THE WORLD IS MY TOILET AND DWAYNE IS MY WORLD

As they conversed in the back seat of the taxi Luke found his hard on difficult to ignore. With his newfound boldness he glanced ahead at the driver and adjusted his seatbelt so that he could undo his belt again. Dwayne glanced down at him and he could see the flash of worry as he looked around the cab. Really? Here? Luke fished out his half hard cock and grinned, giving it a stroke or two and showing off how it twitched just to show his husband how turned on he was by everything they were doing. He leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I can smell your cunt, you’re so fucking horny right now. You’ve been horny since I used you in the vineyard. How drunk are you?” He’d had maybe a third of the bottle at this point, it was difficult to tell. All he had to go on was how full he felt and that wasn’t a very accurate measurement.

Dwayne’s face flushed as he pressed his legs together, only serving to spur him on. Luke reached over and grabbed his thigh to pull his legs apart and pushed his hand down his husband’s pants. He brushed through the dark bush he loved so much and slid his middle finger through his folds as a pitiful whimper escaped him. “You’re practically soaking~” Luke pulled his hand back to put his dick back in his pants and pulled Dwayne’s leg to open him up further. His hand dipped into the god’s pants again and started to rub the stiffened clit in a circular motion, glancing forward again to check the driver.

Dwayne’s body jerked uncontrollably under the touching. “Did you ever think you’d get so horny from letting someone piss in your mouth? From being someone’s dirty, nasty, beautiful toilet? Does baby love being my toilet?” His hand plunged further into his pants, his finger sliding effortlessly into Dwayne’s pussy. 

“Beloved, fuck..” His voice was breathy and tense, full of embarrassment over his love’s humiliating words and how well his body was responding to it. Luke found the sensitive spongy mound within and rubbed his finger expertly back and forth, in and out, teasing it and adding another finger, feeling him grow slicker and slicker.

“Because I love you being my toilet. I’ve wanted to do this with you for a long time and I’m so happy you’re so fucking hot for it.” Dwayne shook his head in denial but his cunt couldn’t lie, not with the way it squeezed Luke’s fingers when he called him a toilet. He clamped a hand over his mouth to suppress a moan. Even if his pussy didn’t answer for him Luke could feel it in his heart, the piece of Dwayne’s heart that was attached to his own. The god denying it despite evidence to the contrary just made it that much hotter.

The decision now was whether he should let Dwayne cum or keep him in suspense. He knew Dwayne wasn’t a fan of edging, but maybe today with how obedient and submissive he was being…. Luke was enjoying being mean. Of being the one in control of the play and of the orgasms. His fingers slid out and went back to rubbing his clit, taking great pleasure in the sounds and expressions Dwayne was trying to suppress, the way his hips kept bucking into his hand. He slid his fingers through his soaking lips once, twice, three times before grabbing his pussy possessively. One last thrust into his cunt and he pulled his hand back to the sound of a pitiful whine.

“Open up.” Even though there was no promise of wine Dwayne was beginning to automatically obey the command. Luke slid his cunt soaked fingers into his mouth. “Taste how horny you are for this, you nasty cock drunk bitch~” Said with all the love and care in the world. Dwayne closed his eyes and reveled in lathing each finger with his tongue and suckling their lengths.

The trellises the grapes were grown on were as tall as Luke but the vines themselves topped out around chest height. Even fully flushed with leaves as they were now they only provided cover from between his mid thigh and shoulders. It was a pleasant hike, quite a way from the winery itself. The hill was gently sloped and it wasn’t too hot even with the sun bearing down on them. A nice warm breeze flowed down the hill. Luke reached up to touch the leaves as they walked, admiring their shape and texture. Has anyone ever eaten them? What did they taste like? As his mind wandered on the culinary uses of the plant aside from its fruit instead of listening to what the tour guide was saying he felt the sudden pressure on his guts again.

They were nowhere near a bathroom and completely out in the open.

