Date: Sun, 27 May 2012 01:58:49 +0100 From: Matt Buck <matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com> Subject: Descent, part 2B Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional in that it never happened. Any likeness to real events is entirely coincidental. The characters are from my imagination. Story by mattbuck (matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com). Comments, suggestions and (constructive) criticism always welcome. This is part B2 of the Descent story (http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/urination/descent/), and follows on directly from part B1, wherein the narrator found one of his friends chained to a toilet, and so used him as one. More of my stories can be found on the Nifty.org prolific authors list: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#mattbuck MF, (MM), oral (FM), piss, (scat) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was getting dark when Sarah returned to halls from her time shopping in town. She was glad to be back inside -- her beige raincoat did a decent enough job against damp and wind, but didn't help much against the cold. It also made her look like a seedy old man who'd been to the local sex shop. To be fair though, that wasn't entirely untrue. She took the lift up to the third floor, dumped her bags and shoes in her bedroom, then crossed to the opposite corridor to check on James. Opening the door slowly, she listened for noise. There was a shower going and the toilet door was closed, so she crept up, careful not to let the door slam behind her, and was rewarded with a sucking noise and low groans. Suppressing a giggle, she leant back against the wall and waited. The groans got louder, as did the slapping noise of flesh on flesh, until there was a muffled "oh god", then silence. A moment later there was the sound of a zip being done up, then the click of the lock. The door opened, and a fairly short dusty-haired boy walked out. "Hi Ed," she said lightly. He jumped, muttered something she presumed was a hello, and almost ran out of the door. She laughed and rounded the corner into the toilet, wriggling her toes in the cool piss that covered the floor. "So babe, how was your day?" She asked as she looked down at her boyfriend, his well-toned body shining wet in the yellow light from above, his hair tousled and his face bearing the unmistakable remains of ropes of cum left to dry. He reeked of piss, and it was just sooo much better than she'd dared hope. James said something in reply, but it wasn't important -- only one thing was. "How many?" she breathed, almost rapturously. "Five people, six blowjobs and four loads of piss. And how was your day?" "Got what I wanted," she replied before leaning down and smothering his mouth with a kiss. She could taste the piss and cum on his lips, and it was that much better knowing that it was someone else's rather than their own. Got what you wanted too... plus some other stuff." Their lips parted, and she hiked up her coat and sank to her knees on the wet floor. "How's your cock been?" "It got a couple of strokes, but that's all." "Aww," she cooed, "poor baby, sitting here all afternoon with a hard cock. Why don't you let me help you?" She opened her mouth wide and slowly engulfed his cock, not letting it actually touch her until the tip was almost at the back of her throat, then closing her mouth and rubbing her tongue over the warm underside, tasting the saltiness that came from piss and generally not having washed recently, making him moan loudly in appreciation. She kept at it for a minute or two's pleasure before pulling off -- she wasn't finished with him yet, and didn't want him cumming before she was ready. Besides, she thought as she stood back up, seeing him frustrated was fun. "I'm sorry babe, but you know I need you hard and horny," she simpered. "Here, have something to take your mind off it." She put her back against the open door and raised her right foot from the wet floor, bringing it dripping to his mouth. He eagerly licked it, removing the piss and the built up sweat from having walked around in shoes all day. Oh she loved him when he was submissive like that, his eyes closed, leaning as far forward as he could with his hands still chained to the downpipe. He enjoyed it, no, he loved it, licking her dirty feet. In return she tried not to laugh when his tongue tickled her. "Erm, excuse me?" Sarah jumped, almost kicking James in the face and falling over to boot, which was hardly the graceful movement of a dominatrix in front of her sub. She looked round -- the shower had been turned off and its occupant was now standing in the gangway, a green towel wrapped around his waist and a small puddle forming below him. "Uh, hi... is the blowjob service still going?" James looked up and said "Hi Matt," before returning to sucking on her toe. Standing on one leg having her toe sucked felt suddenly ridiculous when being watched, so she pulled her foot away from James's mouth and returned it to the ground and the piss that pooled there. "Sorry Matt," she replied, looking him up and down, taking in the slicked-back brown hair, the red pointy nipples and the fat at his waist. "I was just about to take him away -- I've got some plans for him. Maybe another time." "Oh, shame, I rather fancied... well, never mind. He gives really good head though." "Thanks!" James interjected, leaning to the side so he could see past the doorframe. "Yeah, so I've been told," Sarah replied, smiling. "If I tie him up again like this, I'll make sure you know." "Er, thanks. Well, I'll... go. Hope you have fun with your plans and stuff." He gave her an awkward smile then turned and walked out the door, which closed behind him with a bang due to the overzealous self-closing mechanism. Sarah turned back to her boyfriend, idly