You hated that they had been raping you for the past week, degrading you at every chance, making you feel like less of a man. They had identified you as a closeted faggot who just needed to realize his proper place in life. You fought them off as best as you could, but there were too many of them. Over and over they have been fucking your “pussy” and teaching you how to properly suck a cock. They have been training you to become nothing more than a set of holes made to serve real men.

When the dragged you down to the pub and chained you on your knees at the end of the row of urinals, you thought it could not get worse. They lined up and pissed down your throat, making you drink it down and thank them once they had used you. You were not even a fag to them anymore, now you were just an object, no better than the porcelain vessels next to you. This is a low as I can get, you think to yourself. Then you realize how much lower you can sink, when a guy enters the toilet and chooses to drain his bladder in one of the other urinals. As you watch him give his urine to another, you feel jealous and start to question why your mouth was not good enough to receive his recycled beer. 

When the next guy enters the room, you do everything you can to make yourself the most desirable urinal in the row, in hopes that he will choose your mouth to piss into.