Christian's Induction
Part Eleven
On the following Monday I woke up to the realization that the Summer break was nearing an end. Mark's Chicago relatives had left for home, much to his relief, and Randy had departed for a 10-day family vacation over the weekend. As luck would have it, our family due to a variety of reasons would not be enjoying an out-of-town vacation that year and I realized that I had spent very little time in the company of my younger bro Matt. I don't think he was contemplating suicide over that fact but I did nevertheless feel a little guilty. As I explained earlier we moved in different circles and he was inclined to treat me, if not with indifference, then merely as some kind of appendage to his life. Of course, the fact that I had spent so much time at Mark's disposal hadn't helped matters and it was obvious that the whole scene was of some puzzlement to Matt. He had never, however, directly confronted me about it probably because he and I were free to conduct our own social lives. I did feel, however, that he had difficulty understanding my close relationship with a guy younger than myself.
Mark called me that Monday morning and suggested that I might like to go over to his place for a while. I surmised that he would probably want to get off, which did in fact happen, but he informed me too that his folks had agreed that he could move into Jerry's basement "apartment" the following weekend. He was naturally exultant over that but they had agreed to it provided he kept up his exemplary behavior, meaning of course that he would have to keep the place tidy, neat and clean. "That's where you come in dude." he informed me I knew I had to take a stand somewhere so I told him that what with school work, my own chores and stuff, there was no way I could do what I had done for him previously.
"Hell, dude, you should know that I would never expect that." he informed me.backing down slightly. "But I know you will do whatever you can to help. I mean we do have this special kind of relationship neither of us would want to fuck up, right?"
There was an implied threat there and he and I both knew it. But he had the upper hand and so I agreed I would help. There was no doubt now that I was being placed in the role of some kind of "servant" to Mark, for want of a better word. I would be at his beck and call for his sexual needs and would be attending to his other personal needs, as well as chores, on an ongoing basis. I was unable to understand why I was boning up at the thought instead of telling him to take a walk.
He fetched two beers from downstairs and we settled down in his room to shoot the breeze. "What did you think of Billy, dude?" he asked. I replied that I thought he was a cool kid and, laughing, said that he certainly seemed to enjoy being sucked off on that occasion in the car.
"Yeah, he did." said Mark. "Would it surprise you to know that he told me all the details of what happened between the two of you while Randy and I were over at his place playing tennis?"
I must say I WAS surprised. I was beginning to realize that Billy was not some "baby" freshman but an operator of sorts. "Wow." was all I could manage. "Yeah, exactly." replied Mark.
Mark continued "Not only did he tell me that he had face-fucked you, but also that you had licked up his piss off the toilet. Now when I put that together with the fact that you licked MY piss off your finger, what does that tell me dude?" I remained silent.
"Well, let me help you out. It tells me that you would like very much to drink my piss dude. Now that would add an element of spice to our relationship wouldn't it? I don't mind telling you it turns me on quite a bit. How about you?" I just nodded. "Fuckin cool, dude." Mark added. "Somethin to look forward to then."
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When next I went to Mark's house to service him he as usual settled back on the bed to relax after he came, allowing me to suck slowly on his softening dick and to squeeze out the remaining drops of his load. "Have you thought any further about what we discussed the last time you were here dude?" he asked me. I just nodded. He continued "What say, we give it a try then? I need to piss real bad."
I followed him into the adjacent bathroom and he indicated with his hand I should sit on the toilet seat. He stood directly in front of me and told me to take out his dick. I unzipped him and slipped his dick out through his briefs. "I guess it would be best if you placed my dick in your mouth dude. Let's take it from there." I did as he suggested and suddenly he let go a stream of piss which I did my best to swallow; but the force and volume of it proved too much for me and the overflow spilled from my mouth all over my shirt and jeans and on to the floor.
"For fucks sake, dude, what a fuckin mess." said Mark. "You better get down there and clean it up."
When I had cleaned up the piss on the floor, Mark said "You better let me run you home, so that you can change your clothes. You stink. We are gonna have to fine tune things guy. Next time I'll feed it to you in spurts so that you are able to swallow it all and not waste a drop."
I knew that another stage had been reached in my subservience to Mark.
To be continued...
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