Wesley and Master Ed

England, the 1980s

Ed was always there alongside Wesley's parents from as far back as he could remember. Ed was his father's bodyguard and right hand man, and he also served as a sort of assistant, preparing meetings for his father and arranging schedules, driving his father around and other things. Wesley grew up adoring Ed. Ed was powerfully built, more so than any father of any boy at school. The few times Wesley saw him changing were always intensely remembered and savored. Ed had the biggest muscles Wesley had ever seen. Ed was taller than his father by six inches, and dominated any room he was in with his presence. He was hired muscle, and as Wesley grew older he realized that Ed was meant to be intimidating to anyone that met with John, whose life was all too brief.

Throughout Wesley's childhood, Ed was always there at his father John's side, saying "Yes, Master John. Right away, Master John. Would you like some tea, Master John, sir?" Ed was a servant in every way, in spite of his size. His deference to John was unwavering. The level of respect he showed both publicly and privately was intense and absolute.

When Wesley was ten, his father, who was a prominent member of government, suffered a stroke and promptly died. His mother vowed that she would never remarry and had a nervous breakdown. They had little in the way of other family members. Both of Wesley's parents had been only children, and the grandparents were fond of Wesley, but two of them (one grandfather and one grandmother from different sides) were in constant need of medical care, one grandfather was a heroin addict (not publicly known) and the other grandmother had strict religious views that had alienated her daughter. Wesley's mother put it in writing that Ed, who had been a trusted family friend for ten years and who had worked his way into her trust wholly, would assume temporary guardianship of Wesley, and the lawyers drew up the papers to make it fully legal.

Ed would always say "You listen to me, lad. You always listen to Ed. You listen to me, you can't go wrong. Your father's gone but I'm here and whenever I tell you somefin' it's for your own good, understand?"

Wesley's mother recovered from her breakdown and by that time Wesley had already begun to think of Ed as his real father. John had always been largely absent from his life. There had been nannies and Ed had always been the one to give him guidance. When bullies teased him at school, Ed told him how to stick up for himself, and demand they stop. He taught him a little bit about fighting before his mother put a stop to it. He made sure that Wesley was involved in scouting and had the idea for him to go to a summer camp that taught real survival and military skills, something most posh elites wouldn't dream of doing for their young boys.

Wesley loved being around Ed, and felt slightly guilty that he missed his biological father less and less. His parents were largely insulated from the economic turbulence of the times, and there was constant talk he overheard about the working class and what would become of them. His father had been involved in large scale economic policies.

ENGLAND, 1985

In school, Wesley always did exceedingly well. Even when his mother was diagnosed with cancer, Ed told him that nothing could affect his studies. His entire future was riding on what he produced in school. When his mother slipped away, Wesley was 16, almost 17. At this point, Ed had full guardianship and was Wesley's legal father.

But the man still referred to him as "Master Wesley". He spoke in a heavy Cockney accent and had never talked about his past. Wesley knew he was working class poor a long time ago, and knew that he had to grow up in the streets fighting a lot just to make his way in life. And then the time came for Wesley to go to university.

"There now, Master Wesley." Ed held Wesley's coat in the air for him to slip his arms into. Wesley was a pretty lad, and all the girls thought so. He had dark shining hair and a pixie face. He hated that he didn't look anything like his now legal father, whose gruff features: bald head, graying stubble, 40ish appearance complete with craggy skin and a deep voice made him practically ooze masculinity. Not to mention his body, which he had always kept fit, far after his job as a bodyguard had transitioned to merely looking out for Wesley. Ed held the finances and the trust fund until Wesley was of legal age, and now that he had to hand it over, the time had come to tell Wesley.

"You ave to make a decision, Master Wesley. Regardin' your finances. This is a rather delicate matter to bring up, but it as to be brought up." Ed stood over the boy, almost a foot taller and oozing power in his black suit and red tie. "As you know, you are inheritin' a substantial sum, but it ain't going to be enough to last forever. And you ave to decide whether or not you want me to stay ere with you."

"Of course I want you to stay! You're my father! I mean, I know I don't call you that. But you are. Aren't you?"

"I'll always be there for you, and you're the son I nevah ad," Ed began. "But the truth is, I need to make a livin' and I ave a bit of a confession for you. I have taken money out of the family fortune over the years and started a side business. I replaced what I took and made sure it's all there for you. I want you to know because I love you, and have made sure you've done everything right to get ahead in life. That's been my job. I've made your meals and I've not been able to protect you from grief and loneliness. I've failed because I've put a lot of time into my business dealings, because I knew the money wouldn't last. You ave enough to go to a prestigious university and then enough for maybe a few years more. It won't last. That's why I did this. So we could be a family. I know I'm a man of few words, lad, but you ave to know that."

"I know. I always know. You're my hero," Wesley said, looking up at the proud face of his former servant, the man who had called him the rather elitist and pompous affectation of "Master" since his birth. "And one more thing. I don't think you should call me "Master Wesley". Ed laughed a gruff laugh.

"It's what your mother wanted, and I promised her before she died. She didn't want you to call me father or dad. That's why I never let you call me anything but `Ed'. But I always thought of you as my son and always will."

"So...what's this business?"

"You'll find that out over time. I'm going to show it to you, but not yet. I want you to go to university. Make friends for once. You have a brand new start at this. Don't fuck it up, mate." Ed grinned and Wesley grinned with him.

"I'm really proud of you. I didn't know you were that smart. I mean I knew you were smart but-"

"I just felt you should know the whole truth. I'd never to anything to endanger you, lad. I want to make sure I'm every bit the provider your parents were."

"I love you, Ed."

"I love you, too, Master Wesley." Wesley grinned.

"Stop calling me that." Ed laughed.

Over the next few months, Ed took over the family estate, which was a rather nice house in the country and Wesley started going to school. Wesley came home for winter and summer breaks and would always do minor paperwork for Ed, who was creating the foundation for a business venture. And then after a year and a half, Wesley, who was 18, came home for Christmas. He was greeted at the train station by Ed, who was dressed in a really sharp blue suit (black was his usual color, so it was a nice change to see) and several men that Ed introduced as his employees, and both of them were bald like him, well muscled, and had firm handshakes. One of them was younger, though bald, his face was young. But strong. He wore a leather jacket and grinned like a Cheshire cat. He sized Wesley up with his eyes and smelled strongly of cigarette smoke. The other man was older and dressed in a dull brown suit and had graying hair on the sides he shaved, but had a look of danger to him that Wesley immediately sensed. Their names were Pete and Ian. They took Wesley out to dinner near a pub and had a good time asking him about school and hushed up when Wesley asked them about their jobs.

"We'll discuss that later, lad," Ed told him. "Finish your dinner and we'll continue this at home."

When they got home, it was just the two of them.

"So do you `ave girlfriend yet?"

"No. No, I don't," Wesley said shyly and blushed, trying to avoid the subject.

"Wesley, I'm goin' to ask you somefin' very important. I want you to answah me `onestly. Are you gay?"

Wesley wanted to run out of the room.

"Look at me!" Ed commanded. Wesley looked up.

"Yes. I'm sorry!" He wanted to cry and scream.

"Hey. Hey. None of those tears here. You think I give two fucks? You're my son and I love you." Ed took his hands and cupped them around Wesley's face.

"Dad.." Wesley had never really used the word before. Ed hugged him and held him for a few minutes, comforting him with a strong hand running up and down his back."

"That's alright now, isn't it? You're right as rain is what you are." Ed clapped him on the back. "And I've known for quite some time, you know."

"How did you know?"

"I knew when you were a little boy. You tried to sneak a peek at me whenever you could. All you wanted was to come into my bedroom whenever I was undressing. Your mother made me lock my door after enough times."

"I'm..I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Sorry is for lesser men. You're the son of a great man who did great things and don't you forget it."

"Yes, sir."

Ed grabbed a beer from the fridge and handed another one to Wesley.

"I think you could use one of these, lad."

"I've never had beer."

"Never? How long have you been at college for? Should have gone to some parties by now! Don't tell me you're hiding away from everyone, still."

Wesley sipped his ale. "Oh! That's um...wow."

"You'll get used to it. You're a man, now. To you and your future." He clinked their bottles together.

"I joined a gym. A few months ago."

"Did you now?" Ed had showed him how to lift weights a few years before but Wesley hadn't been interested. Ed brought that up.

"I was...embarrassed."

"Why were you embarrassed?"

"Because I got..."

"You got excited watchin' me? Is that it?" Ed sipped his beer. "It's alright. Lots of men at the gym like watchin' me. One of the reasons I go." Wesley sipped his ale delicately and nearly spit it out. "What, you think you're the only bloke that likes dick, mate?"

Wesley was so shocked he didn't know what to say?

"Yeah, I like men. I like fuckin' their pussies `til they scream bloody murder. Course I could never do it here. Though I admit since you moved out I've had a few boys over."

"That's...I...don't know what to...say."

"Say what you feel. That's `ow I raised you." Ed said sternly.

"I think it's hot," Wesley whispered out loud, barely able to get his words out.

"Sorry, I ad trouble earin' you. What did you say, lad?"

"I said that's very hot, sir." Wesley said, much more loudly.

Ed belted out a laugh.

"Now that's more like it. You think it's hot for two blokes to ave a go, eh? Come ere, Wesley." The older man held Wesley again and this embrace was different. Wesley finally felt like he could let go of whatever held him back. He couldn't explain what he was feeling.

"I've always liked looking at you," he whispered.

"Go on," Ed said, rocking back and forth with Wesley in his embrace.

"You weren't like other dads, you were better. Stronger. More manly. Taught me things no one else did. Like how to find things to eat in the wilderness and make tents and traps. Even though we didn't actually get to use them," he stifled a laugh. "I looked up to you. I didn't want you to think I was weak."

"I don't think that. I think you're a very smart young lad. I was always rubbish at school."

Ed noticed Wesley's grip was becoming tighter.

"You're like me. You're gay."

"Yes. Yes, but you always came first, you `ave to know that."

"I do." Wesley could feel Ed's hot beer breath on his cheeks and moaned.

"Alright. I think I know what you want," Ed whispered in his ear. "Do you want Dad to take you into his bedroom?"

"Yes," Wesley croaked out his answer. "God, yes."

"Oh, little boy you are about to make me so `appy!" And before he knew it Ed was scooping him up in his arms and casually holding him in his iron biceps as they made their way to Ed's bed. Ed shut the door with his foot and laid Wesley down and took off his shoes. "Do you want your Dad to make you feel real good?"

"Yes, yes I've always wanted that!"

"Take your clothes off. I'll make a man out of you, yet." Ed took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. Wesley slowly took off his sweater. He was shaking from excitement. His smile burst through suddenly, as he removed his shirt.

"I've been working out a little. Not anywhere near as big as you, but..." Ed ran a hand over his son's abs.

"That's nice. I like that quite a lot." Ed got behind Wesley and seductively swayed his hips back and forth slowly, feeling his son's bony frame. Wesley was his son now and was about to become much, much more. Wesley was half his size, but compact and not an ounce of fat on him. The muscle was so minimal as to be pathetic. If he didn't know any better he'd swear the boy was part Japanese, he was so small. At best his dick was only two inches long, and he couldn't have been taller than 5'2".

"Do you know what I want from you, boy?" he whispered huskily into Wesley's ear. "I want you to suck off my big prick and eat up all of my cum." Wesley moaned. "Now I'm warnin' you, I've got a big `un so you better learn quick, son."

Ed firmly turned Wesley around and undid the boys belt and his pants dropped. He yanked down the boys underwear with a smirk on his face.

"What an adorable dick you got. Want to see mine?" He took off his tie first, and wore an arrogant smile on his face as he did so. He took off the shirt slowly, and Wesley stood there shaking from the chill as he savored the outline of the only man he'd ever really looked up to, worshiped even, the muscles pushing out the shirt and filling it out as it strained against the large man's frame. The shirt came off and there was more chest hair than Wesley expected on a frame of a much younger man, every inch powerful and muscular. Ed exuded power. His chest was mounds of solid muscle. His arms were like a gorilla's and Wesley started drooling over the man who had always towered over other men and made them look weak in comparison, himself included. He'd been jerking off to the thought of Ed for years now.

Ed shoved his pants down and stepped out of them with a hungry look, and every part of him oozed sexual confidence. He stood with his dick trying to break free from the jock strap he was wearing and rubbed the throbbing erection against his son's stomach. He was much taller than Wesley and his dick was almost at Wesley's chest. "Lick it. Lick it for me. Taste it with the sweat still there." Wesley looked up at him with a twinkle in his eyes. The boy had never been so thrilled in his life and Ed was relieved.

The minute Wesley ran his tongue against his almost too-big dick he instantly knew this kid was made to be a sub. He sucked on Ed's balls through the mesh fabric for a while and licked the dick and moaned some before Ed delicately drew down his jock strap inch by inch until the lad greedily tasted his stepdad's cock for the first time.

It was heaven, that mouth.

He looked down at the lad with his angelic features and wide eyes looking for approval, his dick head gently being sucked by the boy he'd raised. He moaned in pleasure.

"That's a good lad. What a pretty boy you are. What a pretty mouth for me to fuck. But now I want you to take it into your throat, lad. You're going to gag but I want you to do it. It will hurt but you're goin' to learn to suck a real man's dick tonight. Are you ready?"

With his dick still firmly being sucked, Wesley nodded.

"Good lad." He positioned himself and Wesley so that Wesley was kneeling more and he slipped his dick further and further down the lads throat. "Breathe through your nose, little darlin'. Just through the nose. That feels right good. That feels proper nice!"

Wesley felt the force of the man's hands pushing him down onto the dick and it was heaven. He was finally with another man, and it was the man he'd spent his teen years dreaming of, even though he had hated himself for it. He started coughing but kept on. He was gagging on the dick as it had inflated to its full nine inch capacity and the tears flowed over his cheeks.

It went on for an hour, with him sputtering, coughing, gagging, and he nearly threw up three times. Ed slipped his dick out every now and then to make sure his little darlin' was doin' alright. They moved to the bed where Ed could lie down to get some right proper sucking. He creamed so much so suddenly that Wesley didn't know what hit his mouth and then when he realized his mouth was full of man cum he started swallowing it. It tasted like gel candy and sweat, the sweat of hard man labor. He could cry from the sheer pleasure of eating a part of Ed, the part of his manhood. He sucked and sucked until there was no more cum and Ed picked him up and held him and dry humped him gently for a few more minutes.

"That was nice."

"I don't want anyone else. No one but you."

"Hush now. We'll talk about that later..."

The next day, they got dressed and Ed wore the proud smile of a man who had conquered his conquest. Wesley felt in bliss when he had woken up with the much bigger man looking down on him, stubble rough and brown on the man's face and he felt a sudden wish that he could grow facial hair of that kind, but he was 18 and still had never needed to shave. His own face was smooth as a 12 year old's. When Ed had climbed on top of Wesley and brushed his stubbled mouth to kiss his own, he didn't want it to stop, this feeling of a big strong giant with muscled arms as big as his head putting a rough hand on his face and giving it a gentle squeeze as he beamed looking at his new fuck toy.

