25 years old and already VP at his company, James Coburn had no need for money. He lived in a spacious loft downtown, drove a nice car, dressed in only the finest suits, and dined out every night in the fanciest restaurants, usually accompanied by whichever beautiful woman he happened to be fucking at the moment.

However, he spent a great deal of his spare time selling his used underwear, cum-filled condoms, and tantalizing photos to faggots around the world on his private website, an enterprise he had developed while in college when money had very much been a problem. His tall, toned, taut, and muscled frame, symmetrical face, strong legs, and fat 8” dick with ripe, low-hanging balls attracted a large following of cock-lusting fags online.Although already rich, James enjoyed the power of taking money from the faggots, imagining them beating their pathetic little dicks with their noses pressed in the crotch of his dirty, sweaty, piss-stained boxers or squeezing every last drop of his precious cum from the condoms he sent them, and into their hungry mouths.

     Of course, James never actually met these faggots. He had no desire to be anywhere near these sick losers. However, that changed one day when he received an email from a fag who had recently purchased a pair of his old boxers. James chuckled to himself as he read the message. The loser was addicted to James’ cum stains and ball sweat and begged for a chance to service his hefty dick in person. James was used to this and began typing up his standard reply of “fuck off faggot” when he noticed the guy was offering him $10,000 - just to be able to suck his dick!

     James stopped typing. True, he was rich enough already, but $10,000 was still hard to turn down. While he had never even considered letting another man ever touch his dick, he reasoned that this particular instance might be worth it. Besides, it wasn’t really gay, right? He’d get off and get paid for it. “I’ll just close my eyes and pretend it’s one of the sluts at the office,” he reasoned. He responded to the email, telling the homo he’d allow him to suck his dick but that was it.

     The fag quickly responded, thanking James for the privilege over and over. He was not local and planned to fly into the city the next week just for the chance to throat James’ amazing cock. He sent James his hotel information and they agreed on a meeting time. “Just make sure to bring the cash, faggot!” James warned him.

     One week passed and James arrived at the hotel. He knocked on the door and the fag opened it up, naked and kneeling on the floor. “Pathetic” James commented as he swaggered through the door, knocking the fag over. He noticed the boxers he had previously sold himlying on the bed, looking like new – they had been licked clean. “Jesus Christ,” James said, disgusted. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”

     “Yes Sir, I have. I love you Sir. I love your cock. I love everything about you Sir. I am so grateful…” the fag uttered before James cut him off.

     “Shut the fuck up, I’m not here to talk,” James said. “Is this my money?” he asked, pointing to an open briefcase stacked with twenty dollar bills.

     “Yes Sir! $10,000 and a $2,000 tip, Sir!” the fag exclaimed.

     James was satisfied. “Well, let’s get this over with,” he said, hauling his big dick and balls out through the zipper of his jeans.

     The fag’s mouth opened wide, salivating. He began crawling over to James’ dangling meat, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. He was right in front of his God now and started moving to engulf his dream cock with his lips.

“Stop!” James shouted, kicking the fag away and hefting his package back into his pants. “This is too fucking queer, I’m outta here,” he continued, grabbing the briefcase and heading to the door.

     “NO!” the fag shouted. “We had a deal! I flew out here for you! You can’t take my money and just leave!” he screamed, charging at James.

     James hauled the briefcase backed and slammed it into the fag’s head sending him sprawling to the floor where he remained, sobbing and clutching his damaged face. “Here,” James said, pulling a couple of twenties out of the case and throwing them down on the weeping mess. “Some guys whore themselves out on the corner a few blocks over, I’m sure one of them will let you swing on their dick for $40.” He opened the door and walked out into the hall. He looked back at the loser pounding his fists on the lush carpet and spit onto his red, tear-streakedface. “At least you got to look at my dick in person, bitch, that’s more than any other homo ever got. I’ll still let you buy my old boxers too!” he laughed, slamming the door behind him.

