Blackmail of a straight boy

'I look like a fucking pathetic faggot slut...''Spreading my legs like some cheap whore''Why am I doing this shit''Why do I let him control me like this?'''Where did my life go so wrong??'

Mike thought all this with unimaginable disgust as he rewatched the video of him on some cheap, crappy motel bed; flexing his muscular arms, lifting his shirt to grope his abs and play with his nipples, hoisting his legs up into the air, pull off his briefs to show off his bubble butt while his finger gently stroked his smooth ass crevice...his hole, and begged to the camera, like he was some bitch in heat, to come to his motel room and give his ‘boypussy' the stuffing it deserves...

Watching the video of himself made him cringe, made him want to puke...a perfect indicator that the video was ready for upload...

Pride...self-worth...dignity all drained from his body as he pressed "publish" on his laptop and helplessly watched the upload bar fill up and up and up. He felt a wash of shame fell over him the moment the video went on the World Wide Web for all to see...

"I ain’t no faggot, so why the fuck am I doing this??

Mike often questioned why he was willingly doing this, but of course, the straight boy knew exactly why...

It was because of his Master-his sir-his, self-proclaimed, Owner. To this day, Mike had never met the cruel, sick bastard, and in a sense, Mike was damn grateful for that. Their relationship started when Mike got a random text from a random number. At first, Mike thought nothing of it, but when he opened the link and watched the video, his jaw almost dropped...it was a picture of him fucking some random ass girl that wasn’t his rich, super hot girlfriend. Almost instantly, Mike replied...

"How the fuck did you get this??""Delete it, NOW!!"

Mike was kept in suspense for nearly 30 minutes, it felt like a lifetime. But eventually, the boy got his first set of replies from his soon to be Master...

"I don’t think that’s your girlfriend, boy""Wonder what she’d think of this??""Bet she’d dump your pathetic ass""You know, her dad's a boxer, he’d probably beat ya to a pulp for messing with his little girl"

Mike was, understandably, panicking, he didn’t know what to, he honestly thought he was screwed, he didn’t know what he could do...until he received the next text, that would cement his fate...

"Listen, bitch, unless you want your girlfriend, and the entire fucking world, to know your nothing but a cheap boy whore then your do exactly what I say, follow every order, no matter what it is and your first order is to reply back to this message with 'yes, sir.' Understand, bitch??"

Mike so badly wanted to not give in, to stand his ground, but he honestly felt like he had no choice, that he was trapped, so with great reluctance he typed...

"Yes, sir"

That was his first mistake...

Mike’s orders, at first, were weird, perhaps a little twisted, but ultimately doable: take shirtless selfies, videos of him playing with his nips, videos of him working out in just his briefs. But very quickly, very rapidly they started to get more and more extreme; make a video of him jerking himself to orgasm, swallow his own load, finger his boy hole. It didn’t take long for Mike to get blinded with rage and text back “FUCK OFF, DISGUSTING FAGGOT!!” But when Mike response was a screenshot of his, fucking another girl, video with a 'public post’ button, underneath, along with the caption “sure you wanna test me, boy?” Mike soon learned he didn’t have a leg to stand on, and not even 20 minutes later, the helpless boy replied back with a clip of him jerking his beautiful boy bone to immense orgasm...the video ended with his torso glistening in his ball slime...and his “Master” simply responded with more degrading order.

“From tomorrow, I want to see daily videos of you training your hole with a dildo”“Before bed, you are to spend an hour edging. No cumming until I grant you permission”“You are now always to address me as, Master”“Do I make myself clear, bitch??”

But soon, Mike wasn’t no longer being blackmailed with his fucking video. It was every humiliating thing he was forced to send that fucker. It was no longer Mike trying to hide he was cheating on his girl. It was him trying to hide all the humiliating, gay acts he was performing daily. He might be 100% straight, but no one would believe him...not after seeing his videos, or his pics, or his text receipts.

To put it simply, Matt was screwed. To put it bluntly Mike was owned. He’d do whatever it takes, whatever’s necessary to maintain his image...which is why right now he stares at the video, that he uploaded, which advertises himself as a piece of cheap fuck meat...

His phone buzzed and before even looking Mike knew it was a text from his Master, giving him feedback on his latest upload.

“Nice video, slut slave. Your first client of the night is already on his way. Don’t disappoint me, bitch”

“Yes, Master” was Mike’s instinctive response, but this time he felt a burning need to push his luck “Master, I’ve been good, I’ve obeyed every order. Could we please stop this? I promise ire be good, Master.”

And yet all Mike was texted back was a video. A video of the night before. A video of a random stranger-an obest, bearded man in his late forties drilling deep in Mike's raw boy hole making him scream like a banshee, on the same dirty, motel bed...the video zoomed in on Mike's face when he made a horrified, unnatural expression as a geyser load of man cum, invaded the straight boy's guts...

“Shut the fuck up, faggot, get on the bed and assume the position, NOW!!” Was the follow up message.

“Yes, Master. Sorry, Master” Mike knew far better than to press the subject. He did exactly as was told. Stripped completely and jumped right onto the bed. He sighed as he looked longingly at his smooth hairless crotch before hoisting his legs back up to the hole...his boy hole fully exposed. Mike stayed like this, patiently waiting for the door handle to turn and the next man-the next client-the next sick pervert to walk in, and make him feel like some worthless slut.