My new roommate, Rick, he seemed like an alright guy, but he’s just a bit dirty, and I swear he doesn’t take showers, but he says he does. Me, well, I like being a clean guy, and it kind of bugs me that he always stinks. And then the unimaginable happened–it was the middle of summer, the hottest part of the year, and the shower broke. Even worse, the landlord was on vacation, so we were going to be without it for at least a week.

After three days, Rick and I were both sweaty and stinking, him even worse than usual, and I told him how much I wanted a shower, and he said, “Well, I can always give you one of my special showers,” he said, and gave me a smirk.

I was sitting on the couch, both of us in my underwear, and I didn’t know what he was talking about. Still, before I could respond, he was standing in front of me, whipped out his cock, and started pissing on me right there in the living room.

For a moment, I was just shocked, feeling his piss splattering against my chest, but before I could get up and tell him off, the aroma hit my nose, and my whole head just went fuzzy, my body limp, and all I could do was smell Rick’s piss on me. Distantly, I could hear him talking to me, and I know I was agreeing with him a lot, and when I finally came back to myself, I was alone on the couch.

I knew I should clean myself up, but instead I just sucked the drying piss from my shirt and jacked off, moaning the whole time, and then went into the bathroom, laid down in the tub, and pissed all over myself, before jacking off again. Needless to say, Master Rick has given me a whole lot of special showers since then, and even though I always blank out afterwards, I don’t mind it anymore. We never did get the shower fixed either, but why would we? A boy should smell like his Master’s piss anyway–I am his property after all, and I do love giving Master Rick a long tongue bath–in fact, he’s due for one now, I think.