Originally posted on Reddit by Sir David
This is my third story and in common with the other two completely true. I am a 48-year-old, in shape, UK based, suited married business guy with a secret. In my spare time I enjoy owning and training boys. At the time of this story, I was CEO of a large company and I kept a flat close to the office which allowed me to focus on my work, without the need for the long daily commute home to the family.
Alex
One evening while at the flat I received a message from a 23-year-old French boy. He’d clearly enjoyed my Grindr profile and wanted to chat. The obligatory dick pick confirmed him to be super hot, and super keen for an in control DILF. My Grindr profile clearly states my interests and preferences, and in my mind reading his messages in a French accent got me even more engaged in the possibilities. It was late when he messaged, and nothing was going to happen immediately so we moved the conversation over to Kik and planned to meet in person when we were both free.
The next morning I’m at work carrying on with my day when I see he’d messaged me. It was friendly chat which continued sporadically throughout the rest of the day in between meetings etc.. It was during this conversation that I’d asked him what he did for work. He gave away enough information for me to know he worked for my organisation in some capacity. As we employ 1500 people in head office, it was hot knowing he worked for me somewhere, but not entirely useful in tracking him down. A few more generic questions and I knew what department he was in, and to my good fortune it was a department located on my floor. I had a plan. I sent him to the bathroom to complete a service task for me. I instructed him to go and wank for me and send me the evidence. This he duly did. I hoped that his picture would include at least a glimpse of his shoes and trousers. I was in luck. A quick walk across the floor and I spotted the elegant suede boots which matched the cum filled image on my phone; I had my boy. A few enquires confirmed that the boy I found was indeed French. Snap…I had my match; his name was Alex and he was a on the graduate programme. What was even better is that I could see him from my office across the open plan floor. This was going to be fun.
Over the coming weeks and months Alex and I had lots of fun. He enjoyed serving me and I enjoyed thinking of tasks for him. I never revealed who I was, and I never revealed I knew who he was either. I’d choose his underwear each day and he’d have to take pictures for me during the day. We progressed from there to me choosing what he would wear to work each day, nothing to risk his job, but certainly enough for him to feel owned.
He had to ask my permission to piss, and ask my permission to cum. This was particularly fun as he was married to a man who travelled for work. I would cruelly allow him to cum for me when the husband was away, but not on the evenings when husband would return which must have caused some frustration. I particularly enjoyed having him go to the bathroom to wank for me. I’d discretely follow him in and take the stall adjacent to the one he was in. He’d be texting me telling me he couldn’t cum because he wasn’t alone. I’d tell him to hurry up and cum immediately before I head to my next meeting. I could feel his tension through the stall. It was magic.
In the evenings when I wasn’t at a business dinner and his husband was away he’d serve for me on skype. He’d cum on demand, stretch his hole for me, practice deep throating and generally show his devotion to his Sir. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to please me. I particularly enjoyed knowing that under his clothes his body was covered in the words ‘Master David’s Boy’ across his chest with his dick marked with “Master David’s Property” clearly visible along it’s erect length. I had him wear my brand, the letters MDB inscribed on his inner wrist each day so that he would always know he was owned.
In time I found several occasions to have conversations with him about various professional issues. On one occasion I arranged for Alex’s boss to make a presentation to me on an important topic and suggested that he should bring his assistant by way of a learning opportunity. The presentation was scheduled for 1pm in my conference room on a Friday. The day before I had my secretary ask Alex’s boss to attend to a problem in one of our branches and thereby not be available for the meeting the following day. When my secretary asked me if I’d like to reschedule the presentation I said no, I was happy for the graduate to do it. By this stage Alex and I were having regular friendly banter.
On the Thursday evening he was telling me about the big presentation he had to make to the big boss the following day. I showed interest of course and said I’d be easy with his service that night to allow him to focus on getting ready. I allowed him to fuck himself on camera for me and cum. He was to let the cum dry on his chest and not wash it off. I told him to wear the boy juice he made for his Sir to the big meeting the following day knowing that his Sir would bring him good luck and the strength to do a good job with the presentation.
Friday rolls around and general chat ensued during the day and he confirmed he had dried cum on his chest. As the presentation came closer, he was getting more nervous and was sharing these nerves with me. At 12.30 he was pretty worked up. I sent him to the bathroom to cum for me. I said he’d feel better with the release. I wanted to see him tasting himself which he duly did, he was such a obedient boy. I saw him head off to the bathroom and gave him a few minutes. I then had my secretary call him saying I was running early and for him to come immediately to make the presentation. I could see the panic at his workstation as his colleagues scrambled to find him to tell him he was summoned to present early. It wasn’t long before I had a flustered and slightly dishevelled nervous graduate before me about to present. I was having so much fun.
While he had spoken to me in a professional capacity previously, I didn’t go out of my way to put him at ease. I pretended to be busy and asked very complex questions to challenge him. He was doing well. At one point I asked if he could smell anything funny in the room. He blushed so brightly. I let it slide and he continued the presentation without incidence.
