Owned Bottom Boi

By the time he finished his MBA, he had already established himself as a dominant figure in the company he interned for, so it was only natural that he took over a position that was opened. He worked his way through the company over the years until he finally became CEO at the age of 38, the youngest CEO in the history of the company. By the time Nico turned 45, he was ranked the most successful businessman in NYC and the most eligible bachelor.  Nico never lost his college athlete looks. He had a wavy, dark hair, piercing brown eyes, olive skin, defined abs for days. He was the envy of every guy in his company and every girl wanted to be with him. He knew he could play the field as long as he wanted, and he did. His dominate personality helped him to be successful in the board room and end the bedroom.

When the metro magazine named him "Most Eligible Bachelor in the Five Boroughs", Nico was asked to pose for a photo shoot with their photographer, Tyler. Tyler was fresh out of college, not a day over 22 and he looked even younger. He had a slim athletic build with beautiful sandy blonde hair and the deepest blue eyes. He was quiet and reserved, but he carried himself with confidence. He was hired on a provisional basis and this photo shoot was going to be his final task before they decided whether or not to make him permanent. Since Nico didn't like a lot of people around his pent house, he and the magazine agreed to send Tyler alone to do the photo shoot.

On the day of the photo shoot, Tyler arrived at 7:00 AM sharp to start setting up for the shoot. Nico's housekeeper let him in while Nico finished his shower. The housekeeper showed Tyler to the bedroom where they would start the shoot. Tyler was dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt.

After he finished setting up, Tyler sat confidently in a chair to wait for Nico.  When he finally came out of the shower wrapped only in a towel, Nico was still drying his hair when he began talking to Tyler, not even looking at him.  He was so used to being the most dominant person in any setting that it was generally his habit to talk "at" the people who worked under him, and not to them, and this was the case with Tyler too.   Although he was quiet, Tyler was had an extremely dominant personality. He went into photography because he like to be in control and he loved to give orders. Throughout college, Tyler's dominant personality took form anytime he walked into the room. He knew he could get anyone to do anything he wanted, and he often used that to his advantage. By the time he graduated, Tyler had managed to acquire several bois (all around his age) that served and waited on him hand and foot. But he was never satisfied with them as they were always too immature to follow through with his orders. He usually ended up getting rid of them after a few weeks.   When he graduated and moved to the City, he decided to set his sites on a well established man to make his boi. That way, Tyler wouldn't need to train him or worry about his immaturity. The moment he saw Nico enter the bedroom with his olive skin and perfect body still glistening from the shower, walking with that cocky air of confidence that exuded dominance as if to say "You are beneath me", Tyler knew that he was going to make Nico his boi. As Nico was talking, never actually stopping to look at the photographer, Tyler fixated his deep blue eyes on him, his face never breaking, never wavering from his intent. Tyler did not hear a word the object of his attention was saying when Nico, still with his back to Tyler, dropped the towel to the floor revealing a perfectly sculpted ass.

