A kinky story written by Naughty Bard | Chapter 8

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You know what I said about that moment of clarity you get right after cumming and you see things in the right light? Well, let me tell you something: it’s bullshit! Fucking bullshit!

Five or six hours after my little outburst, hours which I spent fuming and pacing in my room, listing all the countless reasons I was furious with that little piece of shit who had tried to ruin my life with his stupid loud mouth, it finally hit me. And when it did it hit me so hard it felt like someone had whacked me on the head with a baseball bat.

I had done the single most stupid thing someone in my position could have ever done. All of a sudden my legs started shaking as horror gripped me. My head was spinning and I had to sit on the floor.

What the fuck had possessed me to answer him like that? What was I thinking? Was I thinking at all? Of all the feelings, my stupid pride had had to take charge? And what pride? I was a foot-licking faggot who couldn’t help getting a hard on every single time a cute guy so much as sneered at him. What pride? I had none! None whatsoever!

Why the hell had I acted like that? I loved being his bitch! It was pretty much the only thing I loved and I had ruined it forever. I had right? I mean that had to be the end of it, the way I acted. Or maybe I was wrong, maybe I could still turn this around.  I looked at the alarm clock on my night stand. It was 7:09. Fuck! He had to be back home by then. It was too late, even if I hadn’t gone psycho on him he had given me a choice and it was too late. But I had to at least try to fix it somehow. I ran down the stairs and told my mom they could start dinner without me and didn’t stick around to hear her nagging.

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As I was cycling towards his house like a madman I also realized something else. Me not seeing him anymore was absolutely devastating and the end of my happiness and blah, blah, blah, but it wasn’t the only reason I should have been upset. He had pics of me and videos that he could post every-fucking-where and they were possibly just a tad compromising. And I had elegantly told him to fuck off.

“Great job, you asswipe! Congratulations!” the heavily sarcastic voice in my head was telling me. “Now what?”  I was breathing heavily and my heart was pounding again. I had to talk to him no matter what.

I got to his door and started ringing the doorbell. His mom opened and looked a bit surprised.

“Finn?”

“Hi Mrs Jackson, I’m really sorry to bother you at this time.” I started, still breathing heavily.

“Is everything alright, sweetie?” she asked a little worried, seeing me pretty upset.

“Yeah… well, sort of… I need to speak to Kieran, please,” I pleaded. She looked pained, then hesitated a second or two pressing her lips.

“Honey, I don’t think he wants to see you right now,” she told me and my heart sank. “He said something about you two having a fight…”

“Yeah, I know! It was completely my fault, I just wanna apologize to him, please!” She gave me an understanding smile.

“Look, hon, now it’s not a good time, just give him space to cool off a bit, ok? I’m sure tomorrow you boys will make up, first thing in the morning.” she told me and I tried really hard not to cry in front of her while thinking, ‘Yeah, sure! Fat chance!’

“Um… ok…” I mumbled miserably “Will you at least tell him how sorry I am, please Mrs Jackson.” She smiled fondly at me.

“Sure, love. And don’t look so worried, I don’t know what happened between the two of you but you’ve been best friends since forever, I’m sure you’ll work it out.” She patted my cheek affectionately.

“Yeah…” I replied unconvinced.

“Now run along dear, I’m sure your mom would like you to be home for dinner,” she said with an exquisitely polite but final tone.

“Yes ma’am…” I said and she closed the door.

It was over. I knew it was. He was never gonna forgive me. I had been so rude to him, it had to be unforgivable. What was I gonna do? I instinctively looked up at his window. Was he in his room now? What was he doing? How could I make it up to him? Could I EVER make it up to him in the first place? FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I had ruined my life with my own hands. Not only had I thrown out the window the best thing that had ever happened to me, but I had put the rest of my life in jeopardy.

It took me a few minutes to pluck up the courage to leave his house. I was devastated and I realized I was crying. My chest was heaving and hurting so bad I was sure it simply was not possible for me to actually feel worse than that. When I got home I went straight to my room and crawled into bed crying, weeping desperately and sobbing uncontrollably with my face pressed hard on my pillow. Then, after all my tears had gone dry, I fell into a dreamless, restless sleep.

When I woke up I was feeling worse than ever. I wracked my brain trying to see the whole thing from a different point of view but no matter how hard I tried, nothing was likely to work. There was no way Kieran was ever gonna forgive me on his own. I had to speak to him and convince him, but he was never gonna see me again, and even if he was, Kieran had never listened to what I had to say when I was his friend, he was definitely not gonna start now. Nah, it was hopeless. Totally hopeless. The only people he listened to were his…

And that was it. The idea just popped into my head. It was probably the dumbest idea in history and it had almost zero chances of working and I realized that. But to say that I was desperate would be putting it mildly. Besides, it was the only thing I could come up with and, to be frank, I had literally nothing to lose.

I googled his address and got to his house. It was small. No white picket fence, just a very cheap wire fencing and a half-broken aluminum letter box with the name Edwards handwritten on it. A bit of a sleazy place if you ask me but I wasn’t there to judge.

I gulped, got to the door and knocked repeatedly. No one answered, so I rang the doorbell. Damn it, someone had to be home! His mom or one of his little sisters, anyone who could tell me where to find him! I knocked again, more forcefully and this time I heard a really, really grumpy voice grunting:

“What the fuck?” It was him. I knocked again because I wanted to make sure he understood that I wasn’t going anywhere. And then the door opened and a sixteen-year-old chestnut-haired boy appeared. Topher Edwards was now standing in front of me wearing only his shorts. Fuck, my brain had the time to appreciate just how hot he was even with his hair all messy. Unfortunately the look on his face told me that maybe, just maybe, I had woken him up and he didn’t look particularly happy.

“Fag?” he frowned. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked sleepily yet rather aggressively while his eyes were still adjusting to the light.

“I’m so sorry…” This wasn’t going so well. Pissing him off right before asking for his help: probably not a smart move. “Did… did I wake you?” I stammered. He smiled a fake smile at me.

“No, not at all!” he said in a sarcastic sugary tone that immediately turned into an aggressive bark. “Of course you did, genius! What do ya want?”

“Look, I’m really sorry but I need to talk to you… it’s about Kieran…” he snorted.

“Fuck off, fagboy,” he said and slammed the door in my face.

“No, please Topher, I beg you!” I started pounding the door in total panic. “Please, let me expl…” but the door opened again and now he was really mad.

“You got about three seconds to get lost before I beat the shit outta ya, bitch,” he threatened me, five inches from my face.

“Please, Topher…” I pleaded with a voice so full of pain and desperation as my eyes filled up with tears. It was pathetic. I fell on my knees and touched my forehead to the ground between his feet. “Hear me out five minutes…”

“What the fuck are you doing? Get up!” he said but I stubbornly remained like that.

“I swear I won’t bother you ever again after that, but please listen to what I have to say, I beg you!”

“Oh for fucks’ sakes, fine!” he said, exasperated. “Get your ass inside, before somebody sees you, you fucking weirdo!” I didn’t wait for a second invitation. I couldn’t believe my luck. He closed the door and looked at me with tired eyes, then shook his head irritably.

