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The videos had ended after about 30 minutes. James had been horrified and disgusted by what he saw. Witnessing his own ass rape at the hands of the tattoo artist had been one thing, his sore and leaky hole pulsing in sympathy. However, the fate of the men who had clearly decided not to play ball was terrifying. James concluded the old fag had been doing this for quite some time as he witnessed quick clips of one guy after another fulfilling their roles as dicklessfuckboys. Some were shown strapped down in ominous looking dungeons, bucking about wildly and screaming as a line of thick hard cocks lined up beside them. Others had obviously been broken and seemed quite docile. While they were able to move about freely, they wore heavy chains around their necks, arms, and legs. They were shown submissively serving drinks in what appeared to be clubs or bars to large groups of men and even some women, occasionally kneeling down to lick a shoe clean, take a cock into their mouths, or tongue-wash the dilated, leakingassholes and cuntsof what James could only guess were other slaves.
After the presentation ended, James spent the next 30 minutes simply staring at his own reflection in the big mirrors. While his left eye still burned from the cum-splattering it had received earlier, he was able to at least see out of it now. He had shed enough tears that much of the jism had broken up and trickled down his face to rest in clumps on his naked body along with the sweat, tears, drool, and cum that already covered much of it. He looked at his hideous tattoos which indicated in just which ways he would be used. He was especially worried about the one that said “TOILET.” He knew from experience that queers loved to guzzle a real man’s piss – he had sold enough of his own to them in the past. But did this mean he was going to become like them? A fucking piss drinker???
He heard the tapping of fingers on a keyboard from his bedroom. “The old faggot is going through my computer, no doubt…” James lamented. He directed his attention back to his reflection. He realized how pathetic he looked with his legs splayed out, his shriveled drooping dick hanging there lifelessly almost as if saying “I feel ya bro. I’m worriedabout this too.”
His mind wandered to the company softball games they played once a week after work. He guessed he would just change in his private office now before the games rather than use the locker room like the other guys. He was team captain of course and it would probably be suspicious if he weren’t there to motivate the team a little before the games. There was no way he could shower and change with them now though, not with this queer ink all over his now baby-smooth body. He’d miss it too. He enjoyed his position above the rest of the team there just as much as he did in the office. He’d usually strut around naked from guy to guy after the game, towel slung over his shoulder and showing off his body. He liked to keep his underlings in their place so he made sure to admonish each and every one of his teammates on how exactly they fucked up during the game citing catches they’d missed, strikeouts, whether they ran too slow, etc… They never dared to talk back to him... James was not only their captain but also their boss. All they could do was nod submissively and promise to play harder next time as they stripped off their pants and jocks in preparation for their showers.
The thing that turned on James the most was the fact that most of these dudes would sneak peeks at his naked body as he made his rounds. He knew they were jealous of course. Not only was he smarter, richer, and more successful than they would ever be, he was also in perfect shape – a god, really. He could almost feel their self-esteem wilt as they compared their spare tires to his six pack, their flabby fat to his muscles, and their little cocks to his fat, thick 8-incher. Although he liked being briefly admired by the other guys, he always took note of which ones stared at him a little too long. He didn’t want to work with queers and would wait until the sick faggots incurred even the smallest infraction in the office and fire them immediately.
James sighed. “Who will be jealous of me now…” he thought as he watched another string of drool drip from his mouth.
It was then that the old fag came back into the room. He stood behind James and met his stare in the mirror. He could feel the man’s hot poker prodding his back. “Times up my boy!” he said. “I’m going to remove your gag now. Do you remember the rules?” James nodded.
The fag unbuckled the spider gag from behind James’ head and pulled it from his mouth. James had had it pried open for so long it was numb and he continued holding his mouth open well after the gag had been removed. “You can close your whorehole now,” the old man chuckled. Embarrassed, James shut his mouth, clenching his jaw and moving his tongue around his teeth trying to get used to having control once again.
The old man walked around in front of James and looked down at him. James looked up, first at the man’s bobbing dick, then past it to his cold eyes. “What will it be Jamie?” he asked.
James looked down at his feet. “Option 1…” he whispered.
“What was that Jamie?” the old man queried. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“Option 1,” James said louder, looking up at the faggot who was ruining his life.
“Excellent Jamie, good boy!”the fag cheered, ruffling James’ hair like he was dog or a child. “I’m really proud you want to improve yourself and become a better person!”
“So what…” James started to say, interested in asking about what happens next.
*WHAP* The old man’s hand smacked across James’ face. “Uh uh my boy,” he said. “From now on, you speak only when asked a question or when I allow you to express your opinion. A good whore looks pretty and keeps its mouth shut. Understand?”
James whipped his head back around ready to berate the piece of shit but remembered where he was and simply looked up at the man. Anger burning behind his eyes, he simply nodded.
