Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 12:39:06 +0000
From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com
Subject: A Strange Twist, by Peter Pumpkin Eater

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A Strange Twist by Peter Pumpkin Eater

Part 1 Small Beginnings.

I still wake in a cold sweat, re-living the kicking down of my front door,
13, yes 13 policemen, plus that evil bitch from Social Services. Someone
had told them that I was a Paedophile, "an endless stream of boys in and
out of my house, many staying overnight" Social Services were there because
the "informant" had told them that there was a boy there that night. That
much was of course all lies.

My computers seized, I had a total of 16 PC's, Macs and Laptops! (That in
itself was proof for them, they had already decided that I was a predatory
paedophile). 2 computers were up to date, modern working internet capable
machines, the rest were computer history, a Mac plus from 1986, a Macintosh
II from 1987 a Quadra 700 from '91 a PowerBook 100 also vintage '91. Then
there was my TRS80 from 1977, and other, to me, priceless relics of the
growth of the computer age.

All my games consoles were also seized, in case I had stored indecent
images on them, my photographic stuff, all the unexposed film and paper I
had for my darkroom, the list goes on. They processed all of my film stock,
even the bulk pack of very expensive IR 35mm film which was still in an
unopened manufacturers sealed package!

I guess I was a paedophile, of sorts, with some very unusual tastes, on
which I had NEVER acted, at least never with anyone under age. I'm a sub,
ultra submissive, but with a twist, the only type of Dom that I was
interested in would be a boy between 12 and 16, preferably prepubescent,
certainly shaved. I was lucky to find a couple of like-minded guys online
and they met up with me in Holland for a trip of a lifetime, for me, where
we went to a club that specialised in my fetish. The Doms there all looked
and acted as if they were in my AOA, despite them all being of legal
age. My week there cost me more than my house had, but I was supplied with
photographic memories of my stay, showing what appeared to be under aged
boys going through the whole gambit of S&M games, and loving every second
of it!

I had one other questionable image on my PC, which I had done a hell of a
lot of Photoshop work on. It had originally been taken at a club in London
and the Dom was about 21 or 22, and looked it. I Photoshopped a face which
I had blended together from many other faces on line, a body pic of a kid I
had photographed at LegoLand, and prepubescent genitals which I had created
from imagination. I was convinced, especially as I could prove, through the
various layers that made up the picture, that it was not a genuine image,
but a "work of art"!

Long story short the Director of Public Prosecutions (or is that
Persecutions?) did not accept my explanation of the age of the persons in
the pictures from Holland, and unbeknownst to me the creation of an
artificial image representing a child in a sexual pose is also a crime! So
much for Art! My lawyer, who was himself Gay and sympathetic to my case,
contacted the place in Holland and 2 of the Doms from there were happy, at
a price, to come and give evidence. One almost got himself locked up when
he offered to strip in court to prove that he looked like a 12 year old
when nude, but all of those charges were thrown out.

I was convicted of making a pseudo indecent image of a child and handed
down 5 hours community service, but was placed on the sex offenders
register for life, the community service was an interesting experience, and
I met a 19 year old who was happy to make himself look younger for me for
some fun, but it never really did anything for me. My defence in court, and
the witnesses from Holland cost me my house and the conviction cost me my
job, I was an IT technician and our company worked on contract to the local
council, and in several schools, not a job for a convicted sex offender.

The story had made national headlines and though a lot of people were
sympathetic I was harassed by a number of morons who thought that Lynch
Mobs were the answer for anyone who did not fit in with their Hetro, lager
swilling, wife beating life style. I moved into a small apartment and
started to work for myself, still in IT, and after the return of my
computers, minus the hard drives, was able to repair and restore all but
the TRS80, which had been dropped by some clumsy plod, who claimed that it
was already damaged when he seized it.

One Saturday night I left on foot to buy a bottle of wine, luckily, and
while I was away my apartment, and my van, were torched by the anti paedo
brigade. The sad thing is there were other people in the building,
including a family who all had hearing impediments. They were allerted to
the fire too late and all 3 of them died. I was devastated that my actions
from the past should have caused the deaths of a whole family.

The Police stepped in and arranged for me to be moved to the other end of
the country, and despite my status as a sex offender I was granted
permission to change my name to avoid any further problems.