"Now today," Ed said as he prepared some oatmeal. "I'm goin' to take you to town and we're goin' to visit the business. Coz there are things you need to see. And I know you're goin' to make me proud."

The drive was largely silent as Wesley was still basking in the afterglow of sucking his new dad's dick and emptying his balls. He could still feel the taste of Ed in his mouth and every time he thought about it exchanged a knowing glance with his new father.

The building was non-descript and somewhat on the outskirts of town. Old, brick, three story. A bunch of pubs lined the street down the way. Between there were some cheap housing units.

Ed was wearing a power suit and Wesley felt something was off when they arrived. Wesley looked up at the building and hadn't expected it to be in this part of town. He gave Ed a questioning look and the older man just said: "Follow me." Ed was so confident and strode into the place like a man who truly knows how to carry himself in the world.

A woman in a lavender outfit came out to greet him. She had orange-brown curly hair that lustrously fell over his shoulders.

"Why Mr. Bester. How lovely to see you, sir. And is this..?"

"This is Wesley. Wesley, this here's Anne."

"Wesley, lovely to meet you."

"Let's have some tea, shall we sweetheart?"

They took tea in a small room meant for visitors. The furniture was very nice and antique. The inside of the building was well decorated in Edwardian and Victorian aged furniture. Wesley sipped his tea and was brimming with questions, though he'd begun to suspect what was happening his heart was beating twice as fast."

"So, then. Wesley, this is my business. The money pays the rent and the business more than pays for itself. I have a staff of 8 girls and they're all good at their jobs."

"You...have sex for money?"

"Yes, dear. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, but I am incredibly worried you'll wind up in jail." Wesley turned to Ed who grinned like Wesley had just told a good joke and was holding back laughter.

"Son, that won't be a concern. The local police are some of our best customers. We keep things quiet. It's a classy joint. We talk with any boys comin' here that they're on their best behavior. I have some big young scrappy boys I've hired to look after these girls. And it's worked quite well. For three years now."

"What about the local government? What if someone gets wind?"

"The mayor and practically every member of his immediate staff, that's about four men all come here, though some are regulars and some only occasional visitors. They've all been compensated. It's a small enough town so if you don't make noise, you won't get hurt. Of course, that's just the beginning."

Anne smiled knowingly and exchanged a glance with Ed.

"There's another establishment I run `bout fifty miles from here. Once a month a bunch of lads meet for fights."

"Fights?"

"Fightin' is how I made my way up in the world. I was fighting underground since fifteen and made quite a lot of cash, well for then anyways, by beatin' up lads older than me. I got out after a while to do construction. But I was muscle for some local gangsters. It's time you heard this story as it concerns your father, lad. I know you thought the world of your dad but he used resources to keep this whole area, well, in balance you could say. Lots of crime in other parts of the country nearby but here there's a balance. Over the last twenty years I have had ties with anyone underground. These are bad men that do bad things, but they kept their noses clean in this town because your dad paid them well to make sure they didn't do anything serious here, and they did good things eventually. Helped out a few girls that were in a bad way from some other bad men, if you get my drift. Anyways. Your father and me, we took care of things on the side without goin' through the law. But only when we had to. Things you don't need to know about. But it bonded us together. And right now, well, I sort of run the show. The big boss handed the reins over to me so he could retire. I'm the perfect man for the job. I kept up ties with all your dad's friends. I help them out and they help me out."

"You're saying you're...actually a gangster. Sir."

"Well. When you put it that way, yes. But you see, lad, the plan was always to get out. I'm an expert in protection services that are not entirely on the up and up, and I learned all about legal security with your father and his sort. In the next few years I'm going to invest in security services, form a security company and place men across the country who have ample experience from the other end of things. Well, some of them. A man who knows how that sort of thing works knows how to prevent it. We'll provide bodyguards, guards for posh neighborhoods, guards for shopping areas. And that will be just the start...but what do you think, son?"

"I think I trust you. And I won't worry about you if you tell me not to. And I love you."

"Would you like to meet the other girls?" Anne asked sweetly. Ed nodded in the affirmative so they went upstairs. Each room had a different girl and Wesley shook hands with each one. He felt dirty doing so, oddly and blushed often.

Ed's plan had gone according to plan entirely. When Wesley's father John died suddenly, Ed knew he could seize upon the opportunity. His original plan had been to seduce the widow and marry her, but not long after she began mourning she started having a lot of pain and not long after that the cancer diagnosis. It was at that point Ed had begun to notice how often Wesley conveniently came in to the bathroom while he was inside. He left the door left unlocked on purpose, just to catch a glimpse of the boy's face. And he knew that puppy love would blossom someday, and that his rise would be instrumental in making Wesley his ultimate fantasy. A true proper son to be his loyal fuck and suck would be a dream!

"Have you chosen a major yet?" he asked Wesley in a local pub over a pint a bit after midday. No one else was in the pub.

"No, I'm afraid not. I'm not sure what to do with my life."

"You'll major in finance and business. You're going to be a money man. And you're going to make money your bitch and the world with it."

"What about you? I mean, that is to say-"

"I'll make you into mine. Would you like that?"

Ed was so gruff and startlingly firm that Wesley wanted to sit in his lap and just be held.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. It's settled, then. Now, let's finish this, and I'll take you home. I've got some things to do with my men. You met them at the train station. They're loyal and they know how to be smart about what we do, so just respect them if they ever come round. You don't ever give them grief and they're to do the same."

Ed was so much more powerful than Wesley ever dreamed. The man had orchestrated so many different levels of power it was mind boggling. The man had come with nothing and Wesley had been handed everything. It made him feel inferior to his new dad and he wanted to do everything he could to prove himself worthy and useful for him.

He would not disappoint. He got near perfect marks all throughout school. He sailed through finance, though business was a bit harder. The double major was difficult but not impossible. Ed would invite him to come home once a month from university and they would have a sit down about some matters of investment, planning for the future. And then Ed would take him to bed.

The first time Ed fucked him had been so massive. Literally, his dick hurt so badly that Wesley was glad he had all of winter break to heal. He was under orders to use a dildo every chance he could get, and luckily he had the resources to afford his own single room without bunkmates. Just feeling his dad's wet cockhead sliding along his ass before deciding on the hole to enter and then being able to say "Oh, dad. Oh Dad dad dad dad dad..." It was his mantra while the cock entered him and truly made a man out of him. He cried out in sheer joy as his dad conquered him, a man twice his size but grateful for his son's pussy.

ENGLAND, 1989

By the time Wesley graduated, he did so with full honors and no one had been prouder or clapping as loudly as Ed.

And then Ed brought him home and put him to work right away. By this time the security business was up and running. Wesley had helped him form all the documentation along with the lawyers Ed hired. He was on the ground floor of a business form the ground up and used it for ideas and inspiration for his classes. He was often one step ahead of other students because of the real world experience he was getting. Ed used the fighting ring to look for potential security men who could be motivated to go straight and a lot of them were so poor the crime they'd done was little in comparison to the chance to work for Mr. Edward Bester. Those boys he chose he also groomed. They would be good lads, or they'd regret crossing him if they chose to double cross their employer.