“Good boy…” the old fag said, softly caressing the red imprint from his slap on James’ cheek. “But watch that attitude!” he cautioned. “I know we have a lot of training to complete and that you will no doubt stumble along the way and forget your place. Just remember, if you become insufferable, fail to follow orders, lie to me, complain too much, or just piss me off, option 2 will always be waiting for you.”
James looked down at his dick and nodded. He couldn’t imagine losing it like those freaks from the videos!
“Now,” the old man said. “You have selected option 1. What does that mean?”
James looked back up at him confused. “Uhhhh…what? I don’t know… I thought you were…”
The old fag stopped him and said “It means you’re a whore, right? We’ve already established that.”
James nodded.
“Say it,” the old man said.
“I’m a whore…” James replied.
“Good boy!” the man praised. “And what else does that mean?”
James knew what he wanted to hear. He considered playing dumb but knew he’d have to say it anyway. “I’m a faggot…” he finally replied.
“Excellent! I’m impressed Jamie! You must have been really sure of that one,” the old man teased. “Now,” he continued, “as a faggot whore, what do you DO?”
James paused. “Uhhhh…I guess…stuff with dudes…for money…”
“Well yes Jamie, that’s obvious. But no, not quite right,” the fag said eyeing James. “You do whatever I tell you to do, right?”
James nodded dumbly.
“Say it!” the man said.
“I do whatever you tell me do do…” James repeated.
“Good. And what does that make me?” the man questioned.
“My…boss?” James said apprehensively.
“Ha ha,” the old fag laughed. “Close, my boy, close. It means I’m your Master. You’re my faggot whore slave. You do as your master tells you, right?”
James knew where this was going. “I’m a faggot whore slave. I do as my master tells me…” he said sullenly.
“Great job!” Master said, patting his head again. “And that’s how you will address me going forward to show respect. Understand?”
“Yes…master…” James sighed. “This is so fucking retarded!” he thought.
“Good boy. You learn quickly!” Master praised. “What you’ve been repeating to me is your mantra. Repeating it to yourself should help you adjust to your new role in life. Do you remember it?”
“I’m a faggot whore slave… I do as my master tells me,” James said, surprised he actually remembered it after listening to the stupid queer drone on and on.
“Correct.” Master said. “But there’s one more part to add to it. I want you to introduce yourself at the start of it. Go ahead and give it a try, boy.”
“Uhhhhhhh…” James stammered. “Ummm, my name is James…I’m a faggot whore slave….I do as my master tells me…”
“Not exactly…” Master said. “You see, you were “James” before. James is a strong, confident man’s name, right? You, however, are no longer any of these things. You will refer to yourself as “Jamie” from now on. Jamie sounds more like a slutty faggot whore, don’t you think? I was hoping you’d have figured out your new name on your ownfrom all the hints I’ve been dropping but I guess you’re not the smartest whore on the street corner, are you? That’s ok though, you won’t need brains for your new job. Now try it again.”
James was getting angry. He’d kept his part of the bargain so far, this cocksucker didn’t have to be such an asshole. Still, he knew he had to keep his cool. “My name is Jamie…I’m a faggot whore slave…I do as my master tells me.”
“Perfect.” Master said. “That is your mantra and we’ll incorporate it into your duties each day. Don’t forget it. Do you understand?”
“Yeah…” James said before catching himself. “Uhhhh, yes master…”
“Glad to hear it,” Master said. “Now, just knowing the mantra isn’t enough. You have to say it properly. You shouldn’t sound so depressed you see, andthis is really a good thing for you! Say it again, but this time show me how happy and proud you are to be learning your place.”
“M…My name is Jamie. I’m a faggot whore slave. I do as my master tells me,” James said, trying to sound “happy” about pretending to be a homo.
“Better…” Master commented. “Still nowhere NEAR the level I expect though. Let’s do a training exercise then,” he continued. “You’re going to recite your mantra as positively as you can and finish it off with a nice big smile. Then I will present my hard, leaky prick to you. You will kiss it right on the dickhead and perform a quick wipe across it with your tongue to clean off any cockleak that starts spurting out of it. Then you’re going to keep that pretty boy mouth of yours wide open, cover those nice white teeth of yours with your soft lips, and I’m going to plunge my nice fuckerthat you’ve become so familiar with into your whorehole and down your faggot throat. Then I will pull out and present it to you again. You will once more kiss and clean thehead and then I will pull back away from your mouth. You will recite your mantra, and the process will begin again. This will continue until I am satisfied with your progress and you recite your pledge with the proper attitude it deserves. Understand?”
“Uh, let me try to say it again…I can do better!” James pleaded.
