I Wanna Be Degraded Ch. 02

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I was on my knees on a hotel room floor, naked and handcuffed after sucking off the man who was holding a video camera. My business trip wasn't going the way I had expected.

He'd pissed in my mouth, too, and I'd lovingly received it all. I didn't realize when I'd showed up for this rendezvous that my piss-drinking debut was going to be live-streamed on the internet, but it turned out that the idea was more arousing than disturbing to me.

So when Ford, the guy who had pissed in my mouth, opened the adjoining door to the next suite and let in three naked men, I was again surprised... but totally turned on.

The first two men made for an intriguing pair. They were both solid and muscular, squat in a way that made you think you might find them working out at a gym or working as bouncers at a club. But while one of them was covered – arms, chest, back and legs – in a thick coat of bushy hair – the other was bald. In fact, apart from his eyebrows, he looked to be totally hairless. At the same time, though, his body was covered with tattoos, as much as the other was covered with hair, ranging from an elaborate tableau with an angel across his back to smaller patterns up his arms.

And the third was opposite to them in a different way, As skinny as I was heavy, he had been crudely feminized, wearing a long blonde wig and rouge on his cheeks. His cock was flopping between stockings that ran the length of his legs, and he was walking somewhat unsteadily on a pair of red heels.

They entered and circled around me, looking me up and down.

"Hey," said the tattooed one. "It's the fat guy I saw drinking piss on the internet."

"He sure seemed to like it," the hairy one responded.

"Ugh. He's too fat," the feminized one said.

The tattooed one was looking me up and down. "He's not so bad. What's your name?"

"Danny," I said, feeling a little dizzy from the three of them circling around me like sharks eyeing a piece of meat.

"Nice cock, Danny," the tattooed one said. "But you need to shave your balls."

Ford was standing back, filming them all. He was also occasionally checking his second camera that was on a tripod a few feet away from me. "Yeah," he said. "I tested him out for you guys. This is Danny. Danny, this is Erik here with the tattoos, and Mike, and... what's your name tonight, honey... Nancy? Yeah, Nancy."

I couldn't tell if "Nancy" was being humiliated by being in that garb, or if he was fulfilling a fantasy. Or, I suppose, as I thought it over a little, maybe it was both, just like I was feeling. For whatever reason, he seemed to be threatened by me, and acted more than a little spiteful towards me.

"Yeah, I saw you drinking all that piss," Nancy said. "You must really be trying to impress the folks back home. Where did you say you were from?"

"Michigan," I said, not sure if I was obliged to be totally truthful with them, the way Ford had conditioned me to be. They were his proxies, I guess, but I didn't totally understand yet what the power dynamics in the room were now.

Nancy walked over to the stool I had set my pants on. He dug into my pocket and came out with my wallet. "Let's have a look," he said. He dug out my driver's license. "Yeah, Michigan, all right." He started reading off my information. "Danny M-----, lives at 317 B--- Street in D-------. Just drop by if you want your cock sucked."

"Bring it over here," Ford said. "Let's get a shot of it."

Nancy stepped over, and Ford zoomed in on my driver's license, broadcasting my name and address to anyone who would see this on the internet. Strangely, I wasn't totally freaking out about this – I felt serene in a really weird way. Like, I had no control over what was happening, so I should just go along.

Nancy set my wallet down on the counter, and fished out my blackberry from my pants.

"What's your number?" Ford asked.

That didn't seem as bad as having my address out there. "313-xxx-xxxx," I said.

"And what's your email?"

"Uh, ticketclick@gmail.com," I said, wondering if Ford would ask for my work email, too.

"Send him all your dirty thoughts, folks," Ford said. "Tell him what you want to do to him."

Nancy was back digging through my pants, and pulled out my hotel room's keycard. "He's staying at the Hilton downtown. Must be pretty fancy," he commented.

"What room?" Ford asked.

"It was on the sixteenth floor," I said, flustered for a moment as I tried to remember. "Ahhh, 1614."

"This is good for people who want to send him letters and faxes," Erik said. "But what about us?"

Ford looked over at me. "Tell them what you want," he said.

I was past the point of coy pauses or subtlety, so I didn't hesitate before responding, "I want to taste those cocks, and their piss."

"Nancy, grab the bowl," Ford instructed. Nancy did, standing behind me and reaching around my shoulder to hold it in front of my face. I could feel his legs against my arms, which were still handcuffed behind me, and also his cock pressing against my spine. Meanwhile, the two musclemen moved so there was one on either side of me, their dicks drooping over the bowl. Mike had a thick nest of dense pubic hair, with just the nub of his uncut cock protruding. He went first, pissing into the bowl – not much, just a couple mouthfuls, which Nancy tipped toward me to swallow. It was almost clear, and hardly pasted like piss at all.

Erik followed, and his stream was definitely piss, dark yellow and strong-smelling. I had to struggle not to cough it up as Nancy offered it to me, as it had a bitter, unpleasant taste. As I struggled with it, I looked hungrily at his pale, shaved cock, smoothly emerging from his torso.

Mike pissed again, a little more this time. But now, Erik leaned down and dipped his cock into it. Mike pissed a little more on Erik's cock, and then he raised it to my mouth. The combination of Mike's urine and Erik's fetching tool was almost overpoweringly arousing, and I felt a surge of pleasure as I licked it clean.

Then they reversed the roles, Erik pissing on Mike's fleshy stump – which looked mostly like dangly foreskin in its unerect state – and his bushy public hair. As Nancy carefully held the bowl to catch the drops straining through, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, licking Erik's strong piss as my tongue ran over his foreskin, rapidly poking in to find out what it was hiding.

"Not yet," he said in a voice that was gently chiding but not unfriendly. "Suck my pubes clean first." So I did, moving my mouth around like a wet vac through a thick carpet. When I finished, I could feel I had hairs stuck in my teeth.

"Okay, next," said Ford. The guys stepped back and Nancy pulled the bowl away. "Go get the piss bottle," Ford instructed, and Nancy went over to the cupboards of the kitchenette. Meanwhile, Ford moved behind me and unlocked the handcuffs. Without giving me any time to rub my sore wrists, Ford told me to sit on the short edge of the long rectangular coffee table, and then to lay down along its length.

It was only as I moved for the first time in a while that I realized how much I had to go myself – no surprise, given how much piss I'd been drinking. Meanwhile, Nancy came back with something clear and plastic in his hand. It took me a second to figure out what it was – a 2 liter soda bottle that had had its base cut off. The back of my head flat against the table, Nancy turned it over and put the open top in my mouth, making it a crude funnel.

