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The End of James - 2
by Master Matt (mastermister123@gmail.com)

***

It involves a straight cash-master who treats gays 
terribly. One takes revenge on him and we see the fruits 
of that revenge. (MM, nc, rp, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal, 
tor, v, bd)

***

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

***

PART 2

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 also realized he was naked and 
lying on the soft hotel bed. "Fuckin' faggot drugged me! 
I'm gonna fuckin' 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 saw he 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 ha ha. 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 ME cuz I'm 
everything they're not!" James protested. "Chicks aren't 
low like fags. Sure, they want me to fuck them, but they 
ain't gonna pay for it – they ain't gonna shell out big 
bucks for my raggedy old underwear. Sure, I use you 
homos cuz it'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 and 
arranged 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 
his open mouth. A few minutes later, he was sawing his 
cock in 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 pushed 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!

END

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