Down On His Luck 1

Peter's wife had left him just before the pandemic, and shortly after that he had lost his job. He'd been making ends meet since then, but his savings were dwindling. He could still make rent next month, but after that he wasn't sure what he would do. Homelessness seemed increasingly likely in his future.

Sharing his troubles that night when he met up with Hal, he was surprised by the calculating look that stole over his acquaintance. Hal was someone he had met online, shortly after Peter's wife had left him. They had both been seeking some kind of sexual outlet. At first they spent a lot of time discussing things they both liked, which included bondage, pain, chastity, and humiliation. Hal greatly enjoyed being dominant, while Peter admitted early on that he was very much submissive. Quite naturally they had settled into a pattern of Peter giving Hal a blow job every time he was in his neighborhood, which turned out to be two or three times a month.

"I might be able to let you rent our basement", Hal offered. "Don't get your hopes up, because I need to check things out with my wife. Now, about that blowjob...." Peter got down on his knees and complied, putting perhaps a bit more effort into his actions than usual if Hal's moans were anything to go by.

It was two weeks before he managed to meet up with Hal again, and his situation hadn't improved one iota. So when Hal outlined his offer, Peter was so excited that he barely listened to what Hal had to say. "I know it's not a great place to live, but at least it's warm and dry and you'll have a home." He went on to describe the place. He would be sharing the space with the furnace and the laundry facilities. It had a dehumidifier so it stayed fairly dry in the summer months, and there wasn't any mildew. There was room for a bed and a small fridge and a hot plate, and if Peter was willing to do some work they could even install a toilet and a shower.

"My wife Jessica was thinking we should charge you $800 per month, but I know that might be more than you can manage, so I have another proposal. Why don't you start sucking while I tell you my idea." Hal had been getting quite hard while he was talking, and Peter wasn't used to starting the blowjob with such a stiff cock. He found it hard to focus on what Hal was saying with his hard cock immediately filling his mouth and threatening to go down his throat. He caught something about his rent being just $200, but also needing to commit to providing daily blowjobs, and doing Hal and Jessica's laundry as well as shoveling snow and doing other household chores and renovations. "You wouldn't be our slave, not really," Hal was saying, "Just earning your keep. Well, except for one thing, and it's really extremely important to me. You see I've always wanted to be able to use a guy's mouth as my urinal. Would you do that for me?" Hal had barely got the words out of his mouth when his cock started pulsing and he filled Peter's mouth with cum.

Peter was taken aback by the thought of serving as Hal's urinal. He had actually tried watersports play before with a girlfriend in university, but found that the reality of tasting her pee wasn't nearly as much fun as he had expected. Hal's offer was otherwise generous, so he didn't know what to say. But, given his increasingly desperate financial situation he realized that he really didn't have much choice, so after he had swallowed and his mouth was no longer filled with Hal's cock and cum he just shrugged and said "Sure", and so it was agreed.

By the end of that month the new toilet and shower had been installed and Peter had moved into the basement. Blowjobs, which had been kind of a fun occasional event, suddenly became a routine daily and sometimes twice-daily chore. Sucking Hal that often was just something that had to be done, and there was never a day off. Hal would come down to the basement, usually in the evening while Jessica was watching her favorite show or out with her friends, and demand payment. Peter made sure to put in some real effort, and swallowed dutifully each time, and if that and the chores had been all that was required of him he would have been quite content. Swallowing Hal's cum and doing his hosts' laundry and a few other chores was a small additional price to pay for a roof over his head and a warm bed at night for such low rent. But the bargain he had made with Hal involved a more humiliating aspect.

The very first night, after Hal had filled his mouth with cum, he had told Peter to wait on his knees, and then when his cock had gone soft, he had proceeded to completely fill Peter's mouth with his piss. It was warm. It was salty. And it was rank. Peter struggled to swallow, with Hal's warning fresh in his mind: he would have to learn to swallow it all, or face eviction. He had been given a week to learn, and while it hadn't been easy, the thought of being on the streets was sufficient motivation that he was able to overcome his inhibition at swallowing another man's urine. He managed to earn Hal's praise before the week was even up.

