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Guys, I appreciate those of you that contacted me and gave me some suggestions what the boys could do to me to make me go even lower. Guys, I hope you like my story so far. Please let me know if you do or not. I write my stories because I can't find a young Master in my small town to own me but I'm looking for one. I think it would be awesome to make a DVD too, lol. Thanks again, tom dickson, a one balled faggot slave dad needing a son to submit to. For now it's fun to write about being blackmailed by twinks and forced to do whatever they want but I wonder how low I would go if I had a real Master. Everyone has limits but would I give them up to please my Master. I may, but if he broke my will and I was unable to say no to him he would be able to make me do whatever he wants no matter how degrading and humiliating it may be. Maybe some day if I find a Master I will find out.
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My Boss Is A Fucking Faggot, Now I Own Him
Chapter 1
Guys, first let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Cody Larson and graduated from the U of M in June with a degree in finance. I'm studying to take the state boards to get my brokers license to be taken in January. In the meantime I was lucky enough to get a job as a researcher in the top brokerage in the state. I've been here for four months now and working my ass off. I want to impress my boss so that once I get my license he will recommend me for a job as a broker here. As for my personal life I don't have much of one. I work hard all day and studying in the evening. But I do take some time to have some fun too. I found a girlfriend who is beautiful and alot of fun but she's very conservative in bed. She likes fucking but nothing wild or kinky and she doesn't like to suck my seven and half inch cock. She complains that it's to big and she scrapes her teeth on it. I would have no problem finding another one since most girls think that I'm cute with my dimples and shaggy dirty blonde hair. I also have a pretty decent body since I work out three times a week. I'm not a muscle jock or anything but have a 6 foot frame and weight about 160#'s but I am toned with a nice four pack. If I had more free time and more money I would look around for another girlfriend but my current one is smart, funny and I love being around her. I just wish she open up more in the bedroom and experiment a little. I must admit that I do like be aggressive, dominant, kinky and rough at times. I can't be any of that with her. But at least I get laid every week without to much hassal. Still being only 22 y/o I'm horny alot and need to beat off three or four times a day. I tell myself that once I get my license I'll be able to relax more and will find a girlfriend who likes to get crazy in bed with me.
I wish I could find a fag to take care of my needs like I did in high school and college. In high school when I was sixteen my math teacher liked me. I mean he liked me alot. I figured he was a closet fag so I flaunted myself in front of him. I smile at him, rubbed my crotch, teased him alot until he couldn't take it any longer. At first he just sucked my cock. I told him I wanted to fuck him but he refused. I withheld my cock from him for two weeks and the old fag came begging for me to fuck him. I couldn't believe how easy it was to use faggots. I could humiliate them, rough them up do whatever I wanted and the fucking faggots would come back for more. For the next two years I made him suck my cock once or twice a day and I fucked him on his desk during lunch at least twice a week. Of course I got A's in his class and I made him buy me stuff and give me money too. I never had blue balls like most of the boys in my class.
In college I had no problem getting dates but what I was looking for was a fag teacher. It took me half way through my first semester before I found not one but two teachers that were fags. It didn't take me long to turn them into my bitches. It was fun making them do any and everything I wanted. They didn't wanted to be outed having sex with a student and I used it to my advantage. I would make them blow me during the day even fuck them on their desks. I would humiliate them in public by calling them fag as I passed them. I even pissed on their clothes after fucking them at lunch time. I used their apartments when I wanted to fuck a girl since I lived in the dorm. I used their cars, took their money. I laugh at them for being so pathetic. Sometimes on the weekend if I got drunk I go to one of their apartments and slap them around, tie them up, torture the fuck out of their balls then rape their mouths and assholes. I made them drink my piss from the tap, lick my asshole after I took a shit anything that was gross and disgusting I made them do. It was just fun to watch them squirm and beg. I got to take alot of aggression out on those fags. That's what I needed now. I had no way to release all of the tension and stress that I had from work. Again, I thought that after I got my license I could take my time and find a fag to degrade, abuse and punish then I wouldn't mind keeping my girlfriend who just wanted to fuck, nicely.
