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How to Train Your Toilet

Part 5 - The Hotel

Part 1 - The Winery Part 2 - The Vineyard Part 3 - The Taxi Part 4 - The Club

CW: Piss kink(it's alcohol), intox, cnc

The trip back to the hotel was a bit of a doozy. Dwayne was more drunk than he’d actually intended to get him at this point, thinking the wine would hit after they were already back in the suite, but even with all of the stumbling and fumbling into another taxi,with Dwayne attempting to make a move on him and get Luke to touch him like in the last cab ride, they made it without incident.

Luke managed to half carry Dwayne up to their suite. Several of the staff looked concerned and offered to help but he assured them everything was fine and he had it under control. Once they made it to the room he walked his husband over to the bed and plopped him down. “I hope I didn’t get you too drunk and now you’re sleepy, because I still have so much more planned. There’s so much I want to do to you still, and I don’t want you falling asleep on me!” Honestly that was just the risk of this kind of play. There was a very good chance that once Dwayne was horizontal he’d be out like a light. “Well,” he mused. “At least not right away. I do expect you to pass out at some point. That’s one of the reasons for all this, isn’t it?”

He looked at Dwayne and caressed his cheek. As he looked into those glazed over eyes looking up at him as he tried to mumble something he was overcome with such love for him. “Oh, my love, my heart, my moon.” He straddled his husband’s lap and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Normally he wasn’t one for making out unless he was drunk, but he wanted to indulge the love of his life. “Don’t go changing your beautiful cunt now just because I’m in your lap.” He kisses him and allows Dwayne to take the lead. It’s sloppy and the god’s breath is heavy, things that normally he’d be unable to not focus on while it’s happening, so it came as a surprise to Luke when their kiss deepened and he actually found it pleasurable. How queer.

As they make out Luke feels his arousal begin to return, another odd thing for him in this circumstance. Dwayne’s drunken moaning into his mouth and clumsy hands holding and gripping and running over his body excite him. He doesn’t know how long they make out but at one point stability is lost and they fall backwards onto the bed. Luke finally pulls back with a breath and licks his lips. It’s a pity there’s a chance Dwayne won’t remember that, and none of the cameras Luke planned to set up were running to catch it.

This is exactly where he wants him though. It’s almost a Herculean effort to get Dwayne’s clothes off, Dwayne’s attempts to help only made it more difficult, and when it’s finally managed the clothes are tossed unceremoniously onto the floor. Luke walks away, leaving this lover to writhe on the bed in a drowsy drunken attempt to get up and follow. When he returns it’s with thin light blue ropes in his hands, made of surprisingly strong spider silk that he produced himself. It had taken forever.

Luke begins, with great effort, to position and tie Dwayne up. “Work with me here Cariad.” He asks and receives slurred mumbling in response. Eventually he manages to get his wrists tied to the bed posts and Dwayne’s trunk folded with his backside raised to the perfect height and degree. He’s careful with the god’s knee, making sure his newly recovered one stays restrained but more relaxed and unbent. He’d been hard enough on that knee already today. The hardest rope pattern to tie was the chest harness, he should have done that one first. Dwayne may be in a mostly masculine frame but he’d always had a larger and more sensitive chest, and Luke wanted them to squeeze through the ropes as best as he could manage.

“How are you feeling?” Luke asked as he checked over the ties and lovingly ran his hands through the chest and body hair that got him going so easily. Dwayne blinks repeatedly at him, and it becomes clear that the adrenaline of the setting is waging war on the alcohol trying to sedate his nervous system. Jerkily he pulls at his bindings, softly moaning at how the silk ropes dig into his skin. Dwayne’s musky scent spreads like wildfire in the room, just like his legs were spread on display, and his naked pussy glistens with wetness.

Luke looks his lover up and down and is satisfied, taking a good long moment to stare wantonly at his juicy cunt. ‘Should have done a crotch rope tie,’ he thinks. He leaves Dwayne on the bed and goes to the closet where he’s stashed camera equipment and begins to place them around the bed in order to catch various angles, hoping to edit them into a cohesive video at some point as one last first anniversary gift to them both. He places one on either side of the bed at the desired height, on near Dwayne’s head facing where Luke would be, one to give an over the shoulder view from behind Luke at the foot of the bed, and a small GoPro that he knows looks goofy strapped to his head so that his POV would be recorded and his hands would remain free. The staging takes a while but it will be worth it.

