BTS as toilet slaves

(human urinal) jimin (kookmin) pt.2

One day passed, then two, then a week, before I got an email from him.

Hello, piss slave. Here’s my address. You may show up at this address whenever you are ready to be released from that jock. I expect you to show up wearing nothing except your steel jock. When the door is answered, you will shout, loud enough to be heard in the back of the room, this exact sentence. ‘I am your new piss slave and I am here for you to use me.’ When you shout that exact sentence, you will be admitted into the residence, and you will be taken to the prep room, where you will be gagged with your piss gag and your piss hood will be locked on your head. After that, you will be told what to expect from there.

You are still prohibited from contacting me. The next contact you have with me will be in person, when you show up to get out of the steel jock. Take as long as you want to get here, just remember that the longer it takes for you to get here, the longer your junk stays locked in that jock.

I Google Mapped directions to his place, based on his address, and the time frame indicated a two day trip. I decided I had to go now, since I was screaming for release from the chastity jock, horny as hell.

I was not prepared for what met me when I got there. The address was a warehouse in the middle of nowhere … if you can be “nowhere” down in the warehouse district. I looked for parking, and finally found it in back. The parking lot was all stone, no pavement anywhere. And there was more stone between the edge of the parking lot and the door entering the warehouse. I remembered that he had told me to show up wearing only my chastity jock, so I stripped in the car.

Stepping barefoot onto those stones was very tough. The stones were sharp, and I walked very gingerly to the door. I figured that they used the stones to get the message across that you weren’t going to run away from them. It took me over 5 minutes to walk the 50 meters to the door from my car. I knew I didn’t want to cross those 50 meters again barefooted. I stood in front of the door wearing only my steel chastity jock, and a shiver ran down my spine. I knew that I was about to become a piss slave, and I was having second thoughts. I remembered his email that said it was too late for me to change my mind once I put the jock on, so I worked up my nerve and approached the door to knock.

It sounded like there was a party going on inside when I knocked. I stood there waiting for someone to answer. I knocked again, more loudly. After another couple minutes, I noticed a yellow sign that said “piss slaves must ring bell for admission.” I rang the doorbell, and almost immediately the sound of the party got quieter.

When he opened the door, he stood in front of me, wearing a wet suit. His manhood was on very prominent display in the body hugging neoprene, and I felt my dick respond immediately, much to my discomfort and regret.

“Can I do something for you?” he asked.

“I am your new piss slave and I am here for you to use me,” I shouted, and I stood there waiting for him to say something to me. Instead he turned into the room and called out

“Hey guys, lower the noise. I can’t hear this dude.” The place got quiet, and he looked at me again. “What was that you shouted? I’m assuming that since you shouted you wanted everyone to hear you, so shout it out again, that way everyone will hear you.”

Again I shouted “‘I am your new piss slave and I am here for you to use me.”

He stepped aside and motioned me in. I walked in to see immediately at least thirty hot guys, all wearing tight wetsuits. There was no way to keep my eyes off their crotches, as each guy’s maleness was on prominent display.