The Urinal — Part 1

Chapters 11 and 12

11.

The cellphone rang just as there was a knock on the door. Val rose, said, "Hello; can you hold for a minute?" into the phone and went to the door. Bert and the girl were on the porch. "Come in you two. Just on time."

The girl followed Bert. She wore a black plastic garbage bag, was grinning at Val as she passed and pointed to her mouth. She smelled strongly of beer, piss and sex.

Val said in the cellphone, "Can I call you back?"

"Val, this is Megan. I need to see you tonight."

"Just a minute." Val asked Bert, "Where's the camera and her clothes?"

"Her clothes? Don't you have them, sweetie?"

The girl shrugged.

"The camera is in the car. I'll go get it." Bert left.

Val asked the girl, "Where are your clothes?"

She shrugged, grinned and lifted the front of the garbage bag to show her swollen pussy.

Val said into the cellphone, "Megan, I'll call you tomorrow."

"I really need to see you. If I think too much about this I'll chicken out."

"Maybe you should think about it." Val said to the girl, "Go sit in the bathtub." She left the room humming. "Megan, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Can't I come over? I need to talk."

Val thought for a second. "Come before midnight. If the porch light is on, you can ring the bell. If it's out, sorry. I'll talk to you tomorrow. If you rush, you'll get to meet Bert, the man of your nightmares." Val hung up.

Bert came in with the camera and tripod. "I didn't see her clothes. I thought she had them."

"You owe me two fifty. If you can't find her clothes that's another seventy-five more. They're brand new."

"I thought she had them."

Val waited; Bert dug in his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. He counted out Val's money.

"If I like the video, you get this back. " Val took the camera to his desk, tried to preview. "Do you know how to work this thing?"

"The bitch does." Bert shifted from one foot to another.

"Em," Val shouted. "Come here."

The girl, naked, walked into the living room. She pointed to her mouth.

"Not right now. I want to see what the video looks like."

The girl took the camera, pushed buttons, and handed it to Val. "Ummm."

"Thank you."

"Isn't the bitch amazing?" Bert said. "I need a piss."

"Wait a minute."

"Okay," Bert said. "I think."

Val watched the tiny screen. He could see several men, all shapes and sizes, some large like Bert, most were normal builds tending toward a belly. The girl was there, not very visible, but that was all right. "Where is this?"

"A friend has a tire shop. It's where they put them on and balance them."

"Those are huge tires."

"For those trucks with lift kits. You won't believe what those tires cost. You need a fucking ladder to get into the seat. Should she be doing that?"

Val looked up. "Em, close the door. You stay inside." He grinned at Bert. "Try to find her clothes, will you?"

"I'll look tomorrow, but gosh I don't know. We were all over the place. I thought she had them."

"Had a good time?"

"Yeah, but I gotta piss right now."

"Em, show Bert the bathroom." Val watched the screen. This was better than he thought they'd do. He turned off the camera, put it aside. He brought up a couple of Megan's photos on the computer, shut their windows. The girl was giggling in the bathroom.

He was going to have to learn to say no like he really meant it, though he had to admit if he had total control of his life it'd be a mess. No girl. No Megan who was more a whim than a possibility. He'd still have Nancy but right now he wasn't feeling that loss too sharply.

"Feeling better now?" he asked Bert.

"Yeah, but I couldn't you know what and I think I let the bitch down. I can only do it so many times, twice as many when she's involved. I told her to lick the tub clean and by god she's doing it. That camera have any film left, you should shoot a movie."

"I think it's full and that's okay. We'll film that another time. The whole thing, maybe when you and your friends stop by. Take the two fifty. I'm more than happy." Val handed Bert the money. "Want to do it again next week?"

"We can? I mean, sure."

"I'll talk to Em tomorrow. If she has no problems with it, we'll make a date. You'll make a film again, but this time you'll pay me. With a little more notice you can make up the difference."

"I think so."

Val could see Bert working out the math.

"I'll give you a DVD of this but it'll take a couple of days."

"That's okay. I don't have a way to watch them."

"You have a TV?"

"Sure."

"We'll get what you need, even set it up for you, and you can reimburse us. Maybe have a small party with a couple of your friends when your wife isn't home."

"You would?"

"Sure. The girl likes you."

"I know. If she weren't a whore . . . Oh well."

The doorbell rang.

"Just a second." Val rose. "Someone for you to meet."

Val opened the door. Megan said, "Sorry, I . . ."

"Come on in. The rule here is women have to be naked. Meet Bert." Val watched her face as her eyes left him and went to the man standing by the computer. She took in Bert's size. She held a bag in her hand; it fell to her side.

Val touched her arm. "You were in a rush. Strip."

She looked at Val, "I . . ."

"Yes or no?"

She stepped across the threshold. Val shut the door behind her.

"Just drop your things on the floor."

"I . . ."

"She's shy, Bert. Let me get you a beer." He steered Bert into the kitchen.

"You going to shave her too?"

"Right now I could do just about anything."

"Look, Val, right now I don't think I . . ."