As for my boss his name is Thomas Dickson. His office is on the upper floor of the building. The company has five floors in a twenty story building. They occupy the top three floors for the stock brokers and the big shots. The research and file rooms were I work are on the second and third floor. I hope to be working upstairs soon. Anyhow, Mr. Dickson would come down to see how we were doing and get our research papers. He always seemed uptight and was all about business. I can't blame him though this is a high stress job. He was nice enough but never really smiled. He was about 50 y/o, 5'9", and looked to be about 140#'s. I never saw him in the gym which was located in the building and we all had free memberships which I liked and used. Mr. Dickson liked giving our clients personal attention. If they had any papers that needed to be picked up or if Mr. Dickson had papers for them to see or sign he would send one of us over instead of using a courier service. The clients did like it. It made them feel special. Well, since I was the youngest at 22 and the newest one there he picked me alot to run these errands. I actually liked doing it. It got me out of the building for a while and Mr. Dickson let me use his Lexus. He said that driving my old beater car would not be a good impression to give to our clients. The other guys didn't like being an errand boy but I never complained. I wanted to make a good impression on Mr. Dickson so that I could move upstairs. I ran several errands a week for him and always smiled when I gave him his keys back. I think he liked me because I didn't bitch about going.
Then one day he called me to his office and told me that he left an important file at his home office and asked if I would go get it for him. Of course I said yes and he gave me his keys. He actually smiled at me and told me that he appreciated what I was doing. He told me his address and where the file was. I knew he lived alone but he never discussed his private life with anyone so I was curious to see how he lived. I went to his house, which was in an upscaled part of town, and pulled into the driveway. It wasn't a mansion or anything but still it was a very nice house with a big yard. Once I was inside I decided to snoop around a little. The house was very clean and tidy, everything in it's place. He had a couple of pictures of himself with some of his friends, but no pictures of any women. I went to his home office which was a bedroom on the first floor that he used as his office. It to was very organized. I found the file and was going to leave but I noticed that he forgot to turn his computer off. I thought I just take a peek and expected to see something related to work.
When I saw the screen it was on Mr. Dickson e-mail page. I was going to leave when I noticed the subject line on his last e-mail. It read 'You can suck my cock.' I couldn't believe it, my boss was a fucking faggot. I had to find out more so I opened the e-mail. It was from a 25 y/o guy who said that he wasn't into all the kinky shit that he was but his girlfriend wouldn't suck his cock and he heard that fags give good head. He wanted to know if it was OK to stop by after he got off of work at 6:00 and get a blow job. That's all he wanted, nothing kinky. He said that he perferred an older guy doing it because he needed to be very discreet and he thought an older guy wouldn't tell anyone. Then I read Mr. Dickson reply. It read that he also had to be very discrete and that if all he wanted was a blow job he would be happy to do it. He said that he would be home by 5:30 and would be naked and wearing a slave collar. He gave the guy his address also. Wow, my boss was a kinky submissive faggot slave. There was a link to his ad on Craigslist so I click on it and laughed so hard I nearly peed myself. It stated that he was in a high pressure job and had to make decisions and give orders all day. He wanted a twink, 18-25y/o, to come over and take control and do whatever they wanted. He said he wanted to give up complete control and take orders and be punished by a kid. He wanted to be humiliated, degraded, facefucked, pissed on, tied up, roughed up the whole nine yards. He described himself as being 50, ddf, 5'9", slender, 6"cut but he was born with just one nut. He wanted a kid to make fun of him for it and to torture it. He said that he didn't want to do anything outdoors or in public and didn't want his picture taken showing his face. I thought this guy was fucking crazy. He also said that he liked young guys because they are more cruel and very creative. He had some pics of himself showing his hard cock and one ball, a pic of him with nipple clamps on, a ball streater and a pic of his ass. He said he wasn't into anal much but would do it if told too. He had a hairy chest and a big hairy bush too. I shook my head not believing what he wrote. He signed his ad as: Your one balled faggot slave dad. I knew I had to make him my slave that would ensure that I got the job as a broker. I had to plan it just right though. I quickly went through his desk drawers trying to see whatever he was hiding. In the top drawer he had a list of all his websites with names and passwords. I quickly wrote them down knowing that I could check all of his e-mails, pics and everything else on his computer. Next I searched his bedroom to see what toys he had. I found a box in his closet. He had wrist and ankle restraints, butt plugs, nipple clamps, ball stretcher, slave collar with a leash, a blindfold, a flogger and other toys. I couldn't believe what a sick pervert my boss was. All I knew was that I was going to have fun making him my bitch/slave. I locked up his house drove back to work, I didn't want to waste to much time or he ask me why I was late. I wish I thought about checking out his basement, I bet he had a dungeon down there.
