The debt collector was at the door. Lee knew he was about to meet someone nasty. He'd borrowed a lot of money and sat in the bookies feeding the machines and losing it. He was a pretty average, straight lad - looked after himself playing footie with his mates. Enjoyed a few pints down the local and was a bit of a geezer. His day job was working in admin in a local insurance office - a bit dull but it brought the money in - just not enough to feed his need for excitement. He looked pretty sharp in his all black, slim suit, white shirt, thin tie and square toed side-zip ankle boots. His usual gear out of the office was another uniform - trakies, footie top, hoodie, cap and white Reebok classics. He was good looking - clear blue eyes, a crew cut, good teeth and one ear pierced with a bling stud earring. He liked his jewellery - a silver necklace and bracelet completed the look along with lots of Linx deoderant. An average lad well liked by his mates and with a girl friend.
The door bell rang again. Lee opened it and got an instant surprise. The debt collector - or should that be debt collectors - were identically dressed. Smooth skinheads, MAI jackets, bleachers, polo shirts and black shiny 14-hole doc marten boots over yellow footie socks and with yellow laces.
"Pay up you punk" the first skin said as he pushed Lee back into the flat where he was living, letting himself and his fellow skin in. The other skin carried a sports holdall. "You fuckin piece of scally shit - you owe the boss £2500 and every minute I stand here it goes up a £100!"
"Fuck off " replied Lee, although he knew that this was probably not the right thing to say. " I ain't got it and I ain't payin' it".
The skin sneered "Quite a lively little fucker, ain't we?" He took a look around Lee's council flat - not a lot of value there so no point in getting the goods to pay off the loan.
"You cock-sucking piece of shit. You think you're fucking cock of the walk with your mates down the pub and your little life all cosy. Well you've lost big time, lad and now you must pay what you owe."
As this little speech ended, the other skin had come up behind Lee and before he could do anything, he felt a cloth covering his mouth and a powerful smell fill his nostrils before losing consciousness...
He awoke, feeling groggy. He tried to focus and discovered that he was lying on the living room floor. As his vision sharpened he saw the two skins standing over him holding his tackies, socks and trainers and he quickly became aware that he was naked. One of the skins had put his booted foot over his cock.
"Don't fuckin move, you cunt!" said the other one "Or you'll know about it". At this the boot began to put pressure on Lee's cock causing him to groan.
"Your life is now forfeit to the boss and we are gonna turn you into a slave".
"What the fuck?" said Lee.
"First things first" said the skin. He pulled out of his pocket a set of clippers and with the boot still firmly in place started to shave Lee's body. Lee started to wriggle but the boot ensured that the wriggling stopped quickly enough. The shaving continued - methodically and thoroughly - half way through, he was turned over and this time the boot was placed securely on his head. The clippers de-pubed his crack and sac and eventually, he was smooth.
'"Now just the head, sweet cheeks!" sneered the skin. He was rolled over, sat against the settee and the boot returned to the cock and balls area ready to deliver a kicking. The clippers started up again and Lee could see his hair falling over his shoulders onto the lino. The head shave was followed up by a wet shave. The skin used Lee's own shaver and gel for this. When the job was done, his head was dried and the skin took something else out of his pocket. IT was a thick black permanent marker.
"Bow your fuckin' head" he growled at Lee and Lee, who had no choice, obeyed. The marker was applied to the back of his now bald head to spell out in large capital letters SLAVE.
"Get up" he was ordered. He stood in the middle of the room. A chain and padlock was then produced from the holdall and placed around his neck and, for the first time, Lee's cock jerked up. Nothing he could do about that - he was totally vulnerable and he knew that the two skins would have noticed it. What the fuck was going on. he thought. He should be shitting himself but it was clear that he liked at least some of what was going on. The cock continued to surge as he was thinking - he was shaved, chained and marked like a piece of meat. His rod stood now in front of him as though to attention.
"You really are a fuckin cock-sucker, then" laughed the skin. Next to come out of the holdall was a pair of black dunlop wellington boots with thick yellow commando soles.
"Put those on" he was ordered. They were the kind of thing Lee would never have dreamed of wearing. He always thought that anybody wearing rubber boots was a bit of a loser.