"Don't worry, Bert. She's just to look at, not touch."

"That's good. If I'd had known maybe I could have. You know?"

"Deprive Em? I'm shocked, Bert." Val smiled. "I think she's ready for us." Val led Bert into the living room.

Megan stood by the door, clothes folded on the floor by her feet which were in heels. She held the bag in front of her crotch.

"Sit down, Bert. You too, Megan." Val watched her cross in front of him, sit on the chair opposite the couch. Her nipples were pierced, she had perky breasts, slender waist, and hips that swelled nicely.

Val sat next to Bert. "What do you think?"

"She's okay."

Val smiled. "Just okay?"

"What if the bitch hears me?"

"We'll start with okay. How many were there tonight?"

"Twenty-seven plus me and two joined in later."

"Thirty. Plus today, three plus two plus eight."

"That's a lot," Bert said. "I need to go, Val. I have to work tomorrow. Sorry I didn't finish my beer."

"Megan will for you. See you in the morning. And remember finding her clothes." Val said to Megan, "They lost her clothes. She came home wearing a garbage bag."

Bert left, Val sat back on the couch. "Finish Bert's beer. You're spending the night in the tub. We'll talk in the morning."

"Val, I . . ."

"What's in the bag?"

"My costume." She opened the bag.

"I'll see it in the morning, Megan."

She closed the bag and put it on her lap. Val smiled, pointed to the beer. She looked at it, her lips compressed.

"If you don't drink the beer right now I'll ask you excruciatingly personal questions, expect answers. If I don't get them, you'll be tossed out as you are. The drive home won't be nearly as interesting as. Good."

Val drank from his beer bottle, set it on the table. "You're here, you've crossed your Rubicon, are getting a chance to see what permanent means. I have to be at work at nine but Em and I have an errand to run first. Between now and then structure what you have to say so as to be as concise as possible.

"Yes." She leaned forward.

"Impertinent or eager?" Val stood. "Come with me. Leave the bag on the couch." Val led her to the bathroom.

The girl looked up at them from the tub. "Ummm?"

"Em, if you'll have her, she wants to join our adventure. Not as your equal. She'll hold your leash at events, pass out condoms, and such. Then and in this apartment we'll call her Cunt. Otherwise she's Megan. It's up to you."

The girl stood. "Ummm?" She looked at Val and pointed to her mouth. "Ummm?"

"Nothing will change for you. She's not to be touched right now, by me or any others. Unless she agrees and then, Em, you'll have competition."

Em grinned. She pointed to him, to her mouth, held up three fingers.

"You, me, three. You're joining me in my room; she's sleeping in the tub. Aren't you, Cunt?"

"Yes." Megan dropped her eyes.

"Get in the tub then. No, Em, don't get out. I need you." Val unzipped his pants. "In your mouth, Em, but don't try to swallow." The girl fell to her knees and opened her mouth wide. She moaned, grabbed Megan's wrist.

Val pissed. The urine splashed on the girl's face, in her mouth and down her chest. Megan made a sound and peed a harder, faster flow around her feet. The girl held Megan's wrist and tugged. Megan fell to her knees beside the girl, eyes wide, nostrils flaring, mouth open.

Val zipped up. "I'll get the chains and locks."

12.

Val wrapped the chain around both faucets and used locks to hold it. The two free ends of chain he locked to Megan's nipple rings. He stood, grasped her hair and scrunched it. He left the light on, not looking at her as he left. She'd have plenty of time to think, enough free chain to shift from her knees.

The girl stood in his bedroom, the towel on the floor. She grinned at him.

"I'd hoped to have a chance to talk to you first. It really is your choice. Thumbs down any time and she goes."

The girl opened her mouth and moaned.

"Tired of waiting, hunh? Just a few preliminaries to take care of first. On your knees, arms out." Val left the room. He came back with a length of rope, a chain dog leash and a length of black plastic pipe.

He tied her wrists together. He left the room and came back with the metal implements from the fabrication shop, leaning them against the wall by the bed.

The girl watched what he did, moaning, stopping her moan momentarily to lick her lips.

Val undressed, left his clothes on the floor, went to her. "Your forehead says, 'Use me.' I will." He pulled her to her feet, put her hands on the bed and explored her cunt from behind.

"Ummm," the girl said. "Oh."

He fucked her slowly, just three strokes and pulled out. He pushed her onto the bed. "Roll over."

She rolled onto her back, tied hands over her head between his legs. He probed her mouth with his cock.

He chose to cum quickly, squatting over her, his cock hitting the back of her throat. He couldn't see her face; she was under him. He could see her body twist, feel her hands on his back twist. She choked; he pulled up an inch and came in her mouth.

He could hear her swallow as he spurted. She was noisy and her back arched. "Did you keep count, Em? In your mouth?"

Her hands slapped his back.

"Five."

She slapped him.

"Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. Twenty-five. Thirty. Thirty-five. I'm losing count." She kept slapping him.

"No wonder your lips are so red."

She slapped him. "Ummm."

"On the bed. Hands and knees." He backed away.

She rolled over and worked herself into the center of the bed. She rose.

