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## Chapter 6 - Piss Wing

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The Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR)

This is the log of Agent Carl Gregory, recorded while visiting the
undisclosed Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR).  I was sent to
IFSIR to investigate it, not to screen for illegal activities as many would
assume, but to determine if IFSIR should continue to get the same amount of
government funding.  The institute is top secret, and most Americans would
be horrified to know that their tax dollars are going to research involving
wild, different sexual activities between fathers and their biological
sons.  But I was happy to be selected to do an in depth study.

IFSIR is located a very large underground facility that was designed for
this purpose.  It is heavily funded already, and my job is to assess
whether or not it is properly using its money.  I was given a private tour
of the most promising studies in the facility's 5 wings, each focusing on a
different branch of study: oral studies, anal studies, semen studies, piss
studies and the very mysterious "Miscellaneous Acts" wing.  For each
experiment I will document the name of the particular study, the duration
of the study, the "name" used to refer to the subjects, and I will also
record whether or not the subjects were "Volunteers", "Recruits", or
"Other".  All those who do not fit into the first two categories will have
an explanation.

I was happy to hear the chance for a bathroom break.  I was still in just
my briefs, and my cock was embarrassingly so hard that the waistband of my
briefs stuck out over my waist.  I mean...I'm not small dicked at all, so
it's not that unusual.  But still every time I looked down I could see,
underneath my abs, my rock hard cock sticking out of my dark brown pubes.

I thought that I might get a chance to masturbate in the bathroom, even
though I was afraid if I tried to jack it I'd only be able to think of my
own sons.  This institute has that kind of effect on a person.

We turned the corner and my guide pointed toward the bathroom door.  It
didn't have MEN written on it, because it was all men and boys down here I
suppose.  My guide followed me in, so I figured I'd just go into a stall
and wank one out.  It wouldn't take that long after all, I was so HORNY!

When I got all the way into the bathroom, however, I knew that I wouldn't
be getting the alone time I needed.  In the center of the room was a long,
white, trough style urinal.  They're common in Europe and in gay bars.  The
trough ran the entire length of the long bathroom, and it wrapped around so
that people who were pissing into the trough on one side were looking at
people peeing in the trough of the other side.

As I walked into the room, I saw, over the edge of the urinal, boys' legs
hanging down.  I moved in slowly, and saw that in the trough urinal, side
by side, boys of all ages sat over the drains.  Those that weren't
being...used...were chatting with each other.  Each boy had a nameplate
over their head that read their last name.  It reminded me of something
someone would have on their office desk.  I realized it was so that the
dads could quickly identify their piss covered son.

In front of some of the boys, dads of all shapes and sizes stood, pissing
on...or into their son.  They too chatted with the other men around them,
unless they were dirty talking their kid.  I turned to my guide in shock.

"What's going on in here?" I demanded.

"These are just some of the boys from the next wing we're going to, the
piss wing.  When they're not in a study they come here, have a seat in the
urinal and let their dads, or other dads if they have permission, piss
wherever their kid wants.  It's just a way to kill time between
experiments...that's all.  Don't be alarmed, you said you had to urinate."

"But I--" I started to protest.

"I have to go myself.  Excuse me."  My guide sauntered directly to a
teenage boy, maybe of about 16 or 17, who was sitting on the far end of the
urinal.  He was lanky and thin, probably about 6 feet when he stood up, but
he still had that awkward gangliness that so many teens have.

"On the chest again today, son?"  My guide asked as he pulled his fat, soft
cock out of his pants.

"Yes, please!" The boy said happily, his voice cracking.  Then my guide
aimed his dick and starting splashing piss on the boys chest.  I felt my
own bladder pressing, but, could I do this?  There was nowhere in the
urinal that wasn't covered by a boy, so what could I do?  I certainly
couldn't hold it.  I decided to take a look around and assess the
situation.

I passed by one man who was leaning on the barrier between the two sides of
the trough, chatting to the dad across from him.  He wasn't holding his
cock, instead his boy, who was about 13, was holding the daddy dick and
steering it over his blonde hair like it was a showerhead.  The yellow
stream soaked his hair and went streaming down his pretty face, and the two
dads seemed to pay no attention.



That was NOT the case with the boy 2 down from them.  This kid and his dad
both had thick curly black hair and long noses.  They looked to be Israeli,
but I couldn't be sure.  The boy was about 11, smooth as could be, laying
back and holding his dad's big fleshy gun with both hands.