Once again, Mike and Erik stepped above me on opposite sides. "Okay whore," Ford said, also standing above me with his camera. "Block the bottom with your tongue. I'll signal when you can drink." I complied as I held the bottle up with one hand, poking my tongue like a plug to block the spout.

And then the two musclemen began pissing into the upturned bottle. I was almost hypnotized watching Mike's clear stream from one direction and Erik's dark, almost orange, flow from the other. They began to pool in the bottom, and I could feel the warmth as they mixed together. They kept pissing until the bottle was not-quite half full, and Ford said, "hold it." They cut off their flow, and then Ford nodded at me. Gingerly, I slowly unblocked the narrow lid, knowing I'd surely choke myself if I let that put straight back into my throat all at once. Now it was trickling out, and I could taste the hot, salty liquid as I began to gulp it down. The combined flavor was neither as good as Mike's piss or as unpleasant as Erik's.

There was a lot of piss for me to drink, and I had nearly swallowed everything that I had dammed in when Ford gestured to the guys and they resumed pissing. Now I had to keep up as the bottle above me refilled. All at once, the piss started to affect me like champagne – I felt wobbly in a way like I was strangely drunk. And suddenly it was as if all my senses had kicked up in intensity – the smell was stronger, the taste was more vivid, and all of it suddenly felt connected to my pleasure centers. The taste, the smell were suddenly all stimulating me, sending shudders of sexual pleasure throughout my body. It was something like an orgasm, but not centered in my cock. Just waves of sexual pleasure all over.

My mind had become unfocused, and as first Erik, then Mike trailed off, I had no idea how much piss I had just consumed. But I did have a sense of fullness, like I'd just had a full meal. As the last of it ran from the bottle into my throat, Ford gestured and Nancy pulled the bottle away from me.

"I must confess," Ford said as Erik and Mike pulled me up to a sitting position, "that I wasn't expecting much out of you. But you can drink piss like a fuckin' champ. I bet by now, you really have to go."

I nodded, and with another gesture to the strongmen, they pulled me to my feet, only to lay me on the tarp covering the floor. Following instructions, I rolled over onto my side. Nancy stepped over and dropped to his knees, laying down on his side, but with his head to my feet. Worming ourselves into position, I quickly had his pale, skinny cock in front of my face. As I felt him fumbling with my dick, I reached out to hold his, aiming it as I opened my mouth.

At roughly the same time, we both began pissing. This was less of a precision effort than before, but I managed to keep his stream pointed at my mouth and kept pace, swallowing as he pissed. As I emptied my own bladder into his mouth, I assume he was doing the same, though with a bit less success – I could feel some of my piss pooling on the tarp under my thigh.

"Piss-drinking sixty-nine," Ford said, to no-one in particular. "For you guys watching at home, don't say this isn't value for money."

He kept speaking to his subscribers, but I was too busy gulping down piss to follow it all. Nancy's was more salty and less bitter, and I was satisfied with its bouquet. He finished pissing, but I was still going, and I could hear him gulping as I idly ran my hand up and down his smooth, nylon-covered flank. When I finished pissing – and it was about as much as I could have held – he rolled over onto his back, panting.

But without a break, Ford ordered him up. He had Nancy sit on the couch between Erik and Mike. He had all three of them hunch forward so that their butts were over the edge of the cushion and then lean back, pulling their legs up so that there were three asses upturned in a row.

I was still lying on my side, waiting to be directed, and I wasn't surprised when Ford said to me, "now you may crawl over and lick each of those assholes."

In fact, I felt a massive flush of excitement and anticipation. So much so, I thought perhaps I'd stretch this out and prolong the moment for as long as possible. Gingerly raising myself to hands and knees, I tried to seductively slink across the floor. I tried to move like a cat, and as I reached the end of the couch, I turned up my face to rub against Erik's butt – cheek to cheek, as it were. I moved along the row, rubbing each of their asses in turn, then pivoted at the end, repeating the process with my other cheek. Then I turned back again, this time pausing behind each of them to move my face above their assholes and delicately sniff the area, absorbing each man's unique odor.

And then back again, finally making more contact. Starting with Mike, I chastely pecked at the center of his left buttock, then moved between his upraised legs and rubbed my cheeks against each of his hairy thighs. And then to Nancy's bony bottom and skinny thighs. And then Erik's taut ass, which was a beautiful thing – his butt could be the model for a Grecian sculpture.

And then zagging back, and now making closer contact, licking a circle around each asshole, but not yet yielding to the tempting target. And then finally, I settled in behind each of them and properly began to eat out their assholes. Ford was right above me with his camera, catching my tongue craning out to make contact with each manly rosebud.

I was in heaven. I'd always loved rimming, but most of my girlfriends had considered it to be a favor they were doing me instead of a pleasure I was trying to share with them. Here, I could tell each of these men enjoyed getting their assholes licked, and were spurring me on, calling for my tongue to move faster and deeper.

And I did, plowing into each of them, savoring each one's unique taste and texture. Mike's hairy asshole had a musky, tangy taste, as if his fur had trapped some of his sweat. Nancy's was puckered and quickly yielding, opening itself up quickly under my tongue-lashing. And Erik's sphincter felt like the rest of his body, like this was a strong muscle that could crush me on a whim.

I closed my eyes and burrowed into each of these. No matter what else happened, I felt as if this made the whole night worthwhile – and if I woke in the morning feeling like I went too far, I could remember that I got to do this.

I worked on each in turn for a couple minutes, and as I moved to start a second lap, Ford gestured for Nancy to move off the couch. he lowered his legs and climbed down as I was burying my face in Mike's ass, so I couldn't see what he was doing. I had been on hands and knees, and now, face planted against his backside, my arms were at his asscheeks, trying to pull them open as much as possible, when I felt a similar movement at my own backside. Nancy's fingers, slick with lube, were rubbing against my asshole. As I slid over to return to Erik's bottom, I felt a finger sliding into my asshole, moving in and out. As I plunged my tongue into Erik's tight hole, I pushed my ass back in welcome and Nancy added a second finger and was soon quickly pumping them in and out.

"Okay, knock it off," Ford said, and I felt Nancy's fingers withdraw. I sighed, as it was just getting to feel pretty good! But I could guess what was coming next, and indeed Ford directed the two musclemen off the couch, and indicating for Nancy and I to take their place, climbing up on our knees, gripping the back of the sofa as we stuck our asses out.

The other men moved behind us and I quickly felt a stream of lube drizzle onto my ass and a cock rubbing up and down against my asshole. I looked back over my shoulder to see that it was Mike preparing to fuck me. With one hand at the base of his cock, the other pulled back his foreskin and pressed the knob of his head against my opening. There was a momentary painful sensation as my asshole struggled against it, then relief as my sphincter yielded and Mike began to feed the length of his cock into me. I could see beside me that Nancy was receiving the same treatment – perhaps less gently, as his eyes were closed and he was biting his bottom lip as Erik penetrated him.

