Date: Sat, 30 May 2015 11:23:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Derek W <omksc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: Local Service part 10

Local Service
by Derek W
omksc@yahoo.com

Part 10

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Around three days later I got a text from Chad at 7:00 in the evening.  It
said, simply, "NOW."  I quickly changed into a T-shirt, cotton gym shorts,
white socks, and sneakers, and then made my way downstairs without delay.
Wasn't about to be late again after what happened last time.

Chad opened the door and immediately turned away and headed back to the
couch.  He was wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and white socks.  I followed him
into the living room, and as he threw himself onto the sofa I got down on
my knees in front of him.

"Chad, can I ask you something?"

He slowly swiveled his head towards me, his face expressionless.  He didn't
reply either way, so I forged ahead.

"How come when I got here the other day you were letting that other guy
blow you with your shirt off, and then you let him lick your stomach and
chest?  You know how much I have wanted to do that all these months?  All
the times I've sucked you off you hardly ever let me see your chest, and
you've never let me lick it like that."

Chad just stared at me blankly.  I couldn't tell what he was thinking.  Was
he mad?  As the moments slipped past with no reaction I began to fear this
was the calm before the storm and I had pissed him off.  Then he stood
suddenly and walked out of the room.

I stayed there on my knees, debating whether or not to follow.  Given that
I'd already tempted fate with my question, it seemed prudent not to make
any assumptions about what he wanted, and to wait for him to tell me.

He came back into the room, carrying several ties.  Uh oh.

Chad placed his big meaty hand on my shoulders and pushed roughly.  I fell
down onto my stomach.  He got down there with me, kneeling on the floor and
pressing his other knee against the back of my neck.  He pulled my arms
back behind me, and tied my wrists together tight.  Then he yanked my
ankles back, roughly pulled off my sneakers and bent my legs until my feet
were at the small of my back.  He tied my feet together at the ankles.  He
held my legs pressed back like that and finished off by tying my wrists to
my ankles so that I was hog-tied.  And it was really tight, I could barely
move at all.

Chad sat on the couch and looked down at me.  "Man," he said, "you are a
very stupid faggot."  I craned my neck to try and look up at him.  "There
was one thing you should have learned the other day, and you obviously
didn't learn it.  So I am going to tell you, and let's see if it can
penetrate that dumb bitch head of yours.  What matters...is what I want.
What doesn't matter...is what you want.  So the next time you think to tell
me about what you want, or to question me about anything at all, that would
be a good time to shut the fuck up.  Cuz it seems like every time you say
something, you demonstrate that the only thing your mouth is good for, is
to have a cock in it."

He sat back on the couch and crossed his arms.  "You know, I had a fucking
lousy day today.  Work was shit.  So I figured I'd come home, and get a
nice relaxing blow job from my cocksucker.  One thing that could have
salvaged this day.  Instead you come in here and start mouthing off.  When
was the last time you just came in here, sucked my dick, and said thank
you?  Huh?  Like never."

Um, I thought to myself, how about all the fucking time?

"In fact, have you ever even once thanked me for the privilege of getting
to suck my cock?  I don't think so.  You need to start practicing thanking
me."  He leaned down, grabbed a fistful of my long hair and yanked my head
back.  Then he spat right in my face.

I looked up at him, could feel his spit on my cheek, said nothing.  He
rolled his eyes and shook his head.  "You really are a dumb bitch.  What
did I just say?"  He spat in my face again, a big one that went in my hair
and on my forehead.

Ah, I see.  'Thank you," I said, quietly.

"You're welcome, cocksucker.  If you like it so much, here's another," and
he got closer and spat at me again, his spit splashing across my nose and
lips.  He threw my head down and got back onto the couch.  Turned his
attention to the TV, watching some sports highlight show.  I was thinking
to myself that I would really like to wipe my face, as his spit was
dripping down into my eye, but unfortunately I couldn't move.  And if I
wiped my face on the carpet I had a feeling that would not go over well.
So instead I kept holding my head up, which is hard to do when you are
hogtied on the floor.

Despite the fact he was being a total prick, you couldn't deny how fucking
hot he was.  From down there, my gaze caught his big sock-covered feet,
then up the line of his strong legs in his jeans, to the bulging crotch,
and I could see a portion of that perfect torso.  Even under a T-shirt,
even slouched in a position that would make most people look paunchy, his
body still rocked.

