Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2013 13:43:52 -0600
From: Thomas Dickson <dickson56241@gmail.com>
Subject: My Boss Is A Fucking Faggot, Now I Own Him

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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