Mike's cock was inside me now, and I could feel myself relaxing and adjusting to its presence. He started to pump in and out, and I also closed my eyes, but there was no discomfort for me now, and I wanted to blank everything else out. I wasn't touching my cock – I wasn't sure that I should without instruction – but I could feel it pulsating with pleasure. In fact, if the stimulation of my prostate from Mike's cock kept up, I felt like I could be on the road to coming without touching myself at all. Heaven!

"All right, switch off," Ford said, and I felt Mike withdraw, breaking the building glow I was enjoying. The men behind us traded spots, and now I felt Erik's cock pressing against me....

"Ow! " I involuntarily uttered. I'd noted that Erik's cock had at least an inch more in length than Mike, but it hadn't registered with me that it was thicker, too – considerably thicker. And Erik wasn't hesitating in trying to jam the whole thing in me. His strong hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back toward him as he impaled me. He paused for an instant as his stroke withdrew from me – and then slammed back in with force.

"Yeah bitch," he hissed above me and he repeated the violent thrust into me. "Now you're getting fucked."

And he set to it, with repeated forceful lunges deep in my ass, as his hands held my body in position. Now I was biting my lip, and I was feeling jolts of discomfort with every push.

"Did you hear that Danny has never been fucked by a man before?" asked Ford, his camera up close to catch the slightly distressed expression on my face.

"He's gonna remember this one," Erik muttered, still rutting into me with forceful jolts.

Compared to the pleasurable sensations that Mike had been giving me, this hurt. My asshole wasn't adjusting to his invasion, and with every plunge he seemed to be entering me with as much force and depth as he could muster. If that weren't enough, he then began punctuating his thrusts with hard smacks on my buttocks, spanking me with gusto. I clenched my jaw and squeezed my eyes tighter, hoping to wait him out.

I was drifting away a bit when I heard Ford's voice in the distance, and a smack across my face matched one on my ass. My eyes snapped open, and I now heard him speaking to me. "Wake up, whore! Keep looking at the camera. How does it feel to get really fucked?"

I could only answer between gasps as Erik's cock was still plunging into me. "It feels... ugh! like he's... tearing me apart!" Those last works came out like a desperate shout.

"Lisa, you're tearing me apart!" Erik howled, laughing as he leaned over me, like he was trying to force himself even deeper into me. He was bent right over me now, with one arm around my neck, as if he were about to choke me, although it wasn't constricting me yet.

"Tell him how much you like his cock," Ford said, the camera still held close on my face.

"I love your fucking cock," I managed to get out, though I felt like I could hardly speak.

Now his arm was starting to tighten against my throat. I was struggling to breathe, while still feeling the painful bursts from every thrust into my plundered ass. "What else do you have to say to him?" Ford asked.

My mind was blank. I wasn't really able to think what was going to get me in trouble – and I knew there was no point in asking him to stop. I could barely breathe... but not answering would just get me slapped. Out the corner of my eye I could see his inked-up bicep beside my face.

"I... like... your tattoos," I managed to hiss out.

With that the arm actually slackened, and suddenly I was gulping air. "Thanks," he said. His voice sounded as if he was genuinely pleased with the complement. "Did most of 'em myself, back when I was inside." He wasn't buggering me with any less force, however. "You like 'em? Well, I'm going to make you my bitch, don't you worry."

After a bit, the guys switched off again. My ass still felt sore around Mike's cock, but the sharp jolts of pain were receding from me now, almost enough that, once again, I could enjoy being fucked. But once again, things were interrupted before I could really relax and enjoy the pleasant sensations. Ford called to Mike to pull out, and as he stepped back, he instructed me to climb down from the couch and drop to my knees on the floor.

"All right whore," Ford said as Mike stepped back in front of me. "Clean his cock."

Mike's dick, which had just been in my ass, was moving in, and I opened my mouth to receive him. I wasn't sure what to expect, but his cock was sticky with the slightly sour taste of santorum. Strangely, it wasn't a disagreeable flavor at all. And the unexpected fact that I was sucking a man's cock that had just been fucking me was a huge turn-on. I bobbed my head up and down a few times, then pulled my mouth off to lick his cock up and down. I could see frothy bits of yellowy-brown cream congealing in his thick pubic hair and I leaned in to lick them clean.

I was just relishing the idea of sucking on his cock some more when Ford said, "alright, now switch." Erik, who had been buggering Nancy with the same force he had been applying to me, pulled out, and he and Mike switched places.

Without hesitation, I leaned in to clean off the residue plundered from Nancy's asshole. There was a different taste to it – again, not at all unpleasant, and I enthusiastically worked to lick Erik's cock clean. It was curious how eager I was to suck this pretty prod that, not that long ago, had been causing me such discomfort.

"I really do love your cock," I said, looking up as him between slurps.

"I'm going to give you some more of it," he said, looking down on me. Leaning over, his arm swept under my butt and basically lifted me up so that I was lying on the couch. With a tug, he turned me ninety degrees, lifting my ass over the armrest. Moving around, Erik grabbed my legs and pinned my knees against my shoulders as he positioned his cock against my upturned asshole. And then, I could feel it pushing into me, sliding in with the lubricating help of my spit. Once again, Erik took no pains to be gentle as he began fucking me. And once again, there was discomfort – but it was different this time. Uncomfortable, yes, but finally mixed with pleasure. Maybe it had something to do with the position I was in, blood rushing to my head as he nailed me. But there was also the strange satisfaction of being so thoroughly taken. He grabbed my hips to gain purchase as he pumped into me. As I tilted my head back, I had an upside-down view of Mike pulling out from Nancy's ass, and he moved to the floor in the same posture I had just been, licking Mike's cock clean of his own ass-scum. My vision was bouncing as Erik was still fucking me with short, forceful strokes, but it was sexy as hell to watch.

Too quickly, I felt Erik withdraw, and he switched places with Mike. It was exciting to think that Nancy was tasting my ass-juices now, and I squeezed my sphincter against Mike's cock, which was now gliding in and out of me.

"Uh! Careful now, you're gonna make me come," he said in response.

"I think I'm getting close, too," Erik said, Nancy taking in as much of his cock as he could handle without gagging.

"I want you both to come in Nancy's ass," Ford instructed. "So don't blow it too early."

After letting Nancy suck him off for another minute or so, Erik lifted him up, setting Nancy on the couch and holding his legs against his chest as Erik wedged his cock into Nancy's asshole. He hunched against the skinny man a few times, and I could tell that he has coming, pumping his semen into that bony ass.

