Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2014 17:18:59 -0700
From: Derek W <omksc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Local Service part 8

Local Service
by Derek W
omksc@yahoo.com

Part 8

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Chad slowly swiveled his neck to look at me.  He snorted.  Pointed at the
floor in front of the couch.  "Get the fuck off, faggot."  I slid off the
couch onto the floor.  He kicked me in the face lightly, then planted his
sock-covered foot on the back of my head and pushed down.  "I want to
stretch my legs.  Make yourself useful.  See if you can manage to be my
footstool without fucking up."

I scampered over and planted myself on my hands and knees in front of the
couch.  Chad leaned all the way back and stretched his legs out across my
lower back.  My arms were still sore from being tied up all night, so I
wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to hold myself up with his
weight on my back.

Danny said, "That looks comfortable."  I looked over, he was grinning
mischievously in the other chair.  Then he stood, walked over, plopped down
on the couch next to Chad.  "So," he said as he threw his feet up onto my
back, "have you bent this bitch over yet?"

"Nah, I'm not into that."

"Really?  Dude, you should try it.  The last cocksucker I had, man, that
little bitch had the tightest hole.  Felt great."

"Do you always do that?  I thought you just used them as cocksuckers."

"At first that was all I did.  Then last year I had a cocksucker that used
to beg me to fuck him.  After a few months I got tired of listening to him
fucking whine about it all the time.  Threw him over the table and fucked
his hole like crazy, just to shut the bitch up.  I have to say, it was a
super tight fuck, felt great.  Plus it was nice not having to worry if I
was going too fast or too hard, I could just do whatever I wanted.  Since
then, I'll fuck my cocksucker when I'm in the mood for something more than
a blow job."

"Huh," Chad said.  "Whaddya know."

"You might wanna think about it."

"Yeah, I don't know.  You can definitely fuck him if you want."

"Yeah?" Danny said.  "Should we ask him if he's into it?"

"Well, I don't personally give a fuck what he's into, but if it'll make you
feel better we can ask him.  Cocksucker!" Chad shouted, and brought his
foot down hard on my back.  "Kiss Danny's foot if you want him to fuck
you."

I thought about it. I really really loved sucking cock, but I liked getting
fucked too.  I was looking down at the floor.  In my mind's eye I
remembered the previous day, when Danny walked into the room naked, his
incredible body.  Thought about the power of that dick and that muscular
frame pounding into me.  Danny's foot was resting on the back of my neck.
I twisted my head back, but of course I couldn't reach his foot.

Danny lifted his foot up and held it in the air.  I leaned forward and
kissed the bottom of it.  This made them both crack up for some reason.
Chad muttered something under his breath, I couldn't tell what he said.
Then they laughed and Danny brought his foot back down on my neck.

I looked down at the floor and thought about the day ahead of me.

==============

Surprisingly, we stayed like that for quite a while.  Chad was flicking
through channels: sports, some cheesy horror movie, and other crap.  I
couldn't really see the TV very well from my position.  They just hung out
on the couch, legs comfortably resting on my back, shooting the breeze with
one another and completely ignoring me.  Occasionally one of them might
shift position, cross his legs or something, and throw a foot down hard on
my back.  This might make me start to crumble, or I'd grunt from the
unexpected pressure.  That would cause Chad to yell at me and give me a
good kick.  He never kicked me hard or caused any pain, it was more just to
reinforce his position over me, I think.  I didn't really mind.  Any
contact with Chad's beautiful feet was good.

After an hour or so, Chad flicked off the TV and stood.  "Let's go out," he
said.

"Sure," said Danny.

They walked into the back of the apartment to get ready.  I dropped down
onto the floor, my arms sore from serving as their foot rest.  I lay there
for a few minutes, and then Chad came back into the room.

He walked over and stood next to me, his feet just near my face on the
floor.  "I'd ask you to come hang out with us, but you can't go out just
wearing that," he said, pointing to the running shorts he had loaned me.
"You don't even have a shirt to wear, since you got yours all soaked with
piss.  Guess you'll have to stay here."

He held up a handful of ties.  "I don't want you jerking off in my
apartment, so we'll have to make sure you don't try anything."  Danny
walked into the room, and Chad motioned him over.

"Let's roll him onto his stomach," Chad said and before I could even make a
move to get away they grabbed me and rolled me around.  Chad pulled my arms
behind my back and held me down while Danny knelt on my shoulders
immobilizing me.  I made a feeble attempt to slither away, but the muscled
arms of two athletic studs were impossible to overcome, and in a matter of
seconds my wrists were bound tightly behind my back.  I tugged on the
ropes, but could barely move my arms at all.

