Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2022 00:05:45 +0000 From: Alan Rutherford Subject: Humiliated by young chavs - submission 9 Scotty let the spit drop slowly from his mouth into mine, then slipped his big, uncut dick out of his trackies. I tried desperately to escape knowing what was coming my way, but it was useless. Within seconds a stream of disgusting warm piss filled my mouth. I tried to swallow it as quickly as I could, but it was hard work and felt like the flow was never going to stop. I also realised that Kaylum had joined us and was giggling while recording the whole thing. Presumably so the evil prick could sell the video online. Luckily, after about 30 seconds, the flow stopped and Scotty shook his cock until the last few drops covered my face. "Now what do you fucking say?" he yelled. "Thank you for feeding me your delicious piss, I am so lucky." I replied, trying to sound as genuine as possible. "Fucking sicko" laughed Kaylum, as the gag was forced back in my mouth. The two lads made their way downstairs, although the phone was left to record me waiting for the next chav to pay me a visit. After what felt like about 20 minutes, Sam came upstairs. He sat on the toilet and released a loud fart. It smelled disgusting, even on the other side of the room and I gagged into my gag. "Hahaha my beer farts too much for you are they gayboy?". He then proceeded to take a shit, which I knew would stink out the bathroom for the rest of the night, and I had no choice but to endure it. Sam stood up and went to grab the toilet roll, before realising there was none left. "Fucks sake" he said, before flinging the empty tube out the window. Just as well I have my own little personal arse cleaner sat here waiting for me isn't it. I tried to beg him not to make me do this through my gag, but he just laughed, probably sensing the panic. He removed the gag from my mouth and squatted his arse against my face, squashing my head against the wall so I had nowhere to move. "Get fucking cleaning. I want it spotless." I began to lick his arse as quickly and deeply as I could, struggling to breath and having the inhale the smell as I took breaths through my nose. It was grim. As hot as Sam was, and as much as I'd have done anything to lick his arse under normal circumstances, I hated him treating me like this. After a few minutes, when he was satisfied I had done a good job, he removed his arse from my face and I took several deep breaths, which made him laugh even more. "Thank you sir for letting me clean your arse. It was an honour." I blurted out knowing he would tell me to. "Fucking freak. I didn't even tell you to thank me." he grinned. He then bent over and pulled a fresh toilet roll out the cupboard, then winked at me and said "Oh guess there was plenty here after all." Before pulling his boxers back up, he bent over once more and released another fart in my face, before putting my gag back in, closing the door and heading back down to join the lads. I was sat covered in stale piss and breathing in the smell of farts and shit, while listening to the young lads downstairs drinking and having a great time. How did I allow myself to get into this mess and how was I ever going to escape? Some time passed before Kaylum and Afti came upstairs together. They didn't even acknowledge me, Afti yanked my gag and began pissing straight into my mouth, while Kaylum just decided to cover me in his piss. They chatted away as if I wasn't even there, with both occasionally spitting on me, as they would in an actual urinal. The gag was put back in and they were gone shortly after. This coming and going continued for hours. I swallowed farts, piss, spit and snot. At about 2am the lads quietened down, and Junaid came up to stop the recording of me. "Gonna leave you here for the night though gayboy, just in case your services are needed in the night" he smirked, before turning the light off and leaving. I couldn't believe they were leaving me like this all night. I was desperate for a piss myself, having swallowed so much of theirs. I had no choice but to piss all over myself and sat there sobbing at how pathetic I had become. The next morning, after the longest night of my life, Kaylum uncuffed me and dragged me downstairs, still gagged. The lads were all dressed in matching footie kits, looking absolutely amazing. "Right you little perv, stop drooling over us in out kits, we know how fuckin good we look. We're off out as got a Sunday League game. While we're gone, you're going to clean the bathroom you made such a mess of last night. Your hands will remain tied so you don't try any funny business, so you'll have to use your tongue. If it's not perfect when we get back, you're in big trouble. Now kiss all our boots for good luck." I did as I was told before being dragged back to the bathroom. I heard the lads leave and the door get double locked behind them. I knew whatever cleaning job I did wouldn't be good enough. But I was not prepared for what they had in store for me later.