The Man Cherry Fetish - Part 2
by blondeallover@hotmail.com
Other than all the usual disclaimers, this story includes abduction and nonconsensual coercion. It was developed at the request of an Asian cyber-friend.
I awoke again to find myself tied down to the bed and still naked, but this time spread eagled facing up. I heard a crinkling noise as I shifted my weight and felt myself lying on a sticking surface. There was a sheet of plastic or rubber under me, covering the surface of the bed. My head felt better but still ached with a dull heaviness. There was no one in the room and much of my body was covered with goose flesh as I thought I heard the whirring noise of an air conditioner. My back side chute was slightly sore from the effect of having been fucked for the first time, but it was almost annoying to acknowledge to myself that it was a pleasant soreness, like it was somehow supposed to feel that way and as often as possible. I have no idea how long it was since I nodded off after having been assaulted by my captor but a sense of burning resentment welled up in me that I had relished and gloried in what I still regarded as such extreme physical depravities. I felt just the way this sadist predicted that I would. "When are you going to let me go?", I yelled out trying to summon the most annoyed tone that I could.
I could not suppress my sense of disappointment that he did not enter the room again naked, albeit he was scantily attired in sport shorts and a tank top, only wearing flip flops below the knees. "Oh I have plenty in mind for you, before you leave here, Asian boy. I am going to teach you just who and what you are. But, dear me, you must be chilled. You couldn't be used to the cool surroundings we light-haired guys like." He wore that sneering, knowing smile of impudence. It annoyed me further that I found this disrespectful expression attractive. I only nodded while frowning. He was standing over me from the side of the bed. "Well I think I have just the solution." With brazen confidence, he reached between my legs and lifted my relaxed dick. I was embarrassed to no end as my dick responded appreciatively to being handled by the grip of his firm fingers. The swelling was instantaneous and evident both visibly and tactilely. "What have we here? Really, sweet boy you should get with the program and be as pleased about your circumstances as your dick is." He tugged at it a couple of times before pulling it back to face my torso. "You know you are desperate to. Go ahead and pee. Let loose. There is nobody here but us two and I promise to clean you when you are finished." With my dick in partial arousal, he did not have to pull back my foreskin far to give my pee hole unobstructed venue.
"Who do you plan to tell about this?", I inquired with unconvincing sternness and a bursting bladder.
"Oh really, my little slut! Don't you think you are past worrying about that now? You have been heartily fucked up the ass and responded by busting your nut with a fat fucker load of Asian jizz, which, I might add, smelled exceptionally ripe. Wait until I show you the towel under you that you came on. Now be a good friend and let nature take its course. I promise you will be amazed how much you enjoy it." He tugged at my now totally limp dick in such a way that my bladder could no longer retain any control. The yellow stream jettisoned from my pee hole first in spurts and finally in a steady stream, striking a meandering course set by the pilot who manipulated my dick in his fingers in a haphazard fit of chaos. Once again, I marveled at just how joyous a new experience in my circumstance of naked helplessness and vulnerability thrilled me to the very core. The sense of release from my emptying bladder had never been so satisfying. The warmth of my own piss splashing with some force against my slightly chilled epidermis was an astonishing sensual delight. It was the surprise of my life that I indulgently focused on how my smelly piss would swirl about and splash against me everywhere including my face at the complete discretion of my foul minded captor. It was heavenly the way his confident fingers would boldly twist and tug my dick about, and as he shook the last drops out, it suddenly blossomed and ballooned into conspicuous appreciation. I could not help but grin. in spite of himself.
"Just as I expected." His tone was insouciantly nonchalant. "Another selection of mine has learned he is a little piggy. Actually, my exotic friend, you have some nerve to describe my exploring penis as 'a stinking piss hose.' Whatever seems to discharge from yours is pretty strong whether it's pee or cum. An awful unpleasant stink. . . . find out how much nicer this smells." My meat flinched and bounced as I heard and watched him unfasten a velcro fly to reach in his shorts and withdraw his supple pale dick. I was fascinated to ogle his penile manipulations. I had seen other guys pee of course, but out of modesty, never in such detail. I stared at every movement of fingers and thumbs as he shifted an ample covering of shriveled foreskin back to free a pink pee hole from obstruction. He held it still momentarily before his own stream of piss came gushing out in a blast of warm splash against my already drenched cock and balls. My unobscured sexual swell involuntarily flinched a dance of delectation to be so sensually baptized by the warm and colorful liquid spewing from the sex of my flagrantly lascivious captor. I actually delighted in the stink of his liquid waste splashing about all my nakedness. I was startled with my new sense of what I now regarded as sublimely sensual and thrillingly erotic. It was everything that only hours earlier I would have derided and viscerally dismissed as vile and disgusting. If I am a pig, I am so unapologetically. The stench of his effluence, even soaking me facially, will always now be appreciated with affection; the intimacy of the act regarded as adornment of his physical presence. I now heartily seek the opportunity to pee on any new intimate as well as be recipient to any of his such outpourings of relief. I relished every remaining drop shaken from my captor's hose and he must have evidenced my enjoyment as he coyly remonstrated, "see, I told you would like being pissed on."
As promised, he sponge bathed me, still in my bonds. He let me sip from what he alleged was a cup of water. I contemplated a vaguely medicinal after taste, as I nodded off once again into an unconsciousness of intense relaxation.
To be continued. . . .
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