Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2023 20:49:40 +0000
From: Urinal Fag <2son2s@proton.me>
Subject: Office Urinal Saga: Part 9

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.

Finally, I'd love to hear your feedback and comments: 2son2s@proton.me

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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.