expected the sailor choked and gagged and Bob paused. He waited till the sailor had stopped gagging before feeding more down. It was a slow process, feeding a little down, waiting, and then feeding more down.
Bill wanted to scream with pain, if he could, they were putting something inside him now, he didn't know what it was, but it felt like some tube of some kind, he choked and gagged but they continued to feed it into him when he stopped gagging. After what seemed like hours, they stopped.
Some of the tube was still sticking out of sailor's mouth but that was intentional.
"Now the dental trays, Craig, quickly!"said Bob as he held the tube in place, somewhere near the centre of the mouth and Roy felt his fingers getting sore as he continued to apply pressure on the sailor's cheeks.
Craig quickly lifted two black pieces of rubber and slipped them over the sailor's teeth and Roy released his grip on the sailor's cheeks. The sailor's mouth shut automatically and the trays fitted perfectly, closing around the tube that was sticking out of the sailor's mouth. Now, the sailor looked like he had black teeth or something similar, with a hard, black plastic tube sticking out of it.
Bill was completely horrfied now, they had placed something in over his teeth and let him shut his mouth. The things over his teeth somehow held the tube that was in his mouth and when he tried to open his mouth to speak, he couldn't! The things on his teeth had fused together and to his teeth! He couldn't open his mouth any more!
"Now boy,"said Bob to the sailor. "We're going to pump something into your mouth now. Don't swallow it all right?"
Bill wasn't really listening, he was still horrfied from what had been done to him. He then felt something in his mouth, it was warm, and tasted very much like hot rubber, thick and sticky and warm. He didn't want to let whatever they were feeding him end up inside him! He desprately tried to use his tongue to block the flow. Whatever the stuff was, it had started to solidify and he couldn't move his tongue any more. It wasn't flowing down his throat, but it was filling his mouth up, he could feel the liquid flow every where in his mouth, the taste of rubber, strong and penetrating, and it filled his mouth up and soon solidified
"How is he?"Bill heard one of the men say.
"Reacting well,"said another, the one who had done most of the things. "I think he should adjust to his new life pretty well."
"Yeah,"said the one who had held his mouth open.
"You thirsty boy?"said the second man who spoke. "Let me get you something to drink boy." Bill saw the man put a funnel into the tube sticking out of his mouth and poured something down the funnel. "And we can test whether the pump works as well."
"You mean you didn't test it before?"said the one who hadn't done anything so far.
"I did,"said the man now pouring something into Bill's mouth but Bill couldn't feel anything in his mouth. He could feel something sloushing down the tube in his throat and somehow collecting there but nothing else.
"Let me test it,"said the one who had held his mouth open.
"Oh all right,"said one of them, removing the funnel from his mouth.
Rob, Craig and Bob moved away to the centre of the table where the sailor's crotch was. A rather large bulge could be seen at his crotch. Roy reached out and pressed it. They heard a faint moan from the sailor and also a gurgling sound.
"Well, it worked!"said Roy, excited.
"Of course it worked,"said Bob, rather annoyed by Roy's tone but Roy didn't notice.
Bill head the conversation from his end. He didn't know what was happening but when someone applied pressure on his cock, he felt an intense orgasm, his cock was reacting even though it was flaccid, he could feel himself cumming, his hot cum filling up the tube in his cock and flowing out. At the same time, there was a soft vibration in his mouth and the liquid was drained away. He could feel the liquid hitting the sides of the tube and rushing down inside him.
"Did you enjoy that boy?"said one of the men, coming back, the one who had fed him.
Bill did, it was one of the most intense orgasm he had ever felt. What had they done to him? He'd never felt an orgasm so intense in his entire life before.
"Seems like he did Bob,"said one of the other men with a chuckle.
"Now, let me add a finishing touch,"said the one they called Bob. Bill heard a shaver being turned on and he felt it on his head. They were cutting his hair. He thought that they would shave him completely bald but they did not. "Okay boys, let's move him out!"
"Can't we play with him a little longer,"said Criag. "I want to flush him out too."
"Not now Criag,"said Bob. "You can play with him later. He won't be running away."
"Not when we're through with him!"said the one called Craig with a laugh.
Bill felt a chill. What were they going to do to him? What did ….. Bob and Craig mean by that?
They lifted him bodily back onto the stretched, strapped his rubber coated body in and brought him down a flight of stairs. Where were they taking him? Bill wondered. The place seemed oddly familiar… Through the rubber, he could smell cement and as they set him down on the floor, he turned his head and saw something large and white and shiny….like a urinal, lying in a corner.
They unstrapped him and then lifted him up, bringing him to a wall, the wall which had just bare bricks and cement, with a number of holes, four large ones and three smaller ones.
To his horror, they turned him upside down and started doing things to his arms and legs.
Roy and Craig had brought the rubberized sailor, with his new flat top hair cut, down to the toilet of their Bar and were putting him in position. They turned him upside down and were pushing his arms all the way through two large holes near the floor. Roy held the sailor in place at the torso while Craig bent his legs at the knees and inserted them down two other holes at the top.