"Fuck yeah!" Erik said as he finished, holding Nancy's ass tight against him.

Mike had been fucking me while all this was going on, and he spoke up. "Okay, I'm ready too." Erik pulled himself out of Nancy, but held his legs up in the air as Mike withdrew from me and took his place, making a few thrusts before I could tell he was coming too.

I was feeling pleasantly adrift watching this when Ford barked at me, "all right whore, lay down on the table."

I felt as limp as a rag doll, and it was only with difficulty that I managed to roll off the couch and crawl over to the rectangular end table and lay along its length. It looked like Nancy also had very little strength left, as Erik basically had to hold him up as he clamored up onto the table. Soon, though, he was squatting above me, his ass positioned above my face.

I knew what was going to happen next – and I felt a jolt of excitement. I'd been upset on thinking that I wasn't going to get to taste the come of the men that had been fucking me, but it looked like I was going to get it after all!

Above me, Nancy's asshole slackened and twitched as he relaxed his sphincter. That loosened it enough that after a few seconds a milky strand began to dribble out. It hung there for a second, tantalizingly suspended, before gravity pulled it down, right into my waiting mouth. I let it collect on my tongue, trying to taste it but frustrated that there wasn't more. Then Nancy's asshole sputtered above me and a solid blob plopped onto my tongue, followed by another dollop. Suddenly, I had a mouthful of come.

Watching carefully to see that I wasn't going to miss any, I closed my mouth and swallowed. There was an overpowering complexity of flavors, like the whole night compressed together: the taste of asshole; the ass-muck I had licked off the men's cocks; the pungent taste of semen. It was almost overpowering. Representing, all together, the dirtiest and most outré night of my life, it was overpoweringly delicious. Looking over at Ford's always-present camera, I smiled as I stuck my tongue out toward the camera, proudly showing I had consumed it all.

"Okay, whore," Ford said. "Don't stop. There's more in there, so get it out."

He didn't have to tell me twice! I lifted my head up to Nancy's asshole, and licked at it a couple times, catching a bit of come that was still lingering on his hole. Then I moved right in and locked my lips around his asshole, pushing my tongue in to try and coax out anything that was left there. That delicious, overpowering flavor was even stronger here, and I licked – no, sucked – his asshole hungrily. It was so wonderful!

I thought I'd be told to stop, but I could only half-hear Ford talking to Erik and Mike in a low voice. So joyfully, I kept going, my mouth locked to Nancy's asshole, pushing my tongue in as far as it could go, the taste overpowering me. My cock felt like it was going to burst – if only anyone would give it the lightest of touches I knew I'd explode with orgasm.

Until Ford slapped it with a batting motion. Shocked, I jolted upwards, smushing my face into Nancy's butt as Ford castigated me. "This isn't your personal tasting lab! Show the camera what you're getting."

Dizzy, I let my head drop back to the table. As I breathed for a second, a glob of spit and come and mucus that I had been dredging rolled out from Nancy's asshole and onto my chin. I reached up to push it over my lip.

And then I reached up and worked a finger into Nancy's asshole, twitching it like I was searching for something. I pulled it out, and it was slick, yellow-y brown with a glob of come at the end. I ran my finger into my mouth, licking it clean. The come was delicious, but there was another taste now, sour, bitter. I didn't want to think too much about what it was.

Instead, I repeated my motion, pushing my finger in as far as it would go, twisting it around, to gather up everything I could. There was more come this time, and again I licked my finger clean. Then two fingers into Nancy's asshole, reaching as far as I could into him. But this time there was no reward, just the yellow-y muck that I licked clean regardless.

"I think I got it all," I said sadly, then leaned up to lick the outside of his asshole again. With an awkward motion, Nancy moved off from above me, almost falling as he stepped down from the tabletop. Mike caught him and helped him down. And then he assisted me, half-lifting me off the table. I looked for Erik, but didn't see him in the room as Mike guided me into the armchair, on my knees so my face was on the top of the backrest and my ass sticking out in the air. He pulled my arms behind my back, and Nancy quickly put the handcuffs on me.

"Pin him down," Ford said, and Mike, standing beside me, put his arms on my shoulders, leaving me trapped in position. Am I going to get fucked again? I wondered. I don't know if I could take it.

I heard steps, and twisted around to see Erik approaching me. Before I could figure out what he was holding, Nancy grabbed my head and held it so I couldn't look behind me.

As Ford moved the stationary camera so that it was zoomed in on my face, I could hear Erik fussing with something, but I couldn't put any of it together. I had no idea what was going to happen to me. I heard a high-pitched buzzing noise, and I could sense Erik stepping into place behind me. I felt a vague moment of pleasant anticipation wondering what he was going to do to me ––

–– and then sudden, intense pain! Blinding heat! I only realized that I was yelling when I felt Nancy's hand clapped tight against my mouth, muffling it, and realized that Mike was leaning down to keep me pinned in place.

As that supernova cleared in my head, I could make out Ford's voice: "... and don't fucking move, or you'll just make it a lot worse."

"What the fuck?" I managed to utter, Nancy's hand now cleared from my mouth and back to holding my head. Although my tongue was thick and I think it sounded more like, "Whufuck?"

"I saw how much you liked Erik's tattoos." Ford said. "And you did so good tonight, you deserve a reward. So I thought we'll put your certificate of achievement right on your whore ass."

With that the tattoo gun – for my brain had now put it together – pushed against my asscheek again. Now that it wasn't a complete surprise, I realized that it hurt – like, it really fucking hurt – but it wasn't the white-hot jolt I had first felt. Still, I'm glad there were two men holding me down. It meant I could just slump into the chair back and let it happen. And sort of drift away. And though the pain quickly melted away that near-bursting erection I had, there was still... something... not entirely unlike pleasure coursing through my system.

Time got pretty loosey-goosey for me, so I don't know if Erik worked quickly. But when the buzzing stopped, I snapped back from my half-stupor.

"Well, now you'll always know that you're a piss whore," Ford said, and suddenly I knew without looking what the words permanently inked on my ass were.

There was a wince of pain as Erik did something to clean off the tattoo, then I could feel him wrapping something over it. After that, my ass hurt with a steady low throb, but it was tolerable.

"Leave the dressing on for a week," he said, stepping around toward my face. "Normally I'd say don't sit on it, but I guess you'll just have to do the best you can there."

Mike pulled me up to my feet, and it was all I could do not to fall down. Ford was holding the camera on me, watching me. "So, how do you feel, Danny?"

I wasn't sure, to be honest, and I quickly mentally took stock of my body. Besides the stinging in my ass, I could feel several other weird pains. And yet, also, still the underlying buzzing of arousal. And... something else. Oh.