     James kept laughing all the way home. “$12,000 and I didn’t have to do a fucking thing!” he thought. “I could get used to this! Fuck, enough faggots like that and I won’t ever have to work again!”

     After that, James kept an eye out for fags who were willing to pay top dollar to sample his meat. He decided he’d be up front and tell them they could look at it, but no touching. He never heard from the hotel poof again, but lucked out a couple weeks later when he received an email from a fag who said he had been a long-time fan and wanted more than anything to suck James’ cock. James replied that he’d let him look at it for a while if he paid well, but that any touching was off-limits. The fag responded that he was willing to pay $20,000 if James would reconsider. James quickly agreed to meet that Friday at another hotel.

Friday came and James strolled over to the hotel. “Fucking faggots,” he sighed. “Guess I’ll have to beat the cash out of this moron too!”

     He made his way to the hotel room and noticed the door was slightly ajar. He opened it to find an older man in a business suit sitting on the bed, staring at him.

     “What the fuck faggot! Get on your knees and show some respect!” James exclaimed as he walked into the room. He saw a briefcase on a table opposite the bed. “Wait,” he continued, sauntering across the room. “Gotta make sure all my money is here first.” He popped open the case and was hit in the face by a cloud of white powder that had been spring-loaded into the container.

     “The…fuck…?” he muttered, before collapsing on the floor.

     “Fuck indeed,” the old man chuckled as he closed the door behind him.

This is my story and my property, so don’t go spreading it around and claiming it as your own. I’m a cashmaster and this story is inspired by another cashmaster who submitted to me and is now one of my fags (I still let him pose as a master to earn more $$$ for me though, so watch out who you fags submit to, haha). This chapter just sets the scene for future installments. Shit gets real for James after this. Donations and gifts will speed up the chapter releases. You can email me at mastermister123@gmail.com

Part  2 - The End of James

This is my story and my property, so don’t go spreading it around and claiming it as your own. I’m a cashmaster and this story is inspired by another cashmaster who submitted to me and is now one of my fags (I still let him pose as a master to earn more $$$ for me though, so watch out who you fags submit to, haha). Donations and gifts will speed up the chapter releases. You can email me at mastermister123@gmail.com

     James came to a couple hours later, disoriented and confused. He slowly opened his eyes and saw he was still in the hotel room. He alsorealized he was naked and lying on the soft hotel bed. “Fuckin’ faggot drugged me! I’m gonnafuckin’ murder that old fairy!” he thought as he struggled to get up and off the bed.

     James would not be getting up, however. He soon understood he was splayed out on the bed on his back, his wrists and ankles tied to the four bedposts toward the bottom of the bed, placing his gym-toned body on display. Further coming out of his haze he noticed his ass felt wet and sore. And his mouth felt dirty. Rolling his tongue around he felt something…was it…hair? He cast his eyes down towards his mouth and sawhe was gagged. A pair of boxers had been shoved in his mouth, a few strips of duct tape wrapped around his head to keep them in place.
He recognized those boxers. He had sent them to a fag a week earlier. The fag had been willing to pay top dollar provided he shot a week’s worth of cum into them before mailing them out. He remembered how horny he had been that week, still high on power after nabbing $12,000 from the desperate cocksucker a week earlier. He had fired off load after load of his thick, creamy spunk into the underwear and had laughed as he packaged them up, thinking looked like someone had starched his boxers. Now those stained, cum-plastered shorts were lodged in his mouth. He could feel the old goo draining down his throat and coating his tongue as his saliva broke up the caked-on mess.

     It was then that James heard a tapping sound coming from the corner of the room. He looked to his left and saw the old fag who had been in the hotel room. He was sitting at a computer desk, typing away at a laptop.

“MMMMMMPH! MMMMMPH! MMMMMMM!” James yelled into his gag, trying to voice his anger at the faggot.

     The old fag just ignored him and continued tapping away at his keyboard.

     James was thrashing around on the bed now, trying to break his bonds. “MMMMMMMMMMPH!” he continued as he bounced up and down.

