My wife wanted to make love and I had to beg off, telling her that I pulled a muscle in my back and couldn't do it, but offering to go down on her. She agreed and I ate her pussy, wishing there was cum to lick out of her. She complimented me on my technique and said she would have to have me do that more often.

Finally the day arrived to visit Bill. When I arrived downstairs I saw that Bill had someone with him, who he introduced as Mike. Mike was there to run the video camera because Bill wanted a high quality video of my performance tonight.

It was clear that something special was going to happen, but I had no idea what it would be.

Bill had me kneel before the camera and stood next to me with his cock out. He handed me a large wine glass and told me to hold his cock while he pissed. I did so as the glass filled. When almost full he stopped and told me to open my mouth.

I knelt there with my mouth open and Bill pissed into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could – something not so easy with your mouth open. As Bill concluded his piss, it dribbled down my chin.

"Good boy, faggot," said Bill, "now jack off into the glass."

I was beginning to imagine what was to come – Bill was going to have me drink the piss and cum mixture once I feel ashamed of what I've done. I knew it would be difficult, but at that time it was very exciting to me, so I stroked eagerly, looking directly at the camera. I had held off cumming for a week and when I did it was a big load, and felt wonderfully strong. I don't know now many squirts there were, but I think I gave the camera a good show.

Unfortunately the flush of negative emotions was extra intense as well.

"How do you feel, faggot?" asked Bill.

"Ashamed of this perverted thing I've done," I responded.

"Then drink it all," ordered Bill.

"Yes Sir, I said," Feeling revulsion, but knowing I simply had to do it. I tipped the wine glass and looked to the camera as the streams of cum flowing into my mouth. The taste was terrible but I pushed ahead.

After tipping the glass to get the last drop, I looked directly at the camera, licked my lips and smiled.

Mike stopped the camera and Bill told me to blow Mike. I still had not recovered from my feelings of shame and really didn't want to blow him, but knew I had to. Mike stepped up to me and I began to suck him. I know I wasn't sucking him well because my heart wasn't in it. I'm sure I could have sucked him better when I was aroused, but did what I could.

It took longer than usual, but soon Mike was cumming. I'm sure I would have liked his cum under other circumstances, but now it tasted bad, but I swallowed it anyway.

Next Bill approached me and said, "You've done well, so I'll give you a choice – do you want to suck me off or shall I fuck your face?"

"You are so manly, Sir," I said, "please fuck my face."

Bill took hold of my face and fucked it as hard as last time. Like the last time, it was much like an oral rape and I savored the moment. It was rough, and once again tears were streaming down my face.

Bill smiled as he came and said, "You are such a sissy, and I'm going to make you do things you've never done before."

I swallowed his load and said, "Thank you, Sir."

Bill sent me on my way and told me to plan on four hours for next Saturday evening. On my way home I reflected on this kinky session and fondly remembered the face fucking. I knew that Saturday night would be a really big deal, but had no idea what it would be about.

A few days later I received an email from Bill with a web link. I clicked on the link and it brought up a website with pictures of me in my various submissions to Bill. There were several video thumbnails. I clicked on each and watched videos of myself submitting to Bill and then blowing him (from his original webcam) and others showing my piss drinking. If my wife ever saw these I'd be done for.

I quickly closed the web browser and cleared the web browser history list. I looked for Bill online and messaged him, asking him about the website.

Bill explained that it was so his friends could enjoy my performances. He was sure that I would continue to perform and there was no danger of the wrong people seeing the pictures or videos.

I realized that there wasn't anything I could do about it, so I decided not to make a fuss. Bill told me to not cum within three days of Saturday, so I would have good sized load.

It was Tuesday night, so I made a point of fucking my wife, so I wouldn't have to the rest of the week. As I banged away I thought of all the things I had been doing and how pissed she would be if she knew what a pervert I had become.

I told my wife I was going to be playing cards with my friends on Saturday night, so she would not be suspicious about my being out so long. I arrived at Bills and undressed. Arriving downstairs I saw Bill there naked, and three other men I had not seen before.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)