I was rehomed in a small Sussex village, where no one knew me, or so I
thought, in a lovely apartment with a view over the beach. Ironic that
someone who was "a danger to kids" should be rehomed, with help from the
police, in a place that would have allowed him, to watch and photograph
kids on the beach from the windows of his new home. I was lucky to find a
computer shop that was closing down in the same village, the owner had
reached 65 and was off to Portugal, funnily enough to perv at and enjoy the
company of the hot Portuguese boys in a small coastal resort there.

The house I moved into had 6 apartments, 4 of which were home to
pensioners, the 5th apartment was home to a very pleasant couple with a son
of about 13 or 14. I have to say the boy, though he appeared to be a
spoiled brat, was certainly a looker. The mental images I had of him,
especially when he went to the beach to play in the skimpiest of speedos,
were fodder enough to keep my nights from getting dull. All was again well
with the world, or so I thought.



Part 2

 An Even Bigger shock



I had been living there for about 9 or 10 months, business was good and I
had built up a reputation for low cost and efficient computer repairs, most
of my custom coming from the mainly over 60 year old residents of our sea
side town. I was disturbed at breakfast one morning by a knock at the
door. There had been quite a lot of shouting from downstairs for the last 3
or 4 days and seeing my downstairs neighbour through the spy hole in my
door I assumed he was there to apologise.

I opened the door and smiled "Hi Tom, what can I do for you?" I asked
inviting him into my kitchen diner.

He hesitated "It's a rather delicate matter" he paused again, "I know who
you really are, I have read your records and pretty much know all about
your troubles!"

The room span around me, I grabbed at a chair and missed, crashing to the
floor. 'Oh God' I thought, 'not again'. My mouth was moving, but no sounds
came out.

"Shit man I'm sorry, I could have worded that a little better, you have
nothing to fear, I have no intention of causing you any more troubles" he
quickly told me, trying to re assure me. "You don't know what I do for a
living do you?" he asked.

Still unable to speak I weakly shook my head 'No'

"I am a Police Intelligence Liaison Officer" he told me and then joked "I
know, how can you put the words Police and intelligence in one sentence?"

I smiled weakly.

"You know our son Markus?" he asked, causing me to panic again, "well
Markus has a problem that is the Ying to your Yang!"

He paused for a moment to let this sink in; "He is Gay, and a Dominant
interested in older men. We have tried to get him to restrict himself to
'normal' gay stuff with kids his age, or even with young adults who we feel
we can trust. The fights that you must have heard the last 2 or 3 days were
because he brought a man home and locked him in a large blanket trunk in
his room. It was only when we heard the man coughing that we discovered him
tied up in there. He does not want to press charges, in fact he didn't even
want to be let go free, something you might understand better than we do?"

"Why are you telling me all of this?" I managed to croak, my brain sounding
all the alarms of a trap, and yet praying that I was going to hear the
answer that I have always prayed for.

"We, that is my wife, Markus and I have all agreed that, if you were
interested, Markus could spend some time with you. We have spoken to his
therapist who thinks that the best thing for Markus would be to be allowed
to act out his fantasies in a controlled environment. Look what I am asking
is, would you please become my sons 'part time' slave?"

When he said those words 2 things happened, I orgasmed, the most powerful
orgasm I had ever experienced to date and I passed out.

The next thing I remembered was a Paramedic holding smelling salts under my
nose and holding me still as I came too.

"What the hell happened?" I asked, my voice coming from somewhere distant.

"Erm.. Well sir" an obviously embarrassed Paramedic started, "your
neighbours downstairs heard you fall, from the sofa here, and came to see
what the matter was, they found you in a slightly embarrassing position
with this book in your hand, and your clothes covered in your ejaculate!"
he told me handing me an off the shelf straight, soft, porn mag!

I looked across at Tom and Bev, who were smiling at me and Tom winked, "You
gave us quite a fright, which must have been some orgasm you had!"

You could have cooked toast off my face it was so hot.

"We need to pop out for a bit, but if you like Markus has said he would be
happy to sit with you for a bit. He knows what happened and is very mature
for his age, so don't worry about him asking awkward questions!" Tom
continued.

"If someone will stay with him then we're happy to leave him at home, but
any more dizzy spells and you call an ambulance right away! Got that?" the
paramedic said, partly to me, and partly to an angelic looking Markus.

"Yes Sir" the boy replied, with a wink to me.

The medics helped me to my bedroom and asked if I needed help to undress
for bed but I saw Markus shake his head at me so I said "No thanks, I'll
stay dressed as long as the boy is in the house, don't want any
misunderstandings!"

Tom and Markus both grinned at this and I was left alone with the boy.

Markus went and made sure that the door was locked and that we were
alone. "Dad has told you of his plan?" he asked me.

"Yes Markus, but I am still not sure, if someone found out I would be in
jail for a very long time."

"No one ever will find out, not unless YOU tell them!"

"What exactly is it that you want from me?" I asked, as the boy stared
pointedly at the growing bulge in my sweat pants.

"I want you to teach me everything that you did at that place in Holland,
and maybe even take me there one day! I don't want you to do anything that
you don't really want to deep down, but I do want to be in control of you
when we are together. To cover us with the neighbours you are going to be
my 'Baby Sitter' and also give me extra tuition, especially in IT and
Maths, my worst subjects at school."

"If and it's a very big IF, I agree to this then we have to set some ground
rules that we both have to stick to. Firstly there has to be a safe
word,..."

"Of course, I'm not stupid" he interrupted, "and dad has got you this" he
said handing me a box. Inside was a wrist watch with a red button on the
side. "If you want me to stop and I don't, or I'm not actually in the room
with you, you can simply press the button and Dad will get an instant text
telling him to come to your help. We got it for my Granddad before he
passed on last year, but he never wore it."

Markus pressed the button and within seconds there was a banging at the
door, Markus let his parents in.

"Good that works then, though it might be an idea for us to have a key?"
Tom asked.

"What happens if you change your minds about this, if you get a conscience
about letting your under aged son play sex games with a convicted sex
offender?" I asked bluntly.

"We have asked Markus's therapist and our family lawyer to come over and
make it 'official', if you agreed to it all. You just need to spell out
your terms, part of the deal is waiting downstairs in our hallway" he added
darkly.

"Make it official?" I asked, unsure of what he meant.

"We want to sign a release, absolving you of all responsibilities, and give
you a copy, along with a video recording of us all agreeing to the terms."
He explained.

"And what do you mean with spell out my terms?" I questioned.

"We don't expect you to give your time for free!" Bev told me, as if I was
asking the most obvious of things.

"Look" I said, seriously offended, "I'm not a prostitute, I would never
charge. If I agree to it all it will be because I believe that it will help
Markus sort his life out!"

"No, no but if you baby sit and give Markus tuition then we will pay you."

There was a knock at my door, and Markus dashed to open it, letting 2 men
in, one obviously a lawyer and the other clearly some sort of shrink!

The meeting was the strangest one I had ever attended, and once it was all
wrapped up I had agreed to look after Markus, and his very special needs,
and give him some extra tuition in Maths and IT. Suddenly I stopped.

"We can't have anything in writing about the tuition, I'm on the sex
offenders register, I'm not allowed to work with kids!"

"Ah yes I believe your name was removed from the register at 12.50 today,"
the lawyer told me, "I called in some favours, and since your conviction
was on a technicality, and now 5 years have passed it was removed. Sadly
you still would fail a CRB check, but at least you will be legal helping
Markus with his homework! If you give me your email address I can have my
office send you a copy of the removal notice right away."

I once more felt dizzy and Bev quickly got me a glass of water. "Here,
drink this, it's been a bit of a shock to you I guess?"

"Do you think you can manage the stairs? We have something for you in our
place"

"I don't think I'd better right now, I still feel a bit wonky on my feet!"
I replied truthfully.

"I'll go and get them then" Markus offered, dashing off like the whirlwind
of energy that he is.

The lawyer and the shrink said their goodbyes and Tom went to help
Markus. Soon there was a pile of 20 boxes in my living room. I wondered if
perhaps it was S&M gear for the games ahead but Markus handed me the
smallest of the boxes and told me to open it. Imagine my surprise, and joy,
when I found a mint TRS80 inside, with loads of extra bits and bobs. The
other boxes contained examples of almost all of the vintage computer stuff
that I had lost in that fateful fire; "How, where, what?" I managed to
stammer.

"Dad used his influence to get these from the Police Auction sites, they
were delivered today, they were seized from people who did not get them
back, and should have been auctioned off!" Markus told me excitedly, "after
you have had a rest, and you have told me what Dad needs to order for our
baby sitting, you must show me what they all do!"

"Yes Sir!" I answered jokingly.

"You had better get used to it Boy" he told me, "And just so you know, when
we are behind closed doors, unless I tell you otherwise, you will be
naked!"

"I think this is our cue to leave dear" Bev told her husband

"No Mum, I need him to know that I mean it" and then turning to me, "WHAT
you are still dressed? That is going to cost you boy!"

"Sorry Sir!" I told my new master and quickly stripped.

"Mum, Dad, please look at him, I want him to be ashamed of what he did,
being rude and lazy!"

Tom and Bev looked across at me, naked kneeling on the floor, legs spread
as far as I could and hands behind my head. They both shook their heads and
turned to leave, but not before Tom had to adjust his package!



Part 3. Getting to Know You.



 Markus grinned at me "Like it Boy?" he teased brushing across my straining
cock head with the leather end of a riding crop that I had hanging on the
wall in my lounge.

"Yes Sir!" I replied instinctively.

"It's OK" he grinned, "you can come out of character now, but the naked
when we are alone rule still applies!"

I sighed with relief, it had been a while since I had last been made to
adopt the position for any length of time and it's bloody hard work
kneeling still, legs spread and hands up behind the head.

Markus patted the sofa next to him and said "Please can you tell me how you
came to like being a slave?"

"Sure, that way you will know what turns me on, and what things I most
definitely won't do!"

"Do you mind if I get naked too? It feels odd sitting here dressed with you
naked, at least when we are not playing!"

"I was sort of hoping you might say that!" I told him, "but be sure of one
thing, I will NEVER ask you to do anything for me, unless it's like 'Master
I've been a naughty boy, please will you punish me?'"

Markus stood in front of me and started to do a sexy strip, singing out the
strippers' song as he went. Shirt off I had to hold myself back, not to
touch his hot pert nipples, but I had an agreement to uphold, nothing was
to be started by me!

"Oh, before you start, 2 things, would you drink my, you know from my cock?
I've seen that on porn and it looks so hot, I really want to piss into your
open mouth and watch you drink it!"

"Well that's one thing, and YES damned right I would, any time you tell me
to! What's the other thing?"

"Umm" he faltered, going beet red," would you lick my bum hole too?"

"Again YES, and it's called rimming, I love to rim a guy, even if he's just
a little bit mucky down there! One thing I WON'T do is eating skat, or
shit, not in big hot, or worse still cold lumps!"

"Yurgh!! People really eat shit?" He asked, with a comical look of
amazement on his sweet face.

"That and more, trust me! Oh and if you want me to drink your piss, or want
to piss all over me you don't need to go into character, I'd do that at any
time, and anywhere I thought I could get away with it!"

"So tell me how it all started please" he coaxed, as he finally dropped his
shorts, he was commando underneath and my cock jumped at the sight. A
perfect boy cock, just a couple of hairs and nice bean sized balls still
fairly close to his body.

"If you are sure, it's quite a story, and you may not like to hear some of
it?" I started, "my first experiences were with either my Uncle or our
Dentist, I am not sure who was first. I was 7 and Uncle told our dentist,
or the dentist told my uncle. Either way they both raped me, and kept me
quiet with threats of what other dentists would do to me if I told! I do
know that both hurt me a hell of a lot, and that should have turned me away
from man-boy sex, but for some reason I kept going back to my Uncle, hoping
that this time he would be nice to me, he never was!"

"Fuck man, that really sucks!" Markus commented, though I did notice him
chubbing up and starting to play with himself a bit!

"Right from the very first time, as soon as he had fucked me he made me
suck him clean, my shit and his cum, plus any lube he might have used on
rare occasions! All the time it was drilled into me that it was 'Our
Secret' and no one else must ever hear of it. He had 7 kids in all, and
every Friday they would all have to line up, almost naked, for any
punishments that they had 'earned' through the past week. If I was there
visiting (on my own, not with my parents) I was expected to join the
line-up, and he would always find some excuse to spank me. He would always
spank three times and then rest his hand on the burning cheeks and force a
dry finger into either the bum of the boys or the bum or cunt of the
girls. Sometimes he would get carried away and finger-fuck one of us, boy
or girl, until the lucky victim orgasmed, or at least climaxed!"

"I think it was these public abuse that turned me off girls, especially
when I saw him finger-fuck his then 14 year old daughter for allowing her
period to drip through to her knickers. Once she reached her shuddering
climax he made her lick his fingers clean. My spanking that night was for
leaving the room to go to the bathroom and throw up! He tried to make me
eat out my cousins' pussy but that was the only time his wife ever stopped
him, she had a black eye and a limp the next day at breakfast!"

"I want to kill him, tell Dad and he'll get him done in, I know he would!"

"No need, but I'll come to that. He also used to take me to meet his mates,
and sold my ass for beer money. I once tried telling my mum, she thought I
was lying, how could my own Uncle do things like that to anyone? I got a
spanking at home, and then she took me round to him so I could say sorry
for telling lies. Next time he had me alone he had at least 10 men fuck me
in quick succession, then he told my mum that I had been playing about with
the saddle on my bike, and broken it off, and the injuries to my bum were
caused by my slipping onto the saddle post!"

Markus turned his head away and I could tell he was sobbing; "I think I'd
better stop, I did warn you it was not a pleasant story!" I soothed him.

"NO FUCK IT I need to hear what happened. I don't think I can do the slave
stuff with you though, not after hearing that!" he spat.

I hugged him to me "Markus, sweet Markus, you need to hear the rest then,
to know why I need you to be MY master!"

I hugged him tightly, regretting telling him, but knowing that he had to
hear it all, to understand me. Slowly his sobbing quietened down and he
whispered "Then please tell me the rest of your story, if you think it will
make me understand?"

"One of the men he sold me to was different, he was a very gentle man
Dennis was his name, a teacher as it turned out, and he didn't want to hurt
me, or make me do anything I didn't like. On more than one occasion we
didn't even undress, let alone have sex, though my Uncle, when he found out
just beat me all the more, for not giving the customers a proper
service. Then my cousin suddenly was shipped off to other relations in
Australia, I was stopped from going to my Uncles and was taken to see a
really weird doctor. I found out many years later he had got his daughter
pregnant and the whole abuse shit had come out. He went to prison, where he
was so badly beaten he was in intensive care for more than 3 months, and
now needs a wheelchair."

"Serve him right too, I hope he dies soon!" Markus said, still seething
with anger.

I hugged him again and whispered "Markus having so much hate inside can
make a person ill, I believe in Karma, everyone gets what they deserve in
the end! I do know he is in a lot of pain and very, very lonely, there is
not much left for someone in a wheelchair, especially if, like him, he has
had his genitals so badly damaged that masturbation is no longer possible."

He snuggled up to me and moved my hand down and made rubbing movements with
it, so I gently stroked him. "I remember the feeling of loss when there was
no one there to do stuff to me, I had grown used to it and needed it by
then"

"How old were you then?" he interrupted.

"9 or 10, I was still in primary school. Anyway we moved house, again I
found out years later it was to get away from the gossips who were
wondering how my parents could allow me to associate with such a
pervert. On my first day at my new school I was very happy to recognise my
new class teacher, Dennis, or Mr Hart to give him his correct name. There
was a meeting with my Mum (Dad was always away with his work) Mr Hart and
the weirdo shrink that I was having to see. The shrink, as part of his
"cure" for whatever he thought was wrong with me, always had us kids naked
in the sessions. If we did anything which caused us boys to get hard he
wanted to know about it, and why it made us hard. I did a lot of 1 on 1
sessions with him too, where he got me to show him EXACTLY what my Uncle,
and the other men had made me do! After 4 or 5 sessions we gave up all
pretence and as soon as I was in his room he would drop his pants and I'd
be sucking him, or he'd be fucking me. His cock was about 6 inches long,
way shorter than that of my Uncle, and most of the other men, and not much
fatter than my finger. He could fuck me without any effort and when he was
done he always used to lick me out, making sure that no tell-tale stains
appeared on my underwear! At first he was not keen on me sucking him off
after he had fucked me, but he soon realised that it was one of the things
I needed. He also started to introduce me to some bondage, both in the 1 on
1 sessions and in some of the group sessions. It was about this time that I
had my first cum, that was into Dennis's mouth, for which I am eternally
grateful. Dennis loved me, and would always make sure that I got pleasure
from our meetings. He started to give me extra lessons, at his home, as the
old school I went to had taught a different curriculum and there was a lot
I needed to catch up on (so he told my parents!)."

"A bit like you and me then?" Markus asked, cheering up a bit at last.

