by Declan Ward
“Come on, you don’t want to run away from me. Just relax. Let’s talk about this,” he says.
I take a deep breath and nod. He’s right. He just said what he wanted. It’s not like he was forcing me to be his slave.
“Good,” he says. He sits back down next to me. “So like I said, I’m looking for a slave.”
“Yeah, but that’s not something I want,” I reply. He can have his kinks, but they’re not for me.
“Isn’t it though? You’ve thought about how nice it’d be to be someone’s slave before, haven’t you? To have a life where your needs don’t matter. A life where you don’t have to think.”
He’s right. I guess I have thought that before.
“I have,” I say, “but I don’t know if I actually want it to happen.”
He chuckles. He’s enjoying himself. And he really does look hot when he smiles. I wasn’t kidding when I said he was perfect, you know, up until this slave idea.
“Just think about how pleasurable it’d be to be my slave. I’d be an incredible master,” he says. “And plus, you really, really like me anyway. What’s wrong with being my slave if it means you get to spend more time with me?”
The way he speaks is so casual. And I feel myself starting to agree with him. I really do like him. So what if he’ll never be my boyfriend. It’d be so much more pleasurable to be his slave.
“Maybe you’re right. I do really like you.”
“Actually, you love me, don’t you?”
His eyes glimmer with a faint green glow, and his smile shines. My heart swells in my chest. I nod.
“Tell me how you feel about me,” he says, his voice commanding, but I don’t mind.
“I love you,” I say. I mean it.
“You love me so much that you’d do anything for me. You want to be my slave, because it’ll make me happy.”
I nod eagerly. He grins.
“Good slave.”
“Thank you, Master.” The words flow out of my mouth immediately. And I mean them. I’m so grateful to be his slave.
He leans in. “I’m so glad you belong to me now,” he says.
Then he puts his hand on my face and pulls me closer like he did before. This time though, I don’t pull away. He kisses me deep, our tongues dancing in our mouths. And it’s so wet. And I realize my cock is wet. My cock is so hungry for him. Being his slave is so pleasurable. He’s right. Doing what he says, agreeing with him, all of it. It’s all orgasmic. My cock instantly becomes hard as a rock, harder than it’s ever been, and the precum is flowing so much it’s like I’ve already exploded in climax. All of this because of a kiss. All of this because I obeyed. I gasp in pleasure, a primal moan escaping me as he kisses me deeper.
“Such a good slave,” he says as he pulls away. His hand goes lower and he squeezes my cock so hard that the pleasure and pain burn together. “You can never cum unless you have my permission.”
I nod. I know if I’m a good slave, he’ll let me cum. He’s such an incredible master.
“You deserve a reward for giving yourself to me. You deserve to be fucked.”
In seconds, we’re naked and he’s pushing his cock inside me, fucking me, and fucking me, and fucking me. No cock has ever felt more perfect inside me. The pleasure throbs, and I can’t stop moaning.
It goes on and on, and my ass burns from his cock pumping constantly, us both pushing into each other. And then he says the words I’ve been waiting for.
“Now, slave. Cum.”
Who’s the boss?
I’ve been at my office job for almost three years, and I’m starting to get sick of being disrespected. My raises have been minimal at best, and the work I do makes me feel like an unpaid intern. It’s not ideal. This is my dream company though. It’s my boss that’s the problem.
So if my boss wasn’t going to let me move up, I was just going to have to force him to.
I generally had to work late. As the grunt of the office, I was the one who was responsible for all the unfinished work. Luckily, my boss stayed late a couple days a week too.
Around 6 p.m., my boss was starting to pack up. It was late enough that we were the only two in the office. It was the perfect timing. I hurried to the bathroom and put in a very special set of contacts. They’d only work for a short amount of time, so I had to work fast. The minute they touched the surface of my eye, they started to glow red. I looked in the mirror, and for a moment, I was transfixed, just staring into my own eyes. It was as if I was just falling into my eyes; everything outside of them faded into nothingness.
