Breakdown Motel Part 2 (Gay BDSM Erotica) by Ty Marton Page B

the motel, only daring to venture out
when the situation demanded it. As he stepped forward, grabbing a
fistful of Jeff’s hair and jerking his head taut and upright, the
two of them locking eyes, Jeff could only wonder what had brought
him here today.
    Wordlessly, staring deep into Jeff’s eyes
with a knowing smirk plastered across his face, Fox unbuttoned his
pants, reaching within to pull out his chubby cock. It was limp,
but slightly engorged, making for a sizable mouthful as he pulled
Jeff’s face down over it, the slave obediently parting his lips and
taking it in.
    “That’s it,” Fox cooed. “Get it nice and
hard like a good little fag bitch.”
    Jeff had become quite the experienced
cocksucker in his time at the motel. Trixie, in particular, had
come to enjoy visiting Jeff in his room for regular “face fucks,”
and had taken pride in teaching him to deep throat, if you could
call it teaching. He barely remembered what it was like to have a
gag reflex, and as the sheriff’s cock grew fully erect, the slave
unemotionally took it down into his throat, sucking it and
massaging it with his tongue like a seasoned pro, operating on
instincts that had been forced into him.
    “Eager little fucker, ain’t ya?” Fox said
through a breathy chuckle, happily starting to buck against Jeff’s
face, drilling his cock in as deep as he could with each slight
throat. “Mason’s done good work on you…”
    Jeff remembered that first night, hiding in
the cabinet and watching Fox with Danny. He’d been disgusted and
outraged at the sight of such depraved, evil acts from a man who he
had respected and trusted as an authority. Now, a month into his
tenure as a sex slave, he showed no emotion and no resistance when
placed on the receiving end of Fox’s sick lust. That fire was gone,
long since extinguished. These men were his masters, no matter how
much he might have hated them, and to treat them as anything less
meant the harshest of punishments.
    “Mmm,” Fox purred, bucking harder and
harder, “ fuck yeah. Mason’s gonna get top dollar for you,
just you watch.”
    Even with a mouth full of cock, Jeff had to
contain his instinct to scoff at the remark, realizing just how out
of the loop Fox really was. At this point, Jeff didn’t believe that
Mason would ever sell him. After all, he’d made no secret of the
fact that he had no plans to sell Danny, and it was Jeff’s presence
that, in Mason’s eyes, had reinvigorated Danny back into the slave
he was supposed to be, back into X. Without Jeff, Mason’s favorite
pet was, in his eyes, broken. No, if Mason had his way, as he
always did, Jeff would be staying at the motel for a very, very
long time.
    It actually made for an interesting point of
insight on Jeff’s part. Fox was simply in charge of hiding Mason’s
tracks, nothing more. He wasn’t privy to Mason’s intentions and
desires. He didn’t make the decisions at the motel, not when he had
wanted to get rid of Trixie, not ever. He was a cog in the machine,
not its operator. Whether or not this meant he was a weak point
capable of being exploited remained to be seen, but it was
certainly something for Jeff to file away.
    With his dick satisfyingly erect, Fox pulled
out from Jeff’s mouth. He chuckled again, giving the slave a
condescending pat on the cheek, then slowly began turning him,
twirling him in a slow one-eighty until he was staring down with
lecherous eyes at Jeff’s vulnerable, exposed ass, its muscles tense
and flexed with his legs bent and bound.
    “Nice and tight,” Fox mumbled, reaching out
and grabbing two rough handfuls of ass, spreading Jeff’s cheeks
wide, then slowly letting the toned flesh slip back through his
fingers. “Gonna make for a perfect celebration fuck, don’t you
think?”
    Celebration? Jeff lifted his head slightly,
a confused expression suddenly dawning across his face. Behind him,
he heard Fox snicker.
    “Nobody told you yet, did they?” he asked.
“Might as well be