Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2012 23:11:17 +0000
From: Josh Armstrong <josharmstrong2007@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck Boy - Chapter One

Fuck Boy - Chapter One

NOTES: Here we go with Chapter One! I hope you enjoy. And do drop me a
quick email if you like what you read - or if you have any suggestions -
your messages always motivate a quicker next chapter! Email
josharmstrong2007@gmail.com. I have two other stories on here too
(Contracted To Justin and Working For Darren), both told from the sub's
view. One day I'll finish them both. Also - if you like this story - do
read 'Bred Slave', an all time Nifty fave of mine, and 'Levi And Noah' too,
a recent favourite.


CHAPTER ONE: FIRST PISS

Fuck boy had now been kneeling for two hours on the wooden floor of my play
room, naked, hands behind his back, legs apart, cock and balls nicely on
show. As he had stripped down and assumed this position, following my
immediate command to get naked and choose a pose that would please me, his
dick had become fully erect, with his sticky pink cockhead poking out of
his tightly stretched foreskin. It stayed that way for about 15 minutes,
but then his erection started to subside.

The sexual thrill of his arrival, my firm command, and his sudden nudity,
was short lived. As his cock subsided, to semi, then simply slightly stiff,
and finally to its most flaccid state, his face reddened, and then
frowned. Horniness had given way to fear, and then doubt, and then, one
would hope, a little bit of self-loathing. What had he done? Why was he
here? What would this man do to him? Was this really what he wanted? All
these thoughts would be going through his mind. Just as I had intended.

I only entered that room once during those two hours, to place his clothing
Ð shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt and hooded top Ð into the kitchen bin I had
deliberately left in there. His only clothes were now soaking in the juices
of a week's worth of rotting food waste. Other than during that brief
entrance, fuck boy had spent two hours totally alone, to relish in his
fear, and his enforced nudity. There was no clock in there, so to him it
almost certainly felt like longer than it really was.

I know about his subsiding cock and reddening face because he was on
camera. There were cameras in every room in my apartment, and in that room
Ð my play room Ð there were six. Where he had chosen to kneel meant I could
see him from the front, back and above. Only one spot in the room was
better suited for observing my subs on camera, and he would be punished for
not choosing it.

I didn't watch him constantly for the whole two hours, but I had footage
from the three most useful cams constantly streaming onto both the Mac in
my lounge and the large screen in my bedroom, so I saw most of his ordeal.

The first thing he noticeably realised, a few minutes in, while his cock
was still hard, was that at the end of this room was a large window. In his
rush to comply with my command, he had foolishly chosen to face it, meaning
his cock and balls were pointing towards it, on show to anyone who looked
in. My apartment is on the third floor of a block, but there was another
block of flats just the other side of the small communal garden.

As it happened the net curtain covering the window meant that, while he
could see out, no one could see in. Unless it went dark and I turned the
lights on. He presumably knew that was the case, but even the slight chance
someone in the neighbouring apartment block might see him in this exposed
state Ð now or later Ð would have intensified that fear already brewing
deep inside about his sudden enforced nudity.

As the two hours passed he began to look around the room and take in what
was stored in there. Moving his head in this way was against the rules, of
course, and the fucker would have to be punished for it later. But seeing
the paddles and canes, whips and chains, weights, dildos and candles,
attached to hooks and stored on shelves all around that room, will have
added to that mounting fear deep inside fuck boy's gut. That fear certainly
contributed to the subsidence of the hard on. And however inexperienced
fuck boy was of the BDSM scene Ð and he was very inexperienced Ð he would
have seen all of these implements used in the videos I sent him links to,
so he'd have a vague idea of how each could be used to cause him pain.

While keeping an eye on fuck boy's meditation, I had a pretty productive
two hours. First, I responded to some work emails. I work from home, and
love going about my professional business while one of my pathetic cunt
boys is suffering next door, or even better in the same room. Taking a long
work phone call while your sub sucks your balls or works his tongue into
your sweaty and, preferably, shitty asshole is a real turn on, not least
because it tells the bitch that Ð just because he's worshipping your body
with his faggy tongue Ð he has no right to be your primary concern.