"Fuck off!" he said. The quiet skin was quick behind him, grabbing the chain around Lee's neck and squeezing it hard so that he found it difficult to breathe.
'"OK" Lee gasped and the squeezing stopped. He picked up the boots and slid his feet into their rubber sheaths.
"Your uniform from now on. The boots stay on your feet whatever you are doing wherever you are. The boss wants you to remember that you are a loser and a slave and rubber boots on a bloke make that really clear. You are also inferior to us as booted skins so get on the floor, slave, and start showing me that you like my boots!"
Lee was about to protest but realised that the other skin was still behind him. He squatted down on the floor and bent down to the shiny boots. He could smell the leather and a slight sweaty foot smell. He found to his amazement that his cock reacted again, scraping the lino the closer he got to the boot. He started to kiss the boot.
"Lick it!" came the order "and let me hear you enjoying it".
Lee got his tongue to the boot and started to lick making yummie noises as he did so. His tongue worked its way all over the boot and then started up the shaft. He repeated the process for the other boot, all the time, his cock pumping. He could feel the first drops of precum sliding onto the lino floor and he could also feel himself getting warmer causing his feet to start sweating inside the rubber boots.
"Right, you little faggot, it's time to take you to your master". With that, a commando green t-shirt was pulled out of the holdall together with a pair of camouflage patterned shorts.
"Put these on" he was ordered. The t-shirt was quite a tight fit but it showed his upper body off well. He slid the shorts over the boots and pulled them up to cover his stiff cock. He forced it down one leg but it still showed through. The two skins sniggered.
"Kneel" he was told. As he did so, the skin continued: "Yellow laces? Mean anything laddie?" Lee shook his head. "Well, it means we both like golden showers and we want you to take some piss". The quiet skin had been pulling Lee's arms back behind his back and he felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs locking themselves onto his wrists.
The the two skins lined up in front of his and both pulled out their cocks, aiming them straight at him. The piss from one of the skins was hot and plentiful, soaking Lee's face, t-shirt and shorts. He was then ordered to stand which he did with some difficulty slipping on the pool of piss on the floor. The quiet skin then took aim at each of Lee's legs making sure that piss was soon pouring into each of his rubber boots.
"Now lie on the floor, you piss pig" ordered the skin. Lee did as he was told lying in the piss which was already gettign cold. Each boot was then removed from his feet and, with his nose being held, tipped up into his open mouth for him to swallow its content. The boots were then returned to their rightful place. The taste of the piss was bitter and Lee could feel it working its way down his insides.
He was then ordered to get up and the three of them left the flat with Lee in between the two skins, clumping along in his boots, collared, handcuffed and sticking of piss. The van was parked in the central parking area between the blocks of flatts. The back doors were opened and Lee was pushed inside a cage built into the van itself.
"Off to the boss now" said the skin and with that the doors were slammed shut....
Part 2
It wasn't very comfortable in the van and Lee had to wedge himself by stretching out his legs and wedging his boots against the sides of the cage to stop himself from being thrown about too much. The handcuffs were digging into his wrists and he stank of piss and yet he felt horny inside. His gambling addiction had been his master up til now and he realised that he had been a slave to his cravings. Now, the thought of being treated like a real slave - humiliated and abused - made him want to wank long and hard. He was also remembering the smell of the boots he had been licking and was surprised by how much he enjoyed playing the role of boot slave. His experience had woken up in him a deep desire to serve and obey even though he never knew it existed. He'd never done that with his girlfriend - their sex was good but never spectacular. He was filled with excitement and expectation about what was going to happen next.
The van came to a stop and the front doors were opened and then shut. IT was time to find out.
He was ordered out of the back of the van and told to stand up with his head bowed looking at his booted feet. He had just got time to see that he had landed up in a huge empty warehouse. He could hear crisp footsteps walking up to the van and one of the skins hissed "Get on your knees" which he did straight away.
"Is this the slave?" a voice asked. "Yes boss" replied one of the skins. "OK - gag him and hood him and bring him to the conversion room".
Lee waited for a while as the three men seemed to walk off. The dominant skin returned and dropped a rubber gimp hood in front of Lee.
