Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2023 07:53:12 -0400
From: AC <hryjknyk@gmail.com>
Subject: He Always has a Plan - Part 7

He Always has a Plan - Part 7 - Gay Authoritarian, urination


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I feel His warm breath on my neck start to regulate as the heaving in His
chest slows.

His lips are on mine again, softly kissing me as His hands slide under
me. In a swift motion, He lifts me up. With His giant cock still lodged
inside me, I wrap my arms and legs around Him tighter as He stands. I
have never been lifted up or held like this before and it makes me feel
so petite and submissive compared to Him. Without breaking our kiss He
carries me over to the lawn.

I can feel the freshly cut, dewy grass tickle my back as He places me
gently down. His lips part from mine and I release my tight hold on Him
as His body pulls back from mine. I look up at Him with lust and
curiosity for what He has in store for us as His cock finally slips from
my tender hole.

"Clench," He whispers just as His head slides free.

I squeeze my ring, feeling an emptiness, and something inside me wonders
if I would've done it without instruction, feeling the need to keep His
seed inside me.

He is sitting back on His heels between my spread knees, His eyes staring
into me from above. I can't help but hope that I get to clean His fresh
load off His big dick and the memory of Him fingering His load into me by
the pool last night enters my mind. My eyes can't get enough of the
adonis that was just inside me, trying to memorize every inch of His
sweaty, muscular silhouette blocking the morning sun behind Him.

I kept looking up at Him, patiently waiting for Him to speak or do
something when I feel a hot splattering of liquid hitting my chest. It
takes me a second to realize that He is pissing on me. I had definitely
gotten off watching piss porn before and had a growing interest but this
was my first real-life encounter. I was surprised at first but I was
growing more and more turned on as He hosed me down while keeping His
eyes locked on mine.

I could feel my cock grow to full mast again and jump in the cum and now
piss-drenched pouch of my formerly crisp white jockstrap. I was totally
dickmatized by the hulking man who was turning me into His.

"Good boy," He whispers as His stream covers every inch of me from my
neck down and I instinctively lift my legs as I feel it get closer to my
just fucked hole.

The forceful jet feels so good against my pucker a moan escapes my lips
and He smiles at my enjoyment. I feel His never-ending river of piss
trail back up my torso until it is arching from His shining, exposed head
over me and splashing my face. I open my mouth and let it fill up and
instinctively swallow a mouthful down. It is bitter, salty, and slightly
acidic but I wanted more, letting my mouth fill up again.

"You're such a perfect boy," He whispers as He leans over me and His
torrent of piss finally subsides.

I reach up and wipe my eyes so I can look back up at Him.

"Thank you, Sir," I whisper.

His smile grows and I feel His lips pressing against mine again in an
excited passion as His tongue wrestles mine.

I understand with that kiss that hosing me down and making me swallow His
piss wasn't about humiliating me but taking pride that I was marked as
His , just like when He filled me with His seed. Nothing had done made me
feel embarrassed or depraved, only desired. I had developed a deep trust
in Him somewhere in the past twelve hours of meeting Him.

There I was laying drenched on His lawn with His handsome face smiling
down at me and His fingers stroking my wet face. He extends a hand to me
and I take it. His strength is powerful and I'm up standing next to Him
in an instant.

I watch Him, unsure of what to do as He sits down, back in His breakfast
chair, then pats His lap. I eagerly move toward Him and straddle Him
again with His piss dripping off of me onto Him. I wrap my arms around
His neck and this time I lean in to kiss Him.

It's passionate and tender, less sexually charged than before, His hands
explore my body and I grind my wet fabric-covered straining cock into His
furry abs. His hands are firm as they knead different areas of my back
and waist when He holds firm, pressing on my bladder. The coffee, mimosas
and the mouth fulls of His piss were catching up to me as He holds me
firmly in place.

I was so turned on from the unexpected golden shower earlier that I was
tempted to just let it go, wanting more wet fun. I didn't expect to enjoy
it this much and surprisingly don't feel any shame about it, but wasn't
sure if I was allowed to piss on Him. He was slowly taking full control
of me and I was already falling into obedience subconsciously by speaking
permission.

"I have to pee," I whisper into His mouth.

He responds by kissing me again and I feel His hand grip firmer while His
other hand pulls at the jock, letting my cock spring free from the side.

