The Life of a White Urinal
His resistance to drinking my piss quickly disappeared when I told him that I'd only unlock him and let him cum while he was drinking it. I asked him every day for four weeks whether he was ready to beg for my piss before he gave in. I was impressed, I didn't think he'd hold out that long. However in the end the chastity cage always wins. Deny a man orgasms for long enough and eventually even the proudest, straightest man will beg to drink your piss and will make sure to get every drop.“Trust me, you are going to love being a urinal.”
“I don't know.”
“Look, you are a faggot. Faggots need to serve men, it gives your worthless, pathetic lives purpose. The ability to swallow a man's bladder is a skill and that skill will make you more useful to real men. Now are you ready to beg for my piss?”
Rob sighed, “I… uh, guess.”
“No, I need a clear answer. I am asking if you are ready and willing to serve real men like me? If so, this is your chance to get out of that chastity cage. If you want out you beg me for my piss and I'll remove the cage. You will get to jerk your puny white dick and have an orgasm. If I don't think you are willing to accept what you are then you will stay locked and I'll remove the possibility of you getting free from your head until you are ready to accept that this is your place. So, are you ready and willing to beg?” I can only describe his reply as a mix between resignation, disgust, and pain.
“Yes Master, I will be your urinal, whatever the fuck you want.”
“Kneel,” he obeyed I slid the key into the lock. Rob shivered in a mixture of anticipation and fear. Once the lock opened, I pushed Rob onto the floor and pissed a strong stream over his body, “Get my cock in your mouth, cunt. Don't waste my piss,” I slapped him.
This was degrading, but at the same time, something that felt natural. All week I imagined my white boyfriend on his knees, drinking my piss. Since he moved into my house, I kept pushing my dominance on him and he submitted every time. This time, I wouldn't be throwing it at his face, I would feed him with a steady stream and see if he could be a real urinal.
“Don't miss a drop, you white bitch. Get my cock in your mouth and drink my piss like a real faggot.” I moved closer and placed my cock head between Rob's lips and pissed down his throat. He was uncomfortable, and that made it even more perfect.
Rob grabbed his hard dick and started to stroke furiously, he would only get a minute or so before my piss would run out, and I'd make him quit jerking. I intended on making him drink the whole stream down as far as possible before giving him the ok to cum. He looked into my eyes as his dick got harder.
The second my piss started to dribble signaling my bladder was nearly empty, his hands flew faster and faster up and down his shaft. He was jerking frantically, almost a blur, the speed and desperation on his face a true sight to see. He was about to cum, I stopped my flow and grabbed his masturbating hand, “Quit jerking, faggot!”
“But...” Rob stopped, and it looked like he might cry again.
I smacked him; he wouldn't talk back again.
Rob started to beg now, I didn't force him to but I knew he would. He could ask to be allowed to cum, or to be free but it would only make things worse for him, no, I was going to ensure that he would beg for things he wasn’t ready to do now, I was going to break him, "Hands on your legs, you filthy piss-loving bitch.” I grabbed his cage, “I’m going to put your cage back on; you won't get a chance to cum for another week. Remember, you only get unlocked when you're drinking piss.”
He was in tears, “Please, I've done what you told me, I drank your piss! Please, don't lock me up, please, let me cum, it's been a month!”
“You've got two choices, bitch. Either you stay locked until eventually, you'll be desperate enough to cum, that you'll cum before I finish pissing, or… maybe you will beg me to set up a piss party where you'll get to drink the piss from several men, then you'll have plenty of time to cum.” After a minute of watching him tremble, I locked the cage and put the key back around my neck. He was a strong man, all his life he thought he was a man and had privileges that would come from his race and his sex. Learning that he’s an inferior would be much harder on his willpower than his physical health.
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The next morning, he came downstairs dressed only in a speedo that highlighted his cock cage bulge, I smiled at the sexy white man, “Get your breakfast and get outside, you have your outdoor chores to do today, I will be in the garage," Rob nodded.
