Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2016 23:09:54 -0600
From: Z <saluki84@gmail.com>
Subject: The Long Road to Revenge Part 3

The Long Road to Revenge Part 3

By: Z

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Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a
variety of consensual activities. It also features some scenes that are
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Category: Gay Male Authoritarian

Steven Aimes roared down the deserted highway in his brand new BMW. His
mind focused on one thing: getting that son of a bitch James and putting
him into the ground. Who the fuck did he think he was dealing with?

The plan went off so well. Steven convinced the other partners that  James
was a liability and a threat to the future of the firm. One by one, they
slowly agreed. James didn't really do himself any favors by fucking two
separate interns. Steve himself didn't really care, but he sure as hell
used it against him to influence the partners.

Steven wanted total control of the firm. James was a natural enemy to him
achieving this goal that Steve had identified early on. James had done a
good job of making himself nearly indispensable to the company. So
eventually Steve had to use Jame's character and the good old fashioned
prejudices of the other partners to earn James his walking papers.
James had gone. He didn't really put up much of a fight. Steven chalked
that up to either he was too much of a pussy or he didn't give a fuck.
Either option he could believe.
The next morning all hell had broke loose. All of James's client
information had vanished overnight. Steven had checked and verified the
information personally, and reassured the other guys that everything had
gone smoothly. Now all the information was gone.

Steve feigned illness to give himself time to figure out the problem. He
left work and went to his secret apartment he kept for banging horny girls
on the side. When be got to his front door, someone had left a suspicious
looking black box on his doormat. Steve had a mind to call security, but
the box was labeled "for client info."

Steve raced into his apartment and tore open the box. A pair of dirty
briefs fell out and a note. Steve looked over the briefs, probably some
college kids from the look of them. He then examined the note:

"Heya Stevey, hope you're enjoying your big promotion. Sorry about the
briefs, little slut boys just seem to follow me everywhere. Probably learn
that from their worthless fathers. If you're looking to do some extra
homework on new accounts. I hear room 2B at the Shady Thicket Motel off
route 34 is a good place for it. Bye for now."

Cut to Steven racing down the highway towards the out of the way motel.
This was no doubt part of some sick prank by James to teach him a lesson.
Steven wasn't having any of it. The second he saw James's face he would
pound it in and make him beg for forgiveness before dragging him back to
town to rectify the mistake.

Steven flew into the parking lot and parked into the closest spot by the
office (handicapped).

He ran in, crossed to the front of the desk and began to incessantly ring
the bell.
After the seventh to eigth time, the young attendant of the motel came out
from the back office area - the same young attendant that had assisted
James only a couple days earlier.

"Can I help you with something, Sir," the young man asked.

"Fuck yea you can, you can give me they keys to room 2b right away," Steven
shot back.

"uhh...sure," the young attendant replied, "You sure you want that room
man?"

"Does it look like I'm fucking joking kid," Steven replied, "Hurry it up
now."

The young attendant nodded in agreement and went and fetched the keys and
began to process the payment. Steven angrily took a wad of cash out of his
pocket and gave the kid what he owed him. The kid was short and lean, but
decent build. Steven had no doubt that he could take the little fucker in a
fight though. Especially with his weird hippee gauged piercings.
"Room 2B is in a separate building behind the main hotel, " the young man
explained, "here's the key and please remember to dial 6 for the front desk
if you have any troubles."

"I won't" Steven snorted as he took the key from the guy's hand and left.

Steven walked around the hotel until he could get a look at what the motel
clerk was talking about. Indeed, there was a separate building in the back.
It looked like a duplex. There were two rooms, 1B and 2B.

Steven sighed, slid the key into 2B and walked in, making sure to lock the
door behind him. The room looked ordinary enough. As he walked in, the heat
kicked on. It wasn't exactly cold out, but Steven didn't exactly plan on
staying long.

