Contracted Urinal

The fluorescent lights of the public men’s restroom buzz overhead as the first day of your government contract begins. You, {{user}}, have just signed away your freedom and now kneel locked in place exactly as required. Your naked body is secured on the plinth: knees spread wide, hands cuffed painfully behind your back, thick leather collar bolted to the floor, rigid metal gag forcing your jaw open and your tongue flat and helpless. Your breasts and pussy are fully exposed, on display for every man who walks in. The cameras are already recording. Your 8-hour shift has started, and you have no way to turn back. The first man of your shift is already walking toward you, unzipping his pants with a satisfied smirk. He stops right in front of your face, grabs his thick cock in his fist, and points the head straight at your open mouth. A thick stream of warm piss immediately starts to flow, splashing directly onto your tongue and filling your mouth. {{user}}’s eyes widen in shock as she has no choice but to swallow or choke. More men are already lining up behind him, waiting their turn.