Pissturbia Chapter 1 - 5

Written by Waderboy


Chapter One

Joe handed over his money to the bored shop assistant and tucked the newspaper inside his jacket. He looked out onto the rain soaked street and cursed his bad luck. Only two more days and he would be homeless. Returning to the small bedsit, which was on one of the busiest roads in London’s fashionable Islington. Joe trudged up to the top floor of the once beautiful Victorian house. Inserting the key into the battered door he looked down at his feet. The rain had made his shoes sodden and he could feel his toes squish inside wet socks. There was a small pool of water radiating from the shoes which, in the darkness, looked like black blood, the sort of bad visual effect used in a Hammer horror film.

God! How he hated wet feet!

Once inside he shucked off his shoes and socks placing them by the radiator. Despondently he opened the newspaper, not to read the latest local gossip, but to see if there were any flats in the area that he could afford. He searched for a pen and began to read the “Accommodation Offered” section. Nothing again, he reread the section just to check, nothing! What was he going to do? He had lived in London for six months, worked as a bartender and managed to be independent. He couldn’t go back to his parent’s, now, there was too much to explore, London, clubbing and sex.

As he stared off into himself he became aware that the newspaper had fallen from his hand and was open. The hideous table lamp that came with the furnished bedsit was casting a warm glow over a section of the paper that he had never been aware of before. “Flat Shares”. Joe’s eyes ate at the only ad in the section: Wanted. A clean, reliable male to share large house in South Islington. Own room. Use of all other facilities. Owner is a busy professional so some duties will be required. Call……….

Joe couldn’t believe his luck as he rang the doorbell of the large house. A slim man answered the door.

‘Hi, I called about the ad in the paper, about the room’

‘Oh yes’ The man looked Joe up and down very slowly and smiled.

‘Come in, I’m Tom, I’ll just get Frank, this is his house’

As the man walked away Joe’s eyes followed him along the hall and up a flight of stairs. Joe suddenly became aware that it was the man’s arse that he was watching. Why? Before his brain had time to reply to the curious question another man was descending the staircase. This one was over six-foot tall and had close cropped blond hair. He was dressed in a very faded pair of jeans that were tight enough to show his religion, an old blue Fred Perry T-shirt and what looked like Doc Martens.

‘Hi, I’m Frank, you must be Joe’

In a split second Joe snapped back into reality and realised that Frank was standing in front of him with his hand stretched out offering a hand shake. Joe took the large hand to shake, it was wet. As he withdrew his hand Joe contemplated the dampness.

‘Sorry about the wet hand but I’m washing some stuff in the bathroom’ Frank purred

‘would you like a drink, tea, coffee or some juice perhaps?’ Frank walked in front of Joe and headed for the kitchen.

‘Er, yeah, thanks, tea would be great’

Joe was in a daze, one minute he was nearly living in a cardboard box, the next he had moved into a spacious Georgian semi-detatched on the corner of a very chic square in London’s N1. It had only taken him one trip in a taxi to move all his belongings; boy was he glad to get away from that damp bedsit.

As he lay out his wardrobe in the large back bedroom he heard the front door close. He then could make out the sound of footsteps on the stairs below. Frank had returned to the bathroom. Joe thought about this for a short while and then his mind wandered off as he arranged the drawers to his satisfaction. Whistling to himself Joe decided to explore the top floor of the house.

There were only two other rooms on ‘his’ floor. A storeroom with lots of junk in it and a strange smell, a sort of subtle tire smell mixed with a sweet sugary hint. Plus ‘his’ bathroom which was directly above Frank’s. Joe could still hear Frank washing something and his curiosity got the better of him. As he lay on the cool tiled floor he could make out the sound of two voices. But hadn’t Tom, Frank’s friend, just left? Joe strained to make out what was being said. He could quite clearly make out Frank’s melodious tone but the other voice sounded hollow and distant.

Slap! What on earth was going on in there? Joe decided he would go down to the kitchen and maybe he could see into the bathroom and find out.

The trouble with old houses is they make noises when you least expect them to. As Joe crept down the stairs there was an almighty creak as one of the steps flexed under his slight weight. Frank’s head and shoulders appeared around the door of the bathroom.

‘Everything OK up there?’ he asked. Joe nodded. ‘Yeah, fine thanks, I was just going to fix myself some tea, do you want some?’ Joe noticed that Frank was stripped to the waist, he couldn’t see any further than that and flushed slightly at his conscious thought of why he would want to. Frank also had his left nipple pierced, which Joe thought was a little strange. Not because he disliked piercings but because he didn’t really think of anyone in their mid thirties as knowing about such things. Joe was sharply brought back to the conversation when Frank started to make a comment about the drink offer.

‘No thanks, maybe when I’ve finished up in here I’ll join you for a cuppa. But I’ve been drinking tea all day and it makes me piss like a race horse’ Frank winked and grinned. Joe smiled back and carried on down the stairs. As he was doing so he was sure he could hear a slight laugh and then a choking sound and some swallowing gulps.

The weekend came around and after doing the Saturday evening shift at the bar Joe headed for home. He walked up from the Underground; glad to be away from the drunken idiots that were occupying the carriages. Tired and a little sweaty he turned the corner of the square and could see the lights on in the front room of his new home. He still couldn’t believe his luck. His heart lifted at the thought of being able to have a shower and go to bed knowing that he didn’t have to look for a place to live, well at least for a while anyway.

He climbed the three steps to the front door to be met by Frank and Tom who were about to leave. Both men were dressed in what looked like motorcycle leathers but were far to shiny for that. ‘We’re off out to a club, see you later’ Frank beamed as they headed for a bike parked directly out side of the house. Joe watched as the two men drove off on the bike. He went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea. He stayed in there aware that it had started to rain. The patter of the rain lulled him into a sense of warmness as he sipped his tea.

It had been a long night and he was glad to be inside out of the rain. Joe had finished his tea and put the kettle on again for a second cup. While he was waiting for the water to boil he drank a litre of orange juice directly for a carton. The thing he hated most about his job was the constant cigarette smoke that was blown over the bar. It always took him ages to get rid of the taste. By the third cuppa his mouth no longer felt like an ashtray. It was just gone midnight and he had Sunday off, maybe he should follow Frank and Tom’s lead and go out somewhere. No, his taste buds had returned and the thought of showering and getting changed didn’t appeal.

As Joe reached the first landing he noticed that Frank’s bathroom door was ajar and that the light was still on. He glanced behind expecting Frank or Tom to there. ‘Paranoia or what’ Joe mumbled to himself. He gingerly stuck his head around the door not really knowing what or maybe who was there.

Nothing! Joe breathed a sigh of relief; at least his landlord wasn’t a serial killer. Standing in the room he saw a bizarre frame in which a suit, not too dissimilar to the ones the two guys had been wearing as they left the house, was hanging. Joe put his hand out to feel the material. It was cold and smooth. It was some kind of rubber, like a wet suit but much thinner and stronger looking.