"Well sort of, except my parents had no idea. Anyway I stayed in touch with
Dennis and when I was 17 or 18 he asked me if I would like to help his
grandson, who, just like you, wanted to own his personal man slave. I
eventually agreed and, telling my parents I needed to live nearer to
college I moved into the flat next door to Dennis's. Richard, the grandson,
was living with Dennis, due to his parents having a messy divorce. Both
Dennis and I became his slaves, though he would never spank his Granddad, I
encouraged him to make up for it on me. Dennis had a quite large collection
of gay magazines, including a lot of bondage ones and Richard would look
stuff up in there, and then make us do it. I was studying electronics at
college and Richard had me find out how to make a circuit to give small,
safe, electroshocks, which he enjoyed using on my cock, balls and even
inserted into my ass, to shock my prostate. Other toys he had us make, we
had to make all the things he used to 'torture' us ourselves, included
weights to clip onto our tits, cock and balls, the whips and paddles that
he spanked me with and he had me steal some nursing text books from the
library, (stealing is one thing I will NOT do again) so he could learn how
to insert and control a catheter into our bladders."

"What's that when it's at home?" Markus asked, getting progressively harder
and harder.

I went to my bathroom cupboard and fetched a catheter kit, along with an
enema as I was sure that question would soon come up too. "This is a
catheter, this tube goes up through the slit in the penis and into the
bladder. It is fixed by filling this tiny balloon with salt water and then
a tap here controls when, and how much the victim can pee. It has to be
done very carefully as mistakes can be harmful, to the point of killing
someone if untreated! We also had to make dildos and butt plugs, and if he
thought we had not made one big enough he would spank me. I sometimes used
to swap the things that Dennis had made for smaller ones, just so I would
get spanked for him, I loved that!"

"Would you like me to spank you now?" Markus asked me, with a slightly
worried look on his face.

"Sir" I said falling back into character, "It is not up to me, or what I
would like, if my master wants to spank me, or thinks I need to be spanked
then I have no say in it"

"If you DID have a say in it, what would you like to do?" he insisted.

"I'm getting to a point where I will need a piss soon, so if my master were
to put the catheter in to me, and then spank me, perhaps also putting me
into the bath or shower and pissing on me, all the time stopping me from
emptying my bladder. If my master would like that, then I too would get
something from it!"

Markus grinned, then turning serious for a second "You will put the
catheter in yourself, until I have learned how to do it" he ordered, then
he opened his bag which I had not noticed before and drew out some items.

A thick studded leather dog collar and a leather leash which his put around
my neck. I almost shot my load as he did this because his sweet cock kept
poking into my eye and nose! Then he pulled out a pair of filthy 'tighty
whiteys' which he had obviously been using as a cum rag, as well as having
both piss stains and some skid marks on it. "This is to keep you quiet
while I spank you" he warned me.

"Thank you master!" I offered.

Then he pulled out another harness and leash from the pet store, the size
sold for ferrets and weasels he tried to fit it onto my cock, but hard I
was way too big to fit in. Ever resourceful he went to the kitchen and
fetched a jug of cold water, with ice cubes in, again I almost shot my
load, `this boy knows just how to mistreat his slave' I thought.

He tugged on the leash and took me to the bathroom where he told me to
insert the catheter.

"Sir, if I may point out, it is better to insert the catheter into a penis
that is not hard, it's safer too!"

On hearing that he simply held the jug of iced water up and pushed my cock
into it. I was leaking loads of precum and a little piss escaped too at the
cold shock, but it did the trick. He was quickly able to attach the ferret
harness around my cock and balls separating the balls nice and tightly in
the sack and restricting the growth possibilities of my cock
considerably. Since I started to chub up a little again he plunged me back
into the ice water and told me to show him how I insert a piss tube.

Once catheterised I showed him how the tap (or stop cock as he called it)
worked and he turned on all of the taps and the shower; "I know running
water makes me always want to piss" he said with a grin.

Then he showed his true colours by handing me the jug of iced water,
complete with my precum and piss, "Drink it all NOW boy!" he commanded as
he flicked the end of the leather dog leash across my hardening cock. If I
had not been wearing the tube I would have cum all over the bathroom as it
was I yelped and he stuffed the tasty, dirty, undies into my mouth.

"Drink it through the gag, to make sure you get the full flavour!"

I drank quite a bit before he took the jug from me again and told me not to
move. I heard him go to the kitchen and he returned with several cans of
coke which he drank one after the other. I was given the jug once more and
told to finish it, which I did, with some difficulty. By now the pressure
in my bladder was becoming deliciously painful and suddenly he tilted my
head back, stood on the rim of the bathtub, and let a strong stream of
fairly weak flavoured piss go into my mouth I swallowed as much as I could,
but some ran out of my mouth. He then finished his pissing off into my face
and turned offering me his perfect ass to rimm.