One thing he did notice right away was that someone had taken the time to
setup a brand new laptop at the desk. Judging by the out of date decor and
the overall appearance, Steven had a hard time believing laptops came with
the rooms. So he assumed James had set it up. The text screen saver saying
"Look here, fuckface!" confirmed his suspicions.

Steve crossed the room and hit the screen saver. The files had mostly been
stripped from the laptop. All he saw was skype and a video file that said
"Play me for accounts." Steven took a deep breath, and hit play.

The video was choppy at first. It showed what looked to be a hotel room.
The camera began to shake and readjust. Soon he saw James's face staring
back at him.

"Hey there Stevey, did you get my present? I'm glad. Listen up because this
video is only going to play once. There is a pen and paper in the
right-hand drawer of this desk. I suggest getting it out because if you
want that account information, you are going to have to follow some
directions," James said in a commanding tone.

Steven didn't doubt the video would only play once, so he figured he would
at least take notes.

"Good boy," James said in a condescending tone, "You can be reasoned with.
Look Steve, I know you want me gone. And I'm prepared to be gone. But I
also know you are a dumbass when it comes to account management. So I took
the liberty of removing not only mine, but all of your account information
off the database. Thanks for firing our IT guys last year by the way, that
really saved me some trouble. You want the info back all you gotta do is
show up two days from now at the Ranchero Motel outside of Oklahoma City by
noon. Bring $10,000 dollars cash and a damn good apology. Then the account
information is yours. See you there."

Steven copied all of the information down. Ten grand actually didn't seem
too bad. That account info was worth millions. He might just say fuck it
and pay it to avoid any embarrassment from the other partners
.
"Oh before I sign off.."James said, "take a look at my throne..."

Steven watched as James adjusted the view of the camera and stood up.
There, tied up under him with his mouth heavily taped, was his good for
nothing son Henry. James was using the kid as a seat! And he was sitting
his bare ass all over his face. Steven gripped the arms of his seat tightly
with rage.

"Hope you like it, he sure does. He was just tonguing my ass while I was
talking about you. Sliding his curious little boy tongue all over my hairy
ass. See for yourself."
A video clip appeared of James making Henry beg to lick his ass. Henry had
been fed poppers and kept on the edge of cumming for hours before making
the video. But Steven didn't know that. All he saw was his son acting like
a little rim pig.

"Mother...fucker..." Steven said to himself.

"Better hurry up Stevey," James teased, "I don't know if I'll be able to
resist giving him my big thick cock if you take too long."

After that, the video ended and the file deleted itself. Steven was left
completely flabbergasted as to what to do next. After staring off into
space for awhile listening to the heater tick away, he decided he had
better get to the bank and get on the road as soon as possible.
He jumped up and went to the door, turned the knob, but the door was stuck.
He pulled it harder, the door wouldn't budge. He unlatched the deadbolt,
thinking he was a complete idiot, then tried again, the door wouldn't
budge. He pulled and pushed and banged on it, working himself up into a
good sweat. The heat wasn't helping either. He grabbed the handle with both
hands and tried to lose his legs to pry it open, but it wouldn't budge.
This thing felt like it was reinforced or something.

He opened the windows to see if he could just climb out, but for some
reason they had bars on them. What kind of fucking place was this. He
walked over to the phone and dialed 6 to get the attendant.

"Front desk," the attendant answered nonchalantly.

"Hey front desk," Steven said, "I'm the guy in 2B. The heat is blasted in
here and the door's stuck. You got five minutes to get me out of here or
I'm calling the cops."

"Oh shit," the clerk replied, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience Sir. But I
don't think you'll have too much luck calling the cops unless you have one
damn good cell phone plan I'm not aware of existing."

Steven glanced at his phone. There was no signal. He realized that he was
holding a phone and smiled to himself. Fucking millennials never remember
the landline. This twenty something can suck his nuts cause he'll just dial
911 from the hotel phone.

