Still savoring the taste of his piss in my mouth, I watched Master John walk out of the mensroom to complete the rest of his overnight shift. Like before, I sat on the floor leaning back against the mensroom wall between two of the urinals but this time I had two loads of rancid piss in my gut and was totally naked as my clothes, iPhone, wallet, etc. were all to be picked up and locked away by the night janitor, Martin. As I sat there I began to become anxious as to what I had just consented to do and realized what a FAGGOT I had become. I had consented to Master John to being the rest area mensroom faggot for the remainder of the night and to sexually submit to as many random strangers as walked through that door. To submit to any and to all.
It wasn’t long after Master John had left the mensroom door that it opened again. I nervously glanced over to see who it might be. Yet, I felt both my holes twitch with desire and anticipation as they still both desired to be used, abused, and filled. Through the door walked an average sixed middle aged Mexican man with a dark black goatee. The sleeves of his janitor’s uniform were rolled to his elbows revealing his hairy and tatted forearms. The name on the uniform was Martinez. Like Master John, he also briskly walked toward me with purpose. He saw his prey, a faggot to be used, and he was set to pounce upon it. He yelled out, “Hey, FAGGOT…are you ready to be pimped out tonight?” I replied back, Yes I am. I am ready to be pimped out. He said, good…cause Master John has his buds and I have mine. I have my own little side hustle and hope to make a few extra dollars tonight in beer money off of your faggot mouth and ass. Master John knows I do it and it is fine with him. It is our little arrangement for the use of this rest area play space. I replied, per Master John, I am the faggot to be used in here tonight. He went to the sink area and he fished my iPhone out of the trash bag that had my belongings in it and which was waiting for him to lock away. He brought my iPhone over to me and told me to unlock the lock screen which I obediently did.
With that task complete, I quickly found myself staring directly at Martin’s crotch as he stood right in front of me. He quickly unzipped his uniform pants and dropped his pants and underwear down to around his knees. Revealing that he had a beautiful big 8 inch brown uncut cock along with a nice set of hairy sweaty balls and a thick black bush above and around it all. The musky scent emanating from it all was intoxicating. I could tell that he was proud of his monster cock as to how he handled it and how he began to wave it in my face. Then he whacked me upside my face with it and commanded me to open up my faggot mouth which I gladly did. He pulled the foreskin back a bit revealing a nice big mushroom head with its piss slit leaking drops of piss. As I positioned myself better to wrap my mouth and lips around his cock, I looked up and noted that Martin was videoing me with my iPhone. He asked, Are you ready to drink my piss FAGGOT? I replied, Yes Sir, as I looked directly into the camera of my iPhone. At that point I was so intoxicated with his scent and on the thought of tasting and swallowing this man’s piss that I didn’t think much of that fact that I was being videoed while I did it. Martin let out a few short streams of his hot piss into my awaiting mouth. It was everything I though it would be and I craved more. Musky…manly taste. Strong but not too strong…or salty…or bitter. Martin then unleashed a fast steady stream of his piss into my willing and wanting mouth. I chugged, slurped, and gulped every delicious drop of it. As his flow began to slow I let out a loud belch from downing his piss so fast and again wrapped my lips tightly around his cock. Martin asked, Do you want more piss tonight, FAGGOT? And I, once again looking up at him and directly into the camera, with my mouth stuffed with his cock, I replied back as best I could with Yes, I want more piss tonight. It came out garbled as it is hard to talk with your mouth full of cock. Even more so with a monster cock like the one that Martin had hanging on him. He said, Yes what? And I replied, Yes, this faggot wants to drink more piss tonight. With that, Martin said, You heard that the FAGGOT…come on over and use him as your urinal or cocksucker tonight. And to remember to show you appreciation into the tip jar as you leave. It was then that I realized that he was live camming this to his buddies…on MY iPhone…and to who knows who else that I was being pimped out to service later that night. I again belched up some more of his piss, which reminded me as to why I was in this particular situation. I’m a faggot urinal. Plain and simple. I’m a faggot and my purpose is to be used and abused, degraded and humiliated, for the pleasure and humor of superior men, like Master John, Martin, and any other alpha cock that walks through that door tonight. My iPhone began to ping with multiple messages. Ping. Ping. Ping. And that is when three rowdy and drunken, 20-ish, if that, young guys staggered into the mensroom to catch this naked faggot kneeling between the urinals with the night janitor’s monster cock down his throat. Martin looked down at me and said it is going to be a busy night for you faggot as he pulled his cock out of mouth and pulled up his drawers as he exclaimed, Oh shit, I forgot to put up the This Side is Closed for Cleaning Sign on the restroom door. As he walked out and he nodded to the three young drunk guys, set the tip jar on the sink, and quickly exited the restroom. As the three young guys approached the urinals, I opened my mouth as wide as I could letting them all know what I was there for…and that I was there to be used for their pleasure if they so chose.