The day I met Boss on HotGuySecret
A Boss and His Boy Story
Sometimes it takes a door to the face to find your true power.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him, lording around on that ride on mower like he’s the fucking boss of everything. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s got the attitude, tall, solid, confident, calm, and clearly in charge with a strong masculine energy that’s obvious even from a distance. The two lackeys he works with always seem awfully eager to please him, jumping to his every barked command.
Every few weeks they’re down here, I see them as I’m out walking my dog, mowing and tidying up the park.
The boss guy seems to know a few people by name, stopping his mower to let them pass with their dogs and a brief chat as they go by, sometimes he’ll get down from his throne and gives the dogs a rub, likeable and friendly, he’s good at what he does.
It’s plover breeding season and I notice him, before he starts mowing, scanning the grass to see where they’re at. Giving them a wide berth he leaves a surrounding patch of grass long enough for them to safely raise their chicks.
One of his lackeys is using the brush cutter where the large ride on mower can’t get to, and his 2nd trimming branches. A warm, friendly ‘Hey’ from 2nd, as I wander by, but the boss guy, he won’t take his eyes off me. He’s watching me attentively, and it’s uncomfortable, like a cheetah watching its prey.
Actually, it’s really beginning to fucking annoy me.
Before I can get too caught up in it, my phone vibrates in my hand. A text message. Even as I’m looking down at the screen I can feel his eyes on me.
What the fuck is his problem?
Engrossed with the drama now unfolding on my screen, I don’t notice as he rides up beside me, a little too close for comfort. I jump back and over to the path, almost dropping my phone.
Seriously, I’ve had enough of this bullshit.
“Look out fuck head,” I say.
Stopping the mower he turns slowly in his seat. “Sorry what was that?”
The really casual way he asks, he seems curious, with a smile on his face that takes me off guard. He jumps down from the mower and, not for the first time I get a feeling that something is not quite right. Out of the corner of my eye and a little off in the distance I notice that his lackeys have stopped what they’re doing and have begun to wander back our way.
I take a moment to size him up, at this distance his presence is palpable, his face is disarming but there’s something behind his eyes that doesn’t quite match his friendly manner. He’s at least a few inches taller than me, bulkier, stronger. He steps toward me closing the distance. I feel myself tense.
I step forward, leaning slightly toward him.
“Just. Fucking watch where you’re going moron, I almost dropped my phone.”
Like a hammer dropping, his manner completely changes, his smile transforms into a sneer, lunging toward me, he begins to run. His mates are also fully charging toward me now, their tools discarded in the grass.
Realising my situation has just become very ugly, I turn and sprint for the nearest safety I can find, the toilet block. If it were just him maybe I’d stand a chance, but the three of them?
Fuck this, I’m out of here.
I’m running as fast as I can but I can hear his breath right behind me. Skidding on the cement and stumbling, I try to find the nearest stall to run into and lock.
I’m too slow. Just as I begin to lock the door, he kicks it open, the door hits me in the face and I stagger back. Before I even have a chance to realise what’s happening, whether I’m bleeding or not, he’s on me. He’s got me pinned against the wall and his broad strong hand is around my throat.
“It’s your lucky day bitch,” he snarls in my face.
Barely able to breathe, I try to speak, but the next thing I know I’m doubled over in pain from being kneed in the balls. Gasping and trying to suck in air, he spins me around and gets me in a choke hold from behind. His other hand grabs a fist of my hair. Ripping my head back he gets close to my ear, thrusting his groin against my buttocks.
“I’m gonna give you a lesson in what I do to mouthy little cunts you faggot,” he says in a savage whisper.
Fully in his grip and unable to move because he just increases the pressure of the choke hold when I try, I realise that passing out is the very last thing I need, I do my best to remain calm as he drags me back outside. Hoping for a moment where his grip loosens enough for me to break free.
“I’ve got him boys, grab the zip ties,” he says.
“Yes Boss,” I hear in unison.
I panic now and really try to buck him off or kick him, but his grip is too firm, he’s too big, and he’s too strong. He uses his whole body weight to wrangle me back over to the mower. Desperately I look around, the people who were walking their dog have stopped.
“Help!” I yell out to them in a ragged voice. “Help me!”
I feel hope surge as they lift their phones, but then like a punch to the gut, I realise with a feeling that I’m underwater, that they’re not calling anyone, they’ve started recording.