“Come with me.” he said and turned his back on me and I followed along a short corridor to his room. He entered and immediately grumbled, “Gotta piss…” and went straight for the john, leaving the door slightly ajar. Now this guy’s pigsty was giving Kieran’s a run for its money. It was just as messy, only smaller and with much, much cheaper furniture. Dirty clothes and underwear lying everywhere, as well as other shit. The smell in there was pretty funky even for a teenage boy’s room. I heard the strong stream of his piss hit the toilet water loudly, with such a foamy sound. Then, as you do, he let out a huge, loud fart completely unconcerned that someone else was in his house. It was probably the butchest combination I had ever heard anyone do. He flushed, then came back into the room, gloriously scratching his crotch. As you can imagine my knees started buckling.

“This better be quick…” he grunted, throwing himself heavily on his crumpled bed. “I am not a morning person,” he said irritably.

I looked around. The only chair in the room was completely covered with a mountain of tangled up worn t-shirts and shorts. The thought of offering me a place to sit didn’t even cross his mind. He was looking at me with his weight on his elbows and his legs dangling from the end of the bed. So I swallowed hard and sat on the floor, right in front of him.

Well, I…” All of a sudden I didn’t know where to begin.

“C’m on! What’s up?” he yawned loudly at me. I didn’t wanna annoy him even more, so I began.

“You know what happened between me and Kieran, right? You were there…” I stated the obvious.

“Yeah, so?” he asked.

“Well, I made the biggest mistake of my life I…” I whined as soppy as hell. “I screwed up big time and now I’m… I’m totally lost, man!” I started pouring out my heart “I went to his house last night, to apologize but like, he wouldn’t even see me!” He was looking at me with a slight frown, then he shrugged, totally unconcerned.

“And what’s that gotta do with me?” he asked.

“Well I… uhm… I was hoping you could… you know…  like… talk to him… a little… try to convince him to forgive me… and take me back…”

He snorted derisively. “As his slave?” he asked with a smirk. I looked down and nodded silently, ashamed of myself. He snorted again. His naked feet were almost touching the floor right in front of me.

“You’re doing this because of all those pics and vids, aren’t you? The ones he’s been sending us?” he explained “You’re afraid he’s gonna fuck you over and post them all over the internet, right?”

Man, that was surprisingly dead on! He was smart. Smarter than me, that’s for sure! But he didn’t get the whole thing. I mean he was a rational being and of course he was only seeing part of the problem.

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t be…” he continued. “I mean, the way you pissed him off, he probably will if he hasn’t done it already.” My heart sank, was I really too late?

“And that’s some sick stuff he got you to say on camera, man…” he told me, then added, more practically, “I mean, sure, it was pretty fun to watch and all, especially with the guys but, holy shit!”  He commented smiling, then curiously asked, “How the fuck did he make you do all that, by the way? What does he have on you, c’mon?” he asked, curious and amused. “He even made it look like you fucking loved it!” he added, half laughing.

I couldn’t hold his gaze so I looked down again and said nothing. There was silence for a couple of seconds, then the smart boy put two and two together.

“Unless you really do love it.” I kept my silence and he shook his head smiling in an amused disbelief “No fucking way, man!” I nodded. He looked at me with the same disgust mixed with pity he had given me the day before. Then he raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I shouldn’t be too surprised I guess, judging from the fucking boner you had on yesterday while you were giving us that little freak show…” he commented. I didn’t say a word. He frowned at me and spread his hands. “I mean, I get it, you’re a fag, but still, how can you like being treated like that?” he asked, then “You should snap the fuck out of it, man!” He added, “Didn’t he… like… betray your trust and shit? Isn’t that why you went apeshit?”

I looked at him. He was just adorable. He was actually trying to save me, somehow. Can you believe it? But I didn’t need that kind of saving. I knew deep down that Kieran wasn’t the problem, I was, my twisted mind was.

“It’s more complicated than that…” I started “See, he never did anything I didn’t like, to be honest…” He looked at me like I was from another planet “It’s true…” I assured him. “Okay, well, maybe telling you guys about me…” I conceded “…but it’s just because he took me by surprise, it’s not like I didn’t love licking your feet yesterday…” He kept listening to me. “But you see, that doesn’t even matter in the least!” I said “He can do that to me because I’m a cock addicted, submissive, inferior faggot whore.” I told him earnestly in one breath. He looked at me, almost impressed. Not with me of course.

“Wow, he really did a hell of a number on you, didn’t he?” he commented a little amused. I smiled bitterly. If only it were that easy.

“Well, yeah, that’s part of it but… he simply understood what my true nature really was and… he sort of… showed it to me…” I tried to explained.

“By making you drink his piss?” he asked with a disgusted yet even more amused expression. I shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter what he makes me do…” I answered “If it makes him feel better or… or even if it’s just amusing to him…” I hesitated “…I simply have to do it because it makes me feel too good…” He snorted again.

“Dude you’re a…” he hesitated “…what do you call those losers who enjoy being humiliated and shit?” he asked snapping his fingers a couple of times, they way you do when you can’t think of the right word you wanna use.

“A masochist…” I prompted.

“Yeah, that’s it! You’re a fucking masochist!” he said shaking his head with disapproval. I looked down again.

“I know you don’t understand, Topher…” I said, “…which proves you’re obviously nothing like me…” He snorted again.

“No shit I’m not!” he shot back derisively. I smiled meekly, then proudly showed him all I had learned during my training with Kieran.

“See, you’re straight and straight boys were born to be served and worshipped by pathetic faggots like me. It’s genetics, I belong to an inferior race than yours so it’s totally fair that I should be serving superior guys like you, right?” I ended my speech with the feverish urge that you usually associate with crazy fanaticism. I sounded like a lunatic. He had been looking at me with an entertained smile on his face but the moment my mouth stopped he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He started shaking his head and cracked up.

“Hahaha! Oh, fuck, man, you actually believe that shit!” he commented and looked at me for a few seconds without speaking. Then “Dude, I swear, it’s fucking pathetic, but you know what?” he shrugged, clearly pleased. “I’m not gonna argue with ya!” Then he added, smiling pretty cockily, “So I’m superior, huh? Go on!” He was so fucking cute, so comfortable half lying on his messy bed in that room that reeked so much of teenage testosterone that my head was spinning. I liked this guy! I liked him a lot and felt like I could trust him and tell him anything.

“Can I be entirely honest with you?” I asked.

“Sure, whatever.” he said smirking down at me.

“Well…” I started, “…you… you said I’m pathetic and you’re right, of course!” I told him. “But you don’t even know the half of it!” I said. He raised an eyebrow.

“Dude, I saw you cum while licking stinky feet, without even touching yourself, on all fours and moaning like a bitch in heat, I think I get the picture,” he said half laughing. I smiled again.

“Yeah, well, then check this out…” I said bitterly “…from the moment this conversation started my whole body has been screaming at me how fucking wrong it is for me to be talking to you like this, that my face should be on the floor, kissing and licking your feet and groveling like the inferior faggot bitch I am and showing you the proper respect you deserve. That’s how pathetic I am!” He snorted and shook his head.

