Blackmailed Ch. 02

All participants are over 18.

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I groaned as Drew pushed me over the back of my couch and yanked my sweatpants down. With my bare ass open to him, he unzipped and let out his wood. He gave it a couple of tugs as he spat on my asshole. He spread the saliva around my anus with the tip of his cock, letting it mix with his pre-cum. When he felt like I was lubed enough, he put his hands on my shoulders and thrust the glans of his penis through my sphincter, burying his cock up to the hilt in my ass. I moaned with pleasure as the intruding cock sawed in and out of me.

Drew never lasted long, but I was sometimes lucky enough to come before he did. I was so well turned out a fag that ass-fucking alone could make me blow my load.

I thought back to the epic destruction of my old life and my initiation into life as a gay cum-whore.

My former co-worker, Mitch, took some nude photos of me when I was changing in the locker room. He threatened to expose my one-inch dick to the world if I didn't do as he said. I had a hard time getting a date already; if the size of my cock was made public knowledge, I'd never get laid. So I agreed to meet him in a dusty, abandoned arena the next night. Mitch had set and lit the stage. He ordered me to undress before his many cameras. I hesitated of course, but I took a chance that if I did as he said, he'd destroy the pictures and at least keep the video private. Once I was nude, Mitch instructed me to perform sex acts with him and six other men and God help me, I did it. After what seemed like hours, my mouth and my ass had been taken more than a dozen times each and I jacked their cocks off a number of times. I myself came more times than I can remember. I was covered in semen and laying in a puddle of it when Mitch made me say my name to the camera and say I gave consent for everything he and his friends had done to me. Well, technically, it was true; I had a choice. I stood up and faced the camera, dripping with cum from head to toe. To my puzzlement I was still deeply aroused and possessed by a strange pride in my humiliation. I shouted far more at the camera than I should have done.

"I give consent! I give my irrevocable consent to every real man to take my mouth or my ass anytime, anywhere, forever!"

Mitch, of course, could not be trusted. Not only did he release the nude pictures of me online, but he also posted a slick, well-edited video of my cum-whoring session. While Mitch and his friends are only seen from the neck down, and therefore are anonymous in the video, my face and body appear in every glorious shot. Highlights include the spit-roast in which I sucked a cock while my ass was ridden; me blowing every one of the guys; and me licking semen off my hands and arms, even off the floor itself.

Mitch was either handy with computers or knew someone who was. He had the savvy to hack my e-mail and social media and send a link to the video to everyone I had in my contacts. He also sent it to everyone at work. For good measure, he posted it on Pornhub, where the video soon went viral. I had gone from being nobody to being notorious.

I wasn't idle when this happened. I went to the police and spoke to a detective whose ongoing investigation into the legality of the video includes occasionally dropping by and dropping one in my ass. After about a dozen of my co-workers took my recorded consent at face value, I went to the Human Resources director and ended up sucking his cock. I left his office with cum in my face and hair. I had just enough pride left to quit that job, but that left me in a rough position. I was able to argue my corporate employers into giving me a severance package, but I have been living on that for months and I'm nearly out of money.

Presently, Drew began to pant very distinctively as he always did when he got close to coming. His thrusts were harder and deeper, stimulating my prostate and sending shudders through my bowel. Drew cried out and I moaned as I came all over my couch. I shivered under Drew's leaning bulk. He pulled out of me and as always, I knelt down and licked his cock clean. He zipped up.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Drew said cheerfully as he picked up his mailbag and left to continue his route. A minute later, he was back. "I almost forgot. Here's your mail."

I thanked him, closed the door as he left and looked at the envelopes. Credit card bills, utility bills. Hmm... one item stood out as something different. There was no return address but my name and address were written with calligraphic flare. What would this be? A family reunion or wedding? I certainly would not attend. My family was less than supportive of me after my video came out. My parents weren't even speaking to me. I ripped the envelope open, full of curiosity.

It was an old-fashioned letter.

The stationery was classy and bore the address of The Pleasure Palace. It was in the big city an hour away, but I had never heard of it. The first part of the letter explained that The Pleasure Palace was possibly the world's premier destination for adults seeking sexual adventure and satisfaction. It described facilities that catered to men and women, gay and straight, young and old and offered a repertoire of pleasuring services that would appeal to anyone's desires.

The second part of the letter concerned me directly.

"You have come to our attention as an individual with an extraordinary skill-set and, thanks to your video, as a star in your own right and in your own field. Are you appreciated by your current employer? We can assure you that your stamina, your potency and your enthusiasm would be treasured at The Pleasure Palace. As a celebrity cocksucker and fuck toy, you would be a beacon for attracting new business to our establishment. In exchange, we are prepared to offer you a competitive wage (shift premiums and overtime apply) and a comprehensive benefits package and you can begin immediately. Any gratuities left for you by customers would be exclusively your own."

