Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2023 20:30:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: Clay Bottom <clay.bottom@yahoo.com>
Subject: picked-up-a-hitcher-Chapter 25

Picked Up a Hitcher 25, Final Chapter


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Story:


Mark's "friends" had a plan to keep him sober and away from the bookies and
casinos.  The plan was to never leave Mark alone for even a minute.  Not a
classic 12-step program by a long shot, but Mark had already flunked out of
one of the best rehab hospital programs, so time for tough love (and sexual
slavery).  Mark had been given the opportunity to man up and get straight,
but maybe being a bitch for his "friends" was what he needed.


Mark spent the night after his intervention at my house.  I was Masters'
number one boy and Mark's keeper.  I wanted to put him in the guest
bedroom, but he stuck to me like glue.  I think even after everything that
had happened and everything he had done to me, he saw me as his friend, the
only "friend" who hadn't used, humiliated, and broken him.  Anyone reading
this would be right to think that this was my chance, my chance for the big
get even.  He would never be more vulnerable, body and mind.  I just
couldn't do it.  He was right, I was still his friend, even after he
enslaved me, used me, sold me, and treated me like someone he used to know,
I was still his friend.


I let him sleep in my bed with me.  I'm not allowed to wear clothes when at
home, so I was naked except for my chastity cage.  Mark was caged now of
course.  Slave boys have tits and cunts, and Masters say when and if they
ever are allowed a hard-on.  He spooned me and wrapped his legs and arms
around me.  There was no way we could have had more skin-to-skin contact.
Imagine being hugged from behind by a 6'3" teddy bear.  His chest fur was
wet with sweat and sticking to my skin.  He was my slave brother, but he
still smelled like a man.  I could feel his cock cage lodged between my ass
crack.  I felt his warm breath in my ear as he fell into an exhausted
sleep.  I had fantasized about something romantic and sweet like this so
many times, but not like this.  I awoke in a different position in the
morning, but Mark was still wrapped around me.  A boy could get used to
waking up like this.  If his cock wasn't caged and he wasn't a slave
brother, it would have been a dream come true.


Early the next day, the men brought all of Mark's possessions (all he was
allowed to keep) to my house.  His new Masters would not waste money on an
apartment, and he couldn't be trusted there anyway.  It was not that much
stuff really.  His ex-wife must have gotten everything.  Obviously, I was
getting a roommate, or maybe I was a jailer with only one inmate.
Babysitter?  Later that week, cameras were installed in my house.  The
cameras looked expensive, and the cost was added to Mark's debt.


The togetherness extended to work too.  He had not been fired but was back
on probation. He lost his office too.  Master Morgan moved him into my
office, so he would be monitored and kept out of trouble.  Master Morgan
took his phone and wallet, to remove temptation and prevent contact with
bad influences.  Mark was strangely OK with all this.  All he seemed to
care about was clinging to me.  I had to draw the line when he followed me
to the toilet; I wasn't going to share the stall with him when I took a
shit (unless Master ordered me to).


Naturally, Master Morgan gave Mark all his attention that had been going to
me.  Mark was the new toy and the problem child.  I was a good boy who
could be trusted to be alone, and that fucking sucked.  I missed being his
work-time fuck toy.  I missed the thrill I got when Master Morgan fucked my
face, fucked my ass, or buried my face with his ass.  Fuck I loved rimming
Master Morgan's ass, the smell, the taste, and making him moan better than
any other boy.  I wanted it.  Mark hated it, but he got it every day and
several times a day.  On the plus side, when Marks was being used and
trained by Master Morgan or another Master, I got some me time.