“Well, you chose a shitty way to live, if you ask me!” he said half sneering, not too sympathetic. I lowered my eyes. Chose? Yeah, like I had had any say at all in the matter! He looked at me curiously, then smiled.

“So… like… if I do this…” he lifted his foot and placed it two inches from my face, “your mouth starts watering and shit?” he asked, amused. I smelled it. It was just as nasty as the previous day and it was pretty dirty.

“Mmm… yeah…” I said excitedly. He smirked.

“Are you getting a fucking boner again?” he continued. Obviously I was. I nodded inhaling his masculine smell deeply. He scoffed at that.

“Man you’re fucking hopeless…” he commented, then “Well? What are you waiting for? C’mon! Do what you gotta do and show me… what was that? ‘Proper respect’?” he asked rhetorically, making quotation marks, still shaking his head in an amused disbelief.

“Yes Sir!” I answered automatically and immediately pressed my face to it and started licking and moaning. It tasted just as one would expect, bad, but it wasn’t as sweaty as the day before. I loved it anyway. I swallowed the dirt trying to make it nice and pink again. Some got stuck in my throat but that’s when my body started drooling like crazy to help me gulp it down. He let me lick for like twenty or thirty seconds looking at me pretty amused.

“This shit is kinda fun,” he smiled, then paused for a few more seconds. He was considering something. “But you know what?” he said lowering his foot on the floor and sitting up on the edge of the bed. “Since you’re here and you wanna serve me that bad, how bout you do something more useful with that mouth of yours?” He slipped off his shorts and boxers oozing confidence and my eyes were suddenly glued to his crotch. He threw his dirty underwear on the chair and spread his legs in front of my face. “Like sucking my dick,” he said with a casual tone, like he wasn’t really asking me to do it, if you know what I mean.

It was the second dick I had ever seen in my life. He had chestnut pubes just like his hair and big balls, bigger than Kieran’s probably although his ballsack wasn’t as low hanging. His cock was totally limp and fucking impressive. I suddenly realize that I was in total abstinence. I hadn’t sucked Kieran’s in 24 hours and now that a young, clammy, musky cock was right in front of me the urge to taste it was getting unbearable. I was hungry. Hungry like never before.

“Mmmm… It smells so strong…” I said a little too adoringly to sound disgusted. He smiled, amused.

“Well, I’m not exactly clean…” he told me a little cockily, taking his dick in his hand “…but dude, c’m on! After what I’ve seen you do, I’m sure a smelly dick ain’t gonna be a problem, right?” he chuckled rhetorically, like he already knew the answer.

“No, of course not!” was all I could manage to say as my face was getting closer to it and his teenage boy stale sweat stench was filling my lungs and enslaving my poor brain, as violent and pungent as fuck!

He smirked at the stupid look on my face then completely peeled back his long foreskin. His cockhead was partially covered with that kind of white shit you get when you jack off like crazy and don’t wash for several days. “Woah! That’s a lot of dick cheese! Hehehe!” he laughed maybe a little surprised of his own very questionable personal hygiene. On top of that you could definitely tell he had just taken a leak, his cockhead was all wet.

I was still drooling, now more than ever. I ran my tongue over my lips, almost feverishly. He looked even more amused at my expression.

“Wanna lick it off?” he teased, wildly entertained.

“Yes, please!” I said without even looking at him, as transfixed as I was by that unwashed, revolting cock. He snickered, softly.

“Knock yourself out, hehehe!” he said and as my mouth opened to envelop his cockhead in a filthy French kiss he let go of his meat, spread his legs even wider to give me full access, and laid back again, resting on his elbows.

The stench was overpowering from down there. Pure masculine stench. And the taste… The strongest one was fresh piss and it was all mixed up with his smegma. I gathered up quite a lot of spit, then I started massaging his cock head to clean him up perfectly. I felt so good, man, that taste was so violent and strong I couldn’t help moaning in sweet pleasure.

“Fuck, dude you should see your face!” he said grinning. “You know, my cousin Cindy is an A class cockslut and she’s sucked me off a few times…” he said like I hadn’t already heard that story “…but even she makes me shower before blowing me,” he told me, now even more amused than before. “What you just did is pretty fucking gross, man!” he commented. “Not that I’m complaining one bit, hehehe!” he added, totally entertained. I sucked in the saliva and gulped down. I let go of his cockhead making sure to make a very loud slurping noise and his meat bumped down on his massive balls.

“Wow! It was… so tasty… thank you for letting me clean it for you…” I said earnestly and he smirked.

“What a sick faggot,” he mumbled, amused. I wanted to please him so bad. It was Kieran, all over again.

“Look, look! I swallowed it!” I told him opening my mouth as wide as I could and sticking my tongue out to show him. He snorted.

“Yeah, whatever, just keep sucking it and make me cum,” he said with natural, inborn authority.

“Yes Sir!” I replied and watched him smirk down at me when I took his whole limp dick in my mouth.

I gave my all in that blowjob. Sure, it was the fact that he was my only hope to patch things up with Kieran but that wasn’t it. I wasn’t really thinking, you know? How could I? My body was on autopilot because my instincts knew what needed to be done far better than my conscience did. I sucked on it like there was no tomorrow, going up and down on his pole that had grown so big in my mouth. It was maybe slightly shorter than Kieran’s but its girth was bigger. I pumped him for maybe three minutes non stop. He laid there and made me do all the work, biting his lower lip, grunting with pleasure and occasionally closing his eyes.

“Fuck, you’re good!” he said after a while and I sort of smiled at him and with a loud ‘POP’ I let go of it for a second.

“Really?” I sounded so surprised that he had complimented me, he smirked at me.

“How many cocks have you sucked, apart from Kieran’s?” I looked at him like the answer was obvious. I shook my head.

“None, Sir… he’s the only one…” I answered and he raised his eyebrows.

“And how many blowjobs have you given him?” he pressed and I frowned slightly.

“Hum… I’m not sure… but I’ve been sucking him off at least three times a day for a little over a month, so…” He snorted.

“Dude, that’s like a hundred times! No wonder you’re this good, you’re a fucking cock gobbler!” he commented, then snickered, “Ain’t your mouth tired?” I laughed a little and shook my head.

“It’s never enough.” He smirked, then grumbled:

“Yeah, I’ll bet.”

I looked up to him and after a couple of seconds of silence I asked curiously, “Am I better than Cindy?” He laughed at that.

“Hahaha! What, you wanna beat her?” I smiled and nodded super eagerly. I had no idea why I wanted to play that fucked-up game but I did!

He mused, still snickering, “Well, let’s see…” he started. “There’s one thing she does that kinda pisses me off. She needs to stop sucking every couple of minutes cause she says she’s gotta breathe,” he said spreading his hands and rolling his eyes with a snort. I was a bit slow but then the bell rang.

“I’m so sorry, Sir!” I apologized. “I don’t need to breathe!” I said stupidly and shoved his dick back in my mouth. Of course he laughed a little. How could he not?