On the other side of the warm was Bob struggling in a tight, dim, confined area with four appendages sticking out through holes in the wall at him. He squatted and dealt with the arms first, there was a tray like platform behind the holes through which the arms had been inserted and he tied them down firmly so that there was no way that the arms could be withdrawn. The legs were a lot tricker. There were cables hanging down from the ceiling, thick cables which ended in a loop of rubber. The sailor's legs feet were slipped through the rubber and tightened in place. As a fail safe, more straps went around the calves, to hold them in place. Their new piss boy was completely held in place now and would soon be ready for use.
He fixed two tubes to openings on the soles of the suit. They were connected to a pump that drew out fluid. He turned on the pump to test it and was pleased to see a trickle of white liquid being sucked out. It was the cum from when the sailor orgasmed just now, the tube from his cock lead all the way to openings in his feet.
"He's ready on this side!"Bob called out.
With a sigh of relief, Roy and Craig let go of the inverted sailor. He stayed in position and Bill was very aware that he had been released, nobody was holding on to him any more, but somehow, he was still being suspended upside down. He had felt something on his arms and legs and he was somehow being held in place.
Bob entered the joined Roy and Craig.
"Now to put the urinal in place,"said Bob. "You two fix it up and then I'll make the final connection."
Roy and Craig obeyed. Both men lifted the urinal and brought it to the wall where it parts of the urinal fitted into the small holes in the wall. The base of the urinal was above the face of the sailor, there was a large tube from the urinal's base which went backwards.
Once Roy and Craig fixed the urinal in place, they moved aside and Bob got on his knees and took the tube sticking out from the sailor's mouth and connected it to the tube in the urinal. He had to move the tube from the sailor's mouth a bit, and since it was held firmly in place by the sailor's teeth, it meant he had to move the sailor's head. He finally managed to bring both tubes together and joined them.
"Get me the sealant,"said Bob.
"Where is it?"said Criag.
"Outside, I left it outside in the corridor,"said Bob.
"You should have brought it in with you,"grumbled Craig who wanted to see as much of this hot procedure as possible.
"Yeah well, I thought that either one of you might step on it while you were working,"said Bob.
"Good point,"said Craig. He managed to push past Bob, who was on his knees, and fetched the sealant. He brought it back in and handed it to Bob who applied it to where the two pipes joined.
"Okay, we're done,"said Bob, standing up.
Bill, meanwhile, was being more and more awake by the minute but also very confused. He felt the tube from his mouth being connected to something but he didn't know what it was. He also heard something about a urinal and heard something being moved and placed over his body. He tried to struggle but he couldn't move his arms. He could move his legs but every time he moved his legs, his whole body seemed to wobble and move and the tube in his mouth hurt.
"Well sailor boy, you're a piss boy now,"said Bob. "We've installed this urinal over your body and it is connected to a tube in your mouth. I fed you a solution that has coated your digestive track by now and you will be able to process piss for food."
Bill listened in renewed horror.
"But don't worry boy,"said Bob. "You won't taste the piss, it'll be directly pumped into your digestive track. Your own piss will be drained away and discharged into the sewer."
Bill wanted to yell and scream but the solidified rubber in his mouth held his mouth shut.
"But don't worry piss boy,"said Bob. "You'll soon grow to enjoy your new role. Any one of you want to take a piss?" Bob asked the two rubber studs beside him.
"Yeah!"said Roy and Craig at the same time. They looked at each other.
"I'll go first,"said Craig. "You've been touching his cock all day."
"Oh all right,"Roy grumbled but let it pass.
"We should take a picture of this,"said Craig as he pulled his rubber pants down, exposing his swollen member. "The inaugural piss in our new toilet!"
"I'm sure none of us are going to forget it in a hurry,"said Bob.
"Especially our new piss boy,"said Criag. "Ahhhh,"he sighed as he let loose his piss in a long, steady stream.
Bill couldn't see what was happening. He saw two legs, upside down, before him, and then heard liquid splattering on a hard surface. Soon after, the smell of piss drifted down to his nose. They were really doing it! They were pissing in the urinal that they had fixed over his body!
The flow seemed to go on for a long time and smell of piss grew stronger and stronger. He heard the sounds of liquid pattering down and dripping into a pool.
The pattering noise stopped.
"Now for the part that we've all been waiting for,"said the voice. "Especially our new piss boy."
Bill felt a gentle pressure on his cock. He felt a surge of intense pleasure radiating out from deep within him, from his asshole, and also a tingle at his cock, causing him to orgasm powerfully, he could feel hot cum flow in his cock and his cock tried to pulse and twitch but to no avail as it was embedded in something hard. At the same time, he felt a vibration in his throat and he felt liquid, not…it wasn't liquid, it was piss, being pumped into his body. He couldn't even moan any more, and Bill wanted to yell in disgust and moan in pleasure but both were denied of him.
"Now its my turn,"said another voice.
No! Bill wanted to beg them not to pump any more piss into him but part of him wanted it, he needed to feel that orgasm again, it was more intense than anything he had ever felt, and he knew now that every time they 'flushed' the urinal, he would orgasm as well. He couldn't have one without the other and the need and disgust tore at him.
He didn't have a choice though because he heard the urinal being filled up again and he could only wait in anticipation of the pleasure and disgust he would soon feel.
He felt the pressure on top of his cock again and as before, the pleasure surged through his body and he orgasmed again. More piss was pumped into him. He felt intense disgust and pleasure again but pleasure won out. He needed to feel the orgasm again, he didn't care what would be pumped into his body, so as long as he felt that intense pleasure again.