Master Morgan was not the only "friend" to use Mark's newly available
straight holes.  Max, Red, Vincent, and Doc all occasionally stopped by the
office or my house for blow jobs or slave pussy.  My house, my office, and
Mark's breath often smelled like cum.  Mark got the heaviest use at the
Friday night poker parties.  Mark was one of several slave boys, but he was
the only slave boy who had the body of an underwear model and the face of a
movie star.  Mark had frequently been an asshole to his friends for years.
He had not been kind to the slave boys either.  Paybacks are a bitch.  He
hated sucking cock and was visibly disgusted by cum in his mouth.  Dumb of
him to show it.  It made it so entertaining to make him swallow load after
load.  Master Ricky even made Mark suck me off.  "Mark, you are my
cumdump's cumdump.  Nastiest lowest slut here."  At least I got to cum.
Seeing Mark's handsome face stuffed with my squirting cock was a fantasy
come to life.  Still hard for me to believe it really happened.


Mark didn't get to cum that night, or any time during his first weeks of
sobriety and slavery.  He was too traumatized to think about getting off at
first, but hormones won't be denied forever.  Mark had hormones to spare.
I swear I could smell testosterone coming out of him when we were sweating
and working out.  On a Monday night, he awoke me with a scream.  His brain
wanted a wet dream, but his tortured, pinched, caged cock screamed NO!  I
got him calmed down easily, but the next night it happened again, and it
took longer to get his cock to calm down.  On Wednesday night, I had to put
a bag of frozen peas on his cock cage to kill his failed erection.  He
begged me to get it off him.  Like I had a key?  It was one of Master
Ricky's designs, no one could take that thing off him but a Master.  The
next day I helped him the only way I could, I begged Master Morgan for
help.  That got me a slap to the back of the head and this.


Master Morgan: "Do you really think I don't know everything that goes on at
the house you boys live in?  Really?  What did you think the cameras were
there for?  Don't answer that.  By the way, you look adorable leading big
bad Mark around like a lost puppy.  Making his little boos all better and
putting him back to sleep.  Why didn't you tell him the way Ricky lets you
cum?  Like the bitch you are getting the shit fucked out of you.  Tell him
how hard you milk the dicks that use you, so your soft dicklet can shoot in
its cage. That is the only way I will let Mark cum, and he has had multiple
opportunities at every poker night to work his cunt muscles like the rest
of you faggots."


Not the response or answer I was hoping for.


Me: "Master, please.  He is new and not a natural like the rest of us boys.
Please, I'm afraid he will damage himself.  Please, let him out of the cage
even if he can't touch it,"


That got me a harder slap to the back of the head and a warning look.


Master Morgan: "I'll be the judge of who is a natural faggot, and how much
he can take.  Not your concern.  Never bring this up again or question me,
or you will get my full attention.  Do you understand what that means?


Me: "Master, Yes Master"


Master Morgan: "Bring him to my home tonight at 7:00.  I'll give him three
hours out of his chastity device and all the cocks a pussy could want.  He
can cum all he wants hands-free.  If he fails to cum hands-free, he won't
get another chance for months."


Again, not what I was hoping for, but I had already pushed my luck as far
as I would.  Master Morgan's cruelty and punishments tend to be a slow burn
to agony with mental scaring.  What he is doing to Mark is proof of that,
and Mark is his "friend".  I'm not sure if I fear Master Ricky or Master
Morgan more, but they are both terrifying.


Mark was so excited when I told him the cage would come off for three
hours, I don't think he understood the rest of it.  I did my best to coach
him.  He had the worst case of blue balls I had ever seen, but he was
straight, so I was not at all sure he could cum just from getting fucked.


Me: "This may be your only chance for a long time.  90% of getting off is
in your head, not your junk or ass, so use your best spank-bank fantasies,
and tap any of your whore or queer fantasies no matter how deep down you
have to dig.  Make the dicks in you milk your prostate.  Relax, submit, and
open up for the cocks when they pound into you and clamp down like a vice
on the backstroke.  The dick heads will massage your prostate that way.
You need a long steady run of dicking, but too many guys cum right away.
You need to keep your hole full and fucked, so do what you have to do to
get another hard cock in you before your pussy cools down."