What sort of sick fucks record this?
Defeated and barely able to get out a whisper, desperately hoping, “Please… help.”
He drags me firmly by the hair and from the side of the mower slams my face down onto the seat, holding me firmly by the back of my neck, pressing down hard. The seat is still warm from where he was sitting, sweat from his butt crack on it. He starts rubbing his hand gently over my buttocks. The soft touch sends a jolt of sudden pleasure through me and I shudder, taking in a sharp breath.
“Mmm, nice,” he murmurs.
One of his boys roughy pulls my hands behind my back and quickly zip ties them together. I’m in so much shock now, restrained, that I can’t even find the strength to resist. I’m just trying to survive to the next moment, hoping to find a way out, but it’s rapidly fading.
“Spread your legs,” Boss says.
What?
“Oi cunt, Boss said spread your legs,” one of his boys kicks my feet apart.
The other, I see out of the corner of my eye, whips a box cutter out of his pocket. Certain I’m about to be stabbed or slashed, feeling the strength drain out of my legs in a hot flush, I start screaming. A hot liquid fills my shorts and begins to dribble down my legs, I’m literally pissing myself in terror.
Growling menacingly in my ear, “Shh boy, no one’s coming to help you, but don’t worry bitch, I’ll take real good care of you.”
As I take in his words, he brushes the back of his hand gently against my cheek and I feel another thrill rush through my body.
What the fuck?
The one with the box cutter sneers, hacks up a mouthful of slag and spits in my face. With practised skill, snarling, he starts cutting away my clothing before losing patience and deciding to simply rip them off me. I feel a flutter deep in my gut at the animalistic strength and speed behind his actions. Self disgust begins to fill me.
Faster than I can even register the cold air on my skin, I’m completely naked, spread eagled with my hands restrained behind my back and Boss firmly pressing my face into the seat.
“Gag him,” Boss says coldly.
“Yes Boss,” from Box Cutter.
He stuffs my piss soaked jocks into my mouth. The acrid smell of them stings my eyes as piss drips into my mouth, tears begin to stream down my face. I hear Boss spit, quickly lubing his thick cock with his slag. Taking a moment to rub the rest against my tight sphincter, and working the tips of his fingers inside me, I hear in a voice thick with desire,
“Now, we can do this nice, or we can do this nasty, you mouthy little faggot. It’s your choice. Mouthy little faggots get gagged. For your own sake, I suggest you be a good boy and relax.”
Searing pain as he jams his engorged cock into my tight pussy. My own cock, that was limp with fear just seconds ago, suddenly begins to rouse.
“Oh we got a tight one boys, let’s see what we can do about that” Boss crows with a chuckle.
The pain is so intense. Immediately I feel as though I’m losing control of my bodily functions, it feels like I’m going to piss and shit myself at the same time. Boss is thrusting slowly and gently, like he’s making love to a woman.
Oh fuck it hurts so much, but fuck Boss, whatever the fuck you do, please don’t stop.
My cock, fully erect now, has begun to ooze pre-cum, I look down and see it drip onto the grass. Then more in quick succession, like a thick waterfall. Confusion and pleasure overwhelm and consume me. I feel my pussy beginning to welcome him in, deep shame overshadowed with pure ecstatic lust. He starts slamming hard against my hips, each thrust more urgent, more brutal. Only the piss gag stops me from screaming out.
Oh fuck Boss, fuck, oh my god, Boss, ugh Boss, please don’t. Stop. Fuck me.
It’s almost as though he can hear what I’m thinking through my pained grunts.
“That’s it bitch, you love it don’t you? Fuck yes! Come on my boy, take your Boss’s cock, milk it.”
Boss grunts through gritted teeth as he pounds his hips harder and harder against my butt cheeks. I begin to whimper like a dog. He slips his cock out of me and taps my throbbing pussy.
“Hey boys, now that he’s moaning like a bitch in heat, how about you juice him up a bit for me?” Boss says.
With absolute glee, and in hungry unison, it’s as though they’ve rehearsed for this moment,
“Yes Boss.”
Box Cutter slams his massive cock deep inside my eager pussy, it’s all I can do not to pass out. I can’t see it, but I can feel it slamming against the inside of my gut. It’s got to be a least nine inches, slim, not as much girth as Boss. My pussy begins to loosen and welcome him in, a hot rush spreading through my body.