"I hope you enjoyed that piss boy,"said the one called Bob. "This is what you're going to be doing for a long time. And before I forget,"he said. Bill felt some gentle vibrations over his cock but not enough to make him cum. Roy and Craig grinned when they saw what Bob had stuck in place. It looked a large silver button mounted directly over the piss boy's cock. On it, embossed in large letters, was the word 'Flush'. "Let's leave our new piss boy to rest. He's got a lot of piss to swallow tomorrow!"
"I think he'll look forward to that,"said Roy with a chuckle.
And Bill did.
* * *
The toilet became the most popular room the next evening when the bar owners announced that their toilet had been renovated and repaired and was in serviceable condition again and the guys took turns to queue up and use the toilet. The bar owners announced that using the toilet would be free for tonight but in future, a nominal sum would be charged for using the piss boy so that the piss boy can earn his keep. This was met by catcalls and jeers but Bob, Roy and Craig knew too well that the gay patrons of this rubber bar would be all too willing to pay a small sum to piss into the mouth of a willing piss boy.
As for Bill, the more piss was pumped into him, the more and more he enjoyed the orgasms. He soon grew to associate piss with orgasms and pleasure and even the smell of piss turned him on. His cock couldn't get hard any more but he could still cum. Very soon, he forgot about his old life, even his name, and slipped comfortably, completely and contentedly into the role of the New Piss Boy, drinking and enjoying the piss of other men for the rest of his life and feeling very good as he did so. There was nothing more he could ever want.
He was dressed in a sailor suit, which was exactly what he was, a sailor whose ship just docked and will be leaving in a two days. He and his mates had been allowed to explore the City and like most sailors, they hit the bars and drank. After several weeks on board the ship where drinking was not allowed, they had some serious drinking to get out of their system.
Bill had 'accidentally' got separated from his mates and was enjoying himself in a bar. He was slightly drunk when he went in already, having drank with his mates, and didn't notice what sort of bar he had stumbled into, rather nosily. Everyone in the bar had noticed him when he came in, as bar patrons tend to when someone makes either a noisy or spectacular entrance or exit.
He had consumed beer after beer after beer, getting more and more drunk by the glassful. All that beer made him feel an urge to piss and he really needed to use the men's room, only to find it was out of order, or under renovation, there were some holes drilled into the wall (which wasn't even painted over) and the urinal was left in a corner of the toilet. There wasn't even a basin and tap where he could wash his face.
Emerging from the men's room, he swore loudly, treating the patrons of the bar to a stream of profanity and swear words that could only come from a sailor who was very drunk. The next thing he knew, he was being 'gently' ushered out of the bar, after they staff of the bar helped themselves to his wallet for payment of the beer he had consumed and gaining confidence from the fact that Bill was not massively built and that he was very drunk.
A little lost and confused and quite unable to find his bearings, Bill leaned against a lamp post, feeling heartily sick and nearly felt like throwing up. He finally noticed the moving buildings on the streetn and he blinked blearily, he was sure that it shouldn't be happening.
Vaguely aware that it was getting late, though he didn't know how late he was, Bill knew he should be getting back on his ship. If he was any more sober, he would have realized that going back to his ship smelling of alcohol and drunk would be a very bad idea but that didn't occur to Bill at the moment, through his alcoholic haze, a lot of things didn't occur to him. He only thought of his bunk. Groggily, he stumbled through the dimly lit and unfamiliar streets.
A van pulled up beside him and stopped, its engines still running. Bill hardly looked at it. He thought he heard something like the a vehicle door opening just beside him. He didn't pay much attention that either.
Suddenly, he felt a piece of cloth that was wet and smelt strange pressed over his face and Bill found himself slipping into the welcome embrace of unconsciousness..
* * *
"Come on Craig,"said a man dressed in a skin tight black rubber shirt and matching pants to another man dressed in similiar clothing as he struggled with the unconscious sailor who had just crumpled up. He held a cloth in his hand and was endeavoring to hold it as far away from his face as possible . His partner was just as well developed, only a little broader and beefier. Both of them were standing beside the van with which had its side door open. "Let's get the boy in the van."
"Shut up Ray,"said Craig. Ray's voice seemed very loud in the quiet street. Hs he tried to lift the unconscious sailor but he couldn't get enough leverage.. "On the count of three Ray, we lift him together. One...two...three!"
One of them caught hold of his feet and the other grabbed slipper his hands under his shoulders. Ray, who had lifting his shoulders, carried him up and backed into the van, drawing the unconscious figure in with him while Craig followed him in, carring the sailor's legs.
The van was empty inside and rather dark. Craig and Ray dumped the unconscious sailor a stretcher of some kind and strapped him in. Craig slammed the door shut.
"Okay, he's in and secure!"Craig shouted and the van engine roared to life and sped away. "Let's move it!"
The engine roared to life and they all lurched forward.
"Not so loud,"hissed Ray,"you'll wake him."
"Nah, with the dose of choloform I gave him, he'll be out for a while,"said Craig. "And by the time he comes round, we'll have started."
