Office Urinal Saga: Part 6 -- Gay Urination / Authoritarian
This is a continuation of my first Nifty submission after many years enjoying the content as a reader (donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ if you're able!).
While each character in this saga is molded after a real person and real events, this story is pure fantasy.
If you're not old enough to be here, please do not read. If you're not into kinky male on male gay sex, this is not for you either.
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Finally satisfied, I set my phone down and got back to work. A few minutes went by before the phone buzzed again. I assumed it was sir, I looked down and was surprised to see it wasn't sir - it was Sir. I opened the text:
"Urinal Available?" It read. I grinned, the duties of an office pig never end.
"Sure is, Sir" I replied and awaited instructions...
"I'll be at the spot in half an hour. I've got a client with me. You'll service him as well." The text came and threw me through a loop. Sir had never done anything even remotely like this. I was very turned on by the turn of events but I was petrified too.
I do a lot of risky and piggy things for horniness' sake. But I'm also discreet. I probably do more than I should if I'm honest. But I can't help myself. My cock speaks much louder than my brain usually. So this curveball presented a dilemma. My cock said obey no questions asked. My brain presented all the various things that could go wrong.
Cock won, naturally.
"Understood Sir, I'll be ready'" was my response.
I had 30 minutes to sweat, worry and imagine the possibilities. Who was this client? Surely it couldn't be anyone I know. Sir is discreet himself so he must trust him. The only thing keeping me sane was the prospect of swallowing two loads of piss.
I decided to leave early, before I talked myself out of it, and began walking to the same spot I'd played with Sport/sir less than an hour previously.
I secured the usual stall, stripped my clothes off and stood there absentmindedly stroking my cock, listening for signs of Sir. He likes to keep it quiet, so I have to assume he's filled the client in on the protocol or at least told him how he plans to use me.
I hear the restroom door open. I get on my knees and wait, listening with anticipation.
And I wait. And wait. Nothing. It had to have been 30 seconds, although time moves slower when you're buck naked on a public restroom floor.
My phone buzzes. I look down. It's from Sir.
"Leave the stall and kneel next to the last urinal" it said.
This was new. And something I'd never done before. It's one thing to be naked in the stall of a public restroom, another thing altogether to be out in the open. But here I was. It wasn't in my nature to say no, so I went with it and opened the door, walked out and went to the urinal and kneeled.
Once I was on my knees I looked around. I saw one man by the sinks. It wasn't Sir. I panicked. "What do I do?" I thought to myself. I felt like a deer in headlights.
Paralyzed, I watched the man start to walk my way. He finally got to me and looked down as I stared up.
"Sir says you're to keep your mouth open and swallow anything that goes in" the stranger spoke with quiet authority.
I let go of an inner sigh of relief hearing this as I opened my mouth wide and waited. The man was older, silver hair with a smooth face and wire glasses. He was good looking and wore a well fitting suit. He stepped up to the urinal (me) and unzipped his pants, pulling out a modestly sized cock. I switched my gaze to his eyes and awaited his stream.
It only took a few seconds before his pissstream began and landed in my open mouth. I was a little nervous having to swallow open mouthed but practice makes perfect so I focused and swallowed in intervals as my mouth filled up. The flavor was basically like a savory unsweetened tea. It was delicious.
As his stream started to weaken he subtlety changed his aim and began to piss on my bush. If I know Sir, this was definitely his doing. The last of the piss in my mouth had been swallowed but I kept it open like I'd been ordered just in case.
The man finally finished pissing and stepped forward. He wiped the last drops off his cock onto my tongue and shook a few times before putting it away.
"Sir said when I was done you were to go back into the stall" he informed me.
"Thank you, Sir" I told the man, both for the piss and for relaying the orders.
Without acknowledging me again he walked away to the sinks and started washing his hands. I re-entered the stall. My pubes glistening with piss and my belly full. I wondered what was next. Was Sir going to use me too?
tap tap
I jumped and turned around and slowly opened the door again. Sir was standing there and pushed the door the rest of the way open and entered. I got to my knees and resumed protocol.
Sir immediately squatted down and tussled my wet bush before bringing his hand up to my mouth and guiding his fingers in. I instinctively began sucking on them. I could taste the strangers piss.
"You're a good boy, I'm proud of you" Sir quietly whispered into my ear as I sucked his fingers and moaned in pleasure back.
Finally Sir stood back up and began pulling out his cock. Once it was out he stepped forward and set it on my outstretched tongue, my lips closing around it. He immediately began to feed me his tasty piss. I gulped and gulped blissfully.
Without stopping his stream he stepped back and his cock popped out of my mouth, spraying my chest and then my pubes to mix with the strangers. He must not have had much left because he didn't return to my mouth, instead shaking the drops onto my face before dipping back up. Guess that meant no cum today.
I looked up and, as expected, Sir gently grabbed my chin and guided me onto my feet. He gave me a quick peck on the lips and then whispered,
"I'll leave your cut of the clients fee on the last urinal. You'll be doing this more often so be prepared. That's a good boy."
"Thank you Sir" I reflexively responded, still working to comprehend what he had said.
Sir left the stall, I heard some shuffling and the sink running before the restroom door opened and shut again.
I rushed out, naked, to the urinal. There on the top of the porcelain was a crisp fifty dollar bill.
Sir had literally whored me out.
I grabbed the money and walked back into the stall. If this was my "cut," how much was Sir charging for my services? I did this by nature. I didn't know what to think about accepting payment for it. I was extremely turned on by the fact that Sir was whoring me out to clients. What I wasn't sure about was being paid out of the funds.
This was all on my mind as I dressed, washed up, and walked back to the office. I'd gotten very little actual work done this day. I'd have to stay late. If I could bring myself to focus.