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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} CO-ED TANDEM BEER PISSING CONTEST {Hungry Guy} (F/M BF WM ws cons Fdom interr nosex 1st)
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{ASS} CO-ED TANDEM BEER PISSING CONTEST {Hungry Guy} (F/M BF WM ws 
cons Fdom interr nosex 1st)
BY:  hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this 
story are real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is 
nothing more than words that came from my imagination.  Any 
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely 
coincidental. 

Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether 
free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my 
stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" 
(hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author.  
You may not make changes other than fixing typos.  Even beware of 
fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that 
may be flagged by your spell checker.  Thanks.

Warning:  Some of the tortures depicted in my story are pure fantasy 
and are not realistic.  Please do not attempt any of them without 
discussing it in the BDSM newsgroups first.  

    ###

    This was Jack's second visit to _Edge Play._  He was curious 
about BDSM and had been lurking in the newsgroups for some time, but 
hadn't yet been to a munch.  

    He passed through the plate glass doors that were the main 
entrance on 14th street.  He walked past the book store on one side 
of the corridor and looked into the window.  On prominent display was 
a complete set of near mint paperback Gor novels.  On the other side 
was a display window for a store that sold all types of devices, and 
he scratched his head at what looked like a small stainless steel 
pressure cooker.  He walked past the stores and up to the bouncer 
standing guard before the two elevators.  The bouncer checked his ID 
before letting him on the elevator to the main floor two levels 
below.  

    As Jack walked through the short corridor to the main room, he 
passed a  political poster that said:

    ###

    _Defend our lifestyle against the Puritans, moralists, 

    _censors, and control freaks -- vote Libertarian!

    ###

    He took another step, and next to the political poster was a 
display case listing scheduled events.  

    ###

    _Cass Carnaby Five live tonight_

    _Branding Demonstration in Orange Dungeon at 8:00_

    _Torture Demonstration in Yellow Dungeon at 10:00_

    _Slave Auction in Blue Dungeon at 11:00_

    _Co Ed Tandem Beer Pissing Contest in Red Dungeon at 12:00_

    ###

    He thought, _What the hell is a Co Ed Tandem Beer Pissing 
Contest?_  

    Well, first things first.  He walked up to the bar to get a 
drink.  He paid the bar tender $5.00 for a pint of Guinness Stout on 
tap.  The band, five guys in blue blazers, announced the title of 
their latest hit, "Dangerous Game."  _Appropriate title, I suppose, 
for a BDSM club,_ Jack thought.  The song was a catchy bossa nova 
tune.  

    He listened to the band for a while, then, beer in hand, he 
proceeded to explore the club.  It was only about 10:00, so he 
followed the blue line to the slave auction.  He was still working up 
the guts to sell himself to someone for a night.  As he walked in, he 
took a flyer and read it over.  It explained how the slave auction 
worked.  Every time you enter the club, you are given 10 slave points 
-- meaning he had 20 so far.  The cheapest he had ever seen a slave 
sell for was about 1000 points.  You can offer yourself for sale, and 
the high bidder gets you as their slave for 24 hours.  You also gain 
10% of their bid amount added to your total number of points.  

    To offer yourself, you sign a release form stating your sexual 
orientation: straight, gay, or bi.  If you're straight, you're only 
offered to masters of the opposite gender; if you're gay, then only 
to masters of the same gender; and if you're bi, you are offered to 
anybody.  You also list your limits and print your safe word -- they 
recommend "may day," but "red" is the customary safe-word.  If a 
slave refuses to do something that he didn't list as one of his 
limits, then the slave is banned from the club for life.

    On the other hand, if you buy a slave, you can't leave the 
premises with your slave except under special circumstances.  For 
this reason, there are suites that you can rent for the night like a 
hotel room -- with a bedroom, bathroom, kitchenette, and dungeon.  
However, if both you and your slave have been a slave three times and 
a master three times, and your slave consents to it, then you can 
take your slave home with you for the night.  You both are required 
to call in when you get home, and you have to return the slave to the 
club the following night.  Also, there are all kinds of ID required 
before you can take a slave home, and anyone who violates a slave's 
limits is banned for life from the club and is reported to all the 
newsgroups.  Furthermore, an immediate search by a private 
investigation agency is conducted if a slave isn't returned the 
following night.  So far, this policy has worked extraordinarily 
well; there hasn't been a mishap yet.  

    Jack watched the slave auction with fascination.  Many women were 
sold to men.  Many women were sold to women.  Some men were sold to 
men.  Few men were sold to women.  The most attractive people, those 
with the greatest experience as slaves, and those with the least 
restrictive limits, were sold for the highest amount.  Being straight 
and inexperienced, Jack knew that he would be sold for a cheap price, 
if, indeed, anyone would bid at all.  He would have to sell himself 
many times over to get the thousand points or so to be able to buy a 
female slave for the night.

    As the auction progressed, the Doms and Dommes left with their 
slaves.  The hours passed quickly and the auction finally ended.  

    He left the dungeon and wandered the club's maze like array of 
rooms and corridors.  He passed an alcove with entrances to 
restrooms.  There had been several such restroom alcoves, but this 
one was marked "Alternate Rest Rooms."  He considered going into the 
men's room to see what might be alternate about a rest room, but he 
didn't really have to go yet, so he continued his explorations.

    After passing through a few more rooms, he stopped at the door of 
the Green Dungeon, where there was a sign posted on the display case.

    ###

    _TPE 24/7 Level-10 slave swap and auction, invitation only!_

    ###

    Jack scratched his head wondering what that meant, then continued 
on.  

    He came to the yellow dungeon, where a "Torture Demonstration" 
was presumably in progress.  

    Upon walking inside, past a couple of big beefy bouncers watching 
the room, he couldn't believe his eyes.  He had expected it to be 
some lame fake show.  But, wow!  Upon walking inside, there was a 
woman hanging by her breasts.  She had a rope wound tightly to one 
breast, threaded up through a pulley and then down and wound tightly 
to the other breast.  The pulley was hanging by another rope from a 
pulley mounted on the ceiling.  Her wrists were cuffed behind her 
back, and her feet were dangling several inches above the floor.  Her 
bright-purple breasts were stretched like they were about to be 
ripped off her body, while her face was distorted in silent agony.  A 
man, probably her Dom, was standing next to her at attention.  

    Next to that, was a woman bent over a saw-horse with her bare ass 
shoved up into the air on display.  Her wrists were bound to one side 
of the horse, while her ankles were bound to the other side of the 
horse.  Her ass was up in the air facing the observers, and had a 
clear plastic speculum forcing it open.  Another such speculum was 
forcing her vagina open between her shaved lips.  He was about to 
continue past when her Dom held out a magnifying glass and said, "Go 
ahead, have a look inside.  Just don't touch or those bouncers will 
throw you outta here in a flash!"

    Jack really didn't want to look up that poor woman's spread holes 
with a magnifying glass, but being new to the scene and not sure what 
is considered polite vs. rude behavior, he didn't want to offend him, 
so he took the glass and peeked inside.  Those bouncers sure looked 
surly, so he was very careful to stay back and not accidentally touch 
her.  He saw the inside of her ass was bright red.  Surprisingly, 
there was no odor, despite his nose being about six inches from her 
wide-open asshole.  Jack handed the man back his glass and said, 
"Thank you."

    The other smirked and answered, "You're welcome."

    Next he came to a woman with a male sub.  The woman sat in a 
chair next to her slave and ignored Jack.  The man was shackled 
spread-eagle to a giant wooden X standing upright.  He was naked, and 
he had a sort of collar wrapped around his balls.  Hanging from that 
collar was a cloth sack containing what seemed like a bowling ball.  
While Jack stood there gawking, the woman lifted her foot up and 
tapped the ball slightly with her toe, sending it swinging gently 
back and forth. 

    Next, was a woman laying on her back on a low wooden platform 
with her feet hanging over the ledge.  Jack almost puked when he saw 
her feet, for they were all slashed and blistered.  One of her toes 
was cut off, and a couple of her toes were missing their toenails.  
In a tray at the base of the table were assorted bottles labeled, 
"Sulfuric Acid" and "Rubbing Alcohol."  Jack looked up at her Dom.  
He winked at Jack and whacked the base of her feet with a cat-o-nine-
tails, evoking a whimper from her and adding another trickle of blood 
to the gory sight.

    Next, there was a woman straddling another sawhorse.  The top 
beam was made into a point lengthwise.  She was standing on her 
tiptoes while her wrists were bound together over her head and toed 
to a shackle mounted in the ceiling.  As he watched, she lower 
herself onto the beam, sit for a few moments, then lift herself back 
up on her toes, then sit, then stand.  Her constant rising and 
lowering reminded Jack of someone riding a horse.

    Then there was a man standing next to a wooden crate about six 
feet long, three feet wide, and three feet deep.  It was open on the 
top and full of dirt.  Sticking up about 6 inches out of the dirt at 
one end was a length of PVC pipe.  Jack was afraid to ask the man 
standing there what was buried under that dirt, so he started to walk 
away when the guy climbed up onto the dirt.  He unzipped his pants 
and pissed into the pipe.  Then he climbed down and caught Jack's 
gaze saying, "She's been in there for about an hour.  I figure she 
must be thirsty by now."

    Jack smiled at the obvious joke and continued to make his way 
around the room. 

    He completed the room, and went back into the hallway.  After 
rounding a corner, he stopped, looked down, and noticed that he was 
standing on a red line embedded in the floor.  It was close to 
midnight, so what the hell, he thought; he followed the line in the 
direction of the arrows.  

    A display case next to the red dungeon declared that this was the 
Co Ed Tandem Beer Pissing Contest.  First Prize was to be 1000 slave 
points each for both partners.  Second prize was to be 500 points for 
the top partner.  Third prize was a complete set of _Gor_ novels for 
him and a set of _Mida_ novels for her.  Jack thought how he would 
love to win 1000 slave-points and maybe buy a slave for a night.

    He went inside and took a seat among the spectators.  Inside, 
there was a row of long narrow benches lined perpendicular along one 
wall.  Each bench was about 2 feet above the floor, about 6 feet 
long, and about 2 feet wide.  In the middle of each bench was a small 
hole.  Leaning in each hole was a section of white PVC pipe with a 45 
degree elbow piece at the top angled downward.  The pipe was resting 
in a small pitcher underneath the bench.  At the end of each bench 
closest to the wall, it was more thickly padded than the rest, like a 
pillow.  Each bench had a number of shackles and straps on it as 
well.  Also, he just noticed, there were a number of kegs grouped to 
one side of the row of benches.  A couple of women were standing near 
the benches checking and adjusting them.

    A few minutes later, a couple came out of a door in the back of 
the room.  Both were wearing slippers and bathrobes.  The two women 
escorted them to the first bench.  The man removed his robe and -- 
Jeez! -- he was completely naked.  He sat on the bench and put his 
legs up and rested his head on the padded end.  That PVC pipe was 
sticking up between his legs right at his crotch.  One woman lifted 
the pipe and slipped the angled piece onto his dick.  She then 
shackled his wrists and ankles, and then buckled the straps tightly 
across his chest and waist.  Lastly, she slipped some sort of white 
clip onto one of his fingers.  His partner kept her robe on and 
jumped up and just sat side-saddle on his chest.  

    A second couple came out and placed themselves similarly on the 
next bench.  

    Then a third couple.  Then a fourth couple.  Then a fifth.  
Finally, a sixth couple came out.  That left two empty benches.

    One of the women stood before the audience and announced, "Hello.  
I'm Kathy.  I'm one of the judges for the contest.  We seem to need 
two more couples.  Would any couples like to enter the contest?"

    No one volunteered.  She then asked, "Well, would any singles 
like to enter?  If two singles of opposite genders enter, and are 
acceptable to each other, we can fill one more bench.  How about it 
people?"

    Jack swallowed hard and raised his hand.  He had no idea what 
this contest would require him to do, but he was willing to try 
anything once.  It might even be fun to have a woman do something 
erotic with him involving beer.  And he couldn't pass up the chance 
to possibly win 1000 slave points.

    She motioned for him to come forward.  He stood and excused 
himself across the row and up to the front of the room.   

    "What's your first name?" she asked.

    "Uhm, Jack." He answered.

    "Well Jack, stand over by that bench."

    Again she announced, "De we have a female volunteer from the 
audience to be Jack's partner?"  

    She waited a few moments but no one spoke up.  She turned to 
Jack.  "Wait a few minutes, Jack.  Maybe someone will volunteer.  
People are still entering the room."

    Jack nodded.

    Kathy turned back to the crowd.  "Here's how the contest works.  
The bottom lies on his back and pees into the pitcher through the 
pipe there.  The top sits on his face, balancing herself on his head, 
with her clit over his mouth.  She is given a mug of beer and she 
chugs as much beer as she can as fast as she can.  Whenever her mug 
is empty, she will raise it up and out, and one of us judges will 
take it and refill it from a keg and return it to her.  Whichever 
bottom fills his pitcher full of pee first is the winning couple."

    She continued, "If the top falls off, the couple loses 
immediately.  Although every bottom has an oxygen sensor, the safe-
word is 'may day.'  We ask the audience to be quiet so we judges can 
hear a bottom speaking the safe-word.  It is allowed for a bottom's 
oxygen sensor to go off once, but if it goes off twice the couple is 
out.  If any bottom speaks the safe-word, even once, the couple is 
out.  If the bottom spits out any piss, or any piss leaks out between 
his mouth and her ass, the couple is disqualified.  The contest will 
begin in a few minutes." 

    Jack nearly fainted when he heard that.  Sit on his face!  Chug 
beer!  Drink her piss!  And piss into the pitcher!  Holy crap!  He 
was suddenly glad that there were no female volunteers to be his 
partner, that's for sure.

    Kathy then announced to the crowd again, "Ladies, Jack there 
still needs a female partner.  Any volunteers?"

    Kathy started to turn toward Jack when she heard a cough from the 
audience.  She turned back to see a woman was standing -- a tall 
muscular black woman with short kinky orange hair.  

    "Come on down."

    Jack gulped when he saw his prospective partner come forward. 

    "What's your name?" Kathy asked. 

    "I'm Tameka," she answered.

    Kathy faced Jack and asked him, "Do you agree to Tameka as your 
partner?"

    Jack was at a loss for words.  What a dilemma!  If he rejected 
Tameka, everyone would surely think he was rejecting her because she 
was black.  He didn't want people to think he was a racist.  But how 
could he let another person piss into his mouth?  And then swallow 
their piss?  From someone he doesn't even know?  Damn!  

    "Jack?" Kathy asked again.

    "Sure," Jack squeaked.  Jack had never been with a black woman.  
Didn't even have any black friends.  At school, despite all the 
diversity programs and everything, the blacks kept to themselves and 
the whites kept to themselves.  He wondered if a black woman would 
"taste" any different than a white woman.

    The other male contestants were already laying down on their 
benches.  Kathy escorted Jack and Tameka into the back room.  There 
she told them both to disrobe and place their clothes into two 
plastic tubs and wear two robes that she handed them.

    Jack was self-conscious about getting naked in front of both 
Kathy and Tameka, but Tameka seemed to think nothing of it as she 
quickly undressed before his eyes and put on her robe.  Damn, but she 
had some body, though!  

    So Jack swallowed hard and did the same.  

    Kathy escorted them back out into the room and motioned for Jack 
to lie down on the bench.  He did so.  She then placed that pipe on 
his dick, and shackled him in.  Then she placed that white clip on 
his finger.  

    "What the thing on my finger for?" he asked.

    "Oxygen sensor," she answered.  "Hospitals use them during 
surgery nowadays.  Warns us if you're being suffocated.  You heard me 
announce the rules, didn't you?"

    "Oh, yeah," is all Jack could think to say.

    Kathy turned away and, without hesitation, Tameka jumped up and 
landed with a _thump_ sitting sideways on Jack's chest like the 
others, forcing a gush of breath out of his mouth.

    About a minute passed then Kathy called the spectators to quiet 
and announced, "Ladies, mount your faces."

    Tameka slid off Jack's chest, and walked around behind his head.  
He watched out the corner of his eye that the other women were doing 
the same thing with their subs.

    He looked back up just in time to see Tameka jump and push 
herself up over Jack's forehead and land on his face with a _smack!_  
She squirmed around a little and his nose slid into a depression in 
her ass crack.

    _Oh, gross!_  He thought.  She had landed with her cunt directly 
over his mouth, but she had stuck his nose up her asshole.  Her ass 
cheeks were pressing against his eyes and he could see only darkness.  
He could tell that her feet were dangling without touching the floor 
and so her full weight was pressing down on his face.  Her full 
weight on his face felt like she was crushing his skull.  On top of 
that, her thighs were clamped tightly against the sides of his head, 
presumably to keep her balance.  Damn, it was painful!  _I just hope 
she doesn't have to fart._

    He suddenly realized that he couldn't breathe, but then she 
leaned back a little, lifting her pussy off his mouth, and he was 
able to breathe out of his mouth.

    He heard some walking about for a few minutes, then heard Kathy 
announce, "Ready!  Set!  Chug!"

    He suddenly felt Tameka squirm a little, and heard a gurgling 
sound come from her thighs pressed tightly against his ears.  It 
continued for about a minute, stopped briefly, then continued for 
another minute, and so on, and so on.

    Jack lost track of the number of minutes that seemed to pass when 
Tameka leaned forward and pressed her pussy to his mouth.  

    An instant later, a stream of acrid, salty liquid splashed 
against his tongue and pooled at the back of his throat.  He started 
to panic; he couldn't swallow if he couldn't breathe.  What'll happen 
when his mouth fills up?

    Fortunately, she stopped peeing just before that dread moment, 
and leaned back.  He swallowed her piss with a few gulps while she 
continued chugging beer. 

    More minutes passed slowly.  Eventually she had to pee again.  
Like before, she pressed her pussy against his mouth and let her 
bitter piss stream into his mouth.  This time, he tried to swallow, 
while holding his breath, before his mouth got too full.  He was a 
little successful, but she pissed faster than he could swallow.  
Again, she stopped just before his mouth was completely full; and he 
realized that if he hadn't swallowed some while she pissed, it would 
have filled his mouth beyond capacity.

    Shortly, she peed again.  And, again, he managed to swallow a 
little while she peed, though it was difficult.  It seemed that less 
time had passed this time.  He then realized that as long as she 
keeps chugging beer, she'll eventually be peeing nearly continuously.  
He had better be ready to keep up.

    At that moment, he felt his own urge.  He relaxed his muscled and 
pissed up into that pipe.  He could hear it dribble into the pitcher 
below his ass.

    As soon as he finished peeing, she leaned forward and peed again.  
He did even better this time.  It seemed that she pissed well more 
than a mouthful this time, yet he was able to gulp it down without it 
getting close to filling his mouth.

    She leaned back and he swallowed the rest of it.  Then she leaned 
forward again, and pissed once again.  It was getting easier to chug 
her piss, he realized.  And she was pissing more piss and more often.  

    He had to pee again.  And while he was peeing into the pipe, she 
leaned forward and started to fill his mouth.  He clamped his groin 
muscles tight to concentrate on chugging her piss.  

    He continued after she finished and leaned back.  But she leaned 
forward again only after he took a couple of breaths.  

    It became apparent that he would soon need to pee at the same 
time he was swallowing her piss while she was peeing into his mouth.

    Indeed, his bladder had filled up again quickly.  And it was 
becoming harder to breathe, now that he only had time to take one or 
two breaths between her pissing.  

    Of course, he had to pee again.  Without thinking, he relaxed his 
groin muscles to let his pee flow while really concentrating on 
chugging her piss between breaths.

    The rhythm of the thing became easy after a few more minutes.  He 
still had to concentrate on swallowing Tameka's acrid nectar while 
holding his breath under the crushing weight of her crotch and ass on 
his face, but he started hearing other sounds from the room as time 
went on.  He could hear the murmur of the spectators.  He could hear, 
not only his own pee dribbling into the pitcher, but from the 
adjacent contestants as well.  He wondered how close his pitcher was 
to being full, anyway.  He had been peeing nearly as continuously as 
Tameka, and it surely must be close to full by now.  

    Then he heard a beeping sound in the distance, followed by a 
slight commotion.  He heard Kathy's voice speak in the distance 
telling someone to let her partner catch his breath.  

    Still, Jack continued to drink Tameka's piss between breaths.  
Still, he continued to pee Tameka's piss into that pitcher under his 
ass.  

    Then, he felt a strange sensation against his nose, followed by a 
warmth inside his nasal cavity.  Then the smell hit him.  His nose, 
after all, was shoved up into Tameka's anus.  She had just farted 
into his nose.  _How worse can this get?_ Jack wondered.  

    He then heard a collective gasp from the audience as a _thump_ 
came from across the room.  Kathy announced, "Emily and Bruce are out 
of the running, folks.  Everyone's pitcher is about half full.  It's 
going to be a close one tonight."

    _Only half full!  How can that be?  I can't keep this up much 
longer.  This black amazon is crushing my head!  If she farts again, 
I'm giving the safe-word, first prize be damned!_

    The rhythm continued.  Jack took a breath between Tameka pissing 
into his mouth, while he pissed into the pipe at regular intervals.  

    Countless minutes passed until he heard another bell ring.  Kathy 
announced, "We have our first winner, everyone!  Eileen and Bernie.  
Congratulations!"

    He heard Tameka mutter "Shit!" to herself through her body.  She 
clamped her legs ever tighter against his head as she leaned forward 
and filled his mouth with ever more rancid liquid.

    Of course, he pissed again as he had been doing frequently.  A 
moment later, a bell ringing under his head startled him.  At that 
moment, Tameka had been pissing into him.  And if his head hadn't 
been pinned down under Tameka's full weight, he would have jerked up 
in surprise.  He almost forgot to keep swallowing, as Tameka didn't 
stop her piss from flowing when the bell rang.  Fortunately, he 
gulped it down before she filled his mouth.  

    He heard footsteps approach, then Kathy announced as Tameka 
leaned back to let him have a breath, "Congratulations to our second 
place winners, Tameka and Jack!"

    _Wow!_ Jack thought.  _I really won!_  

    Tameka answered in a slurred voice, "Yeah, that's great!  But I 
got to pee so bad."  She leaned forward and peed again.  

    Kathy said, "Sure, I know how it feels.  Just let me have your 
beer, and you can stay up there until you're all pissed out.  I'm 
sure Jack won't mind."

    _The hell I don't mind!_ Jack thought to himself.  He started to 
mumble the safe-word into Tameka's cunt -- but, _damn!_  He forgot 
what it was.

    At that moment, another couple won third place, and the contest 
was declared over.  

    Kathy and the other judge ushered the spectators out of the room, 
which became very quiet then.

    However, Tameka remained seated on Jack's face for what seemed 
like the next half-hour or so.  He could tell from piss dribbling 
into adjacent pitchers that he wasn't alone in his predicament.  
Gradually, her pisses were farther and farther apart.  So was his, 
too.  

    A little after that, he heard Kathy ask, "How are we all doing, 
girls?"

    Tameka finally said, "I think I can get down now, Kathy."  

    Jack heard Kathy's footsteps approach, and Tameka slid off Jacks 
face while Kathy steadied her.  

    For the first time in hours, Jack slowly inhaled a deep breath 
and let it out again.  The lightheadedness he began to feel shortly 
after Tameka mounted him quickly faded.  Tameka, on the other hand, 
was staggering over to a chair, assisted by Kathy.  

    Jack sat up and saw there was still one couple mounted.  She 
looked dazed and drunk and like she was about to fall off any moment.  
Kathy came over and helped him off the bench.  He took a step and 
staggered too.  

    "Careful!" Kathy said, "You've been drinking too, you know."

    "Yeah, I thought I felt better when she got off, but, yeah, I 
feel a buzz, myself."

    Kathy helped Jack over and sat him next to Tameka.  

    Tameka put her arm around his shoulder and said in a slurred 
voice, "Good job, bro!  We won second prize."

    "Yeah," Jack answered.

    Kathy cam over to them and asked them to follow her back into the 
changing room.  So Jack and Tamara, supporting each other, staggered 
back into the changing room and got dressed.

    As they stood to leave, Tameka asked, "Say, uhm, what's your name 
again?"

    "Jack."

    "Say, Jack."

    "What?"

    "How'd you like to come home with me and be my toilet slave for 
the weekend?"

    Jack thought about this for a second -- what the hell is a toilet 
slave?  

    "What, uhm, do I have to do?" he asked.

    She answered, "You know, total toilet service to me."  

    Jack was still confused.  Still, he mused, _It might be fun to go 
home with her and play BDSM slave for a weekend.  It's okay if she 
wants me to wash her toilet or whatever other chores she might have 
in mind.  Just as long as I don't have to drink her piss again._

    He said, "Okay."  

    - END -

Warning:  Some of the tortures depicted in my story are pure fantasy 
and are not realistic.  Please do not attempt any of them without 
discussing it in the BDSM newsgroups first.  

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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