Hal had, of course, started him off easy. But as Peter continued to master the act of swallowing piss, Hal began using him as a urinal more and more often. After a month he was serving as Hal's urinal twice a day, and by the time fall came he was pretty sure that Hal had completely stopped peeing in the toilet whenever he was home. But Hal wasn't done. Before the first snow he had started filling bottles with his piss at work, and taking them home to pour down Peter's throat, and as Christmas approached, Hal had proudly informed him that Peter had been drinking all of his piss all week long, except for his first pee every morning. "I want you to swallow that too." Hal said, which was why the plan for the bathroom renovation was hatched.

Part of the motivation was that Hal simply didn't want to be troubled with going to the basement just to pee, and this was especially true in the mornings. Instead, he intended to make it possible for him to discreetly use Peter's mouth in the downstairs bathroom. Convincing Hal's wife that the bathroom needed renovations was easy. She only ever used the upstairs bathroom so she wasn't going to be inconvenienced, and the costs were negligible because Peter would be doing the work as part of his rental agreement.

The cabinet next to the toilet was in rather sad condition, and thus the primary focus of the renovation. A section of the floor under the cabinet was removed, leaving sufficient space for Peter's shoulders to fit through from below, and a nice new custom cabinet was constructed over top of it, with big cupboard doors. Whenever Hal would require Peter's mouth, a rope ladder allowed Peter to climb up from the basement, lift the trap door, and insert his upper body into the cabinet. When the cupboard doors were opened, Peter's mouth would be there, located at a perfectly convenient height for Hal's cock to use.

The renovation was completed over Christmas, and was a complete success as far as Hal was concerned. The quiet tinkle of a servant's bell in the basement was now used to summon Peter whenever Hal wished to pee or get his cock sucked. Peter found himself constantly listening for the bell. Once summoned, waiting in the dark of the cupboard to be used by Hal made him feel more and more like a slave, somewhat of a cross between a sex toy and a urinal. He said as much to Hal, who simply shrugged and asked how his finances were. When Peter admitted they were no better than before, Hal promptly purchased a funnel, and insisted that Peter have the funnel ready in his mouth when he was summoned with one bell, and have his mouth available and prepared to suck when he heard the bell twice. For some reason, having his mouth being filled with urine via a funnel rendered his situation even more objectifying and humiliating.

Peter was now consuming all of Hal's pee, day in, and day out. Morning piss was the worst, but swallowing Hal's cold bottled pee after work was a close second. He sucked Hal's cock and swallowed his cum most mornings and evenings, and yet it still wasn't enough for Hal, who suddenly decreed that Peter would be required to wear a chastity belt whenever he was at home, and be naked while serving him in the cupboard. The chastity belt had been fitted with remote shocking capability, so as well as being summoned by the bell he would sometimes be encouraged to hurry into position by the sharp jolts of pain flowing through his cock and balls. Sometimes, when Hal was feeling particularly cruel, he made sure that the shocks intensified while Peter was sucking his cock. They would peak when Hal orgasmed, and then remain at an almost intolerable level until his whimpering caused Hal to finally take pity on him.

At first Hal made sure that Peter got a chance to jerk himself off quite regularly every two days, but after a while his periods of release became much less frequent, and eventually he would often find himself going two, three, or even four weeks between opportunities to release. On those days, Hal would come downstairs to the basement, seat his bare ass on Peter's face, unlock him, and let him masturbate quickly before immediately locking him up again. Not surprisingly Hal always required Peter to swallow his own cum.