*WHAP* Master’s hand slammed into the side of James’ face. “No Jamie. You’ve already failed the task on your own like a bad boy. Now you’ll be trained to do it properly like a good boy. Don’t worry, I don’t mind. That’s why I’m here after all. This is also a test to see how committed you are to your chosen option. After all, if you can’t willingly show a little love to you Master’s cock, how can I trust you with your clients? If that’s the case, I may as well start getting you prepped for option 2…”
“No, no, I’ll do it…I was just…” James started to say.
*WHAP* *WHAP* Master slapped James again and then immediately backhanded him. “You NEVER tell me no, whore, and you always show me proper respect! Understand?”
“Jesus fuck…yes! Yes master!” James shouted, scowling at his tormentor.
“Attitude Jamie, but I’ll let it go this time…” Master warned. “Get started… Oh, but wait!” he exclaimed. He grabbed his scrotum, sweaty from the heat of the room and his own excitement, and moved closer to James. He dragged the sac down the boy’s forehead to his nose and held it there for a moment. “The smell of your Master should help you perform better, slave.” Master then reached a hand down between James’ outstretched legs and underneath his heavy nuts, covering his hand with the mess of drool, cum, and tears that had settled there. He slathered the fluids all over his hard cock until it glistened. “Something to help me cram my way down that hungry throat of yours,” he said, giving his dick a few quick tugs. Excess liquid and goo splashed off onto James’ face and chest, no doubt to eventually trickle back down to where it had come from. “NOW get started,” Master ordered.
James wretched as the scent of Master’s ball sweat infected his nostrils. He managed to stammer out his mantra and gave a weak smile as he finished.
“Terrible,” Master sighed. “Just so you know, we will do this until you get it right.” He moved his cock forward until it was right in front of James’ lips.
James hesitated and looked up at Master. He had been forced to take dick before but knew that once he completed the next part of the twisted ritual he was going to become a willing cocksucker.
*WHAP* Master backhanded him again. “No hesitation Jamie. And when a nice hard dick is bobbing in front of your faggot face, that’s where I want you to keep your gaze. It lets the man know you have nothing but his cock, his pleasure,on your mind.”
The slaps were really starting to hurt and tears began to once more flow down James’ face. He closed his eyes and inched his head forward…
*WHAP* “What did I just say, boy? Keep your eyes open and focused on my dick! And stop with your fucking sniffling!”
James held back further tears in spite of the pain on his cheeks. He locked his eyes forward at the disgusting prick in front of him as he moved towards it, noticing a drop of precum bubbling from the piss slit. He gently kissed it, feeling its wetness spread onto his lips. He stuck out his tongue and brushed it along the head, a bitter and salty sensation hitting his taste buds. Master smiled. He knew this was an important part in James’ development. Meanwhile James inwardly cursed himself for winding up in this situation. He wondered if he might not have been better off selecting option 2. “At least then I wouldn’t have to WILLINGLY suck a dick like some fucking fairy faggot,” he thought as he moved his head back from Master’s dick, opened his mouth, and tightened his lips around his teeth.
“Such a good boy my Jamie is…” Master cooed, patting James’ head. “Showing such respect for my dick and then sitting there nicely with your pretty whorehole so wide open and inviting!” Master stopped patting James’ head and instead grabbed a handful of hair, holding his slave’s head steady. He rammed his hard dick through James’ mouth and down into his tight throat. James briefly noticed the hairy stalk rubbing along his lips and Master’s balls against his chin before he began choking and sputtering as the invader activated his gag reflex. Master held his head in place for a moment, enjoying the heat frantically pumping out of James’ nostrils and into his pubes before pulling out of his toy’s mouth.
He yanked James’ head upwards and back by his hair and slapped the jock twice across the face. James looked up at him with teary eyes, still coughing as excess saliva dribbled over his lips and down his chin. This earned him yet another slap. “Eyes!” Master yelled, pulling harder on the boy’s hair.
James awkwardly strained to cast his eyes downward at Master’s dick as his head was pulled back. “I know you’re learning Jamie,” Master said, “But you’ve got to be punished when you screw up. Gagging on a man’s dick is incredibly disrespectful so now we’ll need to work on overcoming that little issue as well. It’s like I said though, we have plenty of time so there’s no need to worry. Oh, and from now on when I’m dipping into your cockhole like that, I want to feel your tongue lapping away at the underside of my dick as it’s buried in your throat. Understand?”
“Yes…master…” James squeeked.
“Excellent. Now continue,” Master ordered, releasing his grip on James’ hair.
James crooned his neck forward and once more kissed the prick in front of him, making sure to brush his tongue along the head. He moved his head back and sat there staring at Master’s cock. “Good. And that ends your first rotation!” Master said. “Let’s start again!”
“Jesus fucking Christ…” James thought. “That was just one time… How many more times is this asshole gonna make me do this shit???”
