This is a gay erotic story involving two adults. This chapter includes forced bondage, urination, and raunch. If you are underage, do not read this!
FRATERNITY COUCH, PART II
"Alright fag, enough with that for now. I wanna see what you are really made of. Now I'm running into a small problem here. The football game is on and I really don't wanna get up to miss any of it. But I've been drinking all this beer and I've really gotta piss. Any ideas how we can take care of this?"
Oh God. How am I going to get out of here?
Brandon looked down into my eyes with this evil looking smirk on his face. I knew that what was about to happen was not going to be pleasant for me, but I also knew that I was in no position to stop him.
Brandon reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a pair of scissors. "I'm gonna cut the tape off your mouth. Don't move or else you are gonna get cut. Once I have your mouth open, I don't wanna hear you make a sound, got that?" Brandon then used the scissors and cut a hole through the tape that was covering my mouth. I was finally able to breathe through my mouth, and I quickly took in a full amount of air. It felt great to finally be able to get in some fresh air and not have to sniff the rank air from Brandon's ass.
Brandon lifted up a little and slid down his gym shorts, revealing one of the biggest dicks that I had ever seen. It was soft, but it had to still about 5 inches long and quite thick. His pubes were trimmed down, which made his huge cock look even bigger. His balls were covered in a fine amount of hair, and I could see the trail of hair leading down to his asshole. He saw me checking out his dick and laughed a little.
"Like what you see, fag? Don't worry, you are gonna get to know my cock and ass real good before this weekend is done. Now open your pussy mouth; I've gotta take a killer piss."
I knew then that my suspicion was right about what Brandon wanted to do -- he was going to make me drink his piss while he watched the football game. The idea of drinking his piss repulsed me. I tried to protest; my voice came out weakly since I hadn't said anything for hours.
"I... I don't think I can..."
I was interrupted suddenly when Brandon's fist hit me in the cheek. It startled me and it stung a little, but it wasn't hard enough to break anything. I could feel my cheek starting to turn red from the impact.
"FAG, I told you that I don't wanna hear you make a sound! That was a warning punch. Next time, I'll hit you as hard as I can and I'll break your fucking nose! Now shut the fuck up and do what I say!"
My eyes started to tear up a little as I realized the severity of my position. This guy was going to make me do all sorts of nasty, degrading things, and I could do absolutely nothing to stop him. I reluctantly opened my mouth and closed my eyes, awaiting the inevitable.
"Oh no, open those eyes. I want to look you looking at me while I do this." I opened my eyes just as Brandon scooted forward and put the head of his dick inside my mouth. I could smell the musk and feel the heat coming from his crotch as I sat there waiting for the stream to start. I watched as he closed his eyes and concentrated on starting. Suddenly, I felt a burst of warm liquid shoot across my tongue. "Ahhh yeah, here is comes fag, hope you're thirsty! Don't spill a fucking drop!"
With that, Brandon unleashed a torrent of hot piss into my mouth. He opened his eyes and stared straight down into mine as his piss started to flood my oral cavity. I knew that I was going to have to swallow it or else I'd be in trouble, so I just went for it and did it. The taste wasn't actually too bad. It was slightly bitter, but it wasn't all that strong. Once I started swallowing it, I could hear and feel as he continued to fill my mouth. I got into a good rhythm where I was finally able to keep up with his stream. As he started to run out of piss, his dick spurted a little bit and I felt the liquid cover my tongue. He let a few last dribbles coat my tongue, then he pulled out the head of his dick and shook it over my mouth, sending a few drops in. I could feel that my stomach was now completely full with his piss. It felt strangely nice to be that full, especially knowing that it was coming from this hot guy.
"Ahh fuck yeah, that felt so good! We are gonna be doing this a lot! I've got one more treat for ya -- open your mouth real wide and close your eyes."
I obeyed Brandon and felt him shift forward on the couch so that he was now sitting on my face. Before I had any time to react, Brandon ripped a loud, nasty fart right into my open mouth. It sounded like the wet one he ripped right before he made me drink his piss. I opened my eyes in horror and I heard him laugh out loud at what he just did. "I always have to rip one after I piss! Stick your tongue out and lick my butt. I want you to taste that one."
