"I'm your boss, and as far as I'm concerned, this is the best part of your job."

We were all alone in his warehouse office. He leaned back in his chair, those beefy, hairy arms wide clasped behind his head, relaxing from our inventory check. That night, as I bent over counting boxes he had brushed my ass more than once with his hand, and even once with his fat crotch; I had feigned ignorance and not protested. Now, as his eyes wandered down my frame, his tone got deadly serious, and the moment of truth fast approached. He was all business. "I think it's time you stripped."

I hesitated.

"Take 'em off, I said!" The irritation in his voice and his commanding tone were intimidating. I paused, then slowly doffed my clothing. My throbbing erection gave my heart away. He was no fool either, and seemed pleased to see me aroused and vulnerable.

"Now, come to Daddy."

I was drawn, fascinated by his demeanor, and more than a little excited to stand naked in front of and to be commanded by this mammoth of a working man. He stood as I approached, his gaze intent, his rough hand slid across my trembling pecs and encircled my bicep, and then with the other hand - my _c_o_c_k_ and balls. He slowly squeezed, holding then tight as I winced and cringed. His serious stare soaked in my peril, coldly gauging my pain, attempting to hold me at the brink of my endurance, for as long as he saw fit. His crotch grew bigger and firmer as his control grew over me. "You're nothing but a useless _c_o_c_k_ sucker. Aren't you?" He squeezed harder. I winced again, and I nodded.

"Yea, all your good for is sucking my dick. Isn't that right?" Again, he convinced me that nodding was a good idea at that time. "Yea, you're nothing but a useless little _c_o_c_k_ sucker. It's a good thing you've got me."

"Now kneel."

I knelt. I had been well trained by many previous and strenuous sessions, mercilessly forced to comply so many times before that I had lost my will to protest. He, my boss, had used his position of authority, along with measures of pain and deprivation, to stake his claim and become my owner - and more - my dictatorial benefactor of love. Like him, I lived to deny my desires. Our presence together on the pretense of inventory, alone in his office that night, gave testimony to that fact.

"That's my good little boy." He sat down. Spreading his thighs, his need arose, as did mine. "Obedience makes me hard." He rubbed the monstrous bulge nestled snugly between his steaming oaken thighs. "Just do as you're told, and I won't have to slap you around. You're such an obedient worker now," he cooed as he brushed my cheek with the back of his hand, "but I'm glad you resisted at first. It wouldn't have been nearly so much fun breaking you in if you hadn't." A stinging slap got my attention, reminding me of our early days. "That's just a reminder. Don't you ever forget who's the boss here. I am the boss. Who's your boss, boy?"

"You are, Sir."

"Mmmm.... you got that right. And I like seeing you on your knees, servicing me. I think you like working for me because you like working on my dick. That's why you work for me, ain't it?" He rubbed my head, smiling down at me. "Daddy's got a surprise you, he's been saving a big load for a whole week, just for his baby. Rub here." He led my trembling hand to a bulb in the big, warm bulge.

"Ahhhh... yes.... mmm....." Hair crept out all around the neck of his t-shirt. A forearm thick with hair grazed my view, grabbing the hair at the back of my head. He pushed a thumb between my lips. "Open, pretty boy."

He, unzipping his pants, freeing his ample charge, released a smell of musk that wafted to greet me. I began to struggle. A fearsome slap landed soundly across my face. "_f_u_c_k_ing no-good faggot. I ain't got no time for your _f_u_c_k_ing bull_s_h_i_t_ today." He slid his belt from his loops, waving it in my face. "You see this? Struggle again and that's what you're gonna get. Don't you make me use it. Or maybe that's what you want. Do you really want that?" I shook my head. He breathed heavily, anger and tension thickened the air. He collared me with it tightly, and pulled my face to his crotch. "Get busy, and you'd better do it right."

I buried my face in his ample crotch, up, down, up, down, my little sucking noises drowned out by his heavy breathing and moaning, up, down, up, down.

"Don't you _f_u_c_k_in' play with yourself. What do you think I am, a faggot like you?" I cringed at the sound of his anger. "Tighter. Tighten those lips."

I remained his obedient servant.

"This goes on your performance review."

Tighter yet. Up, down, up, down, up, down.

"Get moving. Now, take it all."

I couldn't help myself. My _c_o_c_k_ was throbbing. I started stroking. He didn't notice for a few minutes.

"Get your hand off you're _c_o_c_k_! I didn't give you permission to do that, you _f_u_c_k_in' faggot!" His tone changed. "Look's like it performance appraisal time. Turn over. Get over my knee, now!"

The air on my upturned ass felt cool momentarily, but then it burned like fire as the swats rained down. His forefinger and thumb encircled my privates, arresting their movement, stretching when I writhed with pain, anchoring me to his lap.

"_f_u_c_k_in' no good bitch." He dumped me on my knees in disgust. "Open."

Standing, he propelled his _c_o_c_k_ all the way to the back of my throat, and pushed down on my head.

"Who's your Daddy?" I gagged and struggled.

"Yea, you like it. I'm your Daddy, and you live for my big dick, don't ya?" He wiggled it around, gagging me again.

"Well, if you can't take it one way, sure as hell I can make you take it the other. Over the desk."

Inventory papers went flying, his massive size and weight on my back pinned me firmly to the desk.

"The good Lord helps those who help themselves, and lucky for you he's definitely on my side tonight." His rod came between my _f_u_c_k_ing cheeks, his grunting thrusts the shape of things to come.

"_f_u_c_k_, baby, let your Daddy in!" He grasped the far side of the desk and plugged my hole, forcing his way inside.

"Ahhhh....aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" - our cries, in unison. His joy became my pain, and my rapture. He pushed, and pushed, and pulled, and pumped me against the desk again and again. Grunting, sweating, fat hairy animal that he was, my boss.

Faster, harder, "_f_u_c_k_, you've got a sweet ass." More pumping.

"_f_u_c_k_ ya." Grunting fat hairy animal.

"Oh _f_u_c_k_ you're tight." Firm and forceful flesh slapped my bottom and my soul.

"_f_u_c_k_ yea." He pushed it in hard, sighing.

"Oh yea, I'm coming." I went numb with desire.

"Yea baby, I'm coming up your ass." Pounding harder.

"ohhhh... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........ aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" His vise-like grip pinned me hard. His body wracked and muscles taught.

He slumped, weighing two or three elephant tons.

He rested there, breathing and throbbing.

Relieved, he raised himself and slid out, wiping his dick off.

He zipped up and belted my ass. "Go home and jerk yourself off. You have my permission to come, but only once."

My muscles were trembling.

"Now, what do you say?"

"I remain now, and always, your humble servant and obedient slave. Thank-you sir for your love."

"You got that right, boy. Now, get lost."

I struggled to put on my clothes.

His anger aroused. "What's the matter with you? Are you _f_u_c_k_ing deaf - or what? Get the _f_u_c_k_ out of my office, now!"

I grabbed my clothes and ran.

Soon at home, naked, on my back, I fantasized and reveled in the attainment of a love unlike most, and came in throbbing ecstasy while reminiscing of his many exploits, the experience of a hundred aggressive ejaculations washing through me, emblazoning my orgasmic rushes.

About me: I fantasize about being the stock boy in this story. If you liked it, I hope you'll send me an email and let me know your own experiences, and fantasies. - jason_roberts_27@hotmail. com