urnl - by dave (urnl @at@ twerkingforjesus .dot. org)
chapter 2 - precinct six
On my kitchen table lay a yellow and black striped box, which I'd just removed from a discreet, kraft brown cardboard box on my doorstep. Turning the striped box over, the stripes gave way to the urnl logo, and a paper label below it reading 'accessory kit 2' alongside a bar code. Imagining it to be part of the next morning's gig, I opened the urnl app and used the scanner tool to scan the bar code on the box. Doing so took me to the app's guide section and into the accessories guide. The page title read 'Spyder Gag' and showed a yellow-and-block illustration of the gag, which I assumed is the accessory in the box.
As I scrolled through the guide, it gave me a brief overview of how the gag worked; a metal ring connected to several curved rods would be used to keep my mouth open at all times. The curved rods followed the curve of my head, and one from each side connected to a strap that connected them behind my head, with a bit of slack for loosening or tightening to fit. Logistics accomplished, the guide went on to illustrate potential uses for the gag. My cock leapt as I started considering each one; first, a single cock pissing into my open mouth, with no way to close it. Then two cocks -- and three! A warning below the illustration recommended a change of clothes for service providers as the sheer amount of urine might be too much to handle, especially for novices. A further illustration showed a cock being inserted into the recipient's mouth and throat through the gag. A warning here advised that larger cocks would not be able to use this method, but gave instructions for finding gags with a wider ring, if needed.
From here, the rest of the guide was devoted to proper cleaning and storage of the gag after use. Having reached the end of the fun part of the guide, I opened the box to examine my new accessory. It came wrapped in plastic, the metal parts gleaming under my kitchen light, and looked exactly like I'd imagined. I put it on to ensure it fit, and couldn't help but give it a test run. I slowly poured the bottle of Aaron's piss into my helpless mouth. The acrid, salty brew mingled with the metallic taste of the gag holding my mouth open, and made me rock hard. I unzipped my fly and let my cock out, slowly stroking with one hand while sipping from the bottle with the other. It took only a few minutes before I climaxed. Exhausted, I quickly cleaned myself and my new accessory and hit the hay to prepare for the next morning.
The next morning I woke up and confirmed the gig details once more. 10 AM, 100 Grand Ave., accessories required. I packed my messenger bag with the spyder gag and a change of clothes, and punched in the address on my phone. The address popped up: 100 Grand Ave. "Did you mean Riverside Police Precinct Six?" My heart skipped a beat. The addresses matched. Was this a prank or was I really getting ready to be used by an entire police precinct?
Knots in my stomach, I drove to the location and checked in on urnl. My contact's name is Rick. He appeared to be a slightly older, dark-haired man with a thick mustache and short-cropped hair. I committed the name and face to memory, pocketed my phone, and went inside. A group of three male officers chatting in the lobby turned as I entered, and the tallest of the three stepped over to meet me, and arm extended to shake my hand.
"Alex? Rick," he said. Underneath the hat and uniform was undeniably my contact from the app. "Follow me back to the locker room."
My mind was a flurry of anxiety, excitement, and lust as I followed the muscular officer down a few hallways, transfixed by his perky-looking ass filling out the navy blue uniform pants, occasionally glancing up and seeing his duty belt and remembering the gravity of the situation. We arrived in the male locker room, where a beefy blonde officer was just putting on his underwear, and a the dark, tan skin of a Latino police officer glistened with sweat as he peeled off the layers of his uniform.
Officer Rick turned to me. "Alright Alex, one of our urinals is out of order, and we can't get the plumber in to look at it until tomorrow, so that's where you come in. We've got a spare locker for you over here where you can put your clothes and change if you need to." He turned and pointed toward a tiled area lined with showers and urinals. "You'll be set up over here across from the showers. I trust you've got your accessory? We don't want your jaw getting tired while you work."
"Yes, sir." I opened my bag and pulled out the spyder gag. "I just need to take my shirt off and put this on, and I'll be ready to go."
"Outstanding, go ahead and do that." Officer Rick turned to the Latino officer getting ready to shower. "Hernandez, are you off-duty now?"
"Yeah, chief," Hernandez replied, turning to face us. His smooth, bald head and youthful face taking my attention. I couldn't help but notice his uncut girth pressing against his bright white briefs as well, and instinctively licked my lips.
