I’ve written stories in the past about some of my piss play experiences. I was talking with one of my play partners at a gathering the other night and while I was a bit inebriated by booze and a gummy, I began to tell my buddy, Master James about some fantasies of mine that I never shared with anyone else before.
I told him that when I’ve been in public men’s rooms I’ve stepped up to urinals and seen urine stains all over them and sometimes stray pubic hairs and how I’d often thought about taking to my knees, taking huge whiffs to intoxicate myself with their glorious smells and then to lick them clean with my tongue. I’ve never actually done it, but the thought had passed my mind quite a few times and I even got off many times closing my eyes and visualizing myself doing this.
I saw Master James’s expression change to the devious look I’dever seen on another man.
”That’s quite a fantasy there, boy. How low are you willing to go? Don’t want to do this?”
“What? You mean now? I’m don’t know, Master James.”
He leaned over to me and said, “follow me, boy”, helping me make to commit to doing this.
While we were not out in public, I wondered what he was up to. We were at a mutual friend’s house. The house had two bathrooms.
Master James pulled me by the forearm to the bathroom upstairs and closed and locked the door.
“Get on your knees, boy”, he commanded.
Btw, Master James is a Black man in his early 60’s, he works out and had competed in body building competitions in the past. His frame is massive standing at 6’2”. He has many piercings, one heavy silver loop in his septum, a large PA, both nips with thick heavy silver rings. No tattoos, a thick graying goatee. His erect cock is a little under eight inches and quite thick. When he commands you to do something, you do it.
So there I was on my knees in our friend’s bathroom. Master James kicked my butt gently over my jeans pushing me to the toilet.
“Let’s see what we have for you here”, he said.
I made my way over, kneeling over the toilet. The seat was up and sure enough there were piss stains all around the rim of the actual toilet and the bottom of the upright toilet seat.
“What are you waiting for, boy? Get to it.”
I was so turned on that this was actually going to happen. I lowered my face into the toilet and took a deep whiff. It smelled strong of piss and the stench crept through my nasal passages like poppers. I was for sure a little heady and did it a second time, moving my face back and forth to follow the trail of piss.
“How does it smell, boy?”
“Fucking amazing, Master”
“Hehehe. I’m sure it does. Go on, take a lick. Let me see you stick your tongue all the way out.”
I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and the tip connects with the first splotch on the rim of the toilet. I felt so dirty, so gross, but I didn’t care. Once the tip of my tongue made contact with that dried piss and I tasted its bitterness, I was all in. I began to moan like a pig. I was now fully swiping my tongue over any dried urine I could find on that toilet until it was all clean.
“Holy fuck, boy. You did it. You fucking loved it, didn’t you?”
“Yes Master”.
I felt delirious, like on another planet. I was sure if my cock wasn’t caged up I would have been insanely hard.
“There’s more for you right there, boy.”, Master James pointed to the upright toilet seat.
He wasn’t kidding. There was more for me to taste. I think I actually hugged the toilet seat as my tongue made love to it. Sniffing and licking, losing myself in this act of absolute depravity.
When I thought I was finished I was back upright on my knees.
“Thank you, Master James”, I said.
“You’re not done yet, boy. Flip the seat down, I’m sure there’s more there for you.”
It crossed my mind that our mutual friend, Matt, sits on this toilet seat, but I wasn’t thinking straight. I looked for more dried piss and found just a little more to enjoy.
Just as I was finishing up, there was a knock on the door.
“Almost done”, Master James said, then he whispered to me, “Stand up and I’m taking you to the downstairs bathroom next.”
Master James opened the door and this other friend, Steve was surprised to see the two of us walking out together.
“Oh, hey Steve, the toilet’s nice and clean for ya”, Master James said and laughed.
I’m not sure if Steve figured out what that meant or not, but Master James had me by the forearm again and we waited for the bathroom occupant to come out before we both squeezed in.
“You know what to do boy. On your knees.”
This bathroom had been in use all night and there was so much more for me to experience. Different smells, different tastes, but I was truly pigging out on being a human toilet brush. Thankfully there were no scat remnants or I’m not sure I would have done this.
After cleaning the second toilet, Master James took out his cock and stood over the toilet.
I leaned over and took his pierced dick down my throat from the right side of the bowl and let him piss down my throat for a bit before coming up for air and then I shoved my face in there like I was drinking out of a water fountain. My face was covered in urine. It was warm and wet, sticky and smelly, and I fucking loved it.
Master James pulled me up from my knees when he finished and had me look in the mirror at myself.
