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FUNK, FILTH, KINK, and FREAK: One Man's Random Compendium of Unconventional Sex, part 5  Funk, Filth, Kink, & Freak: One Man’s Random Compendium of Unconventional Sex, part 5, "Inn the Navy"  I was at a bar one night, I was in my mid 20s, when I began talking to a couple of guys. One was an older man, who used crutches due to a childhood affliction. He was w/ a younger man, a cute blond boy, who wasn’t more than 25 or so; they seemed to be friends. We all conversed for a while, when the hot blond started flirting w/ me palpably, & I returned in kind. He was fair skinned—not masculine, but not effeminate, either; he was just deferential, soft spoken, & polite. He told me he was on a week’s leave from the Navy, & that he’d been staying w/ the older man (OM) as a friend, who was little more than a long distance pen pal. Soon, Navy Slave (NS) asked me back to OM’s house, but OM did not react positively to the invite. I always hated getting in the middle of people’s bullshit, but NS was telling his friend (while I was in earshot) that there was no sexual thing between the two of them, & he had never meant for there to be. Navy boy was cordial to OM, but it was clear that the older gentleman inferred a sexual relationship, where none existed, & as NS informed OM that he had never written anything sexual to his pen pal, I understood better what the situation was w/ the two of them. Since OM didn’t want me to come to his residence, NS asked him if he would take us to a motel. To my surprise, he agreed, & after some more words between them, we were off. The older man seemed to come to terms w/ the “what was” as opposed to the “hoping for”. The hot Navy blond & I lay in bed, NS was between my thighs, his head undulated, his throat consuming my dick down to the base. “I’ve never seen a dick this big,” he said gazing up at me, still massaging my dick. “Not on a white guy, anyway,” he clarified & went back to blowing me. “I’m not white, though,” I explained. “I’m Puerto Rican & Cuban. My brother’s as dark as a black dude, but I take after my Mom, who is Puerto Rican & light skinned. My brother takes more after my dad.” Compared to NS, I was almost black, too. He was so white, like a Swede or a Viking, but it made him look softer, sexier, for some reason, not pasty or ghost-like in any way. He was more like invincible porcelain— delicate yet unbreakable. He was far from rugged, despite his being in the armed forces. His manner & appearance & speech made him seem confident & kind yet subservient. “I want to be your slave,” NS said out of the dark blue. I looked at him w/ wonder… Wonder-ed if he was serious. I was still discovering all kinds of dominating, nasty acts I was enjoying, & I had already been Master to a number of dutiful vassals including my all-time best fag mancipium: FavSlav (documented in Funk, Filth, Kink, & Freak, part 1) & Wannabe Religious Leader (from part 2), so I had absolutely no qualms about making one of the Navy’s finest indulge me in my sexual depravity. “Get down & lick my socks,” I ordered the serviceman. “Lick…?” he seemed slightly miffed at my instruction, maybe ‘cause it’s not an ordinary command. “Lick my fucking socks, slave,” I directed vehemently. He didn’t attempt to ask again what I said or meant, even though he was uncertain of himself & what he was supposed to do. I had taken my shoes off before we jumped in the bed initially, or I would have made him lick those, too, I suppose. NS lapped at my sweaty white socks & in just a few minutes was getting into worshipping at my feet! I forced my toes into his mouth & down his throat. “Deep throat that sock, fag slave!” I demanded. He swallowed it as much as he possibly could, & regardless that he was a novice at socksucking, he was doing pretty damn good. Soon he was licking every part of my socks in a subservient frenzy, & I loved every second of it. This helot was extremely compliant w/ a strong desire to serve & be subdued. When my blond, punk slave had licked & sucked both my socks for a long time, I grabbed him by the hair & pulled him into the bathroom. I told him to get on his knees in front of me. I grabbed hold of my dick & pointed the porthole of my penis at his mouth. “Drink my piss, slave,” was all I said, but he had inferred what was to follow & held his mouth open to receive my warm, golden liquid. After a few moments, I streamed into his mouth & pushed my dick into his oral aperture, all the while urinating w/ no interruption. He drank almost half my bladder full of piss but then started gagging, followed by choking, & he