"Go ahead, boy."

He is kissing me again, still holding firm on my bladder. I'm so turned
on at the prospect but feel a bit shy suddenly and not sure if I can make
it happen. With His firm grip building intense pressure, I feel a hot,
wet splash between us.

He is holding my shaft and directing it at His furry abs and chest,
matting down His thick fur. He breaks our kiss and leans forward, sucking
some of the fountain in front of Him in His mouth then looks up and spits
my piss back at me. I eagerly lick at the air trying to catch it,
surprising myself at my desire for this new fetish He had unlocked.

He has a wicked smile, I can tell my compliance and eagerness are making
Him proud. He slurps up more and then kisses me with a mouthful this
time. His deep animalistic grunts transfer into my mouth as our tongues
have a wet battle. I can feel His cock, rock hard again in my crack and
slipping past my used, cum filled hole as we grind under my fading stream
of urine. His grip on my waist loosens relieving the pressure and slowly
my stream trickles down to nothing.

"Good little pig" He growls in my ear while His big palm gently strokes
my wet cock.

"We have something to discuss, Aden."

"What's that, Sir?" I ask curiously pressing our piss and sweat
dripping foreheads together.

I feel His big hands on my body again, directing me, rearranging me so
I'm now sitting in His wet lap like a kid sitting on a father's. He
tucks my dick back into the jockstrap and then wraps His strong arms
around my waist.

"I was serious earlier, about wanting you to be my boy. And I am very
happy you consented to that commitment. I want you to fully understand
what that means..." He says and then continues to explain in detail what
being His boy entails.

I listen intently, watching His face as He speaks. His expression is
serious but gentle and kind and I feel safe, desired, and wanted in a way
I had never experienced. I had no idea what I was getting myself into
when I agreed to come home with Him last night but, so far, I am glad I
did. I could feel a lustful, excited nervousness build as I tried to
decipher the multitude of emotions I felt listening to Him.

"Don't answer now. I want you to think about this and make sure you
fully accept," He says softly, looking into my eyes.

I stay silent. I know I'm ready and willing to say yes in this moment but
also know He is right, this is intense and a lot to take in and I might
feel different when I wasn't in the comfort of His strong embrace,
looking at His handsome face in post-coital bliss.

I smile at Him, really unsure of what to say in the silence. There is a
tender warmth in His eyes as He stares into mine.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up," He suggests in a bright warm tone and
then gives me a soft kiss on my forehead.

I follow Him, hand in hand, across the deck to a huge outdoor shower. He
slips my wet, gooey jock off and tosses it to the side. It lands in the
bright morning sun, crumpled and heavy from the saturation of His piss
and my hands-free load.

The warm water feels good against my sticky skin and He stands behind me,
caressing my body under the falling water from the large rainfall shower
head. I wanted to tell Him I didn't want to wash Him off me yet but I
stay quiet, contemplating all that happened, what is being offered, and
what it all might mean for me going forward. I take in my surroundings
and look up at the open sky as His large hands explore me.

"I don't like my boys to use too much soap," He whispers in my ear
causing my cock to pulse.

I'm clearly enjoying the feral aspect this man so obviously relished in
as well. He holds a small bottle of expensive face wash in front of me
and pumps some onto my palm. I apply it to my face but am careful to not
wash under my nose, wanting to keep the scents of Him intact and strong
in the stubbly hairs above my lip.

His hands had moved to my hair and were gently working fragrant shampoo
into my scalp. His strong fingers feel so good as they massage my head
almost sending me into a trance. I lean back into Him, feeling the warmth
of His muscular torso against my back. It is tender and soft and safe and
romantic. I know my answer but keep it to myself for now.

I turn to Him, wanting to give Him the same attention, my hands reach for
His heavy swinging dick but He gently pushes them away.

"There will be plenty of time for that," He says softly and leans
forward to kiss me.

I feel the water trickle off above us and His body pull from mine. I open
my eyes and He is smiling at me, holding a thick white towel open. I step
forward and He wraps it around me and holds me against Him.

"Excuse me, Sir," I hear a voice call hesitantly from behind Him.

"Yes?" He replies, not breaking His hold.

"It is almost 9:30."

"Thank you, Gabriel."

I turn my head up, pulling it from under His chin.

"I have some business I must attend to. Gabriel will get you dressed and
drive you home."