"I would rather that by the time he comes round, we would have finished,"said Ray, giving the sedated man lying in a crumpled heap on the floor a critical look. He had a good build, Ray had to admit, and it showed even under his sailor uniform. His arms were muscular, that Ray could see for sure, but not much else other than he had a good build. His hair was cut short, with something like a flat top that looked like looked as if it had gone too long without a proper trim. The sides were still short though. He had a young, smooth face and his mouth was currently opened as he snored gently. With every breath, both Craig and Ray could smell more and more alcohol. It seemed to fill up the entire van. Both of them enjoyed drinking beer, it never occurred to either of them that they could dislike the smell of alcohol but it seemed that it was quite possible, especially when one had a drunk person in a small, enclosed area.
"Now what fun will that be?"said Craig. "He ought to be awake to see what happens so that he knows."
"And if he tries to make a run for it?"said Ray.
"Our boy will be too groggy to run,"said Craig.
"He'll need a good wash when we get back,"said Ray as he tried not to breath too deeply. "I hope we have enough time to do every thing."
"Plenty of time for everything,"said Craig confidently.
"We need really need to get it fixed,"said Ray.
"It'll be fixed by tomorrow night,"said Craig.
Neither of them mentioned what 'it' happened to be but obviously both of them knew what they were talking about.
"We should strip him off now,"said Ray looking hungrily at the young muscle stud lying unconscious before him. He was undressing the sailor over and over again in his mind and couldn't wait till they really undressed him and see what lay underneath the uniform.
"Now, you know Bob likes to be there when we do that,"said Craig.
"Damn right you are,"somebody called from the driver's seat. "Don't you touch that boy until we get back."
Ray swore softly under his breath. Bob had amazingly sharp ears.
The van drew to a halt after a short while. It was a very short while, barely five minutes.
"Okay boys, let's get our new piss boy ready for his new role,"said Bob as he opened the door of the rear van and waited for Craig and Ray to carry the still slumbering man out on the stretcher. Bob the eldest of the three, while Craig came in second. Their age difference was by about one or two years, but Bob looked a lot more matured than the other two did and usually took charge, while the other two were happy to submit and obey.
Their van had stopped behind a building and, after making sure that the coast was clear, they carried him through a door and then up a flight of stairs and into a room. The room seemed to be set up to a be a rubber play room and dungeon at the same time. There was some a large work table in the centre of the room and some equpiment laid out on a smaller table beside him.
They unstrapped unconscious sailor and then transferred him from the stretcher onto the table. Jeff and Craig heaved a sigh of relief.
"Come on boys,"said Bob. "We ain't got no time to waste. We have plenty to do tonight."
"Yeah yeah, let us get a breather,'said Craig who was panting heavily, breathing alochol flavoured air. The unconscious sailor had looked a lot heavier than he did.
Bob, however, was already getting ready. He helped himself to the sailor's wallet and rummaged through it. He found the sailor's identification with his age and address and nationality on it. He tossed it aside.
"Let's start work boys,"said Bob.
Taking pairs of surgical scissors, they swiftly cut away Bill's uniform. It was a lot slower than they would have liked because the material of the uniform was thick and it wasn't easy to cut through it. Finally, they head the sailor's uniform off, leaving him in his briefs. He was very well muscled and very smooth.
"A good pick Bob,"said Craig, rubbing his hand in a slow, circular motion on Bill's well developed pecs. "He'll do fine."
"Of course he will,"said Bill with a snort. He sliced off the sailor's briefs exposing him completely. The sailor was quite well endowed.
"Pity he's not going to use this again for a little while,"said Craig picking up the sailor's limp cock and then letting it fall on his well defined abs. The now stripped sailor continued to slumber.
"Stop playing with him. You can play later. We need to get him cleaned up boys,"said Bob. "Craig, you clean him up, Roy, you shave his cock and balls. Make sure he's completely smooth. Then flush him out."
"At both ends?"grinned Craig.
"Both ends,"said Bob.
"I'll do his cock,"said Roy quickly.
"Oh yeah, and leave his butthole to me,"grumbled Craig but he didn't seem particularly displeased.
They set to work, Craig sponged the comatose sailor down with a solution had both antispectic and hair removal properties. Roy took a razor blade and shaving cream and set to work on the sailor's cock and balls. Both of them evidently enjoyed their tasks and performed with enthusiasm. As Craig cleaned, the smell of alcohol gradually faded.
Bob meanwhile started getting ready a few other things. One of them was a long, plastic tube, it was not particularly large but it was rather long. It connected to a mouth piece a very small device before returning to be a normal tube again. Another was a rubber suit that looked as if it was meant for someone half the size of a human. He dumped the long plastic tube into what looked like a large basin of boiling water, steam rose from it in vast clouds. Along with the larger plastic tube he placed two smaller plastic tubes.
Meanwhile, Craig and Roy had finished up their cleaning and shaving of the sailor's body and he smelt a lot fresher. With Roy's help, Craig manage to raise and spread both of the sailor's legs by slipping them into rubber loops hanging from the ceiling so that he could work easily. Craig lubed up an enema nozzle and slipped the rather large nozzle up the sailor's tight asshole. He was probably straight, Craig grinned to himself as he pushed it further until it would go no further, and probably never had anything inside there, at least, not anything quite so large or long or thick. He then filled it the sailor's asshole up with a special solution that Bob had mixed up. At the other end, Roy spread the lube on a clear plastic catether and gently fed it down into the sailor's piss slit. Piss began to flow and it was being emptied into a bag.
