Office Urinal Saga: Part 9 -- 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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I sat at my desk deeply engaged in my work. Sometimes I did, in fact, work. I'd closed the door to my office for a call and hadn't yet reopened as I was in the zone. That's when a knock came that brought me out of my focus.
"Come in!" I half shouted to the inquisitor.
The door to my office opened and, as I finished typing up an email I heard someone come in and then the door closed again. That was odd. I looked over expecting to see a manager or similar and was completely shocked to see Sir standing there with a smile.
"Hello boy" he said as I gawked at him.
"Sir! How...what...why?" I stammered in response. No one was supposed to have access to our office except company employees or contractors. How was he here and how did he know where I would be?
"Your confusion is fair. To answer your unasked questions: I recently took on a new role at this company. I knew you worked here, it wasn't really that secret. Last time I used you I noticed the name on your access badge and looked you up in the directory. Pretty simple." Sir explained matter of factly.
"Oh. Got it Sir" I replied. The explanation was simple but I was still shocked. My eyes darted to the book on my shelf that had an envelope I kept all the cash Sir had left me since he started whoring me out. It was quite a chunk of change at this point.
"I'll cut to the chase. You in your office will be my restroom from now on. You'll be drinking my piss everyday, multiple times. Understood?"
"Yes Sir, of course Sir." I instinctively responded.
"Good boy. Starting immediately. Get over here." Sir indicated the floor at his feet. I obeyed and reflexively started taking his cock out.
Once I had his cock out and in my mouth I looked up into his eyes and waited. It was only a few seconds before I tasted his piss on my tongue. I swallowed eagerly, the service finally putting me at ease. This was what I was meant for. Being a human urinal for this man and countless other men soothed and calmed me.
When he was finished he reached down with his signature move, gripping my face by the chin and guiding me up to my feet before planting a gentle kiss on my lips followed by "good boy" to which I replied "thank you Sir."
As I went to go back to my chair I decided to ask about the men who paid him to use me.
"What about your clients Sir, will I still be your whore?"
"They were never my real clients and I never took a cut. I had an ad for a human urinal available for hire. They paid me I passed the buck to you. I have no interest in the money, it was the power of owning you that turned me on. They had to come through me. The ad is still up so you'll continue on in the same manner." He answered.
"But Sir, I have no interest in the money either. I'm a urinal, there should be no charge to use the facilities, should there?" I replied. I'd thought about it and really felt weird about the money.
"That's technically true, boy, but I enjoy the game. I'm sure you can find some way to use the money to further your dirty conquests. I'm not stupid, I know I'm not the only one who uses you."
I hadn't considered that - I didn't have to use the money for anything real. It could go towards making it easier to service men. The possibilities were endless.
"I see I've given you something to think on, boy," Sir brought me back to reality, "I'll send you a message on Teams. In the future I'll let you know on there when I need to use the urinal."
"Yes Sir, sounds good Sir!" I replied as he walked to the door, opened it and left.
Life was about to get real interesting: full on urinal, multiple times a day. And I was already imagining a hotel room rental with my whore funds. I couldn't resist a grin as I sat down, adjusted my hard cock, and buried myself back into work.