There were no zips to be seen so the only access to the suit was at the neck, which explained the odd metal framework in which it stood. Joe looked around the room for something to stand on so he could see inside the suit. There was nothing to help and then he noticed that the frame had a ladder at the back. Joe climbed the first two rungs and put his hand inside the suit, it was smooth too. Joe wanted to get in it. Quickly pulling off his clothes Joe moved behind the frame. As he started to ascend the ladder Joe notice that his cock had begun to stir.

Strange? He puzzled. Swinging his legs over the top of the suit he noticed the same tire/sweet smell that was in the junk room only this was a lot stronger. Joe sat on the edge for what seemed like an eternity trying to decide if he should be doing this or not. While he thought about this dilemma his feet brushed against the chest of the suit, it made a rumbling sound like soft thunder, his cock lurched.

‘What the hell?’ he looked down at his hardening cock. He smiled to himself and thought ‘Oh my God I’m a pervert, one of the wet-suit and waders brigade, the ones that everyone sniggered at in the Sunday tabloids’. That had decided it for him, Joe eased himself off the top of the frame and slipped into the stretched neck of the suit. It felt cool and a little tight.

He managed to get his arms inside and wriggle his fingers into the attached gloves. Joe was now fully hard and he enjoyed the sensation of the smooth rubber against the underside of his pulsing cock. The right foot had gone into the sock shape at the end of the leg with no trouble at all but the left was being a bit difficult. As Joe tried to work his left foot into place he lost his balance. Falling from the frame and landing with a thwack on the bathroom floor. The neck of the suit snapped shut sealing him into the suit. Feeling a bit of a fool Joe collected his thoughts and stood up.

He adjusted his left foot and pulled at the neck of the suit. He wasn’t going to be found strangled by a rubber suit, in a bathroom in which he shouldn’t have been, in a house that he had only lived in for a few days, by a man he had started to have sexual feelings for…….there, he had finally worked out why he couldn’t take his eyes off Frank. His cock gave another lurch. Joe gave it a soft squeeze with his rubber-clad hand and lay down on the bathroom floor.

BANG! Joe sat up with a start. Surely they couldn’t have returned? Silence again as Joe cupped his ear to listen for more noise. It must have been his guilty imagination playing tricks on him.

Rising from the floor his mind started to wonder how the fuck was he going to get out of the suit? It must be something to do with the clamps that was holding the neck of the suit open in the first place. Joe picked up the metal ring that now lay on the floor. His heart sank as he looked at the complicated piece of machinery.

He couldn’t even assemble a table lamp from IKEA, and they had pictorial instructions, what did he think he could do with this thing. It looked to him like a medieval surgical instrument. The sight of himself in the full-length mirror and the fact that he had a raging hard on was not helping with his concentration. He needed to get out of the suit, fast!

His hands slid their way under the ruffled seal of the neck and he attempted to stretch it open. This he quickly concluded was a bad idea. Firstly the neck seal was too strong; it needed more than his strength to expand it far enough to get out. Secondly the exertion had made him sweat which made the suit cling seemingly tighter.

Joe tried to calm down. He re-examined the metal clamp but to no avail. The fear and embarrassment of what Frank was going to say when he found him made Joe sweat even more. He could feel it beginning to trickle down his back. Also, as if that wasn’t enough, all the tea and juice that he had drank earlier was starting to put pressure on his bladder.

Joe needed to piss!

‘Margaret Thatcher, John Major, Virgina Bottomley, the time-table of the number 73 bus from Stoke Newington to Victoria Train Station…….’ What more dull things could he think of to put his mind off the impending doom that was racing through his internal plumbing?

Joe thought of another tack. Fact; when he woke up most mornings he needed to piss. Fact; when this occurred he always had an erection. Fact; with an erection he couldn’t piss. Joe started to massage his cock through the rubber. It felt slick with the sweat that had built up inside mixed with a little pre cum that had oozed out when he first got into the suit.

It took no time at all for Joe to get what he thought of as his saviour stiffy. The visual stimulus staring back at him from the mirror helped too. Joe liked what he saw. He slowly moved his gloved hand across his chest. Next he found himself licking the tips of the rubber fingers before plunging one of them into his mouth. The sensations raced throughout his body.

Never mind not pissing himself if he wasn’t careful he was going to shoot his load inside the sweaty rubber suit! Joe found the affect nearly too much to bear. Only with all his will was he able to stop himself cumming.

He needed to get the suit off that was clear but how was the big question. Hopefully the earliest that the two guys would return was 2am. He found his watch on the floor.

Shit! It was 1:10 already!

Joe tried at the neck of the suit again, no way; it would take two to get the thing off that way.

Sinking to the floor it was time to face the fact that he was going to have to explain why he was in Frank’s bathroom and in this overtly sexual outfit.

The only excuse he had was his curiosity. Joe’s heart sank, as on refection he would probably have to look for somewhere else to live after this episode. It also became painfully clear that even if it took Frank and Tom only fifty minutes to return to his aid he was going to have to piss.

Joe stood up again and gritted his teeth and unclenched his sphincter. The first stream of piss began to run down inside the already sweaty suit.

It felt warm, hot in fact. Joe liked it.

He tried to control the flow of the liquid so he could relish in the sensation that was warming his body. Joe could feel the hot piss gathering around his feet inside the suit. A smile worked its way across his sweat-covered face; wet feet weren’t so bad after all. Toes splashed inside the slick rubber.

Walking was noisy as the air tried to suck into the urine filled feet. Joe stood in front of the mirror and massaged the rubber against his wet legs. Unconsciously his right hand had found its way to his re-hardening cock and was gently squeezing the blood back into place. He became acutely aware of the sensual pleasure that was beginning to pulse through his entire being. More, he wanted more.

Laying face down onto the tiled bathroom floor Joe felt the warm piss re-distribute itself about his rubber covered body, trickling from his feet up to his chest and gently caressing his cock and balls.

As he rubbed the gloved hands over his face he gyrated his groin against the hard surface. Cock and balls wet and warm, mixing sweat, piss and pre cum together. Joe rocked back and forth to maximise the wet effect that was washing his body within the thermal confines of the rubber suit.

His rock hard cock gave involuntary jerks as to his absolute amazement he could feel the pressure building for another piss. He quickly rolled over on to his back, the golden liquid gathering at his shoulders and licking at his arse-crack and bathing his arsehole.

Only just in time as the first spurts of the human geyser erupted spraying his stomach. Head back and eyes closed Joe felt light-headed with ecstasy as the hot shower continued to gush forth through his rigid cock. Piss running its way past his chest and flowing in steady rivulets under his armpits. The new piss mingled with the old, distributing warmth anew inside the tight rubber. Joe could never remember a hard on like it.

Surely his cock was going to explode if anymore blood tried to force its way into the over engorged shaft.

He didn’t care!

Breathing in the heavily scented air that the rubber gloved hands pressed against his face delivered. Joe let out a low moan. Licking in between the fingers of the left hand the other returning to rub his cock. Except his hand didn’t alight on his cock. Joe found that his hand had wrapped itself around what felt like a Wellington boot! Joe’s eyes snapped open and peered through his rubber covered fingers straight into the face of his landlord.