I wasn’t sure how long it took, but eventually I shook my head, and tore myself from the mirror. I rushed out of the bathroom, desperately hoping that my boss wasn’t gone. He was just about to exit the office.
“Oh, there you are! I thought you’d given up and left early,” he said.
He always underestimated me. This time it was a big mistake. I walked closer to him, and I knew the exact moment when he noticed my eyes. His eyes instantly glazed over. The briefcase in his hand dropped to the floor. All of his focus was on my eyes. He wasn’t even capable of holding something in his hands.
I walked up to him, getting close enough that I could taste his mint-and-coffee- breath. Slowly, I raised my hand to his crotch. He didn’t react. And then I touched him, and I squeezed his dick through his pants. He did nothing. And yet his dick immediately started to harden. He was blank.
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“You’ll do anything I ask, won’t you, boss?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, his voice completely drone-like.
“And you’ll continue to obey me forever, won’t you boss?”
“Yes.”
I grinned. Perfect.
“Tomorrow morning, you’ll promote me. Double my salary. And that’ll just be the beginning, all right?”
“Yes,” he agreed.
“And we’ll both continue to stay later than everyone else. Except you’ll do all the work, understand?” he nodded. “And then when you’re done, we’ll have some fun.”
If he was under my control, I might as well take full advantage. What’s the point of having a hot boss drone if you don’t use him?
“Strip.”
Suddenly he came to life again, hastily removing all of his clothes. He unbuttoned his dress shirt so quickly I almost expected him to tear it off. I undressed along with him, eager to get started.
“You want to fuck me so bad, don’t you, boss?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Come on, sound more excited. All the ‘yes’ this, ‘yes’ that is boring. You’ve been waiting to fuck me since you hired me, right?”
“Yes, I’ve wanted to fuck that tight ass since you walked in the door,” he said, his voice coming to life, less drone-like and more dominant.
“Much better.”
I pulled him close and I felt his lips against mine, his beard brushing against my face. As his tongue slipped into my mouth, our cocks rubbed up against each other, getting harder and harder. I started stroking his, fast and slow, and he did the same to mine. My little boss drone was learning fast.
“Imagine how erotic and orgasmic it’ll feel,” I said between kissing, “when your cock slides into my ass… the ass it was meant to fuck.”
“Ahh, I need to fuck you,” he moaned.
“Then do it already.” I flipped around, reaching behind to pull him close to me. “Come on, boss, fuck me already.”
It wasn’t long before I felt his cock slide into my ass. Even before I could moan, he let out a groan of ecstasy. My words had slipped into his mind; he knew his cock belonged in my ass.
But he wasn’t going deep enough.
“Deeper, boss, deeper,” I commanded.
I pushed my body against his, forcing his cock deeper inside me. It was incredible. We both moaned, now both of us in ecstasy.
“Now fuck me! Thrust!”
He thrusted, pounding my ass over and over.
“Thrust, thru
st,” I said, moans overcoming the words.
The pleasure was incredible. As we fucked, beads of sweat began to drip down my face as precum began to leak out of my cock. And he kept thrusting, and I kept pushing into him. He hit that perfect spot over and over. I was going to burst.
“You’re going to cum on my command, understand, boss?”
“Yes,” he groaned, “I need your command to cum.”
“Good,” I said, barely able to speak over our moans. “Feel yourself ready to burst. You need to cum inside me.”
He was in such animalistic pleasure, he couldn’t even speak. I was going to erupt in orgasm any second.
“Now, cum, boss. Cum!”
His seed exploded inside me, and my cum shot out of my cock. The duality of his cum inside me and my cum bursting was so pleasurable, I felt my eyes rolling back. I couldn’t control the moans escaping my mouth.
He continued to thrust even after. When I stopped moaning, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“When we’re done here, you’re gonna clean my cum up with that tongue of yours, aren’t you, my little boss drone?” I said, grinning. This was everything I could’ve wanted.
“Yes, I want to lap up your cum,” he said.
I turned, and saw him grinning as wide as me. I kissed him deep.
Maybe my boss wasn’t so bad.
