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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!
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