Mark: "I don't have a pussy like you.  I'm a man.  I don't have any queer
whore fantasies in my closet.  I only get fucked and suck to get myself out
of the mess I made of things, but I won't crave dick like you fags.  I've
fucked your whoring ass hundreds of times, and I know the tricks your cunt
does to make you cum.  "


I was only trying to help, and he sounded like his old homophobe self.  Why
am I nice to him when he treats me like dirt?  I didn't offer any more
advice but helped him prep for a gang bang.  He was perfectly clean and in
a tiny pink jock strap.  The cock cage showed prominently under the jock,
and he looked like a BDSM porn star when I delivered him to Master Morgan.


Only a photographer and Master Morgan were there in the beginning.  The
playroom had even more cameras and lights than usual.  The set-up was
unusual in another way too, there was a bowl of condoms by the sling and
several brown bottles of poppers.  Mark was posed in a sling when the
filming started.  First, his ankles and wrists were cuffed to the sling.
Then something completely new, Master Morgan interviewed Mark.  The Master
asked Mark ordinary questions at first.  How many times a week did he work
out?  How much can he bench press?  When did he start martial arts
training?  Has he won any tournaments?  What sports did he play in high
school and college?  Did he pledge a frat?  Mark sounded like a total
regular bro, but he looked like a cum-dump in a pink string jock and laying
in a sling.  Mark even sounded relaxed, till the questions got sexual.  Are
you straight?  When did you lose your virginity?  Was it to a woman?  How
many women have you fucked?  When was the last time you got a nut? Do you
like it when a woman puts a finger in your ass? Ever fuck a man?  Ever been
fucked by a man?  At this point, Mark starts explaining why he got fucked
by guys but totally was not his fault and he is totally straight.  He is
basically gay for pay.  Not really the whole truth.  Mark isn't gay for
pay, he is a fucking slave hole till a real man says he has paid up and is
"cured" of his addictions.  Mark got flustered and embarrassed trying to
explain why he was tied in a sling and going to get fucked, fucked so he
could cum.  Blue balls will make you do anything.


Master Morgan: "Several horny men will be here soon.  You don't know them
and I don't either. The men will wear masks to protect their privacy while
they use you for fuck meat till their balls are totally drained.  Since the
men are total strangers, they have to wear rubbers, ribbed rubbers for your
pleasure.  I'm about to let your big thick 10" cock out of its cage.  Show
the guys watching at home how hard your straight dick gets when you get
fucked."


Mark didn't react when he was told his fucking was being streamed live.
Master Morgan slid a red bandana over Mark's eyes just before Master Ricky
and the men came into the playroom.  Mark was surrounded by young Latin men
when Master Morgan cut off the pink jock and removed the chastity cage.


Master Ricky: "I found these guys in the Autozone parking lot on Jackson
Street.  Mark, the place you call Wetback Town.  The place contractors go
for day labor.  Fucking you is their job right now."


Mark didn't answer back.  All the men wore colored bandanas to disguise
their faces, like cowboys or bandits.  The guy that acted like the leader,
pushed his soft fat uncut cock into Mark's mouth, so Mark could suck him
hard.  The man looked to be mid-forties, with dark brown skin, hairy with a
bit of a beer gut.  The men looked and smelled like they had just come from
a roofing job.  Dirty sweat-soaked torn work clothes on hard bodies.  The
youngest didn't look to be old enough to work, but the rest were thin,
muscled, and in their twenties.  A fag like me could smell the testosterone
pouring off of them.  Mark was blindfolded, but the look on his face showed
he could smell and taste a day's worth of sweat, dried piss, and funk under
the man's foreskin.  He made a face, but his big 10 incher was hard while
he sucked.  The lead man did not use his mouth very long.  He was about 8"
hard.  He took a deep hit off a popper's bottle and rolled a rubber on.
The rubber was pre-lubed and that and spit wades were the lube he used to
pound into Mark's hole.  It obviously hurt and Mark made lots of grunts and
whimpers for the camera.


Master Ricky: "Chris, give your buddy a hit of poppers.  Help him open up
and enjoy the ride."


I must have looked shocked.


Master Ricky: "It's OK for him.  Poppers aren't drugs any more than coffee
or red bull.  Get him poppered up and work and chew on his tits too.  Touch
all of him except his cock."


That seemed like bullshit, but not mine to question.  Mark huffed deeply
every time I put the brown bottle to his nose.  I had him flying while his
almost dry hole was pounded.  Mark's cock could not have been harder or
pumped out more precum. It throbbed with every stroke.  Contrary to what I
had earlier told Mark, this guy did not cum fast.  He worked the hole for
about 20 minutes before pulling out and saying something to Master Ricky in
Spanish.


Master Ricky: "He said he fucking hates rubbers and can't cum with a trash
bag on his dick.  He says he and his men are going to go find a real bitch
to fuck and breed."


Master Morgan: "I totally understand.  Bare just feels natural and real.  I
only fuck skin-to-skin.  Mark, don't feel bad.  We will line up some other
men to pound the cum out of you in a couple of weeks.  There have to be
some men who want to use an anonymous cum dump and don't mind wearing a
balloon on their dick.  You'll get another chance in no more than a month
for sure.  But for now, time to ice your junk and get the cage back on.


Mark: "PLEASE! NO!  I got so close a couple of times.  Don't stop, please.
Fuck me!  Fuck me raw! Just fuck me! PLEASE!


Master Morgan: "That's what you want?  Want these strangers to raw-dog and
breed you?  Say it.  No, beg for it while you have a chance."


Mark: "Please bareback my ass.  Please I need you to fuck me raw.  Fuck me
however your want, just fuck me. Please, coat my guts with your sperm, and
make me cum.  I need to cum so bad and your raw cocks are the only way I
can cum.  Please, please fuck me raw."


The Lead-man understood enough of Mark's begging and ripped the rubber off
of his cock with enthusiasm.  Mark got another couple of spit wades on his
ass hole before the man sank his meat into Mark's warm tight welcoming
hole.  The guy got verbal.  I only understood a few words, puta, leche,
meco, verga, cono, and maricón.  Even I could tell the guy was
telling Mark he was going to cum in his faggot hole.  I could tell Mark
liked the guy's bare skin more than a ribbed condom, but his face still
showed pain until the man gave him what he needed, a big creamy load of
jizz.  The guy fucked his cum deep into Mark for a couple of minutes and
both of them loved it.


Once the Lead-man had taken what he wanted, the other 7 went after the fag
meat like wolves.  They fucked both his holes, and Mark's raging hard-on
said he loved it, I got pushed out of the way and the young men took over
torturing his tits and forcing him to hit poppers.  He fucking loved all of
it except how fast they shot their loads.  When his mouth wasn't full, he
pleaded for more cock to fuck him harder.  An uncut 9 inches of brown meat
was taking a second turn in Mark's sloppy wet ass when the geyser blew.
Mark screamed with a cock head in his mouth while his dick fired jets of
warm cream cheese thick jizz at his face.  Some went over his head, but
most stuck to his face.  Only the last gushes landed on his furry chest.  I
instinctively tried to get to him and lick him clean, but Master Ricky
stopped me.  The young men took care of the cum, rubbing their cocks in the
sticky mess and feeding it to him.  He had a minute or two of sanity after
the shot, so he was disgusted eating his own cum off dicks fresh out of his
ass.


He must have had a lot of unreleased sperm in his blue balls.  He stayed
hard.  A few more minutes of long dicking over his prostate had him back in
whore mode.  Masters Morgan and Ricky changed up the scene by moving Mark
out of the sling but cuffing his wrists loosely to his ankles.  They moved
him to a low bench with his face up and his legs spread wide and high.
Everybody had cum at least once, the men had staying power and time to
explore.  Mark came the second time with a Latin man's ass hole covering
his mouth and a beer can thick dick pounding his pussy.  He had cum twice
hands-free while getting fucked, so yea, he had a pussy by then.  The
action slowed but never stopped for 2 hours.