“Hehehe, didn’t think you did, hehehe!” he teased. I started blowing him even harder, sucking like a hoover because differently from Kieran, this guy had something to compare my performance with and I really wanted to be the best cocksucker he had ever had. For some reason, it was really, and I mean really important to me.

I pressed my lips and nose hard on his chestnut pubes, taking it all. I did that three or four times in a row, and saw him close his eyes and moan with pleasure.

“Mmm… I’m hitting the back of your throat… that feels pretty good,” he said. “Keep doing it,” he ordered, scratching one of his cheeks. I did.

Turned out, it wasn’t easy. My neck was tired and my throat wasn’t exactly happy to become his cock’s head punching bag. But I did it. I was uncomfortable on my knees and my back was bent funny, but I carried on.

“Yeah… that’s it! Keep it up till I cum.” he said in his calm, commanding teen voice that was telling me loud and clear that caring about my discomfort wasn’t exactly a priority for him now.

“Do it faster,” he said, looking at me.

I did as I was told and my eyes were starting to water. Kieran had given me so much training that deepthroating a cock wasn’t something new, but he liked to grab my head and face fuck me which meant all I could really do was choke and try not to pass out. This guy was making ME do it, I was throatfucking myself with his dick to make him cum and he wasn’t even touching me.

“Fuck yeah…” he moaned “Faster.” he said then and I couldn’t believe it. I tried but I simply didn’t know how to go faster.

“Faster.” he continued and I gave it all I got but apparently it still wasn’t enough.

“Come on, cocksucker! Thought you said you wanted to be better than my cousin!” he said in a soft voice that was oozing pleasure. “Suck it faster,” he ordered me with his calm authority, pretty much the same Kieran used, the one that got to me so easily.

And that was it. My body suddenly found out how to move faster. My neck almost broke but I started skull-fucking myself on his pole, choking and grunting like crazy.

“Oooohhohohohoho!” His moan became a pleased chuckle. “Oh, fuck yeah, that’s it… mmm… that’s what I’m talking about… oooohhhohoho… keep it up, come on! Mmmm…” Fuck that was hard, I was sweating all over but my dick was as hard as rock. After what seemed like forever I heard him groan.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!” and he started shooting right away.

I kept banging my face against his pubes like a maniac as he was gasping and grunting and arching his back for ten or fifteen long seconds till he finally let himself go on the bed holding his head in pure bliss. I was furiously gathering all of his cum, mixed with my spit as I started to slow down, little by little sucking it as hard as I could to empty his balls completely.

Cum, finally. Having spent almost a day without it I now knew it was something I simply couldn’t live without. I could go maybe five or six hours without it but that was it. I was also pretty sure I could have lived off it. There was nothing that tasted better than hot, sticky, gooey, slimy teenage cum. No question about it!

He stayed down for a few seconds, as his heartbeat was slowing down. I kept massaging his still stiff dick with my tongue. My mouth was full to bursting but I was pretty sure he enjoyed that sensation. He ran one of his hands through his brown hair then slightly turned his head sideways and stretched one of his arms to grab his cigarettes, tensing his abs and showing off his six pack. He took one out of the packet and lit it, then put one of his arms behind his back to lift his head up a bit and finally looked at me.

“Did you swallow?” he asked while smoke was coming out of his mouth. I shook my head no ever so slightly, still firmly attached to his now softening dick. He took a long puff, still looking at me, then blew out the smoke and simply said, “Do it.” I obeyed, of course, gladly. He smirked. “Show me.” I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out like before. His dick slowly bent down, little by little returning to its usual size. He started snickering.

“Hahaha! Well, congratulations, you’re a better cocksucker than Cindy.” he said and I beamed.

“Really?”

“Yeah! Totally!” he laughed. “I mean, like I said, she loves cock all right but you… fuck, dude, the way you suck it… it looked like you were fucking starving or something!” he stated, amused, hitting the nail exactly on the head. I smiled bitterly and started licking his balls with the same hunger. He snorted and shook his head. He took another puff, then blew out the smoke, completely relaxed.

“All right fag, here’s the deal,” he said in a practical tone. “I’m gonna talk to Kieran and see what’s on his mind…” I almost jumped because for a minute there I had even forgotten the reason I was doing all this.

“Really? You are?” I was so excited.

“I didn’t say I’m gonna convince him, I’m just gonna talk to him,” he warned.

“Yes, of course, thank you so much, oh my god, thank you!”

“But in exchange I want you to give me head every once in a while,” he said with a smirk. I couldn’t believe that was all he wanted. I gave him a foolish grin.

“That makes me even happier!” I exclaimed. I started lapping frantically, more grateful than ever, or so it felt. I’m sure you can tell by now that my emotions were all over the place whenever I had a cute boy in front of me. Anyhow, I was licking happily and I simply couldn’t help myself “I’ll… I’ll do more than that, for you!” I started “I’ll… I’ll suck you off whenever you want…” I offered carelessly “…day and night…” My tongue was going crazy now. He was smiling broadly and watched me, widely entertained.  “Every time you get a hard on you can text me and I’ll… I’ll suck your tasty cock for you…” He took another puff, smirking. Again my fanatic horniness was getting the best of me, completely unconcerned with little things like, I don’t know… human dignity? But as I said I liked him and he was being so nice to me the least I could do was offer him the only thing I had: my services. He was laughing softly now “I’ll be your cumdump, I’ll… I’ll…” I hesitated, lost for words.

“My cumdump?” he asked half laughing.

“Yeah, you know, something you use to…”

“I know what a fucking cumdump is, faggot!” he cut me off, still amused.

“Of course you do, I’m sorry!” I apologized quickly and he took another puff smirking like crazy. “Please let me do it! I swear, I’ll be the perfect faptoy for you! I’ll… I’ll learn to suck it exactly the way you want it!” He kept looking down at this pathetic little fagboy  who was happily kissing and lapping at his huge, manly balls while making a complete fool out of himself. “You can train me!” I ranted on and he listened intently to me with a relaxed, amused smirk making me even more grateful and wishful to let him know all the advantages he would get if he’d let me serve him. Are you even surprised by my reactions anymore, at this point?

“And… and… as you saw, you’ll never have to worry about showering first or anything… it doesn’t matter how sweaty or smelly or gross your body is, Sir… be…because I’m… I’m like… not a person… I’m an object a… a… a faptoy! Yes, a faptoy and… and I mean, who showers before fapping, right?” I said like it was such a ridiculous thought, and this time he laughed louder.

“Hahaha! Not me, fag, that’s for sure! Hehe!” he answered my rhetorical question so amused by my pathetic words.

“Right, of course not!” I promptly answered, “And… and you can totally treat me like an object, you know? Like I’m not even there!” How much more could I degrade myself in front of him? “You can… you can watch porn, like Kieran does and dump your load in me without ever looking at me once and… and then you can kick me out when you’re done using me! Please, Sir! It would be such an honor to do that for you!” He closed his eyes for a second and he was still chuckling and shaking his head.

