Paying Off The Tab
Cheapskate Ozzy has swindled the wrong bar out of their drinks. Watersports
The stout piebald horse found himself being dragged back into the club by two burly bouncers, faces obscured in the dim, flashing lights. Ozzy was no lightweight, but he had drunk enough to feel the floor wobble on his way out. Now being dragged backwards, his face staring at lights and shadows dancing across the ceiling, he was starting to feel a little sick.
"C-c'mooon guys, I didn't drink you all dry!"
The bodyguards were unphased by his whines, dragging his black and white furred face up to a barstool. Someone spun him around, and the scene of the smoky club was replaced with the barfront. Standing before him was a short meerkat - not the lithe fox bartender from before. This strapping man wore an unbuttoned tropical shirt with a snug fitting leather harness peeking out from beneath, the dark leather complementing light brown fur. He looked disgruntled.
"Hey stud! You forgot to pay your tab." He spoke enthusiastically, but with a domineering tone.
Ozzy hadn't thought this far ahead. Usually he just dipped from a bar to never return. Who would try and manhandle an equine like him over a couple of drinks? The meerkat in front of him waved one hand to regain his attention. 'Apparently this asshole.'
"Stud?" The meerkat repeated.
"I don't owe nothing." The meerkat cocked his head and leaned in, one finger pointed at the horse's belly.
"So, you think you can walk into my club in your faux leather vest and jeans, drink up my bartender's liquor, and then walk on out as if you belonged, right?"
Welp, the meerkat saw right through him. Ozzy wasn't really big on this whole 'leather' scene, but this was the last bar in town he hadn't screwed out of a few drinks yet.
"Our bartenders talk, y'know. You were here last week and did the same thing to my bear. One or two drinks, fine, whatever. But you think you can swindle us out of a dozen?"
Ozzy snorted. "I don't got the cash right now boss! If you want I can-"
"Let me guess. You can mosey on down the street to the ATM and take out the cash, and you'll definitely come right back here, right?"
"Yeah, that's it!"
"Uh uh, no. That ain't how we work. If you ain't got the green, You're gonna pay off your tab right here in this club, horsey."
Ozzy's eyes widened. In a bar like this, that probably meant being strapped to the pool table and fucked silly by every cigar chomping, muir cap donning leather daddy in the building. That was not how he wanted to spend his night...Though he could think of worse ways to spend it.
"Well, er, I..." The piebald stuttered.
"Boys, get him ready for a whole night of drinks."
Ozzy didn't know what that meant, but the two burly guards flanking him did - they grabbed him off the barstool and lead him across the floor. This club had a back room where, which is where he thought he'd be going, but to his surprise they led him into a dingy looking restroom. Drunk as he was, he started to piece together what was happening when he was led to the empty space in the wall between two urinals. He was pushed down onto his knees and felt something cold clanking around his neck. It was a metal collar, chained to his neck as he found out after trying to crawl away.
"Hey, what is this? I thought you were g-gonna fuck me, or something."
The meerkat strode in through the door just then, walking over with some weird looking leather gear in his arms.
"Hah! That's not a very fitting punishment though, is it?" He pulls the leather vest off of Ozzy, the equine's full beer belly on display. He had quite the flabby figure - Ozzy always joked he wouldn't be winning the Kentucky derby anytime soon. With rather fluid motion, the meerkat brought the horse's arms behind his back and fit something over them, straps appearing on his front. A zip could be heard, trapping the horse's arms and hands behind him in a sturdy leather armbinder.
"Wait...don't tell me..." The gears in the equine's head were finally turning through his drunken haze.
The meerkat had his bodyguards muscle off Ozzy's blue jeans, revealing a pair of white briefs. His cock was soft, but the giant meat still made a pretty visible bulge.
"Tighty whities. What are you, five?" The horse felt his cheeks burn. As harrowing as this whole situation was, it was being clad only in his briefs and work boots that sent a wave of embarrassment through him.
