Helping in Detention (CW: Piss-Drinking, Bondage)

CONTENT WARNING: **** BONDAGE, PISS-DRINKING, GENERAL DEPRAVITY

"Hey, Marco, are you coming to the mall with us?" called Francis to the tall, brown-haired boy coming down the hallway.

"Nah, I got detention today," said Marco, a slight twinge of annoyance sneaking into his words.

"Ah, what the fuck did you do this time?" laughed Jeremy, a short, pudgy boy.

"It's not my fault!" said Marco. "I swear Mr. James just hates me. I wasn't even talking, and he said I was disrupting his class."

"I'm sure he's not overly fond of you after catching you smoking weed in the bathroom so many times," laughed Francis. "Have fun at detention. Let's go, Jeremy."

"Whatever," said Marco, waving his hand dismissively. He watched as the two boys sauntered down the hallway. The boys were eighteen and seniors in high school now, and he should be out partying. Instead, he was stuck in detention.

He trudged down the hallway and swung open the door to the stairwell. Detention was held in the basement and involved a lot more manual labor than most schools. Marco's footsteps echoed as he made his way into the depths of the building. Opening the door at the bottom, Marco was greeted by a sight that would have shocked anyone who was seeing it for the first time.

The room was more like a long hallway with pipes coming down from various parts of the ceiling. The pipes distributed their contents into a metal trough that spanned the length of the room. The trough was angled to cause the contents to flow slowly to one side of the room, where everything fell into larger pipes that came up from the floor.

The trough was situated approximately six feet off the ground and held up by metal stands stationed throughout the room. The contents being deposited from above was excrements from the school's bathrooms. Every toilet and urinal eventually led to the trough in this room. The stench was positively putrid.

The most shocking part of this set-up, however, was the line of kneeling girls that were next to the trough. Each girl was completely naked except for a binder that held their arms in an uncomfortably painful reverse prayer pose. Their legs were bound in a kneeling position, and their eyes were covered with a thick, black blindfold. Their heads were pointed towards the sky with their mouths held unnaturally wide open by clear pipes that attached to the underside of the trough.

Girls who got detention at the school spent time in this room, drinking the student body's piss. While all toilet contents were dumped into the trough, a grate at the top of each pipe prevented the solid waste from entering the girls' mouths. This was mainly for safety purposes to keep them from ****.

After watching the display for a while, Marco walked over to the older man mopping the floor.

"Hi, Mr. Armstrong," he said. "I'm here for detention." Mr. Armstrong was one of the school's janitors and one of the overseers for detention. He made sure any messes got cleaned up.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Armstrong. "You're the only boy with detention today. Lucky you, I guess. I could use the help. I have a couple girls here that need to be put into place. Come with me."

Mr. Armstrong and Marco walked into the side office where two girls were waiting. They were completely naked and blindfolded already. Marco recognized them immediately as Diana and Veronica, two girls in his history class. They weren't usually the types to get into trouble, but almost every girl at the school served time in detention at some point.

"Can you grab the binders from the cabinet?" asked Mr. Armstrong. Marco complied as Mr. Armstrong began to wrap ropes around Diana's legs. She squirmed at the touch but did not try to resist. Marco came back with the binders as Mr. Armstrong finished with Diana.

"Start putting the binder on her while I tie the other one," he said. Marco nodded and stepped behind Diana. He gripped her arms and wrenched them back, causing Diana to cry out in pain. He had to tug hard to get them to fit into the binder, to the point that he felt like he might pull her arms out of their sockets. Tears streamed from beneath Diana's blindfold, but she said nothing. When Marco was finished, he moved onto Veronica. While he bound her arms, Mr. Armstrong left and came back with a cart to move the girls. They lifted them onto the cart and moved into the main room.

As they walked down the line of girls, Marco watched them closely. He saw the girls' throats move as they gulped down piss and watched their stomachs bulge from the disgusting drink. Every girl knelt on top of a grate that took care of her own piss.

They got to an empty place in the line.

"Follow my lead," said Mr. Armstrong. They moved each girl onto a grate. Mr. Armstrong handed Marco a pipe and started to feed another pipe into Diana's mouth. He pressed it down into her throat until she was almost deepthroating it. Marco did the same with Veronica. The girls gagged as the pipes filled their mouths. Mr. Armstrong and Marco then attached the pipes to the trough. Immediately, golden liquid streamed into the girls' mouths. They grunted as they were **** to swallow.

"Perfect, thanks!" said Mr. Armstrong. "That was the fun part of detention. Now for the gross part. I need you to go up to the trough and push any blockages down towards the sewer pipe. I've got a pair of thick boots and a pair of thick gloves for you to wear, but I'd still wash yourself after today."

Marco groaned. He had almost been having fun in detention before this task.