I Enslave My Boss after the Apocalypse Part One
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The year is 2021 and I live in the only domed city in North America and the only city on the content still alive. The plague wiped out the rest of the population in 10 short days. Our alien rescuers will not tell us where the virus came from, but most of us think it was a biological weapon that escaped and mutated. No virus in history ever killed so fast or attacked every mammal species. It killed women much faster than men but no one was immune. That sounds like a genocide weapon to me. I was barricaded in my house when I lost consciousness. I was sick and dying and did not expect to wake up. Most men did not wake up. I woke up in an alien hospital feeling physically strong. Whatever the aliens did to cure the plague in us also rebuilt our bodies. So we look and feel like we did when we were 18. There are 4999 other lean fit men with 18 year old bodies crammed into this island of safety with me. Most of the men here look like they could have been on the Sean-Cody porn site. There are only 30,000 men left on earth in 6 cramped domed cities. No women survived,but our rescuers tell us they can clone women and many of the extinct mammals from DNA samples if and when the virus is conquered in the wild. They say the virus has many bird and reptile hosts that do not become ill, and the virus is constantly mutating. Finding a way to making earth safe for humans again may take decades if not centuries. We asked them to clone women now. They told us that the cities are overcrowded and food, clean air, and clean water are barely adequate for human survival. The men in the cities do not age and there are thousands of men in cold storage to replace us if we die or for other reasons. Breeders are not needed to make more mouths to feed, and a few women would create competition and violence that might doom the city. As much as I would like to get laid by a real women, I had to admit they were right. Somehow I survived the plague outside, and I will do anything to live long enough for the world to be clean again, so I can stand on real grass and breathe clean air, and pass my genes on.
In the dome city, living space is very limited as is food and water. The air is endlessly scrubbed and the hydroponic gardens produce some O2, but still the air is thin and smells from the sweat of 5000 hard working men packed into this life boat the aliens have provided. Before the plague I was an engineer at a green fuel plant that took garbage and turned it into fuel and fertilizer in fermentation tanks. That is my job in the Dome too in a way. I'm in charge of the fermentation vats that quickie recycles our piss and shit into food that looks and tastes something like chicken, pasta, or milk. The dregs from the vats go to the hydroponic garden for fertilizer.
I'm valuable to the city and the aliens, so I get a few perks and luxuries most other men do not. I have an apartment the size of acloset with a coffin sized shower/toilet combo, but water for the shower is only available once per week for 4 minutes. Most men sleep on in a bunk room with 100 other men on cots only one foot apart. They queue up to use the urinals and toilets. They get to scrub their balls and ass cracks with 20 other men in a communal shower once per week. I know this is sounds like the beginning of rape scene in a maximum security prison, but it is not. The aliens rescued us from extinction and are working hard keep us alive, but they are not bleeding heart liberals. Every man here contributes to our survival somehow or he is given the privilege of breathing fresh outside air again for a few short hours. Men who are violent or even just more trouble than they are worth get put outside, so there are no rapes in the showers or bunk rooms here. But there is a kind of sex in the bunk rooms. At the end of each sleep period, the entertainment monitors on the walls come to light and start showing random vintage porn for 15 minutes to help the men relieve their morning wood. It is not awkward jacking off in front of your straight buddies if there is straight porn and everybody does it, and everybody does it. 100 men in the same room jacking-off into thick reusable condoms so even their jizz can be recycled back into food in less than 3 days. Jizz from their balls is the easiest stream for my department to recycle since it is already edible and nutritious, but it goes through the vats anyway since no man here wants anonymous raw cum added to the synthetic gravy on his fake meat meal.
The biggest perk I have now is Paul. Or as I call him now, faggot. Many years ago Paul was my boss from hell, now he is my cum dump, urinal, and slave. I use and abuse him, and it relieves my tension and makes me feel good. He deserves worse but I'm not cruel enough to give him complete justice. The blue skinned aliens would not let me anyway.