There were government men that came to their home sometimes and Wesley was not privy to those conversations. All he knew is that they asked Ed to do things and he made them happy, and they were indebted to him for that. It made Ed trustworthy and also powerful. A contract was signed and suddenly his company was going to be one of the biggest in all of England. He would have to hire hundreds of men.

Wesley became a very useful asset to the company as it grew, and it grew fast. Edward Bester, the boy from the streets who never went to school a day after the age of 12 was now CEO of a company where a dozen college-educated men all answered to him and called him "SIR". He wore expensive suits and dominated any room he was in. If Mr. Bester looked at you with just one withering look, you knew not to cross him even slightly, and you performed your job with perfection. He was not unkind or sentimental, but the perfect serious man, unmoved by emotion with just the right amount of swagger.

Wesley and he had shared a bed for several years. College had been difficult but now that his career had taken off they were able to be together the way they'd always dreamed.

Things had gradually changed for the two of them as Ed made slight requests, one at a time, very carefully. The first request was that Wesley, in addition to calling him "Dad" began referring to him as "Boss" or "Sir."

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot, Sir."

The next request was that Wesley start wearing women's nightclothes on occasion and though he was reluctant, it made his dad very happy to slip a red bit of lingerie on his son and call him a girl while he fucked him with what was now a very well used hole.

"Who's a good girl?"

"I am, sir. Thank you, sir."

"I'm going to ride your ass, girl. Like a woman. Would you like to be my woman, Wesley? Huh? Would you?"

"Yes, sir!"

Wesley never turned down a request. In fact he looked forward to them. Ed bought some leather daddy outfits, things he had had specially made. He would use Wesley in just about every position. One day he brought home a sling that he set up in one room so that he could hoist Wesley up by ropes and the fuck him while he hovered in mid-air. It was ecstasy for the both of them.

One night, he took Wesley aside and asked him: "I'd like you to do somefin' for me, little man. I'd like it a lot if at home you only call me one thing. Do you remember what I used to call you, when I was your dad's man?"

"You used to call me Master Wesley."

"Right. Like a proper gentulman from the old days. But what I really want is to be the Master of this House."

"Yes, Master."

"And I'd like to make some changes. Now, I know you work hard for the company, and you're starting up the investment side of things, but...honestly I just keep seeing you dressed up and ready to serve. Would you like that?"

Wesley was willing so that night he served Master Ed with a silver tray. Ed had a butler's uniform he made Wesley wear. And then when Ed got horny he could easily access Wesley's ass because the pants had a big hole in them for being fucked.

"Not the rich little boy lord anymore, are you, boy? I'm the Master of this house, now, aren't I? You like that don't you? You like being a servant! Say it!"

"I like being a servant. I want to be a servant, Master! You're the Master of the House, sir!"

And so on weekends, and also when they got home from work, Wesley would wear the butler's uniform and wait hand and foot on Master Ed, or sometimes he'd wear a leather pair of underwear straps and he would start the day by waiting on his new Master by any means necessary. He was now sleeping on the floor on a small pallet, and then upon awakening would begin his new day as a practical slave. He would make breakfast and lay it out before Master awoke. He would satisfy Master's sexual urges whenever Master asked. He would bow and worship Master if Master asked. He would buy presents for Master randomly to show him his affection. He would serve Master, taking his shoes off, his coat, and Master began snapping his fingers to command him. He knew in an instant when to kneel, when to bow, and when to start licking Master's boots. Master would read a book or newspaper at the dining table while getting his massive dick sucked off. No matter how much he exercised, Wesley would only be fairly thin and toned and never ever have his Master's bulk. Master would work out with big dumbbells in front of his boy, and demand worship.

"Look how much bigger than you I am, slave! It's pathetic, really. Lick that bicep, lad."

Wesley would lick all the sweat off Master's body, he would clean the house in the nude, he would take calls and then go outside to run errands with clothing. Eventually when he did this it began to feel wrong. It began to feel wrong to wear clothes, even if it was cold.

"Do you love me, slave?" Ed asked after several months of weekend slavehood. For that is what he now was, and Ed openly referred to him as a slave when they were at home.

"Yes, Master, I do. I love you with all my heart, Master."

"Would you do anything I ask you to? No questions asked?"

"Yes, sir."

"I've invited a few men over tonight. They are all gay men and all of them are powerful. They are all going to fuck you in front of me."

Wesley's eyes grew wide. He had never been fucked by anyone but Master Edward.

"These men will use condoms and lube. They will fuck you in the sling if they prefer, or possibly on the rack. We'll see. You will do this and you will beg them for more. You will make them feel like real men, even though none of them look like me, none of them can hold a candle to me. I am still the only one you call Master. Do you understand that, fairy?"

Master had taken recently to calling Wesley names. It excited Master and Wesley alike.

"Yes, sir. I want to please them, sir."

And that night he did. A group of older men, all in expensive suits lounged in the dining room smoking cigars. The gangsters Pete and Ian were there, as well as some rich blokes. Master Edward joined them, though smoking was rare for him, he did enjoy a good cigar and brandy every now and then. Wesley stood naked as he was told while the men sized him up.

"This is my son, and he will be your fuck toy tonight."

"You are the luckiest man in the world, I think," said one. He was tall and balding and wore a large mustache. Another had short gray hair with sterling eyes, very stern looking, almost like an older military sort. The third was fatter and wore a beard.

They ordered Wesley to sit down with his hands tied behind his back, fucked his mouth and his ass at the same time. By then he was in the sling. All night long dicks were in his mouth and ass as they took turns, both Master Edward and his three friends. Cigar smoke filled his lungs.

"Have you ever smoked, lad?" Master Edward asked.

"No, sir. I'm not the man you are, sir."

"Inhale this. Take a puff." Wesley did so off the cigar and he felt his lungs burn with tobacco for the first time. He moaned with pleasure over doing something so dirty. "Do you think you're a real man, then? Like us?"

"No, I'll never be the real man you are, sir."

"Little fairy cunt. Open your mouth, faggot. I'm going to give you another test. See if you can smoke this entire cigar while I personally fuck you."

Wesley did so and it was not easy to smoke without his hands but he didn't drop the cigar while Master fucked his ass. Master's muscles throbbed and his bald head shone in the dim light. His pecs shook as he pummeled his son and the three men watched in equal amounts disbelief and ecstasy.

"What a good little slave cunt you are. Give me that cigar, cunt."

And so it began. At work, father and son were respected. Wesley was a vice president of operations and was kept busy by the ever expanding need for security. Men dominated the building. Almost everyone in the company was large, well-built, and dominant. More than a few would give him the look of a predator sizing up their prey. His father tended to surround himself with men who were secretly gay. He had a new house in London that he frequented on occasion and would approach men who used rentboys with opportunities to come work for him. He would use the owner to make connections. 90% of his staff were well educated gay men on the downlow.

He never invited these men home to fuck Wesley. But he did invite them over for circle jerks. A few caught Wesley's eye. It was important to Ed that no one knew about their Master/slave relationship from work. That was their domain and he wanted Wesley to command respect within the company.

A few men did ask to fuck Wesley, though. He was a very pretty man and in his twenties he was much prettier than most. What he discovered through the gay paradise his new Master had created was that he was incredibly attractive to larger muscular men who wanted the chance to fuck a much smaller man.

Two of them began to do so while others watched. Their circle jerk club had expanded to 15 employees. Pete and Ian were there, transitioning from gangster to office workers, though they were on call to intimidate at Ed's whims. Anyone who discussed anything to anyone was certain to be fired, and have his legs broken. Everyone knew Master Ed wasn't joking about that.