"Great, grab your handcuffs and come with us." I gulped as the chief grabbed my left arm, pulling me toward the shower area. "Alex, we've got an extra specially set of accessories for you today." Rick pulled my left arm toward one of the urinals and snapped one of the cuffs around it, and the other around the pipe near the flushing lever. Before I could object or turn around, Hernandez had my other wrist cuffed to the adjacent urinal in the same manner. I tried to protest, but the spyder gag kept me from articulating my thoughts. "Don't worry, you're safe with us. Just relax and understand that you're going to be stuck serving us for a few hours, so any other plans you had are out the window. Hernandez, you want first dibs?"
"Sure, chief," he responded. I hadn't even noticed that he'd taken off his underwear before he followed us over. Clean towel slung over his shoulder, Hernandez stepped up between the urinals, lining up his sheathed cock with my mouth. His musky, manly scent started filling my nostrils as his black pubes inched closer to my nose and chin, but the ring of the gag prevented me from feeling exactly how much shaft was inside me. I waited silently for a moment and suddenly felt strong, salty piss filling my mouth. I coughed, trying to get my mouth adjusted and ready to swallow, some piss splashing out through the gaps between his soft cock and the metal ring. "Chinga!" He muttered, slapping me across the head. "I guess it's a good thing I did this before I showered, huh chief?"
"He might just need a minute to get back in the swing of things," Rick replied, watching the scenario. He pulled down the zipper on his own fly and pulled out his member. When Hernandez finished and pulled out, Rick took his place. He'd gotten a little hard, but after a breath or two, his stream started flowing, only his cockhead sticking through the ring. Slightly strong, lightly sweet piss with a hint of soap scent. As he emptied his bladder, he continued. "Alex, I'm working 10 to 4 today, and that means you are, too. If you need to piss, you're going to have to do it in those khaki shorts of yours. Don't worry, there's a drain in the middle of the floor, so do what you gotta do. Some of the officers will use you, some won't, you just worry about the ones that do. I'll be back at 3:30 to uncuff you and let you get cleaned up. Any questions?" He pulled out his cock and I tried moving my mouth but the gag wouldn't let me. I just nodded my head. "Good, now I'm going to need you to hurry this little demo up. I've got to be to court soon, so you've only got a couple minutes to make me jizz."
I got to work using my tongue as he pushed his meat back through the ring and into my mouth. It was a bit tricky to find the proper angle to turn my head for making the most contact, but eventually his gentle thrusts started picking up speed. On his last thrust, he pushed forward so hard that my head and upper back bumped up against the wall between the urinals, and he held me in place there while his thick cum trickled down my throat.
"Nice job," he commented while catching his breath. "Looks like you'll be a great use of taxpayer money." He smirked while wiping off his softening cock with a handkerchief, before folding it neatly and stuffing it in his pocket. Between catching my own breath and the gag, I couldn't respond. I just relaxed a few moments waiting for my next encounter.
I didn't have too long to wait. A couple younger cops sauntered in, all buddy-buddy, finishing up some kind of dude-bro conversation as they rounded the corner into the shower and urinal area.
"I did the EXACT same thing when I came back from Afghanistan. I got Chelsea pregnant, I needed a release, so I went and used the gloryhole. I didn't see who gave it, they didn't see me. It's the same as jacking off, just with a little twist."
"Man, Jake, I don't know. Even if it isn't cheating, it's still gay."
"Come on, it's the 21st century! Everybody's a little bi." At this point the first fella, Jake, saw me. "Look, we even have a piss pig today! It's like the opportunity just fell into your lap." He unzipped his fly and started pulling out his member.
"I'm not so sure about this," his partner started saying, while unzipping his own fly.
"You don't want to disappoint our piss pig, do you Sean?" Jake pleaded, before turning to me. "You really want Sean and me to feed you our baby batter, don't you buddy?" He said, ruffling my hair. I almost tried to respond verbally before remembering the gag, so I nodded, putting a smile across Jake's face. "It'll be fun!" Jake taunted Sean again. "You know, this reminds me of that carnival game where you aim the squirt gun in the clown's mouth to make the balloon pop. Wanna try?"
Jake took a couple steps away, squared his feet up against a groove in the tiled floor, and aimed his cock at my mouth. The stream started flowing, but first fell short of the intended target, creating a wet trail of piss up my shorts and then splattering my bare chest. As the stream narrowed in on its target, the warm piss soaked my chin and left cheek before zeroing in on my mouth. He let loose a "yeah-hah!" as he started filling my mouth. When his stream drifted, I turned my mouth to follow it. He noticed and purposely moved his aim to moisten both my cheeks.