I am not crewel, but losing everything and everyone I loved has made me hard and unforgiving, so when the alien rescuers offered to give me a service companion?, I picked Paul from the list of men in deep freeze. I love using and degrading him in every way I can think of. I used to think he was my friend because we were camping and fishing buddies. We talked about everything. It was cool having a mature best buddy like him, but when he talked about his crazy wife and how he was not getting any at home anymore, that made me uncomfortable. It was kind of like he was hitting on me but not being direct and honest about it. All that slowly changed when he talked me into coming to work for him. Away from work he still sometimes acted like my bud, but at work he was like Dr Jeckel and Mr. Hyde. He was either telling me how valuable my work was, how everyone was depending on me, how innovative I was or telling me I was a lazy incompetent fuck-up that nobody would ever want to work with. I dreaded seeing him and answering my phone. I never knew if it would be an invitation to a nice lunch with a pep talk or another "coaching" session behind closed doors in his office. Then the texts at home started. In the middle of the night, I would get a text from him. If I did not reply back in 15 minutes, I got a call that night and an ass chewing in the morning for not being committed to the goals. Soon I was only getting an hour or so of sleep a night because I would wake up all through the night to look at my phone. It started to make me crazy and pissed off my wife. She told me to quite or she was leaving. She was trying to do me a favor, but I could not quite bring myself to quite. He had me convinced I would never get another job if I left. I finally snapped at him, and that gave him a real reason to put me on probation. With my wife gone and the daily "coaching" sessions, I was so beat down; he could have made me do anything. If the company had not gone bankrupt, I'm sure he would have literally put me on my knees to suck his cock and kiss his ass soon, and I would have done it too. He would have conviced me somehow he was doing me a favor to blow him or kiss his ass. But I got lucky and got away from him when we all got layed off. When I got a glowing 6 month review at my next job, I knew he had sadistically fucked my mind, but I would be OK now. I tried not to think about what kind of sick games he played on his wife to make her "crazy" or if his boys were safe from his manipulations and cock. Once years before he was my boss, and we were both pretty drunk, he said psychologist had proven you could drive a dog insane by alternating between petting and beating her.
He was a hairy, middle aged ex-hippy with a big beer gut and a handsome face when he was my boss. Now he is a shaved smooth lean twink. I make him keep the hair on his head shoulder length. His light brown hair is soft and makes his face look kind of fem and pretty. It also gives me something to grab on to when I fuck him doggie style or skull fuck him. This is our routine. I get home from work and find Paul naked (except for a leather collar and wrist cuffs) on his knees at my door. I let him rub his face on my sweaty feet after he removes my shoes and socks. The dirty socks are sealed in a plastic bag to keep the funk fresh. With alien neurological technology, They made him lust and crave the smell and taste of my feet, pits, balls, and ass. My dirty socks are like Viagra, poppers, and cat nip all rolled into one for him. He unconsciously moves his ass up and down as he rubs his face against my feet like a cat in heat that can't keep her horny ass still. After he completely undresses me, he kneels, leans his head back and opens wide. I usually spit on his tongue to give me something to aim my piss at. There is a toilet two feet away, but I like looking into the eyes of the monster that nearly pushed me into a loony bind and pissing in his mouth. His cock is always harder than diamond when I start pissing in his mouth. I fill up his mouth over and over till I'm drained then he milks my cock to get the last drops in his mouth. You might think he likes drinking my piss, but it disgusts him. He has to fight to keep my stinky piss down. Sometimes he pukes and I punish him for it. His dick stays hard because he can't help being my cum slut now. The aliens rewired his brain to make him obedient and submissive At this point my cock is always hard and I need to dump a quick load before dinner, so faggot paul gets a skull fucking. When I was a senior in high school, I needed to drain my nuts 4 or five times a day or keep a permanent hard-on. Now I'm even hornier than I was at 18. Half hour after I dump a load, another load is primed and cocked to blast. My body is better in every way now. I'm just over 6 foot tall with 180 pounds of lean hard muscle. I'm hairy from the tops of my feet to the top of my head. My ex-wife said my firm furry buns were my best feature, but I know she loved Mr. Happy best. Mr. Happy is almost 10? long and the shaft is thicker than a red bull can. The head is wider still and perfect for sealing against the walls of any cunt it is pistoning in and out of. She used to come around for a taste and feel of Mr. Happy even after she divorced me, and Mr. Happy was always up for the job.
But that was my old life. I fuck Paul's face every day after work now. After working 12 hours my balls are over full, so I grip Paul's hair tight and fuck his mouth in short fast stokes. I don't force my dick down his throat when he has a belly full of my piss in him. He gives good tongue because he knows I like that and because he wants my cum even more than I want to nut. He really is a junkie for my cum. I cum fast the 1st time after work. Faggot paul knows I expect him to keep sucking while I empty my balls into him. I love the intense feeling of his tongue moving on my fat cock head as I fire ropes of jizz into his sucking pussy mouth. I do not even have to force him to swish my cum around in his mouth now. He does it on his own till I let him swallow. He coats all the thin skin in his mouth with my cum so the proteins can be absorbed faster. Some protein in my cum gets into his blood and makes his body release the endorphins that make him feel so good and high and makes him such a cock sucking whore. No crack whore was ever lower than he is now.
It is no secret that I have a private cum dumpster, but I still like sending Paul to the canteen for my dinner with cum breath and wearing only thin tight shorts that do nothing to hide his hard-on. He used to be a man and have pride, but now he is a fucking hole, humiliating him strips away a little more of his pride every day.