He kisses me deeply. Our lips part and I feel the towel slip from me. He
smiles at me one last time before turning from me. I watch Him walk away,
savoring the view of His perfect, furry ass before He wraps the damp
towel around His waist. Gabriel is standing to the side, head tilted down
but I catch Him sneaking a peak at His hunky boss as He passes in front
of Him.

"Here you go, Aden," Gabriel says to me, holding out my jockstrap as if
it was just freshly laundered.

"Thanks," I say sheepishly, taking it from Him and smile when I notice
it hasn't been washed.

It had dried almost fully in the sun while we were showering and I hold
it in my hand. I feel awkward standing naked in front of the fully
dressed employee but don't think to put the jock dried in piss and cum
back on.

"Follow me," He says with a warm smile that puts me at ease.

I can't help but notice His perky ass in the short khaki shorts as it
moves in front of me back into the house and wonder if His boss had ever
been inside it. I follow Him up the stairs and into a different bedroom
than the one I woke up in. On the large bed in the center of the room is
a neatly folded pile of clothes, my shoes, and my phone.

"Here you are. Is there anything else I can get for you?"

I spread the clothes out on the bed, grateful I wasn't expected to wear
what I wore here that were destroyed last night.

"Umm is there a pair of underwear?" I ask

"You're holding them," He replies nodding to the jock, "He will want
you to wear that at all times when you are not naked or in swimwear,"
Gabriel explains further noticing my confused expression.

"Oh... I see," I reply.

I am starting to realize the depths of His control and what will be
expected of me and my softened cock is stirring again. The jockstrap
wasn't just a gift or something to fool around in earlier, it was kind
of like a uniform that would soon be as ripe and worn out as His.

"Take your time Aden, I'll be downstairs when you are ready," Gabriel
says with a smile before exiting.

I take a quick whiff of the fabric in my hand and recognize the subtle
aroma of urine and semen in the slightly damp material causing more blood
to rush to my groin. I slip the jock on and arrange my semi-hard dick in
the pouch.

I reach for my phone and swipe it open. There are multiple text
notifications from my friends but the thing that I notice most is that it
had been fully charged overnight.

'I could get used to this,' I think as I read through my friend's
messages.

All were sent the night before asking questions about how it was going
and if I had been murdered. I place the phone down and pick up the denim
shorts noticing the designer label. I slip them on and am surprised at
how well they fit as I button the waist.

They are short cut-offs, shorter than I usually wear but fit like a
second skin. I pull on the soft tank top and notice the thin, soft cotton
is almost transparent as if it had been washed and worn many times
before. I turn to look at myself in the mirror while stepping into my
shoes, the only remaining items I had arrived with, and am surprised to
see the loafers actually work in a way I wouldn't have thought with the
casual new clothes. The entire outfit is definitely revealing in a way I
never thought I could pull off but I have to admit I look pretty sexy.
Maybe it's the self-confidence that is developing inside me after
sleeping with an incredibly handsome, wealthy, older man who made no
hesitation in showing his attraction to me.

Looking in the mirror I wonder whose clothes these were, obviously
fitting me too well for them to be His and seemingly well-worn, however,
there is a freshness to them that makes me think they might be brand new.
Maybe he has a habit of tearing off the clothes of the men he brings home
and keeps a stockpile of clothes to replace them. Before the thought can
slip into a rabbit hole of curiosity about how many other boys he's had
or may have or how many people were involved in it, I tuck my phone into
my pocket and head downstairs.

"Ready?" Gabriel asks when I reach the bottom of the stairs, He is
holding a small suede case out for me.

I open it and see the glasses He had been wearing this morning and smile
at the memory of looking up at Him in them while His cock was down my
throat.

"Yup," I say brightly with a smile as I put them on and follow the house
boy-turned-chauffeur outside to the Large black SUV.

He opens the backdoor for me and shuts it behind me. The attentive
service is not something I am used to but it makes me feel important, not
like some used trick that would be soon forgotten about. I roll down the
window and stare at the giant modern mansion where I just had the hottest
night, and morning, of my life.

I give Gabriel the address to the house I'm staying in and we slowly
start to move down the long, tree-lined driveway, the small stones
crunching under the heavy tires. We approach the large iron gates when I
receive a text message.