When I got back to the office I went right up to Mr. Dickson's office, or I should say I went to my faggot slaves office. I had to stop grinning before I enter. I handed him the file and told him that he had a beautiful home. He smiled at me and thanked me for getting the file. I just pictured him naked tied spread eagle in his bed and me torturing his one and only ball. I had to get out of there before I busted up laughing. I wanted to tell everyone that he was a faggot who liked young boys and that he only had one ball so he wasn't a real man, but that wouldn't help me. I had to keep this a secret to take advantage of him.
When I got back to my cubicle I couldn't focus on my work. I got my laptop out and looked at his ad again and laughed. I thought of all the things that I would do to him. I would make fun of him, belittle him, degrade him and make him suffer. It would be fun to see how low he would go for me. I set up an e-mail account on Hotmail with the user name: Top Son. He would love it. Then I wanted to answer his ad but I didn't want him to know it was me who he was submitting to. He would back out in a second. So I decided to tell him that I didn't want him to see my face so he have to wear a blindfold. I knew he had one.
I was so excited and nervous about repling to his ad. If it backfired I would be fired for sure. But if I made him hit on me then submit to me I had him. When I wrote to him I changed my stats a little so that he wouldn't even think it was me. Besides he would be blindfolded and would never see me. I told him that I was 20y/o since he liked young guys. Also that I was 6'2" and 180#'s with an 8"cock. I said that I was a total Master and would get him lots of humiliation, discipline and punishment. I told him to send me his address and cell phone number and I would be at his house at 7 PM. I also wanted to see his pics. I signed it 'Top Son' and sent it. I was nervous waiting for a reply. I didn't know if he checked his personal e-mail during work or if I have to wait until he got home to see it. I wondered what he would think and if he would even respond. I tried to focus on my work but it was hard. I was checking my e-mail every ten minutes and nothing. Finally, I went to his e-mail account, put in his password. I just wanted to see if he read my e-mail to him yet. He did. Maybe he was busy and couldn't reply right away or maybe he wasn't interested or maybe he was trying to figure out what to say.
I decided to check out Mr. Dickson's other e-mails and see who else he has sucked off. Most of his e-mails were to family and friends but I found several from guys that used him. Most were straight guys who mainly wanted just blow jobs. They all made fun of his one ball though. Some spit on him, pissed in his mouth, spanked him and face fucked him. None fucked him. The oldest was 25 and the youngest was 18. I thought that he was really a submissive faggot and needed a real Master that knew how to treat a faggot like him. He sent them all pics of himself but never his face. He was paranoid and wanted to be very discrete. I can't blame him for that but that's not my style. I wrote down all the e-mail address's of his friends and family and the guys that he sucked off. If he changed his password I wouldn't have access to them again. It was insurance in case he tried to fuck me over I out him to all of his friends and family. I knew that he was a closet case so no knew what a pervert he was. He do anything to prevent them from finding out. He be so screwed.
