All the way through the city you will see metal fences around sunken buildings with skylights. As soon as you walk down into the old Victorian public toilet you cannot help but notice the reclaimed grandeur of the place. The clean white porcelain. The colourful glass dome allowing in light from above and the colours that dance around the room. Even down to mock oil lanterns allowing the room to be in good lighting, even at night. Beautiful tiles on the floor, showing districts of the city. There are forty or fifty individual urinals around on the sides. The areas with sinks and lock-ups around the side. The steel handles on the doors. All the ornate pineapples on the edges of each open urinal cubicle. The details of the refurb are breath-taking.
However, the detail is overshadowed by the boys, set back in each indented alcove. Each one is restrained to kneeling on a slant with a metal hook tight up their holes to add to stability. The slant allowed the flow of piss down their throats with their back to the wall. Their arms raised and shackled above their heads. Their slave tits are heavily ringed and pulled forward to hooks just above the glass panel in front of them. A metal ring opened their mouths and was attached to a mouth restraint made of stainless steel, and then fixed to a stainless collar around each of the boy's necks. A tube connected their mouths with a glass panel in front of them and on the other side of the glass sheet was a small urinal basin, at a 'below waist' height to be used to urinate in. The glass separated the slave from the freeman and allowed the freeman to piss into the slave's mouth. The slave's body was on full display with restraints stopping the boy's ability to move. The knee pads allow a small relief of comfort for long periods at a time. It was almost as if the boys were the working mechanics behind a glass wall to add to the design of the room. Nothing else but a display in a case.
Their dicklets are permanently set in chastity. Tiny stainless-steel ones to match the other fittings of the room. These cages are different than the others you may well have seen other slaves wear, these have a threading to them that attaches to a pipe that disappears into the ground, connecting to the waste pipe below.
You must take a second look to realise what is happening here. The slaves are completely immobile and cannot move. The freeman urinates in the little trough that goes through a pipe through the glass, and then through into the slave's mouth. Then it is processed like any other waste through its bladder, through the chastity, through the pipe and into the pipe in the ground, taking the urine away. The slave is used as an additional piece of piping from the urinal. Nothing more.
All day men come into the old Victorian underground building and walk round choosing which slave will drink their piss. Sometimes they go for the younger ones. However, the older slaves are popular too. It is often witnessed young college boys tormenting their former teachers that have fallen down into slavery.
Fat old men, young cocky twenty-something boys, and businessmen will stick their cocks above the urinal and watch as the piss is unable to go anywhere else but the gulping slave's mouth. Some men are in a hurry and need to take their first piss of the day before work, others like to be a bit more sadistic and choose to dehydrate themselves before entering the building. That way the slaves get a nasty little surprise when their bitter and dark-yellow piss is forcibly gulped down. The boy's eyes often widen as horrors such as this continue.
There is no escaping. There is no choosing what man uses its throat in this way. If the slave moves then their tits find themselves in pain, especially when the slave is continuously fidgeting. Often the Overseers will punish a slave by putting an itching powder on their kneeling pad, causing the slave to move all day, making its tits sore.
Lunchtimes and morning and afternoon rush hours are the busiest times of day, when hundreds of men will pass through the city using the toilets. Men in suits will saunter in, sometimes on the phones and in meetings without looking down or saying a word and start relieving themselves into the slave's mouth. They like to treat the slave as just a piece of the fixings of this reclaimed building.
The slave knows that truthfully, they deserve this, as many of the slaves are level three slaves. The worst type of slaves. The ones that broke the worst laws of the new order. They are used as objects of ridicule. Free men would come in and laugh at them. Sometimes they knew them from their previous lives which would add to their humiliation. Occasionally a perverted slave that has been trained through years of service to associate piss with pleasure will spontaneously ejaculate into the chastity and pipework. Often this leads to more ridicule if a freeman witnesses it. This has even been known to happen to previously heterosexual males that have now been restrained to be used as a human urinal. They have spent months or years having their tits twisted and dicklets twitching in chastity as they gulp down man piss, riding down on the metal rod up their arseholes only for it to be pent up for too long and have a long and humiliating orgasm. Their slave juices would be waste and be washed down into the pipes connected to their chastity cages. This then feeds the cycle, further establishing any pleasure from being treated in this way. Some slaves cum regularly once they have cum the first time.
Every twelve hours the Overseers on duty will begin to swap the slaves over. The slaves would be taken in a back room which would be the sleeping quarters in a slave pen together with the other urinals. They would be hosed down by a couple of slave attendants. They would ensure that each urinal is cleaned both inside and out and then allow them to eat slave chow. Then placed on gurneys and injected with medicine to clear out all impurities and send them to a nine-hour sleep. There is little movement all the time. No words are spoken by the slaves. They are withdrawn animals with only one purpose in life. To be a pipe for man piss.
The new order to include human urinals has been a great influence on society. The amount of level three slaves being convicted have steadily depleted over the past decade. Many men realising that if this is their future, they best not break any laws to end up here.
Elsewhere in the subterrain building a couple of level two slaves are always cleaning away. Keeping the public toilet in good order. Working all day making sure the cubicles are also pristine too. It is very rare to see slaves wearing uniform, however these attendant slaves do. To make the place look chic and retro. They wear white short shorts and revealing mid-riff t-shirts. The outfits are tight on their skin and their little dicklets are locked too, the bulge being prominent in their short shorts. Around their necks are ornate slave collars, that look more like jewellery than a standard thick collar. These level two attendant slaves are treated roughly by the service users. More so than the urinals as they cannot get to them.
Though potentially serving life as a human urinal has deterred several potential law-breakers from risking their lives, remarkably there are one or two perverts who wish to join the ranks. Recently a request was made from a young man named Tom, a strapping lad in his mid-twenties who requested for his freeman citizenship to be revoked so he could become a urinal. He had been fascinated by the urinals he saw on his way home from work as a freeman. He started off scared of entering the building but slowly he got over his anxiety to start being one of the men that would feed a slave his waste load. When he watched the slaves swallow countless amounts of piss and look up at him in pleading eyes it made his below average size cock twitch. Often, he would have to dash off home to jerk off, he was always too shy to show his cock around other men, even if it was in front of slaves. He knew he was smaller than his friends, always had been, ever since high school.
The slaves he fed his piss to didn't seem to notice, or care for that matter, they were too preoccupied swallowing his piss.
Over time he started to feel more confident being at the urinals. His eyes began to wander whenever another man around as sometimes he liked to compare his cock size to them. One day he glanced over to a man making a loud noise of a sense of relief. The man had one hand above him against the glass and sounded like he had been holding his piss in all day. Tom couldn't help but look. The businessman felt Tom's eyes on him.
"Like what you see Perv!".
Instantly Tom shifted his focus back to his urinal.