I slowly moved my tongue toward his hole, knowing that it was not going to be pleasant. The second that my tongue touched his butt, I tasted a strong, bitter flavor. As strange as this might sound, his ass actually tasted like his fart smelled. It seriously tasted like raw sewage -- it really must have been a wet one. I started to gag a little bit and pulled my tongue back away from his hole.
"I'm not feeling your tongue up there. Taste it, bitch! You want me to break your fucking nose?"
Fuck, there was no getting out of this one. I raised my tongue back up to his nasty hole until I felt contact. I took deep breaths in through my nose to keep from gagging and just kept my tongue pressed against his slimy ass. The taste was horrible but I was slowly getting used to it. The deep breathing was helping me stay relaxed and keeping me from thinking about what I was actually doing. I started licking around his hole, kind of getting turned on thinking about the fact that I was getting to lick such an intimate place on this hot stud. Imagine if I could have known that this is where I would end up after checking out his tight ass in class all the time.
A few minutes of this passed and I realized that Brandon started watching the game again and was talking to the TV. "C'mon man, run it, run it! Fuck! No! What the fuck was that?" Apparently having my tongue pressed against his hole was secondary to him when the game got good again. I guess that makes sense; he really just has me here for his pleasure. I'm not here to have his attention.
As I continued thinking about my situation and started becoming comfortable, his hole pressed back against my tongue and I felt him strain as he ripped another small, wet sounding fart right on my tongue. I felt a little bit of his ass juice dribble out and coat my tongue. Brandon must have felt that it was a wet one and started laughing again. "Ah, fuck yeah, that sounded like a nasty one! Get a taste of something you like there?"
I started gagging again underneath him. This was becoming too much for me and I had no idea how far Brandon was going to take it. Thankfully, he backed off my face after a minute and looked down in my eyes.
"Alright, that's enough of that for now. I'm missing too much of the game. Let's get you back where I want you." With that, Brandon grabbed the duck tape off the table and retaped my mouth shut. He reached down to pick up his gym shorts again, but then stopped.
"Eh, everyone is gone for the weekend, guess it doesn't matter if I wear my shorts or not. More fun without `em anyway, right fag?" Brandon then looked back at me and flashed that cocky little smirk of his. He spread his cheeks apart and slowly lowered down toward my face. As I looked up, I could see his definitely unclean hole coming closer and close. I could already smell it and he wasn't even sitting on my face yet. This is going to be torture.
Apparently Brandon didn't think that sitting his dirty hole right on my nose was enough. He turned his head around, sniffed in really deep to clear his sinuses, made some hacking sounds, and then proceeded to let a huge nasty gob of spit come out of his mouth. I watched as it slowly came out of his mouth toward my trapped face; it took a while to get down to me since it was so thick. It covered my nose and probably a lot of my face. He smiled at the sight and then turned back around. "Thought we might need a little lubrication."
He then grabbed his cheeks, pulled them apart, and sat down full weight right on my nose. He was right; the spit worked as a lubricant and my nose slid right up into his dirty asshole. I sat there for a little while doing just fine, but then I realized with my mouth taped shut, I had no way to breathe. I tried to breathe in but I could only get suction from his butt. I started to struggle a little to get some air but he wasn't moving. At that moment, I felt his hole tense up a little bit and start to push out. His hole opened up around my nose, and a burst of warm air came gushing out. Holy shit! He farted my nose right out of his hole! I was so desperate for air that I quickly took a huge breath in while the nasty air was still coming out of his ass. The sulfuric smell burned my nostrils and took me by surprise. It smelled like a bunch of rotten eggs mixed with shit. It was simply disgusting. How can this guy possibly have this much gas?
"Catch it, catch it! C'mon, get it! YEAH! OVERTIME!" Brandon shouted at the football game on TV as I was left to suffer under his ass. He didn't even comment on the fact that he had just farted my nose right out of his dirty hole; the game was all that mattered to him again. Apparently the game was going into overtime now. I didn't have much time to think about that when I heard Brandon talking again.
"Hey bro, what's up, it's Brandon... Yeah, it's going into overtime, can you believe it?... So dude, you are never gonna guess what I'm doing right now..." Shit, he called someone?
(to be continued)
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