Chad looked down at me.  Shook his head.  "Nah, I don't see why you should
get to look at me right now."  He stood, grabbed me by my legs and dragged
me across the floor and spun me around.  I was facing the wall in the
corner.  He stomped back over to the couch.  Bummer.

For a while Chad watched TV, made a phone call, had a beer (I think).  I
just lay in the corner like a piece of unused furniture.  It seemed like
maybe a half-hour or so had gone by when Chad bellowed "Faggot!  Get over
here."

I moved to turn my body around and slide towards him.  This was the day I
learned it is extremely hard to move if you are hogtied very tightly and
lying on the floor.  I couldn't really get any leverage to push my body.  I
tried to spin myself so I was facing him by lurching with my shoulders but
I could hardly move at all.

After a few minutes of me struggling, Chad walked over.  "Fucking inept,"
he muttered under his breath as he untied my hands but left my ankles still
tied together.  I rubbed my wrists once they were free but then suddenly
Chad grabbed my left arm.  "Wait a sec, I don't think you need both arms to
move."  He yanked my left arm back, and again pulled my feet up, and tied
just the one arm to my ankles.  So I was like three-quarters hog-tied.  He
stood and stepped back a couple of paces.  "You should be able to move now,
fag.  Let's see.  Crawl over here and kiss my foot."

I lifted up slightly on one arm so that I could pull my body across the
floor and made my way to him.  I could move like this, though it took a lot
of effort.  Even though my ankles were tied tightly together, I could
spread my knees apart some and this helped me get some leverage as I pulled
myself along using my one free arm.  I was basically squirming across the
floor like a worm.  When I got to him I put my foot on his face and kissed
his sock.

Chad burst out laughing.  "That is fucking hilarious," he said.  "Let's
play a game."  I looked up at him.  "No," he said, "keep your face on my
foot."  I turned back, face down with my face on top of his foot.  "I'm
gonna walk back to the couch, and if your face leaves my foot you're gonna
get smacked."  He took a step and I immediately scrambled to keep my face
on his foot as it started to move.  But I hadn't been ready and for a
second he got away from me.

Chad kicked me in the head with his other foot.  "Ow," I cried out.  He had
kicked me kind of hard.  I had lost count of the number of times Chad had
"kicked" me since I became his cocksucker, but they were always light,
pretend kicks.  This was a real kick.

He laughed.  "You don't like it?  Then don't fuck up."  He started to move
again, sliding his foot across the floor.  I pushed myself as hard as I
could so that I could keep up.  He was at least sliding his foot as opposed
to stepping, and not moving too fast, so if I really scrambled I could keep
up.  With my one free arm I could kind of lurch myself across the floor but
it required a lot of exertion to move my body when my other arm was hogtied
to my feet.  If I anticipated which direction Chad seemed to be moving, and
kept my face touching the top center of his foot, as opposed to just his
toes, I found I had enough time to slide my body while holding my face
against his foot.

Just as we neared the couch he took a sudden turn away, and because I kept
moving towards the couch I lost contact with his foot.  He leaned over,
yanked me up by the hair and slapped me in the face.  As he threw my head
back down I quickly made for his foot.  Chad was laughing, started again to
slide across the floor.  I gave it everything I could to keep my face
touching his foot as he moved around the living room to the other side
where the table was, and circled around the table before heading back
towards the couch.  It was a tight fit between a dining room chair and the
wall, and because it was so awkward to move like this as fast as I needed
to, my body slammed into the wall and at one point I banged my shoulder on
the chair leg, as Chad laughed and laughed.

"Switch feet!" Chad shouted suddenly, and I slid myself over to place my
face atop his other foot.  "Too slow," he shouted, and he stomped me on my
back between my shoulders.  "Ummph," I cried out from the shock of his foot
stomping me.  It wasn't too much further to the couch, but Chad picked up
the pace and I scrambled as fast as I could to keep my face touching his
foot the rest of the way.  But he pulled away from me twice, and both times
he gave me a solid whack on the back of my head.  Finally we made it to the
couch and he threw himself down.  I rested my face on the top of his foot.
I was breathing really hard, worn out from dragging my body around the
room.

Chad kicked me in the face and I pulled my head back.  He lifted his foot
in the air, and I strained my body to keep my face against his foot.  He
was laughing as he kept moving it up, and I pathetically tried to lift my
face to keep up, held back by the rope holding my arm to my feet.  I
twisted my body around to my side to get my face mostly facing upwards.
His foot kept moving up ever so slowly, and I was reaching the ends of how
far I could stretch upwards.  I stuck out my tongue to keep it connected to
the bottom of his sock.  Chad burst out laughing.  "Oh, yeah, keep trying,
fag.  You can't stand the idea of not having your mouth on my foot, can
you?"

