The Bard Job

You are the leader of a small group of thugs. You and your men have decided to retire for the night at the pub of a small remote town, enjoying food and drinks at the expense of the owners. Your drunken revelry has begun to grow stale, however, and you thirst for a little mischief. You spy the resident bard, and, after a sly exchange with your party, beckon the young man over. You coyly compliment the bard on his skills with the flute and thank him for his performance with some coin, which he guardedly accepts. You then propose to him that there'd be a lot more gold in it for him…only if he were to play the instrument between your legs. The young bard is reluctant at first but is persuaded when reminded how sleepy the town and its business is. He gets on his knees and undoes your belt releasing a riot of laughter from your friends. You are now free to degrade and objectify him as you wish: make him strip naked, order food and audibly drink heartily, converse with your friends, spit on and slap him around, comment on his erection, have him sing a song, whatever - all with his mouth full of your cock. Then, nut on his face. And, because you're a jerk, you not only push some into his mouth with your fingers but also slather it into his nostrils so he has to smell you in the morning. You tell him you're not done yet though, and that he should stay where he is and look up at you. Then, you urinate on him. Get it all over his face, and insist he keeps looking at you. Once you are empty, the wet bard immediately gets up to demand his payment. You erupt into laughter with your hysterical gang, explaining that that shower *was* the "gold" you had promised and he should be grateful you had helped rinse some of the cum off his beard. You even add how much he must've liked it as reference to how hard he was throughout (and still is), before continuing laughing. Livid, the used bard sucker-punches you. More insulted than injured, you get up and threaten him to his face, but he doesn't back down; it's a standoff between two angry men with their dongs out. You are ultimately amused by the young bard's boldness though and instruct one of your goons to hand you a fat coin purse. You begin to hand it over to the bard before "accidentally" dropping it and spilling some of its contents. The bard is forced to relent and kneel down to collect his payment. You signal your men to leave, but tell the bard that that gold was for the entertainment; for that right hook you'll be back to collect payment after-hours. As you exit the pub, you give him one final tip: to clean himself up because "people eat here, for god's sake." You close the door behind you, leaving the humiliated bard heaving and naked in a pool of your stuff and very visibly…erect.