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Five Golden Showers

"And for the finishing touch..."

The squeak of a marker was heard scribbling across the wall behind you, but not seen. There wasn't enough slack given for you to turn your head that far around. The restraints on your body do a surprisingly good job at rendering you immobile, which was the whole point of your punishment.

"There we go. Wanna know what it says? Urinal Out of Order. Please Use Temporary Replacement." The larger fur smiled down at you. "Remember idiot: one hour in here. No talking. You do exactly what a good urinal would do."

That was your newest predicament, courtesy of your fraternity big brother: assigned to urinal duty at the local gym. One hour of relieving unknown patrons the only way a urinal can.

"And now to christen the newly installed toilet..."

Of course Hayden had to be the first. The wolf loved being the top dog in our frat, and he especially loved when it came at the price of other's dignities. You'd gotten used to his bullying antics by now, because as bad as they were, he was still a good friend. You supposed it was some sort of love-hate relationship with him--loved him when he was there to watch your back, hated him when he was bending your back.

Watching as Hayden's cock flopped out of his pants didn't even make you bat an eye. You still were drawn to look at it--it was a good cock to look at, eight inches long and girthy too. A real sledgehammer rocking between his thighs, with a fat pair of balls to complete the stunning package. When he aimed it at your exposed face, you did flinch just a bit, knowing that you'd soon be doused in hot canine piss... except he held back, surprisingly.

"Can't expect me to take a piss with nowhere to flush it down," Hayden sneered. He waved his dick up and down at you. "Open up for your drink, dumbass."

So that's what he was waiting for. Couldn't wait to have you guzzling down his urine. Not the first time--and probably not the last either--so you know how distinctly unpleasant the experience would be. Even so, you open your mouth willingly, because with the repulsive taste came a burning arousal for the torment he put you through.

"Here it comes. Been keeping the tank full just for this..."

You understand that last bit just as the first dribble hit the front of your shirt. The stream quickly rose in pressure, traveling up your chest, neck, and puddling inside your maw. The puddle grew at an alarming yet, Hayden apparently not joking about how badly he needed to go, and you worked fast to gulp down the liquid. As much as you drained it, it kept coming, and there was no avoiding the harsh taste flowing across the entirety of your tongue. It was an overwhelming taste that threatened to gag you. It was revolting in every way, but you keep yourself steady somehow.

You tell yourself to keep putting it down. Gulp after gulp, and still more came. It overflowed your mouth and soaked your fur into a matted mess. More and more swallowed, but you know you've already failed. More piss was out of your throat than in by now, so there was no reason to fight so hard to choke down even more. You needed to pace yourself for the hour to come, after all.

Thank goodness, his flow tapered off to an end, and you're spared any further soiling of your clothes. The damage was already done, though--your shirt feels soaked down to at least nipple height, and would probably be even worse as time passed.

The wolf above you seemed unapologetic for his mess making, even going so far as to have blamed you for it. "Damn you fucking suck as a urinal. Did you even try to get anything down?" He doesn't expect an answer to his question; most things he asked weren't only meant to be insults that you were supposed to take on the chin. "At least you have an added cleaning feature."

Hayden leaned forward to brace himself against the wall, allowing his dick to inch closer and closer to your face. As you are trying to get the acrid taste out of your mouth, his cock butted heads with yours--different heads, but the slang term still worked. Without waiting for another backhanded comment, you opened your jaws to accept his second gift.

In goes half his length in an instant. He slowed it down from there on, because there's nothing more satisfying to the wolf than putting others in their place, and he only does so at his own speed, and that speed was always agonizingly slow for his victims.

"Hffh~ you ain't half-bad as a cock sleeve, urinal."

Hayden didn't know when to shut up--exactly what you kinda liked about him. Maybe it was from being his bitch for the past two years, but you'd gotten so acclimated to his degrading humor that it became a turn on. How he casually slung you around, figuratively and literally, was something you couldn't get enough of.

The cock pumping your mouth was a nice bonus, too.

"I'll give you an extra treat for being a half-decent cocksucker, just don't drop any of it or it's another hour on your sentence."

His thrusts came quicker and harder, shoving himself to and past the back of your throat. You had to think he liked something about your maw with how much he fucked it. His fat cock sliding past your lips was a familiarity, as was the taste; the wolf always had a powerful musk that matched his personality. He hit the gym daily, and you could taste the work he put into his body every time you were put between his legs. Often you were the sweat rag he used after particularly long sessions at the gym--often enough to where that'd become a craving of yours, too.

