Urinal Boy 6: Service With A Smile

I wasn't sure if I should tell Dad or Adam about my new friend Randy. With my father and brother, my role was always to serve them, but with Randy it was different. We were equals. We understood each other. We had fun. Somehow I worried that Dad and Adam wouldn't approve. It might make them really jealous. But then, I knew Randy would want to service them too, and that they might enjoy having another Urinal Boy around. I was thinking about these things when Dad picked me up from school that Friday. "Get up here in front with me, Jaden," my dad instructed me when I was about to get in the back seat, "and keep your clothes on. For now, anyway. Oh, Adam went off with some of his friends this weekend, so it's just you and me." Soon my dad pulled the car into a parking space in front of a convenience store. I knew my dad had something planned for me, just like Adam did at the gas station a few weeks ago. I looked at my dad's crotch. Sure enough, his cock was straining through his jeans. Did he want me to suck him right in the parking lot where everyone could see us? "What are you waiting for, Jaden? Start blowing, you little fuck!" I unbuckled my safety belt and leaned over to unzip my dad's pants. I took his fat dick in my hand and bent my head down to start licking the head. His dick was a little smelly, so I knew he hadn't showered that day. Secretly I was thrilled to think that people were passing by the car to go into the convenience store and probably didn't even notice what we were doing. It seemed to turn my dad on, too. He was harder than usual, and it didn't take too long before he was ready to cum. Every few minutes I'd poke my head up to see if anyone could see us. Dad would just put his hand on my head and guide it back down onto his cock. "Never mind that, Jaden, just keep your mouth on my dick." When he was ready to cum he began to buck in the seat, spearing the back of my throat. I was getting more and more excited when I finally felt the sticky liquid building up around my tonsils. Then my dad grabbed my hair and yanked my head up, his cum squirting all over my face and getting into my left eye. It stung like a bastard, but I knew my dad would be mad if I complained. I looked up and smiled at my dad, squinting out of my left eye and wiping the cum out of it with the back of my hand. I could feel the rest of the cum dripping on my cheeks, nose, lips and chin. "Okay, Jaden," my dad said, handing me a $10. "Go in there and get me a pack of cigarettes. Lucky Strike." "But Dad, you know I'm too young to buy cigarettes! I'll get carded!" I also had no idea that my dad smoked. "Just do it, Jaden! Get in there and don't come out till you get my cigarettes!" I was just about to wipe my dad's cum off my face with my sleeve when he grabbed my arm. "Don't you dare wipe it off! Go in there just like you are!" Aah, so that was the deal! First it was Adam's trick of throwing away my clothes at the gas station to humiliate me, and now this! I couldn't think of anything more challenging than trying to talk the guy behind the counter into selling me a pack of cigarettes, especially with fresh jizz all over my face. Both Dad and Adam were pretty skilled in the art of humiliation. Inside the convenience store there was a lady buying scratch-off lottery tickets. I went to the magazine section and started looking at the sexy boys in Tiger Beat magazine. I decided the safest thing to do was to keep my face hidden in a magazine until the lady left. She seemed to take forever. When she finally left I approached the cash register, hoping no other customers would come in until I was out of there. Hanging my head down, I placed the crumpled-up $10 on the counter. "Pack of Lucky Strikes please" I mumbled. "Gotta see id." "For my dad." "Told ya, kid, I gotta see id. No id, no smokes. There's no way you're eighteen. And look at me when I talk to ya." I looked up at the cashier. He couldn't have been much more than eighteen himself. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and a hemp necklace. He had short blond hair spiked up with gel and would have been quite handsome if he didn't have very bad acne. Actually, something about the guy's bad complexion really turned me on. It reminded me of some of my brother's friends that I enjoyed servicing, and made him seem kind of raw and sexy. "What the fuck you got all over your face, kid?" I didn't answer him. He looked closer. "Holy shit! Is that what I think it is? Did some dude just shoot a load all over your face? Fuck!" I still didn't answer him. "So you're like a little faggot, right? Like to play the skin flute?" He snickered, then he grabbed his crotch, which was right at the level of the counter. "Bet you'd like to get a piece of this, wouldn't you?" I still didn't answer him. "You want this, don't you? Hey listen, you little homo, if you really want those cigarrettes you gotta come back here give me some real good head! You like that, don't you?" I swallowed hard. I knew what I had to do. "Yeah, I wanna taste your cock!" I told him. "I want you to shoot your load all over my face. Or down my throat. However you like it." "The cigarettes are $7.50 a pack." I handed him the money. He gave me the change, but didn't give me the cigarettes. "Get back here, fag. Come around that way." I was behind the counter and on my knees in a flash. The pimply, hormonal teenager was really turning me on. I loved his smell when I got really close to him. He had a strong body odor coming from his armpits that he tried to cover up with liberal amounts of Axe body spray. The smell of this hot, feral boy mixed with the cheap body spray was really sexy, somehow sexier than either the sweaty pits or the body spray alone. Dad and Adam never wore any sort of cologne or deodorant, so this was a new sensory experience for me. Eagerly I began to rub my face all over his jeans, feeling his bulge pressing against my cheek. At this point things had happened so quickly that I had begun to suspect that my dad had planned this whole thing. Maybe this convenience store guy was one of Adam's friends. When I got his cock out of his jeans, I was a little alarmed at how huge it was. Now don't get me wrong. My dad's cock is pretty big, and I'm usually much happier sucking a fat cock that can gag me than a little weenie, but this thing was unnaturally large for such a skinny kid. But this thing was way too much to handle. "Bet you ain't never seen a cock as big as that, have you?" I hadn't. How big was it? 10 inches, maybe even 11 or 12. "It's huge!" I gasped. So there I was, on my knees behind the counter with all the lottery tickets and Hustler magazines, trying to wrap my hand around this huge, veiny uncut monster cock. I might add that all of the guys in my family, including myself, are circumcised. I know this, of course, because I had been giving Adam and Dad head since I was six years old. But plenty of Adam's friends and Dad's co-workers at the furniture warehouse were uncut, so it wasn't like I hadn't had any experience with an uncut cock before. I usually just slid the foreskin down and licked the cock head like it was an ice cream cone. I tried doing that with this one, but the foreskin was very tight and I couldn't move it at all. I tried a little harder to pull the foreskin down, but it still wouldn't budge. It was stuck there. I gave up because I was afraid that I might hurt the guy. Whenever I'd suck my brother's cock, he'd usually smack me if he felt my teeth or if I sucked his nuts too hard. I didn't feel like getting hit by this guy, so I just decided to go on with the blowjob. So I opened wide and got as much of it as I could in my mouth, which wasn't very much. The guy's cock smelled and tasted great. He wasn't very clean and his cock had a nice, sweaty, pissy flavor. I impaled myself on his cock, but could only get about halfway down. I could smell a strong funk coming from the guy's wiry, reddish pubic hair. I was really digging the smell, so I decided to take his cock out of my mouth and bury my nose in his pubic hair. I worked my nose and tongue down from his pubic hair to his balls, putting the whole sac in my mouth and teasing it with my tongue the way my brother liked. The guy started to moan. I moved my tongue further down between his legs. I could detect the faint smell of shit from his asshole, which I was getting closer to. One thing about my brother Adam, he never wipes his ass really clean. That's why he has all those skid marks on his underwear that I like to sniff and lick when I'm doing the laundry. What always happens with Adam is that he goes around all day after a half-assed ass-wiping and his hole starts to get sticky and itchy. On Friday nights when I rush to greet Adam by crawling naked on my hands and knees and kissing his cock through his crotch, sometimes he'll stop me from worshipping his cock right away. He'll say, "Jaden, give my ass a tongue-wiping first. It's really itchy." I happily lick all the crusty shit and sweat from around his hole until Adam is satisfied. Just from the smell coming from this guy's ass, I knew he had the same problem as Adam. I felt bad for him, having to stand at the cash register all night with an itchy hole and nobody to clean it for him. I put my hands on the guy's hips and tried to get him to turn around for me to access his asshole. "What do you want?" "I wanna lick your ass." "You dig my ass, you filthy little perv?" "I wanna wipe it clean for you with my tongue." He looked irritated. "Okay, fine." He turned around and leaned over on the counter, exposing his ass for me to lick. I spread his cheeks and