By hard slave

He had me, naked in his basement and locked in cruel bondage. He told me he’d break me, that I’d soon be begging to serve him. I was doing my best to resist, not to succumb to becoming his slave, but it was proving difficult.

My wrists were locked behind my back in leather cuffs. From the cuffs ran a leather strap that ended in a small cuff that was locked tightly around the base of my scrotum.

The strap was short enough to force me to arch my back, unless I wanted to pull on my own balls.  Either way I was in a constant state of discomfort.

He decided to make things more interesting, so he attached a chain that hung from the ceiling to my wrist restraints. If I stood on my toes, I could give my balls some relief from the pressure put on them. But I could only stay on my toes so long.  After an hour or so this became a game of five minutes torturing my feet legs and back, alternating with five minutes of torturing my balls. He would come by once in a while to laugh and pinch the tip of my cock.

After five hours of this I was ready to do anything for release and he knew it. I was beyond feeling humiliated or beaten, I just wanted relief.  I begged, pleaded and cried to him. He laughed and said he had something in mind I could do that would earn my release.  I agreed without knowing or caring what it was the pain was so intense by then.

He lowered the chain and I fell to my knees. I cried with relief. As I sobbed he quickly put my ankles in restraints and hooked them to eyebolts in the floor so I could not get up. Next came a gag with a tube that extended about two inches into my mouth. I could feel the end hole with my tongue but once he locked that gag around my head I could not spit it out.

He asked me if I was ready to serve as a urinal for him and his guests. I shook my head. There was no way I was going to drink piss!  He did not respond, he just removed the piss gag. But then I felt the chain on my wrist cuffs being pulled upward. Now that my ankles were secured to the floor, this directly pulled on my ball sac, stretching it up and up, until it felt like he would rip my testicles right out of my body.  My arms still sore from the previous round of torture bondage, screamed with pain. Then he shut the light and left the room.

After about an hour I was again reduced to sobbing, screaming for mercy. I knew he must be listening, but there was no response. Finally I knew what had to be done. “OK, I’ll do it”!  I yelled as loud as I could. “I”ll serve as a urinal!”.

His voice came over a speaker, “ask nicely” he said with quiet menace.

“Please Sir, may I serve as a urinal for you and your guests? Please?” He made me beg for it, over and over, asking if I was SURE I wanted to drink piss. He must have been having fun. I just wanted out of this position.

Finally the lights came on as he walked into the room. He let down the chain and again I sobbed like a little boy, thanking him for his mercy. He reaffixed the piss gag, this time adding a blindfold. He asked if I was ready to serve as urinal for him and his guests and this time I nodded in assent eagerly.  He positioned my head and attached a posture collar for good measure, effectively preventing me from changing my head’s position.

Quiet. He must have left the room?  Then a familiar sound: a zipper being pulled down. A moment or two and then the loud sound of piss hitting the plastic funnel that I was holding with my mouth.

I felt the warm urine hit my mouth as it came through the tube. I instinctively tried to block the hole with my tongue, but the slotted openings on the sides of the tube made this a futile attempt.  The piss filled my mouth cavity and I finally accepted my fate swallowing the full serving of piss, the first of many that evening.

Metal would like to thank hardslave for sending this story!