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James once again woke up in a haze, although this time it was with a start. He began violently choking and gagging as he was yanked out of his drug-induced slumber. He groggily opened his eyes and could see what had caused his rude awakening - a fat, dripping dick pointed right at his face! He rolled his eyes up only to briefly see the fag who had tormented him grinning back down into his bleary eyes before the old man wordlessly stepped forward, propped a hairy leg up beside James, grabbed his head, and rubbed his leaking dick all over the boy’s face before sticking it back into his mouth and humping away at the hole.
Lucid enough to be angry, James tried to bite down on the fag’s slimy cock but found he could not close his mouth. He tried to jump up and pummel the fag but also found this was impossible and that he was somehow restrained to the chair in which he sat. He moaned in frustration as he realized he could do nothing but sit there while the disgusting faggot plowed his face. He rolled his eyes to his right and saw a large mirror. In it, he could see he was naked. He witnessed the fag hammering away at his mouth, which appeared to be held open by some strange metal device.
He could also see why he wouldn’t be getting up from the chair any time soon. His arms were expertly tied to the rungs on the chair behind him, his big feet cordedclosely together to each opposite front leg of the chair, crossing them at the ankles. His thighs had been tightly roped and pulled back, each one tied to one of the back legs of the chair. Looking at it, he realized how sore he felt as this particular method held his legs splayed open while keeping his ankles close together. It was dark in the room, but it looked like the masculine tuft of hair he kept around his dick was gone, as was his chest hair. His chest and abs were shiny with saliva and dick spit. Even now he could see a steady stream of drool and dick leak pouring from his forced-open mouth. It seemed to get caught on something though. He squinted and saw what looked like a bandage across his chest and… another one further down? He could also make out something glinting in the light towards his midsection. It flailed around wildly as the old fag roughly fucked his mouth.
After he finished studying himself, he realized he recognized that mirror – it used to hang on the wall in the foyer of his apartment. Had the old faggot brought him home??? Maybe this ordeal was almost over!
His mind flashed briefly to the many times he had glanced in that same mirror before heading out the door, ensuring sure his hair was perfectly set or that his dick lump was framed properly in his tight jeans. If there was one thing James knew, it was that chicks and faggots alike loved to see a big bulge in a man’s pants. He had no problems snaring more pussy than he could handle simply by using this method. He’d saunter around town, waiting until a hot slut gazed wistfully at his package a bit too long. Then, adjusting it through his pants so it snaked down his leg, he’d stroll over to her flashing his winning smile. Hell, he had scored more cunt just by swaggering down the street to the corner grocery store than most guys got going out to the clubs every night.
While he loved a young, soft, nubile, college-aged slut like any normal guy, one of his favorite activities was to seduce a sexy MILF, follow her back to her house in the suburbs, and fuck each of her holes all day long while her husband was slaving away at work. He’d pretend to care about her concerns regarding pregnancy and actually use a condom while he pounded her pussy. After they’d finish, she’d usually run off to the bathroom to take a shower and flush the cum from her asshole and brush her teeth before her husband got home. James would take this opportunity to place the cum-filled condom somewhere the husband would be sure to find it, maybe in his bathroom or under his pillow or in his den. He’s also leave a taunting note with it, saying something like “Do you even fuck your wife dude? Her ass and pussy are so fucking tight! Well… they WERE,hahaha! Thought you might be a faggot so I left you this little souvenir. Maybe you could teach your whore wife to suck dick better?” Chicks and fags were easy to degrade and would do anything for his dick. James enjoyed power and saw everyone as his toy though and got off on the thought of destroying another straight guy’s manhood and confidence by banging his wife and ruining his marriage.
James was snapped out of his daydream. The old fag had sped up his pace and his dick pulsed and grew in James’ throat as it prepared to shoot its load. He had been watching James in the mirror, enjoying the sight of his pistoning dick sliding in and out of the boy’s mouth but also the emotions of fear, anger, and confusion that played out across his face. It eventually became too much for him and he moaned as he pulled his new toy all the way down on his cock and emptied his thick load into its throat. He sighed contentedly as his dick finished its spasms in the moist hole while James thrashed about in his bonds trying to pry his head away, desperate to breathe.
