My Master was visiting me and announced he needed to piss. As his submissive I immediately asked if he would feed me, He said yes. I instantly kneeled on the ground, my Master walked up to me. I slowly, with love and care and respect unlatched my Master's belt, unbuttoned his skinny jeans, slowly lowered his zipper, and with toal care and respect I lowered his skinny jeans to his knees. Reaching up, with the utmost care I lowered Master's tight underwear, letting his beautiful cock out within inches of my submissive face. I lean forward, one hand taking his balls into my palm, the other hand reaching between his legs and feeling his tight perfectly formed ass. Smelling my Master's musk, his sweat of his balls and cock, admiring the scent of such a beautiful twink god. I kiss my Masters cock and look up into his eyes. I announce that I am ready to be fed, and ask Master kindly that as he is feeding me, he might remember to spit into the funnel 3 or 4 times as he feeds his whore. I grab the funnel sitting beside me and put it in my mouth. Master grabs the large end and puts his powerful cock inside it. I look up at my Master and he closes his eyes, after a few seconds I hear the slow dribble of my Masters piss hit the side of the funnel. In no time it is entering my mouth. I feel it's warmth, it's freshness, it's power and I begin to swallow as it enters my mouth and throat. Master's piss turn more into a torrent now, I find myself having to swallow more often. I look up into my Master's eyes and watch as he spits into the funnel while he feeds me his piss. Like an obedient submissive whore, I swallow, I reach and hold my Master's legs, enjoying the most beautiful moment any submissive could imagine. Master's eyes lock onto mine, I can only imagine he thinks I am such a perverted, disgusting, worthless, pathetic whore, a pig, a humiliated piece of garbage that is kneeling before him drinking his piss. Master must know he controls, owns a submissive human toilet. As I swallow my Master's piss and spit, as it slowly dribbles to a conclusion, the scent is one of beauty.
I remove the funnel from my mouth, lay is down beside me, and take my Master's cock into my mouth, cleaning him profusely. My Master is uncut, so I slide his hood back, being sure to do it with care, compassion and love. I clean my Master's cock head being sure to have not missed a single drop. A submissive whore must never make decisions or control anything, so I wait until Master removes his cock from whores mouth. I thank my Master profusely, being fed by a Twink God is an extremely wonderful experience. Still kneeling submissively, I await my Master's further instructions. I look down at the floor, having just drank my Master's piss, I feel so fulfilled. It is an extreme priviledge and honor to be able to have so much of my Master now inside of me. I now await further instructions.......................................
Well I got a little ahead of myself, let me explain how this all began. I am a 40 year old man with an attraction to twinkish looking men. I am fit, having cycled across Canada on a bicycle and keeping mysefl active. I found David on one of those sites that said he was available for sex, for money. I could not believe how incredibly beautiful he was. He was 5'7, 118 lbs, slim incrediblr eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, lips, blonde hair that he draped over to one side. I immediately sent him a message and asked if he would like to meet up. He obliged and came to the retail store I was working at. Fortunately it wasn't a busy store and having guests over was not a hassle at all. He walked in and I was flabbergasted. His profile picture matched everything he said he was. 22 years old, yet literally he looked much younger. I do not think he had a hair on his body, yet his blonde hair just made you want to reach out and admire it. I did, it was so soft, so fine, he seemed to enjoy being admired.
He arrived in tight black skinny jeans, white ankle socks, and white runners. I have a massive foot fetish so this was an amazing sight to behold. I could only dream and imagine the incredibly wonderful smell of his feet, his socks and shoes. His stature was petite, yet a large bulge was present in his crotch. I truly hoped it wasn't a sock or other items, and it turned out it certainly wasn't. We chatted, got to know each other. Our agreement was $100 for 1 hour. As I was closing the store, we walked back to my place. I could not wait to see this incredibly beautiful man naked. Upon arriving at my apartment, I wasted no time disrobing him, leaving his white ankle socks on of course. Standing im front of me was this beautiful twink, tight body, perfect ass, tight tummy, size 7 feet, practically hairless twink. I never thought I would meet someone like this. He just simply satisfied every single attraction and desire I ever had. We spent the next few minutes chit chatting, then I went down on him. His hood lowered as I sucked him, his eyes seemed to roll back into the back of his head, he suddendly grabbed my hair with both hands, held my head hard and firm and grinded his beautiful body into my mouth. His breathing intensified, he moaned, and shot a very healthy load of his cum into my mouth. He immediately stopped my head from pleasuring him, my mouth still wrapped around his cock. He held me there for about 20 seconds, catching his breath. He pulled my hair and my mouth off of his cock, and said "what do you say?" I looked up into to eyes and said "thankyou." It is a truly wonderful experience to be attracted to someone and give them pleasure, have them fill you with their cum, then be asked to thank them afterwards. I never knew that our first day would turn into what is happening today.
Alittle about myself, I dated a few girls in my 20's, but always knew I was gay. When the interenet first came out I was always on the IRC channels, and I found myself attracted to dominant men. I wanted to be used, toed up, turned into a toy, a boytoy for men. I always seemed to find men easily, I was sucked off so frequently in cars and bars it was crazy. Yet I always wanted to submit, be owned, be someones bitch. It never happend. When I was in my late 20's I just gave it up and never let anyone know my submissive nature. Then I met David............
