My Cashfag

At this point it was an irrefutable fact that Tom was my slave. His life surrounded me in complete devotion, I was his God and he was just a pathetic little fag that did nothing but please me. After his messing divorce I installed myself in his bedroom, leaving him to either sleep outside on the patio or if I was in a good mood at the foot of the bed.

Today was like most days, Tom got up at 5 and began to prepare my breakfast. He knew exactly what I had and if it was in the least bit imperfect, I would get angry. He walked into what was now my room and looked at me as if too ask permission to speak. I nodded at him.

"Here's your breakfast, Sir." He said as he shakily placed the tray on my bed, his naked body already showing signs of arousal.

"Did I tell you, you could get hard, fag?" I sternly said while piercing him with my stare.

"I'm- I'm sorry, Sir..." He whispered while bowing his head. "Serving a man like you, gets me this way."

I smirked, such a pathetic boy, I guess there was nothing he could do about that, it's absolutely impossible for someone's body to ignore someone like me. As I began sipping the protein shake he made for me, I realized it was too warm, he could never get anything right. I spit the contents of my mouth all over him and threw the shake at him.

"You fucking idiot... how many times do I have to tell you I like these ice cold?" I barked at his fragile frame.

He began turning red as he always did. "I'm sorry, It's my fault." He said as he scurried to pick everything up from the floor.

"It is, now go make everything again, I'm sure the rest of the food is trash as well." I said. "By the way, I was in a good mood today, I was even going to reward you for being a good boy, but it seems like you're just a fuck up fag, aren't you?" I said while throwing the rest of my breakfast on the floor. "You deserve punishment for this, I want you in the garage at 5 pm, naked." I instructed carefully.

"Sir... I get out of work at 8 today." He whimpered.

"Well then I guess you're going to work something out, huh?"

He nodded and picked everything up, leaving for the kitchen to uselessly try to repair the meal he had just ruined for his Master.

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Tom's POV

I got to work seconds before it being late for me again. Everything at work had gotten bad, I hadn't been demoted or fired yet, but I was sure I was on the brink of it. I tried to adjust my tie one more time before entering my office, knowing I still looked like a filthy mess, because yet again I didn't have time shower. I rubbed my temples trying to think of a way to get out of work before 5. I've done the kid excuse way too many times and I simply can't get a horrible flu every week, can I?

As I was letting in a deep breath of air my assistant knocked on my door. She smiled at me the way she always did when I looked like a useless little fag, which I guess I always did.

"Hey Tom, someone left you this package." She brightly said while she casually shook the white box in her hand. "I'll leave this here" She said setting it down on my desk.

"Oh and don't forget you have your meeting at three today, from what I heard, it's going to be a long one." She said while giving a sly nod.

I nodded back "Thank you Kathy" I said blankly and immediately went for the box.

As I lifted the top something black and shiny reflected the fluorescent lights of the office. I pick it up and soon realize what it was. A rubbery leather black mask, that covered the whole face. A price tag was attached to the mask read "$500". I soon remembered that most of my office walls were covered in windows, so I threw the mask into my desk drawer and opened the envelop that came with the mask.

* I decided that I want you here at 4:30, Wear this mask.
 It was pretty expensive but when you consider that it'll give me a good time for an hour, it's worth the money, right? *

I felt a tent emerge in my pants and felt sweat start to drip from the back of my neck, the sheer thought of being on my knees with that mask, naked in my garage made the blood in my body rush through me in excitement. How was I supposed to get out a half an hour earlier? It had to be a solid excuse if anyone was to believe me. And so the last fearful thought in my mind emerged and I decided I had to do it. I opened Google Chrome and searched up ways to make myself sick, at least for a few hours. After about five minutes of searching I found a what was said to be a quick vomit inducing juice. So I post-maided all the ingredients and prepared it myself.

I looked down at the dubious drink that was in the cup in front of me, I looked at in disgust thinking of all the gross things that were in there. I pinched my nose and drank the whole thing, the disgusting flavor going down my throat only made the little bulge in my pants grow. I was disgusting and useless, I deserved to drink nothing but disgusting things such as this. I swallowed the last bit of it and immediately felt my stomach twist. I sat down and tried to hold it as long as I could. I looked down at my watch, it was only 1:30.

"Fuck..." I uttered through my breath, I was actually planning on getting some work done, but I was too excited to wait. I finally decided that the nauseating sensation was too much for me and I ran immediately to the bathroom, only to puke all the contents of the juice on the front carpet.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!" The receptionist yelled in disgust.

Kathy rushed over to me and asked the same question, I answered with a small nod. "You look completely pale, I think you'll need to go home, I'll try my best to reschedule the meeting." I weakly nodded and she helped me pick myself up. I tried my best to hold in my smile as I left the building, with the best excuse ever.

I got to the bus stop and waited for mine to get here. I was excited to finally shower for my master. Phil was just the most amazing man ever, he was the only person who made me feel the way I deserved to feel, which was like a worthless little fag that's only duty is to serve their master.

After showering and cleaning myself up I positioned myself in the garage, just like he wanted me to be. I zipped the mask up, noticing that there really was no way to get it off myself. I shut my eyes in anticipation, my boner already hard, just the anticipation was killing me, waiting for him to show up made everything all the better. I knew that my time was nothing to my master, my time is meaningless, and he reminds me every time he makes me wait, sometimes for hours...

Finally, after what seemed like an hour of waiting, I heard someone step into the garage. "Oh you managed to do this right." Phil barked. "Did you see the price on the mask? Such a small price to pay to have your master treat you like this" I felt my mind rush to the payments I had to make that month, but I was interrupted by his strong voice.

"That mask makes you look rather useless, don't you think, not even a 500 dollar mask can make you look better?" I nodded as I got even harder, every time he mentioned that number I felt myself throb in arousal. "What are we going to do, do you want me to touch you?" He asked almost in a whisper. Everything about his voice made me melt, I could never get enough, he was perfect, so I nodded again.

"Oh you do want me to touch you?" He paused. "I don't know, I'm kind of getting tired of you're little fag body." He yelled. I moaned in response. "I don't think you deserve to get touched today, even if you did do everything right today." I felt him walking around me in circles. "I guess you do deserved... something."

I felt Phil walk away and slowly come back, setting something next to me. "Look at you, all hard for your master, you're useless, you could never resist me, could you?" I shook my head and felt a sudden pinch at my nipple. I flinched at the pain and felt another metal clip pinch at my other. I bite my lip in both pleasure and pain.

"So what we're going to do is, I'm going to turn on this shock machine and you'll get a small, then medium, then large amount of voltage to your nipples." I could hear his smile through his voice. "I don't really feel like waiting all night for you to get to the highest voltage, so you're going to stay here until sunrise, only thinking of me." He laughed, mockingly petting my head, but to me it was like heaven.

I heard a click and suddenly my nipples were on fire, receiving what seemed to be already high voltage levels. I moaned and cried quietly under my breath. My dick was harder than ever. I heard foot steps walk away from me and then a sudden close at the door and that's when I knew I was in for a long night.

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