"Look up at me cock-sucker" the skin ordered. As Lee looked up, the skin grabbed his nose which made his mouth open. The end of a funnel gag was stuffed in without the funnel attachment forcing Lee's mouth open and his lips to curve round the fitment. The the skin picked up the gimp hood. It had a metal zip across the mouth and a zip across each eye socket. There were two small holes around the nose to help with breathing. The skin started to wrap Lee's head into the mask - it went smoothly over his shiny skin cut. The zips around the eyes were open but once the hood was on snuggly, the skin zipped them up laughing so that Lee was in total darkness. The hood smelt of rubber and made him heat up so that it was not long before he started to sweat. This activated the smell of the dried on piss giving a wonderful cocktail for him to breathe in. The gag was now covered by the hood apart from the opening and Lee could feel something being attached to it - it was the funnel ready for him to receive...
He was ordered to get up and with a hand on his chain stumbled along the floor until he could sense that he had gone through a door into a smaller area in the warehouse. He was pushed forward a few steps into the centre of the room and then ordered to stand still and raise his arms. He could feel a rubber yoke being fitted across his shoulders and the back of his neck. The yoke fitted around the tops of his arms and was zipped up in the centre. What he could not see was that on each shoulder was D ring to which were attached two heavy duty chains.
"Alrite lift him" he heard the boss voice say and then a whirring sound. His whole body was then lifted off the ground just enough for his boots to left dangling in the air. The he felt chains being wrapped around each boot and pulled upwards so that, eventually he was facing downwards suspended in the air. Once his body was vertical, he felt it being lifted up further although he could not tell how far up. The height was sufficient for the skins to work on him attaching the equipment needed to finalise his 'conversion'.
First, two small holes were cut into his t-shirt around his nipples. Two nipple pumps were briefly placed on each nipple to pump them up nice and erect. To the tip of each nipple, a crocodile clip was attached causing Lee to scream through the gag. His pain was intensified each time when , as the clip was put on, the clip would be flicked by a finger with a laugh from one of the skins. The nipple pain was further refined with the attachment of a chain to join the two clips together. Since he was facing downwards, the full weight of the chain pulled on his nipples causing him to curse and sweat with pain. Finally, a small lead weight was hung off the chain and allowed to dangle pulling even more on his nipples. Every wriggle caused the lead weight to move giving Lee more punishment.
Then, the zip on his shorts was undone and his cock was pulled out. During the pain, it had shrunk back down but now he could feel a thick hand massaging it to full stretch. This caused him to wriggle with both pain and pleasure. Once fully erect, a metal cock ring was placed at the base of the shaft, pulling the foreskin right back and exposing hsi bell end locking the blood flow and making his cock face down like a rod. Then a rubber sleeve was wrapped around the shaft so that only the bell end was exposed. The rubber sleeve contained electric circuitry attached to a TENS machine which Lee could not of course know. The TENS machine was set to random so that the electric shocks were unpredictable both in frequency and intensity.
The first shock caused Lee to arc his body and scream. The movement set the lead weight dangling pulling down on his nipples. He felt his toes curling inside his boots which were adding to the amound of sweat that was pouring off him but despite the arc of pain surrounding him he also knew that his cock was not erect just because of the cock ring but because he had found out how much he really wanted this deep inside..
Part 3
Lee was kept suspended for a couple of hours. After a while, the skins returned. He felt himself being lowered in the hoist but not placed on the floor. The two zips covering his eyes were unzipped and he could see 5 sets of polished black boots with yellow laces around him: the skins were all identically dressed. They were in uniform.
"Right toilet, time for a drink" laughed a familiar voice. Lee had forgotten that his gag was attached to a funnel in all the pain he had been going through. He was facing the floor but the funnel snaked up over his head and was in the perfect position to act as a urinal. He saw the first pair of boots stop in from of him, legs apart. He heard the zip go down and then the splash of hot piss pouring into the funnel. He had to swallow quickly and the piss flowed powerfully down his throat coating his mouth and into his gut. All five of them pissed into this funnel - he must have drunk pints of the stuff. Once each pair of boots had come and gone the first skin returned.