     The old fag sighed and got up from his chair. He walked over to the end of the bed and stared menacingly into James’ eyes as he reached for the stud’s exposed balls, nudging his fat, limp cock out of the way. He closed a big hand around them and squeezed. “Be a good boy and be quiet James,” he said, grinning at his prey.

     James’ eyes bore into the old fag as he felt the pain start to grow in his nuts. He stopped thrashing about and lay still on the bed, whimpering into his gag.

     “That’s my good boy,” the fag cooed. “Now, you just relax and think about why you’re here while I do some more work,” he said, releasing his grip on James’ balls and sitting back down at his desk.

     James squirmed on the bed as the pain in his balls dulled. “Think about why I’m here…” he wondered. “What the hell does this sick fuck want from me???”

     The old fag continued playing on his computer for another hour before standing up and walking back over to James. James had a light sheen of sweat on his body, both from fear and from his failed attempts to silently work his muscles to break or wiggle free from his restraints. He had long since swallowed all the scum from his old boxers and felt sick to his stomach. Still, he defiantly met the old fag’s gaze as he towered above him.

     “Did you figure out why you’re here, boy?” the fag asked.

“Mmmmmph…” James muttered into his gag, rolling his eyes at the idiot cocksucker who expected him to answer with his mouth full.

     “Oh my!” the fag chuckled. “I guess we have to do something about that gag. I hope you’ve been enjoying your own flavors. As you know, a lot of guys pay handsomely just to taste what you’re packing down here,” he said, rubbing James’ soft cock as the bound stud tried to wriggle away beneath him.

     “Now,” he continued, brandishing a knife and lightly scraping it against James’ balls. “I’m going to take your gag out but if you scream or shout, I’m going to cut these nice big balls off and leave you here to bleed out on this hotel bed. Am I clear?”

     James nodded enthusiastically into his gag, truly terrified of this crazy homo.

     “Good boy, good boy,” he whispered, moving the knife up to James’ face and sawing through the duct tape. James spat out the soggy boxers, noticing several wiry greyish black hairs pop out with them.

     “What the fuck man!” James hissed. “You untie me and let me go RIGHT NOW!”

     “Hush boy!” the fag commanded. “You’ll speak to answer my questions and that’s it! Otherwise,” he continued, grabbing James nuts and giving them a firm squeeze, “I’ll hack off these bull balls of yours and shove them into your pretty mouth to shut you up! Got it?”

     “Ah!” James moaned as the hand clutched his tender nuts. “Yes! Got it!”

     “That’s my good boy,” the fag cheered, releasing his hold. “So I’ll ask you again. Why are you here?”

     “I don’t know. Cuz you’re a sick faggot?” James quipped.

     “No boy. And I’d suggest you take this a little more seriously and avoid antagonizing me,” the fag responded, glaring at his captive with menacing eyes.

     “Ugh. Fine,” James sighed. “I don’t know man. Maybe you saw my bod and got a crush or something. That’s cool, lots of fags are hot for me. But this isn’t right!”

     “My my, you really are full of yourself,” the old fag laughed. “But no. You are an attractive boy, but something else put you on my radar. Care to know what it is?”

     “Whatever gets me out of here man,” James said.

     “Well then,” the fag continued. “Do you remember a couple weeks ago? I believe a gentleman paid you quite handsomely to suck your nice cock but you took his money without following through, knocked him to the ground like dirt, and left him crying in his hotel room. Does that sound familiar?”

     “Yes…” James gulped, remembering how he planned to do the same thing to this faggot. “But he got to see my dick man! I met him in person but it was just too gay so I bolted…”

     “Silence!” the fag said, cutting him off. “Well I’VE been looking at your dick for quite some time now. Does that mean I owe you $12,000 as well?”

     “Well…it was gonna be $20,000…” James spat. “Look man, just untie me, give me the cash and I’ll forget this ever happened!”