"Jesus, I have to piss," I said.

"Yeah, I guess I could let you, but... how can I make this interesting for me?" Ford looked around the room. "Nancy, grab his clothes and put them on the X there," he said, indicating the spot taped onto the tarp covering the floor.

Mike gave me a shove, and I stumbled over as Nancy tossed each of the garments at my feet.

"Okay, you can piss on those," Ford said.

"Bb--," I sputtered, but cut myself off quickly. I knew if I questioned him, I'd just get smacked – and probably on my tattoo, which would hurt like a motherfucker. By now it was clear that I wasn't going to argue Ford out of anything. Plus, by now I really had to go.

So I pissed on my clothes. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, so I couldn't aim very well, just start and sort of twist my torso to spread it around. As much as anything else, there was an enormous physical relief from letting my stream loose. And as I'd felt several times throughout the evening, there was this weird, hard-to-locate feeling of pleasure at doing all these things that I had no control over. I never thought that could feel... exhilarating. As I kept pissing, I could feel myself starting to get a little hard again.

"Did I say you could get an erection?" Ford asked as I finished. I looked at him, not sure how I could control it – and paradoxically, I was getting harder now. "We're pretty much done for tonight, but I think you need to spend some time thinking about who's in control of all your functions. Go over there and lean over the chair. Stick your ass out."

As I made my over to the side of the armchair and leaned forward across the side, I could see Ford motioning to Nancy and giving him some instructions in a low voice. Across the room, I could see Erik and Mike sitting on the couch, now just spectators. As Nancy went over to the kitchenette, Ford stepped close to me. He pushed my shoulders down against the armrest, and leaned down toward me, hissing, "you'll... get... hard... when... I... say... you... can... get... hard!" With each word, he slapped at my cock, and at the last one he gave my fresh tattoo a solid smack. That sent a burst of white heat through me, and I struggled to stay on my feet. For a few seconds, I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and breathed in and out. When I opened them, my cock was limp.

Nancy was behind me now, and I could feel something press against my asshole, and then slide in.

"Stand up," Ford instructed, and Nancy helped me to do so. I was facing Ford. "That's just a tiny little buttplug, no bigger than my pinky. But it goes with this." He gestured at something looped around on the floor below me. Nancy picked up a belt with several straps that was sitting on top of what looked like an athletic cup.

"Step into this," Nancy said, and I lifted one foot, then the other, into the two loops. He pulled it up my legs, and I could now see that it was indeed a belt, but an elaborate one. He adjusted it under my belly, looking up at me as he said, "you're lucky, you just fit into the last notch."

"Otherwise he'd be really uncomfortable," added Ford.

Nancy tightened the smaller loops around my thighs, and as I half-twisted around, I could see him attaching straps to the buttplug, and then as he tightened everything, I could feel that it was snugly attached in place. He put pins in to hold the loops, and then, on each side, snapped in place a tiny but solid-looking lock.

Wait! What is this? My mind was confused. But by now I knew not to ask questions. And anyway, I was thrown off even more as Nancy snapped a plastic loop into place under the base of my balls and over the top of my dick. What is this, a cock-ring? I wondered. Then he grabbed the small, curved hard plastic tube, and attached that to the O around my cock and balls. Then he slid my limp cock into the tube as he swung it down. Jesus! It's a chastity belt! He clipped something underneath, adjusted the straps through that, and two more of the locks went on. The whole thing was surprisingly lightweight and not bulky. Nancy finished his adjustments and stepped away from me.

"There's a hole in the end there, so you can still piss," Ford said. "But you're not going to be getting any hard-ons, and you're certainly not going to be getting yourself off until I say you can."

"What if I have to take a shit?" I asked.

"You'll just have to wait. So tomorrow, you have your... what is it? Trade fair? Sales conference? Blowjob competition? Whatever it is you're doing here... what time are you doing it until tomorrow?"

"It's training.... it's supposed to go until five."

"Okay. Well, I'll meet you in your hotel room tomorrow at five, then. That's it for now."

I looked at him, unsure what I should do.

"I said we're done! Get your fucking pissy clothes and get out of here!"

"How am I supposed to get dressed in..."

"Look, I don't care! Go! Goodbye!"

Ford stepped toward me threateningly. Without thinking, I stepped over and grabbed my clothes. I could feel the piss dribbling from them as I squeezed them to me. As I stood up after collecting them all, Nancy handed me my phone and wallet, and made a nodding motion toward the door. Without stopping, I walked over to it, and stepped out of the hotel room. I looked back to see Ford slamming the door behind me. And I was now naked and shivering in a hotel room hallway, wearing a chastity belt and clutching my piss-soaked clothes...

I Wanna Be Degraded Ch. 01

Talk about your bad luck. My department was sending someone to the West Coast for a week-long training course. I put my name in, thinking it'd be cool to see Silicon Valley, or maybe even San Francisco, but once I was told I was accepted for the program I was told I'd be taking it in Sacramento. Nothing against it, of course -- but it's a deadly dull town. And anyway, I was in a pretty bad mood because my girlfriend had just dumped me. So once I was there I was desperately bored and horny.

I scanned through all the pay-per-view porn on the hotel channels and it all seemed so mainstream and so tame. And the hotel had the shittiest, most expensive wi-fi known to man. I was desperate by my fourth night there. I'd even gone to a nightclub and tried to hit on a couple women, but there wasn't anything happening. By the next night, I was trolling through Craigslist and checking a Grindr account that I'd set up out of curiosity, but hadn't ever really done anything with.

Anyway, poking around, I saw an ad for Sacramento under the banner "BI-CURIOUS BOYS FOR WATERSPORTS?" and opened the link. Maybe just because I was so horny, I figured what-the-hell and sent off an email. I'd never have done that do that back home.

It didn't take long for a response to come back. It said, "this is what I want to do to you. If this isn't what you want, don't bother replying." And it had a link. I clicked it (and waited forever for it to download on that lousy connection) and it turned out to be a video. There was a guy, in profile to the camera, with a cock in front of him. There was a commanding voice, off-screen, giving orders to the guy. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and the cock started pissing into his mouth! The guy swallowed as his mouth filled with piss, catching every drop. At the end, he turned his face to the camera, mouth open wide, showing that it had all gone down his throat.

The clip was only a couple minutes long, but I watched it over and over, jerking off as I did. This had been a secret fantasy of mine for... years.

Well -- here I was in a strange city, one that I never planned to come back to. No one knew me here. What would it hurt to have an anonymous fling and try it? I sent an email back that read, "that is what I want you to do to me."

