How I Found a Eyholder

7.a: Video #11: The food court

Given the pattern I had gotten used to, I was surprised when I scanned the code on Monday that I was being thrust into action right away.

"ASSIGNMENT IS TODAY. YOU CAN GO TO WORK AFTER. BE READY TO TRAVEL AT 12:30"

I wondered if this one would keep me locked up long enough that I'd be late to work.

Well, given how the last one worked, I might by in a jail cell by the time I'm supposed to be at work

.

I puttered around, doing at-home stuff, and was surprised to get another message just after eleven.

"EFFECTIVE NOW, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PISS UNTIL GIVEN PERMISSION."

And then, about a half-hour later, another unexpected message:

"DRINK A LARGE GLASS OF WATER, TAKE A PHONE VID OF YOU DRINKING IT AND SEND IMMEDIATELY."

Another message with the same instruction came a half-hour later.

By the time I got my travelling orders at 12:30, I was definitely at a state where I would have made a pit stop before going out. Hopefully, I was being sent to a restroom again!

"DRESS IN T-SHIRT AND GYM SHORTS. NO UNDERWEAR. TAKE WORK CLOTHES IN BAG.

"GO TO FOOD COURT AT TOWN CENTRE MALL. FIND QR CODE IN SW CORNER, END OF AISLE OF SEATS BY SCULPTURE

"LEAVE NOW"

I was already dressed for work, so after a hasty change, I was out the door, work clothes crammed in my bag. By the time I biked over and wound my way through the mall, it looked like the food court was heading to the quieter time after the lunch rush. Most of the tables were empty and there were a couple employees working their way between them, tidying up.

My instructions to find the code were pretty vague, but once I saw the sculpture (an animal of some sort made of strips of metal) I had a zone to work from... and then, at the end of an aisle of booths I saw a guy wearing one of those familiar blue "courier" shirts. Figuring that wasn't a coincidence, I walked over towards him. He was sitting with his back to me as I approached, but as I drew beside him, I saw he was holding onto a card with a QR code. He looked up as I stood by the table.

"Um, I think that's for me?" Without comment he handed the card over. I laid it on the table and pulled out my phone so I could scan it. I was working up some sort of conversation starter when my phone buzzed.

"GO OVER TO THE MEGA BURGER AND GET A JUMBO DRINK. COME BACK AND SIT DOWN."

Well, if nothing else, this assignment already had a different sort of rhythm to it -- so far it felt more like a treasure hunt. It turned out that the "Jumbo" drink was no joke, coming in a cup that was about the size of a Big Gulp. Looking at it reminded me of my faint but distinct need to relieve myself. In arriving here I had forgotten I was hoping to be sent to the restroom.

Tub of diet coke in hand, I went back and took the seat across from the guy in the blue shirt. Without bothering to make small talk, he launched right into a spiel.

"So, I'm supposed to let you know that you don't have to worry about your camera. I have them set up for you. There's one right there," gesturing toward a garbage can across from the table, "and one down there," twisting around to point at the base of a divider between tables several yards back.

"When you're done whatever it is you're here for, you have to scan the card again, and I'll come get the cameras." With that, he pulled out his own phone and scanned it, then stood up and walked away. He left his tray behind him, which had an empty burger wrapper and french fry container. And also, curiously, a large pair of scissors.

His action must have been a trigger, as my phone buzzed right away, before I had time to process that.

"DRINK AS MUCH OF THE DRINK AS YOU CAN"

Yikes!

I picked up the giant cup, and chugged a couple swallows. Then I paused and figured I should pace myself, so I took a series of more measured glugs. I paused for a little silent burp, then drank what felt like another full-sized normal serving. There was still about half of the drink left, but that was what I could handle for now. Meanwhile, I had more instructions.

"TAKE TIMELOCK AND CUFFS FROM BAG

"REMOVE SOCKS AND SHOES, STORE THEM IN BAG

"LOCK BAG WITH PADLOCK. PUT KEY ON SHACKLE OF TIME LOCK"

That kept me busy for a couple minutes, especially trying to unobtrusively get my shoes and socks off. By the time the padlock on my bag clicked shut, I had more to do.

