Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 12:00:23 -0400
From: Aadrin Blue <aadrinblue@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jacey's Put In-Use part 3 - (gay:urination/authoritarian)

Jacey's Put In-Use
by Aadrin Blue

part 3

"I shall leave you to your lesson in discipline now. Think about how
preferable freedom is, boy, as you enjoy your day with none. It shouldn't
be long before you get to enjoy your first customer," the Principal
said. And with that, he left. Jacey couldn't even turn around to watch the
door close, but he heard the lock click shut. The lights in the punishment
room dimmed. Jacey's ass throbbed around the uncomfortable plug. He tried
desperately to force it out of him, but it remained, his hole stretched
around its thickness. It felt like burning.  The leaning position into
which he'd been fixed beyond his control was incredibly painful to
maintain. After what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been more than a
few minutes, his knees began to cramp and he lost the battle to lean
forward. He collapsed back onto the bicycle chair, of course increasing the
pressure on the plug through the diaper. With nothing else to do, Jacey
began sobbing anew.

It was then that he heard the door to the boys bathroom open up, and
footsteps enter.

It was one of the guys from Jacey's math class. A thin lanky kid with
glasses.  He walked in and picked his nose; Jacey realized that the boy
must not be able to see him. Of course! Jacey had never walked into the
bathroom and seen through the walls, so they must only be transparent from
the inside of the punishment room, he realized. The other boy walked
forward and Jacey sighed with relief as he chose the urinal on the far
left. His heart leapt again, though, because just as soon as the first boy
left, another entered... and this one walked directly toward the center
urinal.

Jacey knew this boy. His name was Jordan, and he was from the Eleventh
level. A Junior, one year older than Jacey was. He was muscular, because he
was on the volleyball team, and had messy dark-brown hair.

As Jordan stepped forward and positioned himself directly in front of the
urinal, a mere two feet from Jacey's kneeling form, Jacey involuntarily
pulled back... but to no avail.

It all happened in slow motion. Jacey stared wide eyed as Jordan pressed
the release on his pants, and rolled down the zip to reveal his boxers. He
pulled the elastic waistband out and down, over himself, shamelessly
revealing his soft penis and bushy brown pubic hair. He took hold of his
tool, slightly rolled back his foreskin to clear the urethra, and then
aimed... directly at the center of the drain. *Oh my god, this is it...*
Jacey cried internally, bracing himself.  He couldn't believe he was about
to be forced to taste another boy's piss, to actually *drink* urine. To be
used like this, made lower than the lowest scum he could imagine.
Helplessly he knelt there, his mouth involuntarily opened wide to receive
the waste fluid of another human being, one who wasn't even aware of his
presence. After a few seconds, a powerful torrent of bright yellow fluid
burst forth from the muscular jock, Jordan's gift at first splashing around
in the fixture, but quickly running directly down into the drain of the
urinal. Jaw forced open, mouth locked in place, his lips wrapped around the
inescapable tube phallus, Jacey watched with his eyes wide in abject horror
as the translucent golden flow made its way down the transparent drain,
through the wall, into the tube, around in its loops and then, finally,
into the base of the phallus. A split second later Jacey was tasting
Jordan's bitter piss as it spread across his tongue.

The bitter urine flooded his mouth quicker than he would have thought...
The taste was horrible. It brought tears to his eyes, but no matter how
repulsed he became, he couldn't spit it out. He shifted desperately, but it
was no use. He coulen't pull away because he couldnt even move! As he
continued to fight it, the tube filled up and Jordan's urine started to
pool in the base of the urinal. In desperation, instinctively, Jacey's
throat muscles moved and before he knew what he was doing he was swallowing
his first mouthful of Jordan's vile, disgusting piss.  It tasted even worse
than before as it soaked his throat on its way down into his stomach.

