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cigardadmasterdj · 3 years

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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 · 3 years

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"You worship my boots now, don't you, retard?"

"Yes, Master Harrison."

"Lick them. Lick the bottom of that boot for me, retard. Oh, Hell yeah! I can tell you whatever I want now. This is way better and way cooler than being your friend. I gotta admit, I'm really enjoying owning you, Shithead."

"Thank you, Master." Rodney kept his head down in deference, as instructed by the man who had brainwashed him for several weeks. The larger older man had taken Master Harrison in as his protege and together they captured his best friend and roommate, and kept him up for weeks worth of sleep deprivation, letting him collapse here and there, but plugging his brain so full of drugs that he was totally malleable to suggestion. Now he was a slave because he loved Master Harrison. He was convinced through hypnosis that it was originally done on a bet, but that he enjoyed being a slave so much that he could never THINK of going back to "normal life".

"Tell me again how you feel about your Master," Harrison told his new property.

"I think you're wonderful, Master. I'm so glad you own me now, Sir. And that you give me orders. I really like making you happy, Sir. Making you happy is why I'm here! Making you happy makes me happy, Sir!"

"Good boy, You fucking fag. You aren't a man, are you, Fuckface?

"No, Sir."

"What's your name now? What's your only real name?"

"My name is Fuckface, SIR." Rodney smiled. He had been trained to respond really well when Master called him names. It made his heart swell to get the honor of serving Master Harrison. A real man and a real alpha.

"Alright, Go get your buttplug and start practicing with it. I want you to work your way up to making room for my schlong. My dick is so much bigger than yours it ain't even funny, you got the tiniest dick I've EVER seen, boy!"

"Yes, Sir. It's very small compared with your dick, Master." Rodney agreed. He went and retrieved his 8 inch plug. He was massaging it in, just waiting for Master to take it out and replace it with his huge shaft. It had never occurred to Rodney that as a gay man, what he really needed was to be owned and branded like an animal, chained up in shackles and forced to serve his new benevolent owner.

It was good for Master to tell him how he wasn't a real man who could please a woman or even a man. His proper and only place was as a slave. Being a slave was good for him, and it gave Cameron/Fuckface clarity about his role in life.

"Now thank me for the pleasure of serving me today, slave!"

"Thank you, Master! It's a true gift to serve you! Sir!" The slave was overwhelmed with emotion. He never had to think for himself again. He'd work jobs and give the money to Master and not keep any for himself. He'd eat shitty tofu and lima bean meals, or just plain potatoes with no flavoring. Master told him he should be grateful to get that much. Potatoes were a lot of money, Master told him.

"Slave, do you love me?"

"Oh YES, Master! You're the best! You're the coolest guy in the whole world!"

"I know. I'm just making sure you remember. Now let's get you in the shower so you can drink my piss. Nothing like a gift from Master's tap, eh stupid?"

"Yes, SIR! You're the best, Master!"

Fuckface the slave was happy he had answered the ad for a roommate on some website or other. He couldn't remember which one or how he even had wound up coming here. It was all blurry. Master said to forget about his life BEFORE. It didn't matter. He nodded vigorously as he cleaned the floor with a toothbrush.

Everything was better now that he was serving MASTER, the brainwashed slave thought happily.

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 · 3 years

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“You’re going to do everything I tell you to do, Dipshit. You owe me a lot of money.”

“Look…” You utter, trying to summon the courage to speak to me. “I…I…t-t-tried to g-g-get the money.”

I laugh at you and your pathetic stutter. God, you’re so weak. I decide to mock you.

“I t-t-tried because I’m a f-f-fag,” I do my little impression of you and then laugh. “You owe me 10K, dummy. For your business that went under.”

“But…covid and…the shutdown.”

“Not my fucking problem, bitch. And you know what I do to people that let me down. I shoot them in the fuckin’ head. Now, you aren’t a problem yet. I like to work things out.”

“Thank you.” You breathe a sigh of relief.

“But you are gonna do everything I say from here on out. Like we talked about.”

“Isn’t there another way?”

