His Piss-slave

Warning: this story is about domination, mild degradation, spit, piss-play and bareback sex. 

The hook-up website was for bisexual folk but most of the profiles were men after other men. Some looking for romantic sex, others wanting to explore forbidden things they had fantasised about for years, some wanting MMF threesomes. There was something for everyone.

I checked the profiles of the guys who had looked at my own profile in the past few days. Most were bottoms like me so no use pursuing those. A few tops sounded interesting but they couldn’t host and neither could I. Like me, they were probably in a relationship where the sex had dried up or had become a bit mundane.

One profile stood out to me. He was bi, in his twenties, and could host “sometimes” (whatever that meant); and he was after a man willing to be his urinal! I checked his preferred age-group expecting the usual “same age” stuff but it was wide open – 20-80! So he was definitely worth a try.

It was years since I had experienced piss-play and I felt excited by the idea of doing it again. So I messaged the guy to say I couldn’t host, but any time he was able to do so I would be honoured to be his urinal and guzzle his piss down my throat. I added that I craved domination by a masculine top. I was up for some light rough treatment, verbal abuse (except for the word 'faggot'), and as much piss, spit and cum as he might wish to give me. His pleasure was my only desire.

A few hours later I saw that he had looked at my profile again so I knew he’d seen the message. But no response forthcoming. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained I told myself.

More than a week went by and I’d pretty much forgotten this guy. One morning my phone let me know I had mail in the account I reserved for this sort of thing. I logged onto the site and opened the message, and found it was from this same guy. He asked if I was available to be his piss-slave that afternoon at 2pm. I replied “Sir, I will be wherever you want me to be at 2pm, ready to be hosed down and used as your personal urinal.”

The stud ordered me to message my phone number and told me the address would be texted to me at 1pm. I was to bring a change of clothes in a bag and a plastic bin-bag as whatever I was wearing on arrival would end up soaked in his piss.

I replied ‘Sir, thank you for instructing this piss-slave, I will be on time ready to submit to your dominance.” There was no reply, so I got myself cleaned up and dressed in a pair of AussieBum briefs, shorts and a polo shirt, and put a full change of clothes in a small backpack. Just on one o’clock my phone beeped and there was a text message with an address on the other side of town. The message said to text him back on arrival at the building and he would then give me the apartment number. It was only a half-hour drive so I had plenty of time, and decided to lube up inside my arse in case he wanted to take it that far.

After the drive across town I located the address and parked in a visitor’s space, then walked to the front door of the apartment building and texted him to say I had arrived. I wondered if he was watching out a window and seeing me standing there. The reply a moment later gave me the apartment number, and the main door clicked open, so I headed inside to the elevator and rode up to level three. Hoping I wasn’t being set up for a bashing or something worse, I knocked on the door and it opened promptly revealing a good-looking beefy guy with a beard, who waved me inside then closed the door.

There were no introductions, he simply said “Follow me to the bathroom” and I did so. I removed my gym-shoes but left the socks on. He told me to kneel in the shower recess, and mercifully threw a towel down to spare my knees. As I knelt he began to talk dirty. “You want me to fuckin’ hose you down, don’t you bitch” and I replied “Sir, you are in command of my body”. He pulled his shorts down and aimed a semi-hard cock at me and after a few seconds a strong stream of piss hit my shirt. It was clear so I knew he had bulked up on water in preparation. His stream moved up to my face and soaked my hair, then he told me to open wide and I gulped down his piss feeling absolutely thrilled to be submitting to his dirty pleasure. But he didn’t allow me to touch his cock with my mouth, much as I wanted to do so.

He continued to hose me, making sure my clothes were soaked. Then told me he was going to get a beer for himself and I was to stay where I was. Then he bent over and spat in my face. “What do you say, bitch?” he demanded, and I replied “Thank you sir for showing me how a real man treats his slave”. He then told me to open my mouth and he spat into it several times, then slapped my face hard and said “Don’t fucking move!”.

He returned a moment later and sat on a a small stool in front of the shower, swigging on a small bottle of beer. He took his time to drink and occasionally, he leaned over and told me to open my mouth and and spat into it again. “What d’ya say bitch?” he sneered at me and I responded “Your spit tastes so good sir, may I soon have more of your piss in my mouth?”.

He stood up and aimed his cock as my face and started hosing me down again. I opened wide and endeavoured to catch as much of his piss-flow as I could. He put the beer bottle aside and yanked my had forward and buried his cock in my mouth, still pissing, and I struggled to swallow the flow, some of it running out of my mouth. When his piss-stream stopped he began moving my head backwards and forwards on his stiffening cock and I sucked and deep-throated him as best I could. I loved the feel of his stiff meaty cock sliding into my mouth and throat; I wanted only to please this dominant stud. He kept fucking my face for a while then suddenly head-locked me hard against his crutch and I felt and smelled his spurting load of cum as it jetted into my throat.

He released the pressure enough for me to get some breaths, then told me to lick his cock gently which I was more than happy to do. After a couple of minutes he again held my head in place as his stream of hot urine flooded into my mouth, and I guzzled it down thirstily till he was finished.

The stud sat back on the stool and told me “I’m not finished with you yet, bitch, stay right there while I get another beer” and he spat in my face again to show me he was still in charge.

When he returned I said “Please sir, my bladder is full.” He replied “Just piss yourself then”, and I released my sphincter and began pissing in my pants. It was soon running down my leg, a lovely warm feeling I savoured.

“Take off your shorts” he demanded and I complied, tossing them onto the floor of the shower. “Now take of your undies and kneel back down”, he ordered. “Now stick your undies in your mouth and suck the piss out of them”. I was excited to do as I was told, and could taste a glorious mix of my piss and his as I sucked on my wet underwear.

The stud took another swig of his beer then put the bottle down and took off his shorts and briefs. “Suck my dick again bitch” he grunted and I complied with delight. Soon he was rigid again and was fucking my face roughly. Then he pulled away and told me to stand up and turn around, which I did promptly. He moved against me and I felt his weapon prodding at my arse, till it found the hole it wanted. He hadn’t bothered with a condom and I was willing to risk it because I was so turned on by his dominance.

His six inches entered me none too gently, but being pre-lubed made it easier. He started thrusting into me, muttering curses and groaning with desire, and eventually started slammed home hard grunting “You’re gonna take my fucking load bitch” and I called out “Please breed me sir, make me your cum-dump” as he spasmed inside me filling me with his seed.

He held me there for several minutes till his breathing returned to normal, then pulled out of my arse, ordered me to my knees, and began pissing in my face for about twenty seconds till he was drained.

Then he slapped my face hard, spat in my face and told me to “Get dry and get dressed slut” which I did. He then shoved me towards the door of the apartment and told me that if I was lucky he might use me again sometime. “Thank you sir” I said as the door closed.

I went home with my bag of soaked clothes and threw them in the wash, then lay on the bed jerking myself off as I replayed in my head the wonderful feeling of being used as his slave and taking his spit, piss and cum inside me.