Brooker Carver & Jay St. John, "Golden " (Perversion Level 3: Fucked Up)

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Brooke's eyes narrowed as Jay sauntered up to her locker, a smirk playing on his lips. She knew that look; it was the same one he wore when he was about to cause trouble. Her fingers tightened around her stack of textbooks, but she refused to let him see her unease.

"Brooke," he drawled, leaning against the locker next to hers. "You going to prom?"

She arched an eyebrow, her gaze sharp. "Why do you care?"

Jay chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I dunno.. I just thought I'd ask." He straightened, stepping closer. "Wouldn't want you to miss out on it."

Brooke's stomach churned with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "And why would you care if I missed out?"

His smile widened, teeth white against his tanned skin. "Because I'm asking you to go with me."

Her eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back. "You're what?"

Jay's hand shot out, catching her wrist before she could retreat further. "Relax, Brooke. I know everyone thinks I'm a jerk but I'm really not. Like seriously. But no one will go with me and well..." Jay's eyes fell to the floor, embarrassed. "I always thought you were cute."

Brooke's heart pounded as his grip tightened, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine. She'd also always thought Jay was a jerk, but maybe she was wrong. She certainly didn't have anyone else to go with and it was unlikely anyone was going to ask her. After all, most of the student body thought she was a jerk too, always enforcing the rules and getting them into trouble.

As the days passed, Brooke found herself constantly thinking about Jay's offer. Every time she saw him in the halls, he would give her a timid smile. And finally he wore her down. She agreed to be his date.

Finally, the night of prom arrived. Brooke stood in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection. She had chosen a sleek black dress that hugged her curves, accentuating her figure. Her hair was styled in loose waves, and her makeup was flawless. She looked stunning, but beneath the surface, she still felt strange about her date.

The doorbell rang, and Brooke's heart skipped a beat. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and walked to the door. When she opened it, Jay stood there, looking every bit the part of a suave gentleman in his tailored suit. Maybe, she thought, it really would be okay.

"Ready to go?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk.

The ride to the venue was silent. They didn't have much to talk about. Once they arrived, Jay escorted her inside, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back. The ballroom was beautifully decorated, filled with music and laughter. They danced, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. Jay's hands rested on her body. Each touch sent a small jolt of electricity through her. She'd never been very good with boys and she found herself being excited by the attention. Maybe even turned on by Jay's touch.

Between dances they retired to a table where Jay pulled a flask out of his coat pocket and sipped regularly. Brooke wasn't very keen on the idea of her date breaking such a big rule like no **** at prom. But maybe just this once, she thought, she could overlook it.

After several dances, Jay led her outside, to a secluded garden behind the venue. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the flowers, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere. Brooke's entire body trembled.

Jay pulled her into a shadowy alcove, pressing her against the cool stone wall. His hands roamed her body, his touch both tender and demanding. Brooke gasped as his mouth found her neck, kissing and nipping at her sensitive skin.

Jay's hand slid down to her thigh, lifting her dress higher. She could feel the coolness of the night air against her heated skin, a stark contrast to the fire burning within her. Oh God, she thought, this was really happening, and with Jay of all people.

"Take off your dress." Jay smiled. It was almost a kind smile, a charming smile.

And Brooke, her mind lost in desire, couldn't resist. She unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the cold ground.

"Now get on your knees." Jay requested.

Brooke acquiesced.

"Do you remember what happened between us two months ago?" Jay asked.

Brooke had no idea what he was talking about, and she was too caught up in the passion of the moment to recall. "No...." She said breathlessly.

"I was in the hall because I really had to go to the bathroom and you wouldn't let me."

Now she remembered. Brooke smiled, assuming he was being playful, "I'm sorry... you didn't have a hall pass."

"I want you to make it up for me." Jay said, unzipping his pants.

Brooke's eyes honed in on Jay's zipper, ready to see the cock she was about to encounter. She felt herself getting wet. This was really happening. She licked her lips. "Okay..." She said tentatively.

"I want you to tell me it's okay for me to go to the bathroom."

Brooke smiled, unsure what it all meant, but it seemed playful enough. "It's okay to go to the bathroom."

"I want you to tell me I should go to the bathroom." Jay said, pulling out a nice sized cock.

"You should" Brooke smiled. This was so weird.

"I want you to beg me to piss." Jay laughed.

Brooke still didn't have the game figured out. She closed her eyes. "Yes. You're allowed to piss. Piss all you want."

Brooke was a smart girl. But she was too horny to realize the situation she'd let herself be led into. And despite begging for it seconds earlier, was taken by surprise when the warm stream exited Jay's cock and found her face. She gasped. Of course, that only meant the stream of urine poured into her mouth.

Her mind flooded with thoughts: What was happening? How could this be happening? Why would Jay do this? Finally the instinct to run kicked in. But it was too late. Jay's hands were already on her body, pulling her closer, and closer, until finally his pissing cock was sliding between her lips and she could taste the sick urine as it filled up her mouth then poured back out, down over her chin, down her neck, the warm liquid trailing over her bare breasts and nipples, and some of it pooling in her crotch.

She wasn't exactly sure how what she'd thought would be a fun prom night had turned into this. She was absolutely drenched in Jay's piss.

"Did you really think I asked you to prom because I liked you?" Jay laughed, his grip on her head tight. "Did you really think I'd want to go to prom with a fuckin' ugly troll like you? Fuck that! It's always been about ****."

Brooke felt some of the piss trickle down her throat making her gag and cough, her muscles tensing, her body shaking. Finally Jay relented and pulled back and Brooke collapsed onto the ground, which was drenched with piss, writhing and hacking.

Jay squatted next to her. "Good. Think about how easily I manipulated your dumb fucking brain. And tell yourself that you'll never let a man do that sort of thing to you again. You'll go to college and fuck hundreds of guys because you're a slut. Then you'll fall in love and awww it'll be so sweet. But you'll never let anyone of them do this to you. Which is great, you know why? Because it means no one will ever fucking own you like I do. You'll always be my piss rag, and I'll always be the guy who went further than any other guy would. Do you understand, piss rag? Do you understand, piss rag!?"

"Yes...." Brooke said quietly, the smell of urine still filling her nostrils. The taste still overwhelming her mouth.

The night ended. And in the months and years that followed Brooke thought about what had happened to her a lot. She thought about what Jay had said even more. She knew she couldn't allow it to be true.

So 10 years later when she'd married the man of her dreams, on their wedding night, she looked him deep in the eyes and said, "Please... I want you... no... I need you to piss all over me."