"Y'know, I was going to strip you naked but you actually look more pathetic like that."
"S-shut up! Lemme go!" That didn't stop the bodyguards from chaining his ankles together with metal cuffs, attached to the wall just like his neck. He tried to struggle, but his fists were strictly bound in the leather garment behind him. He was in the kneeling position again, his arms stretched strictly behind him.
"You'll be leaving when I say so, horsey. Now open up!" The meerkat procured a metal ring gag in his hands. Ozzy tried to twist his head away, but being chained to the wall only afforded him so much movement and the gag was shoved into his muzzle, forcing his mouth open wide. The meerkat patted the horse's soft, short belly fur, a mischievous smile on his face. Ozzy did not sound pleased, grunting and whinny-ing through his gag.
"So, twelve drinks short on your tab. How long do you think you should be in here, hmm?" The meerkat placed one small hand under his chin.
"Twelve hours is too short. Twelve days...maybe, but a thief like you deserves a bit more time as a urinal, if ya ask me." Ozzy's eyes widened in fear. Two weeks!? This guy was insane! He grunted and strained against the restraints, but they didn't budge. That armbinder was really snug, and there was no way he'd ever break the steel around his ankles and neck.
"Oh, hush up! Someone's gotta teach you this lesson, bud. I'll make sure you get everything you need in between gulpin' down all that piss, alright?" The meerkat chuckles.
"Really, a dozen drinks. It's impressive you got that far! But everybody's gotta pay the price, one way or another. Oh! Before I go..." He picks up a piece of fabric on the ground and starts to fit it over the horse's muzzle.
"Just for you!" It was a yellow blinker hood, one that would go on a race horse - a bit of a snug fit for the large piebald, but it made its way over his muzzle with little issue. Ozzy continued to whine as the meerkat placed something over the eye holes that acted as blinders, severely limiting his vision. The meerkat could tell he was getting anxious, so he leaned down, making sure his eyes were in the piebald's line of sight.
"Y'know the alternative is I call the cops and it goes on your record." He gives the piebald a tug on one of his nipples. He grunts in discomfort.
" I'm sure this isn't the only bar you've tried to grift, horsey. It wouldn't be hard to figure out who else you've stiffed. Really, I'm giving you the easiest option, here. Just be the clubs personal urinal for a little while and you can go free, OK?" The horse grunted, very much upset and angry with the situation. But the meerkat just chuckled.
"Alright, urinal. I'll check in on you later. Have fun!" The piebald was left kneeling on the cold tile, fuming and anxious about the night ahead - the night he'd brought upon himself.
It must've been hours since Ozzy had earned the title of communal urinal, and he wasn't taking it well. Some patrons would come in and just paint him like a canvas, staining his hood with the stench of piss, and matting down the fur on the rest of his body. A few though, those big dominant daddy types he secretly lusted for - they'd grab his head and piss right down his mouth. He hated that. It made him gag, the salty taste of warm piss not something his taste buds found appealing. He'd look into their eyes, trying to shake his head away to get them to stop. But that only made their grip much tighter.
His dick was another story. Ozzy didn't find the humiliation or the piss-drinking all that hot, but some of the clientele would rub his dick through his briefs, now several shades of yellow from the amount of piss that had dripped down from his pot belly. They'd left him semi-erect for a majority of the night, and his stiffy didn't seem to be going away, which concerned the horse. What also concerned him was the fact that his bladder felt like it was about to explode. He'd been holding it in, but gulping down so much in such a short time made him feel like he was about to burst!
Not that it would've changed his situation much, already drenched in piss. 'It's a matter of pride...'
Just then, the sounds of two footsteps approach him.
"Woah, he wasn't kidding. That dude's soaked!"
"Wow, that's actually kind of gross. You like that, you freak?" The disparaging voice stood off to the side. The one in front of him belonged to a younger possum in a bulldog harness, much like the meerkats.