Next they went for my legs, tying my ankles together.  I tried squirming
away but it was no use.  I expected them to leave me at that point, but no,
I was wrong.  Chad knelt next to my face, while Danny grabbed my legs and
pushed them up towards my back.  Chad lifted my arms, and they tied my
wrists to my ankles, hogtying me.

They both stepped away, and I could tell they were watching me struggle,
pulling against the ropes.  Chad walked over to me, stood by my chest, and
I craned my neck to look up at him.  He placed his sock-covered foot
against my side, slipping it under my stomach and applied force to push me
up off the floor and partially roll me to one side.  "I knew you'd have a
hard-on, faggot," he said.  In fact my dick was super rock hard from them
manhandling and binding me, tenting out the thin running shorts.  He pulled
his foot out and I fell back onto my stomach.

He leaned over and grabbed my hair and pulled hard, yanking my head back.
"See ya later, bitch."  He spat in my face, a huge one that landed right
across my nose and cheek.  Then they both laughed and walked out.  I lay
there on the floor, my arms pinned back to my legs, unable to move, my hard
dick pushing into the floor, Chad's spit drying on my face, as the day
slowly slipped away.

They left me like that for the whole fucking day.  By the time they got
back I needed to piss pretty bad.  Chad dropped a white paper bag on the
table.  "Brought you a burger, you want it?"

"Yes," I said.  "I'm really hungry."

He walked over to me, stepping on my shoulders as he moved behind my head,
and then I was untied.  My arms and wrists were really sore.  I spun around
into a sitting position and massaged them.  Danny was sitting on the big
chair watching me.  I stood and walked towards the bathroom.

Danny grabbed my wrist as I passed.  "Where you going?"

"I gotta piss and I'm gonna get cleaned up before I eat."

He pulled me down towards him and leaned in, said quietly, "You should also
get cleaned up for after you eat."  He stared at me intently.

I ate dinner by myself at the table, Chad off in his room and Danny playing
on his phone in the big chair while I checked him out from time to time.  I
was starved, and the burger (plus fries) did really hit the spot.

Though it seemed like he never looked up, Danny somehow detected when I was
finished.  "You done now?"  he asked.

"Yes."

"Come here."

He still wasn't looking at me.  I stood and walked across the room.  He
finally looked up, after making me stand in front of him for a long moment.
"Get on your knees, bitch."

I knelt down, looked up at him.  He was wearing jeans and a loose-fitting
T.  "Take my dick out."  I reached into his lap and unfastened his jeans,
pulled down the zipper.  He had on gray boxer briefs.  I pulled them down
and exposed his cock, which was soft, and his balls, which were loose and
big.  "Lick my balls and rub my cock until it gets hard."  Don't have to
tell me twice.  I dove in, licking those big luscious orbs while I tugged
on his cock.  His balls tasted fantastic, and in a few short minutes his
dick started to harden.

Danny pulled his T-shirt over his head and off.  I instinctively looked up
at his muscular chest, in awe.  He pushed my face back down into his crotch
and I went back to my ball-licking duties.

Chad walked in.  "I see the cocksucker didn't waste any time trying to get
at your dick," he said to Danny.  He threw himself down on the sofa.

Danny said nothing, and I slipped one of his balls into my mouth to suck
on.  His cock was getting pretty hard at this point.  He took my hand off
it and placed his own across his dick, pushing it down against my face and
rubbing it side to side across my cheeks.  "Okay, bitch, time to suck my
cock."

I pulled up slightly and took the tip of his dick in my mouth.  I could
feel the spongy hardness immediately start to push its way in further.  I
needed a breath so I backed off, licking the head as it slipped out.  Danny
pushed it back in again and I started to bob up and down on it, but the
rhythm of his pushing was off for some reason and it was uncomfortable and
Danny's dick kept falling out of my mouth.

"Jesus, Chad," Danny said.  "Haven't you taught this cocksucker how a keep
a dick in his mouth?  He keeps coming off it like he's never sucked cock
before."  Danny gave me several strong slaps to the face with his hard
dick.

"Yeah, I know, he's kind of lame.  Just put him wherever your want him,"
Chad said, and the next thing I knew he was standing right behind me.  "See
this?"  He grabbed a fistful of my long hair.  "I use this like a handle,"
he said, demonstrating as he yanked my head back suddenly so I was looking
upside down at him, and then he spit in my face.  "You can just hold him
down on your cock by using the handle."