“Ha haha. Wonderful!” the old fag exclaimed. “You really do have balls, kid. I’m afraid you don’t seem to realize your position though. Anyway,” he continued, “I can only assume you planned to treat me with the same lack of respect, no?”

     “No…” James said unconvincingly, looking away and breaking eye contact for the first time.

     “Tsk tsk,” the fag chided. “No one likes a liar, boy.”

     “But I’m not…” James started to say.

     “Enough,” the fag said. “The gentleman you treated so poorly is a dear friend of mine and in case you can’t tell, I don’t like people who mistreat my friends.”

     “Look man, I’m sorry,” James said. “I’ll give the fag… I mean…your friend his money back, ok?”

     “I’m afraid it’s a little late for that boy,” the fag laughed. “Make no mistake, you WILL make it up to my friend. However, you attempted to disrespect me as well and I’m afraid you’ll learn that was a BIG no no.”

     “Fuck man, what do you WANT from me?” James asked. “I’ve got $20,000. I’LL pay YOU! Just let me go!”

     “Not that easy kid,” the old fag said. “Like I said, you’re on my radar now. You see, I like to train arrogant jock boys like yourself. I like to take that arrogance and turn it into obedience and show boys like you their proper place in the world.”

     “What? My…place…?” James muttered.

     “That place,” the fag continued, ignoring James’ interruption, “varies from boy to boy. Sometimes it can take quite some time to determine how a bad boy can atone for his arrogance. But with you, we really lucked out! You’ve already set yourself on the right path – you just need a firm hand to guide you along.”

“What the fuck are you rambling about man? What path?” James asked. “I don’t give a shit about your paths and guidance. Really man, you sound like a fuckin’ psycho!”

     The fag ignored the remark and continued. “What path? Why, the path of a faggot whore my silly boy. What else?”

“WHAT?” James shouted, trying the yank his arms up from the corners of the bed, nearly succeeding as one of the hard wooden posts cracked beneath him in response. “I ain’t no whore and I ain’t no FAG asshole! Who the FUCK do you think you…”

     The old fag, concerned that the strong jock may actually be able to break free from his bonds, hauled his fist back and slammed it into James’ exposed balls. The result was immediate as James ended his struggling and bent inwards on the bed, gasping for air and whimpering like an injured beast.

     “I’d suggest you settle down boy or I’ll have to drug you again,” the man warned him. “Now, of course you’re a whore. You sell your body like any whore. You sell your fluids, you came over here with the intention of letting me suck your dick, did you not? And I’m certainly not a woman – I doubt any of your “clients” are women. They are men. All MEN. Sounds like a fag to me.”

     James was still recovering from the assault on his nuts. “But…” he wheezed, “wasn’t…gonna let…ugh…you suck…Don’t do…queer shit…Not…a whore”

     “Well boy, it’s good to hear you finally admit you planned to rob me as well. Of course, I knew that,” the fag smiled. “You ARE still a whore though. Selling your body, your pictures, your smells and your cum – it’s the same thing. Can you be a good boy for me and admit that you’re a whore?”

     James kept his mouth shut and glared at the old man. FUCK! He hated this faggot!

“James…” the fag said, rolling the stud’s balls around in his hand. “Bad boys get punished. Let me hear you admit it. Or have you decided to be bad?” he continued, applying slight pressure to the sweaty orbs in his grasp.

      James stared at the old man with sad eyes. He stared back, not a hit of compassion or pity to be seen in his gaze. As James felt the pain begin to radiate in his balls, he knew he had no choice. “I’m…a whore…” he said quietly, looking away from his captor.

     “That’s a good boy. A good whore! Now again!” the old fag commanded.

     “I’m a whore…” James said, still looking away, trying to avoid looking into the eye of the man who was humiliating him so.

     “Keep going whore. I’ll tell you when to stop!” the old fag cheered.

     On and on James continued his mantra, “I’m a whore, I’m a whore, I’m a whore…” Ten minutes passed until the old man finally stopped him.

     “Ok, my boy. But what kind of whore are you?” the fag queried. “You agree that you’re a faggot whore, yes?”