Okay, so it was not exactly an old-fashioned letter, but it was a job opportunity. I would be paid at The Pleasure Palace for what I was currently giving away at home. Could I do it? There was no shame to overcome; the widespread release of Mitch's video saw to that. What about the work itself? Sucking cock and taking it up the ass all day, wearing a fresh coat of cum... My cock was twitching at the idea.

What have I got left to lose?

I called the number on the letter and spoke to the Recruitment Manager of The Pleasure Palace.

"Great to hear from you," he said. We discussed some of the details and I mentioned that I was not sure about the job. He sweetened the pot by offering me a trial period: if anything bothered me about the job, I could just walk away. For the week-long trial, the company would put me up in a fancy hotel. I agreed and accepted the job offer. My start date was the next day.

I'll say this, The Pleasure Palace was a solid outfit. The building itself was a restored theatre and somehow it added class to the earthy action inside. The Recruitment Manager showed me around the establishment. There was a long bar and the hall of the theatre itself faced a stage which could not help but remind me of the arena stage where Mitch humiliated me. There were several chambers where various sexual needs were gratified ranging from fetish to BDSM. Then there were the gloryholes.

I felt excited by the surroundings and the writhing forms within. I knew I could do this.

After the tour, we signed all the pertinent paperwork. I was now an employee on a trial basis. My shift was six p.m. to two a.m. and I was welcome to start today if I wished.

I did. My first assignment was the gloryholes. There were no uniforms for my position and clothes weren't very practical, so I locked my civilian wear in a locker newly-assigned to me and skipped to my new work assignment with excitement. The only thing that made me self-conscious as I walked to the room was the exposure of my micro-dick, visible to every co-worker I met. Strangely, neither male nor female co-workers made any comment of my one-inch organ.

I arrived at Room One. It was a small room and everything was painted black, even the door. There were two gloryholes, each on opposite walls. Beside each gloryhole was a slot into a kind of mailbox, the tip collector. On the wall opposite the door, there was a heavy plate-glass window. I saw that there was a little private booth on the other side and space for two observers to sit or stand. So sometimes I would have an audience. My cock twitched at the thought.

It was six o'clock. Time to begin.

I heard action on the other side of the walls. There was a shuffle of feet and then a cock came through one of the holes. It was a big affair and it was black. I leaned in and closed my mouth over the glans of this impressive specimen and immediately began to massage the penis with my tongue.

I felt my own one-incher vibrate in excitement. Very soon, a drop of pre-cum joined my cock to the floor. I liked the gloryhole! I still felt like the true submissive that I am, but I was also cognizant of the power I held in the situation. The power to give pleasure. That turned me on as much as anything did.

I rocked back and forth against the cock, sucking him. I added my hands to the mix, grabbing the base of his shaft and pumping him into me. I heard him groaning through the wall and then he let out a great moan. I felt the flood over my tonsils and I swallowed him with joy. I licked him to completion and cleaned him up with my tongue and then bid farewell to my first black cock. I was pleased and surprised when twenty-five bucks fell through the slot in the wall and landed in the tip collector.

By now, another cock was waiting on the other side of the room. I stood up, stretched and crossed the room. There were two watchers in the observation booth now. I wondered if they were my supervisors watching me to grade my performance. If so, I didn't want to give cause for complaint. Without hesitation, I assumed the cocksucker position before my second cock of the day.

I took it in and tantalized it with my mouth. I had popped off my first cock in a matter of three or so minutes. Management was fine with that; get them in, get them out. I wanted to take more time with this one though, just for me. I licked the length of the shaft and caught the little pearl of pre-cum at its tip. I used the sticky fluid to lubricate my lips. I went down on him with everything I had, but slowly. I took him all the way to the back of my throat. The smell of his pubic bush was intoxicating. My own penis continued to ooze just as my mouth watered. I rocked my head back and forth and over a period of five minutes or so I gradually increased speed. He was moaning on the other side of the wall and then I heard him say, "Take it, Bitch" and we both came together. My cum spurted against the wall in a single burst.

I dutifully continued cleaning my client's cock, but my eyes turned to the observation booth. Had they seen me come? What did they think back there? It was too dark to make out any faces or details. Well, they hadn't seen much yet.

As the hours passed, I continued to service the cocks that came through the holes. There were big ones and little ones, one even as small as my own. I served black and white and brown. I let a few of them fuck me; two of them even came in my ass. Every once in a while, I turned to look at the observation booth. As I happened to see some shadows shuffle out and others shuffle in, I realized that my employers were charging for the privilege of watching a famous cocksucker at work. They were determined to exploit my reputation to shore up their already-thriving business. And they were paying me handsomely for it.

Eight hours passed before I knew it. My jaw was sore and my tongue was tired, but I had managed my workload with relative ease and considerable satisfaction. I think I came six times.

The next day, I was at work on schedule and once more assigned to the gloryholes. I didn't mind at all, especially when my manager told me that the second half of my shift would be something different but familiar. He gave me a wink.

