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[cigardadmasterdj]

His new Master, the ex con that got a job working as a driver, was making his new little tech fag sniff his hands after he stuck them up his own asshole."Smell that, faggot? That's from my ass. You're smelling my shit, you dumb motherfucker."

He smelled that he had a fag on his hands pretty soon after he started driving him around. It was easy enough for a superior man like Steve to find out. But now that things were settled and Steve laid down the law with his new fag, making him suck his dick like a pro while they were at work one morning had been the jolt of a lifetime for little geek Cameron.

His new Master liked to take time out to let the little fag know who was boss. His new "boss" often joked about whipping his new "little bro" into shape. He told people he was taking Cameron under his wing to show him the ropes of working out. This was in the hopes of humiliating Cameron when he didn't gain any muscle, and everyone would be drawn to the fact that he was a weak bitch and that Steve was a strong alpha male. All the women flirted with him. The handsome driver who people loved to linger with in the hallways. They looked forward to any time he came in the actual office. He often had women jumping to help him, a former victim of police brutality. That's what he told them, all the office women.

He told them the sad story of his undeserved incarceration, and how much he'd struggled just to survive. In fact, he had the mind of a criminal genius and he worked his way slowly into the good graces of the head of the company. He started to take the old man out, protectively started grooming the older man to become the "father he never had". He was fucking the old man in secret, A gay man that had never come out. Not a fag like Cameron was. Cameron was going to be a secret slave for life.

After a few months,Steve was placed in the sales division as an assistant manager. He trained very hard, so much so he didn't have time to get laid, so he used his fag at work whenever he wanted. He would order Cameron in the bathroom and then the cum would always flow out of his mouth, and he was always afraid of getting cumstains all over his suit.

Cameron was a simple programmer and there were hundreds just like him. But Steve was popular and knew how to talk to the bigwigs. He could finesse these men just by sheer perseverance and a simple understanding of the overall products. It was that same genius mind that had allowed him to get into money laundering schemes. But, with his criminal past behind him, and a lot of liberal colleagues who believed his lies about being a victim, he shot to the top. They made him head of sales and within five years he made vice president of the company.

He forced Cameron to quit, and paid him to become his limo driver and chauffeur. Cameron now drove his rich god of a boss to work every morning, calling him Sir and speaking deferentially to Him. Steve became a business mogul and he fucked his new slave so hard that Cameron lost any shred of dignity or the laughable delusion that he would ever top again. Steve had become beyond arrogant when they were alone. He oozed confidence and would spit in Cameron's face at random if he was ever displeased.

And that was just the beginning.

 MY NAME IS MASTER DJ. I AM A CASHMASTER, AND I HAVE ENSLAVED HUNDREDS OF MEN OVER THE YEARS. THEY ALL BOW TO ME. THEY WORSHIP ME. THEY CRAVE ME. THEY LOVE ME. I DESERVE IT ALL.

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[cigardadmasterdj]

“Hey! Who let the fag in here? HA! Just kidding, dumbass. Hey! Who said you could sit down!”

I go from amicable to furious in about a second. You are dumbfounded, because you’re just a fag. That’s all you’ll ever be to me. You disgust me, you can tell.

“God, dumbass! Get on the floor so you’re looking up at me, for fuck’s sake! You aren’t fit to sit with me like a man!”

You get down on your knees.

“Now then. Let’s get reacquainted. I’ve been pleased with our interactions online. I think I’m ready to call you my property. But you’re going to have to work very hard. Now, my mansion requires a lot of upkeep, Stupid. Being my slave means you’re going to work like a Victorian bitch servant. That means getting up at the crack of dawn to make my breakfast from scratch, serving me breakfast in bed, making my bed when I’m done, and you’ll hold my clothes out for me like a Victorian valet. Every second of every day, you are going to please me and cater to my every whim. Now, I conduct business from my mansion because why wouldn’t I? It’s a fucking mansion. I’m rich. I can do whatever I want. I buy and sell people like you all the time, Faggot. Now come over here and kiss my feet, you stupid fuck.”

