The Big Boss Vol. 1 Practice

Release Date:-
7 August 2026

Studio Notes:-

That is not a trivial power, and I don’t take it lightly. For some of the models, I’m just a sex machine, an amusement park ride. That’s fine. They are just fuckboys, and we can entertain each other. Then there is Oliver, my assistant. He just wants to serve me. Of course, getting fucked on top of my desk is his favorite task on his to-do list, but he is equally pleased by everything he can do for me. Occasionally, there is a boy like Grayson. A project. A boy who needs more than my dick.

I can be generous. That is satisfying. But I can be intoxicating, too. I found Grayson at a local bar. He was the perfect twunk. He was born to be a model. I walked up behind him at the bar and paid for his drink before he knew what happened. When he turned around, it was lust at first sight for him. But something more than that. I convinced him to come by the studio and give it a try. Just a photo shoot. I was surprised when I realized that he really doesn’t know how cute he is. Devastating, really.

He needs me even more than I need him. He needs to be a model, to be admired, worshipped, to understand his true potential. I fucked him there in the studio, after I sent everyone else away, of course. Fucking him until his eyes rolled back in his head and he couldn’t speak. Pumping my cum into his tight, sexy ass. I showed him that he was desirable, even to a man like me, in a way that he couldn’t deny. Then I promised him more, if he tried to please me.

In reality, I promised him more if he would do himself proud. But pride would come later. Today was his first lesson. Oliver made sure my bedroom was prepared, with a smile on his face, not a jealous bone in his sweet body. He knows he will always get his turn. Then he sent Grayson in. The boy came in shyly. Apologizing for being early of all things.

I pulled him into my arms, let him feel my strength, let him smell me. I felt the tension begin to leave his body. Then I took control, putting him on his knees. He dropped to the floor without hesitation, looking up at me with the same need and vulnerability in his bottomless blue eyes that I saw in the studio that first day. My dick was instantly hard. I pulled him into the bulge in my pants. Just to remind him what was there, before I told him to undress.

As soon as he had his clothes off, I had to see him, though. I told him to stand up. His hands shyly hiding his hard-on. I teased him, unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time, stopping to pull my shirt wide to show off my chest. He stepped up close, afraid to touch me, but I could almost feel his eyes caress my skin. Finally I gave him permission; he leaned in to smell my pits, before his trembling fingers traced my pecs. FUCK! What this boy does to me.

Back on his knees, he nuzzled my swollen crotch. I unbuckled my belt and let him smell me, his lips tracing my erection in my jockey shorts. Finally I pulled them down and let him have what he wanted. At that moment, I didn’t feel like a king, more like a god, the way he worshipped me. He took me in his mouth, and I couldn’t resist putting my hand on the back of his head and pushing myself into the back of his throat. It might have been the first time in my life that I wished I were smaller so I could go balls deep. As it was, he choked and spit puddled on the floor between his knees, but he didn’t pull back.

It was time to fuck him, and I pushed in. Most boys struggle with my size. Not Grayson. He was tight, but he opened right up for me. Fucking that boy is absolute heaven. When I put him on top, to ride me, he was bouncing up and down, almost frantic. I wanted to be on top to breed him, though. On my knees, his legs spread as wide as they would go, his hole open for my cock, him begging to be bred. I filled him, and looked down at a drop of cum glazing his puffy hole, thinking about my sperm swimming deep in his guts looking for something to latch on to, to make him mine forever. Fuck!