The dad was looking down at his son and shouting at the top of his lungs
"YEAH son!  Point daddy's dick at your little face and take that piss!  You
love your daddy's piss, don't you?  You want it on your face, don't you
little guy?  When daddy's done pissing you can say thank you, don't forget,
my piss bitch son!"  The son could say nothing in reply as his face was
being splashed with a thick arch of piss.

A few pairs down from them was a big, beefy daddy in a jock.  He had a buzz
cut and looked like a coach or military man.  His enormous cock was still
stuffed into the pouch of the jock strap, stretching it to the limit.  His
son, about 15 or 16 years old and cute as a button, muscular like his dad
but much smoother, leaned forward from his place in the trough.  Dad
grabbed his boy's head and shoved it into his crotch.  "DRINK MY PISS!" Was
all he said, and then he started pissing.  The boy sucked and sucked at the
pouch of the jock as it became saturated with piss.

I started to move to the other side, but when I turned a corner I heard a
shy voice call out, "Are you the agent?"

I turned to see a pair of young, green eyes staring up intently at me from
the urinal.  An angelic boy, Irish looking, pale and with sandy blonde hair
was staring at me.  He looked to be about 10 or so, and even though he was
sitting naked in a urinal with man piss flowing under him in an underground
father/son sex facility, he looked as innocent as can be.

"My daddy is feeling sick today and they said I could ask the agent to piss
on me if I wanted.  Are you the agent?  I've never seen you before?"

"I...I...I am."  I found myself saying.

The boy's face put on a smile.  "Will you piss on me, Agent?" He said in
his little voice.

Suddenly I heard a riiiiiiiiiip.  I looked down and my cock had actually
torn through my briefs.  In a second they fell down to my feet in tatters,
and my big cock was free.  Now I was completely naked, because a little boy
asking me to piss on him made me so hard my briefs ripped!  What would my
superiors say?

I couldn't believe it, but I stepped forward towards the boy.  It was as if
I was having an out of body experience.  My hand reached forward and
tussled his hair, I looked down into his green eyes and said, "Where do you
want my piss, boy?"

The little guy didn't answer, he just tilted his head back and open his
mouth.  My cock was so hard that it was in perfect position, and I can't
help but admit...I just...let it go.

My first stream hit his lips, but then I took a half step backward and my
arch reached right into his open mouth.  His green eyes slowly closed in
ecstasy as my heavy piss poured into his throat.  Though his mouth was a
wide-open O as he accepted my piss, it widened just a little, giving a hint
of a smile.

Still feeling as though I was watching myself do this rather than actually
doing it, I observed how the boys throat moved to swallow my piss in long
gulps. He was a pro at drinking piss, and he was so young!  To think that
his father was the one usually doing this, well, let's just say if I
squeezed any harder on my cock I would have shot more than just piss into
that boy's belly.  But I couldn't cum; I had to be professional!

As my stream slowed, I stepped forward in order to keep filling the hungry
boy's mouth.  Finally the last few drops dripped out of my cock, and I
started to pull away, but my green-eyed piss lover grabbed my hard cock and
gave it a few shakes, just to make sure the last drops of my golden piss
went down my throat.  I almost came.

"Thank you, Agent," he said cheerfully.  "That was delicious!  Come back
any time!"

Experiment 9115: Athletics and Water Sports in Heterosexuals

Subjects: 6 Dads, ages 39 -48; 6 Sons, ages 13 - 19

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 1 Month

Still shaken, I exited the bathroom naked and rock hard to find my guide
waiting.  He glanced me up and down, gave a smile at the size of my cock
(as most men do) and then led me onward without a word.  I gathered my
thoughts, determined to continue my job assessing the experiments at the
institute.  But how could I do my job rock hard and naked after pissing in
a little boy's mouth?

In the next observation room, we were looking into a large basketball
court.  I couldn't believe it, the place had a full sized basketball court!
I gazed out onto the court at the lovely sight.  12 men were playing a game
of basketball.  They were of all ages, and it was difficult to tell who was
playing against whom because they all had their shirts off.

The teams were comprised of both older men and younger sons, but my guide
told me that no dad or son was on the same team.  They were all extremely
athletic, and it was hard to keep my eye on just one boy or dad as they
were all moving so fast.  After about 10 minutes of watching, I began to
pair up a few of the men, judging by their reactions to each other.

