This is part 3 of a planned 9 part (or maybe 12 part) series.
This story series contains material dealing with some hard-core S&M gay sex. Please do not read if you are offended with such stories.
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PART 3: SALAD DAYS
Sir Chief later replied sounding rather happy at my humiliation though he reprimanded me for having lubed my finger with spit. I was given leeway this time as it was my first offense.
I was getting antsy. I wonder when, or if, I'll get to see some action besides my hand. Will I even get to meet Sir Chief at all? And what's with all these waiting? It was driving me insane. Days would go by before I would get a response back from Sir Chief; nevertheless, I was faithful with my e-mail routine: One in the morning and one at night.
It was another weekday morning when I got my next e-mail from Sir Chief. It was another test. And like before, I got up immediately to follow instructions (so as to avoid chickening out). Simple instructions: I was to collect all my piss in a glass and drink it all up. I can do this, I told myself. To the bathroom, Batman!
Unlike that shit thing, I have to admit, I had tasted my pee before. Tasted though - not drank it... I was a kid then, curious, and so I just put a finger to my still damp dick after having peed and tasted a drop. That was it. That was also decades ago and so now I feel like a little kid again only this time, there's a tad more piss involved. I positioned a big glass under my dick and tried to pee - A few drops was all initially. I had to wait till my erection subsided - which was hard (ahem, difficult) since the whole process is making me horny. Eventually, I got the juice flowing and it almost filled the glass - it was a big freakin glass (it was, after all, my first morning pee). The glass was warm to my hand and it had that amber color - like light beer. Bringing it up close to my mouth, I could smell it and it quickly dispelled the notion that it was anything else except piss. Just do it, I thought. Here we go.. I tasted a sip then chugged the rest all the way down. I could feel the warm liquid lining my mouth and throat. Briny? Medicine-like? I cannot describe the taste exactly except to say that it tasted just like it smelled. I did not gag this time. I would like to think it was because I was much braver than I was before but I think it's simply that, to my mind at least, it was significantly less gross than eating shit. I reported to Sir Chief immediately after. And you can probably guess what I did next? Yes, I absolutely did - I jacked-off.
The only thing about that test that bothered me somewhat, happened later that morning, while I was at the office, I burped, and it wasn't at all pleasant.
Sir Chief later congratulated me on a job well done. He said I deserve some spanking when we finally meet. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
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After over a week of silence from Sir Chief, he sent me another e-mail with a new rule. I was not to touch my dick, masturbate, or cum, unless he gives me permission. I could, however, if I was in dire need of relief, beg for his permission. He told me this on a Sunday, by Tuesday night I was blue-balling and groveling on my e-mail to Sir Chief to let me cum. I was expecting (fearing) that he wouldn't reply till the week after, but by Thursday morning he replied. He told me to IM him at 10pm later that night. I was to have my web-cam ready and be totally naked before making the connection.
Needless to say, I could hardly wait for that night – my concentration at the office was shot. Finally, I'll get to see Sir Chief.
When I did connect later that evening, Sir Chief's video-feed only showed a close up photo of his asshole. I could hear his voice though – he sounded much younger than I imagined him to be but he did speak with command and not some undecided faker. That was a good sign. First thing he had me do was to kiss the picture of his bung hole. l leaned over to the computer monitor and kissed it. I would have felt ridiculous doing it, except that I thought his hole was just beautiful. It was totally hairless and pink and puckered just right. It simply had to be kissed.
He then had me sit at the edge of my desk chair, lean back, and lift my legs up and spread it open for him. I rested my legs on the computer table.
"Now look at the camera and show me what a cheap whore you are."
"Use your tongue and hands and your whole body, damn it! You're my fucking slave boi - not my accountant, idiot!"
I thought of all the porn sites I've gone to - specially the straight ones and tried to imitate how the women put up a show. I was feeling myself up. Licking my finger and what not.
"Yeah," Sir Chief said in what sounded like a growl.
He was probably stroking his meat while watching me. And that thought only made me want to rev it up all the more. I got into it. Really into it. His words, the way he talked to me and gave me instructions was just mesmerizing - hypnotic almost. It's sexy - a strange rare feeling for me. I guess, it's because I'm a bit insecure about my body. It's not that I'm totally out of shape. Yes, the divorce had fattened me up a bit - what with all the beer and general lethargy. But me sexy - maybe not. But I digressed, I'm sorry.
I pulled on my ball sack with one hand and rubbed my cock with the other - Shit, I shouldn't do this, I thought, I could have easily cummed at that point. I made some motions like I was humping the computer screen (Like I said, I really got into this webcam thing). After awhile of that, Sir Chief had me get some baby oil.
"Sorry, sir, but I don't have any."
"Lube, then."
"None, sir."
"Lotion. Tell me you have some lotion."
I shook my head as I answered no.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Problem solved eventually. I was slick and shiny like a toaster - not an inch of me was left dry - not my face and not even my hair. With what? Well, with the only thing I could find besides WD-40 and that's EVOO - extra virgin olive oil. I was so slippery I was sliding down my leather desk chair. It took some effort to keep myself somewhat upright. Not only that, I smelled like a salad. If you poured croutons on me I probably would eat myself. Maybe I should have used the WD instead.
"Quit squirming and finger fuck yourself."
"I'm sorry, what did you sir?" I said as I tried to prop myself up in my chair.
"I hate repeating myself," sir said, "I said finger fuck yourself now, boi!"
I couldn't see the computer screen well at that position - my head was almost to the seat, but I dared not stop anymore. Not that I wanted to anyway, it felt good. I obeyed every thing sir said:
"Slide two fingers inside that pussy, boi... Keep spreading those legs open... Put those fingers all the way in, boi. Wouldn't you like your master's cock inside you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then fuck yourself faster and harder 'coz that's how I'll be fucking you."
"Sir, yes, sir!"
I finger-fucked myself like crazy to the point that I even thought I came but I didn't actually. Fuck, that was great - I wanted to take a breather or to slow down at least.
"Keep it up boi." Sir Chief said like he was reading my thoughts.
And kept it up I did. I so wanted to cum, my left hand was inching up to my cock, touching it once in a while.
"Do you want to cum, boi?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then beg me for permission."
"Please, Sir Chief, please let me cum. Please let me cum as I imagine your big cock fucking my pussy, sir. I am so close sir. I wanna cum while you watch me sir. I beg you sir, please let me cum." And all those words just came spilling out of me.
"Go ahead, boi, you have my permission but don't touch that nub you call a dick."
I can't imagine how I would do that. I finger fucked myself more earnestly, humping the air as I did. But I couldn't come. I've never done it without any direct contact on my dick - I don't think I can. After a long while of this, I guess sir sensed this too.
"Go ahead, boi, you can touch your dick."
As quickly as he said it, I was pumping my stick with abandon. No more waiting, no more holding back. I shot my load here, and there, and here, and there, and there,... and there. Ohhhh, no other thought just, ohhh.
"What are you going to say, boi." This after a long silence on his end. It was such a great orgasm - for a while there I even forgot about Sir Chief. He probably came too.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you for letting me cum." I said huffing like I ran a marathon.
Sir Chief had me look for all my cum drops and to lick them all clean. I did of course and it was all worth it, even though I felt greasy all over - it was all worth it. I haven't had a release that good in a very very very long time.