Roy played with the sailor's cock, enjoying his exploration of the unconscious sailor stud's most private parts. Although his cock was flaccid, Roy was still very aroused playing with it. Craig was also stroking the sailor's buttocks affectionately/
When the piss no longer flowed, Roy disconnected the free end of the tube from the piss filled bag and connected it to another bag, this one filled with a solution to be pumped into the sailor. He activated a pump and the bag was slowly drained, the clear solution slowly being pumped into the sailor's bladder.
After a few minutes, Craig emptied out the sailor's ass and then pumped him up again while Roy did the same with the sailor's bladder. It was important that the subject be as clean as possible, Bob had emphasized it over and over again which was why Craig and Roy were being especially cautious.
Finally, both of them drained the sailor of the liquids they pumped into him. Both liquids came out clear the second time round. As they removed the nozzle and tube from him, he began to stirr.
"Hey Bob, he's waking up,"Roy called out.
* * *
Bill opened his eyes. The lights hurt his eyes and he closed them again. He felt very groggy, very confused and very, very drunk. It had to be positively the worse hang over he ever had. He couldn't remember ever feeling this bad from drinking.
"Hey Bob! He's waking up!"
The voice felt like a sledgehammer on his ear drums and started a pounding in his head.
"That's good,"said Bob. He was standing beside the sailor, inexpecting Craig and Roy's handiwork. They had done well. "Wake up boy, you're missing out on all the fun."
That didn't sound like anybody I know! Bill thought groggily and forced his eyes open. He saw three unfamiliar faces standing over him. He tried to open his mouth to speak but it didn't seem to. It just remained closed, he could only look but not react.
"Let's get started then boys,"said Bob. He had trolley beside him on which a large butt plug which had been specially modified without the flared base, the basin of still steaming water and a shiny black rubber suit. Those were some of the more identifiable things, the other things looked like odd shapes of flesh toned rubber.
Bill tried to make heads or tails of his situation. He was…. naked, and that wasn't all. His legs were somehow suspended in the air, in some form of stirrups. He tried to speak again and only managed to make a faint moaning noise.
"It'll be over soon piss boy,"said one of the strangers. "And you'll be ready for your new life and your new job."
New life, new job? Bill thought. Were these people in the Navy too? He couldn't see what they were wearing clearly but it was black coloured. And what did they mean by piss boy?
Bob brought the lubricated butt plug to his asshole and teased it gently. He deliberated as to whether he ought to show the large butt plug to the stud but decided not to and keep him guessing.
Bill could feel something at his asshole but he didn't know what it was. It felt cool and he felt something trying to force its way in. He felt too relaxed and groggy to fight and when the next instant, something slid all the way into him. He moaned again but that seemed to be the only noise he could make. What had they put in him? What were they doing to him?
Bob smiled as he encountered resistance as he pushed the buttplug in but with the amount of special lube he applied, he was sure that it would go in sooner or later, and he did, the young sailor's tight asshole swallowed the special rubber butt plug completely. All that was left was small part of it, sticking out. It was way too small to pull the butt plug with and given its size, it was quite impossible for the stud to try and force it out and would be lodged in his asshole permanently. And to made sure that it stayed there, the lubricant would slowly turn to glue as it dried, fusing the rectum walls to the butt plug.
"Now for the suit boys,"said Bob.
Suit? Bill thought groggily.
Rob and Craig unfolded the black rubbery suit and started to put it on their still drugged subject. It stretched so that it fitted tightly and easily over the subject. The interior of the suit had been completely lubed so that it was easy to slide it on him. Unfortunately, that also meant that they had to be careful or they would end up with some of the lube on themselves. As it would turn into a very powerful glue and binding agent upon drying, none of them were anxious to get any of it on themselves. It was not a standard rubber suit. Most suits zipped up at the back but this one zipped up on the front, beginning at the crotch and going up all the way to the collar. The collar was particular interesting, the two halves of the collar were made of a rubber right which was rather thick in a flat sort of way, so it could only be felt and not seen. Although the suit was designed to stretch, it took a lot of effort to get it to stretch in the first place by the time they had the suit completely on their limp sailor, they were all hot and sweaty. A wire that was embedded in the rubber of the suit, made of a conducting polymer, touched the part sticking out of the sailor's ass and it went 'click' very softly.
Bill felt them do something to him, they were putting something on to him, it felt like a wet suit of some kind, but it was very slippery and it seemed to really stretch over his skin and it hugged his skin tightly, very tightly. He couldn't resist and soon, his arms and legs and back were in whatever they were putting on him. There was also a firm fitting collar of some kind around his neck. It fitted snugly but it was not uncomfortable.
"And now, the interesting part,"said Bob. He was standing where the sailor's crotch was within easy reach. He took one of the blocks of flesh toned rubber and lay it over the sailor's loose, low hanging balls. It was surprisingly cool to touch, despite it being made of rubber. It was coated on one side with the sticky lube glue and it fitted nicely over the sailor's low balls. There was a cavity or channel on the top surface which looked like it was meant for a flaccid cock, which it was. Bob took a brush and liberally applied the special lube glue onto the upper surface. He then reached for a rubber tube which was embedded in the suit and started slipping it into the sailor's cock. He heard a loud moan from the sailor, it was more of an instinctive reaction, Bob felt, he had already lubed up the tube with his special lube glue so friction was minimal and when his lube glue was still in its lube state, it was very, very slippery and slick. He fed it in slowly but the only way that it could slip in was that the cock be placed in the cavity, which was exactly what Bob did.