“You see what a pig you are? Your face is a mess, boy. But you don’t care, so you? Fucking gross licking toilets, but you fucking get off on it boy.”
I did look pretty bad. My eyes were red from the sting of piss, my tongue was tangy, my face felt like it was sticky as Master’s piss dried.
I wasn’t grossed out by my appearance, I was wildly turned on. The idea that in a few minutes when we returned to the party everyone would see me like this made me excited.
Sir James opened the door and we walked back to where the main part of the party was happening. I saw guys sniffing the air and looking my way, but none said anything or asked anything, so I didn’t volunteer anything, but I didn’t think I needed to. It would be obvious enough.
After another thirty minutes or so Master James walked back over to me.
“How you feeling boy?”
“I’m good, Master.”
“I bet you are. You know I told them what you did.”
“You did?”
“You did…who?”
“You did, Master James?”
“That’s better. I ain’t no commoner that you just met on the street, you better address me the right way, boy. Yes, I fucking did. They think you’re a fucking pig and I told them that you are. Does that excite you to be exposed like that?”
“Oh yes Master James.”
“They know the truth about you, what you are, a filthy piss pig.”
“Yes Master.”
“How does that feel boy?”
“Good Master!”
“I know they were toilets and not urinals, not exactly your fantasy.”
“No Master James, but that’s ok.”
“No, it’s not ok. Your fantasy involved urinals. Why don’t we get out of here.”
“Where are we going Master James?”, I asked.
“Just come with me boy.”
I got into the passenger seat of his truck and he quickly rolled down his window.
“Damn boy, you still smell like a urinal cake.”
“Sorry Master James”
“Don’t be sorry, this is your fantasy. I’m just helping you live it.”
I realized pretty quickly that we were headed to an old gay bar that had seen better days.
Master James found some street parking a couple of blocks away and I walked behind him not wanting to inconvenience him with my awful smell.
We walked in and Master James quickly strolled up to the bar and bought a beer. He took a sip and then nodded for me to go to the men’s room.
When I entered, there were two urinals side by side and one toilet stall. One guy was taking a leak when Master James joined me. He waited for the other guy to close his zipper and leave us.
“Well boy, there you are. Two urinals are better than one don’t you think?”
My heart was beating so fast. When I woke up that morning I never imagined I’d be doing this, but here I was kneeling in front of one of the two urinals and I lowered my head down, stuck my tongue out and began swiping away, almost in some sort of trance.
Master James snuck up behind me and pushed my head down.
“There you go, pig, enjoy yourself. Use your tongue. Get in there.”, he encouraged me.
Having Master James watch me swine out in that urinal was exhilarating. I felt my cock stiffen in its confines and began to squeeze my balls over my jeans.
Master James pushed my hand away from my crotch with his foot then he flushed the urinal and drenched me.
“No, not yet. There’s one more urinal for you to worship, boy.”
Master James was right. I hadn’t finished the job yet.
I looked up at him. My eyes were burning, my face was wet and sticky. My tongue was almost numb from all the licking of porcelain and urine, my nostrils flared. I’m sure I looked depraved.
Master James smiled widely and took a long swig of the bottle of beer in his hand.
“Why did you stop boy?”
I couldn’t even speak. I was just in my own head on the dirty tiled floor of a disgusting bathroom in a grimy bar.
Seconds later, the door swung open and some young guy came around and saddled up to the empty urinal that is just cleaned with my tongue.
He looked at Master James and then down at me on my knees in front of the other urinal.
“Wazzup”, he said.
If he was feeling awkward he certainly didn’t show it.
“Young man…why piss in that urinal when my pig is available? Look at him, he loves piss, don’t you boy?”
“Yes Master James.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, just put your dick in his mouth and he’ll take care of the rest. You’ll see.”, Master James assured him.
The young man who couldn’t have been older than 25, decent body, dark hair, walked over with his cock dangling between his legs, through his open fly. It looked decent enough but honestly I wasn’t paying attention to that. I wanted him to drain his bladder down my throat.
I reached out and grabbed his shaft and pulled him in closer. Then, I opened my mouth and placed his cock in between my lips and formed a tight seal. I closed my eyes and waited for the kiss to begin pouring down my esophagus.
In a few seconds I felt his cock jerk and just a fraction of a second later, the first drops of warm urine left his dick and that began a heavy and thick stream that was difficult to keep up with. This boy had drank a lot of beer because I could taste it in his piss. It was fowl and I loved it. I timed my swallowing just right to minimize the dripping of piss on the floor, but it kept flowing and flowing and I lost the battle and eventually he was pissing all over my face and my shirt. I made a second attempt to swallow his cock again and successfully guzzled the rest of his flow down my throat.
