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I had about an hour or so left of work and really needed a drink and to blow off some steam. I went hard at the gym that morning and just as I was finishing my workout shit hit the fan at work. With no time to shower, I raced home soaked in sweat and logged in, glad I was working from home that day. It was nonstop from about 9am until about 4pm when it finally started to calm down. I was about to text a buddy to meet for happy hour and hop in the shower to wash the sweat and stink off from that morning when I got an email on my private account.
From: SubRich
To: HryJkNYk
Subject: Pig is very thirsty.
Dear Superior,
Pig hasn't seen you in a long time and would very much like to offer service in any way Sir would like.
Interesting how the universe makes things happen. SubRich is a middle aged sub I met a few weeks ago online. He had sent a message to my instagram complimenting me and letting me know he had used my photos to pleasure himself and "would love the opportunity to service me."
This wasn't the first time this had happened but turned out he worked close by and was very persistent. Gay, married, wealthy finance guy who, I came to find out, was the dirtiest most submissive pig whenever he had the opportunity.
From: HryJkNYk
To: SubRich
Subject: Re: Pig is very thirsty.
What a good little pig. I was just thinking how great a drink would be afterwork.
5pm - White Orchid. Make sure you wet your briefs before you get our table.
`This is perfect, no need to shower now' I thought to myself. SubRich loved to be humiliated and was always fun to think of new ways to publicly embarrass him.
From: SubRich
To: HryJkNYk
Subject: Re: Pig is very thirsty.
Sir,
Thank you for your quick response. Pig doesn't deserve the attention from such a superior adonis like you. Please, sir, I can't wet myself at work.
Always Grateful,
It.
The game had started.
From: HryJkNYk
To: SubRich
Subject: Re: Pig is very thirsty.
Listen you useless faggot. You will be waiting for me at 5pm, with piss soaked briefs under your suit. I'm in the mood for tequila today. You know my order. I will be there when I feel like it. Anymore protests and you will never see this Alpha you were put on this earth to worship again.
From: HryJkNYk
To: SubRich
Subject: Re: Pig is very thirsty.
Yes sir! It apologizes for protesting. It was wrong. It is here to serve every command you give.
I chuckled. He is so desperate it's almost sad. But hey, I've never been one to yuck someone's yum. I finish up some emails and crack open a beer. At 5:00 on the dot I received another email.
From: SubRich
To: HryJkNYk
Subject: Re: Pig is very thirsty.
I am here Master. Tell the hostess you are here to meet Richard Piglet.
He can't help but even humiliate himself. White Orchid is a trendy bar/restaurant close by, popular for happy hour. It brings in a pretty well off white collar crowd. It's the perfect spot to humiliate this fucker, public, crowded but with a crowd that is too self absorbed to actually pay attention.
I finished my beer and crack open another... Around 5:15 I decide he's waited long enough, throw on my trainers and hat and head out the door.
As I walked to the bar, I felt the sweat start to build. It's only a few blocks but on that humid summer day, it didn't take much for me to start dripping. Normally this is not the place anyone would or should show up to in a ripe tank top and running shorts but because of my tall broad muscular frame, good looks and charm, I tend to get away with it. Also walking into a place like that, meeting an older man in a full suit and tie always makes Rich feel like everyone thinks he hired an escort.
I walked up to the hostess stand of the crowded bar.
"Hello, I am here to meet Mr Pig."
The young pretty thing behind the counter looked at me confused and I just smiled back.
She looked down at her computer screen
"Oh, you mean Richard Piglet?"
I chuckle.
"Such a funny name." She blushes
"It suits him."
"Right this way."
I followed her past the bar to a section of high top tables. She pointed towards a table in the corner and I saw Pig jump up.
"Thank you" I gave her a wink and made my way towards the table.
As I got closer I could see the dampness bleeding through his suit pants forming an outline of his wet briefs. He tried concealing it with his suit jacket but it was pretty obvious. He was smiling ear to ear as he watches me approach.
"Hey Faggot" I said, louder than necessary as I approached. His face instantly flushed.
Take your jacket off... you hiding something?"
He did and you could clearly see how damp his briefs were.
I sit down and he sits next to me.
"Thank you for gracing me sir."
I didn't respond or even look at him at this point, just raised my arm and rested it across his shoulder so he could smell my sweaty ripe armpit.
He knows he's not allowed to touch but gets his nose as close to it as he's allowed and inhaled
"FUck, thank you master"
"Stop talking. I'm trying to enjoy myself."
I pull my arm away and grab my drink. I take a sip and then another.
"How was your day sir?"
I looked at him and spit in his face.
"Didn't I say to stop talking."
"Sorry sir!"
I gulped down the rest of my drink.
"Move Faggot."
He stood up, I started to walk away with my glass but turned around.
"Give me your wallet faggot."
"There's a tab open at the bar for you sir."
I just stare at him until he nervously fishes out his wallet.
I put it in my pocket and walked to the bathroom with my glass in hand. The mens room is an individual occupancy with a toilet and a urinal but has a lock on the door. I walk over to the urinal, dump out the melting ice and place the glass down in it before pulling out his wallet. I take out the thick stack of bills and pocket them, placing the wallet folded over the rim of the urinal. I pull out my heavy cock, and aim for the glass resting in the drain. It takes a second before unleashing a strong stream of piss into the empty glass. It fills quickly and I finish in the next to it, letting the backspray get on the glass and wallet. I pick up the glass and wallet and head back to the table. I place both down in front of him and wipe my damp hands on his face. He goes to lick them but I give him a forceful quick smack for him to back off.
"Stay."
I walk over to the bar, order another drink and instead of sitting I decide to stand at the edge of the table.
"Cheers" I hold up my glass.
There is a mixture of shame, excitement and embarrassment in his eyes. We've played this game before, he knows he can't put his glass down till I do. I tilt my glass back and pretend to gulp it down. I can see he's doing the same with my warm piss, out in public.
I place my glass down, still mostly full as his is empty.
"You can't get enough, can you faggot?"
"No sir. It's delicious."
I take another sip of my drink, still standing.
"Open your pants.
"HERE? Sir?!" he looks at me shocked, mortified, pleading.
"Yes!" I bark back.
He hesitantly unbuttons the waist and unzips his fly and his hard cock pops out straining his wet briefs. I reach down, rip off the button from his pants, twist off the zipper tab till it snaps off and toss them on the floor.
"Looks like my work here is done." I smile wickedly.
I toss back the rest of my drink, grab his suit jacket and walk out, leaving pig with no way to hide his wet crotch, boner that will only get harder with this increased humiliation, cashless with my piss on my breath.
Before I even get to the corner to throw his expensive suit jacket in the trash, my phone chimes.
From: SubRich
To: HryJkNYk
Subject: Re: Pig is very thirsty.
Thank you sir! I hope you enjoyed your drinks, Pig definitely did.
I can't help but laugh. I throw the blazer in the garbage and dig into my pocket to count the bills. 20 $20 bills, crisp from the ATM.
From: HryJkNYk
To: SubRich
Subject: Re: Pig is very thirsty.
I guess it did ok today. Next time, same stack but make it 50s. I know your pathetic faggot ass is going to race home to pleasure himself after the excitement this superior man gave you... but you're not to touch yourself until I tell you.
Bye for now, you worthless pig.
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