resting her foot on the toilet seat to scratch an itch on her ankle. "What did you two do together?" She asked, curious. "I gave him a blowjob, he pissed on me, then gave me a kiss and a quick wank. Why do you ask, and can I get up now? Sarah?" Sarah stepped out into the corridor, ignoring James and the door banging behind her, looking up and down the corridor. The bathroom was at one end of it, at the far end was a fire escape, and in between seven rooms, one of which she assumed was his -- unless he'd gone to a different corridor to shower, which would have been a bit odd but not impossible. It probably wasn't the one opposite the bathroom -- she hadn't heard another door open before the bathroom door slammed, but that still left six to try. Or not, she thought, noticing the wet footprints on the green carpet, leading her down the corridor to the final door on the left, which had the name "Matt" written on it -- so much for her great detective work. She pondered what she should say for a few moments, and whether she should knock. No. She turned the handle and walked straight in. Lucky he'd left his door unlocked really. "Hi Matt, mind talking to me for a few minutes?" He was standing at his computer desk, back to the door, pale arse exposed and green towel in a soggy green heap at his feet. He whirled around at the sound of her voice, then realised he was naked, crouching to retrieve his towel. "Uh, do you mind waiting outside while I get dressed?" She closed the door and sat down on the bed, letting her coat fall to show her leg bare from toe to mid-thigh. "Well, pretty much yes, I do mind. Anyway, this way I'm probably saving you time." "Um... okay?" He slipped down into his chair, holding the towel protectively over his lap. "So, what did you do to my boyfriend?" His face flushed red immediately, and he started stammering. She graciously rescued him. "Don't worry, it's what he was there for, and believe me, I think it's really fucking hot." She licked her lips as she let that sink in for a second. "I just want to know what you did with him, so I know he's telling me the truth." "Well, he sucked my cock," Matt started. "Where did you cum?" "Uh... on his face." He blushed again. Cute. She licked her lips. "Go on." "Uh, then I... er... pissed in his mouth." "Oh, he loves that. For that matter I do too." She got up and walked slowly towards him, swinging her hips, then sidling around behind him. She ran a hand over his stomach, squeezing his soft chest. "Did you like pissing in my boyfriend's mouth?" "Yessss..." "Good boy, I wish I'd been there to watch, I'd love to watch a guy piss in his mouth, and fuckkk he looks so hot sucking cock..." She moved her hand down and started rubbing the front of his towel, feeling the shape of his cock. Mmm. "Was he the best you've ever had?" "Yes," he gasped as she squeezed. "But he's only the second." "Only the..." Well, this put a different light on things. Ohh, yes. "Who was the first?" Her hand snaked under his towel and wrapped around his hard cock. "Roxy..." His girlfriend? She vaguely remembered a nice Indian-looking girl. Hm, he was a lucky boy, she wouldn't have minded having Roxy herself. Maybe that could be arranged... Must be a good relationship if she didn't mind him getting blowjobs from other people, although it could be that he was just a cheater, but that didn't seem to quite fit. "So I'm only the third person to touch your cock?" She pushed the towel away and looked at it, looked about average, maybe a little thick, uncut. Not as big as James's, but not bad... "Second," he replied. "James didn't exactly have his hands available." She giggled softly. Oh he was good. One question though, and it sort of mattered, because she didn't like to think she was a bad person, just a dirty one. "Does Roxy mind you getting blowjobs from boys tied up in the bathroom?" "We sort of have an agreement." She started stroking his cock up and down, enjoying him trying to keep his thoughts together. "She'd think me an idiot if I turned it down." "James said you kissed him and stroked his cock." "Yesss..." he trailed off as she started stroking more roughly. "You like cock then? And piss?" "Mmm-hmm," he whimpered. "Good boy. I love piss. I love smelling it, I love feeling it and I love tasting it. When James was sucking your cock, did you get turned on by the smell of that piss? I did. I got so turned on I wanted to just get down on the floor and roll in it -- bet you'd love to watch that. And sometimes, when I'm coming back from lectures, I just let go and piss myself right where I'm standing -- the feel of it running down my legs, the looks on people's faces when they see what I've done -- some disgusted, some trying to ignore it, and some staring at me, because they just wish that they could be between my legs and have my piss all over them. And I think you're one of those aren't you?" She leant down and kissed him, pushing her tongue towards his. She considered telling him more, telling him how she'd shit herself when walking home, enjoying it squeezing between her cheeks and working its way forward; how when she got to her room she'd pull off her jeans, stick her fingers in her cunt and fuck herself... but maybe that was a story for another time. Safest to just play with piss to begin with, then find out how depraved he was willing to be. That way she wouldn't just scare him off. One of his hands was working its way up her inner thigh, so she pulled away - she didn't want to spoil the surprise for James. "So, do you want to join us for some fun?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright mattbuck, 2012. Licenced under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-No Derivative Works 2.0 UK: England & Wales, version 2.0 (CC-BY-NC-ND-UK-2.0) http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/uk/