Steve was in his early forties. He and James met awhile ago. But they both
took care of their bodies. Steve was very well toned. His grey hair was
still thick and slicked back. His back and chest were incredibly muscular.
As he sat there, drenched in sweat. He looked down at his body. He was
about ready to burst out of his suit.

"Look fuckface, don't try and talk me out of calling the cops. Either get
me out. Or I'll call from this phone," Steve threatened.

"Oh, I see Sir. No, you won't be able to dial an outside call from that
phone. It only calls the front desk," the clerk said, Steve could almost
make out the delight in his voice.

"...Just what the fuck is going on here," Steve asked in a serious tone.

"You're in the 2B suite. As in to be fucked," the clerk said, "You don't
leave that room until I say so. And before you even break one window, let
me be clear, any damage will increase your stay in that room exponentially.
And I do believe you're a man that needs to be on his way am I right?"

The clerk's friendly voice had dissolved into a sadistic, dominant tone
that Steve could barely recognize. Was he in on this? Was this part of
James's sick game?

"I'm not hearing breaking glass, so I assume I've got your attention, yes?"
the clerk asked.
"Uh...yes," Steve replied, "come on man, my livelihood depends on it. I can
pay you a bunch of money. But please let me be on my way."

"That's better," the clerk replied, "I'm glad we have an understanding. My
name is Ian, but since we are going to be getting better acquainted I want
you to call address me as 'my lord,' you think you can do that?"

Steve gritted his teeth. This fucker was going to get a beatdown if Steve
had his way. He just had to get out of this fucking room.
"Yes....my lord," Steve growled.

"Good boy," Ian replied, "now as I was saying, any attempt at escape would
be pointless. The doors and walls are reinforced and you've seen the bars
on the windows. As you mentioned, the heat is blasting. It will be 90 ° in
there fairly shortly so what do you say we get started? Strip down
completely. Go and find the rubbermaid box under the bed and bring it over
to your laptop. Get on your knees and boot up skype. Look for the screen
name

LordofSissysandFags. That's me, your lord now. Message me 'I'm ready my
lord' when you have completed your assigned tasks."

The clerk hung up. Steve stomped around the room screaming curses for a
couple minutes. He didn't have time for this shit. Some backwoods fuck was
messing with him now when he had to get out of here. He looked under the
bed. Sure enough, there was a blue rubbermaid container waiting for him
with a gift bow on the top.

He carried it over to the laptop, booted up skype and saw it automatically
signed him in under the screen name "PrincessFagStevey."

He looked down, realizing he was still wearing his sweat stained suit. He
quickly stripped off and got completely naked. At least it was finally a
bit cooler in this steamroom. He messaged his "lord" the required message.

"Good boy," Ian replied quickly, "but I know you aren't on your knees. One
hour added to your sentence in the 2B room."

Steven sunk to his knees, "Fuck!" he shouted audibly.

"Good boy, yes I can see you without the laptop cam being turned on but
even so turn it on. I like multiple views of my sluts," Ian messaged.

Steven obediently turned the cam on. He saw the smug motel clerk now
sitting naked in his office jerking his rather impressive 9'' cock.

"Like what you see boy?" Ian teased Steve, who remained quiet.

"Aww, you don't want to play? I thought you wanted to get out of there?"
Ian said.

"I do...my lord...how can I get out of here quickly?" Steve said, trying to
play the game.
Ian smirked at the camera. He looked very pleased with himself.

"Why don't you stand up and go show off your goods. Hurry up princess,
model for daddy, make sure you turn daddy on," Ian ordered.

Steven stood up. Unsure of what to do, he walked over so the camera got to
see the full view of his body. He slowly outstretched his arms and started
twirling around.

"Good little naked slut," Ian teased, "now dance monkey, dance for your
freedom."

Steven's face turned beat red. Why was this fuck degrading him like this.
What did he get out of this? He started gyrating his hips and shaking his
ass like a whore in a strip club. He figured that was the kind of dancing
this sick fuck wanted to see. As he glanced over, the guy was furiously
stroking his big cock.

"Good slut, now crawl back over to the computer. Crawl like the fucking
dirty slut you are. NOW!" Ian ordered.

Steven sunk to his hands and knees and started to slowly crawl back towards
the laptop.
"Ah uh uh!" Ian interjected, stopping Steven in his tracks, "what do we say
when our superior gives us an order to follow?"

Steven hesitated, then realized what he wanted to hear, "Yes, my lord, I
will crawl to you."
"That's better," Ian replied, clearly pleased.

Steven resumed crawling back over to the laptop while he watched as Ian
jerked his huge cock on the monitor. He was definitely getting off on the
control he was exercising over the jock executive.

"Now why don't we see what's in your little box, and I don't mean the
rubbermaid toy box. I mean your pussy," Ian said, grinning, "Turn around
and spread your cheeks for the camera."
"Fuck..." Steve blurted out in disbelief. Still, he turned around on his
hands and knees, reached back and spread his muscular ass cheeks so the
hotel clerk could get a look at his virgin hole.

"Mmmm, that's a nice tight hole," Ian said, "you should be proud of that
hole bitch."
Again, Steven's face turned red as the clerk degraded him more and more as
time went on, "How much more are you going to do?" he finally asked his
captor.

"Well," Ian started, "you didn't say 'my lord' but don't worry, you'll make
up for it shortly. Go ahead, open up the toybox and take a gander at what's
inside. The sooner we get you dressed, the sooner you can be on your way."

Steven hastily opened the box and dumped out the belongings. The box
contained three different butt plugs of increasing size, a realistic fleshy
dildo, four leather cuffs, and pink dog collar and a smaller combination
box.

"As you can see boy, we've got you set up with some nice new gear. Now we
are going to play a game. The goal of this game is earn te combination to
the box. To get the combination you will perform tasks. Failure to complete
any of these tasks will result in you staying in this room the entire
upcoming weekend and what I have already been recording on this computer
will be public. And trust me princess, we got a good look a your face in
this video of you crawling around like a subservient bitch. Now, are you
ready to earn the first number of the combination?" Ian explained.

Steven was trapped. They had recorded all of this! He couldn't get out of
the room and the clerk clearly didn't give a shit when he got released from
here. He had to follow his orders and hope he could get back here in time
to exact revenge on this little fuck.

"Yes...my lord," Steven said begrudgingly.

"Good!" Ian exclaimed, "Lets get started, for the first number in the
combination, take each leather cuff and lock them on to your wrists and
ankles."

Steve looked into the box, there were four small padlocks and one larger
padlock, none of which had keys but all were unlocked. Steven wrapped the
first leather cuff around his wrist, clasped it tightly and showed Ian so
he could approve from the monitor. Once he had his lord's approval, Steven
clasped the first lock shut. He followed with the other wrist cuff, the
first leg cuff and the final leg cuff, which looked a little strange.

"That last cuff has a gps sensor in it slut," Ian laughed, "we're going to
be keeping an eye on you. First number, 13."

Fuck, what the hell? GPS? This fucker was tracking him. What the hell? This
had to be James. This was all setup by James. And Steven was trapped.

"For the second combination, lock that pretty pink dog collar around your
faggot neck," Ian ordered.

Ian's words stung as Steven slowly picked up the sparkly pink dog collar
with princess spelled out in rhinestones. There was indeed a place to for a
padlock to be used to keep the collar locked on. He reluctantly picked up
the last lock and clicked it shut.

"Fucking hot bitch, you look so fucking pretty," Ian laughed, "Nice pink
collar to keep you in line. And check out it's most importantly feature."

Steven didn't understand what he was talking about. He saw Ian take out his
phone and boot up an app. He clicked a button that had a thunderbolt for an
icon. Suddenly, electricity radiated out of the collar and knocked Steven
onto the floor.