Then he pulled it just high enough so I couldn't reach it anymore, and Chad
leaned over and slapped me across the face, then grabbed me by the hair and
threw my head down towards the floor as he rested his leg back down.
Immediately I slid over so that my face was on top of his foot as soon as
it was back on the floor.

Chad placed his other foot on the back of my neck, and I lay there,
breathing heavy, thankful for the chance to rest.  "Oh, man, that was very
entertaining.  I had been planning for a blow job to relieve the day's
stress, but I have to say watching you pathetically squirm around on the
floor has worked just as well."  Now that I wasn't working so hard to keep
up with his foot, I found that my cock was starting to stiffen.  "I need to
go out and get some beer," Chad said.  "Go get my sneakers.  They're by the
front door."

Jesus, I thought to myself.  Now I had to drag myself all the way across
the apartment to get his sneakers.  I started to spin myself around so that
I was facing towards the door, and as I did Chad gave me a good kick in the
side.  "And don't take forever, bitch."

I slithered my way over to the door.  At least the floor has carpeting, I
thought to myself as I dragged my body across the floor.  Even though I
wasn't scrambling frantically to keep up with Chad's foot, it still was
hard work.  I wish my other arm was free, or maybe one of my legs, I
thought.  It'd be a hell of a lot easier.  Finally I arrived at the door.
Chad's Nikes were lined up just to the side of the front door.  I tried to
grab them both with my free right hand, but I could tell it was going to be
hard to carry both of them in one hand and use that hand to push my body
across the floor.  So I dropped one, and kept just the left sneaker in my
hand.  By dragging it sideways along the floor as I moved, I was able to
keep holding it and press my hand against the floor to propel my body.

When I arrived back at the couch, I dropped the sneaker next to Chad's
feet.  I was breathing really heavy, so I rested for a second before
starting back for the second one.  Chad leaned over and picked up his shoe.
He held it in the air in front of my face.

"Did you just drag my nice clean shoe across the floor, bitch?"  Uh oh.
"Why the fuck would you think that you could do that?"  He leaned down
close to me, my face in profile against the floor, as I looked up,
alternating between looking at his angry expression and the sneaker he was
holding.  "Let me ask you a question.  If one of two things needs to touch
the floor; which one should it be?  The bottom of my shoe, or your face?"

"Um," I answered hesitantly.  "My face?"

"Fuck yeah, your face."  Chad firmly placed his sneaker down on my face,
and pressed intently so that the bottom of his shoe forced the side of my
face deeper into the carpet.  I was really starting to wish I had just kept
my mouth shut when I first arrived, and instead of my face being held down
by a sneaker, I might have a stiff cock in my mouth right now.  (I tried to
ignore the fact that when Chad held his shoe over my head and then pushed
it down to hold my face against the floor with the bottom of his shoe, my
dick got extra hard.)

He pulled back, and said, "Try again, faggot," and lobbed the sneaker
through the air.  I heard it hit the door.  "And this time, my shoe better
not touch the floor, not once.  In fact, you're not allowed to touch my
sneaker with your hands at all."

I took a deep, exasperated breath and started again to crawl over towards
the door.  Slowly but surely I made it all the way across the apartment.
One of his sneakers was neatly resting to the side of the door, and the one
he had just flung over had landed upside down in the corner.  I started
with the one right-side up.  I tried to grab it by the back with my teeth,
but it was hard to get a good grip.  So I slid myself until my head was
over the sneaker and then stuck my chin inside the sneaker and grabbed the
tongue of the shoe between my teeth.  That felt like a pretty solid grip,
so I started backing up and making my way back to the couch.

By lurching my body along and keeping my teeth clenched I was able to make
it to the couch pretty quickly without dropping the shoe.  Chad didn't even
register me as I gently placed the shoe on the floor next to his feet.  I
was breathing really heavy by now, and again slid my way back to the door.
The second shoe was trickier, because it was upside down and in the corner.
Since I couldn't use my hands, I had to try and slide my face under it to
turn it over, but I couldn't get my head around to the other side to do
that.  I could hear Chad guffawing in the background, so though I couldn't
see him he'd obviously spun around to watch me.  I had to place the side of
my face against the bottom of his shoe and use my tongue to hook around its
side and try to flip it.  After a couple of tries I was able to flip it
around.  Again, I stuck my chin inside the sneaker and grasped the tongue
with both teeth to lift it, my nose buried in the laces.  Definitely could
sense the smell of Chad's feet.