When Jessica left to go on a cruise with her childhood friends, Hal installed a metal collar and cuffs so he could have Peter immobilized for urinal duties. Once immobilized, he would sometimes leave Peter waiting in the dark cupboard between times when Hal needed to pee. Hal thought having Peter's mouth available in the cupboard was absolutely perfect, although Peter was understandably less enthused, especially the time Hal "forgot" he was there and left him trapped overnight. Peter's cries to be released that night had been unheeded, Hal apologizing insincerely and indicating that he really hadn't heard a thing while he was sleeping upstairs. But after Jessica had returned, and suspiciously frequently on Friday nights, Peter found himself desperately trying to grab some sleep while locked in position in the cupboard all night, until Hal finally came down to use his mouth and then release him in the morning. Peter had long since figured out that connecting his chastity belt via a hose to a bucket would ensure that he didn't make a puddle on the carpet whenever he was likely to be trapped in the cupboard.

Spring came, and then summer, but Peter's freedom to enjoy the fine weather was curtailed by Hal's desire to make use of his mouth multiple times a day. The few times that Hal and Jessica went away for a weekend or on longer trips were the only breaks he had, but Hal made certain to fill at least one bottle with pee each time he was away and bring it back to dispose of down Peter's mouth, so he didn't get much relief.

By the end of the first year, they had settled into a routine that Hal simply came to expect and Peter had accepted as his new normal. Sucking Hal off and swallowing his cum was still something he looked forward to a little bit. Swallowing Hal's piss remained a humiliating and unpleasant duty, but it had morphed into something he was entirely resigned to. The fact that Hal was pushing his humiliation pain and bondage buttons made it easier to accept his role.

Hal confessed that he'd really like to have Peter serve as a urinal at a block party, but he couldn't figure out how to set it up. He did however start holding a poker night whenever Jessica planned a night out, and on those nights Peter was always collared in his cupboard, waiting for Hal to pee in his funnel, and listening as the other guys tinkled or took a crap in the toilet. Fear of discovery kept him on edge and absolutely silent whenever someone was using the toilet next to his cupboard. After the parties were over Hal would pour any unfinished drinks down his funnel and then have him suck his cock and swallow his cum just before he went upstairs to bed. Hal particularly enjoyed those nights, knowing all evening that Peter was trapped and helplessly waiting for Hal to use him again the whole time that Hal was happily playing games with his friends.

Eventually, Hal hit upon a way to have Peter's urinal duties extend to serving his friends at poker nights. Since he didn't know if the idea would go over well with his friends, he hatched a plan to connect Peter into the plumbing. He had Peter install a porcelain urinal next to the cupboard, connected to a drain that included a bypass valve. On game nights, Peter now found himself standing tightly shackled to a jack post in the basement. The bypass valve was connected to a clear plastic tube that terminated in a ball gag in Peter's mouth. He was quite helpless in this predicament. Hal always made sure that the gag forced his head back so he was staring up at the tube where it came down from the ceiling. The gag was large enough that he was unable to spit anything out, so any liquids running down the pipe would fill his mouth and he was forced to swallow everything. He could block the flow of the pipe temporarily, but his tongue would quickly tire, allowing increasing amounts of liquid to drain into his mouth and then down his throat.

The new urinal in the bathroom was a big hit with Hal's friends. Peter found himself attached to the post and swallowing piss from all four men every poker night. Four was a lot of pissing cocks for a single throat to deal with, and Peter struggled to swallow whatever came his way. His stomach was bloated with urine by the end of each evening and he couldn't pee fast enough to keep up with the supply. By the time he was released he was usually miserable, and spent a lot of time on the toilet dealing with the runs that inevitably came his way after swallowing that much piss.

Hal tended not to spit into the urinal while peeing, but some of his friends were more likely to do so, and Peter could sometimes hear the sounds of spitting from above and then watch as a foamy white gob inched its way down his tube until it was suddenly washed into his mouth by a stream of yellow piss. One of Hal's friends would occasionally jerk himself off into the urinal before he peed, so he could sometimes taste a hint of cum in his mouth. The urine invariably grew more dilute as the beers started being consumed and the evening wore on. At the same time the alcohol content would increase, inevitably resulting in his getting quite drunk by the end of the night.