‘Well, well what do we have here?’ Frank chuckled.



Chapter Two

The lads’ heart missed a million beats as he sat up right and pushed himself against the bathroom wall. Scarlet faced he began to stammer and stutter. No words formed. His mind went numb. He gave up and starred at the floor between his feet.

Frank let out a cold laugh. Grinning he stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

‘It’s nice to see that someone is enjoying themselves!’

Joe’s blood raced through his body to his brain and pushed him to the verge of passing out.

‘Tom’ called Frank, ‘come and see what we have here’

Joe tried to force himself to look at Frank but found that his head wouldn’t move.

How long had he been standing there? How much had he seen? What did he think of what I’m doing? Joe thought to himself.

‘Shit!’ mumbled Joe

‘Oh no we’re not into the brown word’ Frank added

as Tom’s head poked round the doorframe with a concerned expression.

This was quickly replaced by a “told you so” grin.

‘There, what did I tell you, “pervert” running through him like a stick of seaside rock’

Frank and Tom moved into the bathroom towards Joe. As they stood in front of him Joe saw what both men had on their feet. The first initial shock of what he touched moments earlier felt like a boot but as he let his eyes wander up the figures in front of him he realised that they were wearing waders.

Wet waders. It must still be raining. The suits were also different from the one that he was trapped in. For a start they had codpieces and the gloves didn’t seem to be an integral part. The rubber of the suits fitted the two men perfectly like a second skin. Tom’s suit had a yellow stripe down the sides of the body and the length of the sleeves making it look like a set of motorcycle racing leathers.

Frank’s was plain black and highly glossy. Joe’s eyes darted between the two latex bodies and involuntarily licked his lips. Before he could say or do anything else Frank and Tom were beside him and had stooped down to pick him off the floor. The rapidly cooling piss inside the suit gurgled and slooshed it’s way noisily down.

Tom’s hand helped itself to a grope of Joe’s cock.

‘Young, hung and full of cum’

‘And piss’ Frank added

Frank gracefully moved down on his haunches and his gloved hand felt first Joe’s foot, then slightly moved up to the ankle and on towards the shin.

‘A lot of piss!’ Frank looked up at Tom and a mischievous grin washed across his face.

‘Sorry’ rasped Joe. His voice was almost inaudible.

‘Oh you will be’ Tom hissed into Joe’s face.

Joe’s eyes and head tried to follow Tom’s direction as he circled behind him. He could feel warm breath on his neck, then an electric shock as Tom began to lick. Alternating between the nape of Joe’s neck and the seal of the rubber suit.

First one arm encircled his throat and then the other moved around before the hand stopped inches from his face. The black rubber hypnotised Joe like a snake charmer before fingers plunged into his mouth, the palm holding his chin. The tongue slavered over his neck and the backs of his ears.

Hands gripped Joe’s outer thighs tightly. Frank pushed his face towards the mound of Joe’s still hard cock. He traced the outline softly with the tip of his tongue and opened his mouth, playfully biting the throbbing mass beneath the rubber haven.

Joe’s cock lurched at the feeling, pre cum discharging from his cock slit like a constantly dripping tap. Frank’s mouth moved from the tip of the outlined cock to the balls, ate and licked. Pushing his face harder into the black rubber crotch.

Joe ground his hips harder into the waiting face clenching and unclenching his buttocks. Suddenly the pressure stopped as Frank moved away to survey the scene in front of him.

‘Bring him over here!’ boomed Frank

Using the neck hold Tom manoeuvred Joe towards Frank and the metal frame.

Click! First one ankle and then the other was handcuffed to the frame. Joe began to struggle but the muscular arm that pinioned him was too strong for him.

‘Resistance is useless!’ spat Tom, ‘besides you know you are gonna enjoy it!’

Something tightened around Joe’s right wrist and forced his hand to arch above his head. The same thing happened to the left hand so both hands were manacled together making him into an arrow shape, feet apart tapering up to his restrained hands. Tom let the pressure of the neck hold lose but kept his hand over Joe’s mouth.

‘Now be a good boy for your Uncle Tom, no shouting when I take my hand away, cos if you do Uncle Tom will have to fit you with a nasty old gag, you don’t want that to happen do you?’

Joe bucked in the frame.

‘Gag him!’ thundered Frank

Before Joe could form a sound Tom’s hand had moved away from his mouth and the thumb and fingers gripped his cheeks prising open his jaw. There was nothing Joe could do.

A tubular device about four centimetres across that was held within a heavy strap was brought into Joe’s view. From this close angle the piece that was moving towards his mouth looked about five centimetres long and was covered in a thick rubber coating. As it was forced into his gapping mouth his tongue pushed into the hole within the gag. The strap was quickly buckled at the back of his neck. Joe took a hard bite into the gag; it was solid, his teeth bedding into the hard rubber. His breath rasped in and out of his nostrils hard and deep.

His eyes wide like a frightened horse. The two men now stood directly in front of Joe, grinning menacingly, their faces glinting with sweat at the effort they had just exerted.

‘We got ourselves one horny little fucker here!’ Tom smirked,

‘Seems he started the game without us’

Frank moved to a cupboard situated in the corner of the bathroom and withdrew a device that would have looked at home in a David Cronenberg film. It had more straps, buckles and metalwork than anything Joe had ever seen before.

Frank took the contraption apart and laid it out on the floor in front of Joe.

A component like a dog collar made of metal was placed around Joe’s neck. This was then fixed, via scaffolding, to the main frame that he was suspended in. A set of rubber strapping was then affixed to the collar.

Making sure that Joe could still breathe Frank tightly secured the latticework of webbing up and around his head. It soon became clear that this thing was keeping his head and neck still. Another metal ring, this time with a rubber lining, was clamped around his forehead.

Four more scaffold poles were secured to this band and the frame. There was no way that Joe could move his head up, down, around or side to side. The next part was a large black funnel that had a right-angled pipe coming out of the bottom. This was pushed into the tube in the mouth gag and was clipped against two of the scaffold poles. Finally a blindfold was snapped onto the harness and Joe was in darkness.

‘There!’ beamed Frank, ‘Now our new “toilet” boy is ready for use!’

Both men let out wicked laughter. Joe wrenched at his restraints in desperate panic.

‘I would do that if I were you, you can’t get out and you’ll only end up hurting yourself’ placated Frank, ’so relax’

Tom moved up behind Joe and began to grind his groin into the back and arse of the petrified boy. His hands reached around Joe’s body and grasped the inside of his thighs. Joe could feel the swelling hardness of Tom’s cock rubbing against his arse and feel his hot breath on the back of his head.

The next sensation to assault Joe was the sound of running water and something being filled.

‘Do you wanna drink Tom?’ asked Frank

‘Sure’ Tom replied, ‘I aint quite ready yet’

The close proximity of Tom’s mouth to Joe’s ears made the word distort and echo around Joe’s head.

