Dillon knew this was punishment for his misdeeds. He had grown up always hating fags, felt that all fags deserved to die, and when he came across some he was sure to put them in their place. One night he and his friends took it too far though. He had followed a fag out into an alley, and after beating him close to death, thought it was funny to piss into the guy’s open mouth.
The next day he faced the consequences. He awoke to a thirst
that wouldn’t go away. It took him a while to realize what he was really
thirsting for, but when he did, he was disgusted with himself. His body wanted
him to drink piss.
He tried to deny the thirst, tried to pretend it wasn’t
there, but it was useless. It wasn’t long before he found himself drinking piss
out of a toilet in the men’s restroom at a local gas station. And then he found
himself on his knees, drinking piss straight from its source.
The thirst never truly goes away. It’s like an addiction,
and he’s like an addict now, always looking for the next guy who will willingly
piss into his mouth.
