All the way through the city you will see metal fences around sunken buildings with skylights. As soon as you walk down into the old Victorian public toilet you can’t help but notice the reclaimed grandeur of the place. The clean white porcelain. The colourful glass dome allowing in light from above and the colours that dance around the room. Even down to mock oil lanterns allowing the room to be in good lighting, even at night. Gorgeous tiles on the floor, showing districts of the city. There are forty or fifty individual urinals around on the sides. The areas with sinks and lock-ups around the side. The steel handles on the doors. All the ornate pineapples on the edges of each open urinal cubicle. The details of the refurb are breath-taking.

However, the detail is overshadowed by the boys, set back in each indented alcove. Each one is restrained to kneeling on a slant with a metal hook tight up their holes to add to stability. The slant allowed the flow of piss down their throats with their back to the wall. Their arms raised and shackled above their heads. Their slave tits are heavily ringed and pulled forward to hooks just above the glass panel in front of them. A metal ring opened their mouths and was attached to a mouth restraint made of stainless steel, and then fixed to a stainless collar around each of the boy’s necks. A tube connected their mouths with a glass panel in front of them and on the other side of the glass sheet was a small urinal basin, at a ‘below waist’ height to be used to urinate in. The glass separated the slave from the freeman and allowed the freeman to piss into the slave’s mouth. The slave’s body was on full display with restraints stopping the boy’s ability to move. The knee pads allow a small relief of comfort for long periods at a time. It was almost as if the boys were the working mechanics behind a glass wall to add to the design of the room. Nothing else but a display in a case.

Their dicklets are permanently set in chastity. Tiny stainless-steel ones to match the other fittings of the room. These cages are different than the others you may well have seen other slaves wear, these have a threading to them that attaches to a pipe that disappears into the ground, connecting to the waste pipe below.

You must take a second look to realise what is happening here. The slaves are completely immobile and can’t move. The freeman urinates in the little trough that goes through a pipe through the glass, and then through into the slave’s mouth. Then it is processed like any other waste through its bladder, through the chastity, through the pipe and into the pipe in the ground, taking the urine away. The slave is used as an additional piece of piping from the urinal. Nothing more.

All day men come into the old Victorian underground building and walk round choosing which slave will drink their piss. Sometimes they go for the younger ones. However, the older slaves are famous too. It is often witnessed young school boys tormenting their former teachers that have fallen down into slavery.

Fat old men, young cocky twenty-something boys, and businessmen will stick their cocks above the urinal and watch as the piss is unable to go anywhere else but the gulping slave’s mouth. Some men are in a hurry and need to take their first piss of the day before work, others like to be a bit more sadistic and choose to dehydrate themselves before entering the building. That way the slaves get a nasty little surprise when their bitter and dark-yellow piss is forcibly gulped down. The boy’s eyes often widen as horrors such as this continue.

There is no escaping. There is no choosing what man uses its throat in this way. If the slave moves then their tits discover themselves in pain, especially when the slave is continuously fidgeting. Often the Overseers will punish a slave by putting an itching powder on their kneeling pad, causing the slave to move all day, making its tits sore.

Lunchtimes and morning and afternoon rush hours are the busiest times of day, when hundreds of men will pass through the city using the toilets. Men in suits will saunter in, sometimes on the phones and in meetings without looking down or saying a word and begin relieving themselves into the slave’s mouth. They like to treat the slave as just a piece of the fixings of this reclaimed building.

The slave knows that truthfully, they deserve this, as many of the slaves are level three slaves. The worst type of slaves. The ones that broke the worst laws of the new order. They are used as objects of ridicule. Free men would come in and laugh at them. Sometimes they knew them from their previous lives which would add to their humiliation. Occasionally a perverted slave that has been trained through years of service to associate piss with pleasure will spontaneously ejaculate into the chastity and pipework. Often this leads to more ridicule if a freeman witnesses it. This has even been known to happen to previously heterosexual males that have now been restrained to be used as a human urinal. They have spent months or years having their tits twisted and dicklets twitching in chastity as they gulp down man piss, riding down on the metal rod up their arseholes only for it to be pent up for too long and have a long and humiliating orgasm. Their slave juices would be waste and be washed down into the pipes connected to their chastity cages. This then feeds the cycle, further establishing any pleasure from being treated in this way. Some slaves cum regularly once they have cum the first time.

Every twelve hours the Overseers on duty will start to swap the slaves over. The slaves would be taken in a back room which would be the sleeping quarters in a slave pen together with the other urinals. They would be hosed down by a couple of slave attendants. They would ensure that each urinal is cleaned both inside and out and then allow them to eat slave chow. Then placed on gurneys and injected with medicine to clear out all impurities and send them to a nine-hour sleep. There is little movement at all times. No words are spoken by the slaves. They are withdrawn animals with only one purpose in life. To be a pipe for man piss.

The new order to include human urinals has been a great influence on society. The amount of level three slaves being convicted have steadily depleted over the past decade. Many men realising that if this is their future, they best not break any laws to end up here.

Elsewhere in the subterrain building a couple of level two slaves are all the time cleaning away. Keeping the public toilet in good order. Working all day making sure the cubicles are also pristine too. It is very rare to see slaves wearing uniform, however these attendant slaves do. To make the place look chic and retro. They wear white short shorts and revealing mid-riff t-shirts. The outfits are tight on their skin and their little dicklets are locked too, the bulge being prominent in their short shorts. Around their necks are ornate slave collars, that look more like jewellery than a standard thick collar. These level two attendant slaves are treated roughly by the service users. More so than the urinals as they can’t get to them.

Though potentially serving life as a human urinal has deterred several potential law-breakers from risking their lives, remarkably there are one or two perverts who wish to join the ranks. Recently a request was made from a young man named Tom, a strapping lad in his mid-twenties who requested for his freeman citizenship to be revoked so he could become a urinal. He had been fascinated by the urinals he saw on his way home from work as a freeman. He started off scared of entering the building but slowly he got over his anxiety to begin being one of the men that would feed a slave his waste load. When he watched the slaves swallow countless amounts of piss and look up at him in pleading eyes it made his below average size cock twitch. Often, he would have to dash off home to jerk off, he was all the time too shy to show his cock around other men, even if it was in front of slaves. He knew he was smaller than his friends, all the time had been, ever since high college.

The slaves he fed his piss to didn’t seem to notice, or care for that matter, they were too preoccupied swallowing his piss.

Over time he started to feel more confident being at the urinals. His eyes began to wander whenever another man around as sometimes he liked to compare his cock size to them. One day he glanced over to a man making a loud noise of a sense of relief. The man had one hand above him against the glass and sounded like he had been holding his piss in all day. Tom couldn’t help but look. The businessman felt Tom’s eyes on him.

“Like what you see Perv!”.

Instantly Tom shifted his focus back to his urinal.

Then he heard the man laugh. “If you want to watch, then move this side. No one is around this time of day. Everyone has gone home. No one will see you perving away!”.

With his heart beating loudly he quickly moved around just in time to watch fifteen seconds of streaming. The urinal had no choice but to gulp away.

“Look at the loser take it like the waste pipe it is”, the man commented.

Tom didn’t say a word. The little pervert’s cock was hard in his pants and that said all the words he needed to say.

The man finished. Pushed his uncut cock back into his suit without shaking or cleaning himself off first and turned to Tom. The man smirked at him and without warning he wiped his hand all over Tom’s face. Then he pulled his fly up. Tom started backing away as he could smell the man’s cock on his face, and the man’s piss, as well as the man musk that had been building up all day in his suit pants.

Tom didn’t say a word. He didn’t challenge the fact that he was a freeman and this other freeman had used him like a common slave, wiping his hand onto his face like that. Smelling the man’s piss and musk of the day. Tom realised his cock was throbbing in his pants.

The man turned towards the sinks and began to talk.

“There is such a slave contract for Faggot slaves”, The man paused, “like you”, he continued after a second pause to allow Tom to process what he was telling him. “As a faggot slave you are allowed to dictate your first posting, and have it written in that you stay the for a minimum of time of up to five years, after the five years it is down to your owner’s discretion”.

Tom didn’t wait or stay silent, “Really?”

The man then laughed at his response. “I could tell you were a fag. All you fags are the same!”. The man walked to the side of Tom and pulled his hair back. In shock this caused Tom to gasp, his mouth opening. The man spat in the perv’s open mouth. Tom was frozen in his place, only trembling at being handled in such a way. “Fags like you cannot function as a Beta male in our free society. It is impossible! You are an Omega faggot and you clearly need guidance. The best thing for you is slavery.”

The man reached around with his free hand to where Toms cock was and simply scraped the fabric with his fingers, setting his dicklet on fire.

“Gee, I was right. This tiny pecker of yours isn’t going to satisfy anyone! No boys or girls will want you or it. You’re clearly the hardest you can go and it’s still disappointing. Tell you what, you’ve seen a real man’s cock, hell you even smelt it, now look how boned up you are! You really are an Omega fag with that small cock of yours. You should run to the courthouse right now and get that citizenship revoked. You like the sound of that faggot?”

The boy couldn’t contain it anymore and erupted in orgasm. The man erupted in laughter. He had proven his point to the fag.

Less than a week later Tom made the necessary arrangements and appeared in court. He stood in front of the judge naked, having been processed and marched through the entrance of the courthouse by the slave police. People sniggered as he was walked past them, they pointed at his tiny cock and made obscene gestures. Even the judge mocked the boy as he stood there. He mocked him for his request to be enslaved in service as a urinal for a five-year time period, then lifetime enslavement as a level one slave. Following the sentencing people sneered at the boy as they knew he chose to enslave himself, marking him as an Omega Fag. Once the decision was made all that the courtroom staff needed to do was ’empty him out’ in an exhausting and degrading way in the processing suite, with witnesses watching from the viewing gallery. All was left to do was to mark him as a ‘WS1’ urinal in an ink that doesn’t wash off for days.

Only hours later Tom was just another pipe in the old reclaimed Victorian toilets in the centre of the city. A businessman came in at his regular time. He walked round to see what slaves were on display, then he stopped in front of Tom. Stepped up in front of the slave and took a long-needed piss. The first one since that morning. The man smirked at the boy and although the boy could not move its face its eyes said it all.

“Look at the loser take it like the waste pipe it is”, the man commented to no one, as no one was there.

Tom was where he belongs. A Urinal for real men to use.

Just another pipe.