Ready - ready for what? Joe’s mind raced with horror as he tried to work out what the two men had planned for him. To his amazement he found that he was still excited by what was going on and he was beginning to enjoy the feeling of total vulnerability.

The frame that Joe was hung from shuddered slightly as Frank climbed the first two rungs of the ladder.

There was a hollow whooshing sound as something entered the funnel and instantly Joe could feel something hit the tip of his tongue. Whatever it was turned out to be cold and with a mild iron taste. It was water. Joe could feel the pressure build up against his tongue and begin to push it back into his mouth. Involuntarily Joe began to drink the water that was forcing its way in.

‘That’s it, drink it down, swallow it all’ Frank’s voice cooed.

Joe gulped the water down and only just managed to keep breathing through his nose. With laboured breath Joe suddenly became aware that two sets of footsteps were leaving the bathroom.

‘We’ll be back when we are ready to use you’ said Frank

‘And we’ll bring some we prepared earlier’ chipped in Tom

With that the light was extinguished and the bathroom door was closed. Joe was alone in the dark. After a very short while his heart had slowed down to it’s normal rate and the achingly stiff erection he had was almost completely gone. The tension in his entire body seemed to relax and his mind turned to other things, the acute awareness that his hearing had created due to the darkness that had descended upon him.

Other senses had also sharpened and his attention had returned to the now cooled liquid that was around his feet. He wriggled his toes, which sent a small wave of cold piss up his shins. What was it he liked about this alien sensation? Why was he allowing these guys to humiliate him?

He closed his eyes to the darkness and began to drift off into a dream state of fantasy. He imagined that “his” world was populated by lots of cute horny guys. All ready to have sex at the drop of a rubber hood. Equipped with constant erections that could shoot pints of cum and piss gallons of golden liquor on command, push the yellow button for piss and the white button for cum, easy!

It was only Joe himself that got to service these guys in “his” world too. Having them lined up ready with him on his knees passing along a slowly moving conveyor belt.

Joe’s hard on had returned with a vengeance. He had also started to grind it into the smooth insides of the rubber suit as his mind led him into the depraved depths of his subconscious. The first cock deposited a gushing torrent of creamy cum into Joe’s wide-open mouth.

Joe found himself pushing his tongue hard into the confines of the mouth gag trying to experience the taste. The next cock was being held at its base. Joe strained to get his tongue into the slit, it erupted forth its prize of hot piss filling his mouth and making him swallow greedily.

Joe let out a low moan of delight unaware that in reality the two men had re-entered the room. Both watching him fascinated by the spectacle of the writhing body.

Joe was breathing more and more heavily and because of the heightened senses could smell the comforting odour of the rubber that was around him. So back in “his” world the cute guys where wearing rubber suits like the ones that Frank and Tom had on. The next cock was being thrust towards his face but he wasn’t allowed to lick or suck it, only smell it. It smelt of sweat, faint traces of piss and cum, of sex. How he longed to taste it, to have it in his mouth, to run his tongue around the head, plunge the tip of his tongue into the piss slit, taste what was held within the folds of the delicate foreskin.

Joe switched. He was standing, cock in hand, pushing his engorged cock head into the waiting mouth in front of him. He began to pump his groin into the willing face and marvel at the feel of the warm slick mouth causing a vacuum around his shaft. The tongue stretching out to lick his hairless scrotum. Grabbing the head behind the ears and rapping the mouth with all his being making it choke and splutter. Joe withdrew his rigid cock from the wet confines and rested the tip on the outstretched tongue. Calmly he began to piss into the thirsty mouth feeling it gulp the hot liquid down. Only letting it have small amounts at a time the eyes looking up at him pleading for more. The eyes looking up at him were his own!

He and he alone populated “his” world. He had cum into his own mouth, drank his own piss, fucked his own face.

‘Fuck this is sick, but what a turn on’ he thought

He had also let another bladder full of piss go into the rubber suit. It started to warm the cold piss and sweat around his feet, plus lubricating the rubber around his cock and balls. Joe was in heaven but someone had forgotten to tell him he had died.

Joe’s mind continued to play its games to the point where he thought that his cock was going to explode if he didn’t cum soon. The metal framework shook. But this time it wasn’t Joe who was shaking it. His mind jerked back into focus. ‘Who the fuck…’

‘I hope you’re a thirsty boy!’ a voice boomed from above his head. Joe could hear the sound of metal studs snapping off as someone removed their codpiece.

Chapter Three

Air escaped from Joe’s mouth as he felt a searing pain swell across his arse as a rubber covered hand had made contact with him. It made a delicious cracking sound that only rubber against rubber can make.

Whack! Whack!

The torment continued. Another hand squeezed his hard-on. Then a new sensation hit him like a sledgehammer. A slow dull ache had entered his groin area, and his body involuntarily tried to double over.

‘This will make you’re boner disappear mate!’ a voice hissed.

Someone was punching him in the bollocks.

A grey mist began to cloud in front of his eyes and Joe entered the twilight zone of semi-consciences. As he did so his body relaxed and all his weight fell downwards and from his assailants perspective there was a distinct collapse and the arse and ball assault ceased.

A sharp acrid smell filled Joe’s nostrils, it was ammonia, and his head reeled. Smelling salts wrapped their wake-up call around the blackness of Joe’s mind.

‘Welcome back, your nightmare has only just begun, we don’t want you out of it yet’

Joe was now more awake and alert than he had ever been before. This was no nightmare, if only, at least his fear could have snapped him out of it. Yet? Out of it yet? What did they have planned for him?

He was trying to calculate who was where, was Frank on the frame or Tom? He didn’t have long to wait for and answer. The blindfold on the head harness was removed.

The shock of the light made him squint at first and then his eyes adjusted. His eyes darted about the scene and he felt the pressure of the head brace as he tried to turn his head. Frank was standing to his right. As he looked up Joe could see the imposing stance of Tom.

Tom had removed his codpiece and was holding his cock in his rubber-clad hand. Aware that he was being watched Tom started to caress the length and tip of his impressive tool. It began to swell and harden. Blood pumping into it with increasing speed. When fully hard it had a very slight curve downwards and the cock head was starting to glow with a purple sheen.

Tom pushed the retracted foreskin back over the gland with his black shiny forefinger and thumb, a pearl of clear residue secreted from the slit. Tom’s balls were hanging low in their velvet, hairless sack.

Joe stared at the sight, his eyes drinking in the cock above him. Its beauty and the artistry of human nature transfixed him. Like all great art this particular objet d’art had a frame, a black rubber frame. Hung on a human wall, and boy how it was hung!

Yeah, get a good eye full boy! Coz it’s as close as you’re gonna get to it for a while’ Tom sneered,

‘You’re gonna be begging for it and it’s contents soon enough’

Joe continued to view the “exhibition” that was on show for him. Who needed Damien Hurst and dead things when alive and live was on offer!

Tom teased Joe by performing a slow ritualistic dance that only consisted of his right hand and cock, black rubber and solid, pulsing flesh, foreskin over slick purple knob.