Well, there was one bathroom, and it was conveniently walking next to him. Luke leaned over and grabbed his husband’s belt to give it a little tug. “I’m about to burst. I need my Little John.” He looked up at the god expectantly, curious to see how long it would take for it to click this time.

Dwayne blinked at him before panning the area in search of a non-existent restroom. He flushed once again. “I think it’s going to have to wait, I don’t see a bathroom nearby.”

“I see one.” Dwayne’s flushing was downright adorable as they slipped away from the group once again, aided with the help of a little magic. Once they were a reasonable distance away with at least one row of grapevines between them Luke stopped and began to undo his belt. “Toilet. Now.” He didn’t need to say it, for as soon as Dwayne heard the sounds of his belt jingling he was already getting down on his knees and in position. There was virtually very little cover, they felt so exposed. “Open up.” His face was scarlet with embarrassment as he obeyed, revealing those pearly whites and stainless steel a short distance from Luke’s cock. It felt good to be demanding, it felt even better to watch his husband be so obedient and red faced.

 There was a certain poetry to pissing wine into your lover’s mouth while standing next to the very plants that produced it. This time his stream was harder and faster. The first time was just a little taste, a demonstration, and he hadn’t gone for as long as he would from now on. Luke moaned in relief as the pressure on his bladder began to lessen and this time took note of how different wine felt compared to how he remembered actual urine feeling; it was a little rougher. He missed how good it felt to take a piss.  It was referred to as ‘relieving’, after all.

“Oooh fuck yeah, that’s it. Keep up with me baby, drink it all down. Just sit still and don’t move.” There was a learning curve on Dwayne’s end, but he took to it with an old familiarity. Luke watched how quickly his mouth would fill with wine and he’d attempt to swallow with his mouth open without spilling, until he figured out how to relax his throat and let it all just flow down smoothly. He pulled his foreskin forward and back slowly to see how it altered the flow, not having had a chance in his previous life to do so. Luke looked up from what he was doing and around to keep eyes on where people were, to check if they were being watched. Being so perverted in public was such a thrill, he almost wished they were being watched, another thing that really got his motor running. Being a pervert in public was awesome.

With the coast still clear he looked back down at Dwayne and pushed his hips forward to tap his foreskin covered tip on those soft, succulent lips. Dwayne’s head tilted further back and his tongue gently folded and curved to rest Luke’s leaking cock on. “You’re the most beautiful toilet in the world~” It was subtle, but for a moment Dwayne’s eyes glazed over.

It was yet another gorgeous and sunny day in Umbria in Central Italy. There was a vineyard and winery not terribly far from the hotel that had supplied the wine to their wedding just one year ago, and they had decided to pay another visit under much more relaxed circumstances. Unlike the vintners back in their new homeland these were skilled in producing wines of mythical levels, making them potent enough to intoxicate supernatural and mythical beings that were otherwise unaffected by the more typical mortal offerings. This was the linchpin for his scheme.

The first event and step one of Luke’s nefarious plan was a wine tasting. It was imperative that he know which wine Dwayne liked the most.

This winery was more modern in design. They sat with a group with their wine glasses at a long, curving glass bar with cool underlighting, swirling and sniffing the various bouquets and trying to identify the notes. Oak, smoke, chocolate, citrus. Served alongside the wines were charcuterie meats and cheeses with bread and olive oil, a product the winery also produced from their olive orchard. Predictably Luke liked the sweet wines and not the dry and Dwayne the dry and less so the sweet.

As the tasting was wrapping up Luke stretched his back and looked over at Dwayne. “Which one was your favorite?” He popped a piece of cheese wrapped in thinly sliced meat into his mouth.

“I liked the Montefalco Bianco.” Ah, one of the driest whites they tasted. Of course. The bouquet was fruity with notes of peach, apricot, sweet fruits and nuts, with a full bodied crisp taste.  “Which did you like?”

Luke sighed and looked at the glasses. He wasn’t the polyglot here and the Italian names were difficult for him to recall, and he wasn’t good at remembering multiple new names when presented in this manner already. “I don’t remember what the name was, one of the first ones we started with. A white but it was that straw yellow color. I think it was called the…Trebbiano? There were two I think, but I liked the first one more. It was easier to drink.”

“The Trebbiano Spoletino, the one aged in stainless steel instead of an amphorae.” Dwayne was so smart and good at retaining non-English words.

“Sure, yeah, that one.” Dwayne’s nose wrinkled slightly. “Too sweet for me, but it makes sense that you like it.” Luke stood from the bar stool to get a better stretch. “Hey, I’ll be back. I’ll meet you at the tour.” Dwayne nodded and helped himself to the rest of the charcuterie as he slipped away to go purchase a bottle of that wine. Montefalco Bianco, Montefalco Bianco….

Once purchased he sneaked into a bathroom, uncorked it, and tipped his head back. Instead of filling his stomach and getting instantly three sheets to the wind, a new secondary stomach or bladder of sorts formed in his abdomen that the wine began to fill. His eyes scrunched as he bared with the bitter, dry fluid. It felt like it took ages for the thing to finally empty and he gave a laborious exhale, wiping whatever was left on his lips off with the back of his hand. It wasn’t the most pleasant thing, but it was going to be worth it. The aftertaste was nice at least.

Luke looked down at himself. Yup, that was a certified true to form beer gut, or in this case wine gut. It sat heavy inside him and the liquid sloshed uncomfortably when he moved, but that was part of the point. He didn’t need the majority of the organs inside him anymore, including a normal bladder, so he had to get creative in order to recreate the proper sensation of needing to pee. Once he was satisfied he left the bathroom and surreptitiously disposed of the wine bottle. The only times he’d ever been this full of liquid, if you could call it that, were times when Dwayne had overstuffed him with cum. The only differences were that his current wine gut was still smaller than those times and that typically after that Luke wasn’t going anywhere for a good long while, or else it would probably have felt similar.

He caught up to Dwayne just before the tour was about to start. He placed his hand on his stomach as if that would help steady him as he walked a little slower and more intentionally than usual. When Dwayne spotted him his head cocked to the side curiously moments before clocking the bulging belly and how his shirt didn’t fit the same as it had when he saw him mere minutes ago. Luke could see a lightbulb click in his husband’s head, but whether or not he correctly assessed the situation he didn’t know.

They joined the decent sized group, several of the other tourists had been at the tasting. The tour began and Luke exhaled. How long he was going to be able to go into the tour before….

Before Dwayne groped his belly. Not that long as it turned out. It was probably for the best, honestly. Luke paused at the groping and made a noise of restraint, meanwhile Dwayne’s brows furrowed. Something odd was going on, those weren’t eggs in there like he’d thought….

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Luke stated.

“...what?” Did Dwayne hear that right? The bathroom? Neither of them made waste anymore, they had no need for that. Was something wrong?

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Luke repeated as he nodded his head in the direction of the nearest bathroom. “Now.” He grabbed Dwayne’s hand and tugged him cluelessly along. Once they reached the door to the men’s room he looked around to scope if they were being watched. He pulled his husband into the bathroom and into a stall, locking it behind. The wine shifted uncomfortably inside him with the quick movements but he managed to hold it in even as the pressure was beginning to build. 

He looked at the toilet as his heart pounded in his chest. Dwayne was too tall for that to work. The stall itself was a fairly decent size but still slightly cramped with the god inside and Luke. He looked up at his husband. “On your knees baby.” The command was polite yet firm in a tone that conveyed he expected his instruction to be followed. To his surprise Dwayne did as told and carefully got down on his knees in front of Luke as he began to undo his belt and pants. He couldn’t believe he was finally doing this, this was so exciting! 