The stars of the team were a father and son pair.  They looked like classic
ballers, tall, muscular, black, aggressive.  The dad was the oldest in the
room, 48.  He had gray, short hair but was still buff as all hell.  His
dark skin was glistening with sweat, and I watched beads of his
perspiration drip down his pecs and solid abs into the waistband of his gym
shorts.  His son was a cocky little motherfucker, also the oldest son in
the room.  At 21 he was a pro, fast as lightening and strong as all hell.
He was a master jumper, and each time he lunged for the basket I got a nice
view of his basket rolling around in his shorts.  He was sweaty as hell
too, his black skin shiny and bright.  He was an aggressive boy, and even
though he was the best in the room, he would get real pissed off if someone
on his team screwed up.  Then he would throw the ball against the wall and
scream at the offender.

Another hot pair was a dad of about 41 and a son of about 14.  They were
both white, but nice and tan.  They looked like Californians, both had
bandanas tied into their hair and short blonde cuts.  Dad was pretty
smooth, with just a patch of hair on his heaving chest.  His arms were
THICK and bulging as he carried the ball.  His son was more of a runner,
his taut legs able to carry his smooth body even faster than the older boy.
His shorts were just slightly too big, and as he ran I could see the most
beautiful creamy tan line around his waist.  All the way around.

Of course I noticed the youngest couple in the room.  The 13-year-old boy
was one of those kids who you see around, and you know he's sexual, and you
know you want him, but you know you'd go to jail.  But this kid reeked
sexuality.  His white smile, his taut, thin body, his speed and agility as
he ran.  He had shaggy brown hair and loved to toss it out of his bright
blue eyes as he ran.  He was red in the face from trying to keep up with
the older boys.  His dad was really young looking, with dark eyes and curly
black hair.  He had a 5'oclock shadow, the kind that was slightly patchy
because he was still younger.  Like his son, he was red in the face from
the running, but he seemed to glide easily across the court.  It was
obvious he had been playing for years.

At the end of the game, a buzzer rang out.  The men on the winning team
high-fived, and slapped each other on their sweaty backs and asses.  The
losing team was mostly good-spirited, though the older black son was rather
upset that his team had screwed it up at the end.  As they wound down, they
slowly made their way across the room, until they were...well...they were
facing directly into the mirror, in a line.  It looked as though they were
looking right at us.

"Don't worry," my guide assured me, "the glass is one way.  They have no
idea were here."

"But what are they doing?" I asked.

My guide beckoned me forward to the mirror.  I looked through, and he
pointed down.  I saw now that the men and boys, standing in a line, each
had their cocks out.  Each one of them was pissing into a urinal.  They
acted like typical men at a urinal, chatting occasionally but careful not
to look down at each other's cocks.  At least not when someone was looking.
After all, they were all straight men.  After they finished pissing they
went to relax on the bleachers, and I watched as one of the technicians in
the room with me reached forward and opened up trap doors in the wall
underneath the mirror.  12 of them.  Inside each, my guide explained, was a
bottle into which the piss from the urinal had drained.  The technician put
a differently colored sticker on each bottle, then wheeled them out of the
room on a cart.  Soon he appeared on the other side of the mirror, in the
room with the straight basket ball players, pushing his tray full of their
fresh, hot piss.

"The men in this study," my guide said, "believe that they're testing out a
new sports drink to make them perform better.  Each one is given the
uh...drink originating from their uh...counterpart."

"You mean the sons are drinking their dads' piss, and the dads are drinking
their sons' piss?"  I asked incredulously.  My guide just gave me a
sinister smile and nodded.

When the cart came in, the youngest boy with the rosy cheeks nearly took
off in a sprint.  He almost toppled the cart, but quickly grabbed the
bottle with his dad's piss in it.  The bottles were like Gatorade squirt
bottles, so that they couldn't see the color of the contents.  He pulled up
the lid, tilted back his head, and squirted a long, yellow stream into his
young mouth.  After he was done, he picked up his dad's bottle and tossed
it too him.  The young dad popped the lit, and sucked on the tip.  My cock
bounced watching his Adam's apple move, knowing that it was pushing down
his boy's piss into his stomach.

By this time the two Californian-looking men had taken their bottles and
sat down on the bleacher.  They were talking nonchalantly about the game,
their good plays and bad plays.  As they did so, they took swigs of their
own bottles.  Surprisingly, at one point the son turned to his dad "Try
mine.  What do you think?"  They switched bottles, and unbeknownst to them,
each drank a big gulp of their own piss.  The dad swished his "sports
drink" around in his mouth, then swallowed and said, "It's good son, but
not as good as the one I usually have." The son nodded in agreement, and
each switched back to their original drink.