Tyler thought to himself, "Fuck, that boi is gonna be my bitch and I'm gonna love fucking that virgin ass many times a day." When Nico finally turned around, still naked and showing off his Italian meat that was just as big (6 inches) even when it was flaccid, Tyler chuckled thinking, "Nice dick.  Can't wait to lock it in chastity so that he will never touch it again."   Finally, Nico looked up from drying off, still naked, and made eye contact with Tyler for the first time. He stopped mid-word, forgetting what he was saying. The two stared at each other intently for a few seconds until Tyler, never shifting his stern gaze, extended his hand and said in a tone laden with control and dominance, "Hi.  I'm Tyler." Nico stuttered, "I'm....I'm....uh.  I'm Nico.  It's a pleasure."  Nico had never been in a room with another alpha male whose dominance and control competed with his own.  He wasn't sure how to react and at the same time, he felt his own dominating personality diminish. He felt this seemingly uncontrollable urge to immediately do anything that Tyler asked. Tyler never lowered his stare, never broke his demeanor. He, like all good alphas, could tell instantly when he was going succeed in his conquest. The signs were always there. The specimen stuttered nonstop because he couldn't think straight. You could always see the sweat beads forming on his forehead. His hands were cold and clammy. And he could never take his eyes off Tyler but could never stare him directly in the eye either. Even in the brief first moments of their time together, Nico was exhibited every sign. Tyler raised his camera and started snapping pictures of Nico, not even waiting for him to get dressed. Nico had never been attracted to any guy. As president of his fraternity, he blackballed any pledge or brother who he assumed was gay. He had slept with hundreds, maybe even thousands of girls. His masculinity never came into question. But now, at this moment, all Nico could think about was this young photographer. He couldn't even bring himself to protest when Tyler started taking pictures of his still naked body. The only thought he had in his mind was how could he make this perfect young man in front of him happy. Tyler continued clicking photo after photo barking orders at Nico. "Lay on the bed.  No on your stomach.  Spread your legs a bit. Use your hands and spread those ass cheeks."  Tyler ordered, Nico complied without hesitation. "Roll over on your back, " Tyler demanded.  Nico rolled over to reveal a raging, throbbing 9 inch hard on. At first Nico looked at Tyler with pride. His dick was always the center of attention when he was naked. But Tyler didn't look pleased at all and Nico became embarrassed quickly. "Who the fuck told you that you could get hard?" Nico stumbled over his words, "Uh..Sir...I couldn't help it...Sir."  Never cracking a smile, Tyler laughed to himself and decided to turn the temperature up by taking off his shirt revealing the perfect gym cut body of a 22 year old Alpha.  His youthful body both enticed Nico and made him feel inadequate even with his Romanesque features.   "You need to cover that up, bitch," Tyler said referencing Nico's erection. "Nobody wants to see that, boi." "Boi? Bitch?" Nico had never been called such things before but hearing them only made him more excited. He tried in vain to cover up the erection, each time looking to Tyler for approval and only getting looks of disappointment. Tyler stopped clicking and walked to his bag. "I've got just the thing to stop your insolence boi," he said as he reached into his bag pulling out a contraption that Nico had never seen before. "We're going to slide this over your penis and lock it up. That way, I can control the erections to finish the photo shoot."   Nico looked nervously as Tyler walked toward him and slid the chastity cage on his dick. As Tyler pushed the cage on, Nico finally started losing his erection (not for lack of excitement, but for the fear of the unknown with this new device).  After a few moments, Nico's dick had softened enough for Tyler to get the cage completely on, shrinking what was once a 9 inch hard dick (and a soft 6 inches) to just under 3 inches that would never get hard again.  Once he had it on, he took the lock and looked up at Nico. Nico had a horrified look in his eyes when he heard the click of the lock and for the first time saw Tyler smile. "You know bitch," Tyler laughed. "That is the last time you will ever see an erection. See this key? It's the only one and it will stay in my possession at all times. The only time I will unlock you is to clean you and to change your cage...to a smaller cage." "Wha...what?' was all that Nico could muster. He knew at that moment that his life at changed forever. He instinctively lowered himself to his knees as Tyler walked back to his bag and pulled out a jock strap and a butt plug. "Put these on bitch." He tossed the jock to Nico. "Get on the bed, doggy style." Nico complied. The next thing he felt was his virgin hole opening as Tyler slid the buttplug deep up his cunt. "Now, listen carefully, bitch," he said as he guided Nico back to his knees and then took a seat on the bed. "You belong to me. Everything you own is now mine, not yours. In this house, you will only wear this jock. Nothing else. The plug never leaves your ass unless you're going to the bathroom. Then, it goes in your mouth until you're finished. The goal is to make sure that one of your holes is plugged at all times. "You will go to work every day as you normally do," he continued. "However, every hour, I will text you with a task that you must complete. Understood?" Nico nodded affirmation and the said, "Yes, Sir." "Now," Tyler pulled out his own monster cock that dwarfed Nico's previously 9 inch meat. "Get used to this, you're going to be on it a lot," he said as he slid his dick down Nico's throat. _________ The following Monday, Nico called the metro magazine to inform them that he was no longer the City's most eligible bachelor and that he had decided to hire on their photographer, Tyler, as his own personal cameraman.

Later that afternoon, he closed out all of his banking and savings accounts and opened new ones in Tyler's name. Then he changed his direct deposit from work to Tyler's new account.

On Tuesday, he signed the deeds to all of his possessions, cars, houses, boats, and even his plane, over to Tyler.  By Friday, he and Tyler had a notarized document stating that until Tyler decided to end the contract, Nico was his property. Everything that Nico earned belonged to Tyler.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Rogers, I promise everything will be in working order by the party.”

Over the first few days, Zeke worked diligently as Bill relaxed on the patio watching the sun glisten off Zeke’s perfect body. Zeke, knowing that Bill was watching, would purposefully flex while staring at Bill with a look of total control. He would take his shirt off and toss it to Bill playfully. He would wear the skimpiest of bathing suits to tease Bill. All the while, Bill would stare almost drooling.

At the beginning of the third week, Zeke walked in to work, he told Bill that he had forgotten his swim trunks today, so he’d have to work on the nude, if that was ok. Bill, almost overly too eager, quickly agreed, and Zeke took off his clothes and began to work in the nude.

Bill wanted nothing more than to be close to him, so he started helping Zeke out, just enough to get close up peaks at Zeke’s perfect cock. As Bill helped more and more, Zeke started doing less and less. By the end of the day, Zeke was lounging in the chair while Bill was working hard to clean and ready the pool for the party.

This continued through the rest of the week. Zeke came to “work” and relaxed while Bill followed all of his rules. As the day drew to a close on Thursday, Zeke started upstairs he tossed his apartment keys to Bill.

“Here you go, boi, the keys to your new place. Don’t forget that tomorrow is payday. I’m thinking it’s time for a raise....$2000 a week out to cover it.”

Bill stood there staring as Zeke continued.

“Oh, and next to the night stand there is a list of my friends that you will need to create invitations to the pool party for. Have your friends show up at 8 am to get into uniform so they can work the party. I’ve also left instructions and the bills for the bar I ordered and the catering. Make sure that’s paid before you come in tomorrow.”

Bill hung his head down as he started to the door. He knew this was the natural order of things, and he knew not to protest, but to accept his new life as boi to his Alpha.

“Oh. One more thing, boi. I’ve already changed the alarm code so you’ll need to call when you get here tomorrow. Now, get the Fuck out of my house.”

With that, Bill dropped the keys to the BMW on the counter, picked up Zeke’s moped and headed out the door to start his new life as an omega boi to his Alpha.

Zeke walked upstairs to the Master Suite and jumped in the California king bed thinking to himself, “Alpha life is the best.”

Sir had promised to take it to dinner and to see the new Justice League movie, but after these transgressions, Sir decided punishment was in store.

“Boi, on the bed, assume spanking position.”

The boi complied with a tear in its eye.

“Now, I’m going out to dinner and to watch the Justice League movie with house slave boi. It will be my stand in. You are to stay in this position until I return to issue your spankings. I want you to think about what you’ve done. Oh...and see that camera, boi? Don’t even think about moving.”

Sir called house slave boi @grover3, who cheerfully walked up to Sir smiling at the boi. “Let’s go, bitch. You’ve earned a night off. Boi @rdufukr will do your chores after i spank it when we get back.”

Coach kept the fridge stocked with beer and the cupboards full of food. While the boys were out relaxing, he would cater to all of their needs, bring their drinks, preparing snacks, cooking meals. He waited on them hand and foot (literally).

The boys had a different name for the weekend retreats. They called it “Coach faggot training”. Early in the season, the boys had made Coach their bitch. He was all too eager to allow them to use him as their slave.

Each night, he would find the players hot girls to come over so they could fuck. He was ordered to stay locked in the closet until the girls left. He would sit in complete darkness listening to the sounds of the orgy hoping and praying that they would grant him the privilege of licking their dicks clean when they were finished.

Each morning, Sir leaves a list of chores for it to complete. He also tells what it which book it is to read after it has finished its chores and the essay topic it to submit to Him. At no point during its day, does the fag have “down time”. Each thing it does is for the direct pleasure of Sir or to better itself to serve Sir better.

So, when Sir arrives, the fag has completed all of its alone chores, and has Sir’s drink ready. The remainder of its day is spent in direct attention to Sir (with the small exception of cleaning up after Sir’s meal). It’s mouth will be servicing some part of Sir’s magnificent body until He falls asleep. Only then, after does its evening chores, is fag allowed free time to relax. But it most be mindful that it must wake up 2 hours earlier than Sir to get His day started out right.

The night of the big game was no different. His team had just beat the cross town rivals 56 - 0, and he was feeling good with the school’s undefeated record. As the last assistant coach said good night, he got up to go make sure everything was clean and lock up so he could get home to his new wife.

As he walked into the locker room, he heard some movement. “Is anyone in here?” He asked. When he turned the corner, he saw his quarterback, the rival team’s quarterback, and one of their receivers waiting on him.

“Guys, what’s going on here?” He asked.

“Well, Coach,” his QB, Connor, said. “West’s QB and receiver were pretty pissed with the ass whopping we just gave them. They confronted me here and I had to make a deal.”

“What deal, Connor?”

“They were gonna beat my ass and break my throwing arm so I couldn’t play in the State Championship. So, I bargained with them. I told them that rather than injure your star QB, you would be willing to let them do what they want to you. Please coach, help me out. I need to play so I can get that scholarship to Miami.”

“Uh,” Coach stammered. “What do you plan on doing to me?”

It became obviously clear as they walked toward him rubbing the bulges in their pants. The rival QB placed his hands on Coach’s shoulders pushing him to his knees. “I hope you’re well rested, fag. It’s gonna be a long night....and I promise your ass is gonna be sore tomorrow.”

As he finished his sentence, both boys dropped their pants. Then he heard a noise behind him. “Come on in guys, he’s ready.”

The next thing Coach knew, the entire rival team was in the locker room with their cocks out. He looked in Connor’s eyes from across the room and was shocked when Connor stood up, pulled his dick out, and joined the circle.

The next morning, Coach thought to himself, “Damn, He was right. My ass is so sore. But I can’t wait till next week’s game.”

Jackson picked up on this pretty quickly, so He knew He could use it to His advantage. Each day He’d walk in staring at Mr. Hopper with a cocky grin. Throughout the class, He’d fixate His eyes on Mr. Hopper. Mr. Hopper instinctively lowered his gaze.

This happened throughout the year. As Jackson continued to find more success in class with minimal effort, He knew that He had complete control over Mr. Hopper. He knew He could make Hopper do anything He demanded.

One day, He went to Mr. Hopper’s room to ask for “help”. As soon as He cleared the door, Hopper started to noticibly tremble. Somehow, he knew exactly what was coming next. Jackson slowly closed the door, never taking His eyes off Hopper. He said in a commanding voice, “Hey, Hopper, I need your help with this hard assignment.” As He spoke, He glanced down at His cock. Hopper cleared his throat nerviously but eagerly moving toward Jackson, his mouth watering. Jackson unzipped his pants. As Hopper started slurping on His thick cock, Jackson said, “I think I’m going to be needing a lot of help from here on out, right Hopper?”