Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 05:01:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Vincent Vincent Subject: Penance - Chapter 3 First, the basics: This is a work of fiction. Those who are underage or for any other reason should not be reading sexually explicit material, close this window. For those who don't recognize the character of Mitchell, he was last seen in a previous story, "Fagboy and Fagdad," also here on Nifty. Copyright 2011. Any praise, criticism, or comments are to be sent to me: Not_your_Typical_Master@yahoo.com Enjoy! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= October 4th This evening after dinner, YOU sat on the couch with YOUR legs spread and suggested (though there was no doubt it was an order) that I sit between them, facing YOU. I had no choice but to stare at the crotch of YOUR jeans and try not to drool at the thought of servicing YOUR cock and balls. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing YOUR beautiful ass. It took more composure than I thought I had to keep myself from dropping my face to YOUR crotch and beg, sobbing, for leniency I know I do not deserve. The taste of YOUR cum and the recent discovery of the taste of YOUR piss called out to me like ancient sirens beckoning sailors to their doom. I could do nothing but stare at the crotch of YOUR jeans and slobber like some imbecile. My desperate hunger no doubt aroused YOU because YOUR cock softly but visibly pulsed in YOUR jeans. I couldn't help but moan, which made YOU chuckle cruelly. I am learning to enjoy being ridiculed for YOUR entertainment. Anything that pleases YOU is an honor and a joy for me to accomplish. If it puts that beautiful smile on YOUR face, I am proud to be the cause of it. Even, and increasingly so, especially, at my own expense. After an hour of this magnificent torture came the final blow. YOU instructed me to hit the Mac and find some cute boy to suck YOU off before YOU went to bed. I scrambled onto Craigslist and put out an ad begging all the local boys to give YOU pleasure. I posted a photo of YOUR mouth-watering cock as well as one of my face, explaining that I would be kneeling in the corner, head down, in case YOU or he wanted something. I shamelessly explained how wonderful a joy it is to suck YOUR delicious prick and explained that I was being denied that pleasure because of My unworthiness and lack of discipline. Thankfully, a hungry cocksucker soon answered. I looked at his face and hoped YOU will find him attractive enough to face fuck. He is certainly far younger and more attractive than I am. He said he was 32, and I thought he was hot (he's a red-headed ginger), but it's only YOUR opinion that matters. I know YOU have settled for less than YOU deserve because YOU have allowed me that honor, at least before I fucked things up. I hoped YOU find his skills worth YOUR trouble. He arrived about 30 minutes later and I led him into YOUR bedroom. I knelt on the floor, head down, not daring to witness this stranger giving YOU the pleasure I have been denied. YOU rested comfortably on YOUR lounge chair, legs spread, and he knelt between them, opening his mouth, and engulfed YOUR cock with a loud moan, humming around YOUR meat. I knelt listening to his slurps, gurgles and gags as YOU took YOUR pleasure from his mouth and throat. I do not know how long YOU allowed him to service YOU, but it seemed like it was around an hour and a half. I know he got YOU close a few times and YOU had him worship YOUR nuts as YOUR urge to cum subsided. Eventually YOU shot your load deep down his throat. I could hear him gagging and retching while you apparently held him in place. Once YOUR flow subsided, YOU allowed him to rise up from YOUR cock and catch his breath. Hearing YOUR pleasure and not being able to be a part of it was devastating. I wanted to sob but held it in, both for my own pride and to not be a distraction for YOU. I prayed that YOU would allow me to kiss him and suck some of YOUR cum out of his mouth, but that was not the case. Instead, YOU asked him if he wanted to cum. He said yes, that sucking YOU off gave him a huge boner. YOU told him he could fuck my face if he wished. YOUR cocksucker stood in front of me and grabbed my head to impale it onto his drooling dick. He grabbed my ears, using them as handles as he fucked my head, like he was jerking off using my mouth and throat to get off. I tried to convince myself that since he'd just swallowed YOUR cum, it would be like YOUR seed was just going through him and would be coming out of his cock, but I wouldn't believe the lie. Instead I just felt used, insignificant, unworthy of YOUR use, a mere suckhole for some nameless cocksucker to use to empty his nuts. I ached to be used by YOU just as how he was using me... but since it wasn't YOU, it wasn't worthwhile. Not that it matters. What matters is that YOU were teaching me my place. Envying the guy who is allowed the joy of sucking YOUR cock, sliding his tongue around YOUR foreskin, and eventually nourishing off YOUR sweet cum, and then being used by that same guy as his stupid suck-monkey while YOU watch, snickering at my frustration and humiliation. Thank YOU so much for the opportunity to entertain YOU. If it did entertain YOU, I will gladly do it again and again. Anything that pleases or amuses YOU. Anything. October 12th It is impossible to live without the taste of YOUR piss. Sure, I can survive without it, but there's no desire to do so. To live without the taste of YOU is mere existence. Last week while YOU were home and I was scrubbing YOUR toilet clean, YOU needed to drain YOUR bladder. YOU didn't let me stop YOU. YOU sauntered into the bathroom, lowered my head into the bowl, and pissed all over the back of my head. My face was in the water which was warming up from YOUR piss. I instinctively started to slurp YOUR diluted pisswater, which made YOU laugh as YOU continued YOUR stream into the bowl. When YOU finished, YOU pulled my hair to lift up my head and instructed me to lick YOUR toilet seat, which now had drops of YOUR tasty piss all over it. I moaned in delight as I sucked up YOUR full-flavored piss off the seat, silently thanking YOU for this pleasure and honor. YOU walked away without acknowledging me in any way as I continued to tongue-clean YOUR toilet. Once the seat was clean, I stuck my head back in the water and slurped, moaning, for another few minutes. My dumb dick was throbbing with this newly experienced euphoria. I managed to keep my hands wrapped around YOUR toilet and ignored my own hunger to cum. I have noticed that when you use the john to empty YOUR bladder, YOU no longer flush. Thank YOU so much for that. YOU have allowed me to at least slurp down YOUR lukewarm, watered-down piss. I wait for the day when i'm allowed to drain YOU right from YOUR beautiful prick. I now have decided that when scrubbing YOUR toilet clean, I will use only my toothbrush, so that I will have the taste of YOU when brushing my teeth. I really hope YOU are amused by my increasing depravity. YOU have led me to find things within myself that I never knew were there. I love being YOUR shameless whore, performing humiliating perversions for YOU without any hesitation or embarrassment. October 27th YOU have allowed a new protocol today. YOU allowed me the privilege of cleansing YOUR beautiful flesh. When YOU stepped into the shower this morning, you called out "Clean Me." I scurried into the shower with YOU and did everything to YOU that I hope YOU expected. I started by pouring shampoo into my hands and gently massaging it into YOUR thick and beautiful dark hair, making love to YOUR scalp with my fingers which were dancing with joy from being allowed to touch YOU. My selfish cock was immediately rock hard and drooling, but I ignored it in deference to YOU. Once thoroughly shampooed, I rinsed it out and shampooed a second time, my hands reluctant to ever let go of YOUR scalp. A second rinse was applied before I kneaded the conditioner into your hair, caressing every strand. Sadly, I knew I was finished, that much closer to ending this rapture, but I knew I still had the joy of cleaning the rest of your body. I poured the body wash into my palm and started at your magnificent size-12 feet. Using the washcloth, I lightly scrubbed the arches and soles of each foot, then cleaned between YOUR toes, aching to scrub with my tongue as well. I washed the tops of YOUR feet and then YOUR ankles before slowing climbing up each of YOUR sculptured legs. I knelt with YOUR ass in front of me. I don't know if YOU saw my eyes watering from my aching hunger to taste YOUR handsome, hairy ass. It's a beautiful ass when clothed, but bare, it is breathtaking. I couldn't help but catch my breath as I touched it with the washcloth, cleaning YOUR cheeks and crack, aching for a taste or scent. I worked around YOUR hips and then faced YOUR tumescent crotch, instinctively licking my lips. I hadn't even realized it until I heard YOUR taunting chuckle. I then used the washcloth to gently and seductively wrap and massage YOUR penis before I individually caressed each of YOUR testes and gently scrubbed them clean. I worked my way up to YOUR muscular chest, gently cleansing your fine dark fur. I reached to hold each of your arms up as I soaped and rinsed each of your magnificent pits. I spun around YOU to clean YOUR lean and beautiful back and neck before worshipping each of your strong arms from pit to fingertips. I then washed YOUR face, being sure to keep any suds from YOUR eyes, and then rinsed YOU from head to toe, letting the conditioner and soap release from YOUR skin. I'm sure it was reluctant to do so. I know if I were the soap on your skin, i would hold on as closely as I could. I then turned off the water and grabbed a towel, first drying your hair and then going down your body, removing any dampness from YOUR skin. Once I had reached YOUR feet and dried them, YOU flicked YOUR thumb away to indicate YOU were dismissing me. A silent "Scram." I hung up the towel and went back to working on the preparations for today's clients. I need to thank YOU and show my appreciation for YOUR generosity in allowing me to worship (there really is no other word for it) YOU this morning. I have to find a new word to describe the kind of joy and honor and ecstasy I felt in performing this service for YOU. I keep feeling smaller, less significant in YOUR presence. When given a new means of contact, like today, I become ever more recognizant of how one-sided and cock-eyed this relationship is. I have always had lovers whom I treated, and who treated me, like equals. But here I am anything but. I am constantly brought to a lower and lower state in relation to YOU. No ... not lower. It really is smaller ... insignificant ... a state of near nothingness. Like I become more like an gnat, or some insignificant animal, not worthy of YOUR recognition. Just something that does what it's supposed to do by instinct. Thank YOU for seeing that within me and making me face it myself; otherwise, YOU probably wouldn't have found any use for me and would be gone from my excuse for a life. It seems unfair to capitalize "I" the way I capitalize YOU. To show my relative insignificance, it seems fair to only refer to myself as "i" from now on.