“Just relax slut, and breathe through your nose,” the old fag cautioned.
James tried to heed the instruction and found the faggot was right. “Figures.Of course he knows that!” he thought. He inhaled deeply, smelling nothing but hairy, sweaty crotch, the wiry pubes tickling his nostrils, as he felt the cock buried in his throat begin to soften and retract.
The old fag moaned once more and pulled out, grabbing James by the hair and yanking his head closer to wipe his dick clean in the matted-down mess. James’ mouth, now free of the intruder, leaked a large mixture of saliva, dick sweat, and unswallowed cum down his chest and abs, soaking his bandages. It flowed into the “cum gutters” on either side of his flaccid dick and pooled on the seat of the chair below.
James, eager to speak, tried to plead with the fag that enough was enough. He just wanted this to be over! Unfortunately, the spider gag morphed his words into unintelligible sounds while even more drool dripped down his chest. He fidgeted in his seat as the liquid continued to pool uncomfortably around his sore nuts, flowing backwards on the chair as he shifted and squelching up his crack, soaking his equally tenderized hole.
The old fag slapped James across the face with enough force to send his head spinning to the side. He turned back to look at the fag, tears welling up in his eyes and dripping down his face and into his open mouth to mix with the river of drool that flowed out and down his chin.
“No talking Jamie,” the fag said. “I’M going to talk and YOU’RE going to sit there and listen while I explain your two, and ONLY two, possible futures. Am I clear?”
James continued sniffling as he nodded his head in assent - the only thing he could do.
“That’s a good slut,” the fag said. “Any resistance at this point and I would take that as your selection of option 2. What is option 2, you may be wondering? Is there an option 1? I’ll explain.”
“Option 1,” he continued, “represents your acknowledgement that you have been a bad boy and that you are willing to atone for your poor behavior. You will do this by becoming a REAL whore. No, not a male escort for women or even a gay top whore. You will become a no-limits faggot bottom whore. You already agreed that you’re a faggot whore back at the hotel, so this will just increase your range of abilities. No one is going to want to buy some disgusting fag bottom’s used underwear, photos, or videos though. That means you’ll have to sell your two greatest assets – your whore mouth and your whore cunt. You will become the fucktoy for anyone who wants to pay for you and you will do ANYTHING that is ordered of you. You follow me so far, boy?
“So far???” James thought. “Is he fucking serious?”Horrified, James could only continue to nod as the fag expanded his explanation.
“Good whore. Now, option 1 is good for you in that there’s a way out,” the old fag continued. “The way out is this – I will set you up with clients who will treat you just as poorly as you have treated all the “fags” in the past. The money you earn from these clients, aside from a 60% finder’s fee owed to me for my assistance of course, will be used to settle your bad karma. Let me elaborate.”
“You fraudulently charged fags for a service. They thought they were buying a straight stud’s used gear, cum, piss – whatever. That means, since you’re now really a faggot bottom whore, you lied to each of these gentlemen and now you need to make it up to them.”
“As you can see,” the fag said, gesturing around him, “we are in your apartment.” The drug I gave you knocked you out for almost 18 hours. In that time, I’ve been able to get all the information I need to settle your debt. Oh, and on a related note, thanks for leaving that nice notepad with all your email and bank account login information next to your laptop – it really helped speed things along! Anyway, I’ve logged into your old “master” email account and see you were vain enough to keep every single email from every single one of your “fags.” These emails will be very useful in helping you make amends. How, you might be wondering?”