“No, Fag. There isn’t another way. You’re a fuckin’ loser and I told you the terms before I gave you the money. I like weak little fags like you to suck me off and make me real comfortable.” I rub your body. It pleases me. You’re a sexy, but tiny little man. Perfect for me to boss around all the time.

“But what…how…?”

“You’ll move in with me. You’ll do everything I tell you to do and be my housefag. You’re going to be my fag wife, my bitch. I’ll tell people you’re my boyfriend and score some woke points. I’m going in for a conference meeting and you know they love us gay men now. All those dumb woke bitches are gonna be putty in my hand. I’m making so much money that 10K is like a drop in the fucking bucket. That isn’t what I ever wanted from you. I want you to be my cocksucker fag bitch. And honestly, your life is pathetic. What do you have going on? A failed business? You’re pathetic. You couldn’t manage to save your life. You let people walk all over you. BECAUSE YOU’RE WEAK, YOU DUMB FAG. ALL THOSE PEOPLE WALKED ALL OVER YOU. YOU’RE A FUCKING DOORMAT AND YOU KNOW IT. SO NOW YOU’RE GOING TO BE MY DOORMAT. AM I CLEAR, STUPID?”

“Y-y-yes, I will d-d-do what you w-w-want.”

“Try to learn English, dummy. You s-s-suck my d-d-dick because you’re a f-f-faggot.” I laugh some more at you. “I like bullying you. I like bullying anyone I can get away with bullying. It’s fun. It’s fun to see you squirm and accept the knowledge that you deserve to be treated like a piece of shit. Of course, I knew that you were submissive as soon as I met you. It wasn’t hard to convince you to take the loan from me. I’m so suave and you’re just a big pile of dog shit in comparison to me. Now, your promise. You promised to be my sex slave. Didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what, Dummy?” I smack you across the cheek, enough for it to smart. It’s a little harder than you expect, but I want you to get used to my touch, and fearing my displeasure. “ALWAYS reply with “Yes, SIR” or “Yes, MASTER!” you dumb sack of crap.”

“I’m sorry. I’m s-s-sorry, Sir. Master.” You look exhausted and we’re just getting started

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 · 3 years

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“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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cigardadmasterdj · 3 years

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"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.

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cigardadmasterdj · 3 years

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"Did you just contradict me?"

Uh oh.

"N-no, Sir. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Sir."

"Take off your pants, dumbshit."

You do so. You aren't a real employee here. You just impersonate one as per his request. You dress up in a suit and everyone knows you're his assistant. He has many assistants but you are his personal assistant. A glorified whore, really, that he can bring into his office.

"So," he continues. "My fag has an opinion about something. You don't like the way I talk to you, faggot loser? You don't like me saying that I'm going to fire half the staff? Hmm? It's my company, you DUMBSHIT!"

"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry, Sir. I'm sorry. I just felt so bad for them. For the people." You wince. This isn't going well. He blows cigar smoke in your face.

He hits you so hard on your ass you yelp.

"Take your clothes off. All of them." He locks the door. You do so. You are in an office full of professional men and women and you pretend to be one of them so that your "boss" who is really your Master can dehumanize you from the comfort of his own office. "Bow to me," he tells you. You do so, as you are completely under HIS control. "Who's a faggot loser? Is it you, faggot loser?"

"Yes, Sir. I am a faggot loser. Sir."

"Kiss my holy shoes, faggot loser." He tells you this like it's elementary, like you should have guessed that is what you should have been doing. It's so obvious that's where you belong, kissing the shoes and feet of another man, worshiping the ground he walks on.

"Stuff your suit into your mouth," he indicates, and gets a wooden paddle from his expensive desk. He comes over, blows cigar smoke in your face again. He smirks. Then the paddling begins. WHACK1 WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Seven is his lucky number. Your tears stain the suit. You realize you're lucky because you will always have a place underneath him. So many people struggle in this life trying to find their place, but you will never struggle to do so ever again.

You will never rise up. You will never take your place among normal men. You will get beaten when your Master wills it, and you will accept his orders as holy words given to you from above.

You are a slave now and forever, and you're lucky to be one.

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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