That afternoon he messaged me to tell me how the presentation went well and how ‘the boss’ had asked about a funny smell. He said he was so worried that he smelled of sex, but that he also knew that smell meant he was owned which had given him strength. I was heading back to my family that evening but promised he would serve me in person the following week.
The following Tuesday he came to my flat and followed his instruction. He was to let himself in, undress and lay face down on the bed. I waited outside until such time as I knew he was in position. Without a word, I entered behind him. I kneeled on his back as I masked his face with a balaclava before then restraining his hands behind his back. This allowed me time to tape his upper arms and torso before then releasing his cuffs. Alex was now blindfolded and restrained without the use of his arms. Yes he could run, but he so didn’t want to. I rolled him over to reveal his aching cock and magnificent young body. The remnants of my marking clearly visible over his chest and cock. I pulled him to the edge of the bed and proceeded to fuck his beautiful throat for all that I was worth. This beautiful boy wanted to feel owned and I would give him that release.
Every gag, every stifled call for breath led me deeper and further into my ownership. As I got further down his throat, I could see my cock through the skin and felt compelled to hold his neck tightly. As he struggled, his mind emptied and he felt complete. I unloaded my load and let him breath. One hole owned, another was beckoning.
While I recovered it was time to work his cock. As he lay there, I connected the wires of my electro stim machine to gently milk him. Slowly at first until his moaning developed a warm and consistent rhythm. I wanted him to be shooting blanks before I used him again. I upped the intensity and before long I was rewarded with his first load making his chest nice and sticky as his boy juice combined with the remnants of his throat slime. I played with his nipples and reinked his brandings while the electro machine did its work. Soon the second load erupted, and he was writhing on the bed as the stimulation continued. Here was this beautiful boy writhing on my bed, bound, and covered in his own juices, my juice deep in his belly and covered in the graffiti of ownership. It was such a beautiful sight.
I expected he would need more help for load three so I lubed my fingers and lifted his legs to my shoulders as I entered him. I found his prostate and began to massage. He was begging me, but unsure what to say. He was overcome with emotion so I suggested to him he thank him for making him my boy. With that I accelerated my work on his prostate and load three came forth. Much less than before and much more of a dribble than a spectacular explosion. I expected he was done now, but he hadn’t yet shot any blanks. I left the wires in place but changed the pace as I went to further stimulate his nipples and kiss him deeply. I was on edge myself by this time and desperate to cum, but not before he shot his blanks.
In time a guttural noise came from deep within him as he convulsed on the bed. He was completely abandoned to the physical reaction of his body to the assault it had endured. There were tears and whimpering and a thank you Sir for owning me. With that I was ready. I lifted his legs again and plunged deep within him in one thrust. I was an animal in my desire for him and pounded him like my life depended on it. He was spent and just took what I had to give. Him enduring for me made me mad for him. I unloaded deep within him and bred my special boy as best I could. I stayed within him to admire my work, this completely spent boy, used and owned completely. A beautiful sight indeed. I turned off the electro machine as I removed myself and left him there to compose himself.
No words were spoken as I lay close to him, my arms holding him tight against my chest as I stroked his hair under his hood. In time I heard a thank you Sir. You are my Sir and I am yours completely. With that, I knew my work was done.
I left the house instructing him to dress and leave within 5 minutes and not to clean himself up. I waited discreetly across the road and watched him walk to his car and make his way home. We played several more times like that, him never knowing who he was serving, and his daily tasks and our casual chat continued as we became closer and he shared more and more of himself with me. He enjoyed feeling owned and having a Sir to confide in and serve.
A few months later Alex resigned. His husband had been transferred back to France and Alex would have to find a new job. Fortunately, I had a few contacts and instructed him to send his CV to someone I knew who was able to give him a perfect next job. That small act cemented his bond with me. Alex knew then that a Sir is so much more than someone to play with. A real Sir looks after his boy, holds him tight and helps him become strong through service. Alex learned that a Sir’s abuse of his body is an escape and an act of affection towards his boy. Alex learned that to be owned is a beautiful thing.
A few weeks later Alex was surprised when the CEO turned up to his farewell party. I engaged with everyone there and did the corporate thing promoting the corporate message etc. I made my excuses at the appropriate time and left wishing Alex every success in his future career. A little time later I sent a message instructed Alex to come to the carpark to service me in the car. He knew he had told me where his farewell party would be but he was surprised when his instruction was to find the black Range Rover at the back of the carpark. When he got in, he saw that it was me. He was confused at first, but then the penny dropped. He realised I couldn’t reveal myself while he was on the payroll, but now that he had left, the coast was clear. Then it sunk in that he had been owned by the CEO. The most powerful man in the company and that made him proud to be the boy he is. I told him I was proud of him and that although he was moving away, he would always be my boy.
We message and communicate for several more months and are still in contact today. We’ve not seen each other for several years now, but I know he is a much stronger person through his service to his Sir.
I hope you enjoyed this third story of my boys.