James’s eyes were wide and his mouth would have been agape if it weren’t already forced open as the old fag explained everything to him. “Fuck!” he thought. “How could I have been so stupid to leave all my passwords and shit right by the computer!” Of course, James hadn’t counted on a renegade faggot rifling through his personal things either…
“You’re going to sift through each and every email and record exactly how much money each man has given you,” the fag continued. “Any income, be it from sales, webcam shows, pictures, whatever, will be recorded. You will then send an email to each gentleman, apologizing for deceiving them and admitting that you’re really a closet-case homo yourself. In this email, you will offer each man exactly double the amount they paid you in return for lying to them. So for example, my friend, who you stole $12,000 from, will be owed $24,000. I will front the cash to pay them back, which you will earn back for me by selling your beautiful young body. In each email, you will also provide each gentleman with free access to a website I will be setting up to showcase your new life, which I will explain in greater detail should you accept option 1. Finally, every single man you have wronged will have free access to use you however they like, whenever they like, until all your debts to me have been repaid.”
James was sweating with fear at this point. “I’ve been doing this since college!” he despaired. “There must be hundreds of records of fags in those emails!”
“Of course, every aspect of your life will be under my control until your debts are settled,” the old fag said. “You will be monitored while at home and your every action will be broadcast live to your new website. There will be other rules to follow as well, but we can cover that later in case you go with option 2. You will be allowed to keep your job as a hotshot VP of your company, but any money you earn there will simply be funneled to a savings account and cannot be used to pay me off. Now, the upside to option 1 is that I promise, after you have atoned for your bad behavior, I will leave you alone and let you resume a normal life, provided you are a good boy and learn not to take advantage of “fags.”
“Well,” he chuckled, “that’s option 1 in a nutshell. Any questions? Oh, I’m sorry, you can’t speak anyway, can you?”
James rolled his eyes at the joke and shook his head. He had no questions anyway. He’d HAVE to pick option 2 – there’s no way it could be as bad as option 1.
“Good.” The old fag said. “Now for option 2. It’s a little bit darker I’m afraid…”
“Fuck…” James thought.
“Option 2 signifies your refusal of option 1,” the fag continued. “I equate refusal with disobedience and I don’t tolerate disobedience. You are not the first boy I have had to discipline, and you won’t be the last. Some boys don’t understand that once they have completed option 1 and paid for their misdeeds, however specific that may be to their situation, I’ll leave them alone. Yeah, you’ll have to suck some cock and take some dick up your cunt, but it doesn’t have to be permanent. Good boys who want to change understand this - they don’t like it, but they realize they have no choice. The bad boys fight me. They rebel; they whine and complain; they lie and try to fool me… Do you know what happens to those boys Jamie?”
James shook his head, realizing option 2 was going to be no better than option 1.
“First, I beat them half to death, then I drug them. While they’re unconscious, I have a surgeon friend of mine remove their teeth. Then he chops their fat erect dicks and full nuts off, reroutes a bit of plumbing, and gives them pretty new fuckablepussies. The next time the “boy” opens his eyes he’ll be tied down to a mattress on the basement floor in one of several seedy, underground fetish clubs I know of where anything goes. I sell the boy off to the owners and he spends the rest of his toothless, dickless life satisfying the privileged members of the club in any capacity they desire, with any one of now three holes they can use.”
“I recently revisited one of the clubs I had sold a bad boy to a couple of years ago,” the fag mused. “You should have seen him Jamie! He spent the entire 2 years tied to the same stinking, cum-encrusted mattress. Nothing to do but take dick 24/7 from the club members. He didn’t even remember me at first but once I was on top of him and plowing his loose pussy, I saw a spark of recognition in his eyes. He tried to speak, probably to beg for the opportunity to retake option 1, but he could only make sounds. No one had spoken to the boy for 2 years and he had actually forgotten how to talk. Can you believe that???”
Recounting this tale had obviously gotten the old fag excited. He stood once again in front of James, his erect dick bobbing and leaking in front of his captive’s face. This time, he simply masturbated as he continued to talk, occasionally dipping his prick into the boy’s mouth for lube or circling the glistening cockhead around his stretched-open mouth.