When he returns to the bed he’s pleased to see Dwayne is still awake and responsive, if sluggish. “Just about ready, my love. I just need one last thing.” He flicks one of his husband’s nipple piercings before going to the side table where two bottles of mid range whisky and a remote sit. Whisky is not his drink, but he knows it’s one of Dwayne’s favorites and preferred ones.After a day of nothing to drink but wine it would be a good change of pace, and one Luke won’t feel bad about abusing.

He opens the first bottle and takes a breath, considers for a moment to remove his own tastebuds, and knocks it back to try and chug it as fast as possible. It burns as it goes down and he squints his eyes tight. The taste isn’t as bad as he expected, but it fills his alcohol bladder just the same and that’s what matters. He steels himself before downing the second bottle and has to stand there for a minute to let everything settle and get over the taste. Dwayne might not appreciate the whisky, being as far gone as he was, but it was the principle of the thing.

With that done he shakes his head and picks up the remote. With the click of a button all the camera’s lights turn red as they begin to record simultaneously, a handy trick he’d learned. For the last time this night Luke unbuckles his belt and reveals his half hard cock. A feeling of deep overwhelming love comes over him as he looks down at Dwayne in one of the most vulnerable and exposed positions he’s ever seen him in. He knows he needs to follow and honor that spark. Tapping the remote with a finger in thought he goes to a table with a tapered candle and brings it back to the bedside next to the empty bottles of whisky.

”This wasn’t originally part of my plan, but I’ve been struck by Awen.” He causes a small flame to appear at the tip of his finger and uses it to light the candle. He takes a moment to center himself before intoning. “All that I’m about to do, I do out of overwhelming love. Love for my spouse, my god, my world. I do this as an offering to you, Dwayne Masters, Heart Weaver, Fy Nghariad.” As he speaks the candle flame begins to burn bright blue as his spontaneous ritual begins.

“With all of the love in my heart and soul, I will violate your body.” He nearly growls as he presses his cock to Dwayne’s breast and rubs the head on his pierced nipple. “I will worship you in a language we now both intimately understand. A language of love, and sex. I will use your body for my own pleasure, and in so doing pleasure you. This, I vow.”

With the sudden formality over he returns his cock to Dwayne’s lips with a cheery tone. “And now my fun begins~ I have something special for you Cariad. This time you can be as messy and sloppy as you want. Open up.” As soon as the god’s mouth opens he releases a stream into him. The whisky burns as it flows through his penis, but it curiously feels good, unlike in his throat. The unexpected pleasure draws out a small moan as the sheets are instantly wet with alcohol as it falls out of the side of Dwayne’s open mouth. Dwayne, for his part, seemed somewhat reinvigorated at the substance once he realized what it was. Luke chuckled. “Oh you like that don’t you? The burn in your throat?” He thrusts his cock into his mouth and watches as he chokes on both cock and whisky.

He runs a hand through Dwayne’s hair and caresses his cheek. “You did so good today not spilling, but no matter how much you try someone is always pissing on the seat.” As he says this he pulls back out and pisses directly on his husband’s face, directly on his newly healed facial scar.

“I think some toilets like that though. Don’t you?” Luke slowly waves his cock around so the stream goes all across his face. It’s cute watching him try to move so it goes back into his mouth. He reaches up and rubs circles on Dwayne’s stiff yet slick clit before sinking his fingers into his cunt. “Still so wet~ You really love this. You’re making the whole room smell like pussy.” The stream stops and he pushes his cock back into Dwayne’s mouth. He moans as Dwayne’s tongue works him over while his fingers thrust slowly in and out. Now he doesn’t mind if the god cums; it won’t be the only time and besides, he’s earned an orgasm after all he’s been through today.

Luke’s view is split between watching him get sucked off and watching him finger fuck his husband, the wet slopping sounds of both filling the room. Dwayne’s moans begin to get more emphatic and erratic, his body twitching and hips flailing in his restraints as his orgasm nears. “That’s it baby, cum for me.”

He slams his hardened cock down Dwayne’s throat and ruts a series of short thrusts, knowing how much of an erogenous zone it is for him. With a mouthful of dick Dwayne’s cries are muffled as he cums, Luke’s hand suddenly drenched in opalescent fluids that drip down onto the god’s restrained body. He pulls out of his mouth as his thumb rubs slow circles on his clit, rubbing his tip on his panting lips. “Did that feel good?” He doesn’t expect an answer, just takes his hand covered in Dwayne’s juices and once more forces them in his mouth. “That’s what being a toilet does to you.”

