[So, a lot of you are probably gonna be asking why I decided to make a sequel to the story I said I wasn't gonna make a sequel for. The answer is: I'm $10 richer now]
[In all seriousness, I really didn't want to write this. Somehow he figured out who I was, and he paid me $10 saying "if you make a sequel to the story you wrote while half asleep, I'll keep this secret quiet"]
[Bit of a different approach, by that I mean this is an entirely different approach. Different tone, different kinks, just generally not my style. Still written by me, but the person telling the story doesn't have the same personality, so to speak.]
[I can't stress this enough; don't hate me for writing this. Hate the person who paid me to write this]
[I'll take feedback on this, I guess]
[Finally, no. My birthday isn't actually on the 6th of November. That'll make sense if you start reading]
[I offer you one final warning. This was made out of a request. I did not choose the topic or characters. If you agree to the terms and conditions then proceed. Otherwise, run as far in the other direction as your little legs will carry you.]

So, apparently a gift can be an action now. Or rather, a series of actions. A series of...mouth...oriented actions. A series of-fine, I'll stop delaying and tell you what happened earlier today.
I had woken up underground, in one of the crashed subways, with a headache from last night. What caused it, I didn't remember. Not that I had a lot of time to think about it, since a bright-yellow light forced me up. It took me a minute to realize what it was; not a lamp, a streetlight, or one of those obnoxious signs. A Margwa was leaning over me, his middle head smiling while the other two snapped open and shut in a weird rhythm. "Good morning master!" he said in a strangely pleased way. I, obviously, responded with: "What the f#&% are you talking about? If anything, it should be the other way around...Right?" All three of his heads opened in excitement; "On most other days, yes. But today is special! You've forgotten, haven't you?"    "Apparently, what's the date?"    "Sixth of November!" Right then it clicked. My birthday, I thought to myself, but why the "master" nickname? My question was answered no less than 5 seconds later. "Today's the day you can do whatever you want with me. You ask, i'll obey." I froze. "What..."I asked, frightened by what he had said, "What exactly are you getting at?" He stepped back, allowing me to get up, chuckled to himself, then asked, "Would you like me to show you?". I didn't have time to process that question before he had me pinned to the wall normally blocking those swords that people like to use.
Almost as quickly as that, he reached one of his, like, 50 tentacles down to my crotch area. To my knowledge, he'd never even seen my shaft, so how he managed to find it so quickly was somewhat disturbing and uncomforting. He looked at me, like a servant awaiting an order. "Now...where would you like me to go?" I stood there for a minute, waiting for my brain to catch up to where I was. My heartrate accelerated, I could feel it in my head as I said to him, "You said you'd do anything I asked you to, right? And you won't judge me for what I tell you to do, right?" He nodded, "For all of today, that applies." Then he repeated his question, this time more sympathetically than when he asked it the first time. "Just start with a handjob, I guess."
He looked at me, then moved to my right so he could use what I assume was his dominant... tentacle? He spent a little bit trying to figure out how to grip my shaft, which was still soft. He eventually found the spot, and got to work. He started out slow, trying to get me up. It probably took me longer than he expected, but after about a minute of constant stroking, I was up. My back involuntarily straightened at the time this happened. The Margwa noticed this, and wrapped one of his tentacles around it to help it relax. After he had that figured out, he picked up his pace. His tentacle started making squishing sounds against my, now slimy, member. He must have felt me tense up, because almost as soon as I did he sped up once more. This feeling I knew all too well, since I tended to be doing this myself. He put more and more effort into his strokes, getting faster and faster until-
I sharply exhaled as I heard my sperm splatter onto the floor and the low-hanging ceiling above me. One spurt came out, landed on the ceiling. The next went forward, landing on the floor just infront of the subway I had woken up in. The third shot up onto the ceiling, and on and on for about 4 or 5 more. After I was done, I sunk down to the floor, panting like I had just run a marathon. The Margwa, eager for more, said with a smile: "Don't have all the fun on your first round master, we still have all day!" I tried to stand up, but was still out of breath from that whole experience. Holy...god! That felt amazing! If i'm going to be getting this treatment all day, this will be the best day of my life! But first, go pee. You've been holding it for days. I mustered the energy to stand up, then said, "Before we start round two, i've got some business to take care of." He looked at me, confused. "You know...'business'." I started walking away as it clicked in his mind, but I would immediately wish it didn't. His first question was, "Can I watch, master? Or, maybe even have a drink?"               My heart stopped. Okay. This is getting weird. I can't do that, i've never pissed in front of anyone in my life, let alone have someone drink it. What am I gonna do? I can't say no, he'll be crushed. "Um...that might be complicated. You see, I usually 'go' alone." I said trying to make an excuse to be alone. "That's ok, i'll help you!" Good lord, kill me now. Well, what's the worst that can happen? "Alright, we'll see how it works out. Come with me, we need to find somewhere nobody will disturb us." 
