Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2004 21:15:33 -0500
From: Aadrin Blue <aadrinblue@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jacey's Put In-Use part 9

Jacey's Put In-Use
by Aadrin Blue

Part 9

"Eat your popcorn."

Jacey put the bowl of cream-covered popcorn on the floor beside him, and
picked up three pieces at once. He willingly took the snack of Brad's cum
into his mouth, and truly savoured it as the popcorn dissolved against his
tongue.  The cum was still warm.

"No hands," Brad said. It amused him to watch Jacey lean over and work with
his tongue, the popcorn dissapearing into his mouth piece by piece, more
often than not accompanied by a dab of sticky cream. That was where Jacey
belonged.  Licking up after Brad. Brad finished off his can of Coke as he
watched in satisfaction, kicking away his pants and underwear. Brad seemed
even more imposing to Jacey, more dominanting, bare legged with his cock on
full display. Though Brad was of average size, and even though he was
half-soft at the moment owing to his having just cum, Jacey found himself
fixated on Brad's crotch. It was his world.  His teenaged hormones surged;
fourteen is an intense age.

Brad pretended to ignore Jacey, to concentrate on the movie, but he was
still experiencing an intense state of arousal. Arousal which was in the
process of re-manifesting itself physically. For Brad, there was nothing
that could compare to the sense of power that resulted from having another
human being kneeling on the floor before him licking up the cum that he had
left behind. The fact that Jacey had so thoroughly submitted to him so
quickly only added to the high he was experiencing. The fact was, Jacey was
more than happy to receive Brad's cum.  He would do anything for Brad, he
would take any gift Brad was willing to give him. After forcing Jacey to
drink his piss, it was Brad's threat to deny Jacey such opportunities in
the future that had triggered Jacey's submissive transformation. Brad
reveled in the knowledge that this boy would, at any time, willingly open
up his mouth to receive Brad's liquid waste. The power.

The thought continued to stir him, and he hardened despite his recent
orgasm. He grinned wickedly to himself as he caught Jacey glancing
repeatedly at his cock.  This kid was desperate for Brad's dick. Girly boys
are all the same, he thought.  Jacey was his already his favorite sexual
exploit. He was beginning to develop an atachment to the younger boy,
mostly possessive, but partially amorous.

"Jacey, I enjoyed it when you were working as a toilet at school the other
day.  Did you enjoy serving me?" Brad asked. Jacey hesitated. This had been
the exact internal conflict he had been trying to deal with in his own mind
ever since the event, and he hadn't come to a conclusion as of
yet... despite Flash's guidance.  Desperately trying to think of a way of
answering without actually answering, seconds began to tick past and
Jacey's face turned red when he realized he had frozen, silent. Brad cast
Jacey a mildly threatening glance, preparing to reprimand him for
hesitating to respond, but by the time he'd opened his mouth to do so,
Jacey had blurted out an answer.

"Yes sir I did sir I was afraid of the feelings it gave me and I didn't
know what to think but I really enjoyed it I'm sorry sir," the words
spilled out of Jacey's mouth together in a jumble, so quickly they were
almost indecipherable.  Brad caught the core of it.

And just like that, Jacey knew. He had come to terms with who and what he
was.  He had admitted to Brad what he'd been afraid to even think inside
his own head until he'd spoken the thought aloud to another human being. A
special human being. And now he knew. Submitting, being used by Brad in
these intimate, personal ways... All of the feelings he had experienced
locked into the urinal the other day, it was all a part of who he was
inside, and it was all okay.  It didn't matter, because it didn't hurt
anyone.

With Jacey's catharsis came tears; he began to cry silently, but remained
still...  stoically refusing to sob. His tears were no longer tears of
fear, but of relief.  Brad placed a hand on Jacey's head and began stroking
his light-blonde hair, the half-eaten bowl of popcorn momentarily forgotten
by both boys.

"Good boy. That's a good boy," Brad praised him. They rested for a couple
of minutes, until Jacey composed himself. Brad patted him on the head and
directed him to finish the bowl. As Jacey bent forward and continued
working on his special snack, Brad thought about what he had planned for
Jacey next.  Neither one of them was really watching the movie, but Brad
has seen it dozens of times before anyway.

"While being forced to service boys at the school for a day taught you your
place, you still need practice submitting and performing toilet functions
for me.  Jacey, it pleases me when you do that for me... And... Actually, I
find it more amusing. That and it turns me on like mad, so it's your job
now that you've chosen to not have a choice. Now, me wanting it is really
all the reason you need.  So," he clapped his hands together. "Don't worry,
you're going to do all kinds of stuff for me now that you're my slave, but
what I think I want you to learn first is more about serving the needs of
my convenience," said the dominant boy.  Every word filled Jacey with
anticipation. He had never been more turned on in his life.  He felt lucky
to have been chosen by Brad.

"For example, I had a drink with my friends in the cafeteria before I left
the school, and now I've just had a Coke. Obviously I have to piss, but I
have no desire to get up from the chair and miss part of my movie. Should I
have to do that, Jacey?" Brad asked him. Jacey looked down at the carpet.