The two black men were back on the court.  They were playing each other one
on one. The son, still steaming from his loss, was playing as hard as he
could to show he wasn't a total loser.  But as they played, they were
getting steamed up, and would occasionally jog over to the sideline, pick
up their sports bottle, and squirt its contents all over their faces.  As
their game progressed, the son started to lose, and he started to get very
pissed off.  His dad, in his wisdom, decided to cool the kid off.  He
picked up his son's water bottle, and started squirting his piss all over
his kid.  The kid quickly started laughing, and picked up his own squirt
bottle and fired back.

Soon the other men joined in, and the scientists in the room with me
watched with grins on their faces as the heterosexual men started an all
out piss war.  They jumped and ran, all the while shooting each other with
what they did not know was their piss.  Men caught streams in their mouths,
in their hair, some even in their eyes.  But that didn't stop the charged
men from seeking revenge by dumping piss down their son's bodies.  I felt a
drop of precum drip out of my dick just as my guide tapped me on the
shoulder to head out of the room and into the next study.

Experiment 96866: Piss Recognition

Subjects: Dean, (Dad, 47), Luke (Son, 11) and Marcus (Dad, 38) and Aaron
(Son, 13), various other dads and sons

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 1 Month

The lights came on in the next room, and once again I was shocked.  Looking
through the glass I saw, against the far wall, 2 single urinals.  Only the
urinals didn't have pipes attached to their bases.  Instead, there was a
long, clear plastic tube that led down to a black oval that had a strap
around it.  Those ovals were masks, and they were over the mouths of a man
at one urinal, and a boy at the other.

The tube was stuck through the hole in the black leather oval, so that it
was in their mouths.  The man, Dean, was very tall and thin, with nice tan
skin and a light coat of brown hair down his toned chest and stomach.  His
fat, uncut cock was semi hard and draped along one of his long thighs.

Next to him, also with a mask on his face and a tube in his mouth, sat the
13-year-old Aaron.  It looked so perverse (and hot) to see such a young,
delicate boy strapped to a urinal.  He was thin as well, but not as tall as
the dad next to him.  My guide informed me that they were not each other's
father and son; they were unrelated.  This made sense as Aaron was an Irish
looking boy, with light, wispy hair on the top of his head, and a
completely hairless body.

Both of them were blindfolded, with their hands tied behind their backs,
and cock rings around their dick and balls.

I began to wonder where this was going, when a buzzer went off in the room.
A door opened an in streamed 20 men: 10 boys, 10 dads.  The men were all
carrying cans of beers, the boys (with the exception of a few of the older
ones) all had soda cans.  The boys lined up at Dean's urinal, and the dad's
line dup at Aaron's.  All of the cocks in the room were at various stages
of erection, from limp low hangers to straight up in the air flagpoles.

Without hesitation, the first man in line started to piss into Aaron's
urinal.  He was a big, fat, beefy man, but still sexy in that way.  He had
a strong jaw line and day-old stubble, a big, extraordinarily fat cock that
was rock hard in his hand, and lots of gray hair down his chest and
stomach.  He squeezed his dick and out poured the yellow stream of piss,
down the porcelain, down the plastic tube, and into tender little Aaron's
throat.  My cock jumped and leaked as I watched the boy's throat obediently
start to swallow.

Next to him, the first boy in line, a stud of about 20, was pissing down
Dean's manly gullet.  The boy was ripped, he looked like a wrestler of some
sort.  He had a long, limp, uncut cock and his yellow piss was a more
gentle, but longer stream than the bear pissing next to him.  Dean's Adam's
apple rose and dropped in his throat as he sucked the piss down into his
stomach.

When these two were finished pissing, they moved off to the side, and the
men behind them in line would almost immediately let their stream down.
Aaron took men of all ages, a grandpa with white hair and a surprisingly
toned body, a young African-American man with a thick stream of piss and a
scarily long cock, a bald body-building type man statue.  For each of them
he happily gulped down piss.  Though I do have to admit, one solid, square,
football player-ish man had so much piss that little Aaron coughed and
sputtered, allowing the piss to flow down his cheeks, neck and smooth
stomach.  His navel sat filled with piss as he waited for the next in line.

