The new gym urinal 4
I had little memories of that afternoon - everything was a blurry haze, my degradation overwhelming me with humiliating pleasure. Each breath I took fucked with my brain, filling me with David's musk. I was only capable of looking at the urinal users through the screen with my restricted vision. It led to a monotony that cemented my place as an object - see a guy pull his dick out to piss, swallow the piss, then eventually I would let out a stream of recycled piss through my locked nub. The slightest of movements would tug on the nipple clamps digging into the sensitive part of my skin, eliciting a muffled hiss from me. I eventually stopped struggling altogether - it felt good being my best friend's piss slave.
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"Did ya miss me?" David sneered as he came through the door, after a few hours.
Unable to move or react, I let out a low groan through my mouth, lips wrapped around the pipe.
"I figured you did, bro. I reckon you've had enough of this for today."
He proceeded to remove the gas mask around my face, and unshackled me from the wall. I was happy to finally be able to stretch my body, as well as being able to breathe air without David's boxers in front of my nose.
"I think it's time for you to workout, bro. The gym is empty now, it's just you and me both."
I wanted to protest but David hadn't removed the ring gag around my mouth. My unintelligible cries for mercy were silenced with a few slaps to the face. David then produced a leash, but instead of attaching it to my collar, fastened it to my nipple clamps instead.
"Stay on all fours, and follow me. Remember, if those clamps don't stay on, you're getting pierced."
I sobbed in defeat. I felt like a beast, an inhuman animal condemned to serve under increasingly harsh conditions. David led me out of the room, and I followed his lead, crawling on all fours, fearing the pain in my nipples.
I was taken down the corridor and to the stairs. David turned around, looked back, and started to laugh.
"Look at how pathetic you are. I keep coming up with fucked up ways to torture you, but you obviously love it. You've left a trail of precum down the corridor."
Slowly looking back, I saw that he was right.
"Get up." David threw a crusty jockstrap at me. Probably one he had worn for some days in a row. "Since you're incapable of doing anything without leaking like a faucet, I'll allow you to wear this."
After hurriedly putting the jock on and returning to my knees, my face was pushed onto the floor tiling by David's foot.
"Well, hurry up and clean up the floor. Tongue only. Don't want the floor stained from a piss slave's precum, do we?"
I started licking the floor clean. Great, not only was I a urinal, but now a mop. When would my torment end?
The idea of even further degradation by my best friend's hand made me leak precum even more. Thankfully, the jockstrap absorbed all the fluid.
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After finishing my task, I was led upstairs to the gym area. It felt strange being there after hours - there wasn't anyone in sight.
David made me crawl to a bench. He sat down on it and started to explain what was about to happen. I shuddered in anticipation, but I also couldn't help but admire my friend's athletic body. He was wearing a white tank top, showing off his arms and shoulders.
I was almost naked on my knees, in his worn jockstrap, looking up to him as he spoke. It was clear from the contrast that he owned me.
"Here's how your workout is going to be. It won't be that different from our usual training. You'll be doing chest and shoulders tonight. I'll tell you the exercise you'll be doing next, how heavy, how many reps and sets. I want you to count the reps out loud. If you fail to follow my instructions..."
He pulled out a nasty looking object from his bag. A bullwhip. I looked at him pleadingly.
"Trust me bro, with these workouts incorporated into your routine and with my meals prepared for you, you'll see progress in no time."
He stroked my arms and rubbed my locked dick with his foot.
"You're mine. Just a muscle slave. I'll control every aspect of your life from now on. What you eat and drink, your appearance, your clothing. I'll probably get your nipples and your nose pierced so that anyone can tell what a freak you are."
I whimpered in despair as David explained my new life as his slave.
"Your entire schedule will be determined by me. When you study. When you go to the gym. When you serve me and drink piss. I'll probably get some friends to use you as well. I'll train you to become the perfect slave."
David was obviously starting to sport a hard-on in his shorts. His foot pressed harder on my balls. He was getting off from making me his property, just as I was getting aroused at the thought of my new life.
"I'll eventually have you move in my place. You'll live in a cage when you're not of use to me. Just a faggot for me to use."
He spat into my mouth and removed my ring gag. "How's that sound, bro? Your rights taken away be me? Answer me."
He was still exerting some pressure on my balls, so I knew better than to plead or to call for help.
"Pl-please take my rights away." My answer got me a slap on the cheek. "Take your rights away what?"
"Please take me rights away, sir", I pleaded, tears running down my face.
David then surprised me by kissing me. He released the pressure on my balls, allowing me to lean in and reciprocate. After a long while, he broke off the kiss.
"You really want to be my slave?"
"Yes sir", I replied.
"Fuck, this is so hot" he grinned. "Your breath reeks of piss, by the way. Luckily for you, I'm into that." He pecked me on the cheek.
"Come on, time to start with some bench presses. Move to the bench over there."
I started to move to the bench press area on all fours.
"No faggot, I want you to crawl to the bench like a worm." I yelped in pain as he struck my exposed ass with the whip. I immediately fell on the floor and started to crawl. I had to be careful not to pull on my nipple clamps as I moved - they were extremely painful and sensitive to the touch.
I got on the bench, ass stinging from the pain, and noticed that the plates were already loaded. At least by 10lbs more than my personal record. I let out an apprehensive grunt.
"Give me ten full reps. Count them out." David placed himself behind me to spot me. I grabbed the bar, cursed at the weight, brought the bar down to my chest, and grunted as I brought it back up. "ONE, SIR!" I yelled.
I continued, but I started to feel exertion at around the fifth rep.
"Come on boy, that all you got?" David sneered.
"FIVE, SIR". I had pushed halfway through. David's insults, taunts and jeers actually worked. I was also motivated by the fear of the whip.
Eventually, I couldn't get past eight reps. David had to help me raise the bar fully.
"Please sir, I can't do anymore than eight" I told him.
"Fine. Get up, legs spread and hands behind your head. Look into the mirror."
I obeyed, and I got a good look at myself. Almost naked, with the obvious bulge of a chastity cage in my jockstrap pouch. Face reddened from the workout. Drool and a bit of piss on my chest, running down to my crotch. There was no mistaking it, I looked like a depraved, fucked up piss faggot. That made my dick twitch.
My thoughts were interrupted by the whip hitting my hard on the back. I screamed in pain, unable to form any words. "Count them out. You missed two reps so you get two lashes."
"O-ONE, SIR", I yelled, my teeth gritted. The pain was intense and radiated from my back. Tears and snot run down my face. I looked pathetic.
The whip crashed onto my back again, leaving a second red welt on my back. There was a third one on my ass from earlier.
"TWO, SIR". My entire body was shaking. I was sweating all over. I had no idea how I was supposed to do an entire workout like this.
"You get 5 minutes rest. Then you'll give me 10 more reps."
I groaned and sank to the floor, unable to form words.