We continued to meet every couple of weeks, me always paying for his company. I enjoyed every minute, I always got to have his underwear to smell after he left, his socks to smell, so it was worth every dime. We became friends, and at times went out to clubs togethor or just hung out at my place and swapped stories. I leant so many incredible things about David, his best dates and his worst dates. I learnt he had no gag reflex and could take 11 inches all the way down, he was a bottom at heart and loved the feeling of men desiring him so much that they fucked him with vigor, compassion, and their orgasms inside of David were always powerful and real. I felt a little priviledged to know this beautiful twink, to be able to have such wonderful sex with him. All I ever really did was suck him, tie him up, sometimes spank him, but always get his cum. He liked to be tied, spanked hard, then fucked, but my submissiveness never wanted to make love to him. Getting his cum, his socks and underwear was the most beatufil treat imaginable.
David finally moved into a new boyfriends apartment, a man by the name of Adam. Adam was very hot, same age as David, skinny, twinish, but very dominant and kinky. Adam had a good job, made alot of money, and knew what he liked. He liked my David, and soon we saw alot less of each other. David one day needed a job, so I brought him on as an associate at the retail store I was at. It was so wonderful to see David every day, be with him, always copping a feel when I could. The greatest part was every day David would give me his socks and shoes, of course I always had extras for him to change into. He would sometimes walk into work and announce he got laid by Adam this morning, I could only dream of Adam's cum leaking slowly from his perfect ass. But every day for at least 2 years, I got Davids socks, shoes, underwear when he felt like it. Of course it cost me, free lunches, taxi fare, fixing his phone screen was a weekly occurrence. I admired this man. One day, he mentioned Adam was a human toilet. I kinda thought what the fuck is that. Then I put it togethor, Adam likes piss. That is disgusting, perverted, like what, who the fuck likes to do watersports? It was so foreign to me, I could not believe it. Adam liked to be pissed on in the bathtub. My initial thoughts were one of disgst, like who does that or likes it. Watersports? Like NO.
Adam and David eventually broke up, David went on his way but remained friends with me. Yes, I helped him alot financially, smokes, beer, phone bill, rent, you name it. We remained friends and we would get togethor every couple of weeks. I never ever lost interest in his socks and shoes and underwear, which he would give me knowing I enjoyed them so much. I would alwayd do bags and bags of his laundry, finding myself smelling his clothes, his jeans, his underwear, his shirts. I just felt so attracted to him, I kinf of worshipped him. To me he hwas a god, so perfect in every way.
One day when he was visiting me, I asked him if he would leave me a jar of his piss. I kind of figured I wanted to try everything once. I was so attracted to David that I asked him for that. I had one of those mason jars that pasta sauce came in and he filled it a querter of the way. After he left I stared at it for the longest time. Was I actually going to try drinking this? I opened the lid, smelled it,and quickly closed the lid again. My mind all of a sudden began going into weird places, reminding me of how much David meant to me, how incredibly attractive he was, how I wanted him, needed him, desired him. I quickly realized that my submissive side that I had buried 20 years ago was emerging. I would never submit to anyone, but I felt so incredibly submissive to David. I found myself needing him, desiring him,needing his dominance, his authority, his control, being owned by him. I never did try drinking his piss that day. I actually washed it down the sink and cleaned the jar. As I was cleaning the jar, I wondered why, and it dawned on me that I might want to try this again someday.
So a few months passed, one day David was at my place just hanging out. I asked him before he left if he could leave me a mason jar of his piss. David is non-judgemental, understanding, kind and open to alot of things so he went to the washroom and filled the mason jar half way. He brought it back to my room and placed it in front of me. After he left, I just stared at it, like what, I want to try drinking this? My feelings of being a submissive came out of me, and I opened the lid. I took a deep smell of David's piss, put the jar to my lips and slowly took a sip. As I swallowed, I almost started crying. Every emotion of being a submissive emerged, feeling so humiliated, degraded, a worthless, submissive whore to a man, and now a piss drinker. As I took one more smell before cosing the lid, I smiled, it was in that instant that I became a human toilet, a piss drinker, a worthless, submissive garbage whore slut pig. But I felt so free, so happy, I felt so alive again. I am a piss drinker, a whore to a twink I admire so much, desire, need, and want too submit too. I slowly drank it all, each sip was so emotional. I found myself repeating this phrase..."I am a submissive, owned and controlled by David, he is the man I kneel too, I worship him, respect, obey, and desire him." I felt so lucky to have submitted to the most beautiful twink I have ever known. Later that evening I texted David and walked all the way up to his place and got another half jar of his piss. I cam home that evening and sat there all night, sipping it and enjoying it slowly until the sun literally came up. It was an incredibly emotional experience. I became addicted that night, I will never forget the date, July 8 2023.
I wanted to share this with others, as it has been 1 year since I became a piss drinker to a Master. A lot more has happened since also, but that is chapter 2.....David got back with Adam, and Adam found out about my submission.........oh my......
