He enjoyed every moment of Drake’s fingers in his mouth, when suddenly he felt a strange sensation of nausea wash over him. His stomach gurgled and he felt a wave of gas coming. *Oh god* he though, *This is going to be embarrassing.* as he moved to suckle on Drake’s thumb next.
Little did he know, what was going to happen next was much worse than a simple fart. As he permitted it to escape, trying his best to minimize noise, he felt the warm sensation of shit pile in his pants. He spat out Drake’s fingers almost immediately. “I’m sorry, so-so sorry, I need to go to the restroom for a moment…”
But Drake was still smiling as if nothing was wrong. He grabbed Alex by the arm, holding him in place. “Hold on now baby, you look tired.” Alex tried to protest, but Drake shoved his fingers back into his mouth before he could say a thing. The sensual sensation of being used like this was too much for him, and he cummed in his soiled pants without even touching his dick.
Immediately following the burst of cum, he felt another sensation as a torrent of piss was released as well, forming a wet stain on his jeans as he shed a flurry of tears in Drake's lap. He was so embarrassed he could barely move.
“Awe,” Drake’s deep voice resonated above the noise and bustle of the party, “Did you have an accident?” He picked Alex up with ease and set him gently on the bar counter, before beginning to strip off his clothes.
First he took off his shoes and socks, massaging his feet as he moved to remove his jeans. Alex tried to protest, but as he unbuttoned his jeans, another spurt of piss interrupted any attempts at civility. The stench of shit was powerful as Drake removed Alex’s pants, revealing his soaked and soiled boxers.
Drake then took out a pocket knife and quickly cut right down the middle, to save time taking off the boxers. Without warning, he bent over the counter and kidnapped Alex’s piss-soaked dick in his mouth and began to suck. The sensation was immensely powerful for Alex, causing him to heave and contort on the countertop as Drake’s tongue did unmentionable things.
When Alex finally cummed, he startled upright to find himself on top of a clean diaper, evidently set there by the bar crew. His voice cracked as he protested: “I-I’m not, I-I- don’t know what to-”
Drake interrupted him as he pulled up the diaper and fastened it around Alex’s waist, “Hush, baby, you’re in good hands.”