Second, I emailed another dom I know, big dicked Michael, who works
weekends at a pizza place. We agreed that I'd order pizza from him by phone
later that evening and have him come into the apartment and make use of
fuck boy as his tip. It was a set up of course, that's what the email was
about, but to fuck boy it would look like I was letting a stranger into my
home to see him in his exposed naked state, and that I was then letting
that stranger fuck his mouth instead of paying a tip. Brilliant. And while
Michael was always a pretty mediocre dom, I did enjoy watching cunt boys
choke on his 10 inch monster cock and, like me, he always pissed into his
subs after unloading his spunk (whichever hole had been used).

Third, I unpacked the rucksack fuck boy had brought with him. The fifty
quid was in there and a large hard back history text book from his
university's library. The cash was to cover my costs. As a student, fuck
boy was presumably of limited means, but there was no way I was subsidising
this cunt's weekend of fun, and I'd laid out for candles, a heat rub gel
and three cans of dog food. Plus there was the pizza I'd eat and the beer
I'd drink. The library book would make a nice alternative to my paddle and
belt for beating his ass, plus if I decided to let him cum this weekend,
he'd spunk his load into the pages of this text book, and then take it back
to his uni library on Monday.

Most of the bag was filled with the underwear I'd demanded he bring with
him at the last minute. Every pair of boxer shorts he owned. There were 25
in total and, to my delight, 22 were dirty. It must be nearly laundry
day. Even better, many of the dirty pairs had the very stains I'd been
hoping for. Fuck boy didn't always wipe his ass or shake his cock quite as
well as he should after shitting or pissing. Four pairs also had cum
stains. Dirty boy.

This was better than even the optimist inside me had expected. I may have
agreed to fuck boy's request to keep shit out of our relationship, but by
my rules licking his own skid marks didn't fall under that arrangement. And
the taste of the shit stains in his own pants would prepare him well for
the taste of my shit, that I was still adamant he'd experience at some
point before he left my apartment tomorrow, albeit at his request.

After two hours fuck boy's physical discomfort Ð his knees were starting to
feel the pain that kneeling on a hard wooden floor for two hours will
deliver Ð was starting to match his mental agony. At about ninety minutes
I'd feared he was about to get up and come and find me, or maybe even try
to leave. But he didn't let me down. He simply lifted the pressure from
each of his knees in turn a few times and then resumed his
position. Presumably the pain from kneeling had got too much. Cheeky
fucker, how dare he think about his own comfort when he should have been
focusing on how to please me? He'd be punished for that too. The
punishments were mounting up pretty nicely already.

And then, it was time.

I was confident fuck boy would wait at least two hours, despite his
confused naked state, but even he would give up eventually. So I needed to
get things going. Plus, having drunk three bottles of beer on top of the
two coffees I'd had before fuck boy's arrival, I was now bursting for a
piss big time.

I removed my trousers, shoes and socks. I was going commando so was now
naked from the waist down, though my long t-shirt covered just over half my
dick. I usually like to be fully clothed while tormenting newer subs Ð it
really emphasises their nudity, and your ingrained superiority to them Ð
but I suspected that this was going to be fuck boy's first experience of
drinking piss, and he was going to take the first few gulps direct from my
cock. That kind of thing can end pretty messily, and I didn't want him
splashing my piss back onto my trousers.

Being bare foot I could enter the play room real quiet this time, meaning I
was standing in front of him before he even realised I had entered. I made
sure he could see the bottom half of my cock below my t-shirt. I'm a good
six inches flaccid. I'd noted that his cock had shrivelled into a tiny
little thing over the two hours, despite being averagely sized when fully
erect. This also pleased me greatly. It's not a prerequisite for me that my
sub's cock be dwarfed by my own, but it's generally better if the dom is
better endowed, and while when erect my dick was about two inches bigger
that fuck boy's, in the flaccid state my cock was monumental next to his
small lump.

