Pig

Sam responded with a flurry of emojis, the most hurtful being the throwing-up emoji followed by a pig emoji, then a sentence I would never forget.

'Master Brian, please teach this pig its place in the world. And Pig, I want you to know I knew about you taking my ripe gear. You're disgusting, bro. I mean to steal my shit to sniff, I mean, bro, you should have just asked, lol, maybe I would have just given them to you for a trade. lol.

'I know you must be feeling violated and exposed right now, but I promise you, this is just the beginning. Master B reached out to me about three weeks ago. He told me about your little arrangement, and to be honest, I was happy for you and didn't give a shit. You're a fucking kinky dude and if it can serve you, all the better.

'But, bro, stealing my gear really grinds my gears. You have cost me some money, that shit is expensive. And listen, I don't even care about the money really, it's the principle. You're a junkie, and can't afford shit, so I know I can't ask you to replace them. They need to be burned as far as I'm concerned. I want you to learn a lesson, the lesson that when you fuck with my shit, I will fuck you up.'

Fuck, I was mind-fucked. I knew the last guy who pissed him off back in the frat, his way to get back at him was to buy his girlfriend some bondage gear and a strap-on. As she was fucking his brains out with a bunny mask on, with him tied to the bed, Sam busted in and filmed him getting fucked. The guy bucked and screamed into his own underwear-gag, but she kept fucking him, until he finally admitted defeat, begging Sam to delete the content.

But, Sam was a fuckhead; when he wanted something done, he went all the way-- the camera was streaming to three sites. With the promise of a live college pegging, there were dozens of viewers. Sam made jokes later, that he made more money that one night, directing, than he did over summer break.

The frat bro who got pegged had disappeared overnight; we found out later that he had had a breakdown when he had been sent a link to an X profile featuring him. He didn't even have the ability to ask for its removal, as it had gone viral within hours. 'Senior college bunny doms freshmen sub,' trended everywhere.

Sam was too good at what he did. In one quick action, he destroyed his enemy, empowered a sorority girl to find her dom, and made thousands of dollars in donations. He would have made more, but the guy never gave consent on camera for its posting, and Sam hated liabilities. Sam couldn't have this, and actually went to the dude's parents' house, walked him to his room, and forced him to subscribe to OnlyFans. If he didn't, Sam would show his parents, the home owners association, and everyone at any school he transferred to. If he wanted it to stay just in online obscurity, then he would have to subscribe. Once he did, Sam took over the account and posted the full video.

Now, everything was right in the world for Sam. He had some money generated from the video; he had defeated and broken his enemy's spirit, and had seen some of the hottest pegging of his life. It would not have been as bad if the guy had not nutted halfway through; when she didn't stop fucking him after he came, a prostate orgasm overtook him-- and it was all recorded for posterity.

Sam knew how to destroy someone, and it terrified me. The rumor was once the video stopped getting as many views, he gave the dude the option-- make more content, at least four thousand dollars a month in generated income into Sam's bank account, or he would send the video to his parents. To prove his words were real, Sam shared free OnlyFans subscriptions to the account with the entire sorority the girl belonged to... girl power.

Sam got his wish, and over the next six months around the frat, a video from time to time of him would pop up. Someone, maybe Sam, had subscribed or had originals, but the shit surfaced. It became a running joke-- the man was damned. The dude was put into more and more perverse situations, as people got bored with the same old stuff.

I did find out that some brother, one night, got really fucked up and actually subscribed, and got a live-cam show where they made the dude do and to say some fucked-up shit. One of those bitches sent the video to his email address with an option-- further humiliation or further exposure; pick one, or get both. The poor dude picked humiliation.

This was where things got fuzzy for everyone. During his last video where he was shoving a Snickers bar up his freshly cleaned ass, and then taking a bite on camera, something changed in the bro. His eyes had become lifeless, glossed over, entirely broken. The frat's stars decided that enough was enough, so later that night, they put an ad out for a master, looking for TPE (total power exchange). They found one, and the five of them agreed to a price.

They sold him; not for a lot, it was more about the power. Each brother got a thousand dollars, but also an unlimited amount to BDE (big dick energy). They had slutted him out, to the point he was no longer a person. He moved out, telling his parents he got into another college, forged, of course, by one of the IT frat brothers. He was last seen, in person, getting into a van naked.

Every once in a while, a new number would send a picture of what we thought was him being trained into a gimp. Though we could never see his face, Sam would always hoot and holler, saying that he got what he deserved and would laugh through the night. This was why people feared, respected and were in awe of Sam-- he would do whatever was necessary to win, on or off the mat.

So, here I was. Three hours later, in a stranger's van, naked, plugged and considering my fate. Sam had a no-holds-barred approach to this sort of thing. I had received a few more texts, but wasn't allowed to use my phone until the stranger said so. I was dying to see what Sam had written. Finally, after coming to a stop, the trunk opened and the stranger gave me back my phone, and let me know that we would be leaving cell range, that I could read the messages, but no replies were possible. I looked at my phone, in dismay, and read the message exchange.

Sam: 'I found Master Brian here a few months before you showed up on my doorstep. I had been planning to run another fresher through my OnlyFans scam. Now I'm no pimp but virtual pimping, I mean everyone has an OnlyFans today. And if he doesn't, then well he just doesn't know he needs it.

'That's the thing with these gay frat bros, they get excited about an ookie cookie contest, but then can't follow through once they lose, and have to be forced. I mean everyone knows you're a fag, now prove it. They just need a push and I love to help. Master Brian here knows Pig-Kip VERY well. He actually trained him in between serving me and his new sadomasochist master. I mean I'm fucked up, okay, but the shit he makes him do... I don't even think he's human anymore.

'Oh well. Master Brian here is going to do things to you, things you're not going to like, but you better fucking take everything with a smile, or you're not going to be coming back home. I'll find you some sick, ]piece-of-shit master, and sell or trade you to him. I don't care anymore. You're done just vegging out at my place.

'I'm going to be doing some renovating while you're being trained. You'll come home to a whole new life with a new purpose. Five thousand dollars a month from camming-- that is the only thing you should be thinking about, 'how the fuck am i I going to make that much?' Well, lucky for you, you're hot, and i I know from fucking with you that you're into some kinky shit. I can't wait to put you through your paces and help you become that nasty gay slut I know you to be, deep-down inside. Master Brian, would you have anything you would like this walking Fleshlight to know?'

Master: 'No. Not at this time. He needs to experience it to learn; telling him would just frighten him. I'm not trying to scare him, just humiliate and mould him.'

Sam: 'lol. You sick old fuck I love it. just promise me he will suck a dick as well as the last fag we sent your way.'

Master: 'Oh, absolutely, you will not regret this one bit. He will come back the cum hungry swine that he is deep-down inside. We are just going to find it and help it come to the surface.'

Sam: 'Don't forget the consent forms, and content requirements.'

Master: 'Don't worry, I have something even better than last time.'

Sam: 'lol. I bet. Well, I do hereby give you permission to train my new talent. Make him sweat.'

Master: 'Not a worry. He will be so full of cum by the time he gets back to you, that's all that will be dripping from his pores.'

Sam: 'That's what I like to hear. Now have fun you two; see you in 72 hours!'

The driver came back and put a hood over my head; he laughed, while he laced up and locked the back. Then came the handcuffs, and back into the trunk I went. I don't know how much time had passed, or where we were; all I knew was it was deep in the woods. Every bump in the road from a branch or root, sending waves of pleasure into my swollen prostate. The plugs incessant presence, pushing him further and further into a state of erotic stimulation.

When they opened the trunk, they found me humping away at a pillow, in a pre-cum-soaked jock, plugged, and hooded. I had nothing in me at that moment to resist. I started to beg to cum. Laughing, the driver simply picked me up and shuffled me into what must have been the cabin.

I could not think straight, and my boner was receding; I was nervous and afraid of what was to come. Seeing this, the driver put a cock ring on me and then vibrated the shit out of my cock with a back massager. As I buckled, he grabbed my arms pressed forward, and put the vibrator up to the plug.

I nearly came, and would have, if Master Brian hadn't slapped the shit of my cock, with what must have been a crop. The pain subsided, leaving just the pleasure. Laughing, he said that I must be tired; he led me down some stairs and into a small cage, he locked me down, and then shut the door. He gave me a Cialis that I had brought with me. Sam had suggested I get a prescription for him and the frat, as I had insurance. Looking back, they never asked for any, and he just told me to hold them for a special occasion. I came to think he had been planning this for a while. With no other stimulation, I eventually fell asleep. Not a restful sleep, but one that overtook you when you had done too much; there was no way to wake me, I was out.