A few minutes later I got an e-mail from him on my new account. He said that he would love to totally submit to me but he wasn't into severe pain, blood, shit, permanent markings, no pics and had to be discrete. Plus if I was going to fuck him I had to wear a condom and lots of lube. No one could find out about him. He sent his pics of his dick and one ball, his ass, and a body pic minus his face. He gave me his address and cell phone number. I already knew them but he didn't know. He said that he would be showered and naked when I arrived and asked that I take a shower before coming. He was going to learn what a real fag slave is. I answered him right away saying that he was just a low life fucking faggot and not even a real man with one ball. I told him that I didn't want a want to be slave but a real slave. Slaves have no rights and do whatever their told to do and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with his pathetic homo body. I told him I will be there at 7:00PM but he had to have all of his toys on the coffee table and wrist and ankle restraints on his bed. He also had to have a blindfold on and stand in the middle of the room with his hands behind his head and legs spread wide. I told him to wear a slave collar with leash on it, to have nipple clamps on and to have a rope tied around is one ball so that I could pull him around. Plus I wanted to be able to see him through the window before I walked in. I told him that if I'm late that he had to remain standing there until I arrived. I told him that I was his wet dream cum true. I signed it Top Son and sent it. I didn't know if I pushed to hard and if I did he will write back saying he wasn't interested but if he did he was mine. I had all kind of thoughts going through my head what I was going to do him and got hard thinking about it when I got another e-mail from him. He said that he agreed that he was a pathetic loser of a faggot and needed a real Master to put him in his place. He didn't like the fact that he had to be exposed in front of the window but would do it, but asked me to be there at 7:oo so no would see him. He said that he has been looking for a young Master like me for a long time and will do whatever I say. I smiled and said to myself 'I own you now faggot.' I know from his e-mails that he never had any real experience as a slave but tonight will change that.
The first thing that I thought about was that he wanted me squeaky clean, fuck that. I'm going to workout after work and build up a good sweat so that I stink and if I take a shit I'm not going to wipe my ass. I'll make him lick my asshole clean after he licks my ripe, sweaty pits. He's going to learn his place fast and hard. He also said no pics, but he'll be blindfolded so I'm going to take my cam corder and stand and video tape the whole thing. I'll make sure my face isn't in it but he's will be. This is going to be a blast breaking this faggot in. I almost felt sorry for the old fag because he doesn't know how his life is going to change after tonight.
The rest of the afternoon just dragged on. All I could think about was using and abusing my old faggot boss. I got off of work at 5:30 and went to the gym to work out and to build up a good sweat. By the time I was done I was ripe. I reeked so bad that I could hardly stand it. I couldn't wait to push the fags nose into my pit and make him lick it. He would be disgusted and I laugh at him. I made a quick stop at McDonald's to grab some food before heading to the fag's house.
It was dark out when I got to his house at 7:00. I parked my car a block away so he couldn't see it and know that it was me abusing him. I stood in his driveway and saw that he had the blinds down but open. Also he only had one light on and stood about 5 feet from the window. He was standing there with his hands behind his head, blindfold was on and he had the nipple clamps and rope around his nut too. He looked so stupid standing there like that. I just laughed. He was making this so easy for me.
I decided to have some fun with him. I called him and when he answered I told him that I was outside but couldn't really get a good look at him. I told him to come closer to the window. The fag did. He was only two feet from the window now. I told him to get hard. The fag was playing with himself while I laughed at him. I told him how pathetic he looked but he got hard. Then I told him to turn around and spread his cheeks. He did but I know he was sweating. He was probably afraid that someone may see him. Then I made him turn around and do jumping jacks. I wanted to see his dick and ball bouncing around. He did it about ten times while I made fun of him. He begged me to come inside and close the blinds before someone saw him. I asked if he was ready to be a real slave. He said he was. I asked if he was going to do everything I say. He again said he would. I told him that if he didn't that he would suffer.
I walked to the front door with my cam corder in hand. I opened the door and .....
To be continued
Guys, I hope you like my story so far. Please let me know if you do or not. I write my stories because I can't find a young Master in my small town to own me but I'm looking for one. I think it would be awesome to make a DVD too, lol. Thanks again, tom dickson, a one balled faggot slave dad needing a son to submit to