It didn't take long after that for another email to come back. It told me to show up the next evening and gave an address and a hotel room number. It turned out it wasn't that far from my hotel. I watched the video again a couple more times, masturbating furiously before I fell asleep.

In the cold light of day the next morning, it seemed like less of a sure thing. Was this really a good idea? All day long, I was going back and forth with myself over whether I was going to go through with it. The good part is that it was no pressure if I cancelled. But the image was so powerful and made me so horny that in the end, I found myself walking over to the address I'd been given. I was so nervous I'd skipped my dinner, so that might have been one reason I was feeling a little shaky as I took the elevator up. I walked down the hallway, found the door, and hesitated. This is my last chance, I thought to myself. I could turn around now and walk away.

I knocked on the door.

When it opened, I was surprised to see a naked man with a video camera facing me.

"What d'you want?"

I looked at him with mild surprise, unsure what to say. "Um, are you Ford? I'm here about your online ad? We exchanged some emails?"

"Yeah, so what did you come here to do today?"

I swallowed. I was still standing in the hotel hallway, a naked man right in front of me. "I uh... I came here for you to piss on me."

"You sure fuckin' did. Come in."

He walked backwards as I entered, tracking my movements with the camera until we were past the short entryway and in the main room of a large suite. We went past an open door that led to a bedroom and a closed one that looked like it would connect to an adjoining suite. There was a kitchenette opposite that, and a couch and love seat at right angles to each other across from the TV. There was a low rectangular coffee table in front of the couch, and beyond that there was another video camera on a tripod. The room was brightly lit by several lights on stands covered with umbrella reflectors.

What's the deal with the cameras? I thought to myself, confused. But my observations were cut off by Ford, who barked at me, "Okay, get undressed."

"What?"

"You fuckin' heard me. If this is gonna happen, you're gonna get undressed now."

I was struggling to figure out where I had heard that voice -- phlegmatic, almost lisping -- before. And in a flash, I realized it was the same voice as in the video Ford had sent me! That wasn't just what he was into -- he had made the video!

Oh shit. What I had got myself into?

"Listen," Ford said, a note of irritation in his voice. "This is it. Either you fuckin' get undressed or you leave."

Another flash through my mind. I thought about how turned on his video had made me. I needed... I needed something from this man. His tone said he wasn't bullshitting me. I figured if I went along with him now, we could talk about the cameras after.

I started undressing. I hadn't been sure what to wear, so I came in the business casual clothing I'd been going to meetings in. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, hanging it on the back of a stool at what looked like a breakfast nook. Kicked off my shoes, undid my belt and lowered my pants, roughly folding them off and laying them across the stool. Pulled off my socks with my toes. And then, I looked up at Ford with a questioning look. He only returned an impassive gaze, and I took the next step, dropping my boxers to the ground and stepping out of them. I was as naked as he was now.

"Step in front of the camera," he said, his free hand gesturing toward the tripod. The entire surface of the floor on the other side of the love seat was covered with a tarp, and there was an X in gaffer tape about three yards from the tripod.

I moved over toward it, beginning to speak as I did. "Um, look... we didn't talk about the cameras..."

"Are you fuckin' dense? I sent you a video. What did you think the deal was?"

"I thought... I mean, I figured that was just an example of what you wanted to do, not something you had made yourself."

He moved up toward me, now just a step away from me. He was in front of me, at enough of an angle to not block the tripod camera. "Do you realize how fuckin' stupid that sounds? I think you knew exactly what that video was, but you were too pussy-assed to admit it to yourself." I didn't know what to say, and I think my head dropped down a bit. "So here's the deal. Either you man up and go though with this -- which is what you want to do anyway -- or you leave now."

I closed my eyes for a second, and what I had seen in that video flashed in front of my eyes. There was a wave of desire that was drowning out the fear. It was insolence and not insolence; it was modesty and not modesty.

"Okay," I said.

Ford stepped over to the desk and picked up a piece of paper that was in front of an open laptop, stepped back and handed it to me. "I want you to read this."

I read the title out loud. "I am a whore." I looked up at him and he made an impatient gesture at me. I looked down and continued: "I am here today of my own free will because of my debased erotic desires. By signing this contract, I agree that I am a submissive bitch who will follow the orders given me. Once I have signed, I have given blanket consent to any activity considered appropriate by my top, and will comply with all commands. I understand that this session will be recorded, and consent to any use of the footage, acknowledging that where it ends up is none of my business. In exchange, I will receive the sexual pleasures of a compliant bottom."

As I finished, Ford grabbed the paper from me and set it on the desk. He picked up a pen and handed it to me. "Okay whore," he said. "Now sign it."

I looked over at the desk, and then at Ford, holding the camera on me. The phrasesexual pleasures of a compliant bottom bounced around my brain, and I felt a buzz in the pit of my stomach.

I stepped over, picked up the pen, and signed the paper. I was just starting to feel a weird rush of queasy release when Ford barked at me, "back in front of the camera!"

As I moved back to the X, Ford opened a drawer in the kitchenette and as he stepped back toward me, I looked over my shoulder to see he had a pair of handcuffs.

"Hands behind your back, whore." I reached my hands back and heard the ch-clicksas he put the manacles on. Then he stepped back in front of me. He panned his camera up and down my body, as if slowly leering at every inch of me.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Uh, Jim," I said.

With a lightning-fast flash, his free hand reached out and slapped me hard across my cheek. It was so forceful and unexpected that I reeled, almost losing my balance.

"Don't fucking lie to me, whore. What do you think this is, porno? This is real life. There's no stage names. If I think you're lying, I swear I will beat you. Now... what is your name?"

"Danny."

"Okay, Danny. So you said you're straight?"

"Yeah, I mean... mostly."

"Where are you from?"

"Michigan."

"Did you come to California to suck cocks?"

"No, for business."

"So you're not a professional whore?"

"No."

"An amateur whore, then. How tall are you?"

"Five-nine."

"And you're pretty heavy. How much you weigh?"

I didn't want to answer, but I was swept up in the clipped rhythm of the exchange. "Two-ten or so."

"Two hundred and ten pounds? And there are women who will fuck you?"

"Uh, some."

"You must have a nice personality. Or you're a champion pussy-eater. Why are you here today?"

"I want you to piss on me."

"Yeah, and what else?"

"I want to drink your piss."

"You ever drink a man's piss before?"

"Um, just my own. And my ex-girlfriend's."

"Ex girlfriend? Was she into it?"

"No. Not really."

"Ever sucked a cock before, Danny?"

"Uh, yeah... a couple. I met this one guy on Grindr one time. And there was a guy at my gym I had a... thing with."

"You like sucking cock?"