You were so used to Hayden's shaft between your lips that you had a sixth sense for when he was close. Granted, with the amount of theatrical huffing and groaning he did, it wasn't hard to figure it out. When he really started to paint his pleasure thick with a few quiet growls, that always was a good time for you to take as much of him as you could down your throat, and to give his swelling knot a good licking to maximize his pleasure.

"Haahh... fuck!"

Shots of canine cream were blown straight down to your stomach--a nice topping for the wolf piss already stewing inside. He shoved mercilessly against your face, fucking you for every last drop he had to give. Your jaw hurt from the knot forcing you wide, and you began to worry that he'd forget to pull back before you needed to catch your breath. He'd done that once before, on accident of course; that was one of the rare times you saw his brazen attitude shift to something of a gentle giant.

He does pull back before you got too worried about the lack of oxygen, popping his cock out of your mouth with a wet slorping sound to top it all off. A quick pat on the head told you that the softie inside Hayden was appreciative of his boy toy, even if the cocky smile on his snout didn't say the same thing.

"Should put you on urinal duty more often, it suites a cock-slut like you perfectly." As he wiped his still-hard dick across your fuzzy cheeks, he checked out his phone. "You've got an hour on the clock starting now. Count yourself lucky I chose a dead hour at the gym, otherwise I think you'd pop like a balloon before I could make it back, heh." The wolf slid his pants over his cock, which was obviously still denting the denim cloth unashamedly. "Catch up with you soon, urinal. Don't get too messy while I'm gone, or I ain't letting you in my car when I pick you up."

With that, Hayden was out the bathroom stall and past the locker rooms beyond. You heard his steps fade into the background noise of other gymgoers getting their workouts in. Without Hayden here, you're now surrounded only by strangers, and any one of them could come in at any moment, catch sight of you tied up to the wall, and have their fun with you any way they liked. It was a surreal realization that kept your measly five-and-a-half inches rock hard.

And now you were playing the waiting game.

Questions spun in your head about your predicament; more like bets, really, like how long it'd be before your second visitor found you out, and just how unlucky--or lucky for a perverted fur like you--would you be during this hour of toilet training?

Steps sometimes echoed in the nearby locker rooms. The first guy in the bathroom only used it for the sink and quickly went back out. You had to assume at least fifteen minutes had passed before something finally happened: a cheetah got a real surprise when he opened the unlocked stall door, only to find you squatting on the floor at the wall.

"What the hell--you okay dude?" the man sputtered, and you nodded a confirmation that all was good. "Do I need to get someone or call..."

You shook your head, the only way you were allowed to communicate to the stranger, but it seemed to do the trick.

"You're okay with this?" You nodded. "Aaand you don't need any help?" You shake your head yes again. "...well, you don't mind that I... use the bathroom, do you?"

You give him your most convincing look of approval, which was pretty convincing, because you genuinely wanted to be used that way. You wanted this bewildered cheetah's piss to flow down your throat and fill you up. You wanted the overflowing mess to warm up the fur that'd gone cold from your prior session with Hayden.

"Oookay. If you insist dude," the cheetah said with a somewhat confused shrug. You don't care whether he understood, only that he'd go along with it, and sure enough he does so. With the cheetah's cock whipped out, easily larger than yours but not as big as Hayden's, he prepared to relieve himself in and on you.

You happily opened your mouth for the feline, who surprised you with a slap of his cock atop your tongue. The perfect angle for him to fill you up, and the perfect angle for you to take all of him in. His musk was something of a sweeter and softer variety compared to Hayden's, but nevertheless strong from the recently finished workout. A sheen of sweat was taken care of by your probing muscle, your tastebuds happily accepting the treat.

The cheetah patted your head before leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling--the guy code for releasing a piss that you've been holding in. Sure enough, the stream of fresh urine greeted your mouth and passed quickly to your gut. The cat's flow was easier to handle, not nearly as aggressive as the wolf's, and you were nearly able to ride it out to the halfway point without spilling a drop. That ended up being a mistake you only realized later into the hour.

Once you were no longer able to keep up, you decided to stop swallowing altogether. You instead let the excess travel down your body. The stranger's golden liquid matched and surpassed the stains already placed by Hayden. Your shirt is more wet than not by this point--and of course reeking of piss.

The cheetah's flow ended with you swallowing the last mouthful. He didn't need to shake his dick of the last few drops with you taking care of the mess with your tongue. You even went a bit further than needed for the fun of it, bottoming out your snout against his midriff to get a big whiff of the dude's smell. No surprise to you, he smelled heavenly.

"Damn dude, that felt good..." the cheetah spoke from above. "You good down there?"

You nodded with his dick still in your mouth, causing him to laugh.