I removed his cock, shook it over my tongue and tucked it back into his boxer briefs and zipped him up.
“What do you say to the young man, pig boy?
“Thank you, Sir”
The kid left and then I was face to face with the urinal once again, after drinking straight from the hose, I was ravenous for more, to go full on wild boar. I found the largest sized piss stain on the front part of the urinal and attacked it with my tongue and lips, licking and sucking like I was blowing it. The flavor hitting my taste buds made me sick with more need to have more. I was blindly swiping my tongue back and forth on the outside of the urinal before Master James pushed my face right into the urinal cake.
“Mmmmm mmmmm”, I was now in another planet. I was eating out that urinal for a good 10-15 minutes, my entire face slick with the most disgusting combinations of urine and water and god knows what else. This time there were many stray pubic hairs that fell into my mouth, too.
When I was finished I turned my head around towards Master James who had finished that beer.
“Thank you, Master James. That was incredible. Thank you.”
I honestly was grateful that Master James let me turn fantasy to reality. If it wasn’t for him, none of this would have happened.
“Master James.”
“Yes boy?”
“What can I do for you? I feel like I owe you something for all of this?”
“Oh, you do, boy. I’ve been thinking about that while watching you filthy pig.”
“And what have you decided, Master James?”
“I’ve decided you’re gonna blow me until I blast down your throat.”
“Ok”
“Ok? Just ok? Ok what?”
“Ok Master James.”
“Get into that stall right now and I want to see you on your knees, boy, ready for my dick.”
I scurried over to the empty stall and dropped down to my knees and opened my mouth. I was still smelling something awful, my entire face was sticky and my shirt was drenched.
Master James burst through the stall door and pulled his cock out from his jeans and it was already very hard. The PA hoop shined under the flourcent lights.
My lips kissed the tip of his pierced cock and I took the head in my mouth and swirled the PA ring in my mouth with my tongue.
I opened wider and slowly swallowed all of his eight inches until my nose was in his thick patch of dark pubes.
“Ohhh that’s nice. Work my dick, boy.”
Master James held his hands on his hips and I glanced upward toward him to lock eyes as he watched me repeatedly swallow his cock, up and down. Then I closed my eyes and Master James started thrusting his hips, punching my throat open.
I figure Master James wasn’t too keen on touching me as I was kind of defiled and gross, but he held o to the wall of the stall for leverage as his cock thickened and he continued to pound away at my throat. I could feel his cock stiffen so I knew he was getting close and I was right.
Master James let out a small muffled roar as his cock danced in my closed mouth and I felt and tasted that creamy load filling my mouth. I let it all accumulate there, opened my mouth, showed him his own load that I’d collected, then closed my mouth and swallowed hard.
“Good boy”, Master James said.
“Thank you, Master James”
“Come on, go wash your face and take off that shirt. Let’s get you home.”
“Do I have to, Master James?”
“You don’t want to clean up?”
“No…I want to stay like this for a while.”
“It’s your choice.”
Master James rode with the window open again. He dropped me off in front of my building and said good-bye, not touching at all.
I thanked him several more times.
When he finally left me and I made my way up to my apartment I was still amped up.
I stripped down to my jockstrap and laid in my tub. I began to piss and the white fabric turned yellow before my eyes. The warm feeling of my own urine dripping down my sides was incredibly hot. I used my fingers and hands and bathed myself in my own piss.
When I’d finished pissing, I pulled off the jockstrap and held it over my open mouth and squeezed it, allowing for all the soaked up piss to drip down. When I wrung it out enough, I stuffed it into my mouth.
I kept it there smelling it, tasting it, while twisting my tits and pulling and tugging on my balls.
I needed to orgasm so bad. I pulled myself out of the tub, laid a towel on the bathroom floor and took one of my lubed butt plugs and began to fuck my own hole with it. My legs splayed open, I punch myself with it, getting me hotter and hotter until I erupted and white cream spilled out of my black Viper cock cage.
When I looked at myself in the mirror I swear I felt like such a pig faggot. With the buzz of alcohol and weed wearing off the reality of what is done hit me. I wouldn’t say I was ashamed, but I would say I was proud of myself for doing what I did. I wasn’t ready to clean myself off. I wanted to wallow in all that dried piss all over my body so I laid that towel down on my bed and just laid there in silence, feeling the endorphins move through my body, making me feel good…until I gradually closed my eyes and fell asleep.
