Jacey's Put In-Use by Aadrin Blue
Part 9
"Eat your popcorn."
Jacey put the bowl of cream-covered popcorn on the floor beside him, and picked up three pieces at once. He willingly took the snack of Brad's cum into his mouth, and truly savoured it as the popcorn dissolved against his tongue. The cum was still warm.
"No hands," Brad said. It amused him to watch Jacey lean over and work with his tongue, the popcorn dissapearing into his mouth piece by piece, more often than not accompanied by a dab of sticky cream. That was where Jacey belonged. Licking up after Brad. Brad finished off his can of Coke as he watched in satisfaction, kicking away his pants and underwear. Brad seemed even more imposing to Jacey, more dominanting, bare legged with his cock on full display. Though Brad was of average size, and even though he was half-soft at the moment owing to his having just cum, Jacey found himself fixated on Brad's crotch. It was his world. His teenaged hormones surged; fourteen is an intense age.
Brad pretended to ignore Jacey, to concentrate on the movie, but he was still experiencing an intense state of arousal. Arousal which was in the process of re-manifesting itself physically. For Brad, there was nothing that could compare to the sense of power that resulted from having another human being kneeling on the floor before him licking up the cum that he had left behind. The fact that Jacey had so thoroughly submitted to him so quickly only added to the high he was experiencing. The fact was, Jacey was more than happy to receive Brad's cum. He would do anything for Brad, he would take any gift Brad was willing to give him. After forcing Jacey to drink his piss, it was Brad's threat to deny Jacey such opportunities in the future that had triggered Jacey's submissive transformation. Brad reveled in the knowledge that this boy would, at any time, willingly open up his mouth to receive Brad's liquid waste. The power.
The thought continued to stir him, and he hardened despite his recent orgasm. He grinned wickedly to himself as he caught Jacey glancing repeatedly at his cock. This kid was desperate for Brad's dick. Girly boys are all the same, he thought. Jacey was his already his favorite sexual exploit. He was beginning to develop an atachment to the younger boy, mostly possessive, but partially amorous.
"Jacey, I enjoyed it when you were working as a toilet at school the other day. Did you enjoy serving me?" Brad asked. Jacey hesitated. This had been the exact internal conflict he had been trying to deal with in his own mind ever since the event, and he hadn't come to a conclusion as of yet... despite Flash's guidance. Desperately trying to think of a way of answering without actually answering, seconds began to tick past and Jacey's face turned red when he realized he had frozen, silent. Brad cast Jacey a mildly threatening glance, preparing to reprimand him for hesitating to respond, but by the time he'd opened his mouth to do so, Jacey had blurted out an answer.
"Yes sir I did sir I was afraid of the feelings it gave me and I didn't know what to think but I really enjoyed it I'm sorry sir," the words spilled out of Jacey's mouth together in a jumble, so quickly they were almost indecipherable. Brad caught the core of it.
And just like that, Jacey knew. He had come to terms with who and what he was. He had admitted to Brad what he'd been afraid to even think inside his own head until he'd spoken the thought aloud to another human being. A special human being. And now he knew. Submitting, being used by Brad in these intimate, personal ways... All of the feelings he had experienced locked into the urinal the other day, it was all a part of who he was inside, and it was all okay. It didn't matter, because it didn't hurt anyone.
With Jacey's catharsis came tears; he began to cry silently, but remained still... stoically refusing to sob. His tears were no longer tears of fear, but of relief. Brad placed a hand on Jacey's head and began stroking his light-blonde hair, the half-eaten bowl of popcorn momentarily forgotten by both boys.
"Good boy. That's a good boy," Brad praised him. They rested for a couple of minutes, until Jacey composed himself. Brad patted him on the head and directed him to finish the bowl. As Jacey bent forward and continued working on his special snack, Brad thought about what he had planned for Jacey next. Neither one of them was really watching the movie, but Brad has seen it dozens of times before anyway.
"While being forced to service boys at the school for a day taught you your place, you still need practice submitting and performing toilet functions for me. Jacey, it pleases me when you do that for me... And... Actually, I find it more amusing. That and it turns me on like mad, so it's your job now that you've chosen to not have a choice. Now, me wanting it is really all the reason you need. So," he clapped his hands together. "Don't worry, you're going to do all kinds of stuff for me now that you're my slave, but what I think I want you to learn first is more about serving the needs of my convenience," said the dominant boy. Every word filled Jacey with anticipation. He had never been more turned on in his life. He felt lucky to have been chosen by Brad.
"For example, I had a drink with my friends in the cafeteria before I left the school, and now I've just had a Coke. Obviously I have to piss, but I have no desire to get up from the chair and miss part of my movie. Should I have to do that, Jacey?" Brad asked him. Jacey looked down at the carpet.
