Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: THE BOILER ROOM 5
Published: 15.09.2024
Story Codes: WS, Scat
Synopsis: Jill is a thrill-seeker, looking for anything naughty and unacceptable in normal society, and she’s found it in Arthur, a Potty Pro. He found her with a discrete ad that mentioned water sports, which could only mean using human elimination of body waste as play. Little did she suspect how far he intended to take her, in a defecation club called the Boiler Room, where people met to share their unusual kink.
The Boiler Room 5
Chapter Five
Arthur’s piss passed through her bladder and ejected through her cunt, which was much richer in color than was hers. Jill was releasing it in a torrent that cascaded over her stack of small glasses like a waterfall. She knew she would be punished if she were at all wasteful, so she deliberately slowed the stream as the glasses filled.
When she squeezed her inner sphincter sufficiently to turn off the flow completely, it felt as if somehow her bladder was still more than half full. Arthur looked pleased with her control when she obeyed his command for her to stop pissing and to stand up. Her full bare breasts bounced beautifully and enticingly up and down as she stood.
It was as clear to her as it was to everyone in attendance at this private gathering that she was enjoying these outlandish pee pee games. She watched to see if he wanted her to join the others in drinking her own second-hand fluid.
Arthur went further than that and shocked her with his next instruction.
“I require you to reprocess all of my nectar, Jill,” he said, “I want you to drink all twelve of those glasses dry, so that you fill your bladder with it again, this time the natural way.”
Her eyes opened wide.
“Let’s see how well your active kidneys will filter the rejected fluids of my body.
“Later tonight we can have you again produce the same golden shower. Don’t you agree it is best to recycle everything we can, putting it to the fullest possible use?”
The process he described raised recycling to new levels. This was more bizarre than anything she had ever imagined, and she had a great imagination.
Her repertoire of despicable, mischievous acts was being enlarged in ways she could never have imagined possible. She picked up the top glass and lifted it to her lips. She inhaled its aroma and recognized a sharper scent than her own pure urine. It also had a stronger color, which she had noticed earlier.
Jill was not sure that this was a punishment, as most of the others had sampled and enjoyed the taste of her piss. Perhaps drinking their combined piss was viewed as a strange kind of reward, or perhaps there was no hidden agenda other than to recycle his urine that had been filtered through her bladder twice.
This time it was their combined piss that would go through her kidneys. ‘My God,’ she thought, ‘I’m getting so damned clinical!’ She tipped the glass and took a sip of the warm body liquid. It had a distinct tang, sharper than her own, somehow more masculine, which she reasoned to be understandable.
The piss she had discharged twice left a salty taste on her lips, and a slight sting in her nostrils as she poured the glass into her mouth, and let it roll to the back of her throat. She had never tasted anyone else’s pee before, only her own. Jill had been sampling her own release off and on since she had been eight.
When she had been in grade six some junior high school boys had taken her into an abandoned house and had forced her to suck their penises. She had attempted to get them to pee while their dinks were in her mouth, but their shafts were too rigid, and they were unable to pee, but she did get to taste semen.
One of them had jacked off while she was sucking him, and she had persisted in seeing to taste his piss to the point had spurted his cum in her mouth. That was a surprise, as at her tender age she had not known about such things, but it was so long ago that all she could remember was that she didn’t much like it. At first, at least.
His cum tasted a lot like soap to her and having grown to enjoy the taste of her own pee, she by far preferred the acid taste of urine. The other boys had seen him jacking off into her mouth and thought that was a great idea, and they all took a turn gifting her with their sperm. Two of them thought it would be cute to squirt up her nostrils.
That was serious because with one nostril blocked with cum, the other loaded the other, and when she tried to inhale, she sucked semen into the back of her throat, and from there into her lungs. Girls’ lungs were not designed to inhale cum. Sperm swimming around where oxygen is supposed to go causes serious coughing, as Jill did.
She at last got over that, and had to swallow cum from three more boys before everyone had his turn, and by the time they had all given her a shot, she decided it didn’t taste that bad after all. For her it proved to be an acquired taste, one that she acquired that night, and she willingly took a second load from those boys able to ejaculate a second time.
It was then that she decided she would like to try drinking more fresh semen from the source, and from that time on, she gained a reputation at school as a terrific face fuck. She was the only girl in the elementary school whose breasts were well developed, and the boys in the senior high sought her out for a date from grade six right through grade nine.
Cum was great when shot into her mouth directly from the doner’s penis, but she had always expected she would find the stronger and brighter liquid more exciting, and she did. The glass held a single mouthful, which she swallowed, and picked up the next glass. She sipped at this one also, rather than throwing it back like a shooter.
It was important that she savor every drop of the body liquor Arthur had transferred to her. She was aware of the stares of everyone in the room, so she made a show of rolling the warm piss on her tongue and squishing it through her teeth before swallowing it. She knew she would be punished if she did not enjoy every bit of it.
What she enjoyed was not all about the flavor, but more about the outrageous behavior that was required of her, with the others all watching her. It was so cool that everybody here liked to see girl’s peeing and drinking their own pee. Like it wasn’t as if she were shitting, or worse, eating shit. The thought repulsed her.
It took her nearly ten minutes to empty all of the glasses into her mouth, play with it, then let it run down her throat into her stomach. She was glad that she was handed a beer, even though it too was warm, when she had finished her task. The beer washed away the alkaline aftertaste that she did not enjoy.
At home, she used a cold Coke as a mouthwash, and usually had two, as that served to re-fill her bladder so that she could produce another highly personal intimate drink before too long. The beer mug she was handed was as big as two cokes. It was warm, intentionally so, which was to help accelerate its trip to her bladder.
By re-filling her bladder, she was going to soon be able to produce more of her urine for the people again. They got off on watching her pissing. Some people were like that, and it served her purpose as a natural exhibitionist. This made her the center of attention, which to her was just fine. Let them watch.
Jill felt a stirring in her bowels, not the first she had felt since entering this Boiler Room club. She knew that with the movement her colon would soon become uncomfortable and cramp if she did not get to a toilet. Although the door to this room was marked ‘toilets’, she had no idea where the toilets were.
All clubs had to have toilets, it was State law. She was going to have to find one in the next few minutes, for already she was feeling quite uncomfortable. For the first time, she realized the Boiler Room was probably operating outside the laws under which all legal clubs were regulated.
She told Arthur of her need, telling her she had to do number two, and everyone heard her request. They all laughed. Only a coquet would put it that way. From her behavior, they all knew Jill was new to all of this, and that was just the way they liked it. She was a complete novice, and everything she was doing was for the first time.
“How many others need to relieve themselves?” he asked, ”Now don’t be naughty, don’t say you have unless you’ve felt a bowel movement in the last few minutes.”
Four others held up their hands. They had been holding onto their digested food for hours in anticipation of being at the naughty club that evening.
“Alright, everybody, it’s time for the competition. Do you all know the rules?”
Jill was not sure what he was talking about, but she saw the others nod. This was something they had done before. She wondered if it was to be a race to the toilet, but then she noticed the attendant had picked up his poop scoop again, and was tucking some clear plastic bags into his belt.
What concerned her more was that she noticed Arthur was now holding a stiff riding crop. She felt a shiver as she wondered if he would use it on her. Her bum was still glowing from the spanking he had administered, and she thought of how much more that crop would hurt, particularly now that her buttocks had been prepared.
“Take your positions!” Arthur instructed the participants.
Two men and a woman moved to the center of the room. The men pulled down their pants, and the woman slipped her panties down to her knees.
“Jane, we’re ready for the next step. Is your human toilet ready?” he asked one of the other women.
“He will be in a moment, Art,” the woman answered.
She instructed the man with her to undress. Jill noticed he was quietly sobbing, but he obeyed.
“Ralph has been a bad boy this week,” she said, ”He told me he refused twelve loans to small businesses that needed capital and foreclosed on ten mortgages, putting families out onto the street.”
“He needs to do penance.”
Jill watched in amazement as the man undressed completely, then lay on his back on the Kitty Litter. Then she remembered. ‘This is the fucking toilet here!’ His penis was full but not erect. It stretched down across his very large testicles. It was an impressive penis, only partially engorged, not nearly erect.
THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE