Noah was visibly crying as I dragged him onto the cold hard bathroom floor. I had no interest in hiding my anger from him. I was enjoying a perfectly good fart session, and he had the gall to ruin it with his insolence. My horniness had been placed by white hot anger, and Noah was going to have to pay for it.
I slid Noah into the corner of the bathroom and slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it. The other employees almost certainly had heard it, but I didn't care. This wasn't the first time, and they were almost certainly just glad they weren't suffering my wrath in Noah's place. This would likely just inspire them to work harder and avoid this pathetic creature's fate.
I waddled over to Noah and looked down at him. If I wasn't so angry, his pathetic trembling would have almost evoked pity from me. Noah didn't deserve pity though, he deserved punishment, and that was what he was going to get. I leaned forward and spat on his quivering face.
"You are forbidden from lying to your Boss, worm," I shouted. "Who do you think you are?"
Noah choked out a reply. "I...I'm sorry! I just couldn't take it anymore!"
"Couldn't take it anymore?" I replied, my anger growing. "Do you know how many jobless people would kill to suck up my farts for minimum wage, just to stay off the streets. You ungrateful brat!"
I reached down and slapped Noah across the face. His eyes widened with fear as tears welled up in them.
"I'm so sorry!" he cried out. "Please, don't fire me! I'll do anything, I promise!"
I stood up straight and crossed my arms. "I don't know if I believe you," I answered. "You lied to me earlier and couldn't even complete the simplest of tasks."
"Please!" he begged. "I'll prove it to you, just give me a chance!"
I rolled my eyes at this pathetic display. "We're at the point of punishment, not proving, slave," I answered. "Once you've suffered, then we'll talk about earning my trust again."
Noah gulped. "...punishment?" he croaked out.
"Yes, punishment," I replied. "What did you expect? A sternly worded letter from HR about sucking down farts better? There's only one way to make you understand what you've done."
Noah's face went white as I towered over him. I remained silent for a few minutes, letting him suffer as he pondered what could be in store for him. I of course already knew, but anticipation was an exquisite punishment in and of itself.
Once I felt Noah had pondered enough, I bent over and pressed both of my hands on his shoulders, flattening him onto the bathroom tile on his back. I then stepped over him, his head now invisible beneath my large stomach. I remained there for a few moments, letting him take in the raw power my massive form had over his pathetic body. In a few moments he'd be flattened and trapped beneath me, and he knew it.
I smiled, beginning to feel a bit better, as I slowly lowered my crotch onto his face. My thighs burned with the effort, keeping my body steady was no easy task. I could hear Noah let out a gasp of surprise as my hairy pussy pressed into his face. I let out a sigh of relief as I lowered myself onto him, letting his body take the brunt of my weight instead of my trembling thighs.
"Open your mouth and do not close it under any circumstances," I ordered. "You are not to do anything else. Slaves don't get the pleasure of my wonderful pussy, especially disobedient ones."
Noah let out a muffled "mmmph" in acknowledgement. I could feel him straining underneath my full weight. I had no sympathy for him or his suffering however. It was time for him to learn the cost of angering his Boss.
I shifted my weight slightly, working to get comfortable on my new seat. Each slave boy I'd used in the past was slightly different. The contours of their body, their size, their shape, the amount they struggled, it all varied from person to person. Part of the fun of breaking a new one in was experiencing all of this again. My shifting was clearly uncomfortable for Noah below, which made it all the more enjoyable for me.
Before long I found a comfortable position and let the muscles in my lower body relax. I pulled my phone out and began to scroll through some work emails while I waited for my body to do its thing. After ten minutes or so, I felt a twinge from my bladder and smiled. It was time.
"Remember Noah, keep that mouth open no matter what," I ordered. "Angering me again will have serious consequences."
The poor thing likely had no idea what was coming next. How could he? Very few people would treat a fellow human being this way, which made the taboo experience even more delicious. Empowered by the thought, I bore down on my pelvic muscles, signaling for my bladder to release. The flow started as a trickle, and when the first drop of hot yellow piss hit Noah's tongue, he began to thrash.
The resistance was always my favorite part. As the flow of urine sped up, Noah's mouth began to fill. He instinctively struggled to avoid drowning in piss, but there was no chance he'd break free. Before too long, he'd realize what he'd need to do. Noah was slower to pick up on things than most, which was part of the reason why I chose him for this new role.
Predictably Noah struggled until the last moment, his mouth nearly full of piss. The hot bitter soup had nowhere to go, his mouth was sealed against my pussy by the sheer weight of my body. I grinned as Noah suddenly stopped struggling, and I relished in the brief moment where he'd likely be realizing he had to swallow. This swallow was no sip either. A mouth can hold more than a pint glass of urine, and Noah was going to have to chug to catch up. There was zero chance that I'd help him by stopping the stream now. He was going to choke or drink, and that was that.
Noah chose to swallow. I felt his muscles contract as he took a deep drink of bitter piss. His legs kicked as he struggled to choke it down, which only made me hornier. Before he could even finish the first gulp, his mouth was full again. He began to rapidly swallow, chugging the seemingly never-ending contents of my bladder. I laughed loudly and deeply, my belly rumbling, as the full-on chugging process began.
I clenched hard and kept up the flow. Noah raced against my bladder, filling his stomach with my golden torment. I could hear the piss sloshing around in him as he struggled to keep up. If everything went as expected, he'd be full soon and his body would start pushing back. As if on cue, I felt Noah thrash suddenly after a gulp.
"Now now, I know you're full," I cooed. "But a toilet doesn't complain, and that's all you are right now. You'll just have to be quiet and suck it all down like a good slave."
Noah made a pathetic begging noise, but didn't stop trying to drink. His gulps were soon punctuated with gags, but my bladder still wasn't empty quite yet. Beneath me Noah began to convulse and sputter, and I sighed. Not wanting the pathetic creature to pass out, I finally relented on the stream just a bit. He calmed down and swallowed the final gulps, my bladder now entirely emptied into his stomach.
I slid forward and rubbed my wet pussy in his hair to clean up and dry off. Good slaves would get the reward of licking me clean, but Noah certainly hadn't earned that today. Once fully dried off, I rolled off him and bent forward on all fours, pressing my ass near his face.