"No, sir," Jacey said.
"Okay. So, if I can't get up from my chair, I clearly can't travel all the way to the bathroom, to the toilet. That means that the toilet will have to come to me, somehow," Brad explained.
"I will serve as your toilet, Brad. Sir," Jacey said. Brad smirked. Perfect.
"Oh yes, you will," the stronger boy said, "but you're going to learn to do it properly."
"Should I... drink it from your cock, sir," Jacey asked.
"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you. But no, I don't think that's convenient right now. I don't want to shift around," Brad said. With that, he took his empty coke can and placed the head of his cock at the lip of the can. Almost immediately, he was pissing into the opening. It was difficult in his nearly totally hard state, but he had had the urge for a while now and had been waiting for the right time to go. Jacey heard the can filling up. When Brad was done, it was at least three quarters full.
"From now on, until I say otherwise, you are going to get to drink anytime I have to piss when you're around. Furthermore, I want you to get used to your place as my piss drinker. It's an important part of your submission to me. As a result, I've decided that you're going to drink your own piss for a while too. Not long enough that it will make you sick, obviously... but... for a while. Make sure you drink plenty of water too. That's the first rule. Here's your can, by the way," Brad handed Jacey the warm aluminum can nearly full of piss.
Jacey sniffed the can, the smell was strong. As Brad watched him, he drank his first mouthful. It was indeed very strong and bitter. But it was Brad. Some part of him still railed against what he was doing, but he suppressed it. That portion of his being was obsolete. His present purpose was to service Brad, and that meant taking the can to his lips, filling his mouth with Brad's acrid yellow urine, swallowing it into his stomach, and carrying it inside him. Brad continued outlining Jacey's new rules.
"Under the bar you will find an empty plastic water bottle. That is to be your new toilet tank. Next time you have to go, fill the bottle with your piss. You'll want to hide it somewhere, I don't care where, but make sure it is somewhere accessible to you at all times. The next time you have to piss after that, you must first drink the contents of the bottle in order to make room for the new piss. That is how you are to relieve yourself until further notice. And yes, you will be taking the bottle to school with you. There are no exceptions. Understood?"
Jacey hung his head.
"Yes sir," he said.
"Finish your drink, now, and I want that popcorn gone in three minutes," Brad ordered. Jacey chugged the rest of the piss can, nearly making himself sick. He was incredibly thankful he didn't get sick though, because he didn't want to offend Brad. He did his best on what was left of the popcorn, and by the time his three minutes were up he was licking the bottom of the bowl.
"Clean up," Brad said. Jacey took the bowl and can away, rinsed the can and recycled it, and rinsed and wiped out the bowl. When he returned to Brad, the older boy had thought of another form of humiliating servitude.
"Let's watch our movie more comfortably. Jacey, take off your pants and underwear, and that shirt, and get on all fours in front of my chair. You'll have to move the coffee table out of the way," Brad said. Jacey did as he was ordered. The room chilled him more so than ever, but he did not complain. Brad reached toward Jacey's mouth, and forced in two fingers. Once he decided they were wet enough, he pulled them out and then ordered Jacey to spread his legs a little further apart, and to put his hands at his sides and lean forward against the floor, raising his butt in the air. Jacey was terrified, remembering the pain of the plug the day before. When he felt Brad's fingers probing around his anus, he braced himself, but Brad never pushed in. He wiped the saliva around the outside, and rubbed a little at the opening, but then he withdrew. Jacey was confused, yet relieved.
Brad wiped his fingers of saliva on Jacey's shirt, then threw it back on the floor. Then he relaxed and put his feet up on Jacey's back. Jacey stole a glance at Brad.
"Eyes to the floor, slut boy. Now, push your right thumb into your ass as far as it will go and keep it there. If I see it move out even a little you won't like the consequences."
Jacey pressed his thumb against his opening, and pushed in slowly. It was not comfortable. He got in about three quarters of an inch worth and paused to adjust, Brad was not amused. He reached forward and grabbed Jacey's hand, forcing the rest of his thumb all the way in. Jacey gasped.
"And keep it in there," Brad ordered, laughing. "You'd better get used to having something in there, or it won't be easy for you," Brad threatened. Jacey was thoroughly humiliated. He lay there like that, red from embarassment, his thumb firmly inserted into his anus. He remained very still, acting as Brad's foot rest, digesting the piss mixed with the cum popcorn, for the rest of the movie. By the time it was over, he had to pee.
"Sir, I have to use my bottle," he said.
"In a bit," Brad said standing up. He retrieved his boxers and pants, then left the room and returned. Jacey saw Brad was carrying a belt for his pants, though it was strange... he hadn't been wearing one before.
"First, we talk about your punishment for poor performance of your tasks,"
To Be Continued
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