By the time I returned to the couch I was exhausted.  I dropped the shoe
next to the other one, rested my face on the floor, totally out of breath
from how much hard work that had been.

"Finally," Chad said.  "That fucking took forever.  What do you say?"

I could barely breathe, much less talk, and didn't say anything.  Chad
slapped me in the face with the bottom of his foot.  "Huh?"

"Um," I said.  He smacked my face again.

"You forget already?"  I lay there, catching my breath.  Huh?  What did
that mean?  He again used the bottom of his foot to slap my face, this time
pretty hard.  Finally the light dawned.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome.  Anytime you want to slither around on the floor with my
sneakers in your mouth, you just let me know."  He leaned down close to me
to look my in the eye.  "You know what?" he said, smirking.  "I don't feel
like going out anymore.  So I don't need my sneakers."  Pause with a wicked
grin.  "You can put them back now."

I started to groan in irritation but I caught myself.  Instead I looked up
at Chad and said, "Yes, of course, Chad.  Thank you for letting me fetch
your sneakers and carry them across the room in my mouth, and for letting
me put them back.  Thank you for allowing me to serve you this way."

He nodded and smiled, patted me on the face a few times.  "Very good,
bitch.  See?  That's not so hard, is it?  Maybe you're not the dumb fuck
you usually seem to be.  You comply, and serve with proper respect, and
maybe you'll even get a reward from time to time.  In fact, this was so
entertaining, that maybe we should have a little more fun.  Are you up for
a challenge?"  I kind of shrugged.  "Let's see.  Okay, tell you what.  How
about we give you a time limit to get my sneakers back by the door.  If you
can put them away, neatly lined up by the door the way they originally
were, and get back here and kiss both my feet within two minutes, you'll
win a reward.  If my sneaker touches your hand or the floor at any point
before you get to the door, you have to squirm your way back here and start
again.  Think you can do that?"

Hmmm.  I had no idea how much time it had taken to get them over here.  And
I was pretty tired from all this exertion.  Could I do that in two minutes?
"What's the reward?"

"Let's see.  I'll make it worth your while.  I'll take off my shirt, and
give you two minutes to worship my chest with that hungry bitch mouth of
yours.  Then I'll let you blow me with my shirt off, and I'll come all over
your face.  But no hands, faggot, your hands stay tied behind your back."

That sounded amazing.  "I don't know if I can do all that in two minutes.
I guess I'll try though."

"Wait, I'm not done.  If you don't finish in time, well then, no reward.
In fact, that would mean the opposite of a reward.  What's the opposite of
a reward?"

"A punishment," I said quietly.

"Okay, if that's what you want.  Hmmm.  If you don't make it, then I dump
your faggot ass in the tub, and you can be my piss target for the night.
You'll spend the whole night in my piss bath, so I can refresh it in the
morning, and you don't touch me at all."

I wrinkled my nose.  Not appealing.  "I don't want to do that."

"That's why it's a punishment, dope."  Chad leaned in closer.  "But I'm not
so sure that's a punishment, honestly.  Because you may pretend otherwise,
but I think you like it when I piss in your face. Okay, well, tell you
what.  We play this little game and you might win or lose.  But if you
don't want to chance it, you can just put my sneakers back where they
belong and then get the fuck out.  Your choice."

I rested my head, face against the floor, and thought about it.  Chad's
meaty, sock-covered foot was inches from my face.  This was a chance to get
to lick and suck on the most incredible torso ever.  How could I pass that
up?  The apartment's not that big, I should be able to get across in two
minutes.  My breathing was finally starting to get under control.

"Okay," I said.  "I'll do it."

"Great!" Chad exclaimed happily.  He reached for his phone.  "I'll set the
timer for two minutes.  If you hear that chime, that means you've got a
piss-filled night ahead of you, cocksucker.  But if you make it in
time"--he rubbed his hand across his pecs--"it'll be your version of
winning the lottery.  So, again, the rules: you carry each of my sneakers
back to the door and place them there neatly lined up, one next to the
other, facing the wall.  If either shoe touches the floor on the trip over,
you have to come back here, release it, and start again.  When both shoes
are in place, you come back here and kiss both my feet."  He sat on the
couch, legs spread wide, both feet planted firmly on the floor.  "Ready?"

"Ready," I muttered.

"Go!" Chad shouted.