Chad kind of threw my head back towards Danny's lap as he released me, and
Danny reached down and grasped me by the hair.  He pulled my face towards
him as his cock thrust up to meet me, and plunged his dick into my mouth.
He pulled me hard by the hair, forcing my head up and down on his dick.  At
one point he held me down for a long time while his cock was in my throat,
and when I couldn't take it any more and tried to pull my head up, it hurt
because of the way he was holding me down by the hair, and so I just
stopped trying to pull up and waited it out.  Eventually he pulled me up
(by the hair, of course) and I could breathe for a couple of seconds before
he yanked me back down.  "Yeah, you're right," he said to Chad.  "That
works pretty well."

Danny fucked my face for a few more minutes and then rather suddenly threw
me off him.  He kicked off his shoes and then pulled off his socks.  He
threw each of them at me and they both hit me in the face.  He shucked his
jeans in one smooth movement, pulling a condom out of his pocket as he did.
"Stand up," he said to me.  As I did I looked up at him.  He had a kind of
self-satisfied smirk on his face.  Danny reached down and grabbed my
running shorts and pulled down hard.  They slid down and my erect cock
popped out.

"Holy shit, Chad, your faggot has a huge dick." Danny said, laughing.

"Yeah?" Chad said hazily.  "File that under 'who gives a fuck.'"  Chad was
sitting on the corner of the sofa looking at his phone, not paying any
attention to us at all.  (Which seems very strange, I know, and really made
me wonder about the two of them and their relationship.  What kind of guys
behave like this: one of them face-fucks some cocksucker while the other
one is sitting five feet away totally uninterested?  This could not be the
first time they've done this.  In fact, my imagination running wild, I
assumed that it's only after quite a few times of having your buddy get his
dick sucked in front of you that you could become so blase about it as to
not even bother to look up.)

Danny unrolled the rubber onto his stiff cock and pushed me towards the
couch.  Everything was happening very quickly, my shorts were suddenly at
my ankles and Danny had moved us both over to the side of the couch.  He
grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face towards him until we were just
inches apart.  He was so handsome I was overcome for a moment and thought
maybe we would kiss.  But instead he smiled kind of evilly and said, "bend
over, bitch.  You're gonna get fucked."

Then Danny spun me around and bent me over the arm of the couch, pushing me
all the way down until my face hit the cushion.  Chad was sitting at the
opposite end, his legs curled around with his sock-covered feet on the
couch, so now they were right in front of me.  He lifted his foot and
stomped on my face, pushing it sideways deep into the sofa cushion.  Danny
meanwhile was using his knees to spread my legs apart and I felt a cold,
wet liquid on my ass.  He rubbed his finger along my ass crack and then I
felt him fingering my hole.  My hard cock was pressed against the outside
of the sofa arm cushion and by this point I was dripping precum onto the
floor.

Danny slid his finger inside and I let out a short yelp.  I took a few
breaths but without wasting any time Danny was exploring my hole with his
finger.  Then it was gone and I felt his hard dick flop against my ass.  It
had been a little while since the last time I got fucked and I suddenly
felt very nervous.  But there was no time to feel anxious as in just a
couple of seconds Danny pushed the head of his dick into my hole.

I felt a sudden stab of pain and cried out.  Chad repositioned himself so
that he could place both his feet on my face.  With half my mouth pressed
against the sofa cushion and the other half completely covered by Chad's
feet, I let out a good yell.  Danny was just holding steady, not moving,
letting me get used to him. Then, after my breathing returned to normal he
very slowly began to push inside me.  It still hurt, a little, but he took
his time.  He spent a couple of minutes with just a small portion of his
cock inside me, moving it back and forth very slowly.  By then my cries had
turned into soft moans, and his cock started to feel nice.  (He has
definitely done this before, I thought to myself.)

Chad pulled his feet away.  Danny was pressing down on my back and then he
pushed himself in further, still moving very slowly but this time not
stopping after a couple of inches.  Then he was all the way inside me and
his hips pushed against mine.  "Oh fuck," I said, moaning into the sofa
cushion.

The gentle, thoughtful way Danny had started this fuck was now over.  He
pulled almost all the way out and thrust himself forward in one smooth,
fast motion.  He grasped me by the hips and started to fuck, hard and fast.
His balls slapped against me as he pounded me.  My cock, which had gone
soft when he first entered me, was starting to bone up again.  The feeling
of his thick cock filling me up over and over was amazing.  The pain had
been replaced by a feeling of fulfillment mixed with an elusive, recurring
pleasure.  "Oh god, oh god, oh god," I was muttering as I moaned.  I didn't
care, I was swept away by the incredible fuck this jock stud was giving me,
and I let my physical pleasure have its voice.

"Well, Danny, I think the bitch likes it," Chad said, laughing at me.  I
looked over at him, though my eyes were half rolling back in my head, and
he was smirking in his usual cocky, douchey way.  Let him, I didn't care.
I was in thrall to the stud long-dicking my ass.

Danny chucked.  "Yeah?  You like that, faggot?"

"Yes," I said in a whisper.

"You like getting fucked like a little bitch?"

"Mmm-mmm," I said.  Danny had picked up the pace and was really fucking me
fast now.  Every time the head of his cock thrust all the way in I felt
this unbelievably satisfying burst of pleasure.  I started moaning like
crazy now.

After another minute or so Danny said, "Fuck, bitch, quiet down.  I don't
want to hear that."

But I couldn't stop.  "It's too.." I said, couldn't finish my thought.
Then Danny grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up.  As he lifted my head
up I pulled up my torso and put my arms down so that my body weight was on
them, and then Danny's hand appeared at my face, holding one of his socks.

"One way or another you're gonna quiet down, fag," he said.  He pushed
himself all the way in hard and held it, his cock shoved all the way up my
hole.  I cried out again, and Danny pushed the sock into my mouth.  I tried
to spit it out but he pushed harder, until the entire thing was inside my
mouth.  Then he covered my mouth with his hand, while he continued to pull
me by the hair and fuck me hard.

This didn't stop me from moaning, of course, in fact it made me moan even
harder.  But now that it wasn't so audible they seemed to be happy about
it.  Since my face was no longer being pushed into the sofa cushion and I
was up on my hands and knees I was eye level with Chad, who was still
sitting at the other end of the couch.  He wasn't looking at his phone
anymore, however.  His cock was out of his jeans and rock hard.

Chad moved towards me.  He knelt on the sofa cushion so that his crotch was
level with me.  Danny pulled both his hands away and I spit out the sock
gag.  Then Chad's big, beautiful cock was in my face.  The force of Danny's
fucking was pushing my body towards Chad, which meant my face was now
getting pushed against Chad's hanging dick with every thrust.  Chad held it
out and then grabbed me by the hair and pushed his cock into my mouth.
This made me moan even more.

He must have been jerking it for a while because his dick was totally
stiff.  Chad began to face fuck me, and after a moment or so the two of
them got into a rhythm: Danny would thrust his dick into me hard and fast,
which would push my head onto Chad's dick just as Chad was forcing his dick
into my throat, and then as Danny was pulling most of the way out and my
body would move slightly back towards him, Chad was sliding his dick back
until only the head was inside my lips.

I was in a daze, both my holes simultaneously getting pounded by two studs.
Danny's balls smashing into my ass while Chad's balls swung into my chin on
every thrust.  A few times they were even miraculously in sync about how
long they should keep their dicks stuffed all the way inside me, both
breaking off the fucking motions for a few extra seconds to feel the
pleasure of a dick all the way down a bitch's throat/hole.

"You likin' this bitch's hole?" Chad asked.

"Fuck yeah, nice and tight," Danny answered.  They high-fived over my head.

Chad started to breathe a little heavier.  Danny was still fucking me with
the same level of intensity, which was amazing.  Then Chad started to moan
very softly, a telltale sign I was now quite good at recognizing.  "Oh
fuck," he said, and he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulled
me in tight against him.  I could feel this dick get larger and start to
surge, he clamped one hand down on my head and with the other on the back
of my neck held me in place while his cock spasmed.  His load shot hard
against the back of my mouth.  "Swallow it, bitch," he said in between
breaths, not letting me pull my head back.  I tried to pull my head back as
I was feeling I would start to choke and cough on his cum and cock all the
way down my throat, but he wouldn't let me up.  Finally after he had shot
all his cum down my throat and in my mouth, and I had drunk it all down,
Chad loosened his hold on my head and I pulled back to take in a deep
breath.

Danny just kept fucking me the entire time, either oblivious to or
unconcerned with the fact that Chad was unloading in my mouth.  I was on
sensory overload, and my own dick was hard and banging against the side of
the couch as Danny's hard thrusting slammed my lower body into the couch
repeatedly.