The horse shook his head back and forth, droplets of piss falling off of the blinker. His bladder felt like it was going to blow, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold it. 'Just piss on me and go already!'
"I don't know bud, you kind of have a chub goin' on right now." With one black, leather boot the possum pressed against the horses dick, rough enough to bother his bladder.
"Mmmpphh!" Ozzy doubled over, trying to keep the piss from flowing out of him. With his eyes shut he wiggled in his binds, trying to shift himself out of the armbinder. The leather was very snug around them, and escape was impossible - that meerkat had laced up the garment so tightly that it hurt to struggle. The stranger in front of him knew exactly what he was doing as he pushed up against his bladder once more. This time it was impossible to avoid.
"MMMNNGGHHO!" Ozzy squinted his eyes shut as he felt his fat horsecock start leaking urine. He tried to stop it, but once it had started trickling the floodgates opened. He craned his neck back, not wanting to look at any part of the scenario before him. The opossum had moved his cock into an upward facing position, and as Ozzy gave in to the stream, it grew stronger, a small jet of urine bubbling out of the yellowed cotton. He slumps, sighing in relief but feeling extra hot in the cheeks.
"Hey look, he's pissin' himself!" The possum shouts with a raucous excitement, trying to get his friend to watch the spectacle. Ozzy groaned in embarrassment as he felt the all too familiar warmth spreading across his own soaking undergarments. It was a whole lot - he'd been holding in his drinks and some of the patrons as well, and it all came out - dribbling at first, but once he gave in the stream was more like a fire hose. It soaked his tight briefs and dripped onto the floor trying to exit through a small drain that was at his feet.
A wolverine came into view dressed just like the possum. "Yeah, wow, he sure is. Hey, remind me to never piss off Monty, hehe." Ozzy just whined - half in embarrassment and half at the horrendous pun.
"Well now that it's empty again, how about we start filling up that bladder for ya?" Unzipping a pair of leather shorts and pulling aside a jockstrap, the possum handled his cock loosely in his paws.
Ozzy groaned again. With one big leather boot the possum stepped on the soaked underwear again, this time rubbing his dick intentionally. The bastard was the first one to really try and get him hard.
"Yeah, ok, this isn't my thing. I'll be at the bar." It was the wolverine padding out of the room - one less dick to piss on him.
"Your loss!" He aims his cock right between the horses ears, and as a stream of yellow hit the fabric on his head, his ears splayed back. The possum wouldn't grab Ozzy's pried open muzzle, but he would aim for it as it moved around, treating him like a carnival game. All the while the underside of a boot rubbed his length through his tighty whities roughly. He could hear the fabric squelching as it pressed into his dick, and though the roughness barely felt like stimulation, he could feel his equine cock growing.
Ozzy was disgusted with himself when he realized that through all the struggling, through all his sopping piss-wet fur, his dick reacted to the bottom of the possums boot. He snorted and whinnied as the footwear pressed into him with little regard for comfort.
"You nasty little thief, this is what you deserve y'know. And look at that, getting hard in a puddle of your own piss? Pathetic." Ozzy couldn't find the energy to be angry anymore. The possum was giving him the most stimulation he'd gotten all night, and his fat horsecock was starting to pull the band of his underwear from his fur.
"Ooh, getting real excited, huh?" The horse hung his head in shame and moaned.
Well that's all ya get."
"Hmmph? Mmnnoooo!" Ozzy whined real loud at that, trying to inch forward toward the possum. But his metal restraints gave him no ground, and with his arms behind his back and useless, all he could do was wobble and whine.
"MMMGGPPPHH!! CMMMM BMMMCK!!"
"Mmm, maybe tomorrow, 'kay?"
He watched with frustration and desperation in his eyes as the possum backed up, gave him a wink, and walked out of the restroom. With his limited vision he watched his hard on leak one singular drop of pre, a symptom of his neediness. Ozzy's hips thrust and hump at the cold air to no avail. He was left alone again, waiting for the next patron and with any luck, the night to end.