“All right, all right, dude I get it! Breathe, for fuck’s sake!” he said trying to calm me down. I smiled, a little embarrassed. He stretched and yawned, then looked at me then for maybe the third time that morning he said:

“You know, faggot, you are officially the single most pathetic thing on this fucking planet.”

“I know, Sir!” I said smiling happily. “So, will you let me do it?” He smirked and took another puff from his cig. After a couple of seconds he shrugged.

“Sure! Why the hell not, you can be my cumdump.” I smiled gratefully.

“Oh, thank you, Sir! Thank you so much!” I said licking his balls again, adoringly. He snorted.

“I still think that’s a shitty way to live but hey…” he shrugged, “It’s your life! What do I care?” He said “Besides, he’s already brainwashed you so I might as well enjoy using your queer mouth to get off, right?” I smiled.

“Yes Sir! Like a cumdump!” I told him and he laughed.

“Yes, fag, exactly like a cumdump, hehehe!” he reached for his phone on the nightstand, near his bed.

“Gimme your number.” I did, eagerly. He dialed then:

“You got a name?” he asked with the cig in his mouth.

“Finn.” I answered. He frowned.

“I don’t think I’ll remember that…” he said, then smiled “Do you prefer faptoy or cumdump?” he asked cockily. I laughed. Did I mention I liked this guy?

“Whatever you like best, Sir.”

“And cumdump it is!” he chuckled.

“There! I’ll call you when I’ve spoken to Kieran…” Then he smiled, “Or when I get horny, whichever comes first!” I smiled back.

“Yes Sir! Your pleasure is all that matters!” I told him and he snorted, shaking his head.

“Yeah, yeah…” he brushed me off, dropping his phone on his bed. He resumed smoking.

“Thank you so much Sir, you won’t regret it!” I said happily. “I already learned the first couple of rules, today!” He frowned, amused.

“Oh, really? Let’s hear them!” he said. I smiled impishly.

“First one: I must never, ever stop sucking your dick, for ANY reason but especially not to breath!” I told him smiling. He laughed softly, and somehow I noticed his laughter wasn’t as sadistic as Kieran’s.

“You got that right, fag!” he said pleasantly.

“Rule number two: Even if I choke I still gotta use my throat to jack you off, Sir, because it makes you feel good!” He laughed again.

“Oh man!” he said shaking his head again, then, “You know what? Fuck yeah! You do that!” he continued amused, probably thinking I was half joking “Here’s another one for you…” he said taking a puff, “…always swallow.” I became more serious.

“Well that’s a given, Sir!” I said changing the tone of my voice a bit. He arched an eyebrow.

“Is it?” He asked still amused but maybe a little confused by my seriousness.

“Of course! Straight boys’ cum is precious! It’s a gift stupid faggot pigs like me don’t even deserve!” I explained “That’s why I kept it in my mouth for a while, I was enjoying that perfect taste for as long as I could!” It felt so good to talk to this boy. “I’m sorry, from now on I’ll swallow it right away, if that’s what you want, Sir!” He rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Aaaahhhh, dude you’re unbelievable!” A little exasperated, he said, “It’s just cum, it comes outta your dick too, ya know?” He said once again trying to bring me back to an acceptable level of craziness. I smiled. He simply didn’t get it, how could he, he was straight!

“It’s not the same, Sir! Mine is useless, yours is…” I couldn’t find an adjective that was awesome enough but thinking about the after taste I had in my mouth I couldn’t help but shiver a little. He shook his head again and snorted.

“Fine! Have it your way!” he said, almost resigned, then he added warningly, “As long as you swallow it!”

“Yes Sir! Every drop, Sir! Always!”

“Good. Cause what kinda cumdump would you be if you didn’t, right?” he commented smiling. I laughed a bit and he did too.

He looked at me for a few seconds. My tongue was now working on his pubes, cleaning them thoroughly. His cigarette was almost finished.

“Do you want me to go, Sir?” I asked, a little awkwardly.

“In a minute.” he said “Why did you come to me?” he asked all of a sudden, sincerely curious. I frowned.

“W… what do you mean?”

“Yeah, I mean, you needed someone to talk to Kieran, fine, but why me? Why not Seth or Connor or Ace or even Junior?” I hesitated and looked down.

“Well… Seth hates me, Sir… the Cooper brothers, they…” I paused. “They scare me, Sir… I’m sure they would’ve beaten me to a pulp on sight…” I explained. “And Connor is…” I didn’t even finish the sentence, there was no need.

“Do you really think they would have listened to me?” I asked. He arched an eyebrow.

“And what made you think I was gonna?” I hesitated again.

“Well… the look you gave me… yesterday…”

“What look?” he asked.

“I don’t know, it was different from the others’…” I started “It was like, even if you were …like having fun and all… you kinda felt a little… sorry, for me, maybe?” My voice had a rising intonation.

He looked at me, apparently satisfied with the answer. Then he shrugged. “I guess…” he said “…a little…” then he smiled and snickered, thinking about it. “It was still pretty fun, though. Hehehe!”

“Yes Sir!”

He took a long final puff from his cigarette, then slowly exhaling he said calmly, “All right, now you can get the fuck out.”

“Yes Sir!” I said, bent to kiss both his feet once then stood up, gave him a last grateful look.

“Thank you!” I said softly. He shook his head amused one last time but didn’t respond and I left.

Cycling back home I started thinking about what had just happen. Once again I had been completely incapable of controlling myself. This dude only wanted head every now and then and what had I done? I had pushed him and begged him to make me his 24/7 cumdump. What the hell was wrong with me? I wanted to be Kieran’s slave, right? Then what the hell was that? My instincts had taken over once again and I know I should have been used to that by now but I thought only Kieran could give me those sensations. Now I liked Topher too? No shit I did, I really, really liked him, FUCK! I was a slut!

I thought about that for a second. Then all of a sudden I burst out laughing. I was laughing so hard people in the streets were starting to stare at me.

A slut? Really? A slut? After all the monstrosities Kieran had been calling me I was worried that I might be a slut?

My stomach hurt and I had to stop the bike. I was cackling like a crazy person and for once didn’t give a shit about what people might have thought of me. I enjoyed that laughter like I hadn’t laughed in a long, long time. Which I hadn’t, to be honest. Kieran and I hadn’t laughed like that in a while. He laughed at me all the time but I was obviously not included in that. Sure, he still made me smile every once in a while but it was different. But to be honest I didn’t mind that. Being laughed at felt so much better than laughing at something… or someone. Because it made my dick hard and at fifteen, little else matters, I’m afraid. Besides, what the hell was there to laugh at? I swallowed and started cycling again.

The day went by ever so slowly as is the case every time you’re waiting for something important to happen. And I felt ‘my thing’ was so fucking important my life depended on it so I kept checking my watch every five seconds waiting for my phone to ring or beep or whatever, but no one called me in the morning. Nor in the afternoon and I spent hours panicking, biting my nails nervously and thinking, obsessing and going crazy over the whole situation. Those videos were a much more serious thing than I had thought. I mean what if my parents saw them? What if Kieran was gonna make me pay by somehow sending them to my parents? And what about the others? His friends! Even if I was pretty sure Topher wasn’t gonna do it, I was also pretty sure Zuckermann would have jumped at the chance. That son of a bitch! I thought angrily. I hated him so much. “You sure loved licking his feet, though!” the voice of my conscience taunted me, but I decided to ignore it.

