Originally posted on Reddit by Sir David
This is a true story and one I hope you enjoy. For context I am a 48 year old suit and tie wearing business executive living in the UK. I run a large corporate business, I have a comfortable life, and married with a young daughter. What people don’t realise is that on the side, I enjoy being Dad or Sir to young guys. I’m in shape, about 178cm tall (5ft 8) and 78kg (172lbs).
James
My career is quite demanding and as a result I like to keep an apartment near my office where I stay during the week leaving my family back at our main home. It is while I’m away that I get to indulge my secret passion for twinks and young men.
It was online that I’d met James. James was a bit older than the boys I had played with previously. He was 27, newly married, and with a corporate career. He was suited, in shape and generally a good-looking man. His secret was he needed to submit to a Sir.
We’d struggled to find a time to meet up but he had been submitting to me for months online. He’d wear to work what I chose for him and he’d complete tasks for me during the day. I would have him ask for permission before he could have sex with his wife, and I would control when he could cum. He’d have to film himself pissing for me and would have to do things like use a public urinal with his trousers hanging below his arse and things like that which would make him feel exposed, but horny because he was doing it for me. We’d built quite a connection online and he’d share with me all the things he wanted me to do to him and how he needed to serve. We’d be in touch daily and he was desperate and horny when I wouldn’t let him cum, but also stressed about pushing his wife away. Through all this time he had no idea what I looked like as discretion was very important to me, and I told him that if service is what he needed, he didn’t need to know what I looked like, it was the act of submission that was what he needed to feel owned by his Sir.
Eventually the time came where we could meet. We were both travelling for work and in the same city. I had him leave a key card to his room in the downstairs reception toilet. He told me exactly where he left it and I came to the hotel at the designated time and retrieved it. I instructed him to kneel naked facing the window looking out over the city and wait for me. He was also instructed to only look out the window, and not at me. I let myself into the room and found him kneeling exactly as instructed.
I’d slipped a blindfold into my suit pocket in the lift and without saying a word walked behind him and blindfolded him. I maintained my silence as I opened the secret bag of toys I had brought with me. He could hear me as I placed each of the items on the sideboard in the room. The cat-of-nine-tails hissed through the air as I untangled it. The leather paddle as it hit the palm of my hand made the beautiful sound many of you know so well. The clinking of the hand cuffs and the sound of leather and buckles was unmistakable to him as he sat there listening intently and wondering what was going to happen next.
I instructed him in my calm but firm business-like voice to stand and present for me. He knew what this meant; hands behind his head, looking straight ahead, legs spread sufficiently so his balls hang freely. James was a magnificent sight. All toned and muscular and his average sized, but beautiful cock hard as a rock just from my presence. I began to inspect him. No words, just the feel of my touch as I groped and touched him as I wished. I inspected him everywhere from his mouth, counting his fillings to having him bend over as I inspected his boy hole. He was a perfect specimen. As I do with my boys, I then retrieved my tape measure and began measuring him all over. From the circumference of his thighs and upper arms to the hang of his balls and length of his shaft. As I would document each measurement, I’d have him repeat “I am your property Sir, I am yours to own”. I wanted him to know that being entered into my book he was indeed my property. (The measurements would also be useful later for setting him training goals so he would be reminded that whatever he did in his vanilla life, he would be doing it for me.) Measurements taken and entries made into my ledger of owned boys, he was still hard as marble. It now came time for him to give himself to me.
My approach is never to force or pressurise a boy to submit to my desires, I simply invite them to give themselves to me. Whatever happens, my boys know they chose to submit to their Sir they were never forced. I find this approach helps a boy realise deep within himself his need for ownership. He can never fool himself that it was a mistake or he was coerced, he knows he chose his own path because he needs to submit to be fulfilled.
I cuffed his wrists and ankles and guided him to the bed. On his back, head near the side of the bed for reasons that will become apparent later. As he lay there, I slowly draped my cat-of-nine-tails across his body with a quick slap to his nipples. I wanted to learn how his body would react to my touch. His moaning and his “thank you Sir”, the constant leaking of his cock told me that indeed he was mine. I retrieved some shoelaces I keep in my bag of toys and began to bind his hard cock and balls. Acting just like a torniquet I wanted him aching with hardness. As I tied his manhood nice and tight, I left a length of lace hanging free which allowed me to pull hard on his cock and balls as I required. It was then with great pleasure that I instructed him to hold his hands above his head as I pulled his legs up to and clipped the wrist and ankle cuffs together. There he was, naked on his back, arms and legs restrained to each other above his chest. A beautiful sight as he was now completely available to me. I then tied the length of lace attached to his cock to the ring restraining his ankles and wrists. This had the effect that every time he would pull on his legs or arms, he’d be pulling tightly on his bound and throbbing cock. By moving he would be abusing himself. A perfect torture for a boy.