I could feel myself blushing. "Yeah."

"Ever get fucked up the ass?"

"Not by a guy."

"The ex-girlfriend?"

"Different ex-girlfriend. And, um, with toys on my own."

"You like it?"

"Yeah."

And thus began my interrogation. The last thing I was expecting was to be asked so many questions -- it was somewhere in between a cross-examination and a therapy session. As Ford doubled back and asked and re-asked some questions ("how can you call yourself straight?") I could tell he was trying to make me feel as exposed emotionally as I was physically. And to show he was the dominant one by finding little soft shameful spots and picking at them like scabs ("why are you so fat?"). It went on and on -- for more than a half-hour, I could tell by the clock by the TV. While he questioned me, he went through a couple bottles of gatorade. At one point he had me bend over, and my cuffed hands struggled to pull apart my asscheeks as he asked me questions about my asshole, his camera holding steady on it.

Eventually, his questions started taking a different tone, asking me about specific sexual acts. Some of the things were gross ("would you let somebody shit in your mouth?") but a lot of them seemed designed to turn me on ("and yet you want her to piss in your mouth?"), and after a few minutes of this, I had a raging hard-on.

Finally Ford broke off, looking at it. "I see you're horny now." He walked around behind me and undid the handcuffs.

"Sit down on the edge of the table, and spread your legs." I did so, my open thighs facing the tripod. Ford went over to the desk, grabbed a bottle of liquid lube. He flipped it open and squeezed some out on my cock and a bit on my belly. He set it down and went over to tilt the tripod camera down and the resumed filming me with the one he was holding.

"Okay, you can jerk off now. But do it slowly -- and don't come 'til I say you can."

I looked up at him, and then at the other camera. I was about to say something, and then I realized I wanted to jerk off now. Really badly. I was intensely horny, and surprisingly turned on when he gave me orders.

I reached down with my right hand and started stroking my cock, going slowly, as Ford had told me to. It felt exquisite! I could feel so much pressure that had been building up during the interrogation releasing. Almost drunk with pleasure, I leaned back, supporting myself with my left hand on the surface of the table behind me. I half-closed my eyes, let my head fall back, and delicately pleasured myself. Ford stood and filmed me for a couple minutes, his handheld camera zooming in to get close-ups of my cock and my face. That turned me on even more, and, mindful of his warning, a couple times I had to pause for a moment to make sure I didn't get to he point of no return. Without realizing it, I was playing to he camera, too, at one point rubbing my balls to let myself cool off; at another pulling back on the base of my cock to show it off at its most engorged. Then back to slow, gentle strokes.

Ford moved over to the desk, and pressed a couple keys on the laptop there. "Right now on the live stream we have thirty-seven viewers. What do you think of that?"

I almost came right then. And simultaneously felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. "Live stream?" I gasped.

"Don't talk. Just keep masturbating." The sudden realization that the cameras were live -- that somewhere people were watching me jerk off was both thrilling and terrifying. But after the burst of panic, I tamped it down, concentrating on the rush I was feeling, and fell back into my rhythm.

Ford went to the kitchenette and came back with a large stainless steel bowl, setting it on the floor between my legs.

"When you're ready, hit that," he said. "But don't speed up when you get close. In fact, go slower now. And slower."

My hand kept moving up and down my turgid cock. Gliding steadily, but as slow as I could bear it. There was a building burst of fireworks in me, and it was a struggle to not speed up to bring on the climax. But I kept nudging it along -- slowly, slowly.

And then I had to lean forward, and point my cock downward as my orgasm ripped through me. Three quick bursts of creamy semen shot out and hit the rim of the bowl. I kept stroking, and more oozed out now drooling down in a thing string. After a few more strokes, I made a final milking squeeze from the base of my cock upwards, letting one more dollop drip out.

I didn't quite realize I was smiling as I looked up at Ford. "Okay, whore, don't get too full of yourself. Everybody can come, y'know. Now grab the bowl, and get on your knees on the spot."

Still feeling pleasantly unsteady, I pushed myself up off the table, got up and kneeled on the X, facing the camera as I set down the come-spattered bowl.

"Turn ninety degrees to your left," instructed Ford as he stepped toward me. I rotated so my profile was to the tripod camera. He looked through its viewfinder, making sure it was aimed correctly. Then he stepped in front of me.

"Okay whore, now you're gonna get what you came for. You have no idea how bad I have to piss. But remember: you're working here -- you already had your chance to get off. So your number one job is to catch every drop of piss, right? I don't want any piss getting on the floor. Cup your hands together."

Ford stood about five inches taller than me, so as he stood in front of me his cock was almost exactly even with my mouth. I raised my hands, cupping them together into a bowl just below his cock. His penis -- the one I had unknowingly liked so much in that video -- was unaccountably pretty. I don't really understand why some cocks look so instinctively nice, and others less so. But Ford's, even in its flaccid state, was pleasingly thick with a plump, completely symmetrical circumcised head. It just seemed intuitively obvious that this was something you'd want to touch, to lick, to put in your mouth.

I didn't have much time to think about the aesthetics of his cock, as Ford was gripping it and pointing it at my upraised hands. Without further warning, he started pissing, half-filling the bowl before cutting off his flow. I held my hands tightly together, trying to make sure that none dripped out.

"Okay," he said. "You can wash your face with that."

I raised up my eyes to look at him, but complied without doing anything else. I raised my hands and brushed the piss over my face, feeling its warmth across my cheeks and forehead. And then I could feel it dribbling to my shoulders and chest, some dribbling into the bowl below me. I returned my hands to their cupped and raised position.

He nodded. "That's good." Then he pissed into my hands again, filling them up a little more this time. "This one you can drink. But don't swallow until I tell you."

Without hesitating, I lowered my hands to my mouth, and, tilting my head forward, carefully slurped his urine into my mouth, holding it in my cheeks.

"That's good -- slosh it around a little." I did so, pushing it back and forth across my tongue. He nodded at me, and I swallowed it, getting the full measure of its taste as it ran down the back of my tongue. It was strong and bitter -- harsh, but not totally unpleasant, although there was a strong aftertaste.

"This is the point where you might think I'd ask you how it tastes. But you know what? I don't care how it tastes. I just want you to drink it." He leaned down and picked up the stainless steel bowl. He pissed out another small-ish burst into it. "And now you can drink this, and lick up all your spunk, too."

Most of my come had dribbled down to the bottom of the bowl, and as I took the bowl from him I sloshed it around a few times, watching the milky white blobs suspended in the faintly yellowish liquid. Then I tipped it toward my open mouth, swallowing it in a couple slow gulps, feeling the contrasts of the thick texture of the jism and the hot salty liquid. Then I rotated the bowl to move the remaining come-spatters closer to my mouth. I leaned in closer, licking up all the remaining traces, leaving the bowl perfectly clean. I leveled it and looked up at Ford, licking my lips.

