Jacob pissing on Max.

Perspective: Max

_Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, it's happening. _As Jacob led me by the hand away from the living room (leaving Aaron and Thomas alone to do God-knows-what), that thought kept running through my head. Oh fuck. This is happening.

It had only been about an hour since I had told Thomas my kink, and Jacob had known for even less time. But here we were, about to live out one of my kinkiest fantasies in real life for the first time. He took me to the bathroom we shared, and closed the door behind us. For some reason, this made me giggle - we were hardly about to do anything private - but I liked the thought. I turned around and pressed myself against Jacob, meeting his soft lips with a kiss, and another tug on his spit-covered dick. It was still big, but had softened a little from the short walk. That was probably for the best - it was difficult to piss with an erection, as I had found in the past.

As we kissed softly, Jacob clearly relishing the taste of his own cock on my tongue, I placed a flat hand just above his dick, and applied a little pressure. He groaned softly - not loudly like earlier, but with a clear exertion. It was incredibly sexy. Determined not to get too carried away, I wanted to give Jacob one last out.

"Hey..." I whispered, our faces so close together as to be practically touching. "You don't have to do this if you don't want."

I did not remove my palm from his stomach. His eyes met mine, and his voice turned to a low growl. "Get on your knees and take my fucking piss."

The look of lust in his eyes must have reflected my own. I stepped back into the shower and got onto my knees. Max took a hold of his dick, and I opened my mouth. I tried to smile at him, but he didn't return it. I realised he was doing exactly what I wanted, and treating me like an object. Like a toilet.

We waited for a moment in anticipation. Jacob sniffed softly, still holding his dick a few inches from my face.

Then, without warning, it started. A spray of hot liquid spurted with a surprising **** out of Jacob's cock. The first jet hit me just above my open mouth, and the resultant spray immediately soaked my face. The scent rose up and around me, and immediately made me feel like a dirty slut. I adjusted my position and took the rest of the stream into my mouth, the salty taste overwhelming my senses. I felt my mouth fill up, and closed it just long enough to swallow, forcing the hot piss down my throat. Jacob didn't let up, though - he aimed his cock downward, soaking my chest and dripping piss down into a small puddle around my knees, where my own semi-hard dick lay.

I reached a hand down to stroke my own dick, almost by instinct, when Jacob grunted. "No." I raised my eyebrows, but immediately pulled my hand away. If he didn't want me touching my cock, then I wouldn't touch it. I was here to serve. He gave me another order: "Hands above your head, bitch."

Hell yes, Sir. That's what I wanted to say, but the sting of pee was still overwhelming my mouth. Instead, I just obeyed. I stretched up slightly, putting each of my hands behind my head. When the second stream of piss started I opened my mouth to swallow it again, but Jacob dodged the open target. A few drops sprayed against my left cheek, and I realised he was pissing on my arms and all over my pits. He was marking me. I struggled not to melt with lust then and there. He swapped to my other armpit, soaking every inch of me, before returning to my mouth. As I opened it, feeling the acrid taste press against my tongue and throat, Jacob pushed closer in. Then I had his cock in my mouth, sucking the head as he pissed harder, and I was drinking it directly from the tap, hot and fresh. Taking a cue from Aaron, he put a hand on the back of my head, grabbing a fist full of my curls, holding my mouth in position as the stream continued. I couldn't have pushed back if I'd wanted to, but I really fucking didn't. I wanted his piss, every drop. I wanted him to treat me like a dirty little faggot, him and the others - to piss on me, control me, use me.

Finally, after what could've been seconds or hours, the piss stream subsided. He extracted his cock from my mouth, and I was pleased to see that it had grown hard inside my mouth. With a sudden movement he bent down and grabbed me by the neck, and a thrill shot through me. He **** me up off my knees, now standing at the same height as him, and spun me around. "See what you are?"

Still dripping with piss, all through my hair and over my chest, I realised I was looking in the bathroom mirror. One of Jacob's hands was around my waist, the other around my throat. And I was filthy. Spit and piss droplets still dripped from my chin, and I was shaking slightly with the sensation. My eyes were unfocused. My legs felt weak, but Jacob was supporting me. "Yes, Sir," I replied, my words feeling fractured and distant. Dimly I recalled the word for this: subspace.

"What are you?"

"I'm-mm..." I stammered. "I'm a p-piss bitch."

"Yes you are. Good boy."

He spun me around, keeping a hand on my waist to maintain my balance. "Open up," he said, and I didn't hesitate to open my mouth. Then, after a moment, he put his lips together, brought them close to mine, and spat into my mouth. I must have looked utterly glazed over by this point - no longer Max, no longer a person, just a hole for spit and piss.

Then, it was over. Jacob grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. I sank to my knees there on the bathroom floor, the reassuring heat of the radiator behind me, and Jacob sat down next to me. He put an arm around me, seemingly aware that I needed some support, but also aware that I was basically fine. With a few deep breaths, I felt reality return to me.

"Was that okay?"

I looked at beautiful Jacob, the man I had been ready to worship just moments ago, now the sweet nerd I remembered from before today. As an answer, I pulled him in for a deep kiss, which he gladly accepted. As we broke apart, I whispered into his ear. "Thank you."

In reply, a smile playing on his face, he whispered into my ear. "You taste like piss."

Then we were laughing, and I had never been happier.