“Yes, Master,” you say weakly. And you’re kissing my feet. I smile and take a draw off my cigar.

“You’re so fucking weak!” I yell. “You’re such a piece of SHIT! Say you’re a piece of shit!”

“I’m a piece of shit, Master.” You respond well. I’m pleased.

“Now, I have a full weekly schedule for house maintenance that tells you when to do what. I have one other slave who helps run the premises and he will tell you all about your duties if you don’t understand anything. Let’s see, you’ll be mowing lawns, doing laundry, feeding the dogs. Oh and uh…if you displease me, you’ll sleep with the dogs on a fuckin’ blanket. You fucking mongrel bitch. Say you’re my dog.”

“I’m your dog, Master.” You say it gratefully. I’m pleased.

“You. Are. My. Dog. Now act like a dog. Sniff around the floor like the mutt you are, you simple fucking dog.”

You do so. You are acting like a puppy, whining and sniffing around.

“You will always eat on the floor like a dog. You will not eat with your hands, only your mouth. Am I clear, numnuts? I don’t want you thinkin’ you’re human anymore. You’re not on my level. You are a FILTHY MONGREL. You are SUB HUMAN. Do you understand, dumdum? You may speak, Fido.”

“Yes, Sir.” You nod. “Is…Fido my new name, Sir?”

“Your new name is Dumbshit Fag. Now. I have a humidor. I’m going to show you where that is. I want you to know because if I ever want a cigar, you are to fetch it for me. I’ll tell you which one I want and you will memorize the sequences and types of cigars I have.”

I lead you to my own personal humidor room. It’s large enough to be a cigar store. I entertain cigar parties as often as I can, with likeminded men such as myself.

I show you to the basement, where you and my other slave will sleep. On plain mats on the floor, with only a threadbare blanket. When winter comes, I’ll allow you a little more warmth but right now I want you butt naked around the house. I have you turn over your clothes. I introduce you to my first slave, who is slightly jealous that you’re here. I’ve given him permission to smack you if you do anything wrong, but if I feel he has misjudged the severity of the infraction, I will punish him. You see how that works? You’re both my fucking slaves. You are both my bitches forever.

“Now. You have some gardening to do. I’ll allow you gloves but not shoes. You are to walk around on the grounds in the nude. We’re fairly isolated and the property is large. Our nearest neighbors are in town, a posh little area that caters to the superrich. It’s one of those towns just tucked away for people that can afford a luxurious home in a tranquil, beautiful wilderness environment stocked with all the supplies and opportunities for outdoor fun you could imagine.

“Not that you’ll be having fun,” I tell you coldly. “But I will, dummy. I’ll have fun breaking you, hypnotizing you, brainwashing you for the next few weeks to be absolutely loyal to me, waterboarding you. Electroshock therapy to make it so that you’re terrified of displeasing me.

And there’s nowhere for you to go now. Nowhere. I chose you because you have nowhere else to go.

You’re mine. And I’ve chosen well. Welcome to the rest of your life, you stupid CUNT. Now uh…let’s get started. Wear this. Yeah, it’s a gag, so I don’t have to hear your screams.

Trying to run away? Fuck no, faggot!”

I slap you and punch you and gag you. I hold you down, and you’re such a fucking wimp that it ain’t that hard. I scream at you.

 MY NAME IS MASTER DJ. I AM A CASHMASTER, AND I HAVE ENSLAVED HUNDREDS OF MEN OVER THE YEARS. THEY ALL BOW TO ME. THEY WORSHIP ME. THEY CRAVE ME. THEY LOVE ME. I DESERVE IT ALL.

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I KNOW ALL. I SEE ALL. I SEE INSIDE YOUR FAGGOT SOUL.

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ALL FAGS LOVE ME. ALL FAGS WORSHIP ME. ALL FAGS CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF ME. YOU CRAVING SOME ORDERS, YOU LOWLY MAGGOT? HUH? COME MESSAGE ME ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO SERVE. MASTER DJ IS HERE, AND I’M BETTER THAN YOU IN EVERY WAY.

[cigardadmasterdj]

"Do I look like a little boy....ROB?"

Cass had called Rob by his first name. Before he had always been known to his son's friends as "Mr. Gill" or "Mr. G".

"Look. I uhhhh. Yes. You. You are...quite a big boy now," Rob replied. He was almost unable to think.

"No, I'm a big MAN now, Rob. I know you can't stop checking out how big I've gotten. Check these babies out. I'm a fuckin' stud now. I'm a lot bigger and stronger than you now."

"Yeah...yeah you are." Rob checked to make sure his son was still playing video games downstairs.

"Want me to show you? Watch!" Cass moved quickly and he pinned Rob to the wall. "See? Try and move. You can't."

"Yes...you're very strong. Um, please let me go."

"No. You're supposed to try really hard to outpower me, Rob. Geez. Just try. For me."  There was a swagger to Cass' voice that Rob had never heard before. He hadn't seen the lad...er...man...it felt so weird to say that, in two years. And in just two years he'd grown to become a huge fucking BEAST beyond anything he thought possible for the delicate little boy who used to come over for his son's birthday parties.  

He tried. Cass' grip was like a vise.

"I..I I can't move."

"I'm way stronger than you now. You're like a boy compared with me now, huh, Rob?"

"I think you should call me Mr. Gill."

"And I think I should call you ROB. What do you think of my muscles, Robby?"

"I love them, Sir." Rob couldn't help himself. The pheromonal power this boy er...man now held over him was overpowering all his senses. The smell of the boy's pits and the closeup of his musculature was too much for him to bear.

"I knew it! You're a fag! Now don't get all upset, Robby. I think you and I are gonna be good friends. I like faggots and it's time I got one of my own. So here's what you're gonna do," Cass said, leaning in. "You're gonna take me to your bedroom and you're going to suck my dick, and then we're gonna go downstairs like nothin' happened."

"But...my son...Trev will notice we're gone."

"Then you better make it quick, huh faggot?" Cass whispered in his ear. Rob barely knew what was happening. He was suddenly in his own bedroom, looking at the perfect man...he was pathetic in comparison. Dumpy, middle aged and fat.

"I haven't done this in years." Rob let out a little puppy whine when Cass' floppy, large 8 inch cock danged in front of him, waiting to be sucked. A real man's cock and the boy he used to drive to little league games was now commanding him to suck him off.

"Do it fast," Cass warned him.

The amount of cum was unexpected. It was hotter, wetter, and more voluminous than he could dream of producing himself.

"Swallow it," Cass growled in between thrusts.

So he did. All of it. And there was more and more. He couldn't believe his stomach was filling up with the man juice of the neighbor boy who lived just down the street. He had really been out of the loop of things. And now everything had switched all at once.

"You're my fag now and you'll suck me off whenever I want. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Sir."

When they came downstairs, Trev was playing video games and totally engrossed. Little did he know his own father's stomach was filled with his best friend's semen, and Rob couldn't be happier about it.

 MY NAME IS MASTER DJ. I AM A CASHMASTER, AND I HAVE ENSLAVED HUNDREDS OF MEN OVER THE YEARS. THEY ALL BOW TO ME. THEY WORSHIP ME. THEY CRAVE ME. THEY LOVE ME. I DESERVE IT ALL.

LIKE MY BLOG, STORIES AND CAPTIONS?

THANK ME VIA AN AMAZON GIFTCARD.

https://www.amazon.com/gift-cards/b?node=2238192011 

Send it to:

[email protected]

I KNOW ALL. I SEE ALL. I SEE INSIDE YOUR FAGGOT SOUL.

https://www.amazon.com/gift-cards/b?node=2238192011

ALL FAGS LOVE ME. ALL FAGS WORSHIP ME. ALL FAGS CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF ME. YOU CRAVING SOME ORDERS, YOU LOWLY MAGGOT? HUH? COME MESSAGE ME ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO SERVE. MASTER DJ IS HERE, AND I’M BETTER THAN YOU IN EVERY WAY.