Likewise, Dean was taking load after load of piss from various young men
and boys.  A teenager in sneakers and a backwards hat with firm, defined
abs pumped a long stream of yellow piss into him.  A precocious 8 year old,
tall but thin for his age, shook his cock wildly as he spurted his boy piss
into the older man.  A 15-year-old Hispanic boy whose long cock was a shock
to everyone as it grew hard in his hand while he pissed.  All that boy piss
rained down into the urinal and cascaded down the tube into the man's
mouth, as if he were the plumbing.

Finally after it was all over, all of the pissers, both dads and sons,
moved back against the wall.  A scientist entered the room and undid the
masks from the men's face.  As he pulled them out, I saw that the tubes
went quite a ways into Dean and Aaron's mouth.  I asked my guide about
this.

"We are testing these men's ability to identify their father or son's piss
not by taste, but by feeling.  We want to see if they can identify the
urine of their family by the feeling they get from having that piss in
their gullet.  So far...well you'll see."

The scientist who had entered the room then asked Aaron to identify the man
who had pissed in his mouth who he thought was his father.  "Number 8, I
think," he said.  The scientist then ordered all of the dads in the room
except from Number 8 to leave the room.  Number 8 was a tall, Nordic
looking man with an amazingly long and thick uncut dick.  I remember when
he had pissed in Aaron he had smoothed his hair back on his head and thrust
his hips forward.  He had been sure to get every last drop into the urinal,
shaking his dick at the very end.  Aaron himself had arched his back and
raised his eyebrows when this man had pissed down his throat.

The scientist in the room now asked Dean to identify the boy he thought was
his son.  "Number 5.  For sure."  All of the boys except for number 5 left.
Number five was a sexy 11 year-old, tall and thin, and unmistakably Dean's
son.  He was the only one of the younger boys who didn't have to stand on
his toes in order to dump his piss down the old man's throat.  Just like
Aaron had done, I remember dean arching his back, his cock rising to full
attention when he got this boy's piss.

The scientist removed the blindfolds, and all at once all four of the males
in the room started high-fiving each other.  Sure enough, they had been
able to identify each other just by have each other's piss dumped straight
down their throats.  No taste necessary!

Dean and his son Luke switched places, while Aaron and his dad Marcus did
the same.  Now the two men who had been strapped to the urinal left the
room, while the two pissers were inserted under the urinals, mask in place.

"The others, after they finish drinking some soda or beer, will return to
do some more pissing.  Isn't it incredible to think that when Aaron and
Dean piss into their counterpart, they'll be pissing back some of what they
just swallowed.  Truly astonishing."

I'm not sure astonishing was the word I would put with it, but it was
pretty...interesting.  He led me out of the room, on to the last study in
the piss wing.

Experiment 96866: Piss Obsession

Subjects: AJ, (Son, 9), Raymond, (Son, 16), Peter, (Dad, 42), Benny (Uncle,
39),

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 1 Month

It was becoming too easy to see such outrageous things.  For instance, my
shock was only mild, when, in the next room, I saw through the observation
glass a young boy of 9 years old laying on a table, legs strapped into
stirrups, rock hard and pissing on himself.  AJ was an adorable, dark
skinned Latino boy.  He had curly black hair on his head and nowhere else.
The boy was smiling as his mouth was agape, pulling his penis so that the
arc of piss landed squarely in his mouth.  He drank his own urine for a
while, then moved the stream down and smiled as it splashed on his smooth,
tiny chest and stomach.  Finally the last few drops dripped out and
splashed lazily just above his cock, where his pubes would some day sprout.

"All done!" he said cheerfully.

"You remember Mac, the little guy who was addicted to cum?"  My guide asked
me.

"How could I forget!" I exclaimed, probably a little too happily.

"Well, AJ here is very much like Mac.  He LOVES piss.  As long as it's from
his family members he loves it."

"Wow.  He loves to drink piss that much?" I asked.

"No, not exactly.  He likes piss...well you'll see."

I brought my attention to the other members of the family, who had been
sitting watching their youngest piss all over himself.  The boy was
squirming in excitement as they approached.

"Alright," said Peter, the father and clear alpha male.  "I'm taking ass
this time."  The father was jerking his fat, hairy cock to life.  It
stretched out in front of him like a weapon.  He, like all of the men in
the room, had a big mop of curly black hair.  He was mocha skinned, hairy
and muscular as all hell.  He reeked of masculine.

"You take the throat, son." He barked to his older son, Raymond.  Like
everyone else, his shaggy hair hung down into his eyes.  He was thinner
than his dad and uncle, but more toned and less bulky.  For a 16 year old
he had a HUGE cock that was already rock hard, pointing straight out, just
like dear old dad.