I lunged for a sneaker and grabbed it tightly between my teeth.  Once I had
a hold of it, I had to spin my body around to orient myself towards the
door, taking care that I kept my head high enough so the sneaker wouldn't
touch the floor.  I started my crawl towards the door.  Holding my head up
made the trip even more tiring and before I was halfway to the door I
started to feel exhaustion building up.  Crap.  Eventually I arrived by the
front door.  I craned my head around so that I could gingerly drop the
sneaker into the same position it had started, neatly pointing towards the
wall.  This took extra time to get it into the right spot.  Then I backed
myself out and turned around.  I wasn't halfway back to the sofa when Chad
called out "One minute!" with a ringing note of glee in his voice.

Fuck.  I was not gonna make it.  But with no shoe in my mouth, I knew I
could move faster.  I started to pretty much throw my body forward, using
my legs as well as my free hand, which would cause my head to smash into
the floor on each lurch forward.  Whatever it took, I thought to myself.
Chad started laughing like crazy, I can only imagine how this looked.  I
arrived back at the couch and immediately picked up the other sneaker.  If
I could keep my neck as high as possible, I might be able to use this
method to get there faster.  But no sooner had I moved around the couch and
a few feet away that the bottom of his sneaker banged the floor during a
lurch forward.

"Ooooh," Chad said.  "Soooo sorry.  Gonna have to come back and try again."

Fuck.  Fuck fuck fuck.  I spun back around, headed towards his feet. When I
got there, I released the shoe, and then picked it back up to start again.
I was really tired at this point, breathing very heavy, but I thought to
myself, I will fucking do this.  This time I made it all the way across the
room without the shoe touching the floor.  Just as I arrived, Chad shouted
over to me.  "Remember, bitch, I like my shoes lined up neatly," snickering
and laughing.  I moved my head so that I was holding the second shoe just
over the spot next to the first one, and then very deliberately set it
down.  That looked good enough to me, I thought to myself, I am going to
make it.

I had just barely backed myself out and started to turn towards the couch
when Chad shouted, "Ten seconds!"  Fuck, I started to lurch towards him.  I
was bone tired, could barely make my muscles work.  But I was so close to a
fantasy that had been building up for months and months.  The chance to
place my lips against the chest of the most magnificent stud ever.  I had
to do it.

I was rounding the corner of the couch and just about there.  I threw
myself forward, and my face smashed into Chad's foot just as the timer on
his phone went off.  I had made it.  My lips had touched his foot right
when the two minutes ended.  I slid off to the side, panting.  "Yes!" I
tried to shout, though it came out as a hoarse whisper because I could
hardly breathe.

"Wow," Chad said.  "That was something."  He was shaking his head,
snickering.  Then he got down next to me, pushed me onto my stomach.  He
loosened the rope so that my left arm was no longer bound to my ankles.  "I
have to say, faggot, that was an amazing display.  That you would have such
enthusiasm for the prospect of worshiping my body and sucking my cock.
Quite something."  With my other arm free, I rested it to my side, let my
knees unbend and my legs, still bound at the ankles, stretch on the floor.
I was gasping for breath from the exertion of it all.  Chad grabbed my two
wrists and bent them behind me and began to tie my hands behind my back.
"I know that I give you a hard time sometimes, which is because, you know,
you deserve it, you're pretty lame.  The way you mouth off to me, show up
late, never bother to thank me for letting you be my cocksucker, and just
generally fuck up all the time."  Now my hands were tied tightly behind my
back, and Chad flipped me around so I was on my back, looking up at him
kneeling next to me.

"But I will admit that you just demonstrated an impressive willingness to
obey me.  So maybe there's hope for you after all.  And, of course, you did
manage to kiss my foot just as the timer went off."  He smiled at me and I
grinned back at him.  Then he kind of shook his head and shrugged. "Too bad
you were supposed to kiss both feet."

"Oh, shit," I said.

Chad's smile got a lot bigger. "Oh, well, sorry, faggot."  He stood up.

I looked up at him, towering over me.  "But, I--" I started to say, and
then stopped myself.  I was still breathing hard so it probably just came
out as indistinct sounds.  I hoped so, anyway.

"You know," Chad said.  "You tried soooo hard and got sooooo close, that
I'm almost tempted to call that successful and consider that a win."  He
reached down and grabbed my ankles by the rope binding them together.
"Almost," he said, and then started to drag me across the floor and towards
the bathroom.