tried like hell to keep the urine I had pissed in his mouth so as not to disappoint me, but all of a sudden he spewed up a mouthful of piss right onto both my socks. I continued urinating on the floor in front of me, occasionally, shooting a little in his direction. “I’m very sorry, Sir,” NS apologized. “Do you want me to suck the piss off your socks?” “Fuck, yeah, slave,” I said slightly irritated but not really, & I wiped up some piss from the floor w/ both my socks, & my vassal fell forward from his knees & began slurping the urine off my socks & would occasionally lap up some piss from the floor as well. I started to think he had purposefully spewed up urine onto my socks, just so he could slurp it out of them! I grabbed him by the hair as he serviced me on the ceramic floor & forced his face & mouth in the small puddle of urine still visible around my feet. “Slurp it up, faggot,” I stated emphatically, & NS worked his mouth to every drop of piss on the bathroom floor & consumed it, per my orders! When there was no more piss on the floor, my slave went back to work on my socks! His tongue lapped at my drenched socks w/ intensity & purpose. I abruptly walked away while he was still licking & sucking my socks, & I told him to follow me. I had him lie on the floor at the end of the bed, his head near the door. I stood over him & stuffed one of my socks down his throat, trying to cram it as deep down as I could get it! He was extremely receptive to worshipping my raunchy socks & made every attempt to satisfy me in my sexually unorthodox endeavor. “Wait right there,” I commanded NS. “Don’t move from that spot. I’ll be right back.” I walked out the door & down the stairs of the motel while wearing my piss-soaked socks. I walked over to a grassy area, found some areas of open dirt, & shoved my socks into the earth, my urine creating some mud which adhered & caked to my white socks! After rubbing my socks in the dirt ‘til I could see no more white, I returned to the room, where my obedient slave was still lying on the floor, in the same exact place. I again took my position lumbering over the Navy slave, & quickly stuck one of my grubby socks into his mouth. He was fast to open his mouth to receive my muddy, piss saturated treats, & he was even faster in licking & lapping the fuck out of them, going all crazy in his submission to me! He really enjoyed eating dirt off my socks, which made me enjoy it even more, if that was even possible. I don’t always care if one of my slave’s likes doing something; I’m only interested in his desire to "do" it, not if he wants or likes to do it. But this seaman (pun intended) actually loved worshipping the vile concoction of filth on my socks! It almost seemed like he’d performed this degrading, disgusting act daily! He was that into being a piece of shit, scumfuck slave underneath me! It was every place he wanted to be! He didn’t care that I rubbed my gritty socks roughly all over his face, that I blackened his tongue & teeth w/ muddy piss, or that I called him every fucking name in the book. He absorbed every verbal humiliation & physical denigration w/ burning desire & w/ a powerful yearning to please his Master in anything he dictated to the supplicant. I made the slave worship the putrid muck for a long time, jacking my dick crazily, mightily, persistently. My slave was everything a slave should be; duteous to a fault, eager to please in any & every way, so pliable & viable. A true vassal, who loves showing his respect & servitude to a forceful, raunchy, kinky Master & Commander w/ no inhibitions, no shame, no hesitation! Like I said, a true vassal, a real slave, a pig bottom, a filth worshipper… proud to be treated like a worthless, degenerate, fucking scumbag. W/out a modicum of embarrassment to be serving under his temporary God! No matter what fucked up shit his God makes him do. After I came all over my slave’s face & in his mouth, he jacked off to the smell & taste of my gross socks, while I watched from above. He came like a crazy person, pumping & jumping in fits from his violent orgasm, my foot in his mouth almost the entire time. I love watching someone so into my power & rank. That night, after NS had a shower, we slept together, my arm wrapped around his waist, my dick pressed against his smooth, supple, hairless ass, which warmly cradled my dick & absorbed any leftover cum leakage; I usually ooze semen for 30 minutes, give or take, after I orgasm. I slept soundly that night. Knowing the Navy had my front, made me feel a whole lot better. MotD |
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