Master Morgan: "Hey Mark, You got off twice.  Best nuts of your life,
right?  The men are just about satisfied, and your cock's free time is
almost over.  Want to call it a night and go back in chastity, or try for
one more nut?  Your slave brother Chris cums every time he gets DPed (not
exactly true), want to get DPed and try for one more nut?"


He looked confused and conflicted.  I think he was still high on poppers
and adrenaline.


Mark: "I don't know.  I'm so sore, It hurt so bad when you and Master Ricky
DPed my virgin ass.  It'll hurt bad again?  You sure I'll cum again?"


Master Morgan: "I promise you'll cum, and it won't hurt that bad this time,
I promise."


They uncuffed Mark's wrists and ankles but installed a large o-ring gag in
his mouth.  The Lead Man lay on the leather bench and Mark squatted on the
man's thick brown cock just like a bitch.  The Lead Man looped his arms
over Mark's elbow to pin him down against his chest.  A spreader bar and
chain from the ceiling pulled up his legs and exposed his stuffed puffy
pussy lips.  The man that looked like a kid lined up his respectable 7"
cock with the cummy hole, and Mark started thrashing and trying to
communicate.  No one could understand his words, but I knew what he was
saying, NO! STOP! PLEASE NO!  The other men held Mark's legs to keep him
more or less still.  Mark's attempts at talking were slowed down by the
loogies and snot wades the guys dropped into his gagged open mouth.  I had
to cover his mouth with my hand to give him poppers hits, I got him as high
on poppers as I dared.  The moaning and screaming didn't help either.


It wasn't for demonstration or show like in some double penetration porn
pics and videos.  They really fucked him hard and deep with both cocks.
Their excitement was obvious, so I guess he was good and tight.  Mark never
went soft either, but his pleasure was extremely doubtful. The men mostly
came fast.  The next to the last man was fucking Mark when I was ordered to
jack his cock and edge him.  Mark looked at me like an insane man as I
edged his cock and the men double-reamed his pussy.  The last man was the
biggest, He was beer can thick and long too.  All the cum lube kept him
from ripping Mark's hole apart.  The pressure of the cock heads moving over
his prostate was too much.  I was ordered to drop his cock and back away.


Master Morgan: "Back away, Get out of the shot.  I want the camera to see
the ripped hairy straight man get the cum double fucked out of him.  Show
us, Mark.  Show us your fag-orgasm.  You fucking cum when men destroy your
ass."


Mark's third cum shot was still strong and big.  Some of his cum landed
inside his mouth and on the o-ring gag.  The anal spasms must have been
strong and tight too.  Both men bred his ass again while his cock was still
jerking out the last drops of his load.


That was a wrap.  The men got dressed and left.  Neither I nor Mark ever
saw their faces or knew their names.  We may never see them again.  The
only evidence that they were ever there is the cum dripping out of Mark's
swollen pussy lips.  Well, that is not entirely true.  There are recordings
made from several angles, but the cameras never saw their faces either.
Neither did the men who watched online.  Mark's face was recorded unmasked
and up close during the interview section when he said he was straight and
just gay-for-pay.


He was worn out and subdued when his legs were lowered and the bandana was
pulled off his face.  He meekly put the chastity cage on his limp dick when
ordered to, got on his knees, and opened wide when told to.  Master Morgan
dropped a small brown pill onto his tongue.


Master Morgan: "Since you decided to let a bunch of anonymous men raw dog
and bred you, you have to go on prep.  I'll give you some piss to wash it
down with since your a pig now.  Swallow.  Keep swallowing, I'm not done.
Good boy.  I'm going to enjoy watching you become an anonymous cumdump.  Go
to Doc tomorrow afternoon.  He will check your throat and ass hole for the
clap and other STDs.  If you're clean, me and your other "friends" will DP
you after the poker game tomorrow."


