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Spiderboy's Halloween -5- Business opportunities
As Nerd, or more precise, Master, as he wanted to be called now, had summoned me over to his place, I immediately did what he had taught me, showered, gave myself a douche, and hurried to get over to his place, as usual in one of the tight and lewd outfits he provided for me. I had to be really careful to hide the stuff from Mom or Dad , and make sure no one of my family or neighbors saw me in them, or I would be busted, so I usually wore some baggy jogging suit on top of the outfit. I just had to make sure I took the jogging suit off before I met Nerd, the Master, or he would executed a punishment on the spot.
Today I had taken my suit off early enough and hid it carefully, before I drove my bicycle into Nerd's street. I knew he had spy cams placed even on some lampposts a block away, and I knew I was doomed if he saw me wearing more than my the tight short shorts and the much too small tank top he had told me to put on today.
He opened the door wide, grinning as he greeted an older neighbor who mowed his lawn on the other side of the street. I knew the neighbor had seen me, and his eyes bugged out as if he wanted to come over and fuck me on the spot.
Nerd knew how to play with the audience, and he held me back as I wanted to walk in, and his hand was on my ass while he turned me to his neighbor to introduce myself.
Nerd whispered words into my ear, words I had to repeat for the man:
“ Yes sir it's hot.. yeah.. that why I like to wear light. Yes sir I am on schools team, athletics, yes sir.. yeah ..you saw me before, I am sure..perform .. uhm ..yes perform ..i like to perform for an audience.....”
Nerd made me use lewd words, and I knew he loved to see me squirm while his neighbor got hotter and hotter.
Right before the man evidently considered to come over, he stopped the conversation with the words:
“ I am sorry Mr. Jones, but my friend and I need to get going. He really needs a hard workout, right, buddy?”
I nodded since I did not know what he wanted to hear, and he closed the door right in front of the neighbors eyes, leaving him alone .
Nerd told me, smiling malicious: “ Your last videos were a huge success, and a studio sent me some material to watch . They want me to consider if you are ready for more filming.”
As he had lead me to the basement home cinema, he told me to get my dick hard for him. Without stripping my sexy outfit, as he pointed out. I did not know I was filmed again, as always. He used all the footage he could get and edited really profitable clips and web shows. Profitable for him, that much was clear.
As the screen filled with the first video, I must admit I was shocked. A sexy actor my age, nicely muscled and well hung, was abused by several other actors. He was helplessly tied up and the men worked him with something like cattle prods . The hung, well muscled boy was in heavy pain, or maybe he was an exceptionally good actor, since he screamed and struggled very real, showing all the right reactions at the most perfect timing.
The Nerd explained, while selecting the next video clip, that boys, struggling at hard electrocutions, were right now on high demand. Pervs all over the world paid huge sums to see a real boy under some hard treatment. The next boy on screen again struggled and screamed, and the Nerd pointed out the way he was hooked up to a device by using a penis probe, a cock ring and some electrodes on him.
“ He looks like you, my helpless toyboy” he chuckled nasty, while he started to pinch my nipples . I knew I was helpless and in his clutches till he or the paying audience got tired of me.
He clicked on the remote and the next clip showed a boy tied up, with a gag in his mouth, and a penis cage holding his dick down. He was unblemished, and had a defiant stance.
Nerd again clicked and chuckled as I gasped. The boy now did not stand proud, but his eyes watered, and his ass was full of red welts, sticking out in a nice crisscross pattern, as Nerd pointed out. The boy sobbed as one man asked him something I could not understand, and nodded, giving in. I knew they had broken him.
My Master, the Nerd, stopped his sick presentation for a minute and explained: “ I am not really convinced to give you to such a studio, but at least they would use your best skills... “ -he chuckled nasty again- ” and make sure anybody sees that muscled body and those sexy naive features of your face.”
The screen now showed a boy in a much more sophisticated set, something looking like a science fiction movie of sorts. A blond boy was trapped in a weird machine, and an older man watched him as the machine worked the boy over.
Nerd clicked, and the next picture showed almost the same, just with a slight difference:
I did not see if it was a post production trick or real sparks moved all over the body of the young actor, but his muscled cramped, and his impressive cock pumped out a huge cum shot. Nerd giggled openly and I realized I was sitting on the edge of my seat, since I had scooted forward in pure surprise, and openly admired the sexy boy with the big dick.
“Is this real, or just AI animation?” I asked, and Nerd answered on the spot: “ All real, what did you think?” He smiled wicked as he said: “But for now we had enough fun watching TV, it's time for you to meet a client, my boy!”
I was shocked, since I somehow had forgotten what the Nerd, my new master, had made me doing over the past few weeks. Watching those hardcore porn films had distracted me from reality for a moment and I had not even realized that my cock was hard as steel and oozed precum into the tight Lycra shorts he made me wear.
I flinched only briefly as my master had told me to kneel, and as he opened the door to let a man in, I had already given in again. Master had the power to tell me what to do, and he knew it. I would serve the man's every whim.
It did not take many words to make clear what the man wanted. Seemingly rich and by no doubt powerful, he had paid for his afternoon delight, and he simply lifted my head with a finger under my chin, and I saw a fat dick, hard and already sticking out of the man's expensive trousers. He did not have to use much power as he pushed into my mouth, and as my full lips closed around his shaft he moaned low. He started to facefuck me while Nerd watched, and I heard a few words they exchanged.
“He's well trained” The man almost grunted, “ Too well trained for my liking. I like them more spirited, I told you I wanted to break him in!”
I was distracted. Getting face fucked like this was nothing I would have done just a few weeks ago, but now I was so good I could not fulfill this mans fantasy? I lost my concentration for a second, and the man's fat dickhead caught me off guard as he pushed deep into my throat and I had no time to relax. I coughed, choked, and out of instinct I used my hands to try and push him off me. I heard Nerd chuckle nasty as he remarked: “ See, not so well broken in, huh? He needs a firm hand !” and I heard the man grunt, now deeper and more guttural, while he forced his cock all the way into my mouth and down my throat. I trashed and struggled, out of pure survival instinct now, and the man overpowered me and moaned in pure sexual ecstasy as my throat muscles massaged and milked his dick. He pulled out panting, and as I regained my senses and realized I had almost made him cum after only 5 minutes of the time he had bought me, I looked down again, not looking forward to what might be his plans for the afternoon.
I heard Nerd in a cheerful voice: “ Lets see what the playroom has in store, will you? Boy, follow us!”
The next room was outfitted with a sling, with a low bench with lined up dildos, with a x-shaped cross and shelves full of toys, like dildos, whips, cuffs and several devices I had never seen. The man slowly checked out the assorted toys, and like a kid he touched several of them, till he had a rope with a few balls hanging off it in his hands. I actually had no idea what that chain of balls might do, but the man playfully pulled the rope while he held the last ball, and the balls somehow connected and made a solid, rigid rod. I knew he had chosen the first toy he wanted to use, and as he told me to lay back in the sling, I knew what the man wanted to do.
Soon I was tied up helplessly, my legs open to give him easy access to my ass and my throbbing cock and heavy nuts. He fondled my privates and smiled down at me: “ Look who is all excited!”
He made sure I watched as he pulled the string tight again so the sloppy chain of balls would connect to a rigid rod, like a thick, ripped dildo. He chuckled in delight and complemented Nerd: „Good choice. You don't like your little buddy too much, right?“ With that he pushed ball after ball into my ass, forced them into my tight ass ring, made me grunt, then whimper.
I whimpered as the man pushed more and more balls into my ass, and once in a while pulled the rope to form the rigid rod inside my intestines. The man carefully watched my tight abs to see the movements inside of me, and chuckled nasty as he saw how my flat stomach with the marvelous six pack moved.
„Looks like an alien will eat its way out of you, right? Look up, see what i see?“
I was helplessly laying back in the sling, cuffed with arms and legs wide open, in the mercy of a madman, while I tried to lift my head and look at my stomach, as I was told to do. The man saw my wide open eyes, the eyes of the boy he had paid for to work over, and pulled the rope, and as I screamed and my eyes flew open wide, the man screamed of laughter. „Look, the alien!“ As he pointed at the bulge in my stomach. He made the string of balls go soft again, pulled it to go rigid, soft, rigid, and while he seemed to replay a childhood fantasy of me eaten alive by an alien monster inside my stomach, I almost passed out from the wild, weird, and all too painful sensations. After some time he let the chain of balls slide out of me, and the pure sensation of the pressure released made me grunt, this time in some type of helpless delight. My dick was still solid as steel, and the man fondled it as he complemented me:
“You are by far the best pain pig I worked over, by far!”
He uncuffed me and made me bend over a bench, just to cuff me again. I knew I was far from being done with, and as I felt the man's fingers open my ass, I knew what would come next.
This time he did not take much time. He was horny, and he wanted to play out all his fantasies. His fist entered my ass in no time. I was well prepared by the chain of thick anal beads, and he soon pumped his arm in and out. He had not taken off his shirt or his pants, simply had his cock stick out of this fly and had his sleeve rolled up. He wanted to work me over hard, maybe as a revenge he had not been able to serve to a tormentor in his past. Now I, the athlete, the dumb but sexy boy, the epitome of high school jock, was the object of his desire.
Nerd watched, sitting back in the room he had outfitted with high tech screens and computers. He could see all the camera feeds at once, he taped all of the pervy actions taking place to edit a nice film full of the lewdest fantasies his client came up with. The man's face would never be seen, since the client wanted to be able to watch the video online, knowing not only him but the whole world saw what he did to punish the sexy jock he worked over. I had no idea about this plans, but the film would show my full face, screaming, grunting, pleading for mercy, sucking dick like a good sub queer would, conquered by the now rich and powerful man who was the object of a jock's abuse so many years ago.
The Nerd smiled as he checked a poll. While the boy went through the education, the ordeal was broadcasted worldwide in certain websites. The boy was of legal age, and no one made him do what he did. A least not openly. The subscribers to the websites gave comments, tipped and even voted for the best performances, filling Nerd's accounts. He knew they all could guess none of it would be voluntarily in real, and it added to their perverted pleasure to watch me sweat and grunt.
As the man pulled his fist out of my now wide open ass, I knew I better concentrated on tightening the ass ring again, and quick. I heard him mock me, comment how poor my performance had been:
“Listen boy, I thought an athlete like you would be much better trained, but you are nothing but a sloppy whimp, all facade, no real muscles!” I heard a hissing sound, and felt a burning sensation as a whip connected to my hot skin. Soon I screamed again, and struggling I tightened my muscles till he was satisfied .
He fingered my ass again, this time with only one finger, and chuckled nasty: “Very good, you recovered quickly! About time to breed your cute little ass, don't you think?”
I knew I better gave him the fuck of his life, and I tried to concentrate to make my ass the best fucking feeling he would ever get, but he surprised me again. I heard the hiss and felt the sting before I realized he would not fuck me right now, but lived out another fantasy, as he started to whip me again, this time starting with my ass, but also working my back, legs, and even hitting my exposed nuts once or twice, making me scream and trash and sweat some more.
As he pushed his dick into my ass, all was over in a flash. He was by now much too horny to last long, and seeded me in no time. He pushed in, fucked a few times, and came grunting. I did not really realize him filling me with sperm, and he pulled out, spat out some obscenities, and left.
Nerd came back and untied me. He was a businessman after all, but he was not cruel. He always was true to his word.
“ You did good boy, and now you might want to take a long relaxing shower and get rid of that raging hardon, what do you think?” I did not even remotely think about the fact that he would tape and sell the shower scene as well, and as I worked my overly aroused cock Nerd watched again on screen.
As I was done and had toweled my sore muscles dry, he presented my jogging suit I thought I had taken off secretly. He had known were I had hidden it, and while the man had worked me over Nerd had retrieved it. He did not give me undies though, and my dick almost obscenely flopped around as I followed Nerd into the kitchen were he made me drink some orange juice.
“ We can't let you get dehydrated, right?” he asked chuckling, while he watched me drink the juice he had carefully laced with several powerful chemicals again. I soon would feel refreshed, full of power, and my brain would have a hard time to decide if the session was pleasure, or pain. The sex drugs in the juice would make sure I was hard as steel again by the time I would arrive home, and while I would jerk off two or three times, the sensations of the afternoon would start to burn themselves deeply into my brain, as the hottest encounters a sexy jock like me would get. I had no idea, but Nerd wanted me to be craving to be abused, he wanted me to plead him to find men to work me over hard. He was right in the middle of a deep brainwashing process, and I had no idea about it.
I was doomed, I just did not have realized it fully.
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