Once Chad was done with me he pulled his dick out, slapped it against my
face a few times and then got off the couch and walked away.  Danny was
still going, and I was amazed that this stud had been fucking me solid for
I don't know how many minutes.  He slid all the way out, breathing heavily.
I craned my neck to look back at him, a few beads of sweat decorated his
amazing chest.  He grabbed my upper leg and pushed it towards me, opening
me up wide.  This shifted my body on the couch so that my legs were spread
really far apart, and my body was shoved into the back of the couch, my
head sideways against the cushion.  Danny grabbed his cock and raised
himself up to push it back into my hole.

He started to fuck me again but it slipped out.  The angle was not very
good, but Danny stepped over so that one leg was up on the couch and the
other foot on the floor.  This allowed him the height he needed to get into
my ass, which was pointing up in the air.

It made a difference.  Danny was now able to go even deeper, and that's
what he did.  He forced himself deep into my hole, and fucked me hard and
fast.  I started to moan all over again, the sensations of that huge cock
fucking me that deep was driving me crazy.

"Shut the fuck up, faggot," Danny said, and he lifted his foot off the
couch and brought it down onto my face.  He stepped on my face and just
kept on fucking.

I was wedged into a crazily uncomfortable position on the couch while this
jock fucked my ass with abandon and rubbed his foot across my face.  I
never wanted it to end.  Danny kept up the fucking for a few more minutes,
but apparently this position was hitting the spot for him because he
started to heave and breathe heavy.  Then he pulled all the way out and
turned around.

As he pulled out and repositioned himself my legs got a little tangled and
his arm across my hips pulled my away from the couch, and I fell onto the
floor.  He yanked off the condom and threw it down.  I was lying on my back
looking up at him, standing astride me with his dick pointing towards my
head.  He jerked his cock and let out a mighty cry.  The cum flew out of
his dick and landed with a loud plopping sound against my forehead.  I
closed my eyes just in time as more shots hit me, on the neck, on my chest.
It seemed like his cum was flying everywhere.  When it was over I opened my
eyes to see him breathing heavy.  His dick was glossy and a bead of cum
covered the tip.  Except for the first shot on my forehead, it seemed like
the rest of his cum had missed my face, landing lower on my body.  He held
his foot up in the air over me, I could see wetness on tops of his toes.

"Got cum on my foot," Danny said.  He rubbed the top of his foot under my
chin to try and wipe the cum off like I was a doormat.  I guess he didn't
get his foot completely dry, because the next thing he did was to press his
foot against the side of my face and push down hard, which turned my face
sideways into the carpet so that he could easily rub his foot in my hair to
dry off any remaining cum.  He rubbed his foot back and forth across my
hair and the side of my face.

When he was done, Danny grabbed his clothes and headed out of the room.  I
lay there on my back, dazed and overcome by the most amazing sexual
experience I'd ever had.  My cock was hard and my stomach was coated with
my own precum.  I had been hard for most of this time, and really wanted to
get off.  I closed my eyes, reached down and grabbed my cock.  I knew I
would shoot in seconds I was so horned up from that experience.

I felt something cover my mouth.  I opened my eyes to find Chad standing
above me, his foot across the lower half of my face, glaring down at me.
"What the FUCK do you think you are doing?"

"Nothing," I said, but with Chad's foot completely covering my mouth it
came out something like, "Mmph-mmm."  I let go of my cock.

"Why, you dumb bitch, would you possibly think it is okay to touch your
useless fag dick in my apartment?"  He shook his head and tsked at me, like
a disapproving librarian.  "I am so unbelievably generous to you that I let
you get fucked by my friend, and you repay me by breaking one of the
cardinal rules of this arrangement.  That's very disappointing."  He pushed
down harder with his foot against my face.  "Maybe this is a little too
much for you and it's time for you to leave for today."  My eyes got wide
and I shook my head back and forth vigorously, trying desperately to
communicate that I wanted to stay.

"You want to stay, bitch?" Chad asked.  I nodded.  "Okay, I'll let you
stay.  But don't ever do that again."  He stepped away, picked up my
running shorts from the floor with his foot and kicked them at me.  "Put
these back on."

I pulled them on, though the thin nylon hardly covered my enormous
erection.