"Don't get cocky, whore. I've hardly started pissing yet." He picked up the handcuffs and again went behind me. I moved my arms to my back so he could cuff me again. He returned in front of me with the bowl. "Now we'll see you drink."

Aiming into the bowl, he let loose a much longer stream, filling the bowl with at least twelve ounces. With that much piss in front of me, I could smell it more now, and the sharp odor aroused me. After he stemmed his flow, he tilted the bowl forward and began pouring it into my mouth.

There wasn't time to do anything more than gulp as rapidly as possible. Given the amount he had pissed, it was basically like shotgunning a can of beer and I was gasping for breath as I swallowed the last of it. Involuntarily, I let out a little belch at the end, and that earned me another hard slap across the cheek.

"Don't be so fuckin' coarse," Ford said as I winced at the stinging sensation. "There's a lot more for you yet -- and now I think you're ready for the direct injection."

He set down the bowl and stepped right in front of me. I knew what was coming -- suddenly I felt as if I were in the video I had been watching the night before. I opened my mouth and tilted my head back just as he began pissing. He wasn't holding back now, and he let loose at least as much as he had just pissed into the bowl, and I drank as quickly as I could, struggling to keep up. As he pissed, he leaned forward, resting the tip of his cock on my outstretched tongue, pissing straight into the back of my throat. Although I was nearly overwhelmed in trying to keep any of his urine from spilling, I tried to show my dedication by tensing my tongue to excite the sensitive underside of his cockhead. Eventually, his flow stopped, and I thought I could celebrate taking it all.

But he wasn't done yet. He gripped the back of my head and pulled it toward him, causing his cock to slide further into my mouth. Given it was still soft, I managed to take in the full length, and my nose was brushing up against his public hair. And then he started pissing again.

"Fuckin' whore," he said as he held the back of my head firmly in place. "You came here so I could piss right down your fucking throat, didn't you?" I managed to half-nod as I struggled to keep swallowing, now with my mouth full of cock and with no reservoir to store it. I couldn't believe that he was still pissing at full force after the amount he had already let loose. But he was still going.

And then his hand released the back of my head and reached down to pinch my nose. I couldn't breathe, and I was struggling to swallow as my ears were getting blocked from the pressure. I closed my eyes and swallowed and swallowed, trying hard not to choke -- and then not to black out. No -- I couldn't do any more... I was about to gag... and he unpinched my nose, his hand returning to the back of my head. I was breathing. Breathing and still trying to swallow and not choke. And was his flow finally slowing down? He was pissing so far back in my mouth it was hard to tell, but it was getting easier to swallow now. Yes -- and now just a trickle, and a final spurt. And he was done pissing. I was swallowed all of his mammoth piss-load.

His hand was still firm on the back of my head, his cock still fully in my mouth. "Now suck it," he said.

Still trying to catch my breath, I flexed my tongue against the bottom of his cock, sliding it around as much as I was able while simultaneously beginning to suck. With my hands cuffed behind me and unable to move my head, there wasn't much more I could do, but it must have been enough, as I could soon feel his cock growing and pushing further into my throat. I was again worried that I was going to gag, and it was now basically impossible to swallow, but I kept up the best I could. After another minute of this, I could sense Ford was breathing faster, and he let out a little huffing noise. Moving his hand to the top of my head, he began pushing me away from his chest. His cock was so engorged in my throat that I don't know if I could have pulled off on my own. As he slowly pried me off his cock, I couldn't believe how much more of it there was coming out then when it went in -- it was at least three inches longer now, and more likely four. As the head popped free over my lips, I couldn't believe that that entire slick torpedo had been in my throat.

Ford must have been thinking the same thing, as he immediately attempted to slide it all back in. And though he went at least an inch past what I had always thought was my limit -- the zone where I just normally started gagging, there were still at least a couple inches that I couldn't take back in. But it was still more cock than I had ever thought I could take. Surely this was the closest to deepthroating I'd ever get.

"C'mon whore, move your head," he commanded. And with that giant mouthful of cock, I did the best I could to bob up and down on it while sucking on him. There was a little more leeway to move my tongue now, but not a lot. I could also twist my head a little, which seemed to be having the desired effect. After a while, Ford grunted again and withdrew his cock from my mouth.

After that, he let me work more on the head, sucking him less deeply and alternating that with spells of licking the glans and sides. This was less of a "challenge", and was, in fact, completely delightful for me. His cock felt wonderful in my mouth, and now that I had a chance to look at it in its erect state, I could see it was even prettier than it was while soft -- nicely thick, and with a flared mushroom head that was perfectly rounded. So I proceeded to suck and lick and attempt to give him the best blowjob I could muster.

After a few minutes, I could tell he was getting closer, and I focused even more on his tip. Soon, he stepped back, gabbed himself and began pumping furiously. I watched, hypnotized for a moment before I remembered to get ready to receive his load, again opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. He stroked a few more times and then gasped, shooting out wads of semen onto my tongue. I received a couple more bursts, and then waited for Ford, looking up at him as he took a deep breath and steadied the camera aiming at me. He nodded, and I closed my mouth, swallowing his come in a single gulp. It also had a strong tinge, but was actually quite tasty. I was relieved -- of the two other guys I had sucked, one had okay-tasting come, and the other's was strong and disagreeable, which was why I'd only met with him once. This was something else entirely, and I'd gladly swallow more loads like this.

Ford's erection was flagging now, and I leaned in to lick his cock clean. He allowed me to do this, then slid his cock into my mouth. Again, I could take in the whole thing, and this time I had the opposite sensation, feeling it shrinking in my mouth. I gave it one final suck, and leaned back, looking up at the man standing over me.

"That's a good whore," he said. "Now I just have a little more piss built up for you." Again I opened my mouth and leaned back, and again he pissed in my mouth. This was nothing compared to the monster load he'd given me before, but still a respectable amount of piss. It was also stronger-tasting now, tangy in a not-quite-pleasant way. But I swallowed it all.

Ford stepped back and panned the camera up and down my body. "You did okay," he said. He stepped over to the laptop and looked at the screen. "A hundred and forty-seven viewers, and it looks like there's some encouraging comments." He idly scrolled down the screen. The aftertaste of his piss was strong in my mouth.

Then he stood up. "Yeah, I guess you passed the audition."

Audition? I thought to myself.

He stepped over to the closed door connecting to the adjoining room and knocked on it. After a few seconds, it opened and three men walked into the room.

Wait... 'audition'?