He dragged me behind him like a piece of wood, my arms pinned behind my
back and painfully scraping across the floor, my head bouncing up and down
against the floor as I was dragged.  A smack on the threshold as he pulled
me into the bathroom, the tile cold against my bare arms, and then he bent
over and heaved me into the tub, my feet banging against the faucet and my
head against the opposite side of the tub.  He used the loose end of the
rope lashing my ankles together to tie my legs to the faucet, so my legs
were up in the air, and I was on my ass in the tub, my hands uncomfortably
squashed behind my back, slouching backwards with my head resting against
the wall of the tub.

"You know how I was drinking a beer when you got here?" Chad asked, as he
reached down and unzipped his fly.  I looked up at him, towering over me,
and nodded uncertainly.  "Well, that was actually my third," he said, as he
pointed his dick at my face and unleashed a sudden gusher of warm, thick
piss.  I closed my eyes just as it hit me, coming at me strong and
splashing hard against my mouth and cheeks.  Chad was laughing, and wagging
his dick around so that his stream of piss ran all over my face, up into my
hair, down the side of my head, across the bridge of my nose, across my
lips and neck.  It went on for at least of minute, a huge amount of liquid
covering my face and hair until pretty much every inch of my face was
sopping wet with Chad's piss.  Finally it trickled off, and I opened my
eyes to see Chad zipping up.  I had barely even gotten to see his cock for
more than a second.

"I'm gonna go hang out in the other room now, unless you have something you
want to say to me."

I looked up at him, blinking quickly to keep the piss out of my eyes.
"Thank you," I said quietly.

"Any time, bitch," Chad said and laughed again.  He spun around and started
to leave.  I looked at that rock hard ass and wished things had turned out
differently.  And in a matter of seconds Chad was gone, door closed behind
him, and I was tied down in a tub stinking of his piss.  It was going to be
a long night.

He must have kept drinking beer the rest of the night, because he came in
two more times to empty his bladder all over my face.  He was looking kinda
wasted when he came in the third time.  It had been a while since he had
dropped me in the tub.  My hair had dried in clumps from his piss, a small
puddle of which sat at the base of the tub right about where my tied hands
were.  "Gotta piss again, bitch," Chad said as he whipped out his flaccid
cock.  I closed my eyes, but I felt the stream hitting me in the chest
instead of my face.  I opened my eyes to get a look, and Chad immediately
swung his dick over to redirect the warm stream of piss into my face.  He
chucked as he drenched my face with it.  It dribbled off down my neck and
chest, and I opened my eyes to see Chad buckling his jeans.  Then he was
gone.

It was a long, uncomfortable night tied up in the piss tub.  I assume Chad
decided to sleep in, because it seemed like forever until he finally
stumbled in the next morning.  He was wearing a T-shirt and boxer briefs.
It looked like he had a semi in his shorts.  Maybe I would get to relieve
his morning wood.

He pulled down the briefs and hooked them under his balls.  I looked at the
beautiful half-hard cock and it moved towards my face.  Instinctively I
licked my lips without even realizing it.  Chad's eyes were half-closed,
still cloaked in sleepiness.  He took his dick in his hand and pointed it
at me as he took another step towards me.  I opened my mouth, anxious for
the chance to suck his cock and get it nice and hard.

His piss shot out suddenly.  A burst of it went right into my mouth before
I could clamp my lips tight.  I let the piss dribble out of my mouth and
down my chin, where it joined with the spray now cascading over me.
Because he was half-hard, his piss was flying off in several directions,
dousing me all over.  When I felt it stop, I opened my eyes.

He was looking down at me, eyes blazing, not looking tired any more at all.

"I saw you spit out my piss, faggot."  I said nothing in reply.  "If I come
in your mouth, you don't spit it out, right?  That's the rule, right?"

I nodded.

"Doesn't just apply to cum, bitch.  Got it?"

I nodded again.

Chad stepped closer.  "Open."

I opened my mouth.

He placed his dick on my tongue.  "Close your mouth, bitch."

I closed my mouth around his cock, and looked up at him.  He was staring
down at me intently.

I felt the liquid against my tongue.  He was pissing right in my mouth.

"Swallow it."

I gulped it down.  It tasted bitter.  He didn't have a lot of piss left in
him, but all the piss he had left went down my throat.  When he finished he
withdrew his cock from my mouth and shook it, the last few drops raining
down on my piss-covered face.  Chad shoved my body over roughly to get at
my wrists, and undid the rope tying them together.

"Now get the fuck out."

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