Luke steps back and finally strips down to nothing, tossing his clothes in a pile next to Dwayne’s. He walks to the end of the bed and leans in between those open legs, pussy plump and soaked on full slutty display, and dives right in. He licks through the folds and sucks them into his mouth, moving up to lick and suck on his clitoris. He drags his tongue along and plunges it into his depths, changing the shape to have a more flat surface area as he thrusts it deeper and deeper. Dwayne’s cries are sweet music to his ears as he tries to thrash in pleasure, but the hands firmly gripping his hips keep him in place. He feels another orgasm quickly approaching with the way the god’s body trembles and braces for more waterworks.

With one more orgasm down he pulls back and rubs his pussy with his hand before standing up on the bed. With cock in hand he slaps it wetly against Dwayne’s pussy, the head tapping against his clit before rubbing it through his folds. “You know, toilets don’t only have one hole. There’s the bowl, and there’s also a tank. You’re not supposed to pee in the tank, but, well.” Sliding his cock back he relaxes and begins to piss whisky on his cunt. With his folded and raised position the alcohol flows directly onto his mouth and face. “They say we’re not supposed to fuck assholes, either.” He groans as he watches the flow, revels in it splashing his love as he tries to catch it in his mouth.

The shape of his cock begins to change, gaining a significant amount of girth and length while the head flattens and a ring forms in the middle, taking on a horselike appearance. “Don’t want any leaking out, now do we?” He sinks his cock into his husband’s cunt with a low groan, watching the stream briefly pool and then disappear into his innermost depths. It’s such a different feeling from pissing in his throat that he gets lost in it for a few seconds, his body shivering again.

“Oh you were made to be my toilet.” Luke moans out as he slowly sinks deeper and deeper, sinking up to the ring and feeling Dwayne clench and squirm around him. “I’ve fantasized about this for so long…mmmm…fuck baby.” He wonders if the flared head of his penis would actually do anything to prevent leaking. Slowly he pulls back and forth, slowly fucking his cunt as he continues to fill it with alcohol. Soon it does begin to leak and drip back down onto Dwayne’s alcohol drenched face. “I guess that really isn’t meant to be pissed in~”

He doesn’t stop. He moans and grabs Dwayne’s thighs as he thrusts faster and deeper, but his pace is limited by this position. He wants Dwayne’s face to stay in his view but it just isn’t possible. Luke stops the stream and pulls out with an annoyed grunt, slapping his cunt as he moves away. He goes back to the god’s side and waves his cock in his lover’s face before pressing it against him. “Give me a kiss.” His flare is too wide to fit in Dwayne’s mouth now but it doesn’t stop him from trying as he presses what he can in.

He gets back up on the bed and stands straddling over Dwayne. ‘This will be a great view for him.’ Luke thinks as he starts to piss again with another low moan, letting his cock dangle before waving it up and down to stream whisky along the god’s abdomen before shoving it back into that dripping, begging cunt. “Oh yeah, oh this is so much better.” With his hands firmly gripping Dwayne’s hips he begins to mercilessly pound into him. Luke’s head rolls back as he moans loudly, whisky pouring from Dwayne’s cunt with every thrust, his drenched balls slapping against Dwayne’s clit. It’s messy and it’s noisy and it’s everything Luke has been dreaming about.

He runs out of whisky long before he’s reached an orgasm. Finally his breathing and his thrusting begin to get erratic and as he slams their bodies together once more he cums hard, thick ropes of cum filling Dwayne’s cunt. His hips roll and grind as he moans. “Oh fuck baby, that was…incredible.” He says as he pants through his orgasm. He rests inside him for several long moments, enjoying the feeling of his cock throbbing while it’s being milked for all it has. There’s a soft yet satisfying pop as his flared head pulls out followed immediately by one last splash of mixed fluids- his cum, Dwayne’s glittering juices, and whisky all mixed and leaking from the brutalized pussy. He looks down to see Dwayne barely clinging to consciousness.

Luke coos as he steps off the bed and brushes Dwayne’s whisky and pussy juice soaked hair. “We have a long night together baby, and you’ve done an outstanding job as my Little John. I’ll keep taking care of you.” He petted the god’s soaked body hair as he admired how he looked tied up in ropes. It was giving him ideas for future fun. His fingers brushed a nipple and he groped Dwayne’s breast before tweaking the piercing. The moan was so soft and exhausted sounding that he could barely hear it. “You know, this is one of my favorites of your forms. I love a man with a juicy cunt.”

Dwayne’s eyes looked glazed over until they fluttered shut. There was no way he was going to be awake for anything else after this. Luke hummed and slowly pet his pussy as they rested momentarily. Everything according to plan. The candle flame was still blue, his ritual wasn’t finished, and Dwayne didn’t need to be awake for the rest of it anyway.

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