"In a moment you are going to tilt your head back and open your mouth" I
said. "I need a piss. It's going to be a long, strong piss, and you are
going to drink it all in one shot. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir" he said, visibly shaking, his intense fear now audible and
visible.

"You'd better not spill a drop. My piss is precious, and it's an honour for
a pathetic fuck like you to even be in the same room as it, let alone to
actually drink it".

I paused, long enough for fuck boy to realise he was meant to respond. Ten
seconds of silence Ð he pulled a confused face - and then, finally, another
ten seconds later "thank you sir".

"Thank you for what, you ungrateful cunt".

"Thank you for honouring me by letting me drink your valuable piss?" He
said it like a question, in a squeaky girl-like voice, confusion now doing
battle with the fear and embarrassment that dominated his mind. I let the
poor delivery pass for the time being.

"OK, tilt that head, and open your piss drinking hole".

I always start by pissing into my sub. Partly because it's one of my
favourite kinds of domination. And partly because it sends an important
message into the retard's tiny little brain.

Some doms only piss into their subs after cumming down their throats
first. I do that too of course, no fucker gets the glory of consuming my
cum without taking a helping of piss to wash it down. The way I see it,
that's what nature intended. Every cocksucker is a piss drinker too,
simple. Otherwise why did God make it that you always need to piss ninety
seconds after cumming?

But when it comes to full on subs, for me it's important piss drinking
isn't just something that happens at the end of a blow job. Otherwise it
becomes a sexual act. Piss drinking is not sexual. It's a disgusting act
that only low life cunts like fuck boy do, not for enjoyment, and certainly
not for sexual fulfilment, but to reaffirm their status, as worthless
beings that exist only to amuse and serve better men like me.

Of course some subs do get a sexual thrill out of gulping down your
piss. This is frustrating, but tolerable. You just move those fuckers onto
shit eating sooner, and if they get off on that too, you just make them eat
so much of the stuff Ð including their own Ð that they end up vomiting for
a week. I only ever had one sub who truly enjoyed the shit thing, and even
he went flaccid once I had him redigest his own vomit. That was too
disgusting for even me to watch, so I videoed him being ass fucked by
another sub while he ate a bowl of his own excrement and sent the tape to
his wife. We never spoke again.

Fuck boy, I'm pleased to say, remained flaccid throughout that first piss
drinking session, and never really got turned on by any of the toilet stuff
that became a key part of our relationship. Which is further proof that my
recruitment process works.

I placed my cock head into his mouth, paused for five seconds, and then let
a slow stream of piss flow. As expected, he didn't swallow as I pissed,
instead letting his mouth fill with my strong warm liquid. Actually that
made it worse for him, because this was strong piss, and as it rose around
his tongue you could see his face frown as the taste started to
register. Just before his mouth was full he had to let a shot of it down
his throat. The rest tried to follow, causing him Ð by reflex Ð to cough,
jolt forward and involuntarily spit out what was still in his mouth.

I was ready for this. Firstly, I'd already shut off my flow before this
happened.  And yes, that is a great achievement on my part, given how much
piss was in my bladder. But I'm highly skilled at this kind of thing. Fuck
boy, needless to say, didn't make the effort to remark on those skills, let
alone commend me for them. Yet more strikes to add to his punishment
score. He was going to get quite a beating.

Anticipating the spillage I took a small step back Ð I might have removed
my trousers, but I wasn't that keen about getting piss on my legs
either. More importantly, I raised my right hand high, brought it down with
speed and slapped fuck boy's cheek hard. Not so hard as to knock him over,
but hard enough to hurt. My timing was perfect, his brain registered the
slap before realising his fuck up. To his credit he didn't move his hands
to try and shield his face or rub his now burning skin. Before he could
think of any words, I spoke, fiercely and loud.

"You ungrateful, arrogant little fuck. How dare you, you ungrateful little
cunt. Lick it up, and don't you dare let a drop go to waste".

By this time I was pointing at the small puddle of piss, mixed in with his
saliva, now on the floor by his knees. Actually, there wasn't much of it,
although he'd only swallowed a little shot of my piss, most of that which
he had spilt had splashed onto his chest rather than the
floor. Nevertheless, there was a little pool ready for licking.