"Oh shit--I've got a buddy that's gotta see this for himself!" The cheetah slipped out of your mouth but didn't bother pulling his pants up as he backed out of the stall. He looked back to me. "You don't mind another guy, right?" You opened your mouth wide to mimic your preparation for the next fur, and he smiled in response. "Hey Jesse. Jess!"

"Yeah?" came a voice not too far away.

"There's something you gotta see, get in here!"

"I don't need to see your naked ass!"

"No, it's not that--and I told you that was an accident!"

No further response came, but a new pair of stepping paws could be heard coming into the bathroom. Finally the newcomer, a brawny puma with a bushy chin, swung into view.

"Whoa."

"Right?" The cheetah motioned to you. "He gave me the go ahead, so I used him as a urinal--and I'm positive that he loved it!" He looked back at his puma friend. "Go on, give him a try bro."

"I don't even need to piss though."

"Come on bro. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You gotta have something in the tank!"

"Dude, it ain't happening."

"...Well then, what about..." The cheetah grabbed his dick, giving it a few tugs and making a thrusting motion with his hand.

"You want me to jerk off on the guy?"

"I don't see anything wrong with doing that. Isn't like the dude is gonna stop you."

You nodded in agreement.

"Alright. Fine, but I'm not jerking off when there's a free mouth to use."

Jesse the puma stepped into the stall with the other feline, and suddenly you're giddy with excitement. You weren't expecting to get much more action than a few golden showers, so this was a pleasant surprise for sure.

Jesse took his cock out with one hand, a big sausage of a dick that would rival Hayden's, and began lowering himself into your awaiting maw. Standing beside you and the puma, the cheetah watched with his own dick in hand, rubbing one out to the spectacle that took place before him--and what a spectacle the puma was.

From kneeling position, you saw the puma as the Greek god he was. Yeah, the cheetah's physique was nothing to sneeze at either, but he still had the typical cheetah lankiness that they were known for. The puma was just bigger in every way: bigger pecs, bigger arms, bigger core, bigger cock and balls... Jesse seemed to have everything in the XL department.

Even as you dove into the work of sucking him off, you can't help but admire the girth this guy's packing. Surely Jesse was just a hair bigger than Hayden--not that you'd ever admit that to the wolf--and he happened to be just as musky as Hayden, too. Your head spun from the puma's sweat and spunk-fueled odor. It was so raw and intense. The flavors that assaulted your tastebuds bore the same intensity, and you greedily lapped up every bit of it.

It didn't seem to take long before the puma was murring his pleasure and ramping up his pace. The wet slaps of his cock in and out of your mouth were matched by the quiet fapping of the smaller feline standing to your right.

"Shit... I don't think I'm gonna last--arghh~!"

The hunk's spunk splattered on your tongue. You enjoyed the salty delicacy, a reward for your dutiful efforts. You swished the load around as more filled up the back of your mouth. Others might've called you a greedy bitch for saying this--but you wished there could've been more; enough ejaculate to spill out past your lips, just like their piss always did, would've been nice...

While one feline was blessing your tongue with his load, the other was spraying his wildly over your face. "Hahhh--Mmnh!" the cheetah whined. He painted your fur with his sticky white fluid--a surprising amount of it, maybe even more than the puma had to offer? Ropes of jizz landed between your eyes, across your snout, and one even caught you square on the tip of your nose.

The puma had finished stuffing you, but it seemed he wasn't done yet. "Huh... looks like I might need to go after all..."

His warning gave you ample time to swallow the seed floating in your pooling saliva before the torrent of piss required your attention. You passionately drank him up, wanting everything the muscled feline offered you from the tip of his engorged cock. You closed your eyes to concentrate on the only job a urinal has: to dispose of a bladder's contents.

The puma hadn't gone on for very long before coming to a trickle; obviously he wanted to relieve himself for the fun of it more than for the need. He backed out of your mouth after a final lazy thrust of his hips, leaving you feeling full and huffing to catch your breath.

"Damn that was fuckin' hot," the cheetah muttered, still teasing his spent dick.

"Fuck yeah it was," the puma agreed with his gym bro. "Need one of you guys permanently installed in here."

The cheetah spotted your twitching cock. "Hah, look at him squirm; he'd love if that happened. What a fuckin' toilet slut."

The two cats didn't tease him too much longer before making their exit of the bathroom, leaving you alone to your piss-soaked emotions--and piss-soaked emotions were simple ones, like the feeling of fullness inside your tummy, and the feeling of the air conditioning chilling your drenched fur. Thoughts running through your head were equally as simple; a perpetual imagery of another dude stepping through that stall door and putting you to use.