“We actually untied him from the mattress for the first time in two years,” the old man said as he continued to stroke his dick. “I opened the door to the basement and told the boy he was free to leave at any time. You should have seen the look on his face Jaime – pure glee! That happiness turned to despair instantly though. You see, he didn’t just forget how to talk. After 2 years of immobility on that mattress, he couldn’t move his arms or legs anymore! He just laythere, kind of lifting his ass up and down on the bed trying to get up–he couldn’t even roll over!”
The old fag was laughing as he quickened his pace, jerking his dick off wildly only inches from James’ face, precum spraying out and covering the stud in the slop.
“He kept trying to talk too,” the fag said, “but it just sounded like “Eeeeeeee. Eeeeeeee.Aaaaaaaa.Oooooooo!” He was so cute like that, I got back on top of him and gave him a nice creamy deposit in his pussy to remember me by. As I tied him back up, he was still trying to raise his little boibutt off the mattress and staring longingly at the door as tears poured from his defeated eyes. I licked up those salty tears and whispered in his ear that this had been his only chance to ever be free. I’m not totally cruel though. Before I left, I made sure to piss all over him and the mattress to help wash away some of the old cum and sweat. I could see, however, that my load was already leaking out of his pussy and forming a new stain by that point. Oh well. As I locked the basement door behind me, I could still hear him trying to speak, “Eeeeeeeeee. Aaaaaaaaaa.Ooooooooo!” I wonder if he ever figured out how to form those vowels into words?”
James stared in disbelief up at the fag, no longer aware of the raging cock spitting on his face. He only saw the cruelty in the eyes of the old man staring back at him. “That couldn’t be real!” James thought. “Can it? Maybe he’s just trying to scare me???”
The fag relished the fear in James’ eyes and moaned once more as a thick load erupted from his dick, coating James’ face in cum, some of it shooting into his open mouth and even more landing in one of those same doe eyes, the left one, that had pushed the fag over the edge. James closed his eye in pain and held it shut. Minutes later, as he listened to the old man wheez as he came down from his orgasm, he found he was unable to reopen it as the pasty goo settled in and crusted around it, sealing the eyelid shut.
“That’s a good look for you Jaime,” the old fag chuckled as he dipped his softening cock in James’ mouth for a quick wash and then dried it off in his hair. “And I know what you’re thinking and no, I am not lying about any of this.”
“Now,” the fag said, grunting as he turned the chair around to face the big mirror, his dick rubbing across James’ face and leaving a trail of saliva and cum. “You have exactly one hour to make your decision. I’ll finish going through your computer in the meantime and leave you alone here to think in peace while you decide.”
James sat and stared into the mirror, looking out through his right eye, the only one not covered by a thick layer of semen. He gazed sadly at his hairless crotch, his sweat-slicked thighs spread open, placing his drooping cock obscenely on display. With despair, he now noticed his legs and thighs were also devoid of hair, as were his arms. Although his arms were tied behind him, he was also unable to see any of the bushy hairs sprouting from his deep armpits either; the masculine pits that the fags always commented on and drooled over.
“I see you’re noticing your body hair, or lack thereof…” the old man said. “I soaked you in a special solution in your bathtub once I lugged you over here that has removed all of it indefinitely. Men like a smooth and clean whore you know!”
“I usually let a boy at least keep his arm and leg hair,” the old man continued with a chuckle, “but since you were drugged and far too much dead weight for me to fool around with, I just let everything soak off. Believe me, even the biggest queens don’t remove ALL their body hair. That’s ok though, it’ll let the guys know you’re a real slutty whore who will do anything, right?”
James continued looking over his body as steady tears flowed out of his eye. This was permanent? Even if he was eventually released, does this mean he’d be a hairless freak forever???
“Oh, I almost forgot!” the old fag exclaimed. He ripped what felt like two bandages off of James from behind, one from his upper back and one from his lower back. He then moved around in front of the jock and pulled off the bandage on his chest and the one directly above his crotch. He also reached over and pulled yet another bandage off James’ left upper arm, one he had not noticed before.
