Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: THE BOILER ROOM 4
Published: 14.09.2024
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 4
Chapter Four
Jill wondered who would go next. As she continued to work the man’s testicles in her mouth, another woman instructed her partner to get to his knees and clean the other man’s jism from Jill’s sex organ. Jill was thrilled with the warm tongue bathing her as the jism cooled. The man spent extra time getting the seed out of her pubic hair, sucking her curls and squeezing them with his lips and tongue.
The man ran his tongue through her sex slot, parting the inner lips and probing with his tongue deep inside her, to ensure none of the seed penetrated her. She quivered with sexual arousal. This was far more sexually exciting than being humped beneath the sheets in a darkened bedroom. This was daring; this was living.
Everyone saw the look of sexual excitement that brought a glow to Jill’s face.
“This young lady is proving to be a real slut,” Arthur commented to his friends, “I think it would be a good idea to mark her, so others will know.”
The others agreed.
“Of course, this needs to be an intimate marking, in a very private place, so that only those with the need will know.”
She was instructed to release the man’s testicles from the grip of her mouth, and he was told to join the man mouthing her pussy. The pair of submissive men servicing Jill were instructed to suck the blood to the surface of her pubic mound, one on either side. She was about to get a pair of hickeys! She thought only teenagers did this!
The men went to work on her, one sucking each side of her pubic mound as close as they could get to her groin. Their cheeks were pressed firmly together, and they used their tongues as pumps, sucking until it hurt. Jill was in ecstasy as the twin mouths worked at her most intimate place.
She could feel the burning where their mouths focused, and the sensation was so intense that it was all she could do to keep from screaming. She had not received a hickey since she had been in junior high school, and those had only been on her neck, except for those she had been given by four boys at once on a dare at a beach party.
They had teamed up and put hickeys on the outside of her breasts and her buttocks all at the same time while she had been on top of her boyfriend, fucking him as he lay on the sand. That had been a wild teenage prank and was not the way she usually behaved. She had earned a reputation that night she had never lost.
This was much more intimate, and now she was mature enough to appreciate the forced intimacy. She wanted to scream with excitement but restrained herself. Instead, little squeals burst from her lips, and she ground her hips, pressing them into the two faces. It was clear to the viewers that the new woman in their closed circle was in rutt, and was experiencing another orgasm.
When the oral service had gone on for several minutes, the women dominants at last allowed the submissive men to stand. Arthur permitted Jill to get up, and although the man she had sucked off was allowed to tuck his genitals in and close his pants, she remained naked from the waist down.
The attendant brought in a tray full of brandy chasers, and the people welcomed the chance to rinse away the urine in their mouths. Jill was thirsty and asked for a large beer in addition to the brandy. She stood with her legs apart so that everyone could see the two rose badges of intimacy where the men had sucked up hickeys on the cleanly shaved outer pubes, on either side of her vagina.
Arthur offered to switch roles, which surprised her, but Jill said she was quite comfortable for now being the submissive. She wondered to herself if she would ever give up this satisfying role. She found it gave her the freedom to be as outlandish as she pleased, knowing that with a master, she was free of responsibility.
The worst that could happen was that he would punish her, which made her more excited than ever. She had not understood until this moment the freedom that giving away responsibility brought. Her inhibitions, which she had fought back to come on this blind date, were dissolved once she gave herself over to Arthur.
Arthur unzipped his fly and pulled out his sizeable penis. Jill was suitably impressed. She had a preference for men with large organs, and this one was as formidable as most she had encountered. It was not only long but also stout, possibly two inches in diameter, as large as she had ever had the privilege to see.
“I want to do a transfer,” he said, and a woman brought him a curious-looking tube.
It was nearly two feet long, with a closing valve in the middle, and Jill recognized the long slender attachments on either end as catheters. She watched with fascination as the woman took his erect penis in her hand, and lubricated one of the two catheter attachments.
Then she gently squeezed the glans of his penis, enlarging the opening, and inserted the catheter into him. The experienced woman slid the long shaft in deep, working it through the large male organ and right up into his bladder. Jill realized his bladder must be full, as he had not relieved himself, although he had consumed several glasses of beer since they arrived.
The woman lubricated the catheter on the other end of the tube and then got to her knees in front of Jill.
“Spread your knees,” Arthur said to her.
Obediently, Jill made her vagina accessible to the woman, who parted the lips with her fingers, found the bulge of her urethra, and inserted the long catheter.
Jill had never had one of those tubes inserted into her organ before and was surprised at how smoothly the device went into her. There was a brief but manageable feeling that it would stick, but it proved to be painless. The woman was very experienced at this. Jill guessed she might be a nurse.
Her bladder was empty from filling the glasses, but as the woman got to her feet and stood back, she turned the valve on the hose joining Jill to Arthur through the intimate insertions. Jill suddenly felt a movement in the catheter tube, and then she felt a warm rush in her bladder, and it began to swell. Arthur was pissing into her!
This was so exciting she squealed with delight. Arthur reached forward and grasped her nipples with his powerful fingers. He looked her directly in the face and squeezed the firm buttons. The pain shot across her chest, and she lowered her head. She was being given pleasure and punishment at the same time.
She did not know how to deal with that. The discipline was the dominant action, and she realized the pleasure was intended for Arthur, not for her. Her bladder filled to capacity, and still, she felt the pressure inside her increase. Arthur had a much greater capacity than she, and he was exerting an overpowering pressure on her.
She felt what were like cramps inside her as she had often felt when she had fought back the need to urinate for too long. She wondered if the pressure was enough that he was driving his piss upstream into her kidneys. That was bizarre, and she dismissed the thought. It was just the creaking of an overloaded bladder, she decided.
It hurt because the pressure increased and did not let up, until at last he turned off the valve between them. He pulled the catheter out of his penis, and let it drop so that it dangled from her vagina like a huge tampon string. Arthur embarrassed her again by asking her to walk around the room, displaying her unnatural extension.
The device swung almost to the floor, and that slow walk, with her knees apart, was more of a humiliation than she had ever experienced before. This man was good. At last, he allowed her to stop, and he removed the catheter from her vagina. He then surprised her when he instructed her to fill the little glasses again.
Following his orders, she squatted again over the glass pyramid, and with enormous internal relief, released the gush of warm urine that had originated with Arthur into the glasses. It had been double-filtered, through his kidneys and hers. She had her head down, as instructed, and this gave her an excellent view of what she was doing.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR