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Beach
Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: iamyourforever
... cramping and pressure was awful. I held my breath then f***efully exhaled to try and alleviate the discomfort while I waited for the alcohol to kick in an numb my awareness. "Keep it in!" I heard Tommy yelling from the other room. "Do you need a bigger plug?" "Uggh... I am fine," I huffed back. "Good, now get your ass out here. Bring a towel with you in case you have an accident." Tommy demanded. I obliged but no sooner had I walked to where he was sitting that I got a big need to expel the beer up my ass. "Oh my gosh," I said. "Lay down here on your left side," Tommy instructed. I threw the towel down and lay down next to his chair. Naked by his feet, I felt like a f****y pet. "I want to be clear with you," Tommy said sternly. "You let one drop of beer leak out of your ass and you will never come again. Do you hear me?" "OK," I replied. "Just tell me when it is alright for me to go." "You didn't hear me," Tommy said. "This is not like the other times where you eventually got to release your enema. You will keep the beer inside you so that it gets completely absorbed by your intestines. You can piss it out. But don't you dare shit it out. Do you understand me?" I just stared up at him. My eyes must have told him that I was freaking out over all this because he reassured me saying, "You can do it, just lay there and keep it in. You'll come soon and it will be like no other ...
... orgasm you have ever had. I promise." He gave me a pillow to rest my head on then stroked my hair. Sure enough, in less than a half hour I had to pee and most of the pressure to expel the beer in my gut was gone. Of course I was a little wasted. More than a little waster actually. I woke up in the middle of the night to my partially erect cock trying to get out of its cage. It was no use fighting it I thought and I shifted onto my back and tried to get some sl**p. Tommy woke up around 8:30 the next morning. Actually I woke Tommy up around 8:30. I couldn't sl**p. I couldn't think. Actually I could think but only about sex. I was depraved from being deprived. "I can't take this," I said to him frantically. "This thing is driving me crazy. I can't sl**p. I can't think. It is making me crazy." "OK, OK. I will take care of you," Tommy assured me. "But you have to take care of me first." "Another blow job?" I asked. "Nope," Tommy replied. "And I won't tie you up either - though I would ask that you not use your hands." "OK, what?" I sighed. "It's morning and I need to take a monstrous piss. I want you to swallow it all. Of your own free will. With no hands." I just looked at him wide-eyed. "I promise," started Tommy. 'You do this for me and I will make sure that every last bit of spunk inside you is completely drained." Tommy knew that his request was no small proposition. I had been tied up and had ...