Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2011 19:24:35 +0200
From: david nl <david27nl@gmail.com>
Subject: What I Needed *Gay Male, Urination

All the usual disclaimers apply, of course. Please note this is my first
time writing erotic fiction, so bear with me. Reactions are welcome at
david27nl@gmail.com

	I was on my way home from the club when it happened. I had given up
all hope of a good fuck that night, even the leftovers of the evening
didn't want to play with me. All right, I know I have a bit of a reputation
at the local bars, but I'm sure there must be some guys into the same shit
as I am, even in this sad little town. The thing is, people usually expect
some hairy muscle pig to grovel at their feet, or even a chubby young
bitch. I am neither of those. Pig? Yes. Bitch? Yes. Young? Hell, yes! Maybe
a bit too young for the leather studs in this conservative town to feel
comfortable playing with. I will turn eighteen in a couple of months, but
my cute face and slender physique betray to anyone that I am, in fact,
seventeen. Having blond curls and bright blue eyes doesn't help either.
Sure, they all chat me up and I never go home without a good snog of an
evening, but either the boys my age haven't got the stomach for my kink or
the older guys tell me to come back when I'm older. Fuck that!

	So there I was, sulkily walking home, having missed the night bus,
my six inches of half-hard cock trying to get my full attention (I get
horny just thinking about hot guys). I was kinda playing with myself, my
hands in my pockets, walking along the road when I became aware of this
motorcycle slowing down and riding alongside me.

'Need a ride?' I looked up at the guy and shrugged. I couldn't see much of
his face through his visor, but his suit fitted him neatly. He took off his
helmet and I was greeted with the sexiest smile: broad, all teeth, full
lips and the slightest dimples. Fuck, I wanted him. Sleek black hair, steel
blue eyes, the leather of his suit tight on his muscular frame, this man
was definitely my idea of sex on legs. I caught myself gasping (I know,
sappy, right?). He patted the seat, 'Hop on, I know you want to.' He smiled
that sexy smile again and my body took over.  I never even noticed when he
produced that second helmet and how I was suddenly wearing it, but we were
speeding on a deserted road in the country when I recovered and found
myself holding on to his body, leaning against him. Where were we? And
where was he taking me? I was pretty anxious at this point, and he must
have sensed it, because he just took my hand and guided it to his crotch,
squeezing it. I felt his hard cock through the leather and my brain shut
down again, damn was he big! We turned into a driveway somewhere in the
middle of fucking nowhere, but I'd already stopped caring. I wanted him. I
needed him inside me, deep and dirty.

	We rode into the garage and he turned off the engine. It was pitch
black inside.

'Strip,' he ordered me. He didn't even raise his voice, but he had that
natural authority of someone used to getting his way.  As I undressed I
heard him unzip as well. I got hard immediately. After I stood up straight
again, something hit my chest. I caught it in a reflex and my hands closed
on a length of chain.

'Put it on, slut,' he told me in the darkness. I fumbled around with what I
now felt was a dog collar and leash.

'And this.' He thrust something into my stomach. After feeling it around a
bit, I decided the tiny scrap of leather must be a small pair of shorts and
tried them on. Man, were they tight, and fucking short, but I was turned
on, no end. My hard cock grew to its full seven and a half inches in the
tight leather underwear. I instinctively clasped my hands behind my back
and stood waiting in the dark, hardly daring to breathe. After he seemed
satisfied with the silence or possibly with the discomfort it caused me, he
opened the door to his house. I wasn't sure I should follow him right away,
but a strong tug on the leash pulled me to my knees and had me crawl after
him, ending all doubts: this guy was in control.

	He entered the kitchen and walked me through the hall into the
sitting room. He sat down in the club chair and motioned me to sit at his
feet. He was still wearing the motorcycle suit, but he had opened the
jacket back in the garage. I admired his smooth, muscular chest and his
perfect abs. I was literally drooling a little.

'Close your mouth, bitch. I know what you want. I've seen you around and I
know all about your... tastes.' The way he paused before he chose his words
told me he had definitely heard about my kinks.

'But you have to prove yourself worthy. No bitch has before, so I don't see
why you would, but it's worth finding out. Well, at least it will be
fun. For me,' he added, smilingly. I opened my mouth to say how I would I
would certainly do my best to be all that he wanted me, but he just held up
his hand and sighed.