"Time for a lager to wash it down" he said "only there is a just a bit of laxative in there too". He heard the laugh as the lager poured into the funnel and, once again, he drank quickly.
Next he was lowered to the floor completely and unhooked from the chains and the hooks on the yoke. The rubber sleeve was removed from his cock and he felt himself being turned over.
He was then re-hooked to the hoist and raised up to table level ready for the next stage of his conversion. His cock had been dibbling with with pre-cum for a while and he desperately wanted to shoot his load. As if in understanding, he felt a hand start to massage it so that it once more stood to attention.
"Catheterize him!" came an order. He felt some cold gel being rubbed over his bell end and a rubber tube being slowly but insistently pushed into his piss slit. The whole shaft of his penis was then covered in a rubber sleeve which was attached to a hose. The end of the hose was placed into the funnel.
"You're gonna be your own toilet, cock-sucker" he heard somebody say "and we're all gonna watch".
The very mention of needing a piss made Lee start to want to do it and the laxative was now beginning to have its effect. All the piss he had drunk was collecting in his bladder together with the lager and Lee strained to keep it under control. The straining caused him to moan gently and he realised that the skins knew he was in agony and about to let loose. They started chanting "Toilet boy, toilet boy" in a rhythmic chant. Somewhere in the room, a tap had been turned on and to add to Lee's agony, the sound of running water intensified the futile struggle. He was going to have to piss. The chanting continued insistently and, eventually, the call of nature burst forward uncontrollably. The piss shot out of his piss slit up the catheter and into the hose. The force of it meant that it reached the funnel instantly and Lee was, once again, drinking piss - this time his own. He really had become a human urinal.
The pissing finished and he felt a table being pushed underneath his hanging body. He was now lying on it. Around the table at regular intervals were hanging individual rubber wellington boots.
"We're having a bit of a do tonight and we need you for that, toilet boy" said one of the skins. He told Lee about the table and the boots. These would become the urinals for the night ahead. He was told that skins would come and piss into he boots and whenever one got full, it would be tipped down his funnel. Of course if he needed to piss he would process his own piss. The rules of the human urinal were clear: every time a boot was tipped down the funnel, Lee had to be given the same amount of water - with laxative, of course. The water became the equivalent of the flush. It kept Lee safe and efficient.
"This is just the start of your new life as a debtor slave" one of the skins said into his ear. "The boss has plenty more ideas for how to make use of you, shit boy".
Once again, the comments reminded Lee of his predicament and his cock swelled. He needed a wank little realising that milking was still to come...
The door bell rang again. Lee opened it and got an instant surprise. The debt collector - or should that be debt collectors - were identically dressed. Smooth skinheads, MAI jackets, bleachers, polo shirts and black shiny 14-hole doc marten boots over yellow footie socks and with yellow laces.
"Pay up you punk" the first skin said as he pushed Lee back into the flat where he was living, letting himself and his fellow skin in. The other skin carried a sports holdall. "You fuckin piece of scally shit - you owe the boss £2500 and every minute I stand here it goes up a £100!"
"Fuck off " replied Lee, although he knew that this was probably not the right thing to say. " I ain't got it and I ain't payin' it".
The skin sneered "Quite a lively little fucker, ain't we?" He took a look around Lee's council flat - not a lot of value there so no point in getting the goods to pay off the loan.
"You cock-sucking piece of shit. You think you're fucking cock of the walk with your mates down the pub and your little life all cosy. Well you've lost big time, lad and now you must pay what you owe."
As this little speech ended, the other skin had come up behind Lee and before he could do anything, he felt a cloth covering his mouth and a powerful smell fill his nostrils before losing consciousness...
He awoke, feeling groggy. He tried to focus and discovered that he was lying on the living room floor. As his vision sharpened he saw the two skins standing over him holding his tackies, socks and trainers and he quickly became aware that he was naked. One of the skins had put his booted foot over his cock.
"Don't fuckin move, you cunt!" said the other one "Or you'll know about it". At this the boot began to put pressure on Lee's cock causing him to groan.
"Your life is now forfeit to the boss and we are gonna turn you into a slave".
"What the fuck?" said Lee.