His beautiful smooth boy hole was perfectly exposed to me. Pink and round and completely virgin to the touch of a man. Heaven to me. I moved forward and began exploring this perfection with my tongue. He begins to moan and as he squirms to my touch, he finds himself pulling on his own cock. A beautiful mix of pleasure and pain. As he begins to open to my touch I delve deeper with my tongue, then a finger. Some lube and more stretching and he begins to open. I find his prostate and begin to massage all the time hearing him moaning, his breathing driving me deeper as he realises, he is completely under my control. First one, then a second and finally I insert my largest plug. He is now open and wide and completely full. He begs me to fuck him when I tell him how open he is. I deny him this need and remind him it is my pleasure that is important not his.
With him plugged, restrained and leaking bucket loads of pre cum it’s time to teach him to deep throat. I manoeuvre him so that his head is the perfect hight over the side of the bed. I tell him he’s going to learn to take me deep as I want to see and feel my cock going right the way down his throat. Nothing turns me on more than seeing a boy take me deep, the outline of my hard cock clearly visible through the taught skin of his neck.
He gags as I enter but this drives me further. I enjoy a boy enduring for my pleasure. I remind him he’s mine and that I will take what he has to give. “Do you want to give me your throat my boy” I ask. “Yes Sir” is the reply. With that I plunge deeper and take what is mine. His splattering and gagging and struggling for breath is like music to my ears and I go deeper and harder. I’m in heaven, my beautiful boy enduring for me. I allow him to gather his breath and ask again if he wants me to take what is mine to take. “Yes, Sir, I am yours, I want to make you proud” is the response of this very good boy. I resume my assault on his throat, the saliva and snot flowing freely and driving me mad for this perfect boy. By this time he is taking me balls deep, but with struggle and I’m in my element. I’m getting closer to my own climax so it’s time for a change of gear. I slow down and flip to a tone of encouragement. I massage his neck and tell him what a good boy he is. This calms him and in time he’s taking me balls deep and I can see the outline of my cock as it begins to slide easily down his long and extended throat. His cock is read and angry, his arms and legs aching from the position they have held for so long, every thrust I make forcing him to torture his own cock. His body is aching all over from the assault of new experiences it has endured, and I am ready to cum. I withdraw from his throat, hold his neck tightly as I unload all over his chest, neck and chin. I shoot buckets over this perfect boy.
I instruct him to lay still as I dress and clean myself up. I wipe his face on the inside of his shirt which was laying on a chair, but leaving my cum quietly drying on his neck and chest. I undo his restraints, and unwrap his straining cock being sure not to let him cum. I pack up my things and clean everything up and put them away in my sports bag. He remains naked on the bed with my cum drying on his beautiful body. I remove the final blindfold and replace it with his cum rag shirt so he remains oblivious to who has just abused him.
I now instruct him to lay where he is and not move. He is to remain exactly as he is until my cum is completely dry against his skin. He is then to dress in the shirt which is covering his face and make his way down to the hotel bar where he will take a seat and order two drinks, one for him, and a glass of merlot for me. He is to wait there for me to reveal myself to him. I leave the room and quickly drop my bag off at concierge before finding a discreet spot in the busy bar. In due course I see James enter the bar and order the drinks and find a place to sit. I leave him there to stew for a while, wondering which of the men in this busy bar had just abused him, which of the men know his dirty secret; wondering if the bar tender and those around can smell the scent of sex that he is wearing with my dry cum clearly visible on his neck and beneath his shirt. I leave him to feel what it’s like to be an owned boy.
In time I moved towards him and whisper in his ear “you’re a good boy, you’re my good boy”. I then instruct him not to look at me. We enjoy our drink and I change the tone to one of two colleagues at the bar in a corporate hotel, no-one knowing that in fact we are a Sir and his boy, bonding the way only a Sir and his boy can. We then proceed to dinner, where I order for him and remind him he is an owned boy.
This was my first post on here. If it is received well I will share stories of my other boys. I’m currently in search of a new boy to own so if you’re UK based and in need of a Sir, DM me.