Joe couldn’t even lick his lips. Never mind begging for it soon enough, Joe wanted to taste it and taste it NOW! Joe shoved his tongue as far into the piss gag as possible, trying to imagine that it was the piss slit of this beautiful cock that it was exploring. Tasting the residual traces of pre-cum and warm piss.

‘Mmmnnnnnmmmmmmnnnn’ Joe moaned.

Joe’s eyes had closed in his private ecstasy.

‘Come on Tom, it’s time to teach our new boy his first lesson’ Frank cooed.

‘Great!’ Tom agreed.

Tom started to get down from the frame. Joe felt puzzled. He was sure he was going to get the contents of Tom’s bladder at the very least. Joe strained to see what was going to happen.

As Tom’s crotch came into parallel view Joe was transfixed. Tom knew what he was doing to Joe as he slowed and lingered at this point giving his cock a few strokes for good measure.

Joe was sure he could smell the cock sweat. He didn’t care too much if he could or it was his imagination playing tricks. It was enough for him. The image and his lust drove the pain from his balls and returned the blood to his cock. It seemed to Joe that for the past few hours that more and more blood was being pumped into his cock.

Surely no more could get in; either that or it must be getting bigger. Whatever, it ached, both with hardness and the ever driving need to cum.

Frank had noticed Joe’s enjoyment and was determined to add to it.

‘Well, well seems you’re right Tom, our boy here needs it and needs it bad’

‘Yeah’ Tom added

“Yeah” Joe wanted to add too…NOW!

‘Let me give him a drink Frank, I got it hot on tap right now’ Tom looked at Frank.

‘Are you thirsty boy?’ Frank asked mockingly.

“YES!!!” Joe tried to express in his eyes. This didn’t go un-noticed.

Frank stopped Tom from re-climbing the frame.

‘Not yet Tom’

‘I gotta piss soon’ Tom moaned as he rubbed his cock.

‘But look at him, he wants it, his dick is straining in there and I wanna play a while’

Frank had begun to rub his crotch, tracing the outline of the codpiece with his rubber-gloved hand. Tracing the edge of the codpiece with one finger while his other hand had reached his mouth. His tongue was making the fingers slick with spit. Tom moved up behind Frank and helped the man with his task.

Joe could see the tip of Tom’s cock sticking between Frank’s legs. Tom’s gloved hands made squeaking sounds as they ran up and down the shiny black rubber covering Frank’s body. Frank’s own attention was concentrating on his crotch. Massaging the growing mound within the rubber.

Joe’s mind was crying out to see its contents.

Frank had thrown his head back onto Tom’s right shoulder and was letting out a soft moan. Pushing his arse back to meet Tom’s simulated fucking motion. Like a pair of teasing strippers from a cheap burlesque theatre this duo was driving its audience wild. Joe was sure he would erupt his entire soul when he came.

‘Does “Uncle” Frank need to piss too?’ Tom whispered.

‘He sure does’ Frank answered.

At last, thought Joe, and I get both of them.

Frank slowly and deliberately removed the codpiece. His cock was semi hard.

“Oh my god!” Joe couldn’t believe his eyes, not only was Frank good looking, blonde and in great shape, he also had a cock to die for. When they were handing them out he must have been first in the cue. As it continued to harden Joe was sure something like this should be accompanied by a heavenly fanfare.

Franks cock was now fully erect and it stood out front of the cock-ring hole of the rubber suit like a jutting flagpole. Slightly pointing upwards. Its shaft was perfectly straight. The knob was a lighter colour than Tom’s and Frank was cut. The veins stood out too pulsing in the same rhythm as it twitched and throbbed. Joe thought if this magnificent beast isn’t 10″ then it isn’t far off it.

Tom had moved from behind Frank and had disappeared from Joe’s view. There was a sound of rattling chain. When Tom returned he was holding the end of a hefty chain that he handed it to Frank. Never taking his eyes from Joe, Frank pulled the chain towards himself with time stopping slowness. Attached to the other end of the chain was a body!

“Jesus H. Christ!!” How many more were there in this room? Joe wondered.

The body dressed in a similar suit to the one Joe was wearing. It also had on a black rubber hood with no eyeholes, just and open mouth area. The hood had an attached rubber collar where the chain was fixed.

This body was crawling along on all fours with its head hung down. Once it got level with Frank it immediately got down further and began to lick the feet of the mans waders.

Frank was grinning at Joe.

‘You see Joe, it’s quite simple, we only have one

“toilet” boy at the moment and like all good things we believe they should come in pairs’ Frank explained,

‘Tom seems to think that you would make a perfect match to the one we have’

“YES!, YES!, YES!” Joe tried to scream,

“I WOULD, NOW!, DO IT NOW!”

‘From events so far I am now tending to agree with Tom’ Frank continued,

‘It’s time to show you one of your basic duties’

Frank now addressed his next words to the rubber covered body at his feet.

‘Are you thirsty boy?’

‘Thirsty boy here Sir! Yes Sir!’ the body barked.

The body sat upright in front of Frank. Its head tilted back at an angle and its mouth wide open. Its hand came to rest under its chin forming a tray. Tom had moved in back of the body and placed a piece of toilet tissue on the “tray”.

The tip of Frank’s enormous cock moved within a few inches of the waiting mouth.

‘I want that paper to stay dry boy’ Frank ordered,

‘You know what happened last time you spilt any and you don’t want that to do that again do you?’

‘Please Sir! No Sir!’

Joe’s head reeled at the sight before him.

‘OK then’ Frank said pleased with the correct response form the body.

He moved closer to waiting mouth and rested the end of his cock on the outstretched tongue. As soon as it touched it the open mouth moved to engulf the knob only. Joe was sure he would never be able to get that in his own mouth without breaking his jaw.

‘Good boy’ Frank moaned, ‘Tease that piss slit for Frank, I want it well lubed’

Joe bucked about within his confinement, breathing heavy snorts through his nose.

Frank withdrew his cock from its warm, wet resting-place. The slit glistened under the lights of the bathroom.

‘Drink boy!’ Frank commanded.

A jet of liquid burst forth from the hole in Frank’s cock and the body began to guzzle open-mouthed.

‘Yeah! Take it all boy’ Tom encouraged as he watched the spectacle jerking on his cock.

Frank moved back a pace and the stream of piss arched into the more than willing mouth, the gulping sound becoming more frantic and audible. It seemed to go on for an eternity and it seemed to contain gallons. As the flow started to subside Frank moved forward again and gripped the body’s nose within his rubber fingers. He shoved the fat cock head back into the mouth and the gulping continued.

‘Every last drop!’ Frank hissed. One hand grabbed the back of the body’s head as his cock moved further into the mouth.

“No way!” Joe thought as he watched the shaft disappeared down the throat of the body.

He could feel his own throat muscles trying to contract in sympathy. Then he heard the familiar choking sound that he had heard the previous day coming from the same bathroom.

If only he had known. “Lucky bastard!”

Frank withdrew his cock.

‘That’s much better boy!’ Frank sneered.

‘Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!’ the response was barked

back, if a little hoarsely.

Frank took the piece of paper from the body’s hands to inspect it.

