A farmhand

“Well! What have we got here?”

The farmhands says, pleasantly surprised.

You try and scurry up but he thrusts you back down.

“Listen, slut. Either I turn you in, or I don’t. Which will it be?”

Thinking it’s a trick question or a rhetorical question, you don’t reply. When he presses again, you reply with a feeble

“Don’t. Please”

He smirks down at you and says

“Alright then. But you better listen to me. Open your mouth.”

You close your eyes and open your mouth, waiting for his next move. You hear his pants unzip and drop to the floor. He tells you to open your eyes, but as soon as you do, he thrusts his dick in your mouth.

“Come on! Fire this baby up with that tongue of yours!”

You start moving your tongue around his shaft, only trying to make sure he doesn’t report you. He puts his hands behind your head and starts gently rocking it on his dick. His dick starts to harden around your mouth. Once it’s fully erect, he takes it out. You close your mouth, disgusted at what this man has made you do.

“God, I really have to piss. You know, I think you would make for a great urinal. Let’s test out my theory.”

You clench you’re teeth closed, but he lifts your chin so you’re facing him.

“If you’d like, I can get Mr. Minchest in here. I’m sure he’d love to see you.”

He snarls, as you reluctantly open your mouth.

“Make sure you get every last drop. Swish it around in your mouth, then swallow it. Think you can handle that, slut?”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you close your eyes, open your mouth wide, and nod. Rapid liquid hits your tongue, and you try not to gag on the bitter, salty urine. The rank smell hits your nose, and you hold your breath. When he finally stops, you swish around in your mouth for a second before quickly swallowing. You shudder as you realize you just drank his urine.

“A thank you would be nice.”

You squeeze your eyes shut in hatred, and squeak out a

“Thanks”

Disappointedly, he replies

“C’mon. Like you mean it.”

Not wanting to push the limit, you go at it again.

“Thank you for letting me drink your yummy piss, Master!”

You reply in a slightly high voice, cringing as you say it.

“Let’s get out of here.”

He grabs your wrist and leads you out of the bathroom.