"First things first" said the skin. He pulled out of his pocket a set of clippers and with the boot still firmly in place started to shave Lee's body. Lee started to wriggle but the boot ensured that the wriggling stopped quickly enough. The shaving continued - methodically and thoroughly - half way through, he was turned over and this time the boot was placed securely on his head. The clippers de-pubed his crack and sac and eventually, he was smooth.
'"Now just the head, sweet cheeks!" sneered the skin. He was rolled over, sat against the settee and the boot returned to the cock and balls area ready to deliver a kicking. The clippers started up again and Lee could see his hair falling over his shoulders onto the lino. The head shave was followed up by a wet shave. The skin used Lee's own shaver and gel for this. When the job was done, his head was dried and the skin took something else out of his pocket. IT was a thick black permanent marker.
"Bow your fuckin' head" he growled at Lee and Lee, who had no choice, obeyed. The marker was applied to the back of his now bald head to spell out in large capital letters SLAVE.
"Get up" he was ordered. He stood in the middle of the room. A chain and padlock was then produced from the holdall and placed around his neck and, for the first time, Lee's cock jerked up. Nothing he could do about that - he was totally vulnerable and he knew that the two skins would have noticed it. What the fuck was going on. he thought. He should be shitting himself but it was clear that he liked at least some of what was going on. The cock continued to surge as he was thinking - he was shaved, chained and marked like a piece of meat. His rod stood now in front of him as though to attention.
"You really are a fuckin cock-sucker, then" laughed the skin. Next to come out of the holdall was a pair of black dunlop wellington boots with thick yellow commando soles.
"Put those on" he was ordered. They were the kind of thing Lee would never have dreamed of wearing. He always thought that anybody wearing rubber boots was a bit of a loser.
"Fuck off!" he said. The quiet skin was quick behind him, grabbing the chain around Lee's neck and squeezing it hard so that he found it difficult to breathe.
'"OK" Lee gasped and the squeezing stopped. He picked up the boots and slid his feet into their rubber sheaths.
"Your uniform from now on. The boots stay on your feet whatever you are doing wherever you are. The boss wants you to remember that you are a loser and a slave and rubber boots on a bloke make that really clear. You are also inferior to us as booted skins so get on the floor, slave, and start showing me that you like my boots!"
Lee was about to protest but realised that the other skin was still behind him. He squatted down on the floor and bent down to the shiny boots. He could smell the leather and a slight sweaty foot smell. He found to his amazement that his cock reacted again, scraping the lino the closer he got to the boot. He started to kiss the boot.
"Lick it!" came the order "and let me hear you enjoying it".
Lee got his tongue to the boot and started to lick making yummie noises as he did so. His tongue worked its way all over the boot and then started up the shaft. He repeated the process for the other boot, all the time, his cock pumping. He could feel the first drops of precum sliding onto the lino floor and he could also feel himself getting warmer causing his feet to start sweating inside the rubber boots.
"Right, you little faggot, it's time to take you to your master". With that, a commando green t-shirt was pulled out of the holdall together with a pair of camouflage patterned shorts.
"Put these on" he was ordered. The t-shirt was quite a tight fit but it showed his upper body off well. He slid the shorts over the boots and pulled them up to cover his stiff cock. He forced it down one leg but it still showed through. The two skins sniggered.
"Kneel" he was told. As he did so, the skin continued: "Yellow laces? Mean anything laddie?" Lee shook his head. "Well, it means we both like golden showers and we want you to take some piss". The quiet skin had been pulling Lee's arms back behind his back and he felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs locking themselves onto his wrists.
The the two skins lined up in front of his and both pulled out their cocks, aiming them straight at him. The piss from one of the skins was hot and plentiful, soaking Lee's face, t-shirt and shorts. He was then ordered to stand which he did with some difficulty slipping on the pool of piss on the floor. The quiet skin then took aim at each of Lee's legs making sure that piss was soon pouring into each of his rubber boots.
"Now lie on the floor, you piss pig" ordered the skin. Lee did as he was told lying in the piss which was already gettign cold. Each boot was then removed from his feet and, with his nose being held, tipped up into his open mouth for him to swallow its content. The boots were then returned to their rightful place. The taste of the piss was bitter and Lee could feel it working its way down his insides.
