Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2023 21:18:16 +0000
From: 2son2s <2son2s@proton.me>
Subject: Office Urinal Saga Part 2

Office Urinal Saga: Part 2 -- 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!). I loved the feedback from Part 1, hope you enjoy Part 2 as
well. This one is also in part based on true events, although as the series
goes on more and more will be fantasy over true story.

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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It'd been a while since I last heard from Sir. Or any of my other regulars
for that matter. You see, being an office urinal, I serve all who need it
and over time I have built a clientele, so to speak. Most of whom know how
to contact me but one in particular is not as easy to track down. Master,
as he prefers me to address him, doesn't allow me to have his contact
info. He seeks me out when he needs me. I know he is a doctor, and he works
in the office building next door to mine. There is a mutual common space
between the two buildings that I see him occasionally and will go grab a
coffee or something when I am craving Him.

I know when he takes his lunch so I head down to that area at that time to
loiter, hoping he is around and will want to use me. I go to my favorite
coffee shop and stand in line. I don't really look around because I know
better. If he wants to be found, he will make himself known. I just go
about my business and hope, when suddenly I hear:

"Hey Faggot. Don't turn around, just listen. Floor 6, 2:30. If you're not
there I leave immediately."

Master whispers just so I can hear it, the crowd is loud so it would not be
easy to be overheard and he must have been standing immediately behind
me. I pulled out my phone to look at my calendar; luckily, my afternoon is
open. I mark off 2:15 for half an hour as "busy" just in case. I needed
this.

I know Master means the 6th floor restroom in his building. We've used
various floors, always in that building. He keeps me on my toes, I guess he
doesn't want me loitering in any of them waiting for him, which is fair. A
fag gets thirsty! In any event, I know the time and place and now the
difficult part: waiting.

Finally, the clock reads 2:15 and I start heading that way. It'll take me a
few minutes to walk over and then to find the restroom and I want to make
sure to get the stall if it is available. As I walk, I think about the last
time Master used me. He's not as gentle as Sir, nor is he as
predictable. Last time, he had me lay down on the floor while he kneeled
over my face, mouth open to accept his piss. It was a real test since I am
used to wrapping my lips over the cockhead to drink. Swallowing mouth open
takes practice and shamefully I have not perfected it. I had left my
clothes on, which was a mistake because of his requirement. I wasn't
perfect but I managed to swallow most without making too much of a
mess. The few wet spots on my dress shirt I wrote off as sweat.

I get pulled back to reality as the elevator opens to the 6th floor. I exit
and quickly find the restroom (each floor is similarly laid out, so this
wasn't difficult). Entering the restroom, I see it is empty (one stall, one
urinal). I enter the stall and look at my watch: 2:23. Perfect. I decide to
take my clothes off to avoid any splash zone issues like last time. I've
never gotten naked for Master before so I am unsure how he will react. With
about 5 minutes to wait and my cock fully erect, I get on my knees and
slowly play with myself.

This is as good a time as any to describe myself: average body type, white,
hairy all over, reasonably good looking. 6-inch cock. Never trimmed
bush. As I mentioned previously, Sir calls me his Otter Fag, although I
think I'm a bit "chubbier" than a traditional otter. Anyway, there I was, a
hairy horny urinal fag on my knees in a restroom waiting when finally, the
door opened. I checked my watch: right at 2:30. As usual I waited for the
sign:

Tap Tap.

He was here. I jumped forward and unlocked the door so Master could open
and join. He does so and I watch his face for any reaction to me nudity.

"Ha. Typical faggot. Can't keep its clothes on." Master said in a slight
whisper, being a small restroom, we didn't have to be totally silent, just
have to listen for the door to open.

"Yes Master, hope you don't mind" I reply.

"Easier access, I like it. You'll do this from now on anytime we meet"
Master replies.

"Yes Master" I reply through a grin.

"Good faggot, now wipe that smile off your face and crawl over here, I've
been holding it all afternoon."

I eagerly obey and crawl over as I watch Master untie his scrubs and pull
out his cock. Master is a very sexy fit Hispanic man with an average uncut
cock. He lifts up his shirt to keep it out of the way, revealing his fur
covered abs. He is absolutely stunning, and my mouth is watering so much I
am surprised drool hasn't dripped out the edges.

"Alright faggot, open up," Master instructs. I do so just in time for him
to spit directly onto my tongue before pointing his cock at me.

"Here it comes, if you spill any you'll be licking it up" He informs me and
before I have a chance to react his piss stream lands in my mouth. I was
desperate to not disappoint Master, so I concentrated on my measured
swallows. His piss stream was strong, and the flavor was slightly bitter
from sitting in His bladder for too long. I was doing well with no spillage
when I suddenly burped and lost a splash over my lips onto my body and the
floor below.

"Tsk tsk, faggot" Master says as he continues to piss. I keep my
concentration though and manage to not spill again as his stream finally
weakens and ends.

"Not too bad, faggot. Better than last time for sure. But you heard me --
get down there and clean my piss off the floor."

I quickly flatten my chest to the floor and begin lapping up the spilled
piss. I know this is disgusting and wrong, but I cannot help but be utterly
turned on. I urgently lick the floor clean until I hear Master step
forward:

"Woah there, faggot, enjoying that a little too much I think" he lightly
chuckles as I lift my head back up. I see that his cock is still out, and
it is hard. He was clearly enjoying watching his faggot be depraved.

"I told the office I had a quick errand to run so I have some time to kill,
faggot."

This caught me off guard. Besides being Master's urinal I'd only ever given
him a very quick blowjob. What did he have planned?

"Get your head over that toilet bowl and start licking the seat" Master
instructed me. I was in total pig mode so I could only obey. I crawl over
and begin licking the bowl. I tasted the dried salty piss. It is not
terrible, I thought to myself. Then, I felt something on my hairy hole --
it was Master's tongue. It felt amazing and I went into second gear and
began making out with the toilet. I lost track of time as my ass got soaked
from Master's spit. All too soon his tongue is gone, and I whimper.

"Shut up, faggot, too loud. No noises" and with that I feel his cock enter
my wet hole. I stifle a moan against the porcelain as Master slowly pushes
all the way inside me. This was completely unexpected, but I was past the
point of no return. I hadn't been fucked in months, so I was very
tight. I'm usually only serving orally. But at this moment I needed nothing
less than Master's cock and load deep inside me.

Master begins an escalating tempo, slowly at first: all the way in, all the
way out, building up his speed. I feel him reach forward and pull my body
up. As he fucks my hole one hand covers my mouth as the other finds my
nipple and squeezes.

"Remember, no noises faggot" Master whispers in my ear as I stifle a
scream.

My cock has been hard this entire time and bounces in rhythm to Master's
thrusts. I have never cum hands free before, but I can feel my balls
stirring and lifting. This is completely uncharted territory, but I know I
won't be able to hold back if He keeps hitting my prostate like this.

"I'm about to breed you, faggot, here it comes" and that was all I needed
to trigger a shower of cum from my cock all over the toilet in front of me
just as Master groaned into my ear and I felt his cock pulse deep in my
ass. He pushes me forward with him still on top of me.

"Damn you're a tight faggot, I'll be doing that again" Master said after he
caught his breath and pulled out.

"And get to work cleaning up your faggot cum off that toilet, don't leave a
mess for the cleaning staff."

I'd come down off my piss fueled cloud at this point so the prospect of
licking the now cum covered toilet was not exactly exciting. But I knew
better than to argue so I got to work as Master cleaned himself off and
rearranged his scrubs. When he was ready, he leaned down to my ear and
whispered,

"You'll keep my load in you the rest of the day, faggot, and you'll start
waiting in the spot I found you today every Wednesday at 11 am for 5
minutes. I may not always come, but you'll be available in case. Got it?"

"Yes Master" I replied as my head rested on the toilet.

"Good faggot" he said and then he spat once more in my face before leaving
the stall.

I jump up to close and lock the stall and stand there, naked and sweaty
with drying cum and piss in and on me. Master had effectively turned me
from urinal to hole. At first, I panic: a random man just fucked me while I
slobbered over a public toilet. Was I ready to accept this faggot upgrade?
Or was it a downgrade? And then I felt my slightly sore hole squeeze and my
rehardening cock grow and I smiled to myself:

Obviously come next Wednesday I'd be waiting and hoping for Master's
whisper in my ear.