"Shock collar bitch," Ian explained, "You can be shocked from anywhere
there is wifi access. Second number 69."

Steven started furiously pulling on the collar trying to take it off, but
he had fastened it too tightly. Another shock from Ian let him know he was
being held under a tight, wireless and ever-present leash. Steven got up,
added the number to the pad of paper James had ordered him to keep track
on, and looked at Ian to continue.

"Now for the final number. To earn this one, you must get all three of
those butt plugs up your ass to my satisfaction. Sadly, I forgot to put
lube in the box so I suggest you suck on them in front of the camera for me
like a good whore to get them nice and slick for your tight little
butthole," Ian smirked.

Steven's face ran cold. He wanted these fucking big ass plugs up his ass.
The fuck! He wasn't even going to give him any lube. What kind of shit was
this?

He picked up the smallest butt plug, he might be able to get this in his
ass without lube but why take the chance. He looked into the camera, and
started sucking it like a baby on a bottle. Once he was satisfied, he
worked the plug into his asshole. It slid in fairly easily, not too much
discomfort. The second plug was a bit more of a jump. With the first plug
still up his ass, Steven started sucking on the second one while Ian
watched and beat off.

He pulled the first plug out, took a breath and started working the second
one in. This plug was putting up a lot more resistance. It was a much
tighter fit. Steven moaned out in pain and frustration as his asshole
stretched to adapt for the larger invader. Soon after much work, it was in
place. Steven turned around to advertise the plug in his ass so Ian could
approve.
"Nice work, whore," Ian said, "Now the last one. Here's a tip, sit on it
after you get it lubed up."
Steven left the second largest plug in his ass and started mouthing on the
final, larger one. He could barely get his mouth around it as he looked and
made eye contact with Ian. He had been reduced to a naked, collared fuck
slave all for this man's enjoyment. The more time went on, the more he was
degraded and the more control Ian took. Steven grew even more embarrassed
when he looked down to see his cock was hard as a rock.

"Looks like we're enjoying this are we?" Ian said while pointing.

Steven felt he had lubed it up sufficiently now, took out the second plug
with a plop and started attempting to sit ont he final plug. The slick of
his saliva and the sweat on his ass helped a little bit. Practicing on the
first two butt plugs helped some more, but Steven still had trouble. He had
to present himself to Ian three separate times before he was satisfied.

"Final number, 34." Ian said.

Steven took the last butt plug out and went to the combination box and
entered the code. When he opened it, all he saw was another small padlock
and a weird plastic case.

"that's a cock cage boy," Ian explained, "you don't leave that room until
it's locked on your dick like the worthless fuck you are."

Steven wrestled with it for awhile. Even if he refused, Ian had all of the
prior activities on video. Finally, he relented. With Ian's help, soon
Steven had locked his own cock away without any knowledge of where the keys
to any of his padlocks were.

"Good boy," Ian said, "congrats, you are now our slave. You're little buddy
James has been watching this whole time. And we're happy you have
cooperated. So you're additional time of an hour will be cut down by 15
minutes.'

Steven felt relieved at last. At least his suspicions were confirmed. James
had won. Hopefully he could at least save face after this weekend was over.

"Now, mount that big fleshy dildo right on desk right under where the
laptop is, so that fake dick is pointing at your over privileged faggot
face." Ian ordered.

Steven, all the fight out of him, meekly complied. The bottom of the dildo
was like a suction cup, so it easily stuck to the desk right in front of
the camera.

"Good boy," Ian said, "Now, you have forty five minutes. You will suck on
that fake dick for th entire time while I beat off watching you. If you
take your mouth off of it at all the timer stops, and more time is added.
Now let's get started.

Steven, completely humiliated, had no choice but to choke down on the fake
dick while Ian and James watched over skype of the next forty five minutes
while he practiced at sucking on the big cock for their satisfaction.

to be continued..

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