Mark awoke with a start, only to find himself in pitch darkness and crouched in a tight confined space. In a moment of panic, he tried to wiggle himself out of the thick canvas straightjacket hugging him tightly, but he couldn't slip his arms out of their sleeves. He realized he was also naked below the waist as his knees were forced to push painfully against the hard steel bars of the tiny cage, his feet on the cold hard concrete floor, and lastly, his large balls and long dick dangling freely in the cool damp air of the basement. The thick leather hood was effectively keeping the college soccer player blind and deaf, and the large hard rubber tube pushed into his mouth kept him mute as well.
Mark couldn't understand what was happening or how did he found himself in the painful predicament. He tried to think back to what happened the night before (was it really last night?): Mark and his soccer teammates were celebrating a winning game and his upcoming birthday. As a bit of fun prank, the team decided to visit a local gay leather bar. After a few rounds of beer, Mark recalled some of patrons in the bar were trying to hit them up, to which, in their drunken state of mind, didn't take it well and things got a bit rowdy afterwards. The bar owner stepped in before things got out of hand. The imposing middle-aged man pulled the pissed off patrons away and offered a round of beer to Mark and his team to keep them cool. However...Mark drew a blank about what happened for the rest of the night after that...
Suddenly, Mark could feel liquid flowing into his mouth from the tube gagging him. It was a gentle trickle at first, but the flow quickly into a steady stream filling his mouth. As soon as he could taste the stuff, the young man gagged: the streaming flow was warm, salty and bitter, it was nasty like nothing Mark has ever tasted before. The thick tube kept his mouth wide open as the disgusting liquid kept pouring in with no way to stop it or spit it out. He had no choice but to force himself to swallow in order to be able to keep breathing. After several gulps that he struggled to hold back from throwing up, the steam finally subsided.
Still trying to catch his breath and reeling from the nasty taste in his mouth, Mark felt a hand patting his head. He heard a deep, masculine voice through the thickness of his hood: "How are you settling into your new home, boy? Hope you enjoyed your little morning drink from me...you better get used to it, because this will be your life now. You see, you and your buddies came into my bar last night, got a bit too rowdy and disrespected some of my good friends and patrons. Young hot heads like you guys need to be properly taught about respect and obedience. So I offered you guys a round of spiked beer and before long all of you were already slumped over and deep asleep. I realized you were the special birthday boy last night and you fit quite well for my ideal boy, so I decided to keep you as my personal urinal here in the basement of the club."
At this point, Mark was in shock as the man explained his predicament. He began struggling around his bondage, but the restraints and cage gave Mark no relief at all. The man's hand gripped his head more forcefully and held it in place: "I suggest you save your energy and get use to your new life, young man. If you behave, then it'll be easier for you...if not, you'll be taught about your place here. Either way you'll be staying down here drinking my piss from now on, do you understand? Oh, and your friends, I've also taken care of them...let's just say consider yourself lucky to be chosen as my personal slave."
Indeed, Mark should be "grateful" about his situation. While he was only locked away as the master's personal urinal, most of his teammates have been locked away in the bar's main washroom, at the backside of the line of urinals. Like Mark, they have been "properly plumbed", but they will instead be forced to swallow countless loads of piss from unknown patrons of the bar every night.
Except for the triplets on the team, John, Jerry and Jason. One of the guys who were annoyed by the youngsters at the bar, was a buddy of the master, and he took interest of the brothers upon seeing them after they fell under the effects of the drug. The bar master generously offered the three to his friend, who decided to hang them up as ornamental columns...and plumbing...in the washroom of the private all-male fitness club he runs. At least they'll be drinking from athletic (but still kinky) dudes...