He was then ordered to get up and the three of them left the flat with Lee in between the two skins, clumping along in his boots, collared, handcuffed and sticking of piss. The van was parked in the central parking area between the blocks of flatts. The back doors were opened and Lee was pushed inside a cage built into the van itself.
"Off to the boss now" said the skin and with that the doors were slammed shut....
Part 2
It wasn't very comfortable in the van and Lee had to wedge himself by stretching out his legs and wedging his boots against the sides of the cage to stop himself from being thrown about too much. The handcuffs were digging into his wrists and he stank of piss and yet he felt horny inside. His gambling addiction had been his master up til now and he realised that he had been a slave to his cravings. Now, the thought of being treated like a real slave - humiliated and abused - made him want to wank long and hard. He was also remembering the smell of the boots he had been licking and was surprised by how much he enjoyed playing the role of boot slave. His experience had woken up in him a deep desire to serve and obey even though he never knew it existed. He'd never done that with his girlfriend - their sex was good but never spectacular. He was filled with excitement and expectation about what was going to happen next.
The van came to a stop and the front doors were opened and then shut. IT was time to find out.
He was ordered out of the back of the van and told to stand up with his head bowed looking at his booted feet. He had just got time to see that he had landed up in a huge empty warehouse. He could hear crisp footsteps walking up to the van and one of the skins hissed "Get on your knees" which he did straight away.
"Is this the slave?" a voice asked. "Yes boss" replied one of the skins. "OK - gag him and hood him and bring him to the conversion room".
Lee waited for a while as the three men seemed to walk off. The dominant skin returned and dropped a rubber gimp hood in front of Lee.
"Look up at me cock-sucker" the skin ordered. As Lee looked up, the skin grabbed his nose which made his mouth open. The end of a funnel gag was stuffed in without the funnel attachment forcing Lee's mouth open and his lips to curve round the fitment. The the skin picked up the gimp hood. It had a metal zip across the mouth and a zip across each eye socket. There were two small holes around the nose to help with breathing. The skin started to wrap Lee's head into the mask - it went smoothly over his shiny skin cut. The zips around the eyes were open but once the hood was on snuggly, the skin zipped them up laughing so that Lee was in total darkness. The hood smelt of rubber and made him heat up so that it was not long before he started to sweat. This activated the smell of the dried on piss giving a wonderful cocktail for him to breathe in. The gag was now covered by the hood apart from the opening and Lee could feel something being attached to it - it was the funnel ready for him to receive...
He was ordered to get up and with a hand on his chain stumbled along the floor until he could sense that he had gone through a door into a smaller area in the warehouse. He was pushed forward a few steps into the centre of the room and then ordered to stand still and raise his arms. He could feel a rubber yoke being fitted across his shoulders and the back of his neck. The yoke fitted around the tops of his arms and was zipped up in the centre. What he could not see was that on each shoulder was D ring to which were attached two heavy duty chains.
"Alrite lift him" he heard the boss voice say and then a whirring sound. His whole body was then lifted off the ground just enough for his boots to left dangling in the air. The he felt chains being wrapped around each boot and pulled upwards so that, eventually he was facing downwards suspended in the air. Once his body was vertical, he felt it being lifted up further although he could not tell how far up. The height was sufficient for the skins to work on him attaching the equipment needed to finalise his 'conversion'.
First, two small holes were cut into his t-shirt around his nipples. Two nipple pumps were briefly placed on each nipple to pump them up nice and erect. To the tip of each nipple, a crocodile clip was attached causing Lee to scream through the gag. His pain was intensified each time when , as the clip was put on, the clip would be flicked by a finger with a laugh from one of the skins. The nipple pain was further refined with the attachment of a chain to join the two clips together. Since he was facing downwards, the full weight of the chain pulled on his nipples causing him to curse and sweat with pain. Finally, a small lead weight was hung off the chain and allowed to dangle pulling even more on his nipples. Every wriggle caused the lead weight to move giving Lee more punishment.
