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Spiderboy's Halloween -6- A slow process
I woke up in the middle for the night, sweating, my dick hard and tenting the thin sheet that covered my body. It was still warm, even now at 4 o'clock in the morning, and I slept with my window open, while the sun slowly started to creep up over the horizon, already beginning to wake up the birds and bees.
I heard the noises of the new day, heard the first animals start to wake up and call for their mates.
I pushed the sheet off me, and without thinking I started to slowly rub my dick, letting my hands roam over my muscles. I was hot and horny , and a voice I seemed to hear in my head told me I needed to be used. By now I knew what I had dreamt as I woke up , and my fingertips were stirring up the puddle of cum my cock had spewed out in an explosion I could not control in the aftermath of a vivid dream.
I knew it had been just a dream, but I craved the feelings. As I said, I knew I needed to be used.
My dick was still hard as steel, and since it was way to early to get up yet, I scooped up some of my cum, licked it off my fingers, and worked my still swollen dick without thinking. I used some more of my cum to coat my hardon, slick it up to make it shine. It felt good to jerk, and somehow I knew my Master's voice had given me an order to do so.
Deep in me, I waited for my Master to interfere more, tell me what to do, but then again, a small part of my conscious mind realized what I just had thought. This small part of me wanted to fight, but soon I knew I better gave Master what he wanted, as my pure lust took over again and waved those doubts away like flies buzzing around me.
A new tidal wave of lust washed away my thoughts, and I had no idea how perfectly my body was displayed in the cameras Nerd had installed. He knew that somewhere in the world paying pervs would be awake, no matter what time of the day it was, and I, drugged and full of primitive cravings, gave them a perfect show.
By now I was under constant supervision. If I was sleeping, showering, working out in my gym in the garage, the cameras constantly filmed me, and men, like creepy predators, watch my every move.
I somehow felt the urge to display myself. Master had given me a certain order, deeply embedded in my mind, to display my hot, young, muscled body as open as I could. I had no idea he just wanted to create lewd scenarios he could videotape, but the subliminal triggers worked all the time. He was fully aware of that, knew I would flaunt my round bubble butt in tight shorts or take of my already very revealing shirts of in the most inconvenient circumstances, but he did not care. I was by now deeply brainwashed, basically a Ken-doll , a Himbo, a Sex object, and I had embraced my new role, even though I had no idea about it.
While the sun slowly started to shine, I was still in bed, rubbing my cock again to it's full hardness. I did not know I was under the watchful eyes of cameras, and I closed my eyes and a shiver ran over me as I imagined how some stranger would look into my window, ready to push it open, climb in and take advantage of me. I gave a display of young male sexiness, a forbidden fruit ready to be picked, a toy in need to be used. I did not even openly think about something like this, but my well drugged brain was not more than a dark room full of demons I was readily awaiting.
My cock was oozing precum like a faucet again, and I slowly edged myself to the next, well needed, orgasm.
Without thinking I turn around, laying down on my stomach, felt my dick hump the mattress. I did not decide to show off my ass and muscled back, but something deep in me told me I needed to bring on a good show.
Like before, in my sleep, I gave the always watching cameras a perfect display of my well formed back, by now moving in the all too well known moves, my muscles displayed as I was fucking my bed as if I was fucking some tight ass.
I had no idea, but thousands of men watched my perfect ass and imagined to lick it, rim it, fuck it , fist it.
As the sun went higher and bathed my room in it's warming rays, I started to glisten in sweat. My soft unblemished skin was perfectly displayed, and men all over the world, and a few women, lingered in the dark of the internet to catch me, watch me, use me to feed their deepest perversions. Some were rich enough to contact the webmaster, the Nerd, to produce a fantasy for me to fulfill, a scene for me to play , a display of myself going through all the unspeakable acts of self abuse those men and women craved to see.
Nerd had provided plenty of toys for me to use. Awake, I did not even know those toys were there, well hidden in a box in my walk in closet, but in trance, deeply inside the drug induced fantasy world, I perfectly knew were to find the sex toys, the lewd tools to work myself over and over again , to fulfill the perviest demands of Nerd's clients.
I had no idea of the perfectly hidden little speaker Nerd had installed under my mattress, a little speaker hooked into my WiFi system, submitting whispered orders directly in my sleeping, wide open subconscious mind.
Once I woke up cuffed to the bed , a cock cage around my swollen dick, having no idea how this was possible.
Waking up just on cue I panicked under the leering eyes of the viewers, struggled helplessly against the binds of the leather straps around my wrists, and after a helpless fight against those cuffs I gave in, accepted my fate, and my swollen dick, incarcerated in it's golden cage, came hard, without anyone touching it, spewing out a copious amount of hot white semen. The orgasm was somehow another trigger, and I fell in a deep hypnotic sleep, just to open the trick cuffs I had put on to myself earlier without even realizing it, just like a sleepwalking sex doll under the spell of a powerful magician.
Nerd had perfectly groomed me by drugs, hypnotic orders, and, after the initial shock of the multiple rapes during that fateful Halloween night , the brainwashing that form my mind.
He had perverted fun to collect the audience' ideas, added his own little whims, and created new sensational sessions, starring me, for any new show I was giving.
In some I starred with my eyes open, fully aware what he put me through. Those were the most erotic shows, often given right in the middle of my gym, but some needed more sophisticated set-ups, and he called me over to his place, or a studio he meanwhile had set up from the money my shows made for him.
There was one set were Nerd had booked a well known porn star to work me over. The muscular man had been the specific order by a high paying client, who wanted to see his long time hero working me over.
After showing up at the front door of a rundown warehouse, somewhere in the old parts of town, Nerd had ushered me in and smiled while I took off the already almost nothing I wore to ride my bicycle over here.
Nerd always made sure I was making the most waves I could, displaying my tight body in the tightest, sexiest, skimpiest garments , and today I was wearing what was one of his favorite outfits, an old, tight, much too small cutoff jeans he had given me, cut so small it could not fully handle my junk and round ass. I was always on the edge of being arrested for public display, and Nerd evidently loved to see my humiliation when he made me come to his place, fully conscious. Some times he did not trigger any of those deeply implanted hypnotic orders, so I was well aware of the things I had to do for him, and he seemed to like this from time to time.
Today it was one of those times. I showed up by the door of the warehouse, was told to strip outside, in full view of a camera by the door and anyone who would walk by at random, and was ushered in blushing so red as if I was about to explode.
My co-star, the man the client wanted to see in the video, was dressed in very tight, very revealing leather, and soon I found myself bent over, helplessly grunting as he inserted a thick metal plug into my ass.
The client paying for today's video had certain, perfectly specified wishes, and Nerd simply followed a script.
The man in leather had inserted a plug with a tail of sorts, and I had to shake my ass to the cameras, giving the tail a nice wiggle. My face clearly showed my impotent abhorrence, but the porn star in his leather simply said some lines he was asked to deliver, like “ Don't sweat it, bitch boy, I know you like to be used!” and other lines he was clearly told to say.
It did not take long before the scene was near it's end, as the leather man had outfitted me completely, put a noose around my neck to make me stand up straight, wearing a dogdog collar as well, and he jerked my fat, swollen dick into the cameras.
I was made to write something on the blackboard just before, and the set of a strange classroom was certainly a part of the perverted clients hidden past, a scene he wanted to created to serve his deepest whims.
After the leather man had made me cum, grunting and struggling, almost gagged by the noose around my neck as my knees wanted to buckle at my powerful cum shot, he had let go of the rope and bend me over the teacher' desk for some hard whipping. I screamed under the merciless blows of a little leather whip, making my ass glow red.
The man tormenting me was not just an actor the client liked, he also was really into fucking tight boy ass, and therefore he had pulled out the plug with the tail and now used the stinging blows of the whip to make me muscles tighten again.
He already oozed precum and only gave me a brief moment to lick his dick, coat it with saliva, before he slid his fuckstick into my still tight boy ass. Just lubed with a thin layer of my saliva his dick was not really slick and gave him a perfect sensation as he forced my butt open, made me relax under his assault to my ass ring, and while I screamed, he grunted in pure, rampant passion, delivering a show to the client that fulfilled the deepest desires of the man who had ordered the video.
In the end, and after some painfully long minutes of the hardest fuck, he delivered a load all over my round ass, coating my fucked out sphincter and my red, glowing ass cheeks with a glazing of hot sperm.
He even held a little camera and filmed right inside my wide open, gaping hole, used the leather whip again like a expert to hit my sensitive behind several times more, and while I screamed, my muscles reacted and I clamped my ass shut again.
I did not know if this was his own idea, or a well planned part of the script, but he commented the tightening of my sphincter sneering nasty. “ Good girl, close that cunt, we don't want my precious milk to seep out, right?”
With that he simply walked out, and I realized my work was done. I looked around, still blushing crimson red, looking for a towel or something else to wipe his cum off my ass before dressing, but there was nothing. Covered in sweat, I decided to use my own tight tank top.
I was fully aware what just had happened, even though I did not really know who had sent me here , or how I had found the address of the place in the first place.
And Nerd, watching form afar, chuckled nasty as he, once more, had led me deeper into the darkness of my own doom.