"I'll get everywhere else," said the uncle, Benny.  He was younger and not
as muscular as his older bro, but still definitely fit as a fiddle.  He
stretched his thick arms as he came over, and started jerking his dick just
like his brother had.

"Ass again, dad?" said little AJ from his place tied up.  "But you're
so...BIG!"

Dad slapped his boy on the ass as he pointed his cock at the boy's open
hole.  "You want my piss in you or not?"

AJ would have answered, but by that point his older bro Raymond was
dangling his cock over the kids mouth, and pulling down the little guy's
jaw with his hand.  The piss started to flow immediately out of his teen
cock and directly down the boy's throat.  AJ, in ecstasy, would let his
mouth get as full as could be, until his lips were brimming with his bro's
yellow piss, and then swallow it down and let it fill up again.

Benny soon let his heavy stream go, starting by filling up the little boy's
navel.  Once he finished there, he moved his hot golden arc of piss up and
down the boy's stomach and chest, as if the boy was a lawn and his cock was
a sprinkler.  It sprinkled down the boy and dripped onto the floor.

Peter was surveying the scene with a stern look on his face.  He watched
for a bit as the piss flowed, and then he too started pissing.  The first
squirt hit just above the boy's hole, and like a carnival game Daddy
readjusted his stream until it was squarely on the hole.  Then he began to
push forward.  The stream shortened and shortened until, POP, dad was in
his son and pissing like a horse.

AJ gave out a sudden YELP and cringed as his hole was violated again.  His
face contorted in pain at the size of the cock.  But it wasn't long before
he said, with a mouth half full of piss, "Daddy, you know I NEED the piss
as deep as it can go!"

Peter pushed in with a grunt, or rather SLAMMED in.  AJ arched his back,
but didn't manage to lose either his bro or his uncle's yummy stream.  Dad
held his dick in full hilt, and rubbed his stomach as the piss flowed out
of him and into his youngest son's ass.

"The men must have drank a lot!" I remarked to my guide.

"Yes, well they drink all day in order to keep this slut...I mean subject
satisfied.  They're very kind.  It's moving almost, isn't it?"

I had to agree, there was something moving about how happy the little 9
year old AJ was having all this familial piss.  He was clearly in ecstasy.

Finally the older boy's piss ran out, and he shook the last few drops into
his baby brother.  Uncle's was next, and he shook his dick wildly at the
very end to splash as much of the kid's body as he could before it ended.

Dad's stream seemed endless, and went on for a full minute after the other
two had finished.  Towards the end he reached forward, and touched a spot
just above his son's navel.

"See, son, right there is where daddy's cock head giving you that piss."
He slapped the boy's stomach twice.  "What do you say?"

"THANK YOU DADDY!" AJ shouted enthusiastically.  Dad smiled and pulled out
of his son, a wave of piss gushing out of the boy at the same time.  AJ
started to thrash around in his straps, trying to get up.  "LET ME UP! " he
cried.  The men watched him thrash for a while, and then the uncle undid
the straps.  AJ quickly dropped to the floor, pocked his still dripping ass
in the air and began to lick up all the piss on the floor.  He took long
licks, like a little puppy, slurping up both his uncle's piss that had
dropped to the floor, and his dad's piss that had spurted out of his own
little butt.  In between each like he said "Yummy!  Piss!"

The three men returned to their chairs to watch the show and began drinking
more beers and soda.

"Come along, we have to keep moving.  I know you are enjoying the piss
wing," and here he grabbed my hard cock in his fist "But...I am very
excited to show you the next wing."

He led me into a big, industrial elevator and hit a button marked "MISC".
We began to go down, down, down.

"What is the miscellaneous wing, anyway?" I asked, as we ascended deeper
and deeper.

"Well, down here we have many experiments that -- ahem -- don't fit the
world above us.  It's a more...how can I put this...dark place.  There are
things going on here that are VERY important, but top secret."

"Why so secret?"

"Well, let's just say the things happening down here are MUCH more
unconventional than the pervious wings."

MORE unconventional?  How far would this institute go?  Finally the
elevator hit the end of its incredibly long shaft.  The heavy doors opened
into a long, dark, musty hallway.  Along it where big, thick metal doors,
the kind you see in maximum security prisons.  I thought I could hear a
faint moaning, or was it screaming down the hall?  What was I about to see?