This time he did try to move his hands to aid his balance as he licked up
the spilt piss. "Keep your fucking hands behind your fucking back, you cock
sucking mother fucking cunt". We'd exchanged very few words since his
arrival, though my initial commands had been firm but polite. So it was
great to have a reason to totally lay into the little bitch with such
verbal force.

He knew he was being tested this weekend, and despite the two hours of
embarrassing and unnecessary alone time, and the immediate jump into
something as unpleasant as piss drinking, he was still desperate to pass
that test. So it was good for him to know how badly he was doing, partly
because he'd try harder, and party because it would add to the fear. And
you know how much I like the fear.

"OK, back on your knees" I said, no longer shouting as such, but in a
harsher tone than my original commands. "And this time, you useless fuck,
swallow, don't spit".

I placed my cockhead back into his mouth and let out another short flow of
my valuable urine. Again he let his mouth fill, but once full he slowly let
it into his throat, shot by shot. His throat made loud gurgling noises as
he fought the reflex to gag. The taste clearly disgusted him, and having to
control his throat in this way caused great discomfort. Perfect. I gave him
a third mouth full of piss.

It was clearly a monumental struggle, but fuck boy had managed two mouths
full without any spillage. On the fourth go I didn't stop pissing when his
mouth got full. Now a little more in control of this throat, he tried to
keep up, put piss started overflowing and running down his face. I stopped
pissing, and slapped him again, this time while his mouth was still full,
resulting in the remaining piss that was in there flying out of his mouth
onto the floor. This spillage was bigger, and the puddle went
further. Though ever the athlete, I managed to ensure none of it went on
me.

"You shit hole, you absolute shit hole, I've never, ever É why aren't you
licking it up, you fucking useless cunt".

He quickly bent down, remembering to keep his hands behind his back this
time, and got about licking up his mess. It took a little bit longer this
time and I took the opportunity to grab a pint glass and bright pink
drinking straw I'd left on the table by the window. I then waited for fuck
boy to finish his clean up and resume his position.

"OK, so you're a totally useless, completely incapable, entirely ungrateful
cunthole", I said, back in my calm but harsh voice, "now we know. I'm not
sticking my magnificent dick into the mouth of a useless bitch boy who
can't even swallow a few shots of piss. So, we'll have to get it in you
another way. But don't think that just because I'm letting you do it the
easy way for now that I'm OK with that. If this is you trying hard to
impress me, well, what at total waste of space you are".

As I was saying this I put my cock into the pint glass and started
pissing. There was still plenty of piss in my bladder. When the glass was
nearly full I put the pink drinking straw in it and held it up to his
mouth. "Suck" I said. And so he began to down a pint of my piss, having
already choked down and licked up well over a half pint of the stuff. I
deliberately used a childish looking bright pink straw for this task Ð the
innocence of the straw somehow heightening just how disgusting it was to
chug down another guy's urine.

To be fair he drank the pint of piss pretty quickly. He clearly knew he'd
fucked up big time when I'd tried to piss into him directly, and that he
really needed to impress me now. He failed to hide how much he hated the
taste though, and grimaced throughout. But he paused for breath only
twice. And then, there we were: with a pint and half of my piss inside him,
we were ready to get started properly.

"So you think this is a pose that will please me", I said, having placed
the now empty pint glass back on the window table. I gestured in a way to
show that 'this' referred to the way he was currently kneeling before
me. Still trying to adjust to the strong piss taste that remained in his
mouth, it took fuck boy a few seconds to realise I was referring to my very
first command: "Get naked, put your clothes neatly on the floor, then adopt
the pose you think will please me most".

"Well, fuck boy, this does not please me. Not at all. Things aren't going
very well, are they?"

"I'm sorry sir, I am trying sir, I'm really sorry, please, let me make it
up to you sir".

"Oh don't worry, your ass and your balls with be making it up to me
later. Now stand up and I'll show you the pose a proper fuck boy would
use".