'Clearly, you're not off to a good start, slut. Shall I just return you to
the road I found you on or are you going to make an effort here?' Fuck, the
disappointment in his voice nearly made me cry. I cast my eyes downward and
shook my head. I got down on all fours and started to kiss his
boots. Wrong! He yanked me up by the leash and slapped my face, hard.

'Wow, I knew you were young, but I didn't think you'd be this ignorant.'
With that, he spat in my face, 'and don't wipe it or try and lick it off
before I tell you to, bitch. In fact, and I regret having brought you here
if I still have to explain this, don't do anything without my order.' He
pushed me back on my knees and watched me sternly. After about ninety
seconds, my face turned red and I started convulsing. He just smirked and
said, 'Good boy. Breathe.' I gasped and let in the air I deprived myself of
trying to please the hottest stranger ever to pick me up.

'You may clean my boots now.' The words came as a suggestion but the tone
clearly was an order; my new master was definitely used to being served. I
licked his motorcycle boots up and down as he grunted in approval. My skin
tingled at the fact I was pleasing him and I worked harder, licking up all
the grime and giving the boots the most thorough spit shine they had seen
in ages. I felt him leaning over and rummaging in a drawer, but I knew
better than to pause my work and look up, so I started cleaning the soles
of his boots. There was mud and grime in the profile, small bits of gravel
I pushed out with my tongue and a bit of gum I had to soften up and pull
off with my teeth. My tongue was sore, and I felt so dirty, but ultimately
happy to feel I was doing a good job for my master.

'Hold it.' I sat back up, looking apprehensively at the hot stud. I thought
I was doing well. He pushed me onto my back with the sole of his boot. I
had his wet footprint on my chest, but no stains, which made him smile.

	'Good job, slave boy. Now, take 'em off.' I got back on my knees
and pulled off my master's boots, placing them neatly beside his feet. He
touched my lips with his big toe, and I knew I had to wait for the order,
but fortunately he decided not to test me with this.

'Lick.' Oh, his feet were rank! I loved the smell and I loved licking
between his filthy toes, sucking each one, cleaning the nails with my
teeth. The man loved it, too, he even moaned a little. I was in heaven. My
master got hard from the way I cleaned his sweaty feet and I was leaking
pre-cum into my tight leather shorts, I was getting off on this so much. I
licked and slobbered all over his feet, getting his taste in my mouth and
his smell on my face. He owned me, and now I felt anyone would be able to
smell it. Apparently, this was not enough for him. He stood up, unzipped
his motorcycle trousers, and pulled out his hard nine-inch cock, waving it
in my face.

'Open up, boy.' I knew what was coming, I had craved it since I saw his
horny smile and felt his hard erection through the leather. I secretly
hoped this was just the beginning, and as his golden stream hit the back of
my mouth, I closed my eyes, savouring the taste before I swallowed a
mouthful of his acrid piss. He didn't stop pissing on me when I closed my
mouth just long enough to swallow, and I got drenched in his warm liquid.

'Rub it into your chest and abs, slave.'

I washed myself with his purest excretion. Now I really smelled like him
and I started to feel more and more like his property. I swallowed a few
more mouthfuls before he stopped and sat back down. He rubbed his feet on
my chest, scraping his nails on my nipples. I gasped and shivered at the
way he just played with me, confident I was a mere toy to him. He pushed
his foot into my mouth, ordering me to suck it. I was wolfing down his
foot, sucking the piss and moaning in ecstasy.

'Enough. Wrists.' I thrust my hands forward, patiently letting him put the
two thick leather cuffs he got out of the drawer on my wrists.

'Ankles.' I lifted my left foot so he could easily put the ankle cuff on,
and switched. I now had cuffs on my ankles and wrists to go with the shorts
and the dog collar around my neck, completing the slutty outfit. My master
looked me up and down, visibly admiring the piss-dripping slave in front of
him. He licked his lips and pulled on my leash.

'Time to switch it up, boy.' I shivered as I crawled happily after him. At
the end of the hall, I could see the bathroom light. I hadn't noticed it
before when we came into the house. Was there someone else in the house? I
looked around as we entered the bathroom, but I didn't see anyone. My
master slapped me hard, 'Pay attention, boy, or this night shall end sooner
than any of us would like it to.'

Startled, I looked up at my master. He still looked stern, his eyes smiling
cruelly. I realised I never wanted this night to end.