Categories: Authoritarian, Urination
Brad stayed behind for a few minutes. "Oh my GOD Jeff, that was far hotter than I could have ever imagined, thank you." He came closer and also hugged me. Our faces were close and he kissed me on the mouth. I used my tongue and pushed it in and opened his mouth. We played tonsil hockey for just a minute when he stopped and said "HOT. I'll text you."
HMMM, does Brad need to be dominated too? We shall see!
About an hour after Brad and Kyle left, Brad texted me saying thank you again and how it was better than any porn scene he could have imagined.
I wished them good night and told him they both needed their rest.
I took a quick shower, climbed into bed, and fell asleep almost immediately. When I woke up in the morning, I had a text from Kyle. Brad must have given him my number. "SIR, thank you again for last night. It was a birthday present I will never forget." I replied, "you're welcome boy, stay out of trouble!"
I continued to see them both at the gym, but not with as much frequency.
Brad and I would make idle chit chat and Kyle would just nod at me and smile from a distance. Then Brad told me that he had to go to the east coast for a week long business trip.
The next day, Kyle was at the gym alone. He did his usual nod and shot me an "I'm embarrassed" smile. Kyle left about 2 minutes before me. As I was walking to the parking lot, I saw a car honk at an SUV that was backing out of a parking space without looking. It was clear that the car had the right of way. The SUV driver immediately honked the horn continuously and then the driver's side window rolled down and from the driver came a barrage of obscenities that would make a truck driver blush. I sensed a scene coming so I took out my phone and videoed it.
When I got closer, I realized that the foul mouth driver was Kyle.
Apparently, he didn't learn his lesson well enough. He eventually took off like a bat out of hell out of the parking lot, never noticing that I was watching, nor that I had filmed it.
I got home and watched the video and shook my head. I pondered on what to do for most of the day. At happy hour time, I decided I wanted tequila which has a powerful effect on me and reduces my inhibitions. After a few tequilas, I decided to text Brad. "Hey buddy, how's the trip going?" He responded that it was a lot of work, with not much time for anything else, but he was good. I decided to send him the video. A few minutes later, my phone rang. It was Brad. He had always just texted me, this was the first phone call. "Hey Jeff, hope you don't mind that I called. I wondered why you had sent me a video and as I watched it, I recognized the voice of the belligerent SUV driver. I cannot believe it was Kyle."
He went on to say that for two weeks or so, Kyle had been much calmer and less hostile. He was not pleased at this turn of events. I told Brad that Kyle did not know that I took the video since he didn't see me.
Brad decided that this was too big of a deal to ignore until he returned home.
"I am so sorry Jeff that you had to witness this and even more sorry that Kyle is again behaving badly." He decided that a punishment couldn't wait until he returned and asked if I was willing to do him a favor. "I'm listening Brad." He continued that although he didn't know me that well, that he trusted me. He said that Kyle needed another discipline session.
I convinced Brad that I was more than happy to help, but we agreed that I would not say anything to Kyle, and that we wanted to mess with him a bit. Brad was like a giddy school girl. I promised him to give him periodic updates. We hung up and I decided what I was going to do.
One more tequila and I was feeling quite bold. I texted Kyle the video clip and then waited for a response. After about an hour, I was getting impatient waiting for a reply. I knew he saw it as no millennial goes for more than 30 minutes without checking their phone. I decided to become a little more playful. Brad had shared with me the name of Kyle's company and had mentioned his boss's name was Clyde. I did a quick online search for the company and immediately found their website and under "Meet Our Team", was a photo of Clyde Morris, along with his email address. He was a hot daddy...kind of bearish. I did a copy and paste of the email address . I then texted the video of Kyle drinking my piss, followed by his boss's email address. Nothing else. Within a minute, I received a reply. "Sir, PLEASE you simply cannot send that video to my boss, PLEASE, I'm begging." I responded "Kyle, we discussed your road rage issues and what I would do if it happened again." "Yes SIR. I had a temporary lapse of judgement but sending this video will ruin me." "Not sure how that is my problem, but if I don't send it, what's in it for me?" Kyle responded...begged,,,"SIR, PLEASE, I will do whatever you want."
"Ok, boy, you need to come to my garage tomorrow at "8pm SHARP." He responded that Brad would not be happy if he came over without him. I replied that it was HIS problem, not mine. Unbeknownst to Kyle, I had Brad's blessing and kept him updated. He finally agreed to come over. I texted Brad (it was late on the east coast) and told him about the texts.
He loved it. The only thing he asked was to make sure I turned the video camera on as he wanted to see it when he got home. He said he was not going to mention to Kyle that he had heard from me since he left on his trip.
I went to bed with my mind racing. The next day, I planned the meeting.
I was ready a few minutes before 8pm. I had decided to have a few beers prior to his arrival as I wanted my bladder nice and full! At 805pm, Kyle arrived looking all sheepish. I said "FAGGOT you are late,..AGAIN."
"Sorry sir, there was an accident enroute and traffic was a bitch." "I do NOT care in the least what your pitiful excuse is. You should have planned better." He just looked at me. He then said, "please SIR, Brad can never find out about this." I told him that if he was a good faggot and did as he was told, i would keep his secret. (I lied!)
Kyle took a scan around the garage. He noticed a television and a rim chair set up near the sawhorse. He asked what it was. I told him it was a rim seat. "SIR, I don't rim". I slapped him across the face. "BOY, my house, my rules, You will do as you are told." He responded "Yes, SIR."
What he did not notice, or at least he did not ask, was a large butt plug on the work bench. I grabbed another beer and twisted off the cap. "You want a beer boy?" "Yes sir, thank you sir." Little did he know that all he would be getting is recycled beer!
I told Kyle to strip completely and lie on his back on the floor next to the rim chair. He complied and I moved the chair so that his head was underneath. I stripped off my jockstrap and sat down. "Ok boy, stick out your tongue." "Please sir, can I just blow you?" "Stick out your FUCKING tongue NOW." I reached down with both hands and twisted his nipples...HARD. He winced in pain but he stuck his tongue out. I grabbed a cigar from the small table next to us and lit it. Nothing like a good cigar and a rim job. I also turned on the tv to a 24/7 news station. His tongue was touching my hole and I told him to start making love to my ass. He did, slowly at first but then with increased gusto. After a few minutes he stopped. "Sir, may I please have that beer? I think it will relax me and allow me to do a better job." "Sure boy." I then pushed my semi hard cock down through the seat and told him to open his mouth.
"One beer, coming up. Too bad it's not cold!" He obviously was not expecting this and started to cough a little when the stream started. "You spill a drop and you will be in a world of pain. Do you understand?" He just nodded yes as his mouth was full. With the cigar in my hand, I grabbed the beer with the other and looked up and toasted the video camera, grinned, and mouthed the word cheers!.
The flow finally stopped and low and behold he didn't spill any. "Back to work on my hole, BOY." For the next 15 minutes, he ate my hole while I enjoyed my cigar, beer, and watched the news. He started to slack off and I reached down and grabbed his balls and squeezed really hard. He yelped but his cock stayed rock hard. He picked up the pace. I had to piss again and stuck my cock through the seat and into his mouth. He drank it all. I was almost completely hard by the time my tank was empty. I told him to keep my cock in his mouth. It immediately rose to full mast and I began pushing it into his throat. He gagged but let me in. He serviced my cock for a while and I was on edge. I finally said "load one, here it cums." I blasted into his throat but immediately pulled out, not just to give him a taste of my baby batter, but I wanted to spray on his face and hair, which I did.
I told him that he could get up. He was shaky but I helped him to his feet and told him to take a seat on one of the two lounge chairs I had set up. Once he calmed down, I asked him what were we going to do about the continued bad behavior. He said that he guessed he should be punished. "You GUESS?" I told him that he will indeed be punished and the last session will seem like child's play compared to what he was about to get.
I stood up, grabbed his nuts, twisted them, and pulled him over to the workbench. I told him to bend over. He noticed the buttplug and asked what it was for. "That's a little parting gift." He just looked at me confused.
"Ok BOY, 5 minutes late and then there's that pesky business about your hostile attitude while driving. 30 whacks and you know the rules...count them out, thank me, and no screaming." For this session, I decided to use a wooden paddle instead on my belt. The first several swats went well. He took it like a man. "One, thank you sir, two, thank you sir." I eventually got to 30 and he didn't scream although he was dangerously close at 26.
By this time, my 8.5" thick cock was as hard as a baseball bat. I grabbed him by the hair, spun him around and told him to get on his knees. He complied. I told him to suck and to get it nice and wet as he did not earn the right for lube and the wetter he got my cock, the easier it would be for him. He sucked like his life depended on it. I yanked him up by the hair again and spun him around. I told him to reach back and spread his cheeks. I got down and started licking his rosebud. I then took a drag off the cigar, then gathered up a wad of saliva and spit some cigar spit on his hole. I stood up and touched his hole with the head of my monster cock. He started shaking. I decided I wanted him to squirm. I teased his hole but did not insert my cock. He started writhing. "Tell me what you want boy." "Sir, I want your cock." "My raw cock boy?" "Yes SIR, I want your raw cock in me." "I don't know if I'm in the mood boy. I think I should just send the video to your boss and be done with it. I should also send Brad an update on what you've been up to since he's been gone."
"PLEASE SIR, you can't do that. Fuck me. Fuck me HARD. Breed me. Make me your bitch." That was all of the encouragement I needed. I pushed in and violated the outer ring. It took his breath away. I pulled out and then immediately shoved in, not stopping until my cock was fully imbedded in his ass. "Oh my god SIR, it is SO fucking big." "Nah, it's not that big." and then I really went to town. He took it like a champ and didn't scream. Of course, one arm around his neck and a hand covering his mouth helped! I was close when I whispered in his ear. "Breeding you now, You are my bitch." I blasted deep inside him. When it stopped, I slowly pulled out and told him to clench his cheeks and not lose any. I grabbed the butt plug and shoved it into his hole. "You are to leave that in your hole until before you go to bed. I want my cum in you to remind you that you are my bitch. I also want a video of you removing it from your hole and you will send it to me."
I then pulled him up and shoved him to his knees and told him to clean me up. When I felt like he did an adequate job, I started to piss. He started drinking but then I pulled out and he gave me a puzzled look. I then proceeded to piss all over his face, chest, and in his hair. I finished and told him to get dressed and get the fuck out. He asked if he could shower before leaving. "No way. You are going home like that full of dried cum and piss." "Please sir, we live in an upscale building, I cannot walk through the lobby looking and smelling like this." I told him that it was his problem, not mine and again told him to get the fuck out. He quickly dressed and said, "Please don't tell Brad." I told him that I wouldn't. (my fingers were crossed behind my back). He went to the door, turned around, and said "Thank you SIR." And then he was gone.
To be continued.