I tried to distract myself by going out after lunch. I was so tempted to go to the park cause I knew Kieran was probably gonna be there, but I stopped myself. He was gonna be with his friends and I wanted to talk to him alone. No, there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t even call Topher cause, although he had gotten my number, I had forgotten to get his. Besides I wasn’t sure bugging him was gonna do me any good at all. He had said he was gonna do it but hadn’t said when so all I could really do was wait.

I wandered around the city, going nowhere in particular. My mind was constantly at work, restless, analyzing again every single ‘what if’ I could think of, but nothing happened. I didn’t find a solution and my phone, my stupid phone didn’t ring. Completely disheartened, I headed back home. I had a quick shower to try to clear my head and then I heard my mom downstairs telling me dinner was ready.

“Is everything all right, sweetie?” my mom asked, after giving me a big portion of roast beef.

“Yeah…” I lied absent-mindedly.

“Huh huh…” she said skeptically, obviously not believing me. “Come on, what happened?” she pressed.

“Nothing mom, I’m fine!” I shot back pretty rudely.

“Hey! Watch your tone, young man!” my dad warned, a little surprised by my reaction. I was never like that. I was usually polite with everyone and especially with them. I mean they were my mom and dad, I loved them! I sighed.

“I’m sorry mom…” I said “I just… I had a fight with Kieran…” I told them. They looked relieved, my dad even smiled.

“Don’t worry, kiddo! Friends fight all the time!” he almost chuckled. “Your uncle Jim and I…” and he started telling me all about his oldest bud and all the times they had had a fight, a guy that had always been around in my house, so much so that I had always called him ‘Uncle Jimmy’.

I gave mom a please-make-him-stop look and she smiled.

“All right darling, I think he gets it!” He looked a little hurt and mom and I both laughed a bit while he was rolling his eyes and muttering.

“You’ll miss me when I’m gone, you’ll see!” like he always did. It felt good.

And then the doorbell rang. My parents frowned. “Who could it be at this hour?” You see, for my mom, interrupting a family dinner was only slightly less rude than… I don’t know… killing someone?

“I’ll get it!” I offered. I got up and opened the door and there, leaning lazily against the railing of my veranda, the very last person I was expecting or wanted to see was smirking at me as cocky and insufferable as ever.

“Zuckermann?” I said giving him the stink eye. “What are you doing here?” his Ray-Bans were lifted up on his dark hair and he gave me a hard look.

“You better fucking watch your tone, faggot!” he said quietly. I had been rude on purpose, out of habit, if nothing else, but his tone reminded me that given what he knew about me, the way we usually interacted might now have become slightly inappropriate.

“Honey, who is it?” My mom’s voice came from the dining hall with that sugary tone that hid her annoyance so well.

“Uhm… it’s just a friend of mine, mom!” I answered loudly enough for her to hear.

“Look Seth, I’m sorry I…” I started dropping my voice back.

“Get your queer ass out here, we need to talk.”

I hesitated thinking, “Fuck! What does he want now?”

“Uhm… ok, gimme a second…” I said reluctantly, knowing all too well that this could not be good. I went back to my parents.

“Mom, Dad! I’m gonna step out for a couple of minutes, ok?” I said in a hurry, trying, without much success not to sound nervous. “Gotta talk to a friend.”

My mom read me and suddenly smiled like she knew something I didn’t.

“Of course, honey!” she patronized me. “Well, tell your girlfriend…” she stressed that word “…that she can come in if she wants to I would love to meet her, you know?” she ended, all smiles and fondness. Yeah, right! My girlfriend. I almost felt sorry for her.

“Mom, it’s nothing like that!” I assured her.

“Suuuure! Whatever you say, hon!” I just rolled my eyes and went out.

He hadn’t moved an inch. He was wearing saggy shorts, a blue t-shirt and a pair of those puffy skate shoes they all seemed to wear.

“Shall we go to the garage?” I suggested.

“Whatever,” he said, giving me attitude.

We got in from the side and I closed the door. “Look, dude, what you saw yesterday…” I started “…it was just a stupid game… I’m… I’m not really a fa… faggot, you know?” I stuttered, and he burst out laughing.

“Hahahaha! Oh faggot, you’re funny, I’ll give you that!” he said, snickering.

“No, look, I mean it… I…” My feeble attempt to defend myself was so lame that it was probably hilarious to watch.

“You’re not a faggot, are you?” he asked me snickering.

“No, I swear I…” but the  moment I started answering he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me around with so much ease.

“Ouch! Dude, stop it!” I said “You’re hurting me, please stop!” I tried to free myself but he had the upper hand.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch! Get on your knees!” He pushed me down and I had to obey, then he roughly pressed my face to his shorts.

“Here! Smell that shit!” he said with clenched teeth, pressing me so hard against his crotch I could hardly breathe. Remember what I told you about my unhealthy curiosity for his package? Well, my face was touching the outline of the cock I had dreamed about for over two years, since 8th grade!

“Yeah, you like that? Huh? You like that? All nice and stinky?” It smelled pretty bad, as expected and I don’t think I need to tell you the effect it had on me, right? It was very similar to Kieran’s or Topher’s but somehow they were all unique. The power they had over me was pretty much the same, though. All the hatred I felt for this guy was simply not there anymore. No, that’s not it. It was still very much there but my body was telling, better yet, screaming to me to be his bitch.

“Yeah…” I whispered and he snickered.

“Hehehe! What was that?” He pulled my hair back so I would look up at him.

“Yeah… I love it…” I said.

“Hahaha! Of course you do, cuz you’re a fucking faggot, that’s why!” and he pressed my face on his junk again for a few seconds.

“Do you wanna see my cock, bitch?” I started nodding eagerly and he laughed again. Then he pulled down his pants and there and then, ladies and gentlemen, my jaw dropped.

“Oh my god!” I said somewhere between a whimper and a laughter.

“Hahaha! Like what you see, faggot?” he asked. He was huge. His dick was fucking huge. It was at least 6 inches soft, cut and it had the most beautiful cock head and two low hanging balls, very similar to Kieran’s but his pubes were dark. I was in awe, completely speechless. He cackled.

“I’ll take it as a yes, hehehehe!!” He slapped my face a couple of times. “Now don’t get too excited, I’m not gonna let you give me head tonight, bitch,” he explained, as arrogant as ever. “I already nutted twice today, so I’m good for now,” he said.

“Oh…” I sounded so disappointed. He snickered, then made a mocking face.

“Yeah, sucks huh? Hahaha!” and he laughed at his own pun. “But the thing is, I gotta piss real bad, you know?” I made a pained expression and looked at him pleadingly. “And since you’re a piss tank, I thought I might give you something to drink! Hehehe!”

“No, please, Seth, no…” Needless to say he loved my desperate tone.