Holy shit, this is so good. His cock feels incredible. Is he all the way in? Fuck I need more.
As he fucks me roughly, his mate gets his phone out and starts taking pictures and video. Box Cutter pulls his cock completely out of me and immediately thrusts it back inside me, the sensation of his knob slipping back inside me with no resistance, is so intense that my knees begin to buckle, my thighs shaking. He does it again and again.
“Oh fuck, wait until you see this. This little faggot is already beginning to gape up,” his mate with the camera says in awe. I can’t help but feel a moment of shame.
Boss comes down by my ear again, “Some souvenirs of your day out boy. Your pussy, mmm, it looks so damn hot right now.”
Hearing the pleasure, bordering on pride in his voice, sends a deep thrill through my gut. Seconds later Box Cutter pauses and then with a loud groan and one last thrust, he cums inside me. I can feel the base of his cock sharply pulsing against my pussy lips as he unloads. My eyes roll back in my head, it’s fucking amazing. He shudders down against my back panting and moaning. Hearing his ecstatic pleasure my cock becomes so stiff it’s almost painful.
“Fuck Boss, you’re right, I haven’t fucked a cunt that tight in years” he gasps.
“Aww fuck, let me at him” 2nd yells as he hands his phone to Box Cutter.
2nd brings his veiny cock up to my now very willing pussy, its quite a bit thicker than Box Cutter’s. Using his mates cum as lube, the slickness of it relaxing my insides, I feel my pussy lips hugging his mushroom head as he slowly works it inside me. With a slight wiggle, a pause, and then a soft pop, it’s inside. Immediately behind the head, his cock shaft widens more, and as he plunges it deeper into me I feel my cunt suck him in. I can feel his thick cock stretching me open and I spread my legs to welcome him in deeper. His groans are out of this world.
My whimpers are now deep moans of pleasure. I’m so disgusted with myself but I can feel that this is what I’ve secretly been wanting, needing, and in a frenzy of enthusiastic ecstasy I begin to grind and shimmy my hips back against him. Little growls and purrs coming out of me.
“Nice boy, you’re a right little slut aren’t you?” Boss says.
I hear Boss’s 2nd grunt as he unloads inside me. He pulls out quickly.
“Mmm what a beautiful gape you have,” Boss croons, and gets down and rims the cum out of my juiced up cunt for a few seconds. “You’ve done a good job boys, hold him open for me.”
“Yes Boss.”
2nd roughly jams his fingers into my gaping cunt to hold me open. Boss lines his cock up with my cunt and begins to piss deep inside me.
“Look at you, you filthy faggot, you’re nothing but a cum dump toilet now, a whore to be used,” Boss sneers.
The feeling of his hot piss hitting the inside of my rectum, marking me like a dog, is ecstatic and I can’t help but moan in pleasure.
“Slut,” Boss says.
Boss walks around and leans back on the mower, looking down at me as he crosses his legs, his thick throbbing cock, a vein running down the top length of the shaft, is right at my eye level. I gaze at it longingly, before ripping my eyes away.
I look up at him, and he reaches down to cradle my chin.
“Ok boys, round two,” he says.
My eyes close, even with the piss gag, a happy smile begins to creep across my face and I nestle my cheek into his calloused hand.
“That’s it boy, you’re such a good boy,” he croons.
He climbs up onto the seat, pulling the gag out of my mouth.
“I’m going to skull fuck you now boy” he says. There’s a tender look in his eyes.
As I feel the zip ties dig into my flesh, I suddenly remember my predicament and a surge of anger flares in me when I see him looking at me with such softness.
How fucking dare you look at me like that, you cunt.
He presses his cock up to my lips. My sudden anger rapidly begins to fade as I feel a hungry desire begin to overwhelm me. Annoyed with myself I try to fight it, even if it’s just for some momentary dignity, but it’s taking everything I can to keep my mouth closed.
Pre cum is oozing out of his piss hole, my rabid hunger increases but I stubbornly keep my mouth closed, using whatever self respect I can muster. The look of tenderness in his eyes disappears to be replaced with icy control. He roughly and forcefully slaps me in time with each word.
“Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth. Slut.”
The humiliating indignation of being slapped flares in me.
“Fuck you c…”
That was all he needed, his cock hits the back of my throat. I begin to choke. Gagging, spit begins to fly out of my mouth and Box Cutter slips his massive rod inside me, spit roasting me from behind. I feel my body surrendering to the extreme pleasure of being filled from both ends.