Mark got a clean bill of health, a shot of antibiotics, and a prescription
for prep.  Doc told him to come back for another clap check after every
time he was a random cum dump.  Mark told him there wouldn't be a next
time.  The rest of us slave brothers didn't get checked out by Doc often,
since we were mostly just shared only with the poker buddies.  I did find
out all the slaves were on prep too, even if we didn't know what we were
taking.


 Red was the big winner at the Friday night poker party and was in charge
of the after-game activities.  He wanted to watch the edited video of
Mark's gang bang.  The three hours were edited down to just 60 minutes of
the best parts.  Mark was silent and pale watching and hearing himself beg
for raw dick and cum.


Master Morgan: "Mark, look at how many guys have already viewed your video.
A huge number of likes too.  The video has only been available for a few
hours.  Thousands of men have paid to see you.  They didn't pay much, but
still, they paid to watch you beg for raw cock and cum.  You're a star."


Red decided to have a reenactment but with Mark in chastity.  The
blindfolded muscle slut didn't cum, but his cock was straining in its cage
when he was high on poppers and had two cocks fucking his red sore ass and
a third in his mouth.


Mark stayed in chastity and only got fucked by his "friends" for the next
ten days.  No poppers for him and no nutting either.  He had several
"friends" helping him out though, so he ate lots of hormone-rich cum, and
his prostate got massaged with hard dick every day.  Then he started waking
up in the night in agony again, a cock as big as his can't be stuffed into
a tiny cage forever without major pain.  He soldiered on through the pain
for several more days, but in the end, he begged Master Morgan for relief.
He knew the price.


His next gang bang was much like the first, but with different men using
him.  The guys fucking him seemed like random horny strangers off Beal
Street.  They spoke English and he understood every name and degrading
thing they said, but he came multiple times and came hard like the first
night.  He told me he wouldn't do it again even if his balls turned
literally blue.  He didn't even last three days before he begged Master
Morgan to whore him out again.  Master Ricky set up the next breeding party
for the cumdump.  This one was at the French Riviera Gym after closing
time.  He was blindfolded and used on various exercise equipment and in the
locker room.  I think some of the men were cops, even naked and masked,
they had the attitude and look.  The workout equipment and locker room
looked great on camera.  Mark looked and acted like a real locker room
slut.  A couple of days later Master Ricky set Mark up as a blindfolded
cumdump at an after-party for a Memphis Doll Killers concert.  I think Mark
got a contact high from drinking piss and cum from the stoned fans.  He was
definitely flying on poppers.  He came four times hands-free while the band
and their fans used him.  It seemed like it was getting easier and easier
for him to cum with only his pussy stimulated.  Did his ass hole get more
sensitive?  Maybe, or maybe he got off on the danger or degradation.  I
don't know.  He talked with me less and less and he was less clingy too.


He graduated to full cum whore status at the next Friday night poker party.
Master Morgan ordered me and the other regular slave brothers to edge and
torture Mark's hole and tits while the men played poker.  We descended on
Mark like Dracula's wives descended on Renfield in the old movie.  Our
hands and mouths work all of his pleasure spots, except his cock.  That was
locked in a cage.  He was in tortured ecstasy when we put a vibrator in his
pussy and a 2nd vibrator on his taint.  When his cock did try to get hard,
we shocked his cock head with a violet want.  Pleasure for his hole and
tits, pain for his dick.  Blue sparks keep his clit little and tame.


Vincent was the night's big winner, so he was Caligula for the rest of the
night.  No bid surprise what he wanted.  He wanted to see the hairy muscle
bottom fuck himself on every Man's dick.  He wasn't reluctant either.  He
sat on any dick he was told to and rode it like a nympho.  Me and the slave
brothers only got to suck a dick after Mark had ridden it.  Everyone there
knew he could take a double fuck, so Vincent wasn't satisfied with only one
cock in the bitch.  He had Mark fuck himself with a vibrator on full and
squat on his big dick.  DP himself with a big vibrator and Vincent's dick.
Rode the dick and fucked his ass with the massaging toy.  Looked hot as
hell.  I guess it felt hot as hell too.  Mark's cock was far from hard, but
he pumped out a load of jizz thick as paste.  His dick and cock cage was
covered in the fag juice.  He tried to stop and get off Vincent's cock.  No
way that was happening.  His face showed pleasure so intense it was
painful, but he had to keep fucking himself.  After Vincent had bred
him. The others expected the same service.  He could barely stand and his
last fag-gasm was nearly dry.


