[PimpMasterA]

Sam paced the one room of his bedsit, from his bathroom door to his bed, and back. Again, and again. It had been two days since he last had a smoke, and it was beginning to show. He couldn't focus, couldn't sleep, couldn't face leaving his flat. But he couldn't face approaching James either.

He had tried to think of somebody else, anybody else he could go to to buy his weed. He could think of no-one. No-one but James. How long would it be, before he was back at James? At-least he had the money this time, he could pay in advance, he wouldn't need to be in debt. Surely that would make the whole thing much safer? Surely!

Then it was decided, he could take it no more, and it was safe, he could pay. He flew out of the door and onto the street below. Walking at a rapid pace through town, he stopped after a little while to take money out from the cash point. £50 should do it he thought, enough for what he wanted and enough to pay James back if he still wanted it... but Sam was sure he was paid up after his last visit, he couldn't ask for anything else besides that, could he?

It wasn't long until he was at the building, he was more nervous than he had ever been before, his finger failing to do his bidding and ring the buzzer on three attempts, each time he betrayed himself and didn't do it. Finally on the fourth attempt he pressed it down, long and hard.

There was no response.

After a couple of minutes he pressed it again.

No response.

He was becoming more angry than worried now. He had walked across town, taken money out, and for what?

He pressed down again.

Still nothing in reply.

Sam looked up at the glass front of the building, looking for James' flat, he knew it was somewhere above him, maybe a light would be on? That was when he saw him, James was stood at his window, staring down at him, that all too familiar smile in place, and then he was gone.

-BUZZ-

Sam almost jumped as the lock on the door was released by one of the tenants above, he knew which one.

Sam made his way up the stairs, slowly, terror sweeping over him, that smile was not a good sign, he knew it. In the pit of his stomach he knew he should turn and run, but he needed pot, he needed to smoke.

He had barely stepped through the door and closed it behind him when James called out.

"Sam, buddy! I didn't think you'd be back so soon, of course I knew you'd be back, but not this soon."

James wasn't sat on his xbox this time, he was stood behind his kitchen counter a glass in his hand.

"Drink?" He tilted the glass towards Sam.

"N-n-no I'm O.K thanks" Sam stuttered out.

"I'm just here to buy some pot man, I've got the money and everything. No need to take it on tick this time... I-i-i Told you I'd have it." His confidence was already failing him.

James laughed and slammed the glass on the counter.

"Sam. Sam. Sam. You didn't really think I'd take your money off you after what happened last time did you? No. I'm sorry, but that's the way your going to pay for stuff from now on I'm afraid. That is, if you really do want the stuff?"

Sam was shocked by what he was hearing. His money was useless. To him and James. The only thing he ever spent his benefits on were food and pot. Then he began to wonder, did he really need the pot that bad? Was he willing to repeat what happened last time, just to get high? It was then that the sad reality hit him. He had very little choice.

"O-o-K" He stammered out.

James laughed, his loud, arrogant and genuine laugh, all the time staring at Sam like he was his new play thing, his new toy, just like his xbox.

"Let's try something different this time then huh? Get your clothes off, and then get on your knees." His order was clear and sharp.

"W-w-what?" It was the only reply Sam could think of in such short a space of time.

James laughed again.

"You heard me. Now strip!"

There was no mistaking the order this time. Sam dropped his eyes to the ground and began to remove his clothes. His shirt first, then his shoes and socks, his trouser, untill finally he was stood there in his boxers. To nervous to remove anything else.

"I can't" He pleaded.

There was no laughter from James this time. He was by Sam's side in a matter of seconds, looking down over him.

"Let me help you then"

Without warning he grabbed the back of Sam's boxers and wrenched them into the air, crushing Sam's balls between the fabric and his body. Sam let out a small yelp as the pressure increased along with the pain. He instinctively moved his hands down to grab his balls, to cover them as though this would offer some kind of protection. No sooner had he begun to move his hands than the pain reached its peak and seams of his boxers tore away from him. The pain subsided as quickly as it arrived and Sam felt his cock fall back into position, his naked body totally exposed.

James stood there for some time, looking Sam's body over.

"No bad" James muttered to himself as much as Sam

This wasn't an untrue statement. Sam was about a two inches shorter than James, but he was similar in body type. He was slightly wider than James but still well defined, fair headed and with a handsome face, when it wasn't so contorted into a look of dredd.


"Onto your knees then" James hadn't forgotten about that order as Sam had hoped.

Sam obliged and dropped to his knees, he was now directly in front of James. His eyes -were they not still fixed on the floor- in perfect line with James' zipper.