Mindfucked into Desperation: Part 4 (Imagining our Meeting)

After talking with the Alpha for so long, getting better acquainted through FaceTime calls and becoming so desperate for him, I finally had my wish come true. I traveled to his home town and he let me meet and serve him in person. The following are not true events, but how I imagine they might unfold in the most fun scenario.

I arrived at a cruising bar in the gayborhood on Friday at 7pm, as instructed. It was warm and cosy inside, with a mixed crowd of guys in leather and guys in suits and ties, coming straight from work. No one was naked, so I'm glad the Alpha didn't require me to strip (completely). Unfortunately though it was not so far off. I had to change into especially short pink gym shorts and my tank top that has the Greek letter beta printed on it. I left my clothes at the coat check and then went to look for the Alpha.

I found him standing with a glass of beer, talking to a few guys, a mix of leather guys and others in formal attire. We made eye-contact and he motioned for me to approach him. This was going to be an embarrassing CMNM scene (clothed man - naked man), as I was completely under-dressed compared to these men. In addition, they were mostly much taller than me.

"Hello Sir," I said as I approached him. I nodded at the other guys.

"Hello faggot," he said, establishing the hierarchy right away in front of everyone.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Sir," I said.

"It's nice to meet you too, fag, but aren't you forgetting something?" he asked.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Sir," I replied.

He rolled his eyes at me. "I was hoping I wouldn't need to remind you protocol, now that you're faggotized."

I automatically dropped down to my knees and kissed the top of his boots. "It's an honor to meet you, Sir," I said.

"That's better," he said and patted my head. He attached a thick collar to my neck and patted my head again. "Stay down there," he instructed and he resumed his conversation with his buddies. Maybe it was just a few minutes, but I felt like I was down there forever, completely ignored by these guys.

Then he attached a leash to my collar and handed it to one of his friends. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. Can you watch over him while I'm gone?" he asked.

"Sure," his tall friend said, patting my head and pulling on my leash. I came closer to his leg.

The Alpha walked away with his now empty glass. He came back after a couple of minutes with a full glass and a clean empty bowl. He set it on the floor in front of me and then emptied his glass into it. "This is for you, fag," he said.

That was humiliating. I'm not even into pup play, but I played along. I licked from the bowl, but it wasn't cold beer. It was warm piss. Still, I continued to drink, though drinking from the bowl got my chin completely wet with piss. The Alpha patted my head and said something to his buddies about me being so desperate for him. I didn't hear much from down there under the bustle of the bar.

It took me a while, but finally I emptied the bowl. "Good boy!" the Alpha said, patting my head again. He took a piece of cloth out of his pocket and wiped my face off. I was grateful for that. But also further degraded. Not just because I was treated like a baby. That piece of cloth was underwear. When he was done, he tossed the underwear into the bowl. Then he detached the leash from my collar and gave me new orders. "Give the bowl back to the bartender. You can wander around and come back in fifteen minutes."

"Yes Sir," I said, and headed off to the bar. I handed the bowl to the bartender, a muscular shirtless Latino.

"Thanks baby," he said and smiled. Then he handed me a cold full glass and said: "this one's from me, on the house," and he winked at me.

Surprised, I took the cold glass from him. I sipped and he grinned at me from ear to ear. That was piss too, just refrigerated!

"How do you like it?" he asked.

It actually tasted good, sweeter than most piss loads. Or maybe the refrigeration helped. I continued drinking and became focused on his abs, his beautiful pecs and nipples and his huge biceps. As if taunting me, he raised his arm behind his head, revealing his large armpit, and I finally snapped out of my daze and looked at his face.

He smiled and spoke again: "Do you like my piss, fag?"

"Yes Sir," I said, enthusiastically, as I continued to drink.

"I bet you do, faggot," he said. "Why don't you come get it straight from the tap," he said, pressing his hand against his crotch to show me his bulge.

"Yes Sir," I said, and walked over behind the bar.

"On your knees, fag," he said and I immediately got down. He opened his fly and revealed a thick cock. I opened my mouth and he pushed it in. The piss came right away, but in a moderate pace. He wanted me to drink it all. Slowly but surely, I took it all, a good amount but not too much. He took his dick out of my mouth and patted my head.

I said thanks and stood up. I finished the rest of my glass and then went to the bathroom to take a piss myself. I had to find a stall to crouch while pissing, because I was locked in chastity and I would have made too much of a mess if I'd done it standing at a urinal. When I finished and opened the stall's door to leave, I saw the Alpha finishing up at the urinals.

As he noticed me, he zipped up and walked over. He pushed me back into the stall and turned me around. He shoved a hand into the back of my shorts and fingered me. He knew I had douched as he had ordered me. He then unzipped his pants again and shoved my shorts and underwear down. He teased my hole with his dick, pushing against it. I moaned quietly as his teasing became more persistent.

"Do you need a condom, Sir?" I asked.

"That's alright, faggot, you're already condomized," he said.

"Condomized?" I asked.

"Yes fag, remember what the hypnotist told you about being condomized?" he asked, as he applied lube to his dick and my hole.

"Oh, yes Sir," I said, between moans, as he pressed harder against my hole. "He said I would realize that my hole is protected when you tell me I'm condomized and that I'm ready to get fucked," I said.

"That's right, faggot," he said as he slid his dick into my hole.

It felt so good. I relished that feeling inside my hole. I've been waiting to take his dick for so long. He pushed in and out and I could feel his dick growing thicker and harder. He fucked deeper and harder. I loved it! I loved being fucked by him. He's an athletic guy. Not muscular but in nice shape, nevermind that what mattered was that he's been fucking my mind for so long now. He pounded three more times into my hole and finally came to a stop. I felt pressure building up inside my ass and then he pulled out.

Then he turned me around to face him. "Now you're officially faggotized!" he said.

I immediately got down on my knees and I took his dick into my mouth. I sucked it like a lollipop, licking it and tasting his cum. He held my head with his two hands and I realized that he was pissing into my mouth. I did my best to swallow all of it, but he wasn't trying to pace himself and a little of it spilled onto my shirt. I rushed to get his dick fully inserted back into my mouth and to swallow everything I could, choking a little bit.

He chuckled, but didn't stop until a few seconds later. "What a desperate faggot you are!" he said, as he pulled out and pounded his wet dick against my face a few times. "Such a pathetic little fag!"