Our protagonist is a young gay man with budding nympho and degradationist tendencies who grew up in a very religious, homophobic household. After the death of his father, the man becomes a camboy to pay rent. Paired with poor instincts and impulse control, he finds himself in an escalating situation where he’s more and more taken advantage of, coerced, and used. Eventually, he meets a viewer named Master Sergei who leads him ass-first into a world filled with depravity and sexual slavery.
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I am what Master Sergei calls a ‘pleasure boy’. I don’t have a name anymore, but my number is 0086. I now have the number tattooed to my inner thigh. I am the eighty-sixth pleasure boy Master Sergei has ever had working for him. Well, I don’t know if ‘work’ would be the right word. I don’t exactly get paid anymore. It’s more like I’m his slave. Okay so it’s exactly like I’m his slave. But I never used to be a sex slave. In fact, I used to be very prudish. It probably had something to do with my upbringing.
Let me start from the beginning. Back when I was in high school, my father was a preacher at our local church. He was very well respected. I was always taught that sex before marriage and masturbation were a sin and that I would go to Hell if I even thought about touching myself.
I knew from an early age I was gay and never dared tell my dad for fear of being rejected. My dad was very vocal about his hatred for ‘the fags’. For some reason I really loved when he’d yell at the fags that were on TV. He’d shout about how the filthy faggot degenerates were polluting the planet with their presence and how they were all sluts who blasphemed against God and they’d be tortured in Hell. He encouraged me to have the same attitude so I chimed in with insults of my own from time to time. Me and my dad bonded over our disgust of the fags.
You would think hearing such things from my dad toward me and my fellow gay individuals would make me hate my dad, or at least make me depressed. Well, I was depressed for a while, but I never hated my dad. He was my only parent and, in my eyes, he always spoke the truth. Faggots were filthy degenerates who were going to Hell. They were wonton sluts who should get AIDS and die. Stuff like that made me really sad when I had first realized I was gay, but over time it just became normal. My dad said something along those lines every day so it just was what it was. And then, over time, something changed inside me. Those hateful words began to make me horny. I can’t really explain it well, but being called such horrible things made me feel dirty and slutty…and made me really fucking hard.
That’s when I learned that being humiliated was a big turn on for me. I started joining anti-gay chat rooms just so I could hear people talk about me as if I were no better than garbage. Then I kind of came out. I didn’t come out to anyone I knew and I didn’t show my face, but I made a social media account with a picture of me from the neck down in very tight shorts. My backdrop was a pride flag.
I was surprised at how much love I got from other gay people. It was the first time I’d ever heard someone say something positive about being gay. That’s probably because I lived in a very small town and grew up homeschooled by a preacher.
Anyway, I loved the positive vibes that came my way almost as much as I loved the hate comments. People I didn’t even know where calling me homophobic slurs and telling me to go kill myself. Religious people I trusted, who believed in the same things I did, were telling me that I was a disgrace and a whore and that I should shove a grenade up my ass and do the whole world a favor.
Those comments made me so hard. I wanted to masturbate to them, but I couldn’t. If I wasn’t going to Hell for being gay, then I would definitely go for touching myself.
I honestly don’t know why verbal abuse turns me on so much. It’s not like I don’t believe what they’re saying, either. They’re religious like me, so what they say must be true. Even though I’d never had sex or even masturbated, I was still a slut. I was a filthy whore who was going to get AIDS and die young. My very existence is blasphemous and a stain on humanity. Just thinking about how loathsome I am makes me so hard my penis starts leaking precum.
I began taking more pictures of myself and sharing them online. In some pictures I didn’t even have a shirt on. At the time I thought pictures like that were ‘naughty pictures’. I wanted to be a little naughty. Nothing in the Bible said anything about pictures, after all. Now I know what true naughty pictures are. It makes me smile when I think back on how innocent I used to be.
Anyway, that’s around the time when my dad died. He got really sick and didn’t recover. I was just out of high school and planning to go to college when he died. I canceled my plans. My dad was going to pay my tuition and now that he was gone, I couldn’t afford it. I couldn’t afford to pay the mortgage on the house either. I moved out and got a small, cheap apartment in the bad part of town. I was working minimum wage at the local grocery store at the time and that barely covered rent.