“Oh, come on! If you do it for Jackson you can do it for me, faggot,” he said. Kieran? Did he know about this? What if he didn’t? What was he gonna say if he found out? My endless questions started crowding up my thoughts. I didn’t wanna do it, that’s for sure.

“Please, Seth don’t make me do that…” he slapped me right on the face which stung pretty badly, then grabbed my hair again and pulled it back.

“I know you’re fucking stupid but you’re not stupid enough to piss me off, are you?” He started with a much more dangerous tone. “You know what I can do with a computer, right?” My eyes widened. “That’s right bitch. Now you disobey me one more time and those videos go online on every fucking porn site in the world,” he threatened. “Plus I will make sure everybody at school gets a copy, even the fucking principal, you hear me?” he finished. Paused. Let it sink in. Enjoyed the look of pure panic growing in my eyes, then continued, “Now, I’ll say it one more time. I want you to open your queer mouth, stick your fucking tongue out and beg me to piss down your bitch throat, you goddamn faggot!” I was crying again but I begged him all right. I begged him sniveling like the little wimp I was. What choice did I have? My worst nightmare was becoming reality. I knew he was gonna do something like that, I mean I should have seen it coming. So like I was saying… I begged.

“Please… Please… I wanna drink your piss so badly, please give it to me, please…” I said sobbing and whining. What else is news right? He snickered.

“Hahaha!! Well done, but if you want it that bad put your tongue near my piss slit, come on!” Reluctantly I did and he started pissing right away with a smirk that said it all. Now, I was still pretty new at this and I was out of my comfort zone and this guy was not Kieran. To cut a long story short I couldn’t swallow fast enough and some of his piss dribbled down my chin and splattered the floor right between his feet.

“You can do better than that, bitch! Drink it all! Hahaha!” I did my best, I swallowed as well as I could but the stream was gushing out of his huge dick like a fucking piss cannon, it was difficult. I felt some of it dribble down my neck and wet the collar of my t-shirt. Fuck! How was I gonna explain that to the rents? I tried to swallow faster but it was so fucking hard, I wanted to throw up so bad! Of course I couldn’t.

“Hahahaha! Fucking faggot!” he snickered. He was holding my head in place but he wasn’t even touching his dick. God, I still couldn’t believe how fucking big it was. With his free hand he reached for his phone and I let out a weird, panicked, strangled noise through my nose.

“Keep fucking drinking, you stupid queer!” he ordered me with a threatening, arrogant tone. I swallowed again. Four mouthfuls, five mouthfuls, six mouthfuls. Counting made me feel better for some reason; there was a twisted sense of accomplishment, I guess.

“Yeah, that’s it! Stay right there and drink my fucking piss, fagboy!”  He kept smirking. Seven mouthfuls, eight mouthfuls.

“Hehehe! I bet it tastes awesome, doesn’t it, bitch?” he asked me, I obviously had no way to answer that. I don’t know that awesome would have been my first choice. “Yeah! The perfect drink for homos, right? Hehehe!” he cackled, so amused and entertained by me. There was a ninth mouthful and a tenth but it was smaller. “Hahahaha! That was fucking great, faggot!” he said shaking his huge meat in front of my face getting piss drops all over me.

“You make a pretty good toilet, you know?” he snickered holding his phone so close to my face now. “And I thought you were fucking worthless! Total waste of space, ya know? Guess even faggots are good for something after all, huh?” he said with the most defiling, demeaning attitude someone can possibly use. I didn’t answer and he laughed again.

I kept staring at him with a mixture of fear, horniness and a tad of hatred. He loved that. He smirked down at me then spit right into one of my eyes. I flinched a little.

“Woah! Bull’s eye! Hahahaha!!!” he cackled. I raised my hand but he slapped it away. “No, no! Leave it right there fag! That’s straight boy’s spit! Looks great on your queer face! Hahahaha!” he laughed again. I hated this guy so much but boy was he hot! When he put his dick back in his pants I couldn’t help feeling so fucking disappointed.

“Oh, look, look!” he said pointing down with his finger and with his phone. “I got some piss on my shoes, look!” he urged wildly amused. I looked down and didn’t know what to answer but he didn’t give me time. “Lick it off, faggot.” he ordered me and I gave him a pleading look.

“Please, Seth don’t make…” but he hit me pretty hard on the head.

“Lick that fucking piss off my shoes you stupid queer!” he said louder and I got down, whimpering and starting to lick his shoes. That felt wrong somehow. Kieran had promised me I was gonna have to lick his shoes clean right before I ran my stupid mouth. I felt sad. I wanted so bad for him to be Kieran.

“Good faggot! Now do the other one!” he said after a few seconds. I obeyed, trying to picture Kieran’s voice. “Now lick the drops on the floor!” he ordered and there was nothing I could do but to obey him again. “That’s it, don’t waste a fucking drop,” he said, then squatted and lowered his phone so as to get a good shot of my face. “How does my piss taste, fag?” he asked, amused.

I had to give him what he wanted so I mumbled, “Good…” sobbing again.

“Speak up, queer!”

“It tastes good…” I said a little louder but my voice was shaky from all the sobbing. He laughed.

“Hahaha! Course it does, cuz you’re a…?” he held the question like a grade school teacher with his kids.

For the first time on camera I said, “A faggot…”

“Yep!” he said then spit on the side of my face.

“Smile for the camera, fag, c’m on!” he snickered. I looked around and, still sobbing, I tried to do as he said. The result must have been grotesque, but he laughed again.

“Ah faggot, we’re gonna have so much fun together, you’ll see! Hahaha!” he said switching off his phone camera. He got up and started walking towards the door. “Make sure you lick it good, all right?” he said cheerfully.

“Yes…” I said with my tongue still on the floor.

“Hehehe! I’ll see you around, bitch!” and just like that he was gone.

The garage side door closed behind him and I got up. It took me two seconds to realize I was gonna be sick. I ran for the sink and vomited all his piss mixed with my dinner and I started crying my eyes out. I felt so bad. My chest hurt again worse than ever. Kieran. I wanted my master, I wanted my beautiful, cocky master back! Why did it have to be so painful. I cried and cried for a few minutes, sitting on the floor.

I calmed down after a while, got up, washed my face as best I could then cleaned up the sink. I most certainly didn’t want my parents to find out about that little encounter with Seth Zuckermann.

I was about to get back in the house when my phone buzzed in my jeans pocket. A number I didn’t have was calling.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Toph.” My heart skipped a beat.

“Hi! Is there some news?”

“Yeah, listen, I’m at the skate slopes in the park, I’m just about done training,” he said. “Meet me at the old ice cream parlor, do you know it?”

“Yeah…”

“Good, see you there in five!” he said.

“Yeah but…” but he had already hung up.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He had spoken to him, for sure. What had he told him? I ran back in the house and quickly told my mom I was going out for half an hour or so. She did NOT like that so I had to give her a little attitude she really didn’t deserve. She liked that even less. I went out anyways, I was gonna worry about that later.

I took my bike and got there as fast as I could. The old ice cream parlor. My parents used to take me there all the time when it was up and running. Now it was abandoned. It was about 7:30 and there was still light. He wasn’t there yet so I waited. My heart was pounding partly because of what had gone down with Seth, partly because of the mad cycling and partly because I was dying to know what Kieran had told him. I was so nervous.

“Hey fag!” I jumped out of my skin. He looked at me amused.

“What the fuck, man, I just said ‘Hey fag’!” he said spreading his hands. He was drenched in sweat, literally, he must have been skating for a while because he was panting a little.

“I’m… I’m sorry Sir, I’m a little shaken…” I said apologetically. He frowned probably asking himself why, then raised his eyebrows.

“Whatever…” he said and I wasted no time.

“So h… how did it go with Kieran?” He made a face.

“Well he’s pissed all right,” he started and my heart sank. “Look man, he said he’d think about it but…” He paused and shrugged a little. “…I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you,” he finished and I closed my eyes in desperation.

“Can this day get any worse?” I sobbed in a voice so pained with frustration.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” he asked me a little aggressively. I dried a tear with the back of my hand then looked at him and sighed.

“I’m sorry Sir…” I apologized again “…it’s just that…” I said. He rolled his eyes.

“C’mon Fag, spit it out! What’s up?” He pressed, shaking me a little with his commanding voice.

“Well, you see… Zuckermann came to my house half an hour ago…” I started telling him what had happened.

When I finished, he said, “Wow, that guy doesn’t waste any time, huh?” He was even half smiling. No shocked faces, no ‘I’m sorry he was such a dick,’ nothing. He couldn’t care less about the fact that I’d been forced to do it or how it made me feel. He probably didn’t even see what the problem was. I don’t really know why I was even just a tad surprised, he was one of Kieran’s friends after all. In the split second while I was thinking all of that I noticed his expression changing a little. He made a slightly disgusted look. “Knowing him I bet he drank like crazy just to have you swallow a gallon of piss, huh?” he said totally missing why I was upset but knowing his friend well enough to judge.

“Probably…” I said, taking the question pretty seriously “ I don’t know… it was like ten mouthfuls…” I told him earnestly, like that was a perfectly legitimate unit of measure. He made a disgusted face.

“You counted them?” He asked amused. I nodded and he shook his head like he always did with me.

“Dude, that’s fucking sick!” he said to me like I was the one who had had the piss-drinking idea in the first place. I didn’t tell him I had thrown up, somehow it didn’t feel right. I just shrugged.

“He recorded every single thing on his phone,” I continued miserably, trying to explain why I felt so bad. He seemed unfazed by that, he simply shrugged.

“Can’t be worse than those other videos.” I lowered my head depressed. Again, I don’t know why I was looking for some sympathy.

“C’m on, cheer the fuck up, fag!” he said rolling his eyes. “You’ll be fine!”

“You really think so?” I asked really skeptically.

“Yeah, yeah…”  he said unconcerned. “Now c’m on, I wanna nut before dinner, let’s go to the toilets,” and he started towards the back of the building. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that was the real reason he had called me there. He could have told me about Kieran on the phone but obviously he ‘wanted to nut,’ so…

“Y…yes Sir…!” I followed him. There was a public restroom that I seriously doubted anyone had cleaned in over a decade. Ok, maybe not that long but you get my point, right? We got in.

It reeked of piss. No, that doesn’t even start to describe it. The smell was so strong it almost choked me, plus it was like 300 degrees in there. It was empty.

Topher suddenly turned around and asked me, “Did you wash your mouth after drinking Zuck’s piss?” with the same slightly disgusted tone.

“Uhm… I guess…” I hesitated, trying to remember.

“You guess?” he told me with a raised eyebrow. “You better be sure, fag, cuz I ain’t using that mouth till it’s clean.” He wasn’t particularly mean to me but he said that like it was obvious.

“Uhm… I’ll wash it now?” I suggested pointing to the filthy sinks on the opposite sides from the stools.

“Yeah, you do that, I’m gonna take a leak,” he said. For the second time that day I heard him piss. It was such a nice sound. I don’t know why but I knew I wouldn’t have minded being his urinal. Not like Zuckermann’s.

“Come on fag, I’m in a hurry!” Topher said without turning.

“Yeah, I’m sorry…” I said going next to him.

“Get in the stool.” I did. He looked around, then entered and closed the door. The floor was basically covered in piss and we were both standing in it. I looked at it a little disgusted.

“Man this place is fucking gross,” Topher complained, noticing the same thing. Obviously my inferiority complex kicked in, right on cue.

“That’s not a problem, Sir! I’m just a stupid faggot bitch… see?” I said it using my girlish, adoring tone and kneeled down in front of him and my knees got wet with an entire day’s worth of guys taking leaks and aiming badly. “It doesn’t matter if I get dirty,” I finished. He made a pretty disgusted face, then shook his head, shrugging in amusement.

“Fuck, I’m soooo glad I’m not you!” he said and I smiled.

“Yeah, Kieran said the same thing.” He smiled.

“I’ll bet!” then “Come on, do you wanna lick the piss off, first?” he asked practically, like he thought he was giving me a treat. I nodded eagerly.

“Yes Sir!”

“Stick your tongue out,” he said taking his soft cock in his hands and starting to pass his wet piss slit all over my tongue and lips. He did that for a few seconds, then he put a hand on my head and fed me his sweaty, stinky meat with decision.

“Alright, I gotta get home, I’m just gonna facefuck you real quick!” he informed me and started to move his hips without even remotely pretending to give me time to reply. His dick grew big pretty fast and I managed to choke just three or four times before he came deep down my throat, grunting. He let go of my head after the last few shots and I started cleaning him diligently right after swallowing. He was dripping sweat as was I.

“Whoa! It feels so fucking good,” he mumbled.

I let go of his tasty cock and said, “For me too Sir, I love it!” He snickered.

“I wish chicks were that much into giving head! Hehe!” I smiled, bitterly. I was obviously not the best option for him and I knew that, but it bummed me out all the same. He didn’t notice, he was putting it back in his pants.

“All right, I’m gonna jet.” he said. “Wait in here a few minutes before you come out, all right?” he told me, maybe afraid that people would see him with me? I don’t know.

“Uhm… yeah, sure…” I answered.

“Oh, and I’m gonna need you to blow me in the morning as well,” he added as an afterthought.

“Yes Sir, I’ll come to your house,” I told him eagerly. He smiled.

“Good. Ten o’clock. Don’t come earlier,” he said “If you do, this time I AM gonna kick your ass, got it fag?” he joked.

“Got it, Sir.”

“Cool! See ya tomorrow!” he said and he was already out the door.

To be continued …

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Naughty Bard

Naughty Bard is obviously a pseudonym. Somehow I feel way freer writing the stuff I write about and knowing that my identity is safe. What I can tell you about myself is that I am Italian born, brought up in the States and currently live in Italy. I have a degree in foreign languages and literatures and a master in linguistics. I have always loved reading, since I was a little kid and I later discovered that well written sex stories are incredibly arousing to me. So I started writing my own, filling them with all the kinks I love. What I write about is mostly fantasy, even though sometimes I use fragments of my own experiences.
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