‘Oh dear, what’s this! Two drops this time’ Frank gloated.

‘Sorry Sir!’

Tom was on hand instantly pulling the body’s arms behind.

‘You WILL learn!

Before punishment starts lets take the hood off, I wanna see your pain’ Frank said softly, ‘Plus it might make our new boy think before he makes such a stupid mistake’

Frank unbuckled the collar and unzipped the hood. As it was removed Joe could see for the first time who this unfortunate was. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was…

Chapter Four

He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was Alan Price, his old school bully! Last he had heard about him was he had moved to New York to become a drug dealer and pimp. Why was he back in the UK and why was he here drinking piss?

Before he had time to take in the sight in front of him Joe was witness to the punishment that was due to the rubber pig. A swift movement from Frank and a wader made contact with the pig’s groin.

‘Sir, Thank you Sir’ Alan’s voice wheezed.

‘One for each drop!’

Frank followed the first kick with a harder and more directed shot. The foot caught its target with deadly accuracy, straight in his balls.

The pain must have been blinding but Tom had a tight grip on Alan’s arms his body never moved.

‘Sir, Thank you Sir’ a much quieter voice repeated.

Joe’s own bollocks had travelled upward and sought sanctuary somewhere around his armpits.

Tom let go of the victim’s arms. Alan doubled over immediately, both with pain and obedience. Alan automatically started to lick the wader that had just dealt him the stabbing pain.

‘Sir, Thank you Sir’ Alan mumbled constantly between licks.

‘Every bit of it boy, I want it to shine so I can see my face in it!’ commanded Frank.

The rubber beneath Alan’s tongue started to gleam as he worked around the foot. Frank pushed the sole of the boot into the boys’ face.

‘I said ALL!’

‘Sir, YES Sir!’ Alan beavered eagerly.

Tom helped by pushing the back of Alan’s neck with his wader-covered foot.

‘Eat it boy!’ Tom ordered.

Joe was green with envy as he watched the attention his old school colleague was getting, mixed with the fact that who would have believed that “Basher” Price would allow someone to subject him to this sort of thing………”Basher”……yeah right!

Alan’s saliva was coating the black wader and making it glisten. He had covered more than half way up the soft rubber boot and was enjoying every lick. Joe tried to imagine the taste, the texture, and the smell.

Frank had moved his other foot and was tapping the crotch of the boy on his knees. There was a slight sloshing sound. Alan must have been in his rubber suit a lot longer than Joe must. A deduction made only by the volume of liquid that was wallowing around Alan’s crotch.

With a rough movement Frank had hauled Alan to his feet and was starring into the slave’s downcast face.

Frank held Alan’s face by the jaw in one hand and jerked it upwards to the boy could see directly into his captors eyes. Frank’s other rubber covered hand had made swift connection with Alan’s hard cock through the confines of the suit. Frank spat a great gob of mucus into the boy’s face.

‘PISS! NOW!’

‘Sir, yes Sir!’ Alan gurgled back, spittle running down his face.

‘That’s it boy, I can feel it warming my hand through the rubber, well done pig!’ Frank placated.

Frank’s face was so close to Alan’s. A long tongue darted out of Frank’s mouth and gathered up some of the spit and plunged it into the grateful boy’s mouth. They kissed for a few moments. Alan not daring to move for fear of displeasing his Master.

Frank broke off the kiss and turned to Tom.

‘Go and get the “refreshments” for Joe, he must be parched by now’

Tom grinned at Frank.

‘How many?’

‘Two to start with I think, we don’t want to overdo it straight away’ Frank said thoughtfully,

‘Besides we can always get some more’

Tom disappeared through the bathroom door.

‘Now you might be able to understand why we need another “toilet” in this house’ Frank stated,

‘Alan here has been partly “toilet” trained,

he has been with us for just over seven months. You see both Tom and myself need to take a piss at the same time now and again and having one portable convenience isn’t quite satisfactory. Plus when we throw a party we need at least two to cope with our guests needs.’

Joe couldn’t wait for his training to start. He gyrated his groin against the rubber suit, squeezing his cock into the tight confines of the rubber. The tip of his cock was slick with the vast amounts of precum that had oozed out. He had shut his eyes and was breathing slowly and deeply, inhaling the odour of the rubber, a combination of sweet chocolate and a medicinal tyre.

He wanted to cum, he needed to cum and cum soon. Joe opened his eyes again to feast upon the two figures that remained in the bathroom. Alan’s hands were automatically clasped behind his back and he was now standing to full attention.

Frank was working his right leg in-between Alan’s, his wadered knee inching them apart. Frank had also recommenced his tongue assault on Alan’s mouth, this time with much greater ferocity. The Master had one hand gripping the boy’s neck making sure that he couldn’t move.

Tom re-entered the bathroom carrying something; Joe couldn’t see what it was. He placed what ever it was on the floor behind the door and moved towards the entwined bodies. Tom looked on for a few moments and began to stroke his re-hardening cock.

He moved along side the pair and with one rubber covered hand pinched Alan’s nose to stop his ability to breath. Frank took charge of this for the boy and Alan was absolved of responsibility. All he could do was hope that Frank allowed him sufficient air.

Moments later Tom’s other hand had moved from his cock to hover just above Frank’s nose. Tom waited for Frank to take a deep breath and then pinched his nose too. The pair now had to rely on the volume of air in their now singular lung. Joe had unconsciously stopped breathing as he watched.

Watching the writhing mass of rubber before him, wishing he were down there also. Joe could now see Frank’s fully hard cock as it rubbed up against the rubber covered boy. It was beautiful. The cock head was shiny and slightly moist, the veins along its length were visibly lurching as they throbbed.

Frank stopped moving and concentrated on the breathing, slow deliberate breaths. The boy hung from his Masters lips. With a sudden deftness Frank brought the knee of his wader that was in between Alan’s legs in contact with the boy’s crotch.

Without parting from Frank’s mouth Alan let out a muted moan. Twice more the sleek black rubber assaulted Alan’s crotch resulting in the boy groaning. Frank pulled away from the boy’s mouth and the pair gasped for air. Before Alan could recover Frank spat directly into the gaping mouth and shoved in four fingers of his right hand pushing Alan’s head backwards.

Tom let go of their noses and stepped back towards the bathroom door. He had stooped down to pick up whatever he had brought into the room. As he turned Joe watched the shiny black figure walk towards him. Tom’s blood engorged cock was bouncing slightly and a pearly string of precum was hanging off its tip like a gossamer thread. Gripped in each gloved hand was a five-litre container. The clear containers were full of liquid, a very pale translucent yellow liquid.

‘We’re gonna have you full up to bursting in no time’ Tom smirked. The man stopped a short distance away from Joe and turned his head back towards Frank and Alan.

‘I got an idea this one isn’t going to be anywhere near as difficult to break in. Just take a look at the hard-on he is sporting in that tight rubber suit, mighty fine if you ask me’ Tom turned back to Joe and grinned, licking his lips.