The Masters permitted him to cum as often as he wanted after his
performance that night.  He had embraced the program and his treatment
100%.  A good slave deserves his reward.  Mark had become a very boy good,
and his hole was magic.  His new freedom to cum came with restrictions.  He
could only cum when his guts were painted with sperm.  He could only cum
when his pussy was stretched around anon dick (or a Master's dick of
course).  He had to be blindfolded.  He must be on camera every time he
cums.


I was far from the favorite after that night.  Mark was every man's
favorite.  I didn't sulk.  I upped my game.  More time in the gym to put on
more muscle.  Kegel exercises to make my hole the best and tightest it
could be.  Pleasing Master Ricky and the others was all I thought about.  I
would be Master's number one boy again.


Mark had only one thing on his mind after that night too, cumming.  Cumming
meant obsessively hunting for random anonymous cock and cum.  He and I had
built a glory hole booth in my garage back when he was my Master and
whoring me (Chapter 20).  He was the warm wet holes servicing the glory
hole now, not me.  Most of the men just wanted a blow job, but he always
tried to get them to fuck him.  He begged and licked balls and ass to
convince them to fuck him, but most of the time they just shot their loads
down his throat.  He moved out of my room into the guest room.  He spent
hours head down and ass up with a vibrator.  He was on all the hookup apps.
Sometimes he got what he needed, the cum fucked out of him.  Most of the
time he did not get off, he just got fucked.  His failures only seemed to
make him want more.  When he did hit the jackpot and find a good
long-lasting dick that made him cum, he was a loud whore.  His whole body
would shake.  I can only imagine how his cunt muscles contracted and quaked
when he was pumping a thick load out of his soft caged cock.  I looked out
for him and watched on the monitors when he was getting used.  I planned to
call 911 if he found Mr. Goodbar or some other psycho.  Later I would edit
the videos to remove the dull parts and blur the Top's face, so the Masters
could sell the clips.


Mark's videos were popular and profitable.  Mark got lots of fan mail.  I
answered most of it.  Master Morgan helped Mark out too.  Once or twice a
week he set up parties for him.  A group of fans would pay for a private
meeting with the hairy muscle bottom star.  He always got the cum fucked
out of him on those nights and his pussy was always sore the next day.  He
went to work, went to the gym, came home, and whored himself half the
night.  The weekends were whoring 24 hours a day.  He was basically living
to get poppered up, fucked, and cum.  Not my problem, but I worried anyway.
This was the new normal for us for months.  Eventually, I was brave enough
to talk with Master Morgan about my worries, very respectfully.  I set up a
15-minute meeting near quitting time, marked "Personal".


Me: "Master Morgan, may I talk with you about Mark?  I want to understand
to serve better."


Master Morgan: "Yes. Is wrong with him?  Are you sure you want to
understand?"


Me: "Yes Master.  Master, he has an addictive personality."


Master Morgan: "Boy, did you figure that out all on your own?  What is your
point?"


Me: "Yes Master.  He never thinks about casinos, and he is sober, but you
made gay and him addicted to poppers, random anonymous dick, and cum."


I intended to say more, but Master Morgan stopped me.  He slapped my face
hard enough to leave a red hand print then, he squeezed my jaw hard and
pulled my face close to his.