Suddenly, a second warm, wet sensation began hitting my left pec. I turned slightly and saw that Sean had joined in on the pissing. Jake turned and looked at Sean, seeing the stream flowing, and cheered him on with a 'nice, dude!' His stream and Sean's both zeroed in on my mouth again, and I gulped as quickly as I could to prevent overflow. Jake's stream trailed off, then Sean's. The boys in blue stood for a minute, before Jake asked "Sean, you want first or second?"
"You go ahead, I'll think about it and come back later."
"Suit yourself," responded Jake, carefully stepping up and lining up his seven inch dick with my mouth.
The long, slim member made its way past the ring of the gag, along my tongue, and toward the back of my throat. I choked slightly, and felt the erection throb, almost as if my choking made him harder and hotter. My tongue movements increased as I tried to provide pleasure while maintaining my ability to breathe. Soon enough, he grabbed my lightly-wet hair and drove his cock in as far as it would go; I'm not even sure I tasted his spunk, he deposited it so deep. Then he pulled out, leaving my mouth empty again, and cleaning himself up with a hanky.
"Haha, thanks man," he smiled, giving a sigh of relief.
After Jake walked away, things fell silent for a little while. My mouth began to dry up a bit from being held open by the spyder gag. I began to think about the money I made using the app, how I planned to use it on renovations at my own home. The basement would make a great play space, and this police station locker room gave me ideas for the play space bathroom. After thinking about hosting piss parties in my own home, and the belly full of piss and cum from the first four cops, my hard dick and bladder began to be at odds. It didn't seem right at first to pee myself, but the shorts were already wet, so I powered through it and got a stream going. The force must have been pretty decent considering the stream made a tiny fountain in the front of the shorts, a yellowish, centimeter-long geyser coming out and cascading down the front and sides until both legs were completely soaked.
After the better part of an hour, traffic picked up during what must have been lunch hour. Most of the cops treated me with disinterest and used me just like any other urinal. A few splashes here and there, but for the most part their aims hit their mark, and I did my best to keep swallowing. As the traffic slowed, a single, tall, red-haired officer entered a shower across from where I was cuffed. He had a sturdy frame, not skinny, but not bulky for his height either. His chest was covered in a light coat of fur, matching his arms and legs, turning from a light golden-red to something closer to brown as the water soaked him. As he turned to grab a bar of soap, he noticed me visually-assessing him, and took particular note of my restricted state.
"You like what you see?" he called from across the room. I could only nod and keep staring at the ginger hunk. He started to lather himself up, and called out "yeah, you like what you see." I couldn't tell if the shower was taking forever or if the redhead was making it a point to put on a show. Before too long, he made his motivations obvious, as he turned his backside toward me, bent over, and spread his ass cheeks. His soapy hands roamed all over the buttocks as a tight, probably-virgin hole met my gaze. He spoke again. "Yeah, you wish you could have ALL of this, don't you, fag-boy?" He bent back up and continued his ruse, turning so that I could see him pinch his nipples and rub the soap suds all over his chest. "Ohhhhh yeah, that's what you want."
Finally, rinsing off, he squirted a handful of conditioner into his palm and started massaging his groin. What initially appeared to be a smaller-than-average dick soon grew into 9 or so THICK inches of meat. His slick grip started moving up and down as he muttered "yeah, this is what you want, all of this." After a couple minutes, the officer knew he was getting close. He walked over toward me, with one last, loud "THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT" before cum started shooting out of that magnificent rod. His precise aim got the first two squirts into my mouth, while a third hit my cheek, and a fourth fell short. Before I could tell if there was a fifth or more, he pulled his meat to the right and let it spring back forward, slapping my cheek. He repeated a couple more times, slapping me with his meat, and then barked "TONGUE" at me. I stuck my tongue out and he used his dick to scoop the remaining cum from my cheek onto my tongue, and squeezed out the last bit of jizz from his cockhead before walking away, towel slung over his shoulder, pleased with what he'd done.
The afternoon flew by, with a few routine visits from various officers making use of my mouth. Before I knew it, I heard the familiar voice of Chief Rick entering while talking to someone about a stretch of road near the county line. He made his way into my field of view accompanied by another uniformed patrolman, but in a tan uniform unlike the dark blue worn by the officers I'd serviced all day. He looked a bit on the older side, grayish black hair combed neatly underneath his hat and the classic salt-and-pepper beard. "Alex, this is Kurt, he's one of the state troopers assigned to highway 18. I figured while he's here on business we ought to treat him to some hospitality."
