Written by: Bi_e_l
770 words
After the blind party at the warehouse, where I had lost myself in a sea of anonymous bodies and faceless cocks, the emptiness left me with a thirst that wasn't just physical. That night of strangers had freed me from my identity, but it had also made me yearn for something more personal, more chemical. The golden rains with Sergio at the mall had been an appetizer; now I wanted a banquet. In the Barcelona BDSM forums, I found a group: "Golden Masters", five guys who organized themed piss play sessions. "Experience varied flavors, consensual, strict limits. Group only for select submissives". We chatted: health tests, "red" word, group aftercare. The risk was the group – five masters, exposing myself to multiple, the taboo of being their collective urinal –. But the allure of the "flavors" caught me: each one would prepare their urine differently, like a degenerate menu. We agreed to meet in a private basement in the Raval, a space with showers and waterproof mats, dim lights, and a smell of chlorine.
I arrived alone, as they requested, with my ass and mouth ready for what was to come. The masters were there: Javier (the leader, 42, muscular), Toni (35, thin and sadistic), Marc (30, athletic post-gym), Luis (45, paunchy and paternal), and Pau (28, young and playful). They undressed me without words, knelt me in the center of a mat, hands tied behind with soft tape. "Today you'll be our taster, whore. Taste and swallow", Javier said, establishing the roleplay. The consensus was clear: nothing forced, hydrate between rounds.
They started with the hydrated ones: Pau, who had drunk liters of water and green tea. His stream was clear, almost tasteless at first, with a subtle herbal touch that refreshed my mouth. He gave it to me directly on the tongue, hot but light, like a summer rain. I swallowed easily, the flavor evoking purity, freshness – it made me feel clean in my filth, like a reset. "Good whore, drink it all". The group watched, hard cocks, the risk pulsing: what if I couldn't take it? But I continued, excited.
Then the concentrated ones: Luis, who had avoided liquids all day, eating salty food. His piss was dark, intense yellow, powerful stream, and bitter, with a metallic aftertaste that stuck to the palate like tar. He filled my mouth to overflowing, dripping down my chest. I swallowed with effort, coughing, the burning in my throat. That flavor evoked intensity, raw dominance – it made me feel used, truly humiliated, but the allure got my cock hard.
Post-workout: Marc, straight from the gym, sweaty and with protein powder. His urine was cloudy, salty with an acidic touch, like vinegar mixed with musk. He gave it to me on the chest first, soaking me, then in the mouth. The post-workout heat mixed with mine, evoking effort, virility – I felt connected to his worked body, as if I were drinking his athletic essence. I moaned, trembling, the fetish intensifying.
Toni was the sadist: conce...