Watersports

"I like piss play. Like, watersports."

He said it so carefully, as though he was afraid I might mishear or misunderstand him. But I nodded immediately.

"Sure! Okay, I mean, that's something I've heard of, at least. I thought you were going to say something super obscure." I smiled, trying to put him at ease, but he still looked uncertain.

"Would you do it?" he asked, doubt crossing his face.

I thought about it. Truthfully, it wasn't something I'd ever considered before. I knew it was messy, or at least had the potential to be. And I had no idea how hygenic it was either. I answered him with another question; I wanted to find out more before I committed.

"Have you ever been pissed on before?"

Max shook his head. "Not really. I've kind of pissed on myself, and..." he looked uncertain about continuing his sentence, so I gave an encouraging smile. "I've drunk my own piss, too. Like a degrading thing. That was pretty hot, but I don't think it's the same as someone else's. You know?"

As I continued mulling it over, Max took a step towards me. I could tell that he wanted to touch me, but couldn't quite do it. Perhaps he was afraid that I might recoil, or sprint away, or something. Instead I lifted my hand to his cheek, and stroked his face. An instinct took hold of me, and I pushed my thumb against his lower lip. He immediately opened his mouth and leaned forward slightly, enveloping my thumb. I felt his tongue lick gently against me, and he created a little suction. It felt warm and wet, and as he widened his eyes he moaned just a little. I got the picture - Max was a full submissive, and loved to be controlled. I put my index finger into his mouth too, and he gladly accepted it. I explored the edges of his mouth and pushed down a little further. The angle meant Max tilted his head up, and he sank to his knees almost by instinct.

"Good boy," I muttered, making full use of my low voice. He mumbled something, but with my fingers in his mouth it was unintelligible. "What was that?"

I pulled my fingers loose, and a sliver of spit kept them connected as he spluttered slightly. "Thank you... Sir."

I smiled. I saw then what Max loved about the idea of being pissed on. As I stuffed his mouth now with three fingers, I said "I get it. You want to be degraded, don't you? Turned into a flithy little slut?" He nodded and murmured. I added a fourth finger, getting them wetter and wetter. "You want someone else to control you, and use you as a toilet. To treat you like the depraved boy that you are." He nodded again, more and more fervently, and began to scramble at my jeans. I gently pushed his hands away - for now, I was focused on him. "And the others?"

Max squinted, uncertain what to say. When I removed my fingers, now soaked with his spit (god, that was dirty - I hadn't realised how much it'd turn me on) he said "It's up to them. But if they're interested, then it could be hot."

"We could all take a turn on you," I muttered. I was mostly thinking out loud, but Max smiled a broad and lustful grin.

"Fuck, yes."

"Shall we go and tell them? They're making a list of fun stuff we could do, and I bet you have a few more ideas."

"Sure. Think they'll be freaked out?"

I shook my head. "I doubt it, but there's only one way to find out. You can't just hide this stuff - if you do, you'll never really get what you want."

Max took this in. I didn't mean to sound like I was scolding him, but he seemed a little put out. Helping him to his feet, I put an arm around him in an attempt to reassure. "Thank you for telling me. I know it takes a bit of trust to do that."

He nodded, the smile returning to his face. "I trust you." He stood on his tiptoes and kissed my cheek. I tilted my head and locked lips with him, putting a hand around his waist and another on his neck. After a moment we broke apart, both grinning, and went to tell the others.