It turns out James would be practicing for quite some time. He found himself stuck in the cycle of cheerfully attempting to recite his mantra and taking dick down his throat for a little over 2 hours. Master had added little improvements into the process here and there, such as making James alternate between licking the underside of his dick as it was buried in his throat and having him stick his tongue out of his mouth and lap away at the hairy nutsack abutting his chin. He altered his rate of entry as well, sometimes plunging full throttle into his fucktoy’s mouth and other times gently gliding inwards down the length of his throat. After 2 hours, James had improved considerably. He had decided thinking about what he had to do was only resulting in more punishment and longer training so he tried his best to detach himself from the situation and simply accomplish the task.
“My name is Jamie! I’m a faggot whore slave! I do as my master tells me!” he chirped, flashing his biggest smile. He leaned forward and quickly kissed Master’s cock before swiping his tongue along the head. Leaning back, he quickly propped opened his mouth and stared ahead at the fleshtube in front of his face. Master slowly inched forward, enjoying the feel of James’ tongue lapping away at the length of the underside of his dick as he moved down the boy’s throat until he was fully buried in the warm, moist hole. James stopped licking the underside of the dickstalk and stuck his tongue out to flick across Master’s balls. The gag reflex had stopped being a problem about 30 minutes ago so he simply carried on with his task as the cock remained lodged in his throat. Master would have usually pulled out after a few seconds but was satisfied with James’ progress and remained as he was, enjoying the sensations his slave was eliciting – they had been training for hours and he needed to cum eventually after all. James soon felt Master’s dick pulse and grow and shortly after, a hot stream shoot down his throat. Master slowly pulled back as he continued to shoot, coating the boy’s tongue, still busy lapping away at the escaping prick, with a thick, creamy load. His cockhead finally emerged from James’dickhole and Master oozed the remaining spurts of his seed around the jock’s mouth and lips.
Master was proud of his slave. “You’ve done well today Jamie,” he sighed in satisfaction. ‘You’ve made a lot of progress. Go ahead and get some sleep and we’ll continue tomorrow,” he continued, walking over to a video camera sitting on a nearby table James had failed to notice and turning it off.
“Um, master, uh, I have work tomorrow…” James uttered, his well-trained eyes still locked on Master’s cock flopping back and forth as he moved about the room.
“Silence,” Master said, retreating into James bedroom before shortly returning with a pair of dirty briefs from the bottom of the boy’s clothes hamper. “I’ll ask for your input when I need it slave. I know you work tomorrow. I’ll be calling your boss in the morning feigning a story about a family emergency or some such nonsense and let him know you’ll need a week off to deal with it. Of course, we REALLY need that week to make sure you’re trained to be the best obedient boy you can be,” he continued, scooping up the cum from James’ lips with his index finger and sticking it into the stud’s mouth. “Clean!” he ordered.
“Buhaster (But master)!” he tried to mouth around the invading finger. “Ah aveaotuburkoooooo (I have a lot of work to do)!” James knew he couldn’t just disappear for a week – he was important! Besides, he was planning on using the time away from the crazy faggot to figure out how to get out of this mess.
Master pulled his finger out of James’ mouth and brutally slapped the boy twice on each side of his face. “Keep your fucking whore mouth shut until I tell you to speak! What is so hard to understand about that Jamie? Do you get it now? Do you UNDERSTAND???”
“Yes…yes master…” James sobbed.
“Good boy,” Master said as he wiped the sweat, cum, and saliva from his dick and balls onto the crotch of the briefs, pausing to dab them at his armpits before fitting them James’ head and ensuring the crotch lined up with his nose. He grabbed one of James’ ties and cinched it around his eyes, trapping the slave in darkness. “Lights out boy” he chuckled. “I’m turning in too. I want to fall asleep hearing you happily repeating your mantra. 100 times should do it, and I don’t want to hear your pathetic crying either. God help you if I have to come back in here to discipline you!” With that, Master walked off into the bedroom. “Begin!” James heard him yell as he settled down for the night into James’ soft bed.
“Motherfucking, cocksucking, piece of shit…” James seethed in silence, struggling to compose himself. He was so sore. Hehad at least hoped to be untied from the fucking chair! Instead, he had to spend another night strapped to it while the queer rolled around in HIS bed. He sighed, and started repeating his mantra as he wondered what fresh horrors the next day would bring.
“My name is Jamie! I’m a faggot whore slave! I do as my master tells me!”
“My name is Jamie! I’m a faggot whore slave! I do as my master tells me!”
“My name is Jamie! I’m a faggot whore slave! I do as my master tells me!”
“My name is Jamie! I’m a faggot whore slave! I do as my master tells me!”
“My name is Jamie! I’m a faggot whore slave! I do as my master tells me!”
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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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