Feeling helpless and now humiliated, Bill could feel someone doing something with his cock and balls. Something had been put over his cock, it felt very cool to his balls but his balls showed no sigh of drawing up tight to his body, and now, somebody had laid his cock flat on something cool as well and was pushing something into him. He moaned loudly as they did this, he wanted very much to speak but he couldn't. He felt very relaxed somehow, and very helpless, and very disinclined to move or do anything.
Once the cock bonded in place to the first block of rubber and the tube inside his cock had bonded in place, Bob took out another piece of rubber. He first applied a liberal coating of the lube glue onto the sailor's flaccid cock. He saw it try to get hard as it did and this was followed by another moan. He grinned. This sailor boy wasn't going to get hard for a very long time, not that he would miss it.
Craig and Roy, meanwhile, stood close behind, observing the procedure with great interest. As much as they wished to be a part of the action other than as observers, they knew that only Bob could do this delicate part of the procedure, after all, he came up with everything.
When Bob saw that the shine of the lube glue was fading, he knew that it was turning into glue and quickly placed another piece of rubber in place, now, entrapping the stud's cock. His balls were already trapped between the suit and the first piece of rubber. The channel was slightly smaller than Bob would have liked it to be but his subject was more well endowed that he had estimated. A fit that was a little more snug wouldn't hurt, Bob decided.
Bill felt something brush over his cock and he felt aroused and his cock wanted to get hard but it couldn't, something was holding it down and making sure it stayed the same size. This and the tube in his cock sent a sear of pain through his cock and his cock instantly returned to its flaccid state. After that, as the cool liquid brushed over his cock seemed to dry, something was placed over his cock. He could feel his cock being sandwiched between something now, completely trapped in something.
"Okay boys, lube him and zip him up!"said Bob.
Roy and Craig grabbed hold of a brush each and liberally coated the exposed torso and pecs and abs of the muscular stud before them and then Ray grabbed the zip before Craig could, and pulled it up. It wasn't so easy to pull it because it meant that it was pulling the two sides of the rubber suit together and the rubber was rather resistant to stretching. It took a while before the suit was finally zipped up but it was worth the effort. The rubber hugged the sailor's muscular and toned body perfectly, like a second skin, showing off every muscle on his body.
Bill could feel them doing something, he didn't know what, but something was squeezing him hard, all over it seemed. Breathing became hard, but not difficult.
Bob had pushed the trolley a little further up the length of their piss boy to be and took the thin, long plastic tubes from the basin and held them till the liquid dripped out and then lubed them up. He brought them to the sailor's nostrils and he saw the sailor's eyes open wide with horror. He had probably guessed where the tubes were going to be placed
"Don't worry boy, it isn't going to hurt,"said Bob. "Much,"he added as an afterthought when the sailor moaned again as he slipped the tube into the first nostril
Bill was horrfied. He still couldn't think clearly but one of the guys was now putting something inside his nose! He could feel it, cold and smooth and slippery, going down inside him. It hurt a lot as it went down and then the guy stopped, only to start again with his other nostril. He could feel the tubes inside him now. They didn't seem to be obstructing his air passage, he could still breath pretty well, very well in fact, Bill realized, the tubes seemed to aid his breathing rather than deter it.
"Now for the tough part,"said Bob, more to himself the rubber coated sailor but from the expression in the sailor's eyes, he probably heard it.
What tought part? Bill thought. What else are they going to do to me?
Bob took the longer tube out of the basin and waited for the water to drip dry and coated it with a lot of lube.
"Hold his mouth open boys,"said Bob.
Roy squeezed the side of the sailor's mouth, forcing his mouth open, really wide open. Bob took the end of the tube without the pump and fed it into the sailor's mouth. As expected the sailor choked and gagged and Bob paused. He waited till the sailor had stopped gagging before feeding more down. It was a slow process, feeding a little down, waiting, and then feeding more down.
Bill wanted to scream with pain, if he could, they were putting something inside him now, he didn't know what it was, but it felt like some tube of some kind, he choked and gagged but they continued to feed it into him when he stopped gagging. After what seemed like hours, they stopped.
Some of the tube was still sticking out of sailor's mouth but that was intentional.
"Now the dental trays, Craig, quickly!"said Bob as he held the tube in place, somewhere near the centre of the mouth and Roy felt his fingers getting sore as he continued to apply pressure on the sailor's cheeks.
Craig quickly lifted two black pieces of rubber and slipped them over the sailor's teeth and Roy released his grip on the sailor's cheeks. The sailor's mouth shut automatically and the trays fitted perfectly, closing around the tube that was sticking out of the sailor's mouth. Now, the sailor looked like he had black teeth or something similar, with a hard, black plastic tube sticking out of it.
Bill was completely horrfied now, they had placed something in over his teeth and let him shut his mouth. The things over his teeth somehow held the tube that was in his mouth and when he tried to open his mouth to speak, he couldn't! The things on his teeth had fused together and to his teeth! He couldn't open his mouth any more!
"Now boy,"said Bob to the sailor. "We're going to pump something into your mouth now. Don't swallow it all right?"
