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Liam moaned as he felt the stream of piss hit his track suit.
How the fuck had it come to this? How low was he willing to sink just to please Allan? And why did it feel so fucking good? Why did he love that nasty fucker so much for doing all these nasty things to him?
Just a moment ago he'd still been feeling even pride, walking around on a leash in broad daylight. He'd felt proud for showing everyone that he belonged to the man of his dreams. Well, technically Allan wasn't quite the man of his dreams when they met. But somehow that's what he was now. It was not the man that had changed, it was Liam's dreams. No, that wasn't right either. His dreams hadn't changed, it was just that Allan was the first man who wasn't making Liam project their dreams upon him but had made Liam see his own dreams for the first time and made Liam feel free to actually live out them. Liam found himself sinking deeper and deeper into depravity, helpless to resist. No, not helpless. Unwilling to resist. It was like a drug, getting him higher and higher everytime he sunk lower into the world of Allan's twisted perverse desires.
Liam had felt proud walking on a leash and he had been excited about meeting his mates and introduce Allan to them. He had been looking forward to show his mates that he belonged to Allan. They were gonna meet in the park, down a few beers, smoke a few joints, talk shite, then hit the pubs later. But the fuckers were late and Allan got bored waiting and wanted Liam to entertain him. Just lick his trainers for fun. It had been raining earlier so the park was fairly quiet so Liam didn't hesitate, he got down and licked Allan's trainers like they were the tastiest treat and for Liam, they kinda were. And Liam didn't much care if his mates would happen to see him slobber over Allan's trainers.
And then he felt the stream of piss hit his back. Liam realized he'd stink of piss for the rest of the day, everyone would notice that, his mates would smell it, everyone out on the town would smell it. But he didn't protest, instead he felt mad lust and excitement rush over him.
"Yeah, let me wash my filthy puppy. I want you to be all nice and nasty so I can be proud of walking around with my slutpuppy, show you off to your mates and everyone. Fuck, if those mates of your's don't soon show up, I'm gonna spray your hair and face with my cum. You'd love that, wouldn't you? You'd love everyone seeing what a jack nasty fuckpuppy you are!"
Liam just moaned loudly, grinding his locked cock to the ground. And when Allan told him to, he put out his tongue and lapped up Allan's piss from the pavement, his cock strained painfully in it's cage, a powerful orgasm washed over him, releasing a dribble of cum and piss, soaking his jocks and trackies.
He felt the initial sense of dread and shame turn into joy and yes, he even felt a weird pride again.
Liam knew he was being completely fucked up by Allan, but he knew he wouldn't want it any other way.
Liam moaned as he felt the stream of piss hit his track suit.
How the fuck had it come to this? How low was he willing to sink just to please Allan? And why did it feel so fucking good? Why did he love that nasty fucker so much for doing all these nasty things to him?
Just a moment ago he'd still been feeling even pride, walking around on a leash in broad daylight. He'd felt proud for showing everyone that he belonged to the man of his dreams. Well, technically Allan wasn't quite the man of his dreams when they met. But somehow that's what he was now. It was not the man that had changed, it was Liam's dreams. No, that wasn't right either. His dreams hadn't changed, it was just that Allan was the first man who wasn't making Liam project their dreams upon him but had made Liam see his own dreams for the first time and made Liam feel free to actually live out them. Liam found himself sinking deeper and deeper into depravity, helpless to resist. No, not helpless. Unwilling to resist. It was like a drug, getting him higher and higher everytime he sunk lower into the world of Allan's twisted perverse desires.
Liam had felt proud walking on a leash and he had been excited about meeting his mates and introduce Allan to them. He had been looking forward to show his mates that he belonged to Allan. They were gonna meet in the park, down a few beers, smoke a few joints, talk shite, then hit the pubs later. But the fuckers were late and Allan got bored waiting and wanted Liam to entertain him. Just lick his trainers for fun. It had been raining earlier so the park was fairly quiet so Liam didn't hesitate, he got down and licked Allan's trainers like they were the tastiest treat and for Liam, they kinda were. And Liam didn't much care if his mates would happen to see him slobber over Allan's trainers.
And then he felt the stream of piss hit his back. Liam realized he'd stink of piss for the rest of the day, everyone would notice that, his mates would smell it, everyone out on the town would smell it. But he didn't protest, instead he felt mad lust and excitement rush over him.
"Yeah, let me wash my filthy puppy. I want you to be all nice and nasty so I can be proud of walking around with my slutpuppy, show you off to your mates and everyone. Fuck, if those mates of your's don't soon show up, I'm gonna spray your hair and face with my cum. You'd love that, wouldn't you? You'd love everyone seeing what a jack nasty fuckpuppy you are!"
Liam just moaned loudly, grinding his locked cock to the ground. And when Allan told him to, he put out his tongue and lapped up Allan's piss from the pavement, his cock strained painfully in it's cage, a powerful orgasm washed over him, releasing a dribble of cum and piss, soaking his jocks and trackies.
He felt the initial sense of dread and shame turn into joy and yes, he even felt a weird pride again.
Liam knew he was being completely fucked up by Allan, but he knew he wouldn't want it any other way.
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