I had just realized when they released me. My state was one of being in a damn cloud, as if in a trance. And I didn't want to leave it.

It took me a couple of minutes to recover my ability to think. When I did, I realized my pathetic situation: lying on the floor, I was a wreck. My ass was throbbing, I was convinced it would never close again, but it didn't hurt. My back, hair, and ass were covered in cum from all the guys who had wanted to ejaculate (and there weren't that many). My hands, still tied behind my back, were sticky with hot cum. My cock, which had been on the verge of ejaculation several times inside the cage, was numb. My balls hurt a lot, but I already knew that was going to happen. And if the guy carried out his plan, I was going to be unable to do anything for a long time.

My body started to respond. My shoulders hurt, but they pulled on the collar of the leash and, half-dragging me, took me through the place. No idea where I was going, but I didn't need to know, I was convinced I had fallen to the lowest point, to total depravity. How wrong I was.

I didn't even notice when I left the sticky floor of the place and moved to a cold, tiled one. They made me pass, on my knees, to a place that I noticed was humid, but I wasn't in a state to think.

Again, the marker on my chest. Without knowing what they were writing, I didn't care the least.

I felt a ring gag opening my mouth. It was big, almost enormous. My jaw was suffering, but I wasn't in a state to complain.

"Fuck of shit, you've already fulfilled the part of your fantasy. Now we're going to take it a step further. I'm going to remove the blindfold and you're going to see how you become the urinal of the party. There's an hour left before closing and there are dozens of guys, there's already a line to use the bathroom."

When they removed the blindfold and after a few seconds to get used to the light, I saw that I was in a bathroom, large and open. I was on my knees in a kind of pit, wet with urine.

If I had been in a state to think, I would have been horrified. This wasn't in my fantasies, it hadn't even been discussed, but I couldn't do anything. On the one hand, I wasn't in a state to discuss or give my opinion. On the other hand, I had given such broad permission that he could do this and more.

He himself inaugurated my new task as a urinal. He put his cock in my mouth and, without hesitation, started to piss. A long, smelly, humiliating, and degrading piss. I didn't even move, I knew I shouldn't. I had to swallow some to be able to breathe, but most of it went down my chest to join the urine that was already under my knees.

When he pulled away, I saw half a dozen guys waiting to use the new urinal. For the first time in a long while, I saw their bodies, their cocks, their looks of contempt, of humiliation. They looked at me and insulted me, told me everything: fuck of shit, you can't fa...