Debt collector 3

Author: jackbootlad
Title: Debt collector 3
Date: 14 April 2011

Lee was kept suspended for a couple of hours. After a while, the skins returned. He felt himself being lowered in the hoist but not placed on the floor. The two zips covering his eyes were unzipped and he could see 5 sets of polished black boots with yellow laces around him: the skins were all identically dressed. They were in uniform.

"Right toilet, time for a drink" laughed a familiar voice. Lee had forgotten that his gag was attached to a funnel in all the pain he had been going through. He was facing the floor but the funnel snaked up over his head and was in the perfect position to act as a urinal. He saw the first pair of boots stop in from of him, legs apart. He heard the zip go down and then the splash of hot piss pouring into the funnel. He had to swallow quickly and the piss flowed powerfully down his throat coating his mouth and into his gut. All five of them pissed into this funnel - he must have drunk pints of the stuff. Once each pair of boots had come and gone the first skin returned.

"Time for a lager to wash it down" he said "only there is a just a bit of laxative in there too". He heard the laugh as the lager poured into the funnel and, once again, he drank quickly. Next he was lowered to the floor completely and unhooked from the chains and the hooks on the yoke. The rubber sleeve was removed from his cock and he felt himself being turned over.

He was then re-hooked to the hoist and raised up to table level ready for the next stage of his conversion. His cock had been dibbling with with pre-cum for a while and he desperately wanted to shoot his load. As if in understanding, he felt a hand start to massage it so that it once more stood to attention.

"Catheterize him!" came an order. He felt some cold gel being rubbed over his bell end and a rubber tube being slowly but insistently pushed into his piss slit. The whole shaft of his penis was then covered in a rubber sleeve which was attached to a hose. The end of the hose was placed into the funnel.

"You're gonna be your own toilet, cock-sucker" he heard somebody say "and we're all gonna watch".

The very mention of needing a piss made Lee start to want to do it and the laxative was now beginning to have its effect. All the piss he had drunk was collecting in his bladder together with the lager and Lee strained to keep it under control. The straining caused him to moan gently and he realised that the skins knew he was in agony and about to let loose. They started chanting "Toilet boy, toilet boy" in a rhythmic chant. Somewhere in the room, a tap had been turned on and to add to Lee's agony, the sound of running water intensified the futile struggle. He was going to have to piss. The chanting continued insistently and, eventually, the call of nature burst forward uncontrollably. The piss shot out of his piss slit up the catheter and into the hose. The force of it meant that it reached the funnel instantly and Lee was, once again, drinking piss - this time his own. He really had become a human urinal.

The pissing finished and he felt a table being pushed underneath his hanging body. He was now lying on it. Around the table at regular intervals were hanging individual rubber wellington boots.

"We're having a bit of a do tonight and we need you for that, toilet boy" said one of the skins. He told Lee about the table and the boots. These would become the urinals for the night ahead. He was told that skins would come and piss into he boots and whenever one got full, it would be tipped down his funnel. Of course if he needed to piss he would process his own piss. The rules of the human urinal were clear: every time a boot was tipped down the funnel, Lee had to be given the same amount of water - with laxative, of course. The water became the equivalent of the flush. It kept Lee safe and efficient.

"This is just the start of your new life as a debtor slave" one of the skins said into his ear. "The boss has plenty more ideas for how to make use of you, shit boy".

Once again, the comments reminded Lee of his predicament and his cock swelled. He needed a wank little realising that milking was still to come...