Val clicked the leash's clasp to her collar after pulling the leash through the hand loop around a ring he'd attached to the wall earlier. After dinner with Megan Val had had fun at Lowes in various departments finding useful things. The landlord was going to throw a fit about the ring in the wall. Too bad.

The girl hummed, swaying on her hands and knees.

He hit her with the plastic pipe, on her rear thigh just below her ass. She screeched.

"A little quieter, please."

She looked at him. He couldn't read this look. It wasn't anger, wasn't pleasure.

"Do you need a gag?"

She did nothing except face the headboard.

Val counted fifteen. The strokes landed on her legs and lower ass. The welts were more sharply defined than he expected. When he'd slapped his wrist with the flexible plastic pipe in the store it was stingy and his skin turned red. If he could leave marks, it was something he thought men would like. Maybe the girl would like that too.

Val laid the bar on the bed by her feet and locked the loops around her ankles. He pulled her legs off the bed, onto the floor. The leash was long enough with a bit to spare. Her knees were on the floor, ankles spread, body upright, braced by her tied hands.

Val left her and came back with a strip of cloth which he tied over her eyes. He shoved another strip into her mouth. "Can you breathe?"

The girl nodded.

"I'm going to beat you again. The first time was because I wanted to. Now is because I am punishing you for losing your clothes."

A muffled sound came from her. She turned to the sound of his voice.

He knelt beside her, held her close to him as he gave short, quick blows to her ass cheeks. He felt her flinch but she made no sound through the gag.

When he was ready he pushed her against the bed, entered her cunt to get his cock slippery. He left her, pressed against her asshole and pushed.

He entered easily. The girl gave a sharp moan.

"That hurt. How many here?"

She struck the bed with her hands. He lost count. "Does it hurt too much?"

She shrugged.

"Do you want me to stop?" He pulled back, thrust.

She shrugged, stiffened.

"Nod your head and I'll stop."

She moaned.

He fucked her slowly.

At first she bucked under him. She quieted and tensed her body. Her arms and hands were outstretched, gripping the steel leash between her neck and the wall.

While he fucked her Val used his hands to explore her body, feel her breasts which had a surprising fullness compared to their size. Her flanks were muscular and hard, her cunt wet, open and soft.

He rubbed her clit hard, felt her stiffen, rubbed more gently. He wasn't concerned with her pleasure. Tomorrow he'd watch her masturbate and learn what she liked.

Before cumming he pulled the wad from her mouth and gripped her teeth with his thumbs. Her jaw tensed and he felt her upper teeth against his skin. Her tongue probed. He came and held her tightly.

He removed his fingers from her mouth and held her nipples, leaned against her. She bent and collapsed onto the bed, he over her.

There wasn't the emotional depth between him and the girl that he and Nancy had, even at the beginning, but the sex was less tame. He felt he knew the girl better. His cock fell out of her ass and he held her tightly.

He fell asleep, woke up a few minutes later. He left her, turned out the lights in the apartment except for the ones in the bathroom and bedroom.

The girl still lay half on, half off the bed. She turned her head when he came in, her blindfolded face making her appear vulnerable. He pulled her onto the bed, untied her hands, and unclipped the leash. "Sit up, Em."

Val closed the large metal loop around her waist, positioned her arms and locked them into place. He clipped the leash onto her collar, laid her flat on the bed on her back.

"One more beating, Em. This one is because I need to."

He struck her thighs, fifteen blows, not as hard at first as the last two times. The girl didn't cry out, kept her mouth tightly closed, writhed under the heavier blows. She was sweating.

Val climbed onto her and fucked her cunt. The correlation between her pain and his pleasure was something he tried to ignore. How whipping her made him hard, made him want to bury his cock into her soft flesh.

"How many here, Em?"

She moaned. She reached up with her tongue to touch his face.

"No condoms, Em. I'm up to the hilt in you, up to the hilt with you."

She bucked under him, twisted wildly.

"Do you want to drink it?"

She arched her back, thrust her chin in the air and moaned. He could feel her fingers on his legs, the steel band around her middle.

He climbed over her, holding the cum in his cock with his fingers squeezing tightly, pushed his cock in her mouth and let go. He shut his eyes, leaned back onto his heels as she swallowed, used her lips and tongue to stroke him.

Val stretched alongside her, held her cunt as they kissed. He squeezed her between fingers and thumb. "I own you," he said.

She licked his face.

She smelled of piss and cum, some of it his. He couldn't get away from the smell or what she was. He owned her in so many senses of the word. It was almost three in the morning. They fell asleep with the light on. The alarm rang at seven. His grip on her cunt was still firm. Her fingers held his hard cock.

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Part 1
Chapters 1 & 2 | Chapters 3 & 4 | Chapters 5 & 6 | Chapters 7 & 8
Chapters 9 & 10 | Chapters 11 & 12
Part 2
Chapters 13 & 14 | Chapters 15 & 16 | Chapters 17 & 18 | Chapters 19 & 20
Chapters 21 & 22 | Chapters 23 & 24

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