I got dozens of cocks off during the first half of my shift, but I consciously avoided coming myself. I had a feeling I might want to have some juice for whatever was coming later on.

After lunch break, I reported to my manager. "Today, you're the star of a different show. No holes barred. Ten men."

After working the gloryholes, ten men didn't seem like so many as all that. I little suspected that my manager, who had worked himself up the ladder out of the gloryholes, had a rare eye for talent. These men had stamina and cum by the bucket.

My role was centre stage in the great old theatre. The stage was far from the seats in the back, so there were cameras and a big screen for the audience to get an enlarged view of the action.

I knelt naked on a sports mat, listening to the crowd on my first public show. Some jeered at my tiny cock, but it was surprising how many people there cheered me as if I was a star. My outing had made me something of a celebrity in some circles, more like notorious in others. Here though, I was a man who lived out their own fantasies without inhibitions.

Ten naked men joined me on the stage. My video was so popular with this crowd that my employers found it worth their while to reproduce the spectacle with an even ten men. I reflected how different this time was than my first, when I felt so scared and exposed. In the present, exposure was not a very potent threat to the shreds of my reputation.

I was also horny and my ass was hungry.

The first of the men to approach me appeared to have been cast in the equivalent of Mitch's role. He ordered me to my knees and told me to get it on. I knew what he meant and took his stiffening penis in my mouth. The other men moved around me, careful not to block the audience view. Soon several of their cocks were out and another man had me eating his ass. Then they passed me man-to-man, making me suck their cocks, their fingers and their toes, lick their asses and armpits. This went on for a while and my senses were afire with these unfamiliar tastes and scents. These new humiliations, like my old ones, just turned me on more.

We soon got serious. The leader bent me over, lubed us up and penetrated my ass with his cock in one deep thrust. I could have come from that alone, and I barely held back as he fucked me in front of an audience that looked like five hundred people or more. Another man came over and fed his cock into my face. I moaned with pleasure and delight. There must have been a hidden mic near me, because my sighs were amplified for the audience. I can tell you it's a sexy feeling to hear yourself in passion as you're being ass and face-fucked.

The men came at the same time. They repositioned me so I was lying face up on the sports mat. Then they finished themselves off and sprayed their cum all over me from face to abdomen. When they were finished, I licked them clean and dry before a third man inserted himself in my mouth. A fourth lifted my legs up to expose my ass. He had no trouble entering me; the previous man had stretched me quite sufficiently.

I reached out with my hands, flapping them like wings. Guys five and six got the hint. Anyone who saw my original video knew that my blackmailers didn't content themselves with fucking my orifices. The men filled my fingers with their swelling members and I began to gently pull at them. They were dry, so I reached down with my fingers and used sperm as lube. Judging by their groans, the guys didn't mind.

The fellow fucking my ass had a perfect cock. I marked him out for special interest. He hammered my ass for the audience and far from being put off, I was overwhelmed. I came hard, ejaculating my semen so that it hit my ass-fucker and landed on my belly. The audience, watching this on the magnification of the big screen, cheered.

After quite some time, a number of position changes and many orgasms from many men, the curtain finally fell on the show.

The guys who had been fucking me a few minutes ago surrounded my prone, cum-covered body and congratulated me. One of the guys freely admitted he couldn't take a pounding like I took. One of the publicity people buzzed around me with a camera, photographing me in my guise as a shameless cum-whore. Semen covered me from the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet. It hung in great strands off my face and jaw.

My manager came along and offered to walk me to the shower. I assumed that he really just wanted to get me alone to talk to me. We must have made a strange pair, him in business attire and me naked and drenched in cum.

We left the stage and the other performers and entered a service corridor. It was dark and deserted. My manager turned suddenly to face me, put hands on my sticky shoulders and slid down to his knees in front of me. My jaw fell open as he licked a wide trail of cum off my abdomen.

"I may be a manager now, but there are days when I miss the gloryholes..."

I inhaled deeply as he locked his mouth over my little strawberry of a cock.

"I have been wanting to do this since I saw your video. I have a fetish for small cocks. Always have, since the gloryhole days. For some reason, I can't leave little dicks alone..."

His tongue hadn't forgotten its training. He swirled the muscle around my glans with confidence and skill. All the while, semen dripped off my face and chest, landing in my pubic hair and on my cock. He lapped it all up with gusto. In fact, when that tongue was finished with me, I barely needed a shower.

So, the new job looks like it might work out. Management is agreeable and my talents are put to good use. And now that I've been on a while, I've been told that my show, which now runs three times a week, is their top act. There's so much demand to watch my submissive ass take cock, to watch my weak mouth eat dick, that the management is planning to release a "best of" video of my shows! And the best part is that I will get royalties from the video on top of the wages I was paid.

Now, only one thing bothers me. I may have seen my way to the other side of my humiliation, but I haven't forgotten about it or who did it to me. Mitch, you and your friends are on my list. I will take my time finding you and enacting just the right kind of revenge.