suitedsubmissive:I’d always hated using a urinal at the office, or anywhere else for that ma
suitedsubmissive: I’d always hated using a urinal at the office, or anywhere else for that matter. I never liked to show my, ahhh, shortcomings in public, and always went to a stall or a urinal at the end. But tonight, I was at work rather late, and I thought the place was mostly empty. Plus, I really had to go. I had just unzipped and pulled out my penis when I heard the washroom door open. “Shit!” I thought to myself, as I heard the clack of wing tips on the tile floor behind me. I couldn’t very well zip up now and leave, so I decided to hurry and get out as quickly as I could. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a guy in a charcoal suit stand right next to me. “Oh, hello, Sir…I thought you had left.” Shit! It was one of our firms new hires, Derek Anderson. He was a cocky young guy who I had taken an instant dislike to. In fact, I had given him several warnings about his attitude and sloppy work habits in the short time he had been here. Now I really had to get out of here. I tried to stop mid-stream, but couldn’t stem the flow. Suddenly, I heard Derek let out a short laugh and a snort. Startled I turned my head, and I could see him looking right at my crotch, a sneer on his face and an evil gleam in his eyes. “Goddam,” he said, “Are you fucking kidding me with that thing? Is that little nub of skin really your cock?” My face got hot and red, and I began to stammer and try to zip up. “No way, man…I gotta get a better look at this.” He reached over and I was shocked when he took my dick and balls in his hand. I was still dribbling piss, which he seemed not care about. I tried to pull away, but Derek tightened his grip. “Fucking hell, you’re a small boy, aren’t you boss? I can barely even see that pathetic thing through your pubes! Damn it, that can’t be more than what…two inches? I’m working with five here.” With that he turned and I saw his thick, uncut cock…larger soft than mine had ever been hard. I was speechless, I couldn’t form a coherent thought, humiliation had taken complete hold over me. As Derek continued laughing and fondling my dick, a stream of piss dribbled out of his cockhead and splashed right on my polished leather shoes. “Oops…looks like I got some on you,” chucked Derek. “And you got some on my hand, too.” He released my cock and wiped his wet hand on my jacket lapel, soaking it with my own piss. I was so overcome by shame, I couldn’t even muster anger at his actions. “And to think you’ve been acting like a big shot around here, giving me attitude. I think that’s going to change, boy, don’t you?” Derek shook a few last drops of piss off and onto my suit pants before zipping up. I just stood here…my tiny little cocklette still exposed, my head bowed in shame. He walked to the sink to wash his hands, “Yes, boy, from now on, you’re going to treat me with the respect that I deserve. After all, you’re nothing more than a small-cocked faggot. I ought to expose you to the whole office, but I’m feeling generous. Tomorrow, we’ll discuss my promotion and increased salary. And we’ll take it from there, boy!” It was all I could do to mumble my assent, knowing that I had to do as Derek ordered. I realized I had no authority left, no dignity, nothing. I was under his control. “Oh, and one more thing, boy. I want you to take care of those pubes tonight. Shave ‘em all off. Only men have hair…and you’re only pretending to be a man,” Derek said as he walked out the door. A sob escaped my lips and I sank, defeated, to the floor, right into the puddle of piss that my former subordinate had left for me. -- source link
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