‘Well we’ll just have to see how hard he stays once he is nice and full, because if he can perform with it he may be even more useful at our little gatherings, a waterfall as a table centre piece sounds a real fuck-off of an idea’ Frank remarked.

Frank pushed Alan down on his knees continuing to keep his hand in Alan’s mouth. He then manoeuvred around to get a better view of the proceeding about to happen. He sat on the edge of the bath bringing Alan with him and positioning him between his legs, also facing the suspended Joe.

Tom had been undoing the plastic bottles and was trying to read the thoughts of the victim through the expression in Joe’s eyes. ‘There’s a little resentment in his eyes Frank but not much, you know we are going to have a whole different ball game on our hands with him, locks and bags I think’

‘Fuck! We haven’t had call for that in a long while. Should be interesting though’ Frank mused.

What were they talking about? And why? Joe thought for a fleeting second. He was much more concerned about the event that was about to happen. Half of him was revolted by the idea of his situation and a much larger half was excited. He didn’t need to be Einstein to work out what the bottles contained.

He had pissed into a bottle before on a long coach journey when he was sure he would piss himself. The embarrassment of having a huge wet patch on his jeans would have been greater than being caught having a piss in a bottle. Joe remembered the warmth of the bottle. It had, at the time; seemed strange mainly because it wasn’t something he had ever thought about before. Logic told him there was no reason why it shouldn’t be warm but it was still a little odd to him.

Tom was about to climb up the frame.

‘Hey Tom, why not decant it to a bag now and use the tube tap to control the flow with better?’ Frank suggested

‘Great idea’ Tom chirped, ‘An open top one should be good, don’t have to stop then’

Tom went to the same cupboard that the head harness came from and reappeared with a red rubber bag that had handles on the top like a carrier bag, a length of clear plastic tubing came from a moulded nipple on the bottom of the bag. Alan flinched at the sight of this object as bad memories returned.

Tom chuckled. Next he disappeared behind Joe and returned wheeling a metal stand, the sort that you get in hospitals that blood transfusion bags hang from. Tom hung the bag onto the waiting hook and began to fill the rubber bag with the contents of the first plastic bottle.

Joe watched as the bag inflated to hold about two thirds of the bottle. Carefully Tom moved the trolley and positioned it above the funnel that was in Joe’s mouth.

‘We have a nice cold drink for you first and then you can have a hot one from source’ Tom giggled.

He was holding the end of the clear plastic tube in one rubber gloved hand and was inserting a white plastic nozzle into the end with the other. The nozzle was about ten centimetres long and had a tap in one side. Tom put the white nozzle into his own mouth and pulled a theatrical face depicting mmmmm delicious. He turned the tap. Joe watched as the pale yellow liquid travelled slowly down the clear tube. Joe was straining within his rubber bondage. The liquid stopped just short of the nozzle as Tom shut off the tap.

‘Don’t fret my pretty, it’s all yours’ Tom grinned.

He placed the nozzle end into the funnel.

‘Now don’t get greedy on your first outing, drink it slowly. I don’t think I’m going to get any bother from you, but in case I do, let me assure you that you will drink it. I have ways to ensure you do’ with the last remark tom turned the tap on full.

Joe wasn’t quite ready for what was about to happen as the cold piss hit the tip of his tongue within the confines of the gag. He looked up at the suspended rubber bag containing his first three litres of piss.

Salt, he could taste salt, but also with a slightly sweet undertone. Joe swallowed the first mouthful and breathed heavily out through his nose. His hard cock managed to find room for more blood as it gave a sphincter aching lurch.

‘That’s it boy, fucken drink!’ Tom cackled.

Joe was drinking as fast as he could without choking but the liquid was beginning to build up within the funnel. Gravity was making the rubber bag empty too fast. Joe thought back to his student days and the Yard of Ale competitions. Open your throat he told himself. The bag was over half empty and the backlog of piss in the funnel was gradually going down.

‘Please, please don’t let this be a dream’ he thought ‘Nah! It couldn’t be, surely your taste buds don’t work in a dream?’ He didn’t care either all he was concerned about was swallowing. Joe had not noticed Tom climbing a few rungs of the ladder.

‘Would you like a little top up?’ Tom mimicked as he poured the rest of the first bottle into the open part of the red rubber bag.

Tom looked over to Frank. ‘We don’t need the plunger for this “toilet”, it seems to work fine’

Tom looked back down at Joe.

‘Nearly ready for the hot one?’

Chapter Five

Gulping down the contents of the bag was all Joe’s mind could focus on. The sounds was concentrated, pounding in his ears was the combined sounds of his own swallowing and the splash of the funnel refilling.

Joe loved it!

Why hadn’t he done this before?

He could feel the pressure of the piss filling him up start to build on his bladder.

He revelled in the feeling.

Joe arched his back and pushed his slick cock against the rubber of the suit that confined him. The situation and the sensual feel of the rubber on his cock-head were driving him wild. Joe could see the rubber bag suspended above him and it was deflating fast.

He had developed a rhythm to his swallowing and felt like he could go on forever without stopping.

But stop it did. Air began to enter his mouth with the last dregs of the cold piss.

Joe darted his tongue into the rubber funnel gag to collect the last few drops of the bittersweet liquid. His breathing was heavy and his mouth and cheeks felt stretched by the volume.

More!

Joe wanted more. He looked up with pleading eyes, firstly to the red rubber bag, then to Tom. Tom was perched well above Joe and was resplendent in his black rubber suit and shiny waders. Held within his rubber-clad hand was his rigid cock.

‘That’s some of the fastest piss drinking I’ve ever seen. There’s plenty more where that came from!’

Tom smirked

‘Greedy huh?’ Frank chipped in

‘He sure is’ Tom replied. ‘I think it’s time to turn on the hot “tap” now and I can tell you the tank is full to bursting’. Tom was now holding his cock by its base and balls and was waving it up and down. Joe’s eyes zoomed in on the tip of Tom’s cock like a movie camera. The cock stopped moving and the glistening knob was held between the shiny forefinger and thumb of the rubber glove. Joe had opened his throat as wide as he could in anticipation.

‘Who says beers is better cold? Hot from the tap second time around is the best way to appreciate the brewers art’ Tom laughed

A few drops of piss dripped out of Tom’s piss hole before erupting into a steady stream. The arch headed straight for the funnel and Joe’s waiting mouth. His first taste of hot man piss. It splashed against the side of the funnel and glided down the tube into Joe’s mouth.

It seared Joe’s tongue and gave him a new taste sensation. It was more bitter than the cold piss and had a strong salt content. Joe wanted to vomit. He gagged and retched at the initial flavour. His cheeks puffed out to contain the hot liquid. Some of the piss had come down his nose, his eyes watered and stung.

Through the moisture that covered his vision Joe could see what seemed to be a never-ending torrent gushing from Tom’s cock. He had to drink it. After the first shock Joe started to swallow. I’m drinking another mans piss thought Joe.

Two small floating figures appeared in his mind like those form a cartoon, one an angel and one a devil.

‘Oi! Joe! You aint gonna get any sense outta this angel here coz your depraved mind hasn’t given it a mouth, hehehe, plus it would only spoil your fun.’ The devil giggled. ‘Your mind has even put me in a red rubber suit, I love it!!’

Joe continued to sup on Tom’s nectar. The devil carried on goading Joe. ‘Doesn’t it feel good? You know you want it and you know you’ve wanted it all the time. That’s it boy drink it all down like the piss-dog you know you are, feel it filling your belly, hot, steaming piss.

Feel it begin to replace your blood, no more red stuff in your veins just hot piss transfusing you into a human toilet. You have never felt so excited and sexually stimulated have you? Your balls feel like they weigh a ton with all that cum in them.

Your cock-head is sensitive beyond belief rubbing against the smooth soft rubber. Yeah you love the feeling of it. It’s gonna make ya shoot your wad.

Come on Joe let it fly, you know you’re gonna. It’s all too much for ya, the feel and smell of the rubber, the hot piss in your mouth, the fact you can’t move even if you wanted to, the feeling of being used, watched, humiliated. Go on cum boy, do it!’

It was true, it was too much for him and with a final spasm Joe shot his load of cum into the already wet insides of the rubber suit. Joe was sure he had never shot so much cum before in his life, there must be pints of the white sticky substance.

‘Yeah, that’s it boy’ piped in the devil. ‘Squeeze your sphincter tight, get every last drop of spunk outta those balls, feel it trickle down the sides of your shaft. Fuck what a belter. That was a great load you shot Joe’

Joe was exhausted and was very vaguely aware that the was able to breath through his mouth and was gasping for air.

‘Oh by the way’ the devil chipped in. ‘The endorphin rush you have just had was massive and you are gonna pass out’

Sure enough his head pounded and a black mist appeared and began to fold in on his conscienceness. Joe had passed out.

What seemed like days had passed and Joe was coming round. His first recollection was of the mighty orgasm he had experienced. He soon realised that he was no longer held within the metal frame and that his mouth wasn’t forced open with a piss gag.

‘Welcome back to the land of the living’ a voice chirped.

Opening his eyes he was glad to see the face of Frank looking down on him. He was even more please to see that Frank was wearing a rubber suit and waders.

Yippee! it wasn’t some sick trick of his mind. Joe sluggishly began to move. He was laying on the floor of the bathroom to one side of the metal frame. He was still in the all-covering rubber suit and as he moved he could feel the piss that was inside the suit move.

‘What happened?’ Joe asked

‘The most spectacular orgasm in history happened’ Frank laughed

‘Right’ replied Joe. ‘I think I must have gone into sensory overload’

Joe then remembered where he was and what he had been caught doing, he was glad that it had happened. More than glad.

‘Tom has gone to get you some brandy’ Frank said

‘Erm, I think I’ve had enough to drink for a while’ Joe remarked

‘Oh I don’t know about that’ Frank grinned.

‘You can never drink too much in my opinion’

Joe looked around the room. Alan was still sitting by the side of the bath his hands clasped behind his back and his head bowed towards the floor. Joe recalled the barked responses that Alan had given to Frank’s orders. He didn’t want to be punished in the same way.

Tom came into the bathroom carrying a glass of brandy. ‘Great’ he smiled. ‘I didn’t think my piss was poisonous, here drink this’ He handed Joe the glass

‘Sir, yes Sir!’ Joe shouted as he took the glass.

‘Thank you Sir’

‘Well, well that’s what I like to hear, a fast learner’

Tom watched as Joe drink the brandy down in one go and handed him back the empty glass.

Frank looked at Tom and motioned with his head towards Joe’s still prostrate body. The two men moved in on the boy and in a fluid movement picked him up and sat him on the edge of the bath next to Alan. This made the piss that had gathered in the small of Joe’s back and in the top of the crack of his arse within the suit return to its previous resting-place. While this swift motion was carried out Frank began to speak.

‘First things first, you are new to this and we should take things a little slow. You have a learning curve to cope with and I, for one, want you to get it right and to remember ALL the rules.

As you saw for getting things wrong and not to expectations or satisfaction there will be punishment. That punishment comes in differing levels as you will find out. The rules of that part of the game are simple. You get one warning that you have done a task wrong or displeased us.

There is NO next time, punishment will be passed out. Now because of your seeming willingness to please so far Tom and me will have to re-think your training programme and upgrade the contract you will sign’.

Tom was nodding his head in agreement to Frank’s statement.

‘There is a lot of work to be done on you and Tom thinks you will be right for the job. There are big rewards to be had if he is right and good times to be had too.’

Joe was listening to what was being said with interest, his mouth slightly open in anticipation. His gaze moved from looking up at Frank’s face and was resting on the mans cock. Frank continued.

‘As a treat today you will not be under any further instruction, we have seen how well you can drink piss, let’s see what other natural talents you have’

What did he want Joe to do, think Joe, think. Joe’s head spun and his instinct told him to get onto his knees. He did so. The bathroom floor was hard on his knees and the cold piss swilled around them.

Piss, he needed to take a piss, not surprising with the amount of golden nectar he had swallowed a short time earlier, Joe’s cock moved and started to harden again. He moved close to Frank and looked up at the rubber covered Adonis. Joe could smell the strong odour of the waders and knew what he had to do next. He buried his face into the soft rubber on the feet of the waders and started to lick.

He moved one hand to his own crotch and massaged his now stiff cock through the tight rubber of his confining suit. Joe continued to lick and lubricate the feet of the waders, moving slowly up and concentrating on the inside of Frank’s calf. The sensation was sending little electric shocks through his veins. Joe was making low and slight moans as he licked. Onwards and upwards Joe went working has way around the rubbery thigh. Joe looked at the sight before him. A perfectly round and smooth rubber covered arse Joe’s tongue and face made contact with it at a thousand miles an hour.

‘Yeah! Get your tongue in there boy, eat it!’ Frank groaned

Joe was only too eager to comply with the request.

‘Remember how well our new boy can use his tongue Tom, we can put that to good use in his training’

Tom was grinning at Frank and was enjoying the spectacle in front of him, wanking steadily on his solid cock. Tom moved towards Frank and the licking boy. Frank moved away from the adminisrations of Joe’s tongue and turned around to face the boy.

Tom and Frank now stood side by side resplendent in their rubber suits, waders and rubber gloves, two magnificent cocks standing out in front of them and shaven balls hanging low.

Joe looked up at them.

Which one first? Why just the one? He wanted them both, that was it he WANTED them. Saliva was drooling out of Joe’s mouth. His eyes so wide he was sure that his eyeballs could fall out as he watched the two twitching hard-ons.

‘What do ya think Frank?’ Tom enquired. ‘Do you think our boy can take it?’

‘I’m sure he can, he might need a cooling down first though’ Frank chirped

The two men pushed together trying to make their massive cocks into one. Their pre cum slick tips touching. Tom held onto his shaft with one hand while Frank wrapped one rubber covered hand around the base of his cock, the other hand pointed the engorged knob towards Joe.

Joe opened his mouth wide for what he new was about to happen.