Some part of you was concerned at the limits of how much you could handle. Unlike a real urinal, your capacity was limited by the size of your stomach, which felt overindulged by the three separate fill ups so far, with no idea how many more to come. It might've been nearly the end of the hour, or it might've been not even half. You had no way to tell, just as you had no control over who was next through that door.

So you were definitely surprised when a whistling fox with a familiar face stepped into your stall.

"WHOA!" the fox cried out, jumping off his paws. "Jeez!... What the hell are you doing in here?"

Ollie should know well enough what the answer was. He saw you around Hayden often enough to know what type of company you kept, and even though Ollie didn't approve of some things, he was aware enough to know you were happy.

"Let me guess. Hayden got you under his thumb again?"

You nodded--even though it was more so the wolf's cock than his thumb--and opened your mouth wide, tongue lolling out one side.

The fox curiously tilted his head. "What're you...OH!" Ollie gasped. Two tan furred hands partially cover his snout. "Dude... I'm not gonna... I can't use my childhood friend as a urinal!"

You shrugged as best you could in your restraints, trying to convey that you weren't going to mind if he did so. He'd stuck with you through thick and thin through the years. A little piss drinking wouldn't sour the friendship, right?

"I-If you are okay with it... Argh. I dunno..." Ollie rubbed at the insides of his ears, like he always did when he was nervous. "...It's really okay with you?" When he got your seal of approval with a nod, he stepped in and closed the door behind him. "Don't mention this afterwards--or to Hayden."

The fox zipped down his fly, and deftly fished his dick out from his underwear. He was not packing like the others had been, but still beat you out in the length and girth departments pretty easily. You weren't able to feign ignorance of the semi-chub he already sported; seemed like he was into the idea more than he cared to admit.

"Okay... here goes nothing," Ollie whispered, you think more to amp himself up than to warn you of his oncoming stream. Unlike the past two, Ollie kept his dick hovering just outside your mouth, which meant a bit of mess making when he started going. The fox quickly corrected his aim, and you got to work guzzling down your best bud's urine.

The first thing you were going to tell your friend when you next met up was to drink more water. Compared to the other gym junkies that guzzled down water by the jugful, Ollie was doing a horrible job of hydrating himself, and his piss was a clear indication of that. It was the strongest in color and taste, enough so that your eyes quickly begin to water. If he'd been the first up, you might've been unable to drink him down without gagging. Luckily you'd built up enough tolerance to keep your body in check.

Another issue was quickly cropping up; you began to get worried at how overly full your stomach was. If life were a cartoon, you would've been showing a swelling stomach that would rival the third trimester of pregnancy. It was bad enough to start hurting, and each swallow was both a struggle and a mistake, only making you feel even more bloated. With Ollie's taste and your limits reached, you are forced to close your muzzle, allowing the remainder of his bladder to shower your head and shoulders.

"Shit--sorry..." Ollie said, accidentally spraying too close to your eyes so that you had to close them. He decided to aim at an easier target, lowering his dick to aim at your own. Perhaps there was some untold kink that he was fulfilling there, but you had no room to judge, and you were ashamed to admit how good it felt. "Almost done..."

Ollie's stream faded into a dribble, then a few last drops, but the damage was already done. You were swollen and stinking of fox urine. You were truly a well-used urinal. Much more and you'd blend in a little too well to the rest of the porcelain thrones in the bathroom.

"Dang--I didn't know my piss stunk like that..." Ollie pinched the tip of his nose but didn't seem quite so worried about your fate anymore. Perhaps his sins washed away in the very same golden shower you were drenched by. "You do look good like this, not gonna lie. Mind if I..." He whipped out his phone and snapped a few pics while you struggled to swallow your objections. You remembered the rules of the punishment. "Damn, these are hot--I won't post them anyone, don't worry. I just wanna keep them for myself."

The fox was obviously enjoying whatever was on your screen; his free hand idly stroked his hardened cock, too embarrassed to look at me when he did so.

"I uhm... I gotta go take care of something," Ollie announced sheepishly. "I'll catch you later, when you're--cleaned up, I guess."

Before you could even nod a goodbye to one of your best buds that'd just used you as his personal outhouse, he was out the stall door and gone, off to get his rocks off to a pic of your messy self.

You weren't that bothered by his quick exit. Bigger problems were on your mind--like how huge your gut felt, and not just your gut; your bladder was ready to burst, worse you figured than anyone you've helped relieve so far. And with finally no one around, you would be able to relieve yourself...