Chad bent over and picked up a couple of the ties from the floor.  "Stand
up," he ordered.  I stood and he walked over to me and spun me around
roughly.  "Put your hands behind your back."  I complied.  "It's obvious to
me," he said as he bound my wrists together, "that you need your hands tied
behind your back at all times so that you don't try to jerk yourself."  It
wasn't true, really, I had been in his apartment so many times sucking him
off and had almost never touched my own cock, not even once.  But I didn't
volunteer that info.  With another tie Chad bound my arms tightly to my
body by wrapping the rope across my chest and tying it tight.  It made it
extra harder to move my arms at all.

Chad grabbed me by the back of the neck and started to push me out of the
room.  "We're gonna watch a movie tonight, and I would have let you watch
with us, but not anymore.  You've lost that privilege."  He forced me down
the hall.  The bathroom door was closed and the door to the extra room
open, where I could see some of Danny's clothes on the bed.  Chad led me
into his bedroom and pushed me over into the corner of the room.  "Get on
your knees, bitch."  I lowered myself down to my knees.  "Stay in here.  Do
not come out."

And he left, slamming the door behind him.  I knelt there.  I thought about
Danny's dick and his incredible body.  My cock was still hard and aching
for relief.  I thought about Chad unloading in my mouth and holding me down
until I had swallowed all his cum.  I thought about Danny bending me over
and pushing his cock all the way up my hole the first time.  About the
incredible sensation of that jock dick pounding into me over and over
again.  About Danny pushing me down into the couch and stepping on my face
while he fucked me.

These thoughts were not helping my dick go down, not at all.  I tried to
think of something else, lowered myself all the way onto the floor.  I
wondered when I would get to suck Danny off again, or if he or Chad would
fuck me again that night.  I could hear faint noises from the other room.

=========================

When I woke up, the room was bright.  My arms and shoulders were tight and
sore.  I was lying on the floor of Chad's bedroom.  The door to the room
was open, but Chad wasn't there.  Had I slept all night long?

I stood and walked out.  Danny's room was empty, there were no voices in
the apartment.  Chad was standing in the hallway, about to walk into the
bathroom.  He looked at me.  "Hey," he said.

"Hi," I said.

Chad walked over and turned me around.  He untied my wrists and the rope
across my torso.  I instinctively rubbed my wrists, which were red and
sore.  He took one of the ties, doubled it over, and wrapped it around my
neck.  Chad tugged on the tie and pulled me after him by the neck.  I
followed him into the bathroom.

"Where is Danny?" I asked.

"He's gone.  Had to leave early this morning."

"Oh," I said forlornly.  This made Chad laugh and shake his head.

"Hoping for another fuck, huh?"

I shrugged.

He pulled hard on the tie around my neck, yanking it downwards.  "Knees,"
he said sharply.  I knelt before him, and the tie fell from my neck.
"Well, faggot," Chad said as he pulled his soft cock out of his underwear,
"your weekend of cock is over."  Chad pointed his dick at my face and piss
came out fast and thick.  It splattered across my face and I closed my eyes
suddenly and pulled my head back, which made the piss cascade down my
chest.  But then Chad lifted his dick and once again his strong morning
piss arced into my face.  I tried turning my face away but it made no
difference, he managed to just keep pissing on my face and across the top
of my head.

When it was over I opened my eyes.  Chad shook his dick and a last few
drops landed on me.  He pointed at the puddle of piss on the tile floor in
front of me.  "Clean that up."

I looked around the room, there was a towel in the towel rack that I
reached for.  He slapped my arm down.  Instead he grabbed me by the back of
the neck and pushed my head down to the floor, then pushed my face sideways
and rubbed my head against the pool of piss, sliding me back and forth like
my hair was a mop.  When he tired of this and let me go, I sat back up and
could feel my whole face and head was dripping.

There was still a fair amount of piss on the floor.  In the corner of the
room was the T-shirt and shorts I had worn over to his apartment.  After
they both had pissed all over me when I was wearing those clothes two
nights earlier, I had rinsed them out and hung them from the shower rod.
Chad grabbed my clothes now and threw them on the floor.  Used his foot to
mop up the rest of the piss with my shirt and shorts, then kicked them over
to me.

"Time to go, faggot."

I grabbed the shirt and my shorts and walked out of the room.  Chad walked
me to the door, picked up my keys and pushed them into my hand.  I was all
wet, I'm sure I smelled of piss and was only wearing running shorts.  He
didn't care.  He opened the door, pushed me out with a casual, "Later,
bitch."  And, just like that, my weekend of getting used by two jock studs
was over.

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