Gay
28 Jun 2017


I am working in America at one of these fancy golf estates and enjoying every moment of my time hooking up with hot American men of all shades and all sizes in my off time .

During Xmas week we were working doubles back to back with no off days. All the long hours had me way to exhausted to even think about getting my boy hole rammed, so instead I settled for a fatigued jerk off session before bed. I had some other entertainment at work though.

At work there was this one particular chef that caught my attention and I had definitely caught his . The first couple of days starting work he chatted me up, along with some heavy flirting to. I didn't mind him, I loved the attention and he was something worthwhile looking at. He was in his 40s , Italian-American, brown eyes not tall at least 5"8 , but what he lacked in length he made up for with a fascinating bulging, muscular physique ...he was the quintessential masculine man.

His flirting became a little more daring over time and when we were alone he'd push me in a corner or up against a wall, slap my ass, tell me what a nice juicy ass I have and how much he'd like to get into it . I totally wanted him to fuck me right there on the kitchen floor,but I do hate mixing work with pleasure.

so I made up my mind to not go there with him . Even though I continued in the heavy flirting and teasing.

One morning when we were alone in the kitchen prepping for breakfast he came behind and rubbed his boner right on my ass ... It was absolutely massive through the chefs pants. Like the devil he whispered in my ear, "When are you going to let me have that sweet pussy of yours?" Then put his hands down my pants and shoved his already wet fingers into my hole. I was shocked by how this had escalated , but at the same time filled with the excitement of getting fingered while chopping carrots. He had shoved two fingers deep inside me and I was moaning for him like a slut ... The sound of footsteps put a quick end to his violation of my boy pussy . He pulled his thick fingers out looked at me straight in the eye and licked his fingers ... "feels tight, tastes sweet" and walked away laughing an evil laugh. I had completely forgot what I was suppose to be doing and left to go to the bathroom to pull myself together ... And jerk off .

He is my superior and has a lot of power with the scheduling . Every Monday we have to do stock taking and coincidentally I was one of the people on that list every Monday . The sous chef wasn't feeling well and Chef sent him on his merry way leaving the two of us to do the inventory check .

Towards the end of the counts he told me there are some boxes he needed help with in the basement storage. I was wrapping up the last of my counts and told him I'd meet him down there . I knew exactly what he was planning , so I thought and vowed to myself I wasnt going to allow him to turn me into one of his work bitches.

It was my first time down in the basement storage it was, dimly lit and had mostly linen for the tables in restaurant stored there it was a pretty massive storage . I called his name and got no response , called again and no response ... I walked towards the back of the room and go startled when a thunderous voice , chef ofcourse startled me ... "Take your clothes off " ,he ordered.

I turned around to see this man absolutely butt naked with his 12 inch cock rock hard looking at me .

I tried to stay strong and protested

" What are you doing ?this is unprofessional, we could both lose ... " I was interrupted,

"Shut the fuck up faggot and take your clothes off"

"Excuse me" I said with an irritated tone.

"You heard me , take your fuckin clothes off you little cock hungry bitch or the only kitchen you'll be working in is at McDonald's"

I quickly assessed what was happening and realised that I was going to have sex with him whether I wanted it or not.

I started undressing slowly in hope that he would break out in laughter and say this is just a sick joke , but he didn't .

Instead he came over to me and starting ripping the clothes off .

"Now listen here you little faggot , this is how our relationship works from now on ... No more "hard to get" bullshit act you've been putting on for the past 2 months"

"You are my property for as long as you work here , if you don't like it then leave"

"Follow me!" he ordered

I followed like a slave with no rights .

I had to comply I didn't have any choice, I didn't want to get sent home to South Africa. I was just confused and perplexed by how the situation just flipped on me .

He made himself comfortable in a chair that was standing there legs spread wide open his cock rock hard from all the domineering speech ofourse .

" Come on you fuckin faggot slut, get on your knees and start licking my feet . His feet smelled ripe and made me gag ...

"That's right dirty bitch take in that man smell , Now start licking!" ... I don't know where the wet towel came from, but when it landed on my cheeks, with a sting, I relinquished the little bit of my power and got to work on his feet .

He sat there grunting like a pig as i licked every crevice of his big many size 12 feet ... I was hard AF.

I moved to touch his cock in hope that I can jerk him off and get this over with ... It was met with another strike with the wet towel this time harder and louder than the first .

"Did I tell you to touch my cock you little fag , did I ?

I looked at the ground , unresponsive.

"Answer me fag?"

" No chef you didn't "

" Then get your filthy faggot hands off my cock and start working on those size 12's you cock hungry bitch and you don't look at me focus on those feet"

I did as I was told .

You're going to get tight little pussy ripped open tonight faggot , he laughed.

He just sat there stroking his cock.

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[If you want me to tell you what happened and next leave me a comment and like my story , because it becomes very abusive,very dirty and very twisted ... ]


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