“I’m so full I’m going to need a walking toilet by my side today.” His chubby yet still flaccid cock came flopping out of his pants. In his previous life he’d been a grower not a show-er and he continued to have that preference, only measuring a few inches while soft as he currently was. The most notable change from then was that now he enjoyed having foreskin. Luke lifted his shirt to expose his swollen belly and the happiest of happy trails leading down to the bush poking out of the top of his pants; he was not wearing any underwear.

Instantly Dwayne’s sharp, pale blue eyes focused on his body and Luke just knew he was already beginning to salivate. His cock throbbed in his hand. “Open your mouth.”

Obediently and without question Dwayne opened his mouth. It was fun to see by the expression on his face that he still didn’t really get what was going to happen. “Good boy. Now drink up.” Luke relaxed his muscles and soon the wine began to flow. He hadn’t taken a piss in years but his aim was true as he watched the stream hit his lover’s tongue. The smell hit him first, fruity with hints of peach and apricot, but the liquid hit faster than his brain could process what was happening. Dwayne sputtered in shock at the new yet familiar taste, wine dribbling down his beard. Swiftly Luke stopped, snatched him by the hair and leaned down. “I said drink it.” He hissed in his ear. “Don’t waste it.”

It was as if a switch was flipped. Dwayne extended his studded tongue and guzzled every drop offered once the stream resumed. This was just a taste, a little demonstration of what Luke had planned in store for the rest of the day so there wasn’t much he was willing to give. With an enthusiasm Luke hadn’t expected Dwayne pushed him by the thighs, Luke grunting as his back slammed against the stall. Before he could react Dwayne had already helped himself to his cock, eliciting a moan from Luke before he could think to keep it inside as his husband licked the tip of any remnants before taking him into his mouth fully and sucking. 

“Fuck baby!” His grip on Dwayne’s hair tightened but he did nothing to try and stop him. That mouth was utterly divine and nearly impossible to resist, not to mention he loved the way it felt to grow and harden to his full length in that sweet mouth. The god was making quick work of him and he was not being quiet about it. Dwayne’s moans and the loud sucking and slurping as his head bobbed echoed off the walls of the stall. Suddenly the door creaked open. His grip tightened on Dwayne’s long black and silver streaked hair. “You’re being noisy.” He warned in a hushed tone.

Pale blue eyes flicked up to look at Luke when he spoke and watched as he started to bob his head faster. Either he didn’t hear the door or he didn’t care, and Luke wasn’t too pressed about it either way. His breathing was beginning to quicken as he tried to listen for footsteps; he hadn’t heard the door close. The thought of someone standing just on the other side, waiting, listening to him getting his dick wet turned him on even more. Were they caught? With Dwayne’s mouth and ornamented tongue masterfully working him over while he thought of some random voyeur jacking it to them he was done for. He grabbed Dwayne’s head with both hands and shoved him all the way down onto his cock as he came down his throat. Nuzzling into his bush was a nice touch as Luke rocked his hips and moaned. The god didn’t need to breathe, he could stay lodged in there like this for as long as he wanted.

Panting softly he loosened his hold on Dwayne’s head and let him come up enough to drip the last of his cum onto his tongue. He pulled his lover’s head back to lift his face so he could rub the head of his cock along those soft swollen lips. With his cum visible on the man’s tongue as it snaked out to lick for the last of his seed, shiny piercing glinting in the light, he was a vision of beauty. ‘I should have cum on that pretty face.’

The door opened again and this time he did hear footsteps, then the sound of running water as a sink was turned on. It must not make a sound when it closes. Was the first person still there or had they left? His heart was racing. “I’m going to be the only thing you drink for the rest of the day. Understood? You’re going to be my good little- Little John!” The name came to him suddenly. What a beautiful coincidence. John already being a slang word for toilet and Little John being a character of tall stature with an ironic name, who was the right hand man of a legendary bandit king of the forest. Synchronicity. Luke was so proud of this connection his brain had made.