Sorry to see you leave Aden, but I will pick you up at 4 pm tonight. I
have emailed you a contract to look over before then and I look forward
to hearing your decision. Gabriel will answer any questions you may have.
X

The message came from a newly added contact labeled "Sir."

This man knows what He is doing.

His name is still a mystery but He knew what He was doing. Most people
might have been concerned that He was able to get into my phone or figure
out all of my contact information, but I was flattered.

I ride in silent contemplation for a moment before checking my email.

From: Sir

Subject: I want this and hope you do too

I scroll through the pdf, feeling overwhelmed and intimidated for the
first time since He approached the subject of being His. The formality of
the email makes everything so official and intense. I close my phone and
take a deep breath.

"It is a lot to take in at first," Gabriel says softly with His eyes
forward.

He must know all about everything, I didn't know which question to ask
first.

"That's for sure," I sigh, "Did you... or were you..."

"No, I am not quite His type," Gabriel laughs.

Gabriel is sexy. We seem to be similar in age and features so I didn't
quite understand why until it dawned on me that He probably isn't the
submissive type that I'm turning out to be.

"Are there others?"

"No, He only ever keeps one man at a time. And it's been a while."

His choice of words was interesting, He said man and not boy, making me
feel somewhat at ease for a reason I can't identify, but the word 'keeps'
hangs in my mind.

"Keeps?" I ask, having flashes of being in a cage with a collar on.

"Not like in a cage," He laughs as if reading my thoughts, "Keeps as
in keeps the company of... kind of like a kept boy."

That definitely sounded like something I could get behind. I was a fan of
luxury and He obviously had plenty to spare and wasn't anywhere close to
being as scary as being locked in a cage.

"Huh," I reply, "So, how many people will know about this?"

"Not many, myself and the few others on His personal staff. You and He
will discuss the specifics about what you are comfortable with sharing.
People suspect things from time to time but most just assume you're His
hot, young boyfriend. "

I can't help but smile at the compliment from the sexy man driving me
home.

"So what's with all the formality then?"

"I can't quite discuss the details but I can say this; He is a
charming, charismatic, handsome, and kind man with a heart of gold. He
likes what He likes, wants what He wants, and is very particular,"
Gabriel explains, "He is in control but not controlling if that makes
sense."

"I think so," I say slowly, taking in the information.

We drive in silence the rest of the way. I feel surprisingly calm as my
mind wanders, marinating in the multitude of information.

"I'll ask you this question, it may help you navigate your thoughts so
you can make the decision that is right for you..." He says breaking the
silence as we turn onto my street.

"Did you enjoy yourself and do you feel comfortable with Him?"

We had pulled up in front of the tiny rental house and Gabriel had put
the car in park and was now looking back at me with a warm smile.

Saying that I enjoyed myself would be an understatement and I definitely
felt more than comfortable, safe even, the entire time I was with Him.
From the first unexpected, risky kiss at the party to the entire night
and morning of letting Him take control. In the past twelve hours, He
pushed my boundaries more than anyone else had even attempted, exposed me
to a new kink that I had only seen in porn, and had me naked in front of
His staff I never felt anything but turned on by it all and wanted more.
There were moments of brief hesitation but I never felt unsafe or
pressured. My cock is currently filling back out at the moment thinking
about it all which is definitely a good indication. There were no voices
in my head screaming danger, no gut feelings of worry, just a desire to
be His boy.

Gabriel's friendly stare seemed to understand the inner thoughts of my
mind as He smiled in acknowledgment of my silence.

"He will be here at 4 pm sharp. Be dressed casually for drinks at a
waterfront bar."

"Should I shower?" I ask, wanting to make sure I don't disappoint.

"No, only if you swim in a chlorinated pool, or ocean or wear sunscreen.
But, and I can't stress this enough, no scented soap," He says with a
devilish smile.

I smile at His employee, my excitement building at the idea of seeing Him
again so soon. This is so new to me but I am loving the thought of
following His orders knowing deep down it will only increase His desire
for me.

I climb out of the car and wave through the tinted windows.

I look at the house in front of me, which seems even smaller than it did
when I left it last night, and take a deep breath to prepare myself for
the inquisition I knew awaited me inside when a pressing question pops
into my mind.

"Wait! What's His name?" I ask turning around only to see the large
SUV pulling away.


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