I woke up the next morning and jumped in the shower. I usually shower at night because I like to sleep in as late as possible. But, I was nervous about what was to come and knew it would be more severe if I wasn't thoroughly clean. I covered my hand with soap and cleaned my crack and my rim like always before slowly inserting a finger inside. My cock flinched and tingled in response to the first penetration my hole had experienced. It was a foreign feeling, but one I knew would become familiar soon. I couldn't help myself. I was a horny teenager and the last two days I had been repeatedly stimulated, giving blowjobs to my dream daddy and had no release whatsoever.
I knew Senator Davis's command and I even thought about texting him to ask for permission to cum. But I was already in the shower, begging for release, and the finger in my hole was taunting me. I finally grabbed my rock hard cock with my free hand and used the soap to relieve the strain that had been begging to be released for days. I thought of Senator Davis's cock replacing my finger and pictured his face in my mind as I tugged and quickly reached orgasm, spasming and groaning as spurt after spurt landed on the shower floor and twirled down the drain. I knew I was in trouble.
My father was suddenly effusive of Senator Davis. Before my internship, it was always a mixed bag of complaints and good days. I thought my dad hated the senator at times. But now, every morning, our car rides consisted almost exclusively of him telling me what a good man he was and what an opportunity I had this summer. I just quietly agreed with my dad. I was afraid I was not going to meet the friendly version of the man today, especially after the mistake I made this morning.
We said our farewells as the elevator door opened and we went our separate ways. I checked in with Senator Davis and asked if there was anything I could get him.
"Coffee, son. Grab it before you get here each morning from now on."
I hurried to the kitchen chiding myself for not thinking of that myself. I panicked over how he liked his coffee. Dark roast with a splash of half and half? I remember him pouring in an unmeasured amount and wondered how to replicate it. I opened the fridge, grabbed the carton, and splashed some in his steaming cup. As I re-entered his office, he told me to shut the door behind me. I handed him his coffee and he took a sip. I waited for a reaction, but didn't really get one so I assumed he was satisfied.
"Let's see how you did, boy. Pants down."
I unzipped my pants and dropped them, turning and bending my exposed backside to him. I felt his big hands cusp each cheek and gently pull to expose my hole. I was stunned that I was instantly getting hard again having recently jacked off and with the mix of guilt and nervousness that consumed me. But his touch filled me with lust regardless.
"Much better." He gave a soft spank and returned to his desk. I pulled my pants back up, relieved that I at least passed that test.
"That's my hole now, and I expect it to always be that clean. You understand?"
"Yes sir."
I remembered his command to look him in the eyes when speaking and was worried he could somehow read my thoughts - that he would see it in my eyes that I had disobeyed this morning, cumming without his permission.
"Anything else this morning, sir?"
He simply shook his head before inquiring "Are you all squared away for this evening?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Do you remember the place?"
"No sir." I lied. I don't know why I did.
He scribbled out his address on a mini note pad and tore it off for me.
"Thank you, sir."
"I'll be in a meeting most of the day to go over that bill with colleagues. So you'll be free to do as you like but I will need you to grab me lunch. I'll text you when we're on break to come bring me a water bottle and get my order."
"Yes sir."
I spent most of the morning on my phone. I had found a nice, quiet corner about 20 yards from his office that seemed to be a place that people didn't pass often. I texted friends, scrolled through social media and played some games all morning long until my alarm went off. I had set a timer for 10am to go find the room he told me he'd be in. I still wasn't very familiar with the layout of the building and wanted to be ready for him when he texted. After finding the room, I headed toward the nearest vending machine I knew of to wait by it and get the water right when he texted so it would be as cold as possible. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself, half smiling.
He texted me a few minutes later and I grabbed the water and hurried to his meeting room, eager to please.
"Thanks, son." He opened it right away and took a swig. "Grab me a burrito bowl from Chipotle and feel free to get yourself something, too." He handed me a $100 dollar bill and a note with how he liked his meal. "We'll be on lunch right around noon."
"Yes, sir." He went back inside the room and I headed off towards my corner.
The day was pretty slow and uneventful. Other than grabbing him lunch, he didn't have anything for me to do. He finally came back to his office at half til 5 and gathered his things to leave.
"See ya soon, boy," he winked as he went on his way.
My nerves were debilitating. I hardly touched my dinner, telling my parents that I had a big lunch when they pressed what was wrong with me. I rushed off, telling them I was going out with friends. By the time I pulled up to the senator's house, I could feel my pulse in my throat. Last time I pulled up to this house, I was on the verge of tears, escorted by a cop, fearing the legal consequences of my actions and resulting fallout for my family. Tonight, I wasn't sure what I feared but it seemed so much more daunting.
I froze at his doorstep, arm shaking as I reached out to knock. I hesitated, but the door opened anyway. He was still in his suit and had this determination in his eyes that drove me wild. He pulled me inside and, after closing the door, turned me around and pushed me up against it. His left hand held my hands together, behind my back as his big, powerful body pressed me awkwardly against the door. A cold metal met my wrist, and with a click I knew he was cuffing me. I wanted him to take me right there. He drove his weight into me and leaned in, speaking lowly. "It's time for your sentencing, boy."
I felt possessed.
He released me and turned me away from the door, placed his arm in the center of my back and led me down his stairs. He sat me down in a lone chair in the middle of a room. He stood over me menacingly, ready to serve as my judge.
"You are charged on account of driving under the influence of drugs, reckless driving, and exceeding the speed limit." His brow lifted and he smirked. "How does the defendant plea?"
"Guilty, you're honor."
"Having pled no contest, you shall hereby serve three months of voluntary servitude. You are ordered to submit to your master's will and follow command with exact obedience. Failure to meet these terms means that you forfeit your plea deal and will be tried in court according to your crimes. Do you accept these terms?"