“I figured it would be necessary to enforce the severity of your situation on you Jamie,” the old fag said, “so in addition to the permanent hair removal, you’ve also been given some permanent ink to denote your new status.”
With that, the old man shuffled off to the bedroom. This gave James a minute to look at his body. If he could scream, he would have. Instead, he could only sob and whine “UHHHHHHHHHHHHH” out of his spider gag.
Right above his hairless crotch were fine black letters, inked as:
FAGGOT
WHORE
Above that, he could finally make out what he had noticed glinting in the mirror when he first woke up. His belly button had been pierced and from it dangled a small, jeweled, shiny pink cock. It was quite noticeable without his furry treasure trail to hide it.
Casting his eyes upward, he saw more black letters etched on the center of his muscular chest, above the nipple line, with an arrow below them pointing upwards:
TOILET
Finally, he looked to his left arm and saw what looked to be a cartoon of some sort. He would find out later it was an intricately drawn, smaller version of himself. This “mini-James”was also naked and detailed to look exactly like the real thing, from the big hanging cock and full balls, to the overall musculature of the body, even to the facial features. Mini-James was bent over slightly at the small of his back, his arms extended rigidly outward and up, almost looking like he was doing the dance “the robot.” His mouth was open in a perfect “O” and what looked like a giant wind up key from a toy doll was emerging from his ass. Below the figure, it simply said:
BOY TOY
Before James could process everything, the old man reappeared with the full-length mirror James kept in his bedroom. He propped it up behind James so he could also see the ink on his back.
On the top of his upper back, spanning nearly the entire naked canvas, large black letters spelled out:
FOR RENT
With smaller letters directly beneath it advertising:
CHEAP FUCKS “N” SUCKS
And on the small of his back, right above his ass with an arrow pointing down to the cleft between his muscular cheeks, it said:
CUM DUMP
James was flabbergasted and could only continue to mew “UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” from his gag. The old fag once again dashed off to his bedroom, returning with a pair of dirty socks from the jock’s hamper and stuffing them into his mouth to shut him up.
“Now Jamie, I know you’re excited,” the old man said, “but you need to be quiet.” He moved a table beside the mirror in front of James and placed his laptop on top of it. He selected several video files and pressed “play.”
The videos would start playing from recordings the old fag had taken of James while he was tattooed and pierced on his very own dining room table. Another man, no one James knew, had performed the procedures, finishing up the video by roughly fucking the passed out stud’s ass for his tip and cementing its new function as a cum dump.
The next videos would show various “bad boys” the old fag had ruined, zooming in to show their smooth crotches and fuckable pussies and detailing their daily lives as fuckboys at whichever brothels or sex clubs they had been sold to.
After pressing play, the old fag spoke. “Any doubts you have regarding my seriousness should now be eliminated, Jamie. I don’t much care which option you choose – your new tattoos will function in either capacity and I’ll still profit from you either way. You’ll spend the next hour reviewing these tapes, looking at the new you in the mirrors, and contemplating your future. When I return, I’ll remove your gag, and you will be allowed to speak two words and ONLY two words – either “Option 1” or “Option 2” - no begging, no whining, no other speaking whatsoever. If you select option 1, we will begin your training. If you select option 2, well, I already have an offer for you, so you’ll be modified and shipped off to your new home within a couple of days. Am I clear Jamie?”
James looked up into the old man’s eyes for any hint of mercy and found none. He nodded.
“Good boy!” the fag exclaimed. “Just remember, while your body hair is gone for good, tattoos can be removed nowadays and you can earn your old life back. I hope you think this through and make the right choice.”
With that, that old fag walked off into James’ bedroom, leaving him to decide his fate.
This is MY story and is copy written to Master Matt, mastermister123@gmail.com. That means no reposting it on any sites, no sharing it with anyone, etc… Any violations of these rules and I’m just gonna stop writing it. Good fags who appreciate the first parts of the story I have posted here can send me compensation or get me some gifts to motivate me to continue – email me for further instruction. You can also email me just to thank me for giving you something to beat your little dicks to.
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