Paul found a chance to sneak off to a bathroom. He’d spent the last 4 hours working as a nude waiter at this gay gentleman’s club he’d been recently hired by. The money was real good, definitely worth putting up with the flirts and constant groping. The only problem was the chastity cage he was required to wear while working since his employers did not want him getting hard and distracted while serving. He hated the cage, at first, it was humiliating, but he learned to live with it for the money, at least for now. But it did make using a urinal very difficult, and he was still trying to get the hang of it when his supervisor, the club owner Allen, walked into the bathroom.
“Paul, let me give you a tip. You should just go in the stall and sit down, it’ll be easier for you.” Allen said, resting his hand on Paul’s shoulder and looking over him down at the cage.
“Sit down? Like a girl? That’s a bit emasculating isn’t it?”
“Yeah. That’s half the point. Our customers don’t come here just because my servers are hot young jocks. It’s because they are also submissive bitch boys and who know their role.”
“I’m no submissive bitch dude” Paul answered “I only do this for the money.”
“You might not feel like a submissive bitch now. But give it a few weeks” Allen said tucking his cock away and zipping up his pants. “Anyway hurry up, either piss or go sit down and do it, I need you back on the floor.” And with this he walked out.
Paul looked around, and then down at the metal cage, and then over at the stall. Nobody was in here, if he made it quick nobody would know. He snuck over into the stall. He never would have guessed that day that he’d never stand to piss again.