“Whoa, I really need to piss.“

I chuckle to myself. I drank way too many cocktails and my limbs, now loose from the alcohol, stumble slightly as I leave the dancefloor where I’d been quite active with my boyfriend and the other guys. Now I really have to empty my almost exploding bladder. I passionately kiss my boyfriend, wink at him and leave the jiving bodies.

In the bathroom, there is a strange sight to behold. As I enter into one of the cubicles there is no toilet in sight. Instead, in the stall there is a kneeling rubber gimp with a urinal mask attached firmly to their face.

I smirk, gazing at the rubber creature beneath me in the shaded cubicle.

“Well, well, what do we have here,” I say, lurching towards the silent gimp. I open up the zipper of my pants and speak with a cocky voice;

“Looks like someone is about to get a little treat from me! My boyfriend won‘t let me dominate him, so you will get to enjoy that pleasure!”

I‘ve never been a sadistic guy, actually, I was really passive towards most people I interacted with. Within my relationship, I’m more of the submissive type and am so easily overpowered. But being quite drunk and gazing at the erotic image of the gimp obediently kneeling on the floor, I instantly feel a surge of dominance and masculinity come over me. I suddenly feel a strong desire to show that gimp its place by completely filling it up.

I take my member out of my underwear and notice that it’s rock hard.

“Damn, it will be hard to piss like this… let alone hit the target.”

I take another step closer to the gimp who is ready for use.

“Man, I‘m horny…”

I press and knead my shaft and fight to get the piss out.

“Hah, sweet release!”

I sigh as it slowly flows out splashing the mask of the gimp. Smiling I let all the golden juice stream from my cock and into the clearly satisfied gimp. His loud gulps filled the air in the small cubicle. As the final drops of piss leak from my cock, I listen to this low creature’s moans. My ever-growing lust has a strong effect and with almost no control I realise I’m kneading and stroking my cock back to full mast. Hearing the familiar squeak of rubber I gaze down and realise that the gimp is doing the same with his own rubber-coated crotch. He was clearly very horny from finishing off my piss.

“Oh, yes, now you‘ll get your real treat,” I moan in ecstasy, “and go on and on, until I will … fill you … with … my essence!“

I manage to ram my junk right into the reservoir of the mask, my balls sitting perfectly in the bowl of the funnel. My shaft slotted through a hole in the mask and perfectly into the moist interior of the gimp’s mouth. I scream in ultimate pleasure.

As I orgasm, my hot load floods into the gimp’s very willing mouth and I can feel his tongue expertly tracing my very hard cock. Thrust by thrust, I felt the biggest wave of lust run through my entire being. This was the longest and heaviest orgasm I’d ever had. It felt like litres of cum was being drained from my cock as I continued to shoot. I closed my eyes and let the feeling wash over me as I filled up the gimp. Suddenly I felt like I was falling, and the lingering sense of a dreamlike state began to wash over me. I was getting so sleepy… my senses were disappearing and I couldn’t focus on anything apart from the continuous sucking by the kneeling gimp.

As the ecstatic feeling subsided, I sank deeper into nothingness while drifting into blankness. It felt like maybe minutes, possibly hours passed by before the distinct feeling of something filling my mouth which caused me to stir from my slumber. It felt slightly warm and seemingly covered in a very slimy substance. Tracing my tongue around it I asserted that it had a fleshy quality. Without even thinking my first instinct was to suck it. I opened my eyes, but I could see nothing but blackness. What the hell was going on?

The shaft, lodged in my mouth, was slowly eased out before a tidal wave of liquid quickly filled its place. I had no choice but to abruptly swallow the substance if I wanted to breathe. I gagged slightly from the acidic taste as I gulped and gulped it all down. As the flow finally came to a halt, I could hear the distinct sound of a zipper being fastened.

Someone pats my head which feels dulled somehow. I realise quickly after that my entire body is covered in thick, unyielding rubber. The feeling reminded me of the urinal I had used earlier – a thought which filled me with even more horny desire. The unknown voice calls me a good, obedient gimp. A rush of joy fills me as I taste the traces of piss in my mouth.

A stall door is opened and then closed and I assume I’m now alone in one of the toilet cubicles. I shift my body into a more submissive pose to make a more fitting appearance for what I know I am. By completely filling me up, this guy has definitely shown me my place. Down on the floor, fully coated in rubber, robbed of my identity and turned into an object by a urinal mask. A urinal mask that is now face than the actual flesh underneath it. A urinal mask my owner gave me to do my job in his club and serve his customers.

The skintight rubber I wear squeaks as it moves over my skin. The urinal mask is so tight around my head. I‘m so horny. A rush of pride fills my being as I contemplate how lucky I am to be allowed to satisfy a customer as his urinal. My rubberised hand finds my equally rubber-coated junk and I start to fondle my already stiff cock.

Maybe I can finish until the next customer arrives. Though I‘d really love to have that dominant guy from before with me, he sounded so hot and I‘d love to be dominated by him even more. But he‘s probably out partying with all the hot guys now. They will drink, sweat, make out and then finally leave the club. A thought crossed my mind of all the guys who would come through these stalls waiting to use a urinal like me. I will stay alone here and pleasure myself like the little piece of shit that I am – oh, the bathroom door is opening again! I hope Master is proud of me when he hears how many customers I pleasured today.

THE END