began working on the slightly hairy hole. I licked from the outside in, sticking my nose in the crack and enjoying the nasty smell. To my disappointment, he got bored with my service to his anus and turned around again. "So far you've been a lousy cocksucker. Can't you do any better than that!" Now I was irritated. I knew I was a good cocksucker. My dad always told me so! I was insulted. I was now determined to show the guy that I really did know how to suck a cock. I licked from his balls, up his shaft to the tip and then opened my mouth wide. I sucked him like a vacuum cleaner. His foreskin still hadn't moved at all by this time, and I was determined to get at his cock head with my tongue. I wrapped my lips around the head and began to wiggle my tongue around the piss slit very slowly. He started to moan, so I kept it up. It took some doing, but I started to wiggle my tonge around between the foreskin and the head. Once I got my tongue in there I was rewarded with a wonderful taste. The flavor was pure, concentrated cock, piss and cum. I was getting a taste of his cock cheese, which had pretty much glued his foreskin to the head. I couldn't get enough of it. I wiggled my tongue in deeper, trying to get as much of it out as I could. It was hard work, but I really wanted to make him cum. He grabbed my head and began to face fuck me. I really love it when a guy does that to me. I was in heaven. Just then a customer came in. Instinctively I pulled away, but the guy held my head on his cock. I realized that probably nobody could see me sucking him off behind the counter, so I just tried to be as quiet as I could, with my lips still around his cock. The customer was some chick who bought some fashion magazines and a scratch-off ticket. She must have been pretty hot, because I felt the guy's dick instantly get harder in my mouth as he flirted with her. I slowly started a rhythm going on his cock, being careful not to make any noise to give us away. I could tell he was enjoying it. He gently started to thrust his hips. I could tell he was also being careful not to give us away. He gave the girl her change and as soon as I heard her leave he began fucking my face wildly. After about 30 seconds I felt his hot cum flooding the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head off his cock and shot his load all over my face. Then he smeared it all over my face with his cock, mixing his cum with my dad's, which had already started to dry on my face. Then he wiped his cock on my hair. I looked up at him. "Here's your smokes, you little turd." He grabbed a pack of Lucky Strikes and threw it at me. I tried to catch it but I fumbled. I picked it up off the floor. I stood up and began to walk through the part of the counter that opened up so the cashier could get in and out. The guy grabbed me by the hood of my sweatshirt. "Where's your fuckin' manners, penis breath?" "Thanks for the cigarettes." He still didn't let go. "That all?" he snarled. I'd had practice with this sort of thing, so I knew what he wanted to hear. Adam and his friends loved to make me say humiliating things after I had sucked their cocks. In fact, Adam and Cole had spent one afternoon making me say the most degrading stuff I could think of into a tape recorder. Adam would usually play the tape whenever his friends came over to get them horny before I had to service them. So it was pretty easy for me to figure out how he wanted to be thanked. "Thank you for letting me lick your ass clean for you. I loved being your toilet paper. Thank you for using me as the dirty cum rag that I am, because I know the only thing I'm good for is to be used as something for a hot guy like you to shoot his load into. Thank you so much for letting me put your beautiful cock in my mouth. I know I don't deserve to service such a fine piece of meat." "Now get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass!" When I got back to the car and gave Dad his cigarettes, he looked at all the cum dripping off my face and said, "I knew I could count on you. You're a good boy, Jaden. You didn't wipe any cum off your face and you even got some more. Now get in the back seat. I want you buck naked by the time we hit Plainfield Road." "Yea, Dad. We're gonna have fun this weekend!" I got into the back seat and Dad opened up his pack of Lucky's. I was curious about when my Dad started smoking, since I had never seen him do it before. He handed the first cigarette to me. "Go ahead, Jaden. You earned it." "But I don't smoke!" I protested. "You do now." He lit my cigarette, and then he lit his own. Then he started the car and pulled back onto the road. "Dad?" "Yes, son?" "Could we stop at that convenience store every time you pick me up for the weekend?" "If you want. I'm sure I can always find something to send you in and get for me."  

Other Parts of the Urinal Boy Series: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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10 Days in Detention – Part 04

By socalbd

I tried desperately to move various parts of my body, but it seemed limited to my head and wrists, though the wrists could only go up and down slightly since they were padlocked to the back of the cage.

I was getting more of what I wanted and craved. Here I was again left alone, secured in bondage, blindfolded and gagged without any human contact for a few hours of confinement. It was a long time I was being left in the standing cage.


My world was once again brought down to a very small area with not much to do but explore it as best I could. I let my fingers inspect the steel bars and touch and handle the padlock connecting the cuffs to the bars. My toes would wriggle lifting and then making contact again with the steel floor. Every now and again I would try to will my cock to stiffness so it could slap back and forth between the bars on the front of the cage. It was mildly interesting to engage in these antics, knowing full well I was a caged bondage slave that wasn’t going anywhere.

The time passed slowly. It was a long time I was left in there alone. My internal body clock, which is not very accurate at all, was thinking it had been somewhere between three and four hours I had been in the cage, but honestly I had no idea.

At some point I heard the dungeon door open and close again and felt a presence near me. I could hear breathing and assumed John had returned.

My nipples felt light touching. Fingers were being used to rub, massage and otherwise get my nipples some erotic attention, which helped my cock get hard fairly quickly.

After a couple of minutes of nipple foreplay, the fingers stopped and I heard the padlocks being undone on the various parts of the cage door. John must have moved around to the back side of the cage as I felt the padlock being undone that was connecting the cuffs to the rear cage bars. Over the next several minutes the harness around my chest and the leather ankle cuffs were removed. Then I felt the right wrist cuff being undone. When it was free my wrists were pulled around in front of me and the right wrist was cuffed again. John then lifted my arms up and used a padlock to connect my wrists to the top of the cage. This was the only part of my body with restraints on it.

There were a few moments when I wasn’t being touched or otherwise handled. I could hear something going on but couldn’t quite make out what I was hearing. If I listened intently it was like fabric being bunched up. It didn’t take long to understand what was going on.

It started when I felt John’s hands on my chest. He was rubbing my pecs and nipples and then down to my stomach. When he reached up towards my head, his hands went around behind me and he pulled our bodies close together. All I felt was skin. John was naked. I felt his cock make contact with my inner right thigh and he was hard. He felt fantastic against my skin. I tried to lean forward into him and use my legs to wrap around his legs but it was met with a sudden knee to my balls. Apparently I wasn’t to take initiative.

After I recovered from the pain in my balls, John removed the blindfold from me.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled into my gag. He looked so hot standing in front of me naked.

John leaned in to me and softly spoke in my ear.

“In a moment I’m going to remove the gag. You do not have permission to speak. You are not to utter a sound, not a syllable, not a thank you. You are not to say anything or make any audible noise that could be mistaken for any type of word or language. Shake your head yes if you understand.” I of course shook my head yes.

“After the gag is removed you may take a few moments to work your muscles loose. It’s been quite a while that the gag has been in. I’ll also give you some water when you are ready. But remember, absolutely no speech. Any kind of verbal communication will result in swift and very painful behavior correction that will last a few hours. And you know I’m capable of that, don’t you?” I nodded my head yes since some of what I had gone through so far this weekend I would really not like to repeat any time soon.