Boss holds my head firm and roughly fucks my face. Continuing to gag, barely able to breathe, it feels as though I’m about to vomit. In a moment of pure self preservation I open my mouth as wide as I can, breathing through my nose. Deliberately softening my tongue, I relax my throat and position my head the best I can.
Where a second ago there was resistance and choking, all of a sudden there’s welcoming, allowing. A deep groan escapes from Boss.
“Oh fuck boy, that’s it, oh yes, mmm boy, fuck yes. Oh, good boy, you’re such a good boy.”
His clear pleasure excites me, I soften more wanting to hear his pleasure, deeply desiring to please him. His cock slips deeper into my throat, holding my head still, thrusting and moaning, slobber and drool dripping out of me. My throat loves the sensation of his cock massaging me from the inside.
After some time of pure synchronised pleasure, Boss, eyes closed and transported to another realm, begins to grunt, his eyes shoot open and he quickly pulls out of my me, just as cum shoots all over my face, into my eye, dripping down my nose and all over my lips. As I look up at him, both of us panting, my tongue slips out and takes as much of his cum into me as possible.
He looks down at me, smiling in knowing triumph. I feel myself beginning to lose myself in surrender to his complete hold over me. I slip into a heady delirium, with eyes closed it’s hard to form thoughts. I just feel waves of pleasure as I bask in the memory of that look from Boss.
They take two more turns at me, Boss, Box Cutter and 2nd, cumming and pissing into my now very loose cunt. I feel the cum and piss beginning to drip down the inside of my thighs, and I find myself returning to the surface of my mind.
Even in my blissful delirium, a momentary wave of disgust slips over me, but deep deep inside, guarded secretly within myself, I know that this is what I’ve always wanted, what I’ve always needed. I know without doubt that this is what I’m meant to be. Boss’s boy.
“Hey boys, have a look, this little faggots cunt was already clean when he got here, it’s just piss and cum oozing out. Little slut whores like this one usually come down here prepared,” Boss says,
They chuckle knowingly, as the cum and piss continues to seep down my legs. Boss walks around beside me again.
“Look at you slut, you’re nothing but a disgusting little whore,” Boss says as he spits on me.
My eyes snap open, as if I’d been slapped again, a pause. I tremble with renewed rage.
“What are you?”
But as quickly as it rose, the anger subsides again. Realising I can’t go anywhere and knowing there’s no point in resisting any further, that actually, I don’t want to resist, I mutter bitterly,
“I’m a disgusting little whore.”
As he turns away Boss laughs, “Ok boys in the front seat of my car you’ll find what I need.”
Box Cutter’s mate goes running to find it.
I close my eyes and can feel my pussy pulsing. I can feel how hungry it is to be filled and a deep shame fills me. Tears start streaming down my face as the words escape from me.
“Thank you Boss” quietly at first then louder. “Thank you Boss, please Boss, please fuck me more, please get back inside me, please Boss.”
I’m shocked, but I can’t stop them. I beg for him to be back inside me. He jerks my head up by the hair.
“Oh trust me boy, I’m gonna fuck you up real good, you mouthy little cunt. You ever disrespect me like that again and I’ll remind you what that fucking faggot mouth is for,” he growls.
2nd returns with a collar and leash. Boss, in a matter of moments expertly fastens the collar around my neck.
“Listen to me very clearly now boy. From this moment on, you are my fucking property. A slut and a toy to be used by me. I will fuck you when I please and how I please. I will use this little sluts body for my pleasure, you got that?”
I don’t answer as I fully take in what it is he’s saying so he savagely yanks on the leash, through gritted teeth he says,
“Don’t make me fucking repeat myself boy!”
“Yes Boss, I understand, I am your property, a slut, a toy, for you to use as you wish,” I say, and a confused rush of pleasure and desire and shame convulse through me.
He shoves the piss soaked jocks back into my mouth, my face covered in his cum, piss and cum dripping down my legs.
“Good boy” he croons.
Barely able to breathe he comes down by my ear and brings something under my nose. A sudden wave of unexpected terror overwhelms me as I envision waking up in a ditch, abandoned, and I desperately try to turn my head away from him.
He yanks on the leash.