Then, the zip on his shorts was undone and his cock was pulled out. During the pain, it had shrunk back down but now he could feel a thick hand massaging it to full stretch. This caused him to wriggle with both pain and pleasure. Once fully erect, a metal cock ring was placed at the base of the shaft, pulling the foreskin right back and exposing hsi bell end locking the blood flow and making his cock face down like a rod. Then a rubber sleeve was wrapped around the shaft so that only the bell end was exposed. The rubber sleeve contained electric circuitry attached to a TENS machine which Lee could not of course know. The TENS machine was set to random so that the electric shocks were unpredictable both in frequency and intensity.
The first shock caused Lee to arc his body and scream. The movement set the lead weight dangling pulling down on his nipples. He felt his toes curling inside his boots which were adding to the amound of sweat that was pouring off him but despite the arc of pain surrounding him he also knew that his cock was not erect just because of the cock ring but because he had found out how much he really wanted this deep inside..
Part 3
Lee was kept suspended for a couple of hours. After a while, the skins returned. He felt himself being lowered in the hoist but not placed on the floor. The two zips covering his eyes were unzipped and he could see 5 sets of polished black boots with yellow laces around him: the skins were all identically dressed. They were in uniform.
"Right toilet, time for a drink" laughed a familiar voice. Lee had forgotten that his gag was attached to a funnel in all the pain he had been going through. He was facing the floor but the funnel snaked up over his head and was in the perfect position to act as a urinal. He saw the first pair of boots stop in from of him, legs apart. He heard the zip go down and then the splash of hot piss pouring into the funnel. He had to swallow quickly and the piss flowed powerfully down his throat coating his mouth and into his gut. All five of them pissed into this funnel - he must have drunk pints of the stuff. Once each pair of boots had come and gone the first skin returned.
"Time for a lager to wash it down" he said "only there is a just a bit of laxative in there too". He heard the laugh as the lager poured into the funnel and, once again, he drank quickly.
Next he was lowered to the floor completely and unhooked from the chains and the hooks on the yoke. The rubber sleeve was removed from his cock and he felt himself being turned over.
He was then re-hooked to the hoist and raised up to table level ready for the next stage of his conversion. His cock had been dibbling with with pre-cum for a while and he desperately wanted to shoot his load. As if in understanding, he felt a hand start to massage it so that it once more stood to attention.
"Catheterize him!" came an order. He felt some cold gel being rubbed over his bell end and a rubber tube being slowly but insistently pushed into his piss slit. The whole shaft of his penis was then covered in a rubber sleeve which was attached to a hose. The end of the hose was placed into the funnel.
"You're gonna be your own toilet, cock-sucker" he heard somebody say "and we're all gonna watch".
The very mention of needing a piss made Lee start to want to do it and the laxative was now beginning to have its effect. All the piss he had drunk was collecting in his bladder together with the lager and Lee strained to keep it under control. The straining caused him to moan gently and he realised that the skins knew he was in agony and about to let loose. They started chanting "Toilet boy, toilet boy" in a rhythmic chant. Somewhere in the room, a tap had been turned on and to add to Lee's agony, the sound of running water intensified the futile struggle. He was going to have to piss. The chanting continued insistently and, eventually, the call of nature burst forward uncontrollably. The piss shot out of his piss slit up the catheter and into the hose. The force of it meant that it reached the funnel instantly and Lee was, once again, drinking piss - this time his own. He really had become a human urinal.
The pissing finished and he felt a table being pushed underneath his hanging body. He was now lying on it. Around the table at regular intervals were hanging individual rubber wellington boots.
"We're having a bit of a do tonight and we need you for that, toilet boy" said one of the skins. He told Lee about the table and the boots. These would become the urinals for the night ahead. He was told that skins would come and piss into he boots and whenever one got full, it would be tipped down his funnel. Of course if he needed to piss he would process his own piss. The rules of the human urinal were clear: every time a boot was tipped down the funnel, Lee had to be given the same amount of water - with laxative, of course. The water became the equivalent of the flush. It kept Lee safe and efficient.
"This is just the start of your new life as a debtor slave" one of the skins said into his ear. "The boss has plenty more ideas for how to make use of you, shit boy".
Once again, the comments reminded Lee of his predicament and his cock swelled. He needed a wank little realising that milking was still to come...