Monthly orgies were common in their house. Men would fuck in every corner of their home, and it became a shrine to gay sex. Wesley had been fucked by at least ten of the staff now. Sometimes they would line up and beg him for his boy pussy. Everyone was very respectful of Master Edward's only son.

One day, he was at his Master's feet when Master was reading his newspaper.

"Fetch me a cigar, lad. And a whiskey."

Wesley did so. He cut the cigar carefully for Master and watched in delight as Master lit it up. Master had grown a beard of late, and it made him look even manlier and respectable. Smoke curled up and then a cloudbank of tobacco bloomed from his lips.

"You know I have enough money to take care of you for life. If anythin' were to `appen to me, you would be well kept, lad."

"Yes, Master. But-"

"Don't interrupt me," Master sternly rebuked.

"I'm sorry, sir." Wesley blushed.

"Now, where was I? I think it's time we changed your occupation, don't you? You weren't made to be a cutthroat businessman and we both know it." Wesley's heart started to fall.

"Have I done something wrong?"

"No, no. You haven't done anythin' wrong. It's just...you'll never command respect. You just aren't that type of man. And you aren't really happy doin' any of this. I know what makes you appy. What makes you appy is servin' men bigger than you, which is most."

"Yes, sir."

"I'd like to arrange for you to be my willing slave at home. I'll be conductin' business less, say four days a week. I'll be here longer and when I'm not here, you'll do projects from home for the business. And then when I find willin' men who want a boy whore you will suck their dicks for cash like the faggot you are." Master Ed said all of this calmly and efficiently. "Many of them know you already. And all of them are prepared to keep their mouths shut when they fuck you. Fuck you like a whore."

That weekend things had changed considerably. Master made his announcement that Wesley was no longer going to work for the company and that he was to become a permanent sub, and that his slavehood would extend to the entire company of gay men that took part in orgies.

"So we can order him around, sir?" asked a tall blond man whose name was Carl.

"Yeah, but you got to pay for that. There will be a slave fee for anyone wantin' him on your own time."

And so it began that Master Edward began renting Wesley as a slave to the other men, all of them masculine, strong, big, and tall. The men mostly took to it very well for they had been acclimated to the idea of owning a slave in secret. Most of them got Wesley at least twice a month. He would come to their houses, clean up, do sexual favors, etc. A typical week would go:

MONDAY – David

David was a skinhead, with a Cockney accent much like Master Edward.

"Oi. Are you done with the bathroom yet, slave?"

"Yes, Master David."

"Well then get over here in the fucking living room and suck my cock like a good bitch!"

TUESDAY – Carl

Carl was 27, tall and blond and rowed a lot in university.

"Hey slave, did you make my chips yet?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, serve them on your knees to me and grovel."

"Master Carl you are so manly, please accept my humble servitude. Please allow me to serve you and be your slave."

"Alright, I will. Lick the mud off my boots now. I want to see you do that. Fuckin' slave cunt."

WEDNESDAY – Keith

Keith was 40, graying hair and an aristocratic look.

"Why hello, slave. Are you done ironing my pants yet?"

"Almost, sir, Master Keith."

"Well when you're done I want you to come over to my bedroom. I want my cock sucked. Don't be too long."

"Yes, Master."

THURSDAY – Richard

Richard was a smirking power hungry beast of a ginger. At six foot eight, he was one of the tallest men Wesley had ever seen up close.

"I'm going to spank you, you dumb cunt. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Master Richard."

Richard also liked to humiliate him. Made him bark like a dog and fed him out of a dog bowl. It turned him on so hard he nearly creamed himself just watching the slave lick his dinner out of a metal dog dish on the floor.

FRIDAY – Gino

Gino was half ItalWesley and half English and had olivine skin and a deep five o clock shadow, and wide laughter lines all over his face. His slick black hair was always perfectly combed and coiffed.

"Hey, slave. Go get me a beer." He grinned so widely.

"Yes, Master."

"Hey, slave. Turn on the tell for me."

"Yes, Master."

"Jerk off for me, slave. Show me you think I'm hot."

"Yes, Master."

And on weekends he would come home and serve Master Edward. One day, though, he came home and found a young lad, around the age of 17 washing dishes in the kitchen, in an apron. The boy was flawlessly attractive, with rich auburn hair and stunning eyes. A clean face devoid of facial hair.

"This is Devon," Master Edward said, introducing them. "Devon is my new slave boy."

"What?"

"Now I know what you're thinking and he isn't ere to replace you. Don't worry your pretty little head like a woman. I know you do." Wesley blushed. "Devon ere is just a beautiful addition to our family and e's goin' to be makin' us both very appy."

"Hello, sir."

"Sir?"

"It's time for you to take your rightful place and ave a slave yourself. Devon ere will call you and me both as Master."

It was a shocking turn for Wesley, but he accepted anything his Master said as gospel.

Edward helped himself to a cigar while the boys got acquainted. What a lucky man he had been. If only Wesley knew how good that luck was in reality. For Wesley had never imagined that Edward had been slowly over the years he had been raising him, giving him a chemical compound in his food. He had raised the boy from a small age to want to serve. He had procured the chemical from a scientist that Wesley's father John knew.

ENGLAND, 1979

He remembered the day well, when the man showed up in the pouring rain. He spent hours in John's study and John related the story to him. A wet, homely looking middle aged man with glasses had come to the door. John and he went into his study. There were sounds of a scuffle. Ed had knocked on the door and asked if everything was alright. "Don't come in! Just don't!" John screamed.

The door opened and the man calmly walked out and John followed suit.

"What was that, sir?"

"Long story. Come on. Have a drink with me."

John told him what happened. The man was a scientist of the highest echelon who had found a way to create a serum that would make anyone into a willing slave, but only over time. He had given John all his notebooks.

"Why did he give you these?"

"We're...old friends. When he showed me the vial I don't know what came over me. I just took it from him and looked at it and then I did something rather unspeakable. I lunged at him, pinned him down and made him swallow all of it."

"You did WHAT? Sir, you are in the House of Lords. You can't afford a scandal."

"You don't understand. It worked. You have to dilute it, he said. Said that in its pure form it could be dangerous. Well, I just didn't think that anyone should know about it. He wanted M16 to have it, but I told him to never speak of it to anyone. Works like hypnotism, anyone who swallows it has to do what you tell them. I had to slam his arm on the floor so he'd open his mouth."

"And now?"

"Now he has to obey my instructions. He will go about his life as normal and not ever tell anyone about this night ever again."

"Sir, and you think he will keep `is trap shut, sir?"

"I do. He was never one to lie and I'm afraid I can't let it fall into the wrong hands. The truth of what happened here tonight must never leave this house." John poured himself a brandy.

John put all the scientist's findings in a safe.

The incident blew over but a week later John had his unfortunate stroke and died. The first thing Ed did after everyone went home and the grieving widow went to stay with relatives was crack the safe. A bunch of gold was in there, as well as the notebooks. He took the notebooks.

He was able to replicate the formula but it wasn't easy and some items took some doing to find. Part of the way the formula worked was that whoever "imprinted" their voice onto you shortly after ingestion was going to be the only one the hypnotic suggestion worked for. In other words, if he was the first person to talk to you after you drank part of the solution, his voice would be the one you obeyed, but not anyone else's. At least not if you didn't talk to anyone within the timeframe of an hour.

Ed had used the formula in only small amounts on Wesley over the years, gaining his following, his adoration. But part of the consequence of using it on it on a young test subject was that the puberty of said subject would be delayed quite considerably. Wesley wasn't even able to cum until he turned 17, and was far mor underdeveloped than most boys. His dick was only 2 inches long for fuck's sake. No facial hair yet and the lad was nearly 27 years old. He looked no older than the boy Devon he was talking to in the other room.