I was really sad and stressed. For months after my dad’s death I lived off of sandwiches and cereal. Then my rent went up. I asked for a raise at work, but I hadn’t been there long enough. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have another place to go if I got kicked out of the apartment.
I began posting online about my situation. Most people were sympathetic and wished me well, but others told me I got what I deserved for being a filthy faggot. One person even hatefully told me to sell myself because that’s all I was good for anyway. I know he had been insulting me, but from the moment I read that comment a seed had been planted in my brain.
I didn’t want to actually have sex, because I was strongly against sex before marriage, but maybe there was something else I could do. I started entering gay chatrooms where I asked questions about such things. I learned that people paid money for pictures. Really naughty pictures. That was right up my alley and I made an account on a porn site straight away.
Once on the site, I posted pictures of myself in skimpy clothes I found at the thrift store. Then shirtless pictures. Soon people started asking for even naughtier pictures. They wanted to see me in my underwear. I took a lot of pictures of myself in my white briefs. The comments were divided. Some liked my pictures and others said I was a tease. The people who called me a tease asked to see my penis.
At first I told them no. I was really self-conscious about my penis. My dad’s had been really thick and long, but mine was so tiny. But the comments kept coming until someone said they’d pay me to post pictures of my ‘cock’ to the site. I asked how much. He said twenty bucks. To most people twenty bucks isn’t a lot of money, but for someone scared that they’d get kicked out of their apartment, a twenty for just a few pictures was a done deal.
The guy ended up paying me through the porn site and I took five pictures of my penis and posted them. I took some pictures of it flaccid and some hard. When the comments started rolling in they were all making fun of me for having a small dick. The things they said stung and I cried a lot that night, but they also made me hard.
I took more naked photos of myself, this time showing my small penis, and posted them. Some people gave me donations and others asked for even more pictures, pictures of me in the shower, spreading my butt cheeks, and some people even wanted pictures of my feet. I obliged, though some people wanted pictures that I refused to take. They wanted pictures of me masturbating. They wanted pictures of me with a sex toy up my butt. One of the people requesting pictures had the username MasterS145. This guy was ruthless when it came to hateful comments. Even when I hadn’t posted a new photo, he’d private message me every day at odd hours to tell me what a useless cunt I was and how my tiny prick meant I wasn’t a real man.
I loved getting comments from him and I would respond to every one. I told him that he was right and that I knew I was a useless faggot and would probably die of AIDS in some back alley. He told me that faggots like me were only good for getting fucked by real men and sucking cock. He said that if I were in the same room as him, he’d tie me up and rape my ass so hard it’d bleed. He’d dislocate my jaw so his thick cock could fit down my throat. Then he’d put my useless dick in chastity and mail the key to the middle of Siberia. I told him that his comments always made me want to touch myself, but that I couldn’t because it was a sin. Then he told me that I was the sin. I had never been more aroused.
Then he enlightened me. He told me that the best way a devil like me could repent and serve God was for me to devote myself body and soul to God. I told him I already was. MasterS145 said that I wasn’t doing enough. He said that he was a priest in his country and he spoke God’s word. He said that I should listen to him and do what he says from now on. I asked if that would get me to Heaven when I die. He said no, I was never going to Heaven because I was a filthy faggot slut, but at least I would have a purpose.
I believed that MasterS145 was a priest without question. It never even crossed my mind that he could have been lying. I told him that I would listen to him from then on. We spoke every day. I told him all about myself and my life, about my financial situation. He told me that he would give me gifts for following his orders.
At first he just asked me to post more lewd pictures to the site and I did. He sent me money for each picture I posted. Then he had me post more pictures, but this time he had me write things on my body in marker. I always had to have his username somewhere on my body for each picture; he would tell me where. He also had me write truths about myself on my body like ‘FAGGOT’ or ‘SLUT’ or things of that nature. People really liked those pictures, but they liked some other new ones even more. I had to take pictures of myself with my own fingers or small objects, like pens, in my ass.
This went on for a while before MasterS145 decided I was done posting only pictