Astrenmystery Lockdown Offer

As the world closed its doors and history begin to write perhaps its longest and darkest chapter. I found myself stuck between a rock and a hard place, or Russia to be precise. It was the tail end of my visit when the outbreak began. I needed to get to the safety of home before the airlines stopped operating.

I spent my last day doing the normal tourist stuff and perhaps some things the locals do too. I figure this might be the last time I’m in Russia for a while so it would be a shame not to sample some of its renowned vodka. So I spent most of the day drinking.

I awoke the next morning on the floor of my hotel room. I was shirtless and barefoot. My head was thumping with the worst hangover of my life. I barely managed to climb into the shower conscious I was five hours away from my flight leaving.

The shower worked wonders, my hangover was almost gone. I tried to think of the night before but it was foggy. I don’t remember leaving the last bar I was in. Being Irish though is a bit like being a well-trained dog. No matter what happened I will always find my way home when drunk.

I felt relieved that I had packed the day before. My stuff was ready to go and the taxi was ordered. I ordered my last room service and checked my bank account. Wow, expensive night. I really need to get home and back to work, I thought.

What to do with the time I’ve left. Read? Do a workout? Nah, masturbate. I opened my laptop and went onto Nifty. I read a few stories before changing to Chaturebate. The hangover wasn’t gone enough to be able to concentrate on reading quite yet.

I went on and found a few of my favorites where online. My favorite Artenmystery was online. He is very hot but also chats with his followers. He is one of few that seem to care about them. I said hi and he smiled and said, ‘it’s nice to see you’. His Russian accent makes me go weak at the knees.

 ‘I thought you were flying home today Derek?’ he asked.‘Yeah, the flight is not for a few hours, just saying hi, trying to pass the time.’ I said knowing that we both know why I’m on his page. I looked at Arten. He was wearing black sweat pants and a white tank top. He was barefoot.

His bare white arms were unblemished and beautiful. He has a freckle on his left shoulder that my eyes fixate on. My eyes drift to his face. A beautiful, angelic face that looks so sweet. His black hair is messy and falls in front of his face. He is truly beautiful.

‘Make sure you have your boarding pass and passport handy Derek’ He said. Good advice, I thought and somehow it made me fall for him a little more. I reached down to my jeans and fumbled through them. They were empty. I looked around the spotless room, nothing.

I jumped up of the bed and started to frantically look around the room. Oh no, I thought. Where are they? Where is my passport, my wallet my fucking passport? Gone, this can’t be happening. I sat on the bed trying to catch my breath and consolidate my thoughts. 

I took out my phone and called the airline. I explained my lost passport. They said there is no way I can get on the flight and that I will have to get a new passport before I fly out. I Googled how long it takes to get a passport from a different country, what I found sent me into wild panic.

6 weeks, that is unacceptable. It also says that this zombie pandemic or whatever it’s called is going to slow things down. I have 69 euro in my bank account, one pair of shoes, three pairs of jeans and a few t shirts. I’ m not equipped for this. Maybe if I go to the airport they will change their mind.

I told Arten about my problem. He was so sweet and told me to go to the airport and beg. I needed a friend at this time. Arten and I would never be friends, I knew that, but I needed someone to calm me down. I agreed, I pulled on my trousers and a t-shirt and looked for my shoes.

Like my wallet and passport they were nowhere to be found. I was on my hands and knees crawling around the floor frantically looking for them. They are gone. No, why did I only bring one pair of shoes. I was too clever for my own good.

I remember now, I stopped in a park. It was so warm I took my shoes off and sat on the grass sipping cheap vodka. Did my wallet and passport fall out of my pocket? Did I take my shoes of and put my passport and wallet beside them and then just wander off in a drunken haze, forgetting them?

It was a budget holiday and I arrived at the airport with just a back pack. I had a large black jacket, totally unsuitable for Russian summer but the inside of the pockets where ripped out. I literally walked through the airport with three pairs of jeans, underwear and five t-shirts stuffed into the pockets.

The TSA agent looked at me when my jacket went through the scanner. ‘I want to tell you sonny Jim, in all my years working at this job, I have never seen somebody do this before. You are one in a million’. I got from his tone that he did not intend it as a compliment.

I slumped onto the bed that I couldn’t afford in another three hours and cried. Arten asked me why I was so quiet. I explained the whole situation and fell back on the bed. I felt so weak. So hung over and exhausted and defeated by a stupid fucking virus that I don’t even have, fuck.

Arten was still talking but the notifications where drown out by my panic. How could I be so stupid, what will I do? I looked at the messages and a little glimmer of hope arrived. Is he serious he can’t be this nice? I reread the message five times to make sure I got it right.

‘Hey mate, I’m taking my performances to the next level during lock down. The only way I can make money. I could do with some staff. You aren’t far from me. I could do with a servant. I will pay for another flight after lockdown. I just need a bit of help’ he offered.

I didn’t know what it entailed. But I also didn’t know if I had a choice. It was such a sweet offer. I looked into eyes, his perfect nose and beautiful smooth face looked into the camera and my soul. My heart started to thump and a rush of adrenaline swept my body. ‘But you have a moderator already. I said not knowing why I was fighting this.

‘I do and a very good one at that, I don’t need you to be a moderator. I need someone to cook for me, clean, and do stuff I haven’t time for while performing. You can live with me during lockdown but I am strict and expect full obedience’ he said. 

The conversation went back and forth. He sounded so nice and genuine. It didn’t seem creepy. He seemed like somebody that just wanted some help during lockdown. He would probably pay someone for this. I mean I am a chef getting paid to cook for somebody isn’t that bad.

The payment wouldn’t be money. It would be a place to stay, free food and a flight home at the end. And this guy is so gorgeous. Everything about him is perfect, his face, his body and a smile that would turn Putin gay. It was my best and only option, so I agreed.

He was right. The walk to his place wasn’t far. If only I knew he lived so close to where I was visiting I would have brought him some Irish whiskey and see if he wanted a drink. I picked up my jacket. The three pairs of jeans, underwear and five t-shirts made it heavy in my hands and got ready to leave.

Oh shit, I thought. I’m going to have to go barefoot. What will people think? A bleary eyed Irish guy walking through a busy metropolis, barefoot in the middle of summer, carrying a large heavy jacket, with his dirty cloths shoved inside. Surely this is weird even in Russia.
The walk was awful. The amount of looks I got was extreme. 

The concrete on the high noon day was hot under my feet. I felt so humiliated and just walked with my head down trying to ignore the onlookers. After what seemed like an eternity I arrived at his house.

 It was larger than I imagined and just as pretty as its occupier. I sent a message as I got to the door because for some reason people his age, he is only 12 years younger than me, send messages instead of ringing the doorbell. This will impress him. The door opened.

‘Why didn’t you just ring the doorbell? You weirdo’, I felt stupid. He looked down at my bare feet, now dirty and muddy from the walk over. He looked confused for a moment but then just shrugged and ushered me in. He gave me a glass of water and told me to shower.

‘But strip here, you have seen me naked so much. I think it’s only fair I get to see you naked’ he said with a cheeky grin that almost made me fall in love with him. I took my shirt of dropping it to the floor, removed my jeans. Then slowly my underwear until I was naked. I headed for the shower.

As the water ran down my body I felt relaxed for the first time today. My abs weren’t quite as nice as Artens but they still showed. All the Waterpolo has paid off. Go shower he said, it wasn’t an offer it sounded more like an order. I guess it was my first task.

I left the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I left the bathroom. My jacket and cloths were gone and he was sitting on his bed, with his phone in his hands. He walked over to me and stood a few inches away from me. He was shirtless.

I looked down at his smooth torso. His abs gleamed but not like on a muscle magazine, just the perfect amount of definition. He is so gorgeous. I could feel his breath on my face. He put his fingers under my chin and lifted my eyes to meet his.

He leaned in as he was going to kiss me. Our lips almost met. With his fingers still under my chin he tilted my head and whispered into my left ear.

‘I’m not going to kiss you, I just like to tease’ he said as he gave my ear tiny soft little nibble. He pushed me away grabbing my towel as he did. I fell back a foot or two now totally naked in front of him. I looked down to see the largest boner I’ve ever had.

‘I was just looking at some of the tips you gave me. You seem to like me spanking myself. That hurts. Do you know that?’ he said, almost annoyed. He took me by the arm and directed me to his bed. He sat me down and pulled me over his knee. He gave me ten hard smacks on each ass cheek.

‘Do you like that?’

‘No’ I grunted. He gave me ten more smacks that left my ass stinging and red.

‘That’s no Sir’ he ordered in a menacing manner.

‘I replied No Sir’. He let go and I slumped to the ground. My face was inches from his toes. He put his hand and my head and slowly ran his fingers through my hair.

‘You always ask to see my feet, if you like my feet so much kiss them’ he said. I have never kissed anyone’s feet before. I looked at his feet, like him they were beautiful. Slender toes, hairless, and smooth they are pure perfection, just like him.

I gently kissed both his feet slowly savouring the moment. I didn’t want to or think I should stop so I just kept going. Kissing his feet was amazing. After ten full minutes he lifted me up and pushed me on the bed. He left to get something and I started to drift off. I wouldn’t fall asleep but resting my eyes was nice.

A few minutes later I felt the soft touch of his hands on my dick. This is perfect, instead of watching him and cumming I’m about to be jerked of by him. To my shock I felt him manoeuvring my dick into some sort of device. He was so quick. I looked down. He has put a chastity device on me, fuck.

‘People pay to see me like this and cum, since you only have 69 euro left I think you will need to save your money. I don’t want to be ripped off, I’m a business man. And like I said earlier I like to tease’. He said as he slowly ran his finger up my bare chest.

‘If you do what you’re told, we will get on well. There are a few ground rules. You won’t cum for these 6 weeks. When in the house you will remain naked. One thing I’m concerned about is wasting time doing stuff when I could be performing and earning money’ he said. 

The information washed over me. At least 6 weeks of being naked and not cumming. But to help Arten, would be worth it and he is doing me a favour. I would be homeless in a foreign country barefoot and broke. I need to follow orders as best as I can.

‘One thing that wastes a lot of time is I need to pee, that takes a few minutes of dead air. This loses me viewers and thus money. So I need you to learn how to drink my piss straight from the tap’. He continued as he pulled me up from the bed and walked me to the bathroom.

‘Kneel’ he ordered. I was afraid but complied. I got on my knees and looked up at him. He once again ran his fingers through my hair. They felt so good running through my hair, his touch sent electricity through my body. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the head and whispered.

‘You’re such a good boy, I’m happy you are so well behaved’ He lifted my chin up to where I was inches from his groin. He pulled down the waist and pulled out his well-endowed dick. It looked so much better in real life then on video. It was millimetres away.

‘Open up’ he ordered. I opened my mouth and he slid his soft dick into it. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Would he let me suck his dick, but before I could think too hard the stream started. It was fast and half of the piss went down my throat and the rest over my body. I had failed.

I looked up at him felling ashamed. ‘Don’t worry, my boy, I didn’t expect you to get it right the first time’ he said while picking me up. He got a wet towel and rubbed my body sensually wiping the pee from my chest. The touch of his hands was making my dick strain I the cage.

He took my hand and walked me to his living room. He sat me down on the sofa. It felt good to sit. I felt tired but was worried I wouldn’t sleep with all the events of the day. He sat down beside me. He looked at me kindly but also with authority.

You look tired, but will you be able to sleep. I can give you a Xanax. If you need help sleeping I can give you one’. It was almost like he read my mind. I nodded and he walked away. I got a glimpse of his ass in his black sweat pants. Again my dick hardened desperately against the cage.

His back was amazing, runner up to his front but a tough competition. His ass was like two perfect globes bouncing up and down as he walked. He knew I was watching, of course he knew I was watching.

He came back with a red pill and an empty glass. I thought these pills were blue like my balls will be soon but I had never taken one before and figured maybe Russia was different. I took it from his hand he left his fingers to linger for a few seconds.

He removed his dick from his pants again and pointed it towards the glass. He pissed into it filling about half the glass. He offered it to me. I sighed reached out and took the glass, he gave my fingers a slight touch as I did it. I swallowed the pill and put the empty glass on the table.

He sat on the sofa with his back against the arm. He raised his feet and sat them on my naked caged covered lap. The taste of his piss was weird, I felt humiliated but also transfixed. This guys is unbelievably hot I was starting to bend to his will without him even trying.

‘You can massage my feet as you wait for it to kick in I’ve had a long day’. I didn’t hesitate; I ran my fingers over his feet. He flinched slightly as if I had tickled him. I took a firmer approach and started to run my fingers in circles under the sole of his feet. 

They are so smooth and soft. He closed his eyes as the massage continued. His eyes closed made him even more beautiful. I’d love to watch him sleep, like a little angel. The way his fringe falls over his face is almost inhumanely pretty.

I started to feel tired and my eyes became heavy. I slowly drifted off to the land of nod, for a deserved sleep. I tried to concentrate on his feet, so nice to hold. I didn’t want this moment to end, I wish I could do this for a thousand years.

As I was about to reach the threshold of sleep, he pulled his feet from my lap. He got on top of me straddling me. I looked up at him, our eyes met. He brought his lips close to mine. I was so tired I couldn’t move. He brought them past my lips and whispered once gain in my ear.

‘In the third part of this story, there is going to be a twist you will never see coming, my boy’ and I fell asleep happy and confused. If you would like to send feedback please do to [email protected].

My Kik is derekhello33. You guys should check out the Artenmystery profile, I haven’t being directed to do this by him in any sort of profit based scheme but he has given me permission. I’m just a guy who has a crush.

Check out his profile if you like: https://www.gaydemon.live/artenmystery/

Also stay safe during this zombie apocalypse, talk with loved ones on zoom and social distance in accordance with guidelines from your local authorities. 75% of you guys are slaves so do what you guys fantasise about and obey the rules.

Check out my pornhub account too if you like. Just a few videos of a session I had with a master recently. Enjoy https://www.pornhub.com/users/kfasslave/videos I wish it was Arten who I did this with.