After a few months, Hal decided that he wanted to make Peter's plumbing duties even more miserable, so he cobbled together a sensor that detected the presence of someone standing at the urinal, hooked up to a simple logic circuit controlling a winch in the basement. The presence of someone at the urinal would cause the winch to wind up until it was fully retracted, and when the urinal was no longer occupied it would slowly unwind. The winch he hooked up to a ball parachute on Peter's balls, and then he strung some heavy weights on the cable. The result was that when someone attended the urinal the winch would slowly lift the weights off the floor so they would be half-supported by the winch, with the other half weighing on the ball parachute. Hal started with 20 pounds of weight on the cable, meaning 10 pounds was hanging from Peter's balls. The winch was quite slow, so the full weight would only pull on his balls if someone hung around in front of the urinal for more than two minutes. Of course if multiple guys used the urinal in sequence - which of course they often did - the winch wouldn't have time to unwind completely before the next user triggered the winch to continue pulling up. When all four of them used the urinal right after one another his balls would be painfully stretched for about 5 minutes. And, every time Hal's friend who jerked off spent a few minutes in front of the urinal his balls would suffer accordingly.

Hal was pleased with his new device, and would often spend a bit more time than necessary at the urinal, particularly after the poker game was over and he was closing up. It was at this time that he would dispose of any half-finished drinks down the urinal. Eventually he would head down to the basement to release his victim so that Peter could do some final clean up after the party while Hal went to bed, but sometimes he would hear Hal making his way upstairs while he was still shackled to the post. At those times Peter knew he would be in for a very long and uncomfortable night. Sometimes, if he had finally managed to fall asleep standing at the post, he would be awakened by the stream of strong piss that filled his mouth when Hal came back down to relieve himself in the morning.

Over time, Hal increased the weights on the cable so that eventually 20 pounds were being suspended from Peter's balls. He decided to stop there, although not content with just stretching Peter's balls, he now decided to add another entertainment. A flush button was installed at the urinal that would do two things: it would release a tiny trickle of rinse water into the urinal, and at the same time it would send a harsh shock into Peter's chastity belt. Naturally, anyone pressing the button would be inclined to press it multiple times in frustration, and Hal encouraged his friends to press it a lot in the interests of keeping the urinal clean. So now when someone used the urinal Peter's ball's would be painfully stretched, he would be forced to swallow their piss, and then his chastity belt would sending a whole series of excruciating shocks through his genitals. Jerk-off guy, as Peter had dubbed him, was particularly focused on ensuring the urinal was rinsed clean, and Peter suffered greatly every time his tormentor pleasured himself.

Buoyed by his success at having unsuspecting people fill Peter's mouth with pee, Hal now started planning to install a urine-separating toilet in the upstairs bathroom, with, of course, the urine drain leading into Peter's gag. The prospect of some or all of Jessica's pee also finding its way down his throat was actually a bit of a thrill for Peter, having already resigned himself to being a urinal for males. He had visions of spending more and more of his life simply serving as plumbing for Hal's amusement and perhaps one day even coming to crave it. But alas, the logistics of installing such a toilet bothered Jessica, and so Hal regretfully put his plans on hold.

The block party happened, with Peter shackled to his post and swallowing piss from umpteen guys, and at Hal's instigation he and Jessica started hosting monthly shindings on Saturday nights where Peter was forced to consume the piss of anyone choosing to use the urinal. Invariably, Hal would pop down to the basement as the party wound down, to get his evening blow job and gloat over Peter's stomach distended with piss.

It was strange, swallowing so much piss from random unknown strangers. He wondered, sometimes, on his way to work if the person who habitually sat across from him on the bus was one of Hal's friends that unwittingly regularly filled his mouth with piss, and if so, how often had his piss flowed down Peter's throat. His financial situation was not improving, and he really had no choice but to acquiesce to Hal's demands for him to swallow overwhelming amounts of piss, with no end to his urinal services and genital torture in sight.