The voided space in his mouth quickly refilled with more of Jordan's strong
bitter boy piss. Helplessly, Jacey stared up into the genitals of the boy
who he knelt serving. He swallowed again, with a grimace. Two more tears
rolled down his right cheek as the unrelenting tube filled his mouth up
again.

Jordan's flow was still going strong. The taste was almost more than Jacey
could bear, and it seemed more and more awful with each mouthful. After six
disgusting gulps, the stream waned and a few seconds later the flow into
Jacey's mouth slowed to a trickle. Jordan zipped up his pants and, without
washing his hands, left the restroom.

Jordan's urine continued to trickle through the tube and onto Jacey's
tongue, eventually reduced to drop by bitter humiliating drop. He tried,
but nothing Jacey could do would eliminate the sour aftertaste from his
mouth. Every so often, when a little 'puddle' would form in his throat from
the trickle of urine, he had to force himself to swallow it. He could feel
Jordan's entire bladder load of piss in his stomach. Again he cried. His
rectum was still wrapped around the plug, he was still very aware of its
pain, but he didn't care. He went limp in his bonds (except for his shaft,
stimulated by the presence in his bottom) and his body was wracked with his
continued sobs. But no matter how much he cried, he still couldn't wash
away either the taste or the memory of the vile urine from his mouth.

He was powerless.

The next boy used one of the other urinals, but a while after that, a
member of the swim team came in. Jacey would be forced to serve him. He
opened up his fly, and Jacey prepared himself for the inevitable. This
boy's urine was much lighter in colour than Jordan's had been, and while he
still found it disgusting, he swallowed it considerably easier than before.
It didn't burn, and it wasn't as strong in taste. Jacey gulped once, twice,
three times, and the flow slowed.  Jacey disgustedly completed his fourth
and final swallow of the swimmer's pee as the swimmer walked away. Once
again, the bathroom was empty.

Jacey lost track of time for a while, but then suddenly, he heard the
school's sched-tones go off. First period had just ended. Almost
immediately, two boys entered. One of them used the middle urinal. Again
the stream filled Jacey's unwilling mouth, again Jacey willed his throat to
swallow, painting every last taste-bud with the other boy's fluid relief.
This was only slightly stronger than the swimmer's had been, but when this
boy left, another one immediately took his place and a new stream followed
the first. Without a break, the flow into Jacey's mouth darkened as Jacey's
gulping continued. The new boy's urine tasted so strong it was like
acid. As he looked up into the boy's face he saw it was a Ninth Level who
often teased him in the halls for being clutzy. The Ninth was looking up at
the ceiling now, eyes closed in ecstasy and relief as he emptied his
bladder into Jacey's fixture, oblivious to the fact that he was
simultaneously filling up poor Jacey's open mouth, throat, and tummy with
his concentrated teenaged schoolboy pee.

A line had developed, and other boys were using the other urinals. By the
time the between-class rush had finished, Jacey had served three boys in
quick- succession with no break. He'd swallowed ten or eleven times... He
felt dirtier than he'd ever felt before. It made him sick in his mind, if
not in his stomach.  Despite the situation, the butt plug kept him hard in
the diaper he was forced to wear, and he hated himself for the fact that he
was actually getting used to the taste. It reminded him of almonds, he
reflected, but quickly banished the thought.  He did, however, realize that
he'd stopped crying.

His body stiff and sore from his bondage, his stomach full of urine from
five different boys, his jaw locked around this torture tube from hell, and
having been there for only a quarter of the day so far, he had no idea how
me was going to survive the rest of his punishment. Nothing could make this
situation worse, he thought. Just then he heard the bathroom door open up,
and in walked Bradley del Mar. From his grade. From his class. The Boy of
his Dreams who didn't want anything to do with him.

Jacey couldn't believe it. He closed his eyes and chose something less
painful to focus on. He had almost decided between the salty taste of urine
and the pain of the plug forced in his behind when he heard Bradley
stepping up towards the middle urinal.

To Be Continued