Bill wasn't really listening, he was still horrfied from what had been done to him. He then felt something in his mouth, it was warm, and tasted very much like hot rubber, thick and sticky and warm. He didn't want to let whatever they were feeding him end up inside him! He desprately tried to use his tongue to block the flow. Whatever the stuff was, it had started to solidify and he couldn't move his tongue any more. It wasn't flowing down his throat, but it was filling his mouth up, he could feel the liquid flow every where in his mouth, the taste of rubber, strong and penetrating, and it filled his mouth up and soon solidified
"How is he?"Bill heard one of the men say.
"Reacting well,"said another, the one who had done most of the things. "I think he should adjust to his new life pretty well."
"Yeah,"said the one who had held his mouth open.
"You thirsty boy?"said the second man who spoke. "Let me get you something to drink boy." Bill saw the man put a funnel into the tube sticking out of his mouth and poured something down the funnel. "And we can test whether the pump works as well."
"You mean you didn't test it before?"said the one who hadn't done anything so far.
"I did,"said the man now pouring something into Bill's mouth but Bill couldn't feel anything in his mouth. He could feel something sloushing down the tube in his throat and somehow collecting there but nothing else.
"Let me test it,"said the one who had held his mouth open.
"Oh all right,"said one of them, removing the funnel from his mouth.
Rob, Craig and Bob moved away to the centre of the table where the sailor's crotch was. A rather large bulge could be seen at his crotch. Roy reached out and pressed it. They heard a faint moan from the sailor and also a gurgling sound.
"Well, it worked!"said Roy, excited.
"Of course it worked,"said Bob, rather annoyed by Roy's tone but Roy didn't notice.
Bill head the conversation from his end. He didn't know what was happening but when someone applied pressure on his cock, he felt an intense orgasm, his cock was reacting even though it was flaccid, he could feel himself cumming, his hot cum filling up the tube in his cock and flowing out. At the same time, there was a soft vibration in his mouth and the liquid was drained away. He could feel the liquid hitting the sides of the tube and rushing down inside him.
"Did you enjoy that boy?"said one of the men, coming back, the one who had fed him.
Bill did, it was one of the most intense orgasm he had ever felt. What had they done to him? He'd never felt an orgasm so intense in his entire life before.
"Seems like he did Bob,"said one of the other men with a chuckle.
"Now, let me add a finishing touch,"said the one they called Bob. Bill heard a shaver being turned on and he felt it on his head. They were cutting his hair. He thought that they would shave him completely bald but they did not. "Okay boys, let's move him out!"
"Can't we play with him a little longer,"said Criag. "I want to flush him out too."
"Not now Criag,"said Bob. "You can play with him later. He won't be running away."
"Not when we're through with him!"said the one called Craig with a laugh.
Bill felt a chill. What were they going to do to him? What did ….. Bob and Craig mean by that?
They lifted him bodily back onto the stretched, strapped his rubber coated body in and brought him down a flight of stairs. Where were they taking him? Bill wondered. The place seemed oddly familiar… Through the rubber, he could smell cement and as they set him down on the floor, he turned his head and saw something large and white and shiny….like a urinal, lying in a corner.
They unstrapped him and then lifted him up, bringing him to a wall, the wall which had just bare bricks and cement, with a number of holes, four large ones and three smaller ones.
To his horror, they turned him upside down and started doing things to his arms and legs.
Roy and Craig had brought the rubberized sailor, with his new flat top hair cut, down to the toilet of their Bar and were putting him in position. They turned him upside down and were pushing his arms all the way through two large holes near the floor. Roy held the sailor in place at the torso while Craig bent his legs at the knees and inserted them down two other holes at the top.
On the other side of the warm was Bob struggling in a tight, dim, confined area with four appendages sticking out through holes in the wall at him. He squatted and dealt with the arms first, there was a tray like platform behind the holes through which the arms had been inserted and he tied them down firmly so that there was no way that the arms could be withdrawn. The legs were a lot tricker. There were cables hanging down from the ceiling, thick cables which ended in a loop of rubber. The sailor's legs feet were slipped through the rubber and tightened in place. As a fail safe, more straps went around the calves, to hold them in place. Their new piss boy was completely held in place now and would soon be ready for use.
He fixed two tubes to openings on the soles of the suit. They were connected to a pump that drew out fluid. He turned on the pump to test it and was pleased to see a trickle of white liquid being sucked out. It was the cum from when the sailor orgasmed just now, the tube from his cock lead all the way to openings in his feet.
"He's ready on this side!"Bob called out.
With a sigh of relief, Roy and Craig let go of the inverted sailor. He stayed in position and Bill was very aware that he had been released, nobody was holding on to him any more, but somehow, he was still being suspended upside down. He had felt something on his arms and legs and he was somehow being held in place.
Bob entered the joined Roy and Craig.
"Now to put the urinal in place,"said Bob. "You two fix it up and then I'll make the final connection."
Roy and Craig obeyed. Both men lifted the urinal and brought it to the wall where it parts of the urinal fitted into the small holes in the wall. The base of the urinal was above the face of the sailor, there was a large tube from the urinal's base which went backwards.
Once Roy and Craig fixed the urinal in place, they moved aside and Bob got on his knees and took the tube sticking out from the sailor's mouth and connected it to the tube in the urinal. He had to move the tube from the sailor's mouth a bit, and since it was held firmly in place by the sailor's teeth, it meant he had to move the sailor's head. He finally managed to bring both tubes together and joined them.
