A young man is turned into a human urinal by his master
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My name is Pisshole. I am a human urinal. My body modifications are now complete and I exist only to serve my Masters. I am immobile and spend most of my time in complete darkness. I cannot eat or drink normally. Hours pass as I wait in the dark to serve and I think about how all this came about… I used to be a man called Stephen Davies. I was quite handsome in a homely way, my best features being my piercing blue eyes and long dark blond hair. Since my time at college I went to the gym regularly to work out and built up quite a nice body over the years. I was never overly muscular, but looked fit and athletic enough to turn a few heads in the bars, clubs and baths. I have always known that I was gay, right from an early age, and, like most young gay men, enjoyed a lot of sex in my teens and early twenties. I dabbled in the leather scene and got to enjoy playing the slave, but as time went by I realised that I needed to experience something more extreme than most masters could supply. Playing around on my computer got me interested in the Internet and I began checking out some of the more unusual specialist sites. One day not long after my twenty-fourth birthday I saw the following personal ad: Handsome black Master looking for 24/7 white slave [18-30]. Life- long commitment wanted and expected. You must be interested in extreme bod mods including amputations. I read the advertisement several times and thought about it a lot over the next few days. I had always been into black guys and was entranced by the idea of body modification. So far all I had was my left ear pierced and a small tattoo on my shoulder, but I wanted to go much further. About three days later I responded to the ad with a long letter and sent a few pictures of me to go with it. I received an email back within a few hours… So began a cyber-relationship that lasted for almost three months. It was obvious that our interests were mutually compatible and we spent long hours eagerly swapping plans. Each of these sexy exchanges excited me and fed my masturbation fantasies for days afterwards. Eventually we both found the courage to swap telephone numbers. The phone-sex period was short-lived, but very intense and made each of us trusting and comfortable enough with the other to arrange a face to face meeting. We first met in the flesh in a gay bar in the city centre. I had seen three photographs of Earle by now, but nothing prepared me for the power and magnetism of his personality. With a height of six and a half feet Earle was several inches taller than me and I found myself looking up into his dark brown eyes with adoration within a few minutes. In his late-twenties, Earle was a few years older than me, but still in fantastic shape. I immediately fell in love with his muscular body, ebony skin, handsome African features and dazzling white teeth. Better news still was that he was a fully-qualified surgeon. Events moved quickly after that. I visited his house several times and we made love and discussed our plans long into the night. What Earle and I both wanted was total commitment and we soon discovered that we had found that in each other. After another few weeks had passed we began to turn fantasy into reality. My first task was to wind up my former life. With Earle I would be entering a new existence from which I could not return. An only child, I was estranged from my religious parents due to my sexuality. I had lost contact with most of my college friends, so I wasn’t going to be missed by many people. I resigned my job in the city planning office and put my house and car up for sale. I got one of those house-clearance firms to buy my furniture and closed down all my bank accounts. So it was on one day in early Spring I arrived by taxi cab at Earle’s house with nothing to my name but the clothes I was wearing. The large amount of money raised by the sale of my property had already been paid into Earle’s bank account. ‘Welcome to your new life as my slave,’ Earle said, smiling as he greeted me. ‘It is time for you to sign your contract.’ Earle led me into his study and handed me the long document we written together during my previous visits. I signed it without hesitation and so did he. I then removed my clothes, knelt down on the floor and kissed my black Master’s feet. Phase one of our plan was the total removal of my body hair. Master sat me in a chair and used scissors to cut off my long blond hair. I felt aroused as I watched the thick tresses falling away onto the floor. It took only a few minutes until my hair was only an inch or so long. Master then got out electric clippers and buzzed my head hair down to a short fuzz. He continued by running the machine over my eyebrows and genitals as well as my body. I stepped into the shower and lathered my entire body with shaving foam. Master used several sharp razors to clean away the stubble from my body leaving me completely smooth and clean. He then led me over to the bath and told me to get in and submerge myself completely. The bath was full of warm milky-white water and really stung my shaved skin as it flowed over me. These baths were repeated every day for a week until the chemical in the water had destroyed all my hair folicles, ensuring that I could never grow hair again for the rest of my life. Phase two involved several visits to a tattooist’s. My tattoos were the only modification Master could not carry out himself at home, so it was important to get them done early in the process. The tattooist’s needle buzzed for hours and covered my shoulders, chest, back, buttocks and thighs with swirling black tribal designs. Master held my hand during my transformation and assisted the tattooist to wipe away the blood. During our final visit the tattoo pattern was extended to my face and neck, leaving only my arms, legs, forehead and two circles on my chest and right buttock clear of the inked designs. Master asked the tattooist to complete the final tattoo. ‘Are you sure you want this?’ The artist asked me. I nodded and smiled to encourage him. ‘I’m sure.’ When Master and I left the studio an hour later I had the word ‘PISSHOLE’ written across my forehead in letters an inch high. Back at the house Master heated up the branding iron and gave me a piece of wood to bite on. My teeth sank deep into the wood as the red-hot iron touched the untattooed circles on my chest and buttock, burning Master’s initials, E J, into my skin permanently. I was now marked forever as Pisshole, slave to E J - Earle Johnson. My last modification that day were the piercings. Master used professional piercing tools bore holes through my earlobes, septum, nipples and navels. Small gold rings were fitted in these for the time being, but they would later be replaced with thick rings of solid steel. It took me a full month to heal from the brands, tattoos and piercings and Master wanted to make sure that I was strong and healthy enough to endure stage three of the plan. I looked forward to the surgery throughout those days and was very aroused when at last the great day came. My dick grew rock hard as Master laid me on my back on the operating table in the surgery at his house and hitched my legs into the stirrups. He gave me a sedative to make me a little drowsy and injected my penis and testicles to numb them completely. Master then cleaned his hands and the area of my genitals thoroughly with antiseptic. A thin catheter tube was fed down my softening penis right up into my bladder. Master took up a scalpel and carefully began removing my penis as close to the base as he could. He tied up each blood vessel as he went and eventually sliced away the last part of my cock-flesh. I looked down with awe as Master gently slid my now useless penis up over the catheter tube and placed it in a kidney bowl. Master then used a fresh scalpel to open up my scrotum and expose the white testicles inside. I watched as my left ball was carefully removed from the sac, Master tying off the tubes that fed it before slicing through them. The procedure was repeated with my right testicle, which joined my dick and other ball in the kidney bowl. Master cut away my now empty scrotum and sewed up the wound as neatly as he could. Master did such a good job that within a few days the empty space where my genitals had been was marked by only a small vertical scar. Master removed the stitches after a fortnight and slid out the catheter tube. The first time I pissed Master watched carefully and smiled to see how the pee now ran out of the tiny hole where my cock had once been. I knelt and kissed Master’s feet, glorying in being this strong black man’s eunuch slave. Master’s cock got hard and he gave me permission to suck on it until his thick sperm filled my mouth. The next modification was performed later that day. Master sat me in a chair and injected novocaine into my gums. Using a scalpel and pliers, he began the slow task of removing all of my teeth, both top and bottom. The procedure took a long time and despite the anaesthetic I could feel and hear the crunching and tearing as my teeth were torn out of my mouth. Tears ran down my face, but I never tried to shut my jaws or prevent what my Master was doing to me. It was all part of the plan. The final stages of my transformation had to be performed with me under general anaesthetic. Master got Ono, an African friend who was a qualified anaesthetist to assist him. Master had decided that the rest of my modifications would be performed at the same time, so I knew as I lost consciousness that when I awoke my changes would be complete. I awoke lying on my back in a bright and sunny room, my head resting on a comfortable pillow. I opened my mouth to speak and found that I could not. Master sat beside the bed and stroked my face. ‘You can’t speak, so don’t try. Just rest. The operations were a complete success and you will soon be able to start your duties as we planned.’ Master smiled. ‘You want that don’t you?’ I nodded. ‘Your arms have been amputated at the shoulders, your legs high up your thighs. My friend Ono and I burnt your limbs in the furnace last night.’ I nodded. Master smiled, revealing his twinkling gold crown. ‘As planned I then removed your voicebox and tongue. Ono then suggested a further modification to fill out your face a little. He thought your lack of teeth was making you look older than you should. I decided he was right so I went ahead and injected some collagen into your cheeks and lips. Your mouth is now a lovely soft tube perfectly shaped to take my dick. It will make things much more comfortable for me when I use you.’ I nodded. It took over a month for me to heal from the operations. Master used that time to make the planned alterations to the bathroom and to increase the size of the steel rings through my ears, nose, tits and navel. At last the great day came when I was to begin my duties. Ono drove over to assist my Master with the final arrangements. First they sat me upright and fitted my special slave collar. The collar is of thick heavy-duty steel with a leather pad running around the top to prevent my skin from being rubbed raw. Master soldered it in place around my neck so it can never be removed. The words ‘Property of Earle Johnson’ are engraved into the shining metal. Three six-inch metal rods stick out of the back and sides of the collar. The collar is constructed so that it is wider at the front than at the back which forces my head up and backwards slightly. The two black men then carried me into the bathroom next to Master’s bedroom. This was going to be my final home and I felt happy and excited as my body was set down carefully into the special base my Master had designed close to the floor. My thigh stumps fitted comfortably into the leather-padded rings. My buttocks rested against leather pads attached to the tiled wall. A metal ring also attached to the wall encircled my waist and was snapped shut and padlocked by Ono. The bars sticking out from my collar were screwed to a bracket higher up so that I was fixed firmly in place against the wall, my head at crotch height. Across the room from me were Master’s bath, wash basin and shower. Next to me was another toilet for Master to take a shit when he needed to. Master and his friend stood back to look at their handiwork once I was fitted to the wall. ‘You say he really wanted this?’ Ono asked. Master nodded. ‘Yes, but don’t call it ‘he’. The plan was that pisshole here would become just a thing owned by me. More than that, it would be the lowest kind of property I could have - a urinal. That’s all it is now – a black man’s toilet. It isn’t a man anymore; it has no cock, it can’t move or talk. It’s just a thing for us to use.’ ‘You going to try it out?’ ‘Of course,’ Master replied. Master then unzipped his fly and got out his beautiful large cock. Approaching me Master pushed the head of his cock between my puffed out lips and into the soft tube that was once my mouth. I was totally helpless and immobile as I felt a spray of piss hit the back of my throat and begin to run down my gullet. I swallowed and gulped it all down quickly. Master’s flow subsided and he gave his cock a shake or two then withdrew it from inside me and wiped a few remaining drops of urine over my lips. ‘Mind if I use your toilet?’ Ono asked. ‘Go ahead man,’ Master replied. As Ono stuck his cock between my lips and began to piss in me I felt like I wanted to take a piss myself. I allow a stream of urine to fall from the hole between my legs where it flows into the sluice hole in the floor below me. It is now three years on. I perch in the darkness and wait for my Masters to wake up. Master Ono lives with us now and I wonder which Master will use me first this morning. Suddenly the light clicks on and, blinded, I shut my eyes for a second. Masters’ new white slave has entered the room and is setting out freshly warmed towels to dry Masters’ bodies with after they have taken their showers. This slave will soon be Master Ono’s own toilet after a few weeks; he already has his tattoos and piercings and no longer possesses genitals or teeth. Once his limbs are amputated he will take his rightful place beside me. Master Earle comes in naked and pushes his thick black cock between my lips. He and Master Ono have had sex and I can taste the dried cum still sticking to his dick. The warm piss fills my mouth and I swallow. Swallowing is all I can do now. I am at peace and content to be a human pisshole.