“Breathe it in slut, as I said earlier boy, we can do this nice, or we can do this nasty. It’s your choice. I suggest if you don’t want me to tear you open that you breathe it in,” he says.
It’s a warning that is filled with concern and care.
He fucking cares? Really? Fuck this cunt.
Fully realising what is about to happen, and knowing it’s best to make this as easy on myself as possible, I quickly breathe in as much of the amyl as I can.
“Good boy,” he says
As the heady rush races through my body I feel his fingers exploring my sloppy cunt.
“More boy,” he orders.
I breathe in some more. There’s a pause and he slips three fingers, then four into my pussy, I can feel it stretching and releasing from the amyl. Excitement floods through me as I realise just how much he’s already inside me. He starts gently pushing, my cunt begins to ache, the pressure and resistance building, I start to panic and feel my whole body tense.
“More boy,” he says, softly, gently.
I breathe in, as the rush comes over me something snaps and lets go deep inside me. All of the shame, fear and humiliation just drop away. I so badly want him inside me that there’s no point pretending anymore, I’m just his slut, why put up a front?
As I fully surrender to my Boss, and his fist slides all the way in, I feel my pussy lips tighten on his wrist, locking onto him. There’s a moment of pure shock. The realisation that Boss has his arm fully inside me slowly fills me. The shock is replaced with ecstatic joy and animalistic hunger and I begin to bear back on him.
“Good boy, that’s it, you’re doing such a good job, mmm you’re such good boy. Oh my boy, you look so beautiful on my arm. Such a beautiful slut.” Boss says, with such a tone of reverence that I completely accept where I belong. Resting in the power of my Boss.
He gently fists me and I’m swimming in a sea of ecstasy. My whole body thrums in waves as I begin to cum.
“Get ready boys,” he says.
Box cutter and 2nd prepare their phones. He gently pulls his fist out of me, pulling my cheeks apart, my cunt gapes open longing for him to be back inside.
“There it is boys,” he says proudly.
“Fuck yeah,” groans Box Cutter.
“Nice job Boss” says 2nd.
Fully in shock as they take photos, completely numb, with cum and piss dripping out of my destroyed pussy which is now a gaping cunt, I murmur through tears.
“Thank you boss, thank you boss, thank you boss.”
Boss bundles me up and carries me to the car, fully surrendered, my head rests on his chest. Supported by his strength, he gently arranges me in the front seat.
“He’s had enough for one day boys, I’m gonna get him home and take care of him,” Boss says quietly.
***
In a post ecstatic delirium, I watch the streets pass by. Boss is talking gently to me the entire time, but I don’t quite take it in. I’m numb and ecstatically happy.
I’m shocked back to reality as I feel the gentle hands rubbing me down, the water from the shower, warm easing over my tired, buzzing body. I’m momentarily confused.
Why is someone touching me so gently, I’m nothing but a slut, a whore to be used.
I look up and there’s Boss, his face a flood of concern, tenderness and care. He’s supporting me as he gently caresses all over me.
“It’s ok boy, I got you, you’re mine, you’re safe, I’ll take care of you, protect you. It’s ok, let it go, let it go.”
I sink into him, into his strength, into his care. I begin to sob as he holds me. With pure joy.
After gently drying me off, crooning to me the whole time, I feel my strength and sense of self begin to return, renewed, we walk to the bedroom. As we enter I look around and see at the foot of the bed, a cage, the door open, as though it’s been waiting for me.
I look at him searchingly.
“Yes boy, it’s for you, it’s yours” he says softly.
I pause, momentarily afraid again. He takes my hands gently, looks deep into my eyes, not a hint of cruelty in him.
“It’s ok boy, you’re safe, you’re my boy now, my property. I protect and care, very deeply, for what is mine,” he says firmly, and I’m left without doubt that his words are true.
Without taking my eyes off him, searching his face to see that I truly am safe, protected and cared for, I get down on my hands and knees and crawl inside. He gently locks the cage behind me.
“Good boy,” he says.
I watch him walk over to the bed and begin to pull something out from under it. It looks like…
Is that a fuck machine?
Realisation hits me quickly and before I can control my face, a wry cunning smile begins to spread across it. I try to conceal the smile but it’s too late, Boss sees everything. I look up and he’s proudly grinning back at me.
“Who do you belong to?”
On hands and knees I turn around and back my still gaping cunt up to the bars.
“I belong to Boss.”
“Good boy.”