Master Morgan: "Don't be stupid!  I can't make him gay.  You desperately
tried for years to be straight.  How did that work out, boy?  Mark does and
always will prefer women.  I didn't addict him to anything.  I showed him
possibilities and he made his choices.  He is a straight sex slave for his
friends because he chose to be.  He chose to be a poppers cum slut.  Yes,
it is degrading and dangerous, but he would be a toothless, homeless meth
head or murdered by Ja for bad loans if I had not shown him a way out.
Still an addict, he always will be addicted to something.  He has a hole in
his soul that has to be filled with something, and now he fills it with
strangers' cocks and loads.  Tell the truth, you like watching your big
strong straight buddy whore his ass.  A cum dump, no dick refused, and no
load rejected.  Say it, boy."


Me: "Yes Master, I like watching him spread his cheeks for a man he doesn't
know and cum with his guts painted with a stranger's sperm."


Master Morgan: "A lot of men pay to see that.  His debts are almost paid
and I have been paid back too, my pound of flesh.  Years ago, he insulted
me when I was using my boy.  Who is the faggot now?  His conservatorship
will be over soon.  He will be free, but he will still be a straight cum
junkie.  He could get help from a therapist to break his sex addiction, his
raw cock and cum addition, but he won't.  He is hooked too deep.  I think
he will hate himself even more when he is free again and uncaged, but he
still will open his ass to be used by men that he has no attraction to.  He
won't be able to stop.  If he is lucky, maybe he will find a kink woman
that he is attracted to that will peg him and share his ass and throat with
her lovers, but I doubt it.  Pegging won't be enough, he will need real raw
cocks and cum, one after another after another.  Never satisfied, always
needing another cock in his greedy ass.  Once a poppers cum slut, always a
poppers cum slut, his anal orgasms, his fag-gasms are just too good to
quit.


Me: "Yes Master, too good to quit even when it hurts so bad."


Master Morgan: "Chris you look heartbroken.  Don't be.  Sure your friend
was my target all along and not you.  Don't think of yourself as collateral
damage in my revenge, think of yourself as the co-start of the movie I
started making on the trip to Dallas.  You eased him into the lifestyle.
You were the first fag he ever let suck his dick, and he wanted more.  You
were the perfect slave for him and turned him into a faggot owner, a
Master.  A dream come true for you, or was it a nightmare?  A dream come
true for him too, but he had to fuck it up.  I counted on that.  My movie
was never a parody of the "Hitcher" horror movie.  It is a documentary
about my revenge.  Any man who calls me a faggot has to pay. (he seemed
insane coldly insane as he said this) Mark has paid with his freedom,
dignity, and his fuck holes.  The story of a straight homophobe's journey,
from totally straight to Alpha Top Master to cum junkie anal whore.  The
best part is he did it all to himself and he deserves everything he gets.
The way he treated you when he owned you proves it."


At this point, Master Morgan was stroking my face and hair, His voice was
more tender than it had been when he was talking about his revenge.


 Master Morgan: "Good boy, good slave.  Mark treated you like nothing, but
Rickey is very proud of you.  He cherishes you.  He has plans for you when
Mark is out of your life.  He will show you things and make you feel things
you can't imagine.  We are going to my playroom now.  Ricky will meet us
there.  You said our dicks in your hole are `too good to quit even when it
hurts so bad.'  We'll test that out tonight and many nights to come."

Author's note:


This is the final chapter of this story.  Morgan has completed his long
plan of revenge.  Chris is in the place he always belonged.  Master Rickey
has a new number-one boy and a new favorite slave.  Mark will be free soon,
will he break his addictions or be a cum addicted whore for life?  Time
will tell.  I plan to move on to a new story, but if another writer wants
to pick up on Mark's further adventures and write new chapters, that's
great.


I live in Memphis. I love hearing from my readers and especially love to
hear from readers in the greater Memphis area.  Thanks to all the readers
who have given me story ideas.  Your ideas made Chris's story much more
exciting.  If you are ever in the Memphis area, hit me up and maybe we can
have a beer and talk story ideas.  The links below are to some of my other
stories.


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/dominated-by-boss-son/


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/memphis-master/


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/pussyboy-used-by-father-and-son


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/daddy-faggot-slave/


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/enslave-boss-after-the-apocalypse/