Becoming a urinal

One of my fantasies is to be a urinal, kneeling or sitting with my mouth at the level of a urinal basin, either in a line of people in a similar position, or hunkered down between real urinals. I would be naked, or wearing humiliating, girlish panties, and would be somewhere where people are ready and willing to use me. Might I be able to actually live out this fantasy at Lab.Oratory in Berlin? 

(One housekeeping note: as of January 2025, the entrance fee to the Lab.Oratory is €14.)

Berlin's most extreme gay sex club has a room with a row of standard urinals. Between each one there is enough space for a person, and in fact the club owners have placed a beer crate between each urinal for someone to sit on. When I arrived, some crates were already taken by keen piss-drinkers, but one in the middle was free, so I tried sitting on it for a while, and then removed the beer crate so that I could sit right down on the piss-covered floor. This was better, firstly because it felt more disgusting, and secondly because my open mouth was now down lower, at the level of the basin of the urinals.

This was my first time in that wet, gloomy room. It was wonderful just being there, part of a row of urinals, some of them human, some of them porcelain, waiting to be used, wanting to drink every drop of piss that came my way. I fantasised that I would be tethered to the urinals on either side, a collar round my neck, straps holding my head in place, so that I could not turn away from the streams of piss.

So much for the fantasy. After 10 minutes or so of sitting and waiting, I moved on. Firstly, nothing much happened - not many people came by. No-one urinated on me or into my gaping mouth. Secondly, I witnessed an aggressive incident in which a repulsive guy was trying to order the man sitting next to me to "shut your mouth; get your dick out". Not the consensual play I was seeking.

So I went to my usual place, a small separated-off area where the floor is a metal grid for the urine to flow through into a small cellar below. I was fortunate: that part of the club can become very full, but there weren't many people in that bit when I got there, and I had space to lie down on my back with my legs up against a partition, my head down on the grating, handily placed near the entrance for people to stand over me and empty their bladders onto me.

And as I lay there, right next to a couple fucking away, idly masturbating myself, a couple of men did come by and shower me with their urine. I was able to collect and swallow quite a few mouthfuls of their liquid waste as it rained down on me, warm and straight from the source. Feeling awash with gratitude, I found myself coming as I did so.

I have now purchased a smart leather dog collar for the next visit, so that I can tether myself to those urinals. I can't wait to go again!