     “NO!” James responded. “You’re the only queer around here!”

     “Oh yes James, I am quite gay,” the old fag chuckled. “But I’m disappointed…I thought I had already explained this to you. You agree you’re a whore. You only sell yourself to men, so that MUST make you a faggot whore.”

     “Faggots are pussyboys who admire and worship MEcuz I‘m everything they’re not!” James protested. “Chicks aren’t low like fags. Sure, they want me to fuck them, but they ain’tgonna pay for it – they ain’tgonna shell out big bucks for my raggedy old underwear. Sure, I use you homos cuzit’s fun but I’m not one of you. I’m not some cocksucker!”

     “You sure about that boy?” the old man asked. He reached forward and pulled a greyish black hair off the top of James’ lips. “Sorry about that, I shed these things like crazy. I’m afraid several of them must have come off in that pretty mouth of yours too. Can you taste them?”

     “Uh…what…yeah, I’ve been spitting out hairs this whole time,” James said, confused. “So what?”

     “So…this!” the fag said, unzipping his fly. His cock popped out of the hole, surrounded by a thick bush of greyish black pubes. “When I fucked your whore mouth earlier, some of my boys stuck around afterward.

     “My…mouth…? You put…you put your dick in…my mouth???” James asked with disbelief.

     “Well, for starters…” the old man said, moving his hand up under the shocked jock and running a finger down the crack in his ass. “Of course, I HAD to finish up in your sweet whore cunt!” he laughed, showing his cum-slicked finger to James before wiping it clean on his naked abs.

     James was horrified. Was that what he was tasting all this time? Cock??? And was that why his ass was so sore and wet??? He couldn’t believe it – this faggot was just playing with him! “You’re full of shit man!” James shouted. “You’re just trying to fuck with me!”

     “I thought you’d say that boy,” the old man said, retrieving his laptop from the desk and setting it down upon James’ chest. He angled the monitor so the helpless stud could easily see. “Watch this!” he continued, pressing “play” on his media player.

     James stared at the laptop, transfixed by what he saw. He watched as the fag stripped off his clothes andarranged him on the bed with his head hanging off the side. Then he saw the fag scurry over to his head and smile at the camera as he dipped his balls in and out of hisopen mouth. A few minutes later, he was sawing his cockin and out of the new dickhole, leaning over to play with his prey’s cock and soon bringing it to a full and dripping erection.This continued for a few more minutes, then the fag would rearrange him, shove his dick and/or balls into James’ mouth briefly, then move him around again. On and on this went until James had witnessed his own throat rape from every possible angle.
     Eventually the fag positioned James on his knees atop the bed and drooped him forward so his head and shoulders sank into the mattress while his ass rose up into the air. Unceremoniously, the fag got behind him and plunged full speed into his hole. James imagined he would have screamed like a bitch if he had been awake for the invasion. Instead he stared at his own sleepy face in the video as he was silently fucked at full speed, his limp body moving back and forth to the rhythm across the bed.

“MOTHERFUCKER! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” James yelled, knocking the laptop off his chest as he mustered all his strength to try to break free. A sharp cracking sound was heard from the bed as James’ right arm flew up into the air, apparently successful in freeing the rope from the bedpost. He immediately twisted over and began chewing on the knots in the rope on his left hand while trying to pull it free with his right.

     The fag quickly darted over to the desk and grabbed a syringe from the drawer. He wasted no time in plunging it into James’ meaty thigh and emptying the contents. James had just succeeded in freeing his left arm and lunged for the old fag. His legs were still tied however, and he comically tumbled off the bed. His legs remained stretched up to the bedposts as he crumpled into the carpet below. He could be heard muttering “fuckin’…faggot…gonna…killlll…youuuuuuuu…” as he dozed off.

     The old fag breathed a sigh of relief as he recovered from the excitement. This boy was certainly a fighter. And this was just the beginning! He wondered how James would react when he woke up and learned about his new life!

     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.

     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.