Jerry's POV

To commemorate our new relationship, Robert and I went out to breakfast and I five pancakes the size of my head.

I slapped Robert's hand away for the ninth time. "Stop trying to steal my bacon."

Robert pouted. "I'm your Dominant, boy. Service me." He opened his mouth.

My face went totally red, but I grumpily gave him half of my bacon. He munched away and smiled at me.

"That's the last servicing you get until I get my scene tonight," I said, shivering with delight.

Robert and I were extra cutesy today. I had my feet planted in his lap and he was holding my hand from across the table. It was definitely an obnoxious sight to people who hated couples.

My heart swelled all over again. We were a couple. Robert was my boyfriend. We were the people that miserable sad folks glared at. I loved that!

Robert smirked. "I can't wait for your scene tonight." He leaned back and scribbled his signature on the check. Our server popped over to collect it. "But first, we're meeting Aidan and Finn at the club for construction."

My jaw dropped. "Construction?!"

Robert nodded solemnly. "We need to build a wall."

Fast-forward thirty minutes later, and I was standing over a pile of plywood with my three friends. We had blocked off the construction corner with a wide black curtain, that way nobody would notice it when the club was open again tonight.

Robert gestured at it with a grin. "All we have to build is three walls, boys. How hard can that be? I watched videos on YouTube yesterday."

Aidan stared at him. "Are you paying us for this?"

"The whole point of this is so that I don't have to pay people," Robert grumbled. "Now come watch this YouTube video with me."

Finn wrapped his arm up in mine and winked. "So...did you get peed on last night?"

I grimaced. "Well...no, because I got punished instead. But get this: we're dating now! Eep! That's my boyfriend, right over there. Three feet away."

Robert looked up from the video and waved.

Aidan tossed his head back and groaned. "First my ex-husband, now my friend: what is wrong with you?" he stared at me hopelessly. "I asked you to not do this to me. This is why I like dogs more than people."

I pointed at him. "Shush and build a wall. I can have whatever mans I want, thanks very much."

After about ten minutes of Robert holding a black box to the ceiling and muttering, "Where are the joists?" he exclaimed, "Yes, they're parallel!"

Aidan sighed. "Thank fuck that they're parallel."

Finn and I exchanged confused looks. "I dunno man," I muttered. "I'm just here to that we can go home faster and he can pee on me. Did you hear that, Robert? PEE."

Robert made a grumpy face. "Trust me, I know you want to get peed on."

I ignored the look that the boys sent me and went back to loudly gossiping with Finn about the scene I'd done with Robert last night. As we sat on the floor and chattered away, Aidan and Robert were standing on ladders, drawing weird lines on the ceiling and floor, and dangling things from strings.

"How much money do you wanna bet that they're winging it?" Finn muttered.

Robert glanced up fast as lightening. "I work at Home Depot," was his only answer.

I stared at them as they drew random things and debated about joists, floor plates, and studs.

"Oh, I'm positive," I mumbled.

It took so long to construct that Finn and I ordered food for lunch.

All I wanted was to get peed on. That was it! Why was it taking a million years?

It needed to just happen already!

They actually ended up calling us to carry wood and hold things still as they were drilled. By the time hours had gone by, we had the framework of the walls, and it was kind of cool to see how the whole thing was coming together.

What was even more cool, though, was when Robert sent me a knowing look. "Are you ready to be peed on, boy?"

"FUCK YES!"

"That's our cue to leave," Aidan muttered, grabbing Finn's hand and waving goodbye.

"You know you're horny for it, Aidan!" I called after him. He walked faster.

Robert held out his hand, sending me a warm smile. "Alright, I've made you wait long enough. We'll do our scene now and have time to relax before the club opens."

I squealed and dashed to the private room, Robert following closely behind. He caught me up in his arms before we went in, just so he could kiss me.

We tumbled into the room like new lovers, kissing and clinging to each other and moaning. I hopped up into his arms and he carried me to the bed.

We kissed there for a few minutes, just feeling the affect of being together and being happy. When he finally pulled away, he smiled at me. "Alright, boy, you know where you should be at the beginning of a scene."

My breath caught in my throat and I got hard in an instant. A simple order from him was enough to turn me on, especially when he was looking at me like that.

I slowly tugged off my clothes, giving him a nice long look. I folded them and put them on the table, because he would probably have something to say about disrespect if I didn't. And finally, I faced him and dropped to my knees.

This time, I didn't almost crack my patella. Progress.

Master Robert stood over me and smirked. "What do you want to get out of this scene, boy? I know you've been excited about it for a long time."

I took a moment to think about why I wanted this. I thought it was hot in porn...but why?

"Humiliation," I muttered. "And feeling...I guess, like I'm lesser. That's what I want."

Robert smirked. "I think I can make that happen. Close your eyes."

And just like that, I trusted him again. I shut my eyes and waited, honestly expecting Robert to just spray me with piss and call it a day. Instead, I heard him moving around the room. He drew my arms around my back and handcuffed them there. Then he moved away again.

"Open."

When I opened my eyes, there was a black sheet laying on the floor in front of us.

Robert grinned. "It's technically a water proof bed sheet, but it'll work for this as well. Crawl to my feet."

Shit. Nothing was more arousing than being told to crawl to your Master. I shuffled on my knees to center of the black sheet. Smirking at me, Master Robert tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room.

I could already tell by looking at him that he was aroused. Because when he was aroused, he looked at me like he wanted to see me spanked.

"Suck your Master off, would you?" Master Robert said, head tilting and smirk almost cruel.

I used my teeth to tug at his jeans, managing to pop the button. It wasn't easy to tug them down, but Master Robert was kind enough to help me.

I nearly drooled when I got his cock free. I wasted no time in putting him in my mouth, nearly worshipping him with how thoroughly I bobbed my head up and down. I focused on his moans and the areas that made his hand tighten in my hair.

"Mm, take it deeper," he growled, tugging at my hair and pulling me down more. I could feel how close he was creeping towards my gag reflex, but I met his eyes and relaxed. "Oh, you're beautiful," Master Robert growled, pulling me down farther.

I locked eyes with his and swallowed around his cock, feeling tears prick at my eyes. I breathed through my nose, but nothing could escape the feeling of being used by my Master, and looking into his delighted eyes.

He pulled out and I gasped for breath. Without giving me more than a second to recover, he held me tight and thrusted back in slowly. "You'll take it deeper this time, won't you? Mm, that turned you on, I can tell. My delightful little slut."

Being called a slut by Master Robert was officially the hottest thing in the world. My cock throbbed, and I wanted to prove to him that he was right. That I could swallow his entire cock without effort.

I relaxed my throat and took him deeper. Master Robert held my head and thrusted gently into my throat until I was gagging, and he went for a second longer than that. "Good boy," he praised, an edge of condescension. "You almost took the whole thing. Turn around for me."

Fuck, there was nothing hotter than the way he was talking to me. I lost myself to the dark fantasy of my bossy Master, intent on using my body to get off. He lowered my chest to the ground and smacked the ass that was bared to him.

"Fucking beautiful sight, boy," he sighed. "I can't wait to mark you as mine."

Heat burned in the pit of my stomach, bringing me closer to orgasm. I was already on edge after my denial yesterday, and sinfully sexy, possessive Master Robert was only increasing that feeling.

I gasped against the floor as he stretched me by pressing two lubed fingers at once. He scissored me gently, but briefly. After only a few minutes of preparation, I felt my evil boyfriend's cock against my hole.

I was whining before it went in, which earned a solid smack to my ass.

"Too bad," he cooed. "It'll hurt a little, sure. But don't you want to make me orgasm quickly? You have to be tight for that."

I had a moment of my dominant is an evil villain line of thinking, where I realized that not only was he not peeing on me, but he was talking like I wasn't getting an orgasm.

And before I could verbally express my irritation, my Master pressed his cock inside and I was met with a headrush of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, fuck, ow, fuck, holy shit—" I stuttered out, grunting at the paint and moaning at the pleasure it left behind. Master Robert smacked my ass and called me a good boy, but he didn't slow down.

The moment he was fully inside, he tugged my head back hard enough to kiss me and smirk. "You're so obedient," he told me, before grabbing my hip and thrusting inside.

I screamed against the floor, moving my hips to either meet his thrusts or escape them. My head was filled with pleasure, even though I felt filled to the max and stretched farther than I was used to.

"Sweet thing, that's exactly right," Master cooed, tugging on my hair hard enough to cause pain. "Let your Master use you for just a minute, okay? You feel so fucking good, boy—"

Then he pulled out and I cried out, begging for more. "Fuck, Master, please—"

"Thank you, boy." He lifted me back up and stood, so we were back in our original position. "Open up for me."

Eyes filled with tears, I opened up my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I felt the ache of my knees, the burn of my ass, and the stinging that his smacks has left over. But I forgot the sensations the moment Master Robert started jacking his cock in front of me.

"Oh, fuck yes," I moaned, once I realized what he was doing. "Please, oh fuck—"

"Please what? Tell me what you want, sweet boy."

"Please come on me," I gasped, looking up at his smirk and trying to plead with my eyes. "All I want is you to mark me, like you said. Please—"

A cool smile spread on his lips. "I didn't think you wanted my cum, little slut. Tell me what it is that you want from me? It's disgusting, isn't it?"

I throbbed even harder as he slapped his heavy cock against my tongue. "Please..." Fuck, it was so hard to ask for. My cheeks burned pick as I mumbled, "I asked for you to piss on me, Sir."

His smile was downright wicked. "Fucking filthy little slut. I'll do you that favor."

Master Robert looked at me like I was here to please him; like my pleasure came second. And it turned me on like nothing else in this world.

My cock throbbed with the humiliation of it, with the excitement of how taboo it was, and with the scathing look that my Master sent me.

I almost whined with disappointment as he aimed at my chest. My heartbeat quickened as my Master mocked me for being filthy, for wanting the dirtiest things.

And then I received what I'd been begging for for so long. It was a sensation that I didn't expect; the warmth and the intimacy and the place, with him, where there wasn't true shame.

Drops ran down my abs and left shivers in their wake. I looked up at him and he cupped my jaw, almost forcing my mouth open, before resting the tip of his cock on my tongue and allowing me to savor the last bit.

Some fucking kink demon must've took over my soul in that moment, because I closed my eyes and groaned. And when Master Robert finally did jack his cock and cum onto my face, my eyelids opened and I said, "Fuck, thank you Sir."

"You may come, filthy slut," Master Robert said, lowering my head back onto his softening cock.

I closed my eyes, cleaned his cock like it was a fucking honor, and came harder than I ever had in my entire life.

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