Ed had felt no guilt in using Wesley as his test subject but had come to truly love the lad. He was his for life now, that much was certain, and he wanted to rectify certain things now. He had an entire company filled with gay men that did his bidding because he had dosed every single one of them with slave juice. He had dosed all the organized criminals in the area as well. It wasn't really a very hard ascent to power. It took a very short time for him to dominate his world, and get dozens of men and eventually hundreds to worship the ground he walked on. He could snap his fingers at any one of them and they would jump at the opportunity to do his bidding.

ENGLAND, 1997

One day, Ed decided to track down the original scientist who created the hypno formula that worked so well to create slaves for his enjoyment and well being. He couldn't dose the man since he'd already been imprinted but he did find out where he worked. He had a detective put together a list of potential victims and eventually dosed a man with high clearance. This man was a biochemist. One of the smartest men in the world. Ed put him to work right away. He explained the slave formula and said he wanted to make an antidote. Even though the man had been dosed he understood his own predicament. He lived to serve Ed, but knew if he wanted a life of his own again, he would have to invent an antidote.

Not just an antidote. With the notes of the original scientist, who had been told to never share those findings with anyone, they discovered the secrets of how to change the male human brain. There were a few "switches" and the slave switch worked quite well. But what about a "master" switch?

As it turned out, there was one. But it wasn't quite enough. The first formula worked mentally but also physiologically. Wesley was barely into the first stage of puberty even though he was 27 and Ed wanted to know if that process could be sped up, if it was possible to grow the lad.

The new scientist slave admitted that muscle growth technology had existed for over twenty years but that it had been utterly repressed due to the side effects. Ed smiled. "What might those be?" he had asked. He ordered the scientist to never mention his name to anyone, ever, or mention any of their conversations. He then ordered him to create a batch of the serum.

Ed had given Wesley a brandy to drink. The lad rarely ever drank alcohol as it was usually reserved for masters. Wesley's transformation to submissive slave was based on Ed's whims and they had grown stronger over the years. But now he had so many slaves that he wanted to shake things up a bit and create a TRUE son, a son that would be perfect to take his name. Any true son of his would have to be a born master.

As Wesley drank the brandy, he noticed something happening with him and Devon. He was feeling very strange. All his life he had felt inferior to other men and had wanted nothing more than to serve them. But now that he was with Devon, and his master father had given him the go ahead, he couldn't believe he was warming up to the idea! He had become so used to being a slave that the idea of domination was to him, unthinkable.

He didn't talk to Devon much. He sat in the armchair his master had usually occupied and surmised the boy. He was definitely a pretty boy, prettier even than Wesley. He looked like a model. His eyes were so deep and blue, his hair was so auburn brown it shone. His face so bright and happy and beckoning. Wesley sat in the chair and finished the brandy.

"Get over here."

"Yes, sir."

"Strip your clothes."

"Yes, master." Wesley felt a thrill he had never felt before.

He took off all his clothes and stood there with his 2 inch dick hanging out. "Suck me off, slave."

Devon happily agreed to do so.

That night, Wesley went to sleep in a bed for the first time in years. It was disorientating but he enjoyed it. Devon did sleep on the floor.

When he got up in the morning and went to pee, he saw that his little dick had grown by as much as an inch.

"What the fuck is going on?"

He came downstairs. Ed was smoking a cigar and wearing one of his expensive suits. "Hullo, lad. Glad you're up. We need to talk."

Ed told him about the formula and what changes he could expect. At least, he told him about the "alpha" formula. He neglected to mention he had stunted the boy's growth throughout his life, which had resulted in him having a shrunken dick that could barely cum more than a trickle and never fully orgasm. And he neglected to mention he was responsible for the boy growing up to want nothing more than to be his slave. He let Wesley think these were natural things that Ed had managed to correct with the right contacts.

"You wanted me to be like you," Wesley said in wonder.

"Do you `ave a problem becomin' like your old man?"

"No. It's just...different. I'm going to grow? Actually grow?"

"As big as a fucking house with the dosage I gave you."

Wesley looked at his image in the giant gold-framed mirror in the living room. He still looked very much like a boy with black hair growing fairly wildly. A boy who looked ridiculous in a grown man's suit giving orders to other men. But soon no longer.

Wesley started wearing his old clothes, the ones he used to wear to work or around the house before his father had declared he stop wearing them altogether. He felt suddenly that he had no desire to serve anyone. He felt amazed by this, and took to ordering Devon around with gusto. He had paid attention to all the other masters at work quite well and found he was capable of being quite harsh sounding when he wanted to be.

And after a week his clothes started to feel quite snug. After ten days he barely fit into any of them. They bought new clothes for him.

As he grew taller, he also grew in bulk. Whereas before, no matter how much he worked out always resulted in a look where he resembled a fourteen year old at best, now he was growing wider. His rib cage actually looked like it was expanding! He started to grow facial hair, and he realized it one day when he kept scratching at his face for some reason. He had never had any before and thought maybe he had a rash at first. But then he realized it was a thin line of peach fuzz. He was so excited he decided not to shave. By the next day it was a little bit more distinct and by day three it had turned into a full shadow, graphite gray smearing and adorning his once angelic cheeks. It was such a vast difference that for the first time in his life, people started to see him as an adult walking down the street. He had grown three inches and although he was only 5'5" it was still better than the practical midget size he had been. Women started to notice him.

Another few weeks went by. His father had ordered him to work out every day and he developed muscles all over. His pecs were taut and visible, his biceps small but much firmer than before, his calves and thighs striated with veins. His dick got up to five whole inches.

He ordered Devon around and took joy in making him cook and clean while naked. The boy smiled at him constantly and now that his dick was bigger he could finally cum like a man. He started fucking Devon in the ass now that he had a length where he could actually accomplish this! It was so hot for him to do so. The first time he penetrated Devon's perfectly white and tight asshole was one of the best moments of his life. He actually could feel the liquid gushing through his dick and into the orifice eagerly awaiting it! The rush of it! He had never experienced anything like it before!

The next week saw some pretty profound changes. He developed body hair, pubic hair, and had already begun shaving every day, which he took to proudly. He got a haircut and now looked like an average male adult in his early 20s. He had reached 5'7" He had to buy new shoes and new clothes again. He tried to just buy one or two outfits since he had no idea how far he would be growing and he made sure to buy them in areas far outside the town he lived in. No one recognized him at all and he realized that he was going to have a problem with identity. Who would believe he was himself?

Ed told him not to worry, that after his transformation was complete, he would get new paperwork drawn up and give him a new identity. Ed had really saved him, he thought. No longer was he a quivering little boy drawn to servicing other men. Now he was his own man with his own suck slave! He began snapping his fingers and barking orders around the house.

"Slave! Get me some tea! Slave! Run a bath for me! I've been working out and I need to relax! Slave! Get me a beer! Slave! Get over here and suck me off, I'm really in the mood to cum in your mouth, boy!"

It was a drastic change in his attitude and he couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to.

Another week saw him entering into real jock territory. His biceps became even fuller. His pecs and back were very visible. His nipples would strut out if he wore a T-shirt and he started to become very cocky in public. He began to give women a look that made them desire him. His back had wings now, and it impressed him to the point where he would study his reflection every day and admire his growth, sometimes for an hour or more at a time. Several times he had to jerk off at his new reflection.

In just six short weeks after he got up to 6 feet. Ed was 6 foot 3 inches. He wondered if he could get to that level. It was a thrill to see his dad face to face now whenever they were together. He beamed all the time and when he worked out started to feel so empowered he felt like he could punch holes through walls. The testosterone rush was new to him and he felt the urge to punch things more. He thought about beating up his slave but since he never experienced that himself, refrained from doing so. He told his father how he felt one night.

"You need to come to the fighting ring and get that aggression out. Trust me, you'll thank me."

The first time Wesley fought another man was one week later. By that time he had reached 6'1" and weighed in at 180 pounds of solid muscle. He worked out like a maniac every day and thought about fucking and muscle and nutrition constantly. His father had been overseeing his diet and his slave Devon had been under strict orders to adhere to cooking a healthy regimen. It took Wesley a week of studying boxing and fighting. He would watch VHS tapes of it and absorb all of it. Suddenly he had the urge to do real violence and he thrilled over it.

He was quick and efficient in the fighting ring. The ring was actually held in an abandoned warehouse and all the guys there were chavs, so he dressed the part. He was taller than a lot of them and he couldn't wait to make them pay, make them pay for laughing at him behind his back, all the men over the years who thought they were superior to him. All these thoughts came to him in a rush. He was by far the least experienced fighter there but he learned quickly after just one punch to his face he beat his opponent to a pulp. He was quick and strong and he felt like screaming in primal lust after bloodying the first man he did. He circled his prey one by one and took three of them down before Ed called it for the day and clapped him on the back, congratulated him, and said he had become a true man among men. The other fighters shook hands with him and many asked him how long he'd been fighting and asked for some pointers. Wesley smiled mischievously.

He grew and grew. His muscles were like temples now, holy and sacred. His pecs had become truly meaty slabs and he pleasured to the point of creaming himself with hundred pound dumbbells and the thought that he was actually becoming a fucking god. In two months after drinking the alpha serum he hit the 200 pound mark. He started getting his hair cut in a military style, and his face had changed considerably. His jaws were much bigger now and the stubble in combination made him look like a true warrior. He had gone from having a slightly oval face to a square one, and he commanded attention wherever he went now. His biceps were the size of small melons. He enjoyed intimidating other men in public just by walking past them, and looking down and smiling. He was now 6'3" the exact same height as his father and still growing.

His dick had grown steadily and was now at 7 inches.

"Hey, slave! Did you clean up my bedroom?"

"Yes, Master Wesley. I did, sir." Devon bowed to him.

"Good. Get over here and suck me off. God, I love your throat, slave."

The jock god had on most days been wearing gym clothes and cheap T-shirts. He presented his dick and smiled arrogantly as the much smaller man sucked him off, like a good sub. His leg muscles were easily bigger than Devon's head now. He felt like he could run for miles around the smaller man.

Everything about being big was good. He looked like an Olympic athlete or better.

He peaked finally at 6'6" and 240 pounds. He was an absolute giant. He looked nothing like his former self and intimidated practically anyone he came across with his now constant smirks or scowls. Just one flex of his arms told other men to back the fuck off. He would sometimes go to bars just to mop the floor of the place with some drunk asshole and humiliate him because the idea of embarrassing a lesser man excited him to the point of nearly cumming in his pants.

Wesley had the drunk's head in a headlock. The man was trying in vain to escape.

"Now that was real stupid, wasn't it? Are you going to be smart and back down? Are you going to apologize to the lady?"

The beautiful woman crossed her arms and looked at Wesley approvingly, and repeated his sentence. "Yeah, are you going to apologize to me?"

"I'm really sorry."

"You shouldn't call women sluts if they don't want to sleep with you, mate. Or a cunt. In fact, the only cunt here is you. Say it."

"I'm..I'm cunt."

Wesley dropped the man who landed on the floor with a thud.

"Thank you," the woman said impressed and delighted.

"My pleasure," Wesley said, grinning.

His dick was a full 8 inches flaccid and nearly 10 when engorged. Devon was definitely having a harder time pleasuring him so they had upped the ante by using a hole clamp to extend the young boy's asshole.

Wesley changed his name officially to "Dominic Bester" and finally splurged on nicer clothes now that he had a body that wasn't going to grow out of them. His perfect, charming smile won over everyone he came across. His voice had dropped considerably from that of a timid boy to a bass that made lesser men and women quiver in lust.

Dom Bester made his first appearance as VP of the company to all the men that had worked there for years. And since they were all slaves to his father, none of them had a problem with the fact that they had never heard of this other son of Edward Bester. With his tall godlike appearance, deep commanding voice and winning personality that was almost a carbon copy of his father's, Dom fit in right away and took to ordering around his subordinates with ease. And he seemed to know the business intimately well. It was uncanny to the brainwashed crew of gay alpha men. But when Ed told them that Dom was really more than an equal, that he truly was their superior, they believed it wholeheartedly. Ed announced he was leaving for a month and left Dom in charge while he was away in London.

The orgies began again at home, and this time it was Devon that was on the receiving end of things. Dom enjoyed fucking his boy and then watching a line of men fuck him as well. When Ed had found Devon the boy had been homeless and eating out of garbage bins. Now he was in bliss getting fucked by a room full of muscle daddies...

...

"How are those reports coming?" Dom asked Keith and Carl.

"Almost done, boss." Carl replied.

"Well it was due this morning. You two know what that means." Dom said, snapping his fingers. The two followed the larger man in his expensive pinstripe suit. Dom adjusted his lapels and drew the blinds as the two men disrobed and presented themselves to suck his dick while he lit up a cigar at his desk.

"Oh. Yeah. That's right. Suck that dick, you cunt. That's what a real man's dick is like, in't it, cunt?" Dom, formerly Wesley said, chomping on his cigar.

Carl he wanted to make out with a little first. Though the blond hunk had no idea that the man who intimidated the hell out of him now used to be his own sex slave made Dom even hornier. He held the cigar in his hand and smiled in a primal, hedonistically superior way. "I want you to bark like a dog, cunt." Carl did so. "Now stop. Now take this dog food and eat it out of this bowl, cunt. You too, shit for brains." Soon his subordinates were eating dog food out of a bowl while he laughed.

The new Dom Bester could choose between any of 15 men from work to come home and be his lover for the night. They were all overcome with lust for him and he topped them all. Sometimes two or three in a row depending on his mood, before dismissing them to go home. And he would not spare them his wrath at work. He would gladly reward good work and humiliate and berate the ones that fell behind.

The new Dom Bester would reflect on his former status as he chomped his cigar while wearing his suits, walking around town so he could simply have the joy of looking down on shorter men he came across and smiling to himself in deep satisfaction. He would think of the short nerdy slave boy he had been and the true man he had become.

Throughout this ordeal, Ed and his new son Dom had not engaged in sex. The imprint was gone on the former James and Dom had taken his place. They were like two different people and Dom smiled as he saw his now shorter dad come in one night as he curled 120 pound dumbbells in the living room.

"Hey, Dad."

"Son. You're looking amazing."

"Haven't seen you in a month. Did you miss me?" Dom asked arrogantly and flexed.

"I did, quite a lot. You're just so fucking ripped now. So fucking big, I'm so fuckin' proud of you!"

"Thanks, dad. I'm up to 260 pounds now! That creatine you gave me has done wonders, wouldn't you say?" Dom made his huge man pecs dance for his father.

"Indeed! My god, the size of you! You really have outgrown me, and I'm proud to say it."

"You should be proud of me. I upped our client list this month by 3%."

"What? That's amazing! What'd you do?"