John reached around and removed the gag. I took the opportunity to stretch out my mouth and get the blood flowing again. He stepped back and grabbed a bottle of water that was on the floor. He broke open the screw top and held it in front of me. I eventually nodded my head yes and he presented the bottle to my mouth and I slowly took in some water. When I indicated I had had enough he closed the bottle and put it back down again.

John took his hands and placed one on my chest and the other he stroked my hair with it. It felt good to have him show some affection towards me after the last couple of days enduring the punishments he had been inflicting on me. This went on for a while and in the back of my mind I was thinking who is this man that can go back and forth from caring to sadistic and who am I to want to be the recipient of such behavior.

“Look at me,” John said as I had placed my head on his shoulder next to his head.

I looked up at him and into his eyes.

“The weekend is almost over. You can take that any way you want, meaning there are a few hours left, or maybe more than a few hours. What I mean by it is I have one more situation to put you in. On the face of it, you might think it as difficult. And it may not be for you. But I think it’s one more situation you crave to experience and you are going to get your wish. At the same time it is my intention to make it somewhat difficult for you, as I do want you to understand the limits you think you can handle as opposed to the limits you will handle. Remember, I am still in control and will do with you as I wish. And right now I wish to explore your body before I put you away until your release.”

With that he leaned forward and started to kiss me passionately. I did my best to return the sentiment. At one point John’s hands were in the air searching for my hands. Our fingers interlocked, as did our bodies with our legs intertwining as we continued to kiss and make out. It was so hot to feel his naked body against mine and the energy between us.

John pulled away from me and just stood and looked at me. I was still cuffed and secured to the top of the cage. He smiled at me and then his expression changed. His face became kind of stoic, and I sensed he was ready to take me to my next torment. After the previous sessions and the weekend to this point I was beginning to read John’s face and expressions and understand what could be next based on my observations. I was not wrong.

John stepped away, and I heard the clanking of chains. When he came back to me he had heavy shackles, which dropped onto the floor in front of me with a loud bang. I think he purposely did that for effect. He stepped away again and I heard metal being gone through in one of the drawers.

When he returned he knelt down in front of me and grabbed my balls and pulled down. John applied a steel stretcher to my balls locking on what appeared to be a two to three inch solid steel device. From the bottom hung a D ring. It was snug and was not coming off.

After he stood up he unlocked the padlock that secured my wrists to the top of the cage and my wrists fell in front of me.

“Step out,” he barked at me.

I took about three steps forward until I was clear of the cage.

“Remember, you still do not have permission to speak.” I mentally noted the admonishment.

John took hold of the heavy steel shackles that were on the floor and picked them up. A heavy steel collar was applied to my neck and locked on with a chain hanging down behind my back. John undid the cuffs I was wearing pulling my wrists behind my back and locking them into heavy steel wrist restraints that were in turn locked to the chain from my neck. The combination effectively kept my wrists in the small of my back just above the waistline.

John then picked up another set of shackles from the floor and attached them to my ankles. These were heavy ankle shackles and were not in the least bit comfortable.

John stood back and looked at me. “The boy looks good in heavy shackles. He’ll be in them for a good long time.”

While he was inspecting me as I stood there I had another chance to look at him still completely naked. He did take very good care of his body and was a handsome man. It made submitting to him that much easier in my head. Not only was he a dom to me mentally, but he had a far superior body to mine and in some sense that helped to define our roles in my mind.

He walked over to me and took me by the arm and said, “Walk this way.”

He guided me over to the heavy door near the cubed box. It was the only door that had never been opened for me. I was about to find out what was behind it.

John turned the two dead bolts and pulled on the handle. When the door opened what I saw instantly gave me a hard on. It was a cell. There behind the door was an approximately five-foot-by-eight-foot cell with concrete floor and stone walls. John put his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “Be careful what you wish for, you might get it.”

He gave me a slight nudge, and in I went. As I passed the door I noticed the inside part of the door was solid steel. I wasn’t getting out of this space.