"Jesus Christ, Rick, you weren't fucking around! Shit, in my day, we had to catch a fag in a traffic stop when we needed some hole. You really just dial-a-cocksucker on your phone to get him?"
"Something like that. I don't get the logistics of what makes it legal, but judge Snyder said it checks out, and there are some depraved faggots out there happy to take a load of piss and jizz," Rick remarked, glancing my way as he made his feelings known. It felt a bit degrading to be called out like that, but it's what I signed up for. "Well, the booking is fixing to run out soon, so if you want to give it a try, be our guest."
The trooper unzipped his fly and stepped up to me, still flaccid, and directed his mushroom head through the ring and into my mouth. I felt tugging at my hands and realized Rick was unlocking the handcuffs keeping me trapped against the wall between the urinals. My newly-freed hands found their way to the wet tiles and I steadied myself, dutifully swallowing the slow stream of warm, mild urine. His stream trailed off, I gently sucked on his cockhead, and he began hardening. It only took a few minutes and he was letting loose his load of cum.
Before I could react, his dick pulled out and a new one appeared in its place, as the chief said "let me show you how it's done." He grabbed my head and started face-fucking me hard. His movements were swift, but purposeful rather than urgent. He was showing that he's boss, and using my mouth to do it. Before long, he made one last forceful thrust and held my head against his crotch, my nose full of pubes, balls against my chin, receiving his second load of the day. He pulled out and wiped down his cock with a hanky, and nodded at State Trooper Kurt. As the two bucks made their way to leave, the chief called out "Thatcher, let him get cleaned up and then make sure he leaves without fuckin' anything up."
"OK, chief," responded a familiar voice. It was Sean from earlier. He stepped into the shower area from the locker room in nothing but a pair of shower sandals and a couple of tribal tattoos, carrying a few towels slung over his shoulder. I stood up, my legs readjusting to the concept of standing, and nearly missed as Sean tossed me a bar of soap. "Brought ya a towel, too," he said, taking the shower across from me.
Quickly taking off the gag and shorts, I went and stood in the one next to him and turned on the water. As much fun as watersports are, it's nice to clean up after a hard day of 'disposal work'. As I lathered up, I reached around and tried to lather my back, but my arms were in a bit too much pain from being held in position all day. Suddenly, I felt a soapy set of hands on my back. "Thanks," I muttered sheepishly.
"No problem," came Sean's reply. "You, uh, still on the clock?" I felt his semi-hard meat against the back of my leg as he got close, continuing to wash my back.
I turned and replied "I don't mind a bit of overtime" with a smile, but attempting to kneel was a bad idea for my sore legs and I winced.
"No worries, let's finish cleaning up and then you can suck it." He turned away from me and went back to his own washing up. "Can you do my back, too?" I obliged, taking my time to soap up the whole surface of his back, perhaps lingering a bit longer than strictly necessary. I erred just on the side of 'washing his back' instead of 'soapy massage', hoping to keep the hesitant, slightly-homophobic fella from chickening out. We rinsed, he dried off, I stared at his nice ass and half-ass dried myself off, and carried my wet shorts and gag to the locker with my other belongings and sat on a wooden bench.
I got my underwear and socks on and was just pulling my jeans onto my left leg, when a gray Abercrombie shirt above a naked torso took over my field of view. "Make it quick," Sean ordered. His now-hard cock was already leaking pre-cum, and I lapped it up with a flick of my tongue before bobbing up and down on the head. "Yeah, keep doing that," he breathed heavily. I kept it up for a few minutes, jacked him off with one hand while taking a breath, and went in to deepthroat him. "Fuck! Again!" he whispered forcefully as I came back up for air once more, licking his shaft along the way. I did it twice more, and felt the veins on the underside of his erection pulse as I drew back the third time, his jizz hitting my tongue and coating my mouth. He finished and pulled out, breathlessly mouthing 'thanks' and we both got back to getting dressed.
I luckily had the foresight to bring a plastic grocery sack for my wet shorts, and tossed the gag in with them. Pulling out my phone, I noted that the time had escaped me; it was already 4:45 PM! Grabbing my bag, I looked over to Sean, who was just about ready to go as well. He had trouble looking me in the eye, but kept it professional, and walked me back out to the front of the police station. I checked my phone again, hoping to get directions to avoid rush hour traffic. As I unlocked the screen, I noted one notification from urnl: "You were rated 5/5 stars. Please log in and rate your client." I got into my car, and, not wanting to break any texting and driving laws, I started the GPS and tapped the 5-star rating in the urnl app before heading home.