He had that deer caught in the headlights type of look when he saw me. He certainly didn’t expect to see me here. I should be in my air conditioned office on that high tower. Or at worst case, I should be in the car, taking a quick drive around the block, looking with detached indifference on my face as I watch the men work and toil in the sun.
But here I was, deep inside, completely out of my environment. I smiled at his awkwardness. This was supposed to be his turf, his territory. Here, he is supposed to be the boss. But yet here I am, a complete outsider, and I walked in like I own the place. And I do own the place.
I own more than just this place. I own the livelihoods of most of the people in his place too. Him included. And he knows it. Goodness knows he knows it.
I walked right up to him, trapping him from leaving the door way. I continue to walk, basically crowded him back.
“I am going to take a piss.” I said to him. Not explaining myself, of course, but a tone that simply stated a fact.
“There is no toilet here.” He said, quietly, fearing for the worst. And he is right.
“I see a toilet right here.” I said, looking him up and down. “The only problem is that my toilet isn’t on his knees yet ready to receive my piss.”
“But we are at work, the guys will come in. Like we can’t do this here. Please, don’t.” He started with reasoning, and eventually turned to begging. Fucking pathetic.
“Either you are on your knees drinking it and there is a good chance that no one will know or I am still going to piss all over your clothes. Guess which one is harder to explain?” I said with a smile.
He bend down to keep his head at the level of my cock, thinking that I will let him get away with that. Of course not.
“I said the toilet should be kneeling.” I hate repeating myself. He just earned himself more grief for that little defiance.
He reluctantly got onto his knees. I looked down at him as he moved to take the head of my cock into his soon to be urinal mouth.
“Beg me to piss in your mouth.” I said.
“What?” He asked, shocked at what I am suggesting.
“I am doing you a favour by pissing in your mouth. I want to piss all over your face. And I will. If you don’t start begging me in 5 seconds. I will piss all over you.” I said.
“But…” He started. I didn’t let him finish. I started to count.
I can see him struggle. It is one thing to even suffer silently what I am doing to him. But it is something else to make him beg for it. But regardless of his pride, by the time I reach the count of three, he really could not take the chance any more.
“Two.” I gave him my reply.
“Please give me your piss.” He said.
“What are you going to do with my piss huh?” I asked him.
“I… I…” He was looking for words, for a way out.
“I am going to drink it.” He finally collapsed.
I loved it. Loved the crushed look in his eyes and the humiliation in his voice. ”Beg for it. Beg for it properly.” I grabbed his face so his eyes are looking up into mine.
He searched my eyes, looking for a single slim bit of mercy. He found nothing. He tried to turn his head but I held him looking at me.
“Please.” He said. “Please piss in my mouth. I… I… I will drink it.“
I laughed as I let go of his head and waved my cock in front of his face. He almost didn’t take me into his mouth in time as I started to piss.
I watched him struggle with it. To his credit, he held himself together for a bit. He pooled the piss in his mouth for as long as he can until his mouth was almost overflowing. Without a clear choice, he took his first swallow. He gagged. Then gagged again.
I lightly stepped out of the way. He hurled everything he had in him all over the floor. As he is down on all fours, throwing his guts all over the place, I stepped closer to the side of him and pissed all over his head, his back, his pants, his face.
“I told you to either drink it or wear it.” I said. “I guess you decided to wear it.”
After I soaked him with piss, I took a quick glance at the time. “Oh look. Time for me to go. I have a meeting this afternoon.” I said.
He didn’t answer. He is still trying to recover from the nightmare of the last few minutes.
“Fuck you. Asshole.” I heard him mutter behind me as I was about the exit. I turned back to him with a smile on my face.
“You reminded me.” I said. “I want you to come to my office tonight.”
He looked uneasy. He wasn’t expecting me to hear and certainly wasn’t expecting more after what I had just done to him.
“I decided that tonight, I am going to fuck your ass. I am going to bend you over and rip that virgin hole of yours into shreds and make you my bitch.” I announced. “Let’s say seven o’clock. Don’t be late.”
“Fuck you.” He spat. “I will fucking die first.”
“Great idea.” I said to him. “Since I have that evidence of you substituting sub par material in our residential project, I am sure the police would be extremely interested in having a nice long chat with you about it.“
"Fuck you.” He said again. This time with a lot less certain of himself.
“There are only really two options you know. Either I fuck you and you keep your job, your status, your clean criminal record. Or you take your chances. I will arrange for you to get lots of love from the guys in jail. You are going to get your ass fucked on a nightly basis. Or multiple times daily actually. And you will lose your job, your family, your freedom, your whole fucking life.” My face was extremely sincere like this was the most normal of business interaction; my words were the most venomous like the vilest of evils.
“This is blackmail. You will go to hell for this.” He said.
“Blackmail? Oh no, of course not. My lawyer will make sure that this word won’t even begin to be associated with me at all. Just a vengeful wrongdoer who is out to slander my name. You just ensured that aside from you going to jail, your wife and kids will have to sleep on the streets because I will certainly sue for damages.” I said to him encouragingly. “Please do accuse me. The more you accuse me of, the better this is going to turn out for you."
"Fuck you. Fuck you.” He buried his face and cried.
“There there. Things aren’t so bad now that I put things into perspective isn’t it.” I said mockingly. “Why don’t you head home, get a shower, clean up your ass properly, and watch some gay porn.”
He looked up at that last suggestion, not quite expecting that.
“Yes. Gay porn. Watch how those man whores please their doms. Watch how those seemingly muscular and masculine dudes like you get on their knees and beg for cock. Learn how to be a slut and use your body to seduce me into fucking you up your man pussy.” I smirked at him.
He shuddered at my suggestions.
“It’s the only way to make life easier for yourself.” I said to him, reasonably. “You want to make life easier rather than harder right?”
He closed his eyes, I can tell tears are welling up behind his closed eyes.
“You want to please me. Right?” I said again. “You are going to watch gay porn so you can come over tonight and whore your virgin ass out to be used like the cunt that it is. Right?”
He nodded. Unable to hold it back any longer, tears fall freely from his closed eyes down his face.
I admired my conquest, the breaking of such a man for a second before turning and walking back to my car.
Absolutely delicious destruction of his spirit.
I can’t wait to destroy his body tonight.
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