After I eat what I want of the evening meal, I let Paul eat the scraps off the floor like a dog. It is the only solid food he gets. He gets vitamin supplements too of course, but mostly he lives on cum. The men make over 150 liters of cum every day during the 15 minute wank fest. Almost all of it goes it to a recycling vat, but a full liter of the raw unfiltered jizz goes down the faggot'throat every day. The stuff looks kind of cool in a glass liter jar. The ropes and shots of jizz more or less hold together and slide past each other in the jar like liquid opal snot. Sometimes I pour half a liter in a dish and make him slurp it up like a dog, but it is more fun to feed him like a babbly bird. He tilts his head way back and opens wide for his Master to feed him. I pour his mouth full to the brim with anon cum. I love watching his throat muscles work to pull the thick sticky ball juice into his belly. I always make him lick his lips to get the overflow before the next mouth full. I only feed him half a liter for dinner. He gets to eat the rest on his on the next day for lunch and breakfast. I feed him a full liter of cum once for dinner, but he could not absorb that much. The next day he had unabsorbed cum leaking out of his cunt ass like butter-balls . That was hilarious, but wasteful.
After dinner I like to unwind and watch the entertainment monitor for an hour. While I'm doing that faggot paul is on his back on the floor with one of my stinking dirty socks to his face. He beats his 5" cock like he is on the edge of cumming, but no matter how hard he works his cock, he can't cum that way anymore. He has been modified to serve his new purpose as a fuck hole. He needs something simulating his ass to get him off now , and he is never allowed to touch his ass. Seeing him beat his meat and fag-out with my dirty socks or jock is cool though. His cock pumping severs another purpose too. His precum does not come out of his piss slit now but is dumped just inside his own ass. The more he strokes his cock, the wetter his fuck hole gets. Every night when I put him ass up and face down on my bunk, his hole is wet and lubed for my cock. Well the first inch or two is lubed anyway and that is what I need to get my fat cock head in his fuck hole. He knows I'm going to make it hurt, but every night he gets up on my bunk and spreads his cheeks while he begs me to fuck him. He needs another dose of Mr. C's ball elixir and my 10" fat cock is the hypodermic that gives the pain first then the ecstasy and high. I like to pop my cock head in and out of his tight hole for a few minutes at the beginning. This feels great for both of us and he never knows just when I'll slam it home and make him scream. The last 8" of my cock always goes in his hole dry. That's when he tries to get away from me, but I hold his hips tight and his face is against the wall, so he has to take it as fast and hard as I give it. His hole is so fucking tight and the awesome friction makes my cock feel like a knife stabbing warm meat. I hope men all over the city enjoy hearing him scream like I do. All too soon for me, Paul's reengineered cunt lubes itself and he starts to get off on the fucking. He always cums before I do. His jizz like his prcum is dumped in his ass now. I can feel the hot jets of his cum when it is pumped against the piss tube of my cock. His hole is a sloppy wet tight gash after that. My fat cock head drags a lot of his cum out of his hole and it runs out his hole and soaks my balls. Sometimes the lucky cunt cums twice before I dump my load deep in his cunt.
Some protien or chemical in my cum that him high, It absorbs fast when I nut in his guts. He gets a glazed look in his eyes and all his nerves must be more sensitive. He moans just as loud as he was screaming as he fucks himself on my cock to milk it dry. He rubs his face against my sheets too. After I pull out of his hole with a wet slurping sound, he eagerly mouth cleans my cock and vacuums up the cum from my balls and pubs.
Then it is time for bed. I clip Paul's wrist cuffs to his dog collar so he can't touch his junk. If I didn't he would spend all night trying to jack his meat hard enough to cum. I let him sleep on the floor next to my bunk with my dirty shirt and pants for a pillow. During the middle of the night, I usually wake up with a piss hard-on. Paul is almost always awake and waiting on the chance to wrap his lips around my dick again. With his hands cuffed to the side of his neck, he has no control. He opens wide and covers his teeth, and I gab hand full of his hair to control the face fucking. For me it is just like jacking my meat with a flesh light, but warmer and tighter. I love hearing him gag and struggle not to puck too. He has never puked on my cock. Lucky for him! After I dump another quick load, I roll over to sleep till morning. When the entertainment monitor comes on in the morning, Paul uses his tongue to edge me and suck on my cock head for almost the whole time. I face fuck him balls deep again at the end of the porn time to bust my nut. Everyman needs to piss in the morning. I always my wash cum down faggot's throat with my morning piss.
That leaves just enough time for a quick breakfast and shit before work. After he watches me take a dump, he has to lick off and eat fresh shit from my hairy ass. His dick stays hard while I use his tongue for toilet paper, so I ask him every morning, Do you like licking my shit hole up and down till your tongue turns do-do brown? At his point he can't look me in the eye and his face grows red. There is at least one thing I can make him do that completely humiliates him, and I make him do it right till I'm clean inside and out. When Paul first got prompted to plant manager, he liked telling people that pissed him off to eat shit and die. I think what I do to Paul is much better. He gets to live knowing he will eat a little of my shit every day for the rest of his life that maybe another 100 years
That is my routine 9 days out of 10. I get a day off every 10th day . I love the play days and metering out to Paul the punishments he has earned.