About 10 minutes later we found ourselves in an alleyway far enough removed from the main area of Morg City where I hoped nobody would hear us. I reached down to my shaft, and aimed it at the brick wall. "Could you, umm..." I spun my left tentacle around in a way I would hope he would read as "turn around", but apparently he didn't get the message. "Could you...turn around until I get this going?" He nodded his head, and turned around. He even started whistling, which I thanked him for later. Come on, get it over with. If you stand here too long, he'll start being concerned and come over to see what's wrong. Just get it over with! Close your eyes, and relax. Let it out. Let him has his fun, then reward yourself with the thing you've been waiting for your whole-finally. I backed away from the wall slightly, only to try and not have my own urine splash all over me. My focus was mainly on what I was doing, but I heard the Margwa come over and kneel down into my peripheral vision. I shifted my focus from my release to his eager mouth. I sighed, before saying, "Whenever you're ready, you can start drinking. I'll hold my aim steady, if that will help you." He slowly moved towards my dark-yellow stream, only taking in a splash of my urine at first. "How's it taste?" I asked, not at all expecting an answer. He looked up at me, his head tinted slightly yellow, "Like warm, sour, flat, and salty soda. I love it!" He grabbed my shaft and aimed it into his mouth, filling it up, then gulping it down with a sound that resonated throughout the whole alleyway. I patted his head as I watched my urine accumulate in his mouth, only to disappear into his stomach, then fill up again, and on and on and on for a minute or so. I broke the rhythm of filling and swallowing that had started, saying, "To be honest, I didn't think you be this into it. Or that you'd be able to drink it all. And i'm not even half-empty yet." He kept gulping down the liquid that, at the time, seemed to have no end. After about another minute, I decided to force my stream to falter. The Margwa slowly moved closer in order to catch all of what was not going to be available for the rest of the night. He backed away, sitting in the puddle that had formed from what he hadn't drank. "Are you done, master?" His mouth was now a dark yellow. I patted his head once more. "Yes, i'm done." That was a lie, but I couldn't stand there for any longer. "Now, for that round two you talked about earlier."
We went back to the subway area where we were before. "What's next on the agenda, master?" I leaned against the same wall as before, trying to work up the nerve to ask him for what I really wanted. "Erm...let's see if we can try this..." I pulled out the thing he had spent all his time with since I had woken up. "How about we try sucking this time?" He nodded eagerly. "Yes master!" He started moving his head towards my, now erect, shaft. I stopped him just before he started. "First, go wash your mouth. I don't really want to be sucked by the same mouth that was used to drink my urine." He nodded, then went down to the waterside and rinsed his mouth out. He came back, his mouth now not yellow, and got to work. It was probably the best minutes of my life. He knew how to use his tongue, he didn't go too fast too quick, and he somehow knew that I only like a tiny bit of teeth-usage. I wrapped my arms around the head he was using to suck me off, at which point he started going faster. A couple minutes later my grip on him strengthened, so he wouldn't leave too soon. He picked up his pace once more, at which point I started pushing my shaft farther into his head in a rhythm. Back and forth, up and down, going faster and fast-
I shoved my shaft deep into his head, while my tentacles brought his head closer to my body. He let my sperm fill up his mouth, which took no more than ten seconds. I felt the warm, sticky substance in the Margwa's head, before he gulped it down like he did with my yellow liquid not 30 minutes earlier. He stood up, and looked less optimistic than before. "What's wrong? Did you have too much to drink?" I asked sarcastically. He crossed his legs, then stuttered, "Erm...m-master? Would you mind if I took a bathroom break?" I walked over to one of the portals in the room. "Im gonna go get us some drinks, but you can pee into this." He looked confused and concerned. "But master, what will that do to it?" I responded, "Nothing. It will basically teleport it away from here. We don't want that smell with us for the rest of the night, do we?" He nodded in agreement. "Alright, you do that while I go get some drinks."
I ran upstairs and outside, and ran to the portal's exit. I sat there, since I had a question I needed answered. Eventually, a green liquid started coming through the portal. It shot out rather quickly, passing cleanly over my head and landing infront of me. It smelled awful, like moldy cheese mixed with burnt hair. I worked up the nerve to taste it, and unsurprisingly, it tasted exactly like it smelled. That is...interesting to say the least. I left him to do his thing, and went to get the drinks. A couple minutes later, I ran back downstairs only to find him still going. "You weren't kidding when you wanted a bathroom break, were you?" He looked at me, his cheeks red-er than the portal he was peeing into. "What's wrong? It's not like there's something you can do about it. You just have to go when you need to." He nodded, and said, "But, yours is so much different than mine." I tried to pretend I had no clue what he was talking about,"It can't be that different. Here, stop going for a second." He turned it off like a faucet. I told him to come with me, and I would see what he ment. I took him to the canals of the city, and said "We'll both go at the same time, so neither of us feel embarrased." We stood side-by-side, but he started a good 10 or 15 seconds before me. "Ok, I see what you mean." I said as I saw the same green liquid from earlier. "Again, that's not something you can help. That's just how you are." I finished long before he did, so I stood to the side and started whistling just as he did for me before. He wrapped up his business, and asked, "Alright, I can't keep this up for much longer. You mind if I just owe you the rest of today?" I was actually just about to ask him to do the same thing, so I responded, "Yeah, I guess that's ok. I'm pretty tired anyway, your work was amazing." His cheeks turned red again, as he walked away. 
Mental Note: Next birthday, get the hell out of here.