"DRINK SOME MORE OF THE DRINK

"LOCK ONE CUFF AROUND TABLE LEG, LOCK OTHER TO RIGHT ANKLE

"PULL DOWN SHORTS SO THEY ARE LAYING ON THE FLOOR

"PUT HANDCUFF KEY ON SHACKLE OF TIME LOCK

"LOCK TIMELOCK TO METAL BAR ON DIVIDER BESIDE TABLE. SET FOR ONE HOUR AND START

"RESCAN QR CODE WHEN CLOCK RUNNING"

That gave me a whole bunch of things to do. It was enough of a struggle to have to half-climb under the table to lock the cuffs to that table leg and my ankle that I hadn't really process the next line until I reread it.

I had to pull my shorts off, exposing my lower body in this very public place! I took a deep breath and looked around. I hadn't really studied it, but obviously this spot had been carefully chosen. It was at the end of a long aisle of booths, and there was only one approach. There was a shoulder-high wall that marked the edge of the food court seating area to my right, and a waste station to my left on the other side of the aisle, so the only place where someone could really see under the table was...

... I looked over and realized that was right where one of the cameras was located. At least, I was guessing that the small plastic box with a slot in front held a camera. Unless you examined it closely, it looked like it was part of the pillar between the booths. That camera would have a nice long view, showing above and below my table, and getting the whole context of the area with the space of the mall behind me.

The second camera the guy mentioned was in a similar box, attached at knee height to the garbage can perpendicular to the left of my table. It would have a nice straight-on side view of everything I was doing.

On the whole, this was set up so it was unlikely anyone would get a look underneath this table.

But still... to be exposed here for an hour?

Better to just get started. I lifted my butt to shimmy my gym shorts down my legs.

If worst comes to worst, I could always pull them back up

. Feeling some cooler air on my crotch, I put the handcuff key on the shackle of the time lock and twisted over to look at the thin bar that was running along the top of the divider wall. I waited for an older couple on the other side to walk past, then I was just able to fit the time lock over it. It clicked in place, and I set the timer. That loud beep that always annoyed me was mostly eaten up by the ambient background sound of the mall.

Well, this should be in interesting hour

. I re-scanned the QR code.

"FINISH OFF YOUR DRINK"

Lord, that was a struggle! My stomach felt like it was bursting now, my bladder, too, though I pushed that thought aside as my phone buzzed again.

"TAKE THE SCISSORS AND USE THEM TO REMOVE THE GYM SHORTS FROM THE HANDCUFF CHAIN."

I swallowed and blinked. That would quite efficiently take away my emergency backup plan! I felt a moment of defeat when I thought about how I was always one step behind what was being planned for me here.

Well, might as well get with the program

. I reached over to the tray, and grabbed the scissors. Once I looked at them more closely I realized they were those cloth scissors with the jagged teeth -- pinking shears, I guess they're called.

I leaned down and found the one leg that was wrapped around the handcuff chain. The shears made quick work of them. Feeling like this was a significant act, I grabbed them and held them up, so that both cameras would get a view of them.

I was committed now.

I leaned back on my padded seat, trying to look casual, like just another bored guy killing time in the food court. Every few seconds, someone would pass by outside the food court, on the other side of the divider that made up the far edge of my booth. They were just a couple feet away from me, sitting here with my cock exposed, but there was no way they could see it.

As I absorbed the whole situation, I could feel myself getting turned on. It blew my mind that I could be so exposed like this, in such a public place. Some of the excitement curdled away when a security guard walked past, giving me an impersonal eye, evaluating whether I was a threat to the peace of his mall.

My phone buzzed as he half-looked at me, passing by, so I had a distraction to keep me from having to awkwardly look, or not look, or nod at him.

"SCAN THE CODE AGAIN WHEN YOU NEED TO PISS AND CANT HOLD IT ANY LONGER"

As I twitched in my seat I realized that wouldn't take long. In the meantime, I half-looked at my phone as I tried to not-too-obviously keep looking around to notice if anyone was noticing me.

Finally, about ten minutes later, I was definitely there... I

really

had to take a leak. Trying to guess at how this was going to play out, I scanned the QR code once more.

"YOU CAN WAIT FIVE MORE MINUTES"

Dammit!

Having to hold it, and now being conscious of the time, made my urge even more apparent. And then the pressure in my bladder joined up with the omnipresent ache in my balls, and my guts were roiling in a very odd way... another discomfort which was also arousing me, and making my balls and prostate ache more, which seemed to increase my need to pee, which...

Just as I was starting to wonder if I'd need to scan the code again, my phone buzzed of its own accord when the five minutes were up.

"YOU MAY NOW PISS INTO YOUR DRINK CUP + SET IT ON TOP OF THE TABLE"

Well, by process of elimination I was expecting something like that. Casually looking around to check if anyone was looking my way, I grabbed the giant cup and swung it under the table. And seconds later, I was feeling intense relief.

Thank goodness it's such a huge cup... I feel like I could fill it all the way!

One long slash later, I was darting my eyes around again as I brought the cup back up, wondering to myself where it would fall on the nerve-wracking/titillating scale to have to sit here with a cup of piss in front of me until I was unlocked. My phone buzzed again.

"NOW DRINK EVRYTHING IN THE CUP"

I wasn't turned off by the idea of drinking my own piss -- obviously I had done it quite a few times while fantasizing about drinking other men's -- but looking over at the timelock I realized this could lead to a repeating cycle. I'd definitely have to piss again before I'd be unlocking... would I have to keep drinking it?

Putting that thought off, I grabbed the cup. I turned to look at both of the cameras with a smile on my face as I raised the cup to my mouth and chugged all my piss down. It was fairly watery, and not bitter. I could smell it though, as out of the corner of my eye I watched people walking past on the other side of the divider. I felt like a bit of a dirty freak, and frankly the idea of it turned me on.

When I set the cup back down, I realized I had missed one more text arriving.

"NOW TAKE THE SCISSORS AND CUT THE CUP IN HALF"

Once more, this wasn't proceeding as I had guessed. Wondering what was going to happen when I had to piss again, I reached over for the shears, and their jagged teeth made quick work of the cup's thin plastic.

Next came the waiting stage. I wondered if I was going to get more instructions, given how precisely choreographed everything had been so far.

A woman with a tray of food appeared at the other end of the aisle where I was sitting. She looked around, then moved toward me. She took a spot three booths down, a polite distance when the food court wasn't too busy. Though when I looked around, I realized it was definitely busier than it had been when I arrived. If things picked up much more, there would be more people looking to sit near me. Luckily for now, at least, the woman sat with her back to me, so I wouldn't have to worry about her noticing any of my peculiar activities.

For ten minutes or so, nothing happened. I watched the back of the woman's head as she ate her lunch, and watched people occasionally stroll by on the other side of the divider. On the far side of the food court from me, an employee with a cleaning cart started wiping the unoccupied tables.

As a distraction, my phone buzzed, and it turned out to be something unrelated to my current predicament. It was Edward, asking me when would be a good night for us to hook up. I'd actually been wondering when this would happen... I smiled to myself as I thought back a couple weeks to my "date" with Tony, and I wondered how the night with Edward would be different. While Tony was introverted and gentle, Edward was a gregarious goofball, always filling the room with his personality and loud voice. We agreed to meet up on Wednesday when I had my night off. Fantasizing about what would happen was a pleasant diversion that kept me from thinking about the pressure that was building again in my bladder.

And finally, my phone buzzed with another instruction. "WHEN YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO PISS, SCAN THE QR CODE AGAIN. BUT NOT LESS THAN TEN MINUTES FROM NOW"

I started the stopwatch on my phone running. Once more, having a time limit to focus on made my need to piss that much worse, and it felt like my bladder was a balloon that was rapidly inflating. In five minutes I was starting to twitch in my seat a bit as I clenched my teeth. My phone buzzed, and when I checked it was an animated GIF of a waterfall, and then another of a tap running.

This isn't helping!

My guts felt ready to burst, and the pressure in my bladder felt like it was pressing directly against my prostate, sending weird tingles through my belly, which just made me even more uncomfortable.

Finally, the ten minutes were up, and I scanned the code.

"REACH UNDER THE TABLE AND FIND THE VIBRATOR TAPED THERE"

Leaning forward, my hand patted around, brushing over dried-up gumwads until I found something that would have been in front of the guy that I had met sitting at the table. I tugged at it and it came loose in my hand. When I brought it up, I could see it was a small bullet vibrator, and by now my phone had more instructions.

"USE THE VIBRATOR TO MAKE YOURSELF CUM. ONCE YOU DO YOU MAY EMPTY YOUR BLADDER"

Setting aside the second part for the moment, I tried to wrap my head around the first instruction. Given that I was half-naked and exposing myself in a mall food court, it shouldn't feel like such a big deal, but actually masturbating in public seemed like a step into something bigger.

Like felony territory, maybe

. But even as that crossed my mind, there was a different sort of ache in my balls, and I realized that I wanted to masturbate in this food court very badly.

I clicked the button at one end of the vibe with my thumb and it started buzzing in my hand. Its high-pitched whine was eaten up by the mall's background sounds, which was a relief.

My hand darted back under the table. As soon as I touched the vibe to the side of my plastic cage, the noise increased into a clearly-audible thrum. I wondered if the woman three tables away would hear it; certainly anyone walking past on the other side of the divider would.

I didn't really care about that, though, because the feelings from the vibrator were

incredible

. There were fireworks behind my eyes and it felt like my balls were vibrating at their own frequency. It must have been a month since Sir had drained my come when he was measuring for my new cage, so I was insanely ready to release the pressure. There was a pinching pain behind my balls as my cock swelled and tried to grow, combated by the constraints of the plastic cage.

Oh, Jesus... I had forgotten how good it felt to have my cock stimulated. No -- check that. Jerking off had never felt

this

good. This was something different, something better and far more intense. Almost too intense as I felt a strong ache in my balls. And then the ache was gone; it was as if a dam has burst and I knew now there was nothing that would stop me from orgasming.

An older woman walked past me on the other side of the divider, giving me a concerned or disapproving look, and I vaguely realized I was sitting there slack-jawed and on the cusp of drooling. I didn't care. Something else had one thousand per cent of my attention. There was a warmth in my guts, a sun that was pouring liquid honey over my insides. I grunted once, and I'm sure the woman three tables over heard that, as her head tilted slightly to the side.

And I came.

Oh, fuck

. A month's supply of semen was making its way out of my cock. Not exploding so much as oozing out like more of that honey. It felt like my cock and balls were surging more than pumping, and I felt something wet dripping onto my foot.

I wanted to lean down and watch the semen that was still oozing out of me, but I realized that would probably draw too much attention. Plus, I wouldn't really be able to get a good view around the table anyway. Instead, I stared into the camera and rode it out, hoping that it was capturing this incredible thing that was happening to me.

And then the buzzing of the vibrator was even louder in my ears and I was brought back down to earth. After fumbling with it several times, I managed to switch it off and the noise disappeared.

All at once I experienced two separate kinds of discomfort. First, the ache in my balls was back, as if the orgasm hadn't finished and I didn't get that relaxed glow that is so satisfying after ejaculation. Instead, this was more like the tension of a ruined orgasm, and I knew there would be no peaceful refractory period for me. Instead, my balls were still telling me they needed release.

But all of that was subsumed by the more intense ache in my guts as my monumental need to piss reasserted itself. I looked around the table, casting my eyes over the ruined cup. There was nothing left for me to catch my piss with.

There was only one thing I could do. With a sigh, I relaxed my sphincter and started pissing on the floor of my booth.

Now something else splashed against my foot and I moved it out of the way. Suddenly I had a burst of panic as I looked at the aisle floor beside the booth. But apparently the raised floor of the booth was slightly concave, as the streaming liquid was pooling right below me.

And really, it didn't actually matter at this point where the piss was going to end up. I needed to let it go, and I wasn't going to stop now for anything. As I pissed for what must have been a minute straight, I felt pleasure that was almost as intense as the orgasm I had just experienced -- and of course that sent a little kick of rippling tension through my balls.

Finally I was done pissing, and the trickling and quiet splashing sounds receded into the mall's background hum. As if on cue, the woman sitting three booths over stood up and walked away with her tray, not pausing to look back at me.

I looked over at the timelock. There were less than ten minutes left. As I'd experienced before, this was the most anxious time, and it dragged out. After my orgasm, all the paranoid whispers that my mind had been suppressing about how I was going to get caught came back to needle me. As I tried to keep shifting my feet away from the pool of piss below me, I was definitely ready to get out of here.

Finally, after a long slog, the timelock gave its loud beep. Of course, there was a couple walking past me on the other side of the divider as that happened. I conspicuously picked up my phone and fake-answered a call; I didn't notice if they bought it, or even realized something was out of the ordinary.