"No, sir," Jacey said.

"Okay. So, if I can't get up from my chair, I clearly can't travel all the
way to the bathroom, to the toilet. That means that the toilet will have to
come to me, somehow," Brad explained.

"I will serve as your toilet, Brad. Sir," Jacey said. Brad
smirked. Perfect.

"Oh yes, you will," the stronger boy said, "but you're going to learn to do
it properly."

"Should I... drink it from your cock, sir," Jacey asked.

"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you. But no, I don't think that's convenient
right now. I don't want to shift around," Brad said. With that, he took his
empty coke can and placed the head of his cock at the lip of the
can. Almost immediately, he was pissing into the opening. It was difficult
in his nearly totally hard state, but he had had the urge for a while now
and had been waiting for the right time to go. Jacey heard the can filling
up. When Brad was done, it was at least three quarters full.

"From now on, until I say otherwise, you are going to get to drink anytime
I have to piss when you're around. Furthermore, I want you to get used to
your place as my piss drinker. It's an important part of your submission to
me. As a result, I've decided that you're going to drink your own piss for
a while too. Not long enough that it will make you sick,
obviously... but... for a while. Make sure you drink plenty of water
too. That's the first rule. Here's your can, by the way," Brad handed Jacey
the warm aluminum can nearly full of piss.

Jacey sniffed the can, the smell was strong. As Brad watched him, he drank
his first mouthful. It was indeed very strong and bitter. But it was
Brad. Some part of him still railed against what he was doing, but he
suppressed it. That portion of his being was obsolete. His present purpose
was to service Brad, and that meant taking the can to his lips, filling his
mouth with Brad's acrid yellow urine, swallowing it into his stomach, and
carrying it inside him. Brad continued outlining Jacey's new rules.

"Under the bar you will find an empty plastic water bottle. That is to be
your new toilet tank. Next time you have to go, fill the bottle with your
piss.  You'll want to hide it somewhere, I don't care where, but make sure
it is somewhere accessible to you at all times. The next time you have to
piss after that, you must first drink the contents of the bottle in order
to make room for the new piss. That is how you are to relieve yourself
until further notice.  And yes, you will be taking the bottle to school
with you. There are no exceptions.  Understood?"

Jacey hung his head.

"Yes sir," he said.

"Finish your drink, now, and I want that popcorn gone in three minutes,"
Brad ordered. Jacey chugged the rest of the piss can, nearly making himself
sick.  He was incredibly thankful he didn't get sick though, because he
didn't want to offend Brad. He did his best on what was left of the
popcorn, and by the time his three minutes were up he was licking the
bottom of the bowl.

"Clean up," Brad said. Jacey took the bowl and can away, rinsed the can and
recycled it, and rinsed and wiped out the bowl. When he returned to Brad,
the older boy had thought of another form of humiliating servitude.

"Let's watch our movie more comfortably. Jacey, take off your pants and
underwear, and that shirt, and get on all fours in front of my
chair. You'll have to move the coffee table out of the way," Brad
said. Jacey did as he was ordered.  The room chilled him more so than ever,
but he did not complain. Brad reached toward Jacey's mouth, and forced in
two fingers. Once he decided they were wet enough, he pulled them out and
then ordered Jacey to spread his legs a little further apart, and to put
his hands at his sides and lean forward against the floor, raising his butt
in the air. Jacey was terrified, remembering the pain of the plug the day
before. When he felt Brad's fingers probing around his anus, he braced
himself, but Brad never pushed in. He wiped the saliva around the outside,
and rubbed a little at the opening, but then he withdrew. Jacey was
confused, yet relieved.

Brad wiped his fingers of saliva on Jacey's shirt, then threw it back on
the floor.  Then he relaxed and put his feet up on Jacey's back. Jacey
stole a glance at Brad.

"Eyes to the floor, slut boy. Now, push your right thumb into your ass as
far as it will go and keep it there. If I see it move out even a little you
won't like the consequences."

Jacey pressed his thumb against his opening, and pushed in slowly. It was
not comfortable. He got in about three quarters of an inch worth and paused
to adjust, Brad was not amused. He reached forward and grabbed Jacey's
hand, forcing the rest of his thumb all the way in. Jacey gasped.

"And keep it in there," Brad ordered, laughing. "You'd better get used to
having something in there, or it won't be easy for you," Brad
threatened. Jacey was thoroughly humiliated. He lay there like that, red
from embarassment, his thumb firmly inserted into his anus. He remained
very still, acting as Brad's foot rest, digesting the piss mixed with the
cum popcorn, for the rest of the movie. By the time it was over, he had to
pee.

"Sir, I have to use my bottle," he said.

"In a bit," Brad said standing up. He retrieved his boxers and pants, then
left the room and returned. Jacey saw Brad was carrying a belt for his
pants, though it was strange... he hadn't been wearing one before.

"First, we talk about your punishment for poor performance of your tasks,"


To Be Continued

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