"...See ya around Ollie!" The voice was suddenly close. It caused you to clench up just as you were ready to release the flood gates, and you weren't able to attempt releasing them again before the footsteps were at your stall. "Huh?... Well, well... look at what I just lucked on."

Oh no. This was not good.

You were already bursting so the last thing you needed was a brown bear to step into the stall!

"If I were a bettin' bear, I'd reckon Ollie was actin' all weird cause of you," the bear said to you. "Plus, you're lookin' a mess that's too recent to be anyone else..." The bear shut the door behind him--a struggle with his wide stature. The big guy then turned to you, took a good look at your sorry state, then read the marking on the wall above. "Urinal Out of Order. Please Use Temporary Replacement... you got yourself in some trouble, huh?"

You nodded, since there was no rule against a nonverbal answer, and the brown bear smiled at you, showing his rows of teeth. "You up for handling me next?"

No, you really weren't. There was no room left in you. You struggled to down half the fox's piss, and the bear was no doubt going to be twice the struggle--if not more! But the last rule was the most important one, an unspoken rule:

Do exactly what a good urinal would do.

Good urinals don't close up shop after a few too many visitors. They keep getting filled up, they keep getting used and flush and used again, until they're a yellow-stained mess that's been neglected to be cleaned in God knows how long. You were that reeking, stained urinal, on your last legs but still trucking along. You had to keep going, do exactly what a good urinal would do, and let this bear use you as you were meant to be used.

"You ready?"

You were blacked out for long enough to miss the moment he whipped his dick out, so suddenly you were staring down the pipe of the hung thing. It was massive. It dwarfed the others easily, even the wolf and puma were inches short of this man's length, and his girth was in a league of its own.

You wanted to do anything but open your mouth. You were afraid of having that battering ram anywhere close to the back of your throat. You wished to be done with the hour, to be done before this bear even started.

You opened your mouth as wide as possible for the bear to begin.

"That's better, toilet. Ahhh..." No more teasing or last words from the bear, just a long-winded sigh, and a jetting stream of urine between your jaws.

You already cannot will yourself to swallow, so you force yourself to instead. Like having Hayden's hand on the back of your neck, lining up the stream to slide down to your overfull stomach. You hated the imaginary wolf for that--hated yourself for what you had to do to keep going on.

Even so, you failed to keep up. Piss filled up your mouth in moments, and waterfalls ran down each cheek afterwards. Your throat closes up after a measly ten or so seconds, and for the remainder of the bear's emptying of his bladder, you can no longer hold back from emptying yours.

The bear grunted, surprised enough by the warm feeling of urine puddling around his toes to misdirect his aim a bit, catching you fully in the chin. The splatter zone jumps up and over your jaw, spraying enough around your eyes to force them closed, so that when the bear gets his stream back on track, you weren't noticing his left footpaw inching towards your junk.

You made the most audible noise you had during the whole hour--a startled yelp that was muted by the mouthful of bear piss--as your dick was lifted up by the paw, yellow liquid coating the bear's fur up the calf. After pointing your head high enough, the stream inverted, and instead began to leak all over your stomach. The bear kept you right there with his paw pressed against your bladder, causing you to evacuate at an even faster pace, soiling your own fur with your waste.

"Just 'bout got it," muttered the bear. His cock jerked a few more full-power sprays at your upper chest, then simmers town to a slow trickle to mix with the puddle you both have made on the floor. Your bladder finally empties out just as he works to flick his cock dry. The low point drain in the stall is audibly working in the background to slurp up the mess as it flowed down your body. "That hit the spot--thanks for the help. Not that ya did much."

You couldn't argue with him, even if you could talk, so you sit in silence while the bear goes on his way--not after using the little bit of dry fur you had left as a doormat for his wet pads.

You're so exhausted from the last one to the point where you're downright terrified of the imminent footsteps to come, and the creaking of the stall door, the looming of another visitor, the sight of a dick aiming at your face... Here they come now.

Step. Step. Step. Step.

They're in the bathroom, and they're beelining straight to your stall!

Step. Step. Step. Step...

...

Creeeak.

"Jeez, you look like shit!"

Hayden laughed at himself, shaking his head. "No, you look like piss, actually--and you smell like it, too! Gosh it stinks like something awful in here!" He doesn't take in your rather obvious sigh of relief, too distracted with other messy sights around the small space. "They did a number on you... how many?"

"Five... including you," you answered, your throat hoarse.

"Damn--not bad! I gotta say, I'm impressed you held through it all. I guess this punishment is over and done. You passed with flying colors, all shades of golden yellow hehehe!"

Having had enough of his teasing, you looked up at him and groan out, "Yes, ha ha. Very funny--now can you please get me out of this stall?!"