"I told people why they should go with our men and I'm very convincing when I want to be. Wouldn't you say?"

"I'm proud of you! We should have a drink to celebrate!"

"Let's go to the pub and have a pint, mate!"

Ed blinked. It was the first time his son had used the word "mate" with him. That was new, but this was a new territory they were in.

At the pub, Ed couldn't believe how big his son was in comparison to other men, how he carried himself, how he strutted about like he owned the place, how he intimidated other men playing pool, how he challenged a few men to armwrestling only to smile arrogantly as they shied away.

"Son, this is right fantastic is what this is. You're going to be the man that can truly represent this company. You're all man, son!"

"Don't I know it. Cheers!" Dom smiled as his dad drank his ale.

"Let's go outside. Now." Ed blinked and complied.

He followed his massive son, not believing how wide the man's back had become. The back of a true warrior god!

"Alright then, pops, here's the deal. I want you to get in the car and I'll drive us home. Then you're going to get inside and take off all your clothes. And then you're going to beg me to suck on my 10 inch cock."

"Right."

"Right, sir. I want you to call me "SIR" from now on, dad. Or better yet, Master. Master Dom has a nice ring to it, wouldn't you say."

"It sure does, Master Dom. Sir."

"Mmm mm. You are a good looking motherfucker, still. I will say. Can't wait to get you home. When was the last time another man fucked you again?"

"Heh. I've never let another man go near my hole. I ain't never been fucked yet."

"Well now, then it's high time someone popped your motherfucking cherry, right lad?" Dom said, smiling as he drove.

At home, Dom slammed the door as his father walked ahead of him, discarding all clothes as Dom positioned him to get fucked. He got one of his old dildos and shoved it deep into his father's crack as the old man groaned.

"Jesus Christ, that hurts!"

"Well you should get used to it because you're never going to fuck anyone ever again. You're my new fuck slave, you stupid motherfucker!" He took out the dildo. His dick was at full mast. He began to tenderly shove it into his dad's hole. "I love you and you are my father. But things are going to change a lot. Oh god that feels good! I'm fuckin' my dad! Hell yes! Oh! Oh god!" Dom grunted and thrusted for a half hour, just breaking in his dad's hole. It turned him on terribly that he was bigger than his father now. "You like that, old man? You dumb motherfucker. You didn't think I'd find out your dirty little secrets, did you? Well I opened up the safe, FAGGOT. I found out what you did to me, making me a fuck slave all those years. Stunting my growth. Making me weak and servile!" He fucked his father to emphasize each word. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He came inside his father and soon the hold was overflowing with Dom's cum, landing like pudding on the carpet. "Now lick that up. Lick up everything dripping out of your asshole. Lick my cum off the floor as it's fucking precious, isn't it?"

"Yes, Master Dom."

"Stupid motherfucking shithead. I still love you, don't get me wrong. But you're going to be obeying me from now on, fuckhead." Dom looked down on his father as he gathered cum out of his own asshole that his son had left there and cupped it into his mouth, tasting his own ass with the cum, then when that was accomplished licking the carpet of any precious liquid that escaped. Dom lit a cigar and was exhilarated by the nicotine rush. "You only gave me one of these once. You thought it was funny to let me try one, then you never did again. Well, now the cigars are all mine, pops. The house is mine, too. Everything is mine, the company, the whorehouse, the fighting pits. You're going to give it all to me."

"Right, son. I mean, Master Dom, sir."

Dom smoked his cigar in deep satisfaction. He flexed before the father he'd had since the age of ten. "I've got to thank you for this body. It's much better than the old one, don't you think? I'm a fucking god now!" Every muscle in his body radiated power as he said those words. His every movement betrayed how superior he felt, and how massive. His every movement he could feel how heavy he was, how strong, how much stronger than other weaker men. "I can lift 400 goddamn pounds now, pops!" Dom blew smoke and sneered at his father. "Bow to me. Bow to your master."

"Yes, master."

"Say I'm a god."

"You're a god, Master."

"And you worship me, don't you, faggot?"

"I worship you. I am a faggot."

"And for the rest of your life you're going to continue to work out for me, and be my houseslave. Now get me a goddamn ale, shithead."

"Yes, Master."

...

One week later, Ed announced his retirement. Dom would take over the family business. A few weeks later...

Dom was on the phone being very forward. "No, I didn't say it was alright for you to do that. Do what I tell you to do the first time or I find someone else. You have 24 hours to make this right. Do not disappoint me or you're fired." He hung up. "Johnson! Where are you? Johnson!"

"Yes, sir. Right away, Mr. Bester. How may I assist you, sir?"

"Those insurance forms," Dom commanded. "For the new client. Did you fill them out yet?"

"Uh..they are half-way done, sir."

"Half-way doesn't pay our bills. Does it? Does half-way pay our bills?" Dom scowled at Carl.

"No, sir. I'll finish them right away, sir."

"See that you do, Johnson. Or I'll find someone that can." Dom put the cigar back in his mouth and shut the door to his office, walked back and put his feet up on the desk and his hands behind his dead. Life was good.

This weekend the orgy had changed slightly. Devon, though he hadn't taken the alpha serum, was happily fucking Edward Bester. He had never fucked anyone and it felt really, really good.

"Am I doing good, Master?"

"Oh, you're doing fantastic, mate. Keep it up, keep fucking my dad."

The line behind him included about 9 different men from the company, all of whom were taking their turns with Edward, fucking his hole and making him scoop up the cum as it dribbled out of his recently devirginized hole and devour it like it was candy.

"This is fucking great. Our boss one week, our cum dumpster the next!"

"Mate, how you doin? You won't more dick?"

"Yes, masters. Please fuck me. All of you..please...OW! OW oh GOD this hurts, Master!"

"Keep going, Devon. Don't stop!" Dom commanded. Devon happily continued with a blissful look on his face. When he was homeless he was so scared and now he lived in a mansion with proper gentlemen and he was fucking a bloke for the first time. It was heaven!

Each man took his turn with Edward and they all left a very happy group.

"Did you enjoy that, pops?" Dom asked. "Doesn't feel very nice, getting' plowed by ten guys in a row, does it? Well, get used to it. Because I'm going to give you about, oh, ten years more. See, that's when you started plowing me, from 17 to 27, so I figure I owe you ten years. And from what I read, you might shrink a bit."

"Oh. No, master! Please, anything but that Master!"

Dom came over to the spot Edward was kneeling.

"Stand up, slave!" Edward did so with a fearful look on his face. Dom slapped him across the face forcefully. "Don't you ever presume to talk to me that way again! I own your pathetic slave ass, don't I?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, Master."

"Mmm. I just can't wait to see you after you shrink. I gave you a rather large dose so according to the projection analysis, you should be about 5'2" when this whole thing is over."

Edward began to cry. It was the first time Edward had ever cried in front of Dom, who had once been Wesley.

"Stop crying, you baby!" Dom fished a cigar out of his expensive suit jacket pocket and lit it up. "Now, why don't you hop into some red nighty negligee and wait in bed for me. I'm going to give you a nice long fuck like you deserve. Little man." Dom said, slapping his stepfather on the ass as hard as he could. Edward wiped his tears and did as his son commanded.

"Now then, how's about a little muscle worship, Devon?"

"Yes, Master." Devon happily felt his master's enormous Olympian muscles as Dom laughed.

"You know, I used to be a lot like you. But I truly like you, Devon, and you deserve to be happy. How'd you like to get big like me?" He puffed his cigar.

"I would like that a lot, Master. I would like that a lot..."

THE END