The Mens Room

The flickering fluorescent tube casts a dim, unpleasant light over your surroundings. Most would spend their free Saturday some other way, but here you are anyway. Thick bondage gear keeps your arms and legs restrained; the thick leather is tight, but not uncomfortably so; just enough to keep you properly immobilized. Your body is tied to the ground, preventing you from going anywhere, while a thin mattress is the only thing shielding you from the cold, hard bathroom tiles.

For the next 24 hours you are going to serve as a urinal for the patrons of a particularly raunchy gay bar. The bathroom you are currently in looks absolutely filthy; piss stains cover the floor, and the once-white bathroom tiles are cracked, yellowed, and scribbled full of horny messages from horny patrons. The actual urinals beside you look like they haven't been cleaned in years. The stink of stale piss permeates the room, burning in your nose and leaving a particularly unpleasant salty taste on your tongue; it's disgusting yet somehow... intoxicating.

Speaking of your role as a urinal, there is a thick tube stuck in your mouth, held there with a gag. Extra leather straps around your snout keep your maw shut and the tube secure. The other end leads to a clear funnel, positioned right in front of you; ready for the patrons to relieve themselves in, though you've got a feeling you're going to be swallowing more than just piss..

There currently is no one in the bathroom but you, only the constant hum of the fluorescent tube keeps you company. You can occasionally pick up some chatter from the bar, located on the other side of the bathroom door.

Better enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts...