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We had been chatting online for some time, exchanging full and frank details about our likes, dislikes, hopes, fears and so much more.  We had explained our personal and vanilla backgrounds for context. I considered myself a gay top, him a straight sub. We are both middle aged. The time was right for our first meeting. 

We had agreed to meet at a nondescript hotel in a business park outside London where I had booked a room for the night.  I’d made sure it was a reasonably sized room, both to give us space to play but also so our noises might not be overheard.

We’d agreed to meet in the hotel bar initially and I’d given you strict instructions on what you were to wear.

I was dressed casually in brown brogues, Levi jeans and a smart open-necked casual shirt and tweed blazer type jacket.

You, on the other hand, wore smart black leather business shoes, a navy business suit – the trousers of which were one size too small for you – and a crisp white shirt with a brightly coloured floral tie a la Jon Snow.  Underneath it all, I had requested you wear a plain pink cotton thong.  I’d left it to you if they were male or female.

We sat on tall stools at the bar.  I could see the outline of your cock in the crotch of your tight trousers, but the rest of the bar could not – you’d kept your jacket on.

We sat and chatted casually about mundane items such as the weather, the journey there and some current news stories.  We stayed there for two pints of ice-cold lager each – even though you’d told me you did not normally drink beer.

When we’d finished the last pint, I said, rather more loudly than necessary, “it’s time to take this up to my room”. I could see you squirm, and I knew you wanted to say ‘shoost’ but daren’t.

As we got down from the stools, I told you to take your jacket off and fold it over the crook of your arm.  Your extremely tight trousers were now on display for the rest of those in the bar to see.  Although I think they were all too engrossed in their own conversations to notice. – but who knows maybe someone stole a glance.  It didn’t matter as the embarrassment for you was there anyway.

As we entered the lift, I looked up, noticing the CCTV camera top right front of the car.  I stood facing the lift car door but made you stand facing the back.  I reached around and pulled your shirttail from the back of your trousers tucking it up under itself so that a little bit of naked flesh was showing but more importantly the whale tail of your lovely pink thong.  I wondered if anyway would see the CCTV footage at some point.  You were oblivious to it even though you could see in the mirrors what I had done.

I pressed the button for our floor.  You squirmed hoping we didn’t stop at any other floor in between, as when the doors opened anyone waiting there would get an eyeful. It didn’t.

We arrived at our floor and walked along the corridor to our room.  I suspect there may well have been other CCTV cameras in the lift vestibule and corridor, but I couldn’t see any. I knew how much you would have hated the humiliation of what we had just done.  It set the scene for the rest of the evening.

When we got in the room you could at once see that I had been in before we came up.  The lights were on full, the aircon temperature was turned up and on the bed were an assortment of tools and implements;

• Handcuffs
• various different sized butt plugs
• ropes
• a spreader bar
• a gag
• a hood
• nipple clamps
• a paddle and
• some canes.

You were instructed to hang your jacket up in the wardrobe and then stand in the centre of the room with your hands on your head.  I stood very close to you. You could feel my body heat and smell my deodorant and aftershave.  I walked slowly around you inspecting everything but not touching.  I could hear from your breathing your apprehension.

We had not discussed what would happen at this first meeting.  Whilst we knew each other’s fetishes and likes we had agreed to no limits other than a safe word that would stop everything and end the session immediately.

I gently removed your tie and then grabbed the collar of your shirt ripping it apart all the way to the bottom.  It opened fully with most of the buttons popping and flying to the four corners of the room.  Your face was a picture, but you could not, dare not, protest.

The room had plenty of space around the bed and space enough for two armchairs and a small side table.  I sat down and asked that you serve us some drinks.

“In the minibar, you’ll find some pint tumblers and a large bottle of chilled still mineral water.  Please serve a small glass to me and a full tumbler for yourself”. “Stay standing in front of me and drink the glass in one go.  Then pour another one and drink that too”.

By now you had not emptied your bladder for a couple of hours and had drunk four pints of cold liquid.  Soon you would start to squirm.  But first, it was my turn.

“I need to go for a pee,” I said.  “I want you to come and help me please”

We went into the bathroom together.  There was plenty of room in the bathroom and as I stood in front of the toilet, seat and lid up, I got you to come and stand behind me and slightly to the right of me.

“I want you to reach around to undo my belt, then my fly, then reach into my briefs and pull out my penis in order than I can pee slut”.

You reach around, undo the belt, unbutton the fly on my Levi’s and then pull the waistband of my white CK briefs down to take out my soft penis and point it at the toilet.

“You’ll need to pull back the foreskin otherwise it will splash everywhere!”

“Now hold it steady as I relieve myself.  I don’t want any piss anywhere but in the toilet pan”

As a straight guy, the humiliation and embarrassment of having to stand there holding a gay guy’s cock as he pisses was second to none.  Little did you know what else was to come!

As the stream of urine drew to a close, I asked you to shake my cock thoroughly and then button everything back up again.

Watching someone else piss had triggered a need for you to have a pee and you asked, “Please Sir, may I have a piss now?  I’m really desperate after watching that.”

“Not yet, you’ll need to hang on for a little bit yet” I replied.  The discomfort on your face was a picture!

We went back out into the room where you were once more instructed to stand in the centre of the room hands on your head.

“Okay now take your shoes off and place them beside you on the floor.  Leave your socks on for now”

Once you had done that, I walked up to you and unbuttoned the top fastening of your suit trousers and then grabbed both sides of the trousers and yanked open the fly breaking the zipper and revealing more of your lovely pink thong.

“Now take off the trousers and hand them to me”

I take them from you and empty the pockets.  Then grasping the back seam, rip them open too but just by a couple of inches.  With no change of clothing with you, the realisation that you’re going to have to leave the hotel and drive home with a shirt that doesn’t fasten; a trouser fly that will be flapping open and a gap in your seat revealing your naked ass – albeit the tie and jacket may hide a bit – caused you some consternation.

“Please remove the shirt” I requested leaving you standing there in just your pretty pink thong and black socks. What a picture!  Indeed, I decided that this would be a good time to start taking some pictures.

“Now please take your shoes and place them outside the door” Again your face was a picture as your mind considered what will I do.  Will he shut the door on me as I place them outside; will there be someone else in the corridor that might see me?  Oh, the embarrassment.

I stay seated and allow the shoes to be placed outside and instruct you to stand in the centre of the room, hands on the head again.  You’re unable to stand too still now desperate to have a piss and at that, I give you permission.

“Please go and empty your bladder.  Make sure there are no dribbles on your underwear when you come back.  If there are any damp spots your punishment next will be doubled.  Leave the door open so that I may see you.

I sit and listen to you.  The stream of piss into the toilet goes on forever as I get hard myself looking in on that gorgeous ass with the pink underwear gathered around your thighs.  As the piss finishes, I watch as you shake vigorously and pull them back up.

You turn and come back into the room to face the music!

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