By Cracker
Chapter Two:
If you read part one of this you know what happened to me. So, as expected, the sub that set me up to be fucked did read that confession and emailed me. I admit seeing his name appear in my email got me nervous but also excited. Fuck it, I’ll admit that I got a bit semi-boned thinking about what he might have written to me about my cash fagging and how I’d reply.
It wasn’t a long message from him. He ordered me {yeah he used that term} me to be on Skype at a certain time the next day. I spent the rest of the day and part of the next one mentally eager to chat with him too. I mean here was a guy who was a self-professed faggot, a guy who I used to regularly cash fuck too and he was ordering me around like I once did with him. Worse he had probably set me up to be mentally ready for a cash fucking. Part of me was determined to get payback or at least re-assert my domination over him. I thought it would be easy to fuck him back into line. After all, he was a loser faggot I’d used and abused so what had really changed between us, right. Major mistake number one.
So yeah, I appeared on the day and time he set up. To my surprise the fucker casually told me to enter into a Skype conference where he had assembled five other guys I’d used as my cash fags. I had expected a one-on-one with him & not with my other subs too. I panicked a bit and tried to assert my alpha domination over him. I said I was not going to do what he wanted, that I was not his bitch. He fucking typed “lol” told me to fucking do it and stop acting like a pussy. He continued trashing talking to me reminding me that I’d admitted I’d flipped for a sub and gotten off on being his bitch. He said he guessed I was sexually aroused even now and fuck if, when I looked down into my lap, I was fucking hard! I looked at the screen for a minute then my dick. I finally typed “yes” and went were he directed. I still had some thoughts of getting control of things. After all everyone in that chat room had been my cash faggot. I was confident I could turn it all around. Major mistake number two!
He didn’t waste any time once I arrived in the Skype conference. He told me they all had a fucking copy of the chat I’d had with that cash master and his sub where I’d cash fagged with them and groveled like a cunt in heat for a dick. I had not expected that. Then, he nailed me by typing out that, thanks to their using Paypal as my cash fags, they not only had my email address but also knew my name. I was given a choice: bitch for them in this joint session or get my name and personal information spread out on Net. I knew I was fucked. The subs were bending me over and I had no way to stop them. I was mad yet, fuck my cock was erect too. After some protesting with no replies from them I just said screw it and typed “okay”.
Once I did it. One of the fuckers told me to turn on my cam, strip slow and sexy into a "full monty" while standing away from my computer’s cam so they would get a good look at me doing it. Hell, I never have a problem showing off my body to hook these guys but this time it was different. I was the one getting hooked by them. Unlike our usual Skype sessions, none of my subs would be turning on their cams so I could see them slobbering over my body. Worse, in my previous "shows" I'd been only doing some minor shit. A tease where I flexed, kissed a bicep, lightly rubbed my chest area abit then revealed just enough of my butt and cock to get them aroused and ready to pay me. Now they would be controlling how much I showed and did for them on cam. I was embarrassed as hell but did what he said when he quoted a line from my “ cash fucking chat”. What bothered me more was a growing part of me was getting turned on by being ordered about like their bitch. I watched the screen as each of them typed out things they wanted me to do as I undressed. Rubbing my tits or pinching them, grabbing my balls, flexing, stroking my hard-on {yeah I was gradually boning pretty good during it} whatever they wanted, I did it. By the time I was fully nude I had a raging hard-on and the guys were typing shit trash talk for me to read. I should have tried to reassert myself with them. After all, these guys were total faggots. Yet, I didn’t even try to. The threat of exposure combined with my arousal had mentally castrated my former alpha image with them. We all knew I’d been a cunt before and was doing it again with them.
After I’d “performed” enough to satisfy them all, I was ordered to set up eight shots of vodka. I knew where this was going. I’d always used liquor and poppers to get my subs high enough to be pliable and manipulative in our sessions. Hell, I’d used it on each of them. True I’d always been a bit high myself but never so fucked up mentally I lost control. When I said no, one reminded me I’d made them do it in our sessions and that he had that fucking chat. I told him to fuck off but the renewed threat of telling everyone my name quickly brought me back into line. Fuck, I knew hooking up again with that sub might result in me getting fucked over. I just wasn’t expecting it to be a freaking gang-bang.
I took shot after shot till I was pretty messed up but not so buzzed that I couldn’t operate my typing. After my sixth shot I was told to stop and get up, turn my back to them, bend over, show them my asshole and to finger it out on cam for them while counting to one hundred. I was loopy but yeah hard as nails too. Another reminded me I’d had them do this exact same thing in sessions with me. I figured what the fuck. The fags wanted a payback show so they could jerk off. I’d give them one, let them cum and it would finish the session. Major mistake number three!
Fingering my asshole out for a bunch of faggots turned out to be more arousing than I thought it was. By now the vodka had really hit me. At one point, I lost count of what number I was on and started over. Pretty soon I just stopped counting off numbers and got into the sensation of finger fucking myself. I’d never done it to myself and was surprised how good it felt having my finger up my butt. The skin inside my hole felt so fucking soft. Without thinking I used my other hand to begin jerking off. I was drifting away into it all when I heard the Skype buzz. I blinked and realized what I been doing. I turned to face the screen and saw each one had typed out LOL in caps. I stopped what I’d been doing. I was humiliated by how I’d acted but also by the fact I’d been so hot for it. I mean these fucking faggots had me performing like a back alley whore and I’d shown them I was boned doing it. I sat back at the computer and stared at the screen. I was drunk, horned up and anxious to sign off.
I'd forgotten that abused these guys, mocked them, humiliated them, dominated them and ruthlessly cash fagged them. They hated that they craved this taking all this shit from an alpha and hated me for taking advantage of that craving them. While they saw me as an alpha they'd complied like the cunts they were. I'd lost that image with them now and they were going to make me pay for it. I thought they’d had their fun and our session was done. Yep you guessed it huh. Major mistake number four!
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