Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2007 19:57:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Smith <enslaved2str8@yahoo.com>
Subject: Enslaved to Hard Young Cock revised chapter 10

"That feels good, babe.  My cock feels great between your pretty lips."
For the first time during our drive-in "date," Zach sounded genuinely
appreciative of me.

"Just keep holding it like that.  I'm close.  I'm gonna begin feeding it to
you real slow.  Just a little bit at a time, so you can get used to taking
it in your mouth and swallowing it down.  Understand, babe?"

I looked up at the muscular blond teenager with his cock gently enclosed by
my moist lips.  He was looking down at me with his beautiful blue eyes.  If
there was any part of my mind or body that was still holding back from a
total desire to make this amazing young stud happy, it let go in that
moment.  I knew my one purpose in life was to serve this sexually demanding
young man.

I gently closed my eyes to focus on the feeling of the big teenage tool
resting in my mouth.  It throbbed a little as it unwooded slightly more.

Then it happened!

Hot fluid slowly began emptying out of softening cockhead into my mouth.

True to his promise, Zach unloaded only a small amount of his urine into my
mouth before stopping.

My taste buds were instantly hit with the strong, salty flavor of the young
man's hot urine.  It was amazing to me that I was actually taking the
teenager's piss into my mouth!

"Oh, yeah!  That's great, girl.  You've got some of my good shit in your
mouth now.  Can you taste me?  Of fuckin' course you can!"

The powerful smell and flavor of Zach's piss filled my senses totally.

"Drink me down, girl.  Take me into your tummy.  Fuckin' swallow my piss,
goddamnit!"

Zach's shouted instruction shot directly into my brain and I found myself
swallowing his hot fluid.  His urine gave my stomach a warm and comforting
feeling like I had just started sipping the tastiest hot chocolate on
earth.  The young man's piss tasted distinctively of the beer he had been
consuming all evening.

"Fuck, yeah!  That's a good toilet slave.  You like the taste of me in your
queer belly, buddy?"

I was still a little too shocked by what was happening to formulate any
kind of response to Zach's question.

Zach didn't seem to mind, though, and a moment later I felt and tasted
another small amount of his urine being released into my mouth.

When the flow stopped, I automatically took the fluid into my belly.
Again, the beer-smelling piss filled my senses and filled my stomach with
its warmth.

Taking the teenager's piss into my body was giving me some new kind of high
for the evening.

The next piss installment was larger than the first two and I had to
swallow it down in two careful gulps rather than one.

"Yeah, that's terrific, girl.  You're a good fuckin' piss whore.  I know
you need more of this fuckin' stuff inside you -- and believe me I got what
feels like a fuckin' gallon of the stuff in my bladder.  But we need to
pick up the pace or I'll have to be here all fuckin' night draining my
trouser snake into your face."

A second later Zach unleashed a full mouthful of his hot piss into me.  I
had to hold his cockhead very firmly between my lips in order to prevent
any of the warm shit from escaping from my mouth.  I wasn't sure how to
proceed because I didn't see how I could begin to gulp the stuff down
without either choking or having it pour out of my mouth.

Zach wasn't happy with my inaction.

"Let's get the fuck goin' here, asshole.  I've got a huge serving of your
favorite hot beverage in me and we gotta keep the good stuff flowin' into
your tummy."

I knew I needed to act, so I proceeded to try to take a first gulp of the
stud's piss down my throat.

Things did not go well and I immediately began choking as the hot fluid
entered the wrong pipe in my throat.

I involuntarily spit out Zach's cockhead and sprayed the remaining contents
of my mouth inside the toilet stall.

I coughed violently trying to clear the pungent urine from my lungs and
throat.

When I finally straightened back up on the toilet seat, the side of my face
exploded in pain as the palm of Zach's powerful right hand made violent
contact with my cheek.

"You goddamn fuckin' freak!" Zach yelled directly into my painfully
throbbing face, spit angrily flying out of his mouth at the same time.

"I thought you understood your place here.  I thought you finally
understood that your only job here is to take me the way I want.  You
fuckin' failed, you goddamn worthless piece of shit!"

I was both terrified and ashamed.  I thought Zach might really finally
carry through on his earlier threats to beat the living daylights out of
me.  Weirdly, though, the stronger emotion was my feeling of deep shame at
having failed to service the demanding young stud exactly the way he
wanted.

Nothing happened for a moment.  Then I felt my face being hit by hot
liquid.  I looked up toward Zach's crotch and was immediately hit in the
eyes by his hot piss.  I slammed my eyes closed.

As my closed eyes burned from the acrid urine, Zach's bladder unloaded onto
my face and hair.  When those were thoroughly coated, his hot stream began
to soak my clothes.  The flow was powerful and it felt like I was being hit
by a firehose.  It went on a long time before the flow finally slowly and
then stopped.

The stench was incredible!  My face, hair and clothes were totally soaked
with the teenager's strong, beer-smelling urine!

I opened my eyes and desperately tried to blink away the sting of the angry
teenager's piss.

"Stupid fuckin' faggot," Zach said as I saw him tuck his soft, now-drained
cock and his balls back into his jeans and button them up.  "You smell like
a goddamn fuckin' urinal, shithead.  How appropriate.  You ain't gettin'
back in my car like that.  Good luck gettin' home.  Maybe one of your queer
boyfriends can pick you up."

With that, Zach unlocked the toilet stall door and walked out.  As soon I
heard the men's room door close behind him, a wave of panic shot through my
urine-covered body.  I sat there on the toilet seat soaked and in shock,
unable to get my brain to function at all.

I don't know how much time passed before the sound of the men's room door
opening jarred me from my stupor and made me jump up about five feet from
the toilet seat.

To be continued. . . .