I love the drawing of the guy who is sealed in a straightjacket, piss hood locked on his head, piss gag connected to a urinal drain, and in the cage left to stay there. I would love for that to be me someday.
Whether for a weekend, a week, or longer the truth is that once the piss hood locks I truly have nothing to say about how long I’m used. And once the cage is locked, that seals the deal, I am nothing more than a urinal. When was the last time you heard of a urinal saying it didn’t want to be a urinal any more? Can’t be done, so if that 3-day weekend “accidentally” becomes 3 weeks, what am I going to say or do about it?
I would GLADLY submit to both the piss hood and the piss cage if ever given the opportunity to do so … and not having any idea at all as to when (or even if) I will be released. Being released is not why I’m putting the piss hood on. Being released is not why the piss hood locks. Being released is not why the piss cage gets locked. This all happens for one reason and one reason only: being used. The urinal has absolutely no say so in how long it gets used, and I would expect nothing less for me. Once my piss gag is in my mouth where it belongs, I am a urinal to be used and it no longer matters if I like it or if I am comfortable, only that I am there to be used. Period, End of discussion.
And if the opportunity ever presented itself I would GLADLY make myself available for it. Truly. That’s not idle talk. I cannot think of anything I’m hotter for than being locked up as a urinal piss slave with no rights, no mercy and no escape possible.
Note from Metal:
The writing above was inspired by a blog posting called “Urinal Duty,” which got a rise out of several readers of this blog a while back. This was an email I had received at the time from one particularly brave guy.