Entering the cell I took note of the space. In what appeared to be the back corner was a drain. A single light bulb encased in a steel mesh was embedded in the ceiling so the ceiling was mesh was flush with the ceiling. Attachment points appeared to be plentiful along the bottoms of the walls, in the corners and even from the ceiling. The ceiling itself was about 10 feet high. Not all that tall, but tall enough.

John guided me to the center of the space, where I saw a heavy chain attached to the center of the floor. He took the end of it and using a padlock attached it to the D ring on the steel ball stretcher. He then guided me to the wall and motioned me to sit with my back against the wall. The concrete floor and wall were cool to the touch as my butt hit the floor and my wrists and back partially leaned against the wall. John didn’t seem satisfied with something and looked at me and then looked back at the chain that was tethering my balls to the floor.

He left the cell for a moment and returned with a set of keys. He unlocked the padlock and shortened up the chain, causing me to move towards the center of the space and not be able to really lean against the wall. He seemed satisfied with this result and tossed the keys out the door and back into the dungeon space.

“Kneel here,” he barked at me pointing to the center of the cell just above the ring in the floor I was tethered to.

“Back straight. Head looking forward.”

I complied as much as I could. Kneeling on the concrete was not comfortable, and the heavy chain connecting the collar to the wrist shackles had me bending my back in an arch.

“Straighten up, boy, and do as I say.” John was clearly not amused by the predicament I was attempting to deal with at that moment.

“You are my bondage slave. You willingly submitted to me and subjected yourself to me as your master. This is your last test for this weekend session. You are going to be locked in this cell until I decide to release you. You are probably thinking this is going to be easy. But fantasy is always better than reality. The concrete floor is real now. The heavy shackles are real now. Time is real. The darkness you will be plunged in to will be real.

“I want you to understand before I close that door exactly what you have become. You will have plenty of time to think about it before the slave is released.”

John leaned in to me and put his cock to my mouth.

“Open, boy.”

I opened my mouth, and John shoved his cock into me. He started to face fuck me and I tried to pleasure him. This was very different than the last time I sucked him. There was a definite coldness to his approach pushing his cock as far in to my throat as he could and making me take it and hold it back there. It was rough. This lasted for several minutes before I started to feel a difference in his cock. This time he didn’t pull out immediately so that part of his cum shot down my throat. When he did pull out he was still mid orgasm and cum landed on my face and chest area.

Once he finished is sort of stood there relaxed. His eyes were sort of rolled into the back of his head. He grabbed his cock with his hand and I could detect a change in his body. Slowly the cock started to dribble and then it came full force. John started to piss and my body was his target. He made sure from my hair down to my waist I was covered in his piss. It smelled something awful.

“Stay there and do not move,” he warned as he stepped out of the cell.

When he came back in he was holding the pecker gag again.

John knelt down in front of me and started to stroke me off. I got hard pretty quickly and once again he used one hand to stroke my cock and the other to tweak a nipple. It was all I could do to try and not cum but to no avail. When John could sense I was about to shoot he stopped tweaking my nipple and picked up the pecker gag and positioned it in front of my cock. As I shot the cum spewed out with most landing on the pecker insert.

“Open wide, slave,” John ordered as he took the pecker gag and placed it in front of my mouth. In it went and I tasted my own cum now mixed with the salty taste left from his cum a few minutes before. John was sure to push the pecker in as far as he could and buckled the gag on tightly.

He stood up and looked down at me kneeling in front of him.

“You are a bondage slave. The slave’s purpose is to accept whatever torments and sexual service I want from the slave. Enjoy the small of my urine over the next few hours and the taste of our cum. Neither will go away. They will be a constant reminder of what you have become and what you are to me in this space. The question is whether you will return for more and continue to go deeper into your desires to serve and experience the punishments you crave.”

With that, John stepped outside the cell door. The door closed and I heard the deadbolts being thrown and locked. I looked around the cell for a few moments still on my knees and considered what I had become. He was right. The smell of urine permeated the space and the salty taste in my mouth extended all the way from the front of my tongue to the back of my throat.

Then the light in the ceiling went out and the cell was plunged into total darkness.


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