At the start of covid my boyfriend lost his job and it basically ended his hard-earned career. He’s been demoralized ever since and has resorted to working at a dying retail franchise. He also became pathetically dependant on weed. As a result, our relationship became very strained and while he suffered in his debilitating state I manipulated him into indulging a gross fetish of mine– pee drinking. That is– me straddling his face and emptying my bladder into his mouth while he chugs it like a frat bro shotgunning a beer. To give you an idea of how fucked up I am– he asked me to ration his weed for him so he wouldn’t go ‘overboard’, and I turned it into a reward for guzzling my piss. I’ve got him trained to swallow all of it without spilling a drop.
Every other aspect of our relationship has basically died at this point. I think he’s a disgusting slug and relish every moment I get to sit on his stupid face and piss down his throat. He’s my 24/7 urinal. There’s probably some serious health issues with drinking the amount of piss he does, but I honestly couldn’t care less. He now lives in my basement and I call him up whenever I feel the urge, then give him his weed and dismiss him. This is real. I’m such an evil b****.