"Get me the sealant,"said Bob.
"Where is it?"said Criag.
"Outside, I left it outside in the corridor,"said Bob.
"You should have brought it in with you,"grumbled Craig who wanted to see as much of this hot procedure as possible.
"Yeah well, I thought that either one of you might step on it while you were working,"said Bob.
"Good point,"said Craig. He managed to push past Bob, who was on his knees, and fetched the sealant. He brought it back in and handed it to Bob who applied it to where the two pipes joined.
"Okay, we're done,"said Bob, standing up.
Bill, meanwhile, was being more and more awake by the minute but also very confused. He felt the tube from his mouth being connected to something but he didn't know what it was. He also heard something about a urinal and heard something being moved and placed over his body. He tried to struggle but he couldn't move his arms. He could move his legs but every time he moved his legs, his whole body seemed to wobble and move and the tube in his mouth hurt.
"Well sailor boy, you're a piss boy now,"said Bob. "We've installed this urinal over your body and it is connected to a tube in your mouth. I fed you a solution that has coated your digestive track by now and you will be able to process piss for food."
Bill listened in renewed horror.
"But don't worry boy,"said Bob. "You won't taste the piss, it'll be directly pumped into your digestive track. Your own piss will be drained away and discharged into the sewer."
Bill wanted to yell and scream but the solidified rubber in his mouth held his mouth shut.
"But don't worry piss boy,"said Bob. "You'll soon grow to enjoy your new role. Any one of you want to take a piss?" Bob asked the two rubber studs beside him.
"Yeah!"said Roy and Craig at the same time. They looked at each other.
"I'll go first,"said Craig. "You've been touching his cock all day."
"Oh all right,"Roy grumbled but let it pass.
"We should take a picture of this,"said Craig as he pulled his rubber pants down, exposing his swollen member. "The inaugural piss in our new toilet!"
"I'm sure none of us are going to forget it in a hurry,"said Bob.
"Especially our new piss boy,"said Criag. "Ahhhh,"he sighed as he let loose his piss in a long, steady stream.
Bill couldn't see what was happening. He saw two legs, upside down, before him, and then heard liquid splattering on a hard surface. Soon after, the smell of piss drifted down to his nose. They were really doing it! They were pissing in the urinal that they had fixed over his body!
The flow seemed to go on for a long time and smell of piss grew stronger and stronger. He heard the sounds of liquid pattering down and dripping into a pool.
The pattering noise stopped.
"Now for the part that we've all been waiting for,"said the voice. "Especially our new piss boy."
Bill felt a gentle pressure on his cock. He felt a surge of intense pleasure radiating out from deep within him, from his asshole, and also a tingle at his cock, causing him to orgasm powerfully, he could feel hot cum flow in his cock and his cock tried to pulse and twitch but to no avail as it was embedded in something hard. At the same time, he felt a vibration in his throat and he felt liquid, not…it wasn't liquid, it was piss, being pumped into his body. He couldn't even moan any more, and Bill wanted to yell in disgust and moan in pleasure but both were denied of him.
"Now its my turn,"said another voice.
No! Bill wanted to beg them not to pump any more piss into him but part of him wanted it, he needed to feel that orgasm again, it was more intense than anything he had ever felt, and he knew now that every time they 'flushed' the urinal, he would orgasm as well. He couldn't have one without the other and the need and disgust tore at him.
He didn't have a choice though because he heard the urinal being filled up again and he could only wait in anticipation of the pleasure and disgust he would soon feel.
He felt the pressure on top of his cock again and as before, the pleasure surged through his body and he orgasmed again. More piss was pumped into him. He felt intense disgust and pleasure again but pleasure won out. He needed to feel the orgasm again, he didn't care what would be pumped into his body, so as long as he felt that intense pleasure again.
"I hope you enjoyed that piss boy,"said the one called Bob. "This is what you're going to be doing for a long time. And before I forget,"he said. Bill felt some gentle vibrations over his cock but not enough to make him cum. Roy and Craig grinned when they saw what Bob had stuck in place. It looked a large silver button mounted directly over the piss boy's cock. On it, embossed in large letters, was the word 'Flush'. "Let's leave our new piss boy to rest. He's got a lot of piss to swallow tomorrow!"
"I think he'll look forward to that,"said Roy with a chuckle.
And Bill did.
* * *
The toilet became the most popular room the next evening when the bar owners announced that their toilet had been renovated and repaired and was in serviceable condition again and the guys took turns to queue up and use the toilet. The bar owners announced that using the toilet would be free for tonight but in future, a nominal sum would be charged for using the piss boy so that the piss boy can earn his keep. This was met by catcalls and jeers but Bob, Roy and Craig knew too well that the gay patrons of this rubber bar would be all too willing to pay a small sum to piss into the mouth of a willing piss boy.
As for Bill, the more piss was pumped into him, the more and more he enjoyed the orgasms. He soon grew to associate piss with orgasms and pleasure and even the smell of piss turned him on. His cock couldn't get hard any more but he could still cum. Very soon, he forgot about his old life, even his name, and slipped comfortably, completely and contentedly into the role of the New Piss Boy, drinking and enjoying the piss of other men for the rest of his life and feeling very good as he did so. There was nothing more he could ever want.