He joined me in the garage when he'd finished his daily chores, he saw the car I was working on, an old muscle car. I was always happy working with cars and I was focused and concentrating and didn't take my attention off the engine. I waited a couple minutes then stood up and said, “Man, I have to pee. I guess I'll go inside,” as if I was speaking to myself, teasing the white boy.
“No,” Rob said suddenly, “I mean, please let me drink it,” he begged dropping to his knees in front of me.
I decided to drag this out, “No,” I said simply.
“Please Master, let me do this for you,” he sounded pitiful.
“Are you asking me to piss in your mouth?”
“Yes... and will you let me out of the chastity cage while I drink your piss so, I can cum?”
I pretended to think about it, "You know what, faggot, I don't believe you, I don't think you're ready.”
“No,” Rob said suddenly, “You fucking promised me!”
“Ok faggot, since you feel so strongly about it... crawl over there and pull your speedo down.”
Rob flushed but obediently got on all fours and crawled to a clear part of the garage. I looked over to watch him with a knowing grin, “Nah, bend over the car, legs apart,” Rob obeyed and quickly bent over the hood of the car. He squatted low and pulled his speedo to one side so his asshole was *******, he was such a little whore.
I pressed my body against his, my strong arms wrapped around his torso. Rob closed his eyes and leaned back against me. My hot breath on his neck brought a moan from him when I started kissing his neck. The little slut arched his back and started to press his ass against my crotch. I’m sure he could feel my hard cock through my jeans rubbing against his crack. "Yeah… he moaned again as I started grinding and rubbing my cock against his bare ass. "That's right white boy, show me how much you want it," I hissed in his ear.
Rob kept grinding his ass back against my cock. I reach around and grab the white boy’s locked clit, and the boy gasped as I started shaking it. The white boy pushed his ass back more deliberately against my cock.
"Fuck, boy, your clit is so swollen in that cage. I wonder if you’ve shrunk any? Yeah, in time you’re gonna have a small useless... little… white clit," I groan in his ear as he moans and keeps grinding against my cock. I slammed my dick into his ass cunt and started thrusting deeper and deeper, denying him what he begged for, while getting myself off. And that’s what matters, right?
“When I say no, I mean no. You don't get it yet do you, bitch? Until you do, you don't get any release. This is what a white boy deserves," I murmured, my fingers trailing down the front of his chest, my nails scraping against his nipples.
"Oh god," he moaned while I kept bucking, running my fingers feeling down to his caged clit.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Yes," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
"That's a good white boy," I cooed, my hand stroking the caged dick, tracing the outline of the steel cage. "My white boy," I whispered, my teeth nipping at the shell of his ear, my breath hot on his neck.
"Yes," he murmured again his body trembling from the sensations I was giving him sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"Who do you belong to, white boy?" I growled as I squeezed his hips and battered his cunt. I look down, the curve of his ass looking so sexy.
"You Sir," he gasped.
My hips bucking, the feel of my cock in his tight asscunt sent shivers of ecstasy through my body, "I'm gonna show you what it means to be locked up," I growled. My orgasm was approaching, "You want that, don't you, white boy,” I grunted as my lips trailed down the back of his neck.
"Yes," he gasped.
"Good, I’m gonna use your ass to please a real man and you'll beg me for the privilege."
"Yes, M-Master, thank you, M-Master."
"Say it, say you're worthless as a man, and thank me for giving you the chance to prove it."
"I'm worthless as a man, M-Master. Thank you for letting me prove it."
At this point, I was genuinely enjoying the fuck, and nothing was going to hold me back from enjoying it a hell of a lot more before I was done. Hesitating for just a few seconds now, I started to fuck. Pulling back an inch or two, I pushed back in. Doing it over and over, and each time going slightly deeper, then shallower. The feeling against my cock was fabulous, like sparks shooting through my brain.
I reached bottom and into his second ring; I pulled him close to me. “Oh fuck boy” I gasped, trying to get my breath. “What a cunt” slamming into him one last time and giving a hard yank on his hair causing him to yelp before blasting my first shot into his ass. We were both dripping with sweat as I fired shot after shot into his ass cunt. He was groaning as I kept blasting into him. I filled his cunt with what was close to a gallon of my cum. “Hold that all in, boy. Don’t spill a drop from your cunt,” I smacked his ass and went back to work on my car. “Now, go inside and clean up. And remember, you’re mine.” I smacked his ass and went back to work on my car.
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A few days later, I was watching TV and decided to tease my boy again and make him beg, “Hey, faggot, let me tell you what I'm going to make you do later. I’m going to have a men’s night and invite some of my friends. Maybe that will be your chance for a piss party, huh? Drink some piss and get out of your cage so you can jerk off, doesn’t that sound fun?” I was talking about real men, Black men. I already had some guys I knew that I could invite over who would like nothing more than a chance to humiliate a white boy for their amusement.
He blushes, "But...” he started to protest, but I cut him off.
“Just 3 or 4 of my friends, but I'm not sure they would agree to piss in you. You haven't trained very long and you may dribble some of their piss out. That would be so disrespectful. We'll have to train more. Then by the time I invite everyone you'll be able to gulp and drink a real man’s urine with no leaks,” I taunted him making him more afraid for the day it would happen, “Maybe I'll lock you in your room while they're here. So you won't be tempted to waste any more of our time begging.”
He looked at the floor, “I guess... when they piss in me will you unlock the cage, and then can I take out my clitty and play...” the boy trailed off with a small hint of excitement in his voice.
“That's my rule, boy. You get out of your cage only when you're drinking piss and I'm a man of my word. I'll set you free, all you have to do is take everyone's piss but when you cum you still have to continue serving us, no weaseling out until the night is over.”
He sighed, a silent battle between humiliation and obedience to a strong Black man waged in his brain, his pride would be the victim in the end.
“Well, let’s get started. I need to go piss,” I said, standing up from the couch. Rob moved instantly. He was obedient, ready, and eager to serve as he should be. I'd taken ownership of him. It was becoming his job, and he was starting to get used to it.
Rob quickly knelt before me, and as I took my cock out, I positioned myself over him and prepared to give him a hot, yellow reward. But at the last second, I stopped. ‘I should make the bitch beg,’ I thought. “Are you ready for my man piss, faggot? I don’t know. I could just walk to the bathroom.”
“Please, no,” Rob said quickly, “It's fine, please, give me your piss, I'm begging, Master.”
“Right where you belong, bitch.” I grabbed the key from the chain around my neck and freed his dick. His dick looked like it had shrunk some. It was rock hard right away, and as humiliated as he was to do what he was being told to do, he didn't even bother to try and hide his erection. I pointed my piss tube at his wide open, watering mouth. Rob knew, at least mentally, that fighting me was useless. But his pride made the boy pretend to dislike doing it; he had to appear as if he hated it. Otherwise, his pride would really suffer. He grabbed his rock-hard dick. His hand was a blur, and I let my urine flow into the boy's eager mouth. He sucked at the stream, drinking fast so he could make the act look like an endurance challenge for him.
When I was empty, his hard cock was red and swollen and ready to erupt. I kicked him in the nuts, “Nope, stop, boy. I'm done pissing, so you're done stroking, back in your cage,” I tossed him his tiny metal cage and made him put it back on. He sobbed a bit and fought to get his raging, ready, swollen hard dick back into its prison.
Then I took the small key to the chastity cage and locked it, "Till next time, now, thank me, bitch.”
“Thank you, Master, for letting me drink your piss.”
I rubbed his head and turned away, “Don't you wish I pissed just a few seconds longer? If I did, you'd have cum,” I teased Rob and laughed.
Then he frowned and replied, “Yes, Sir,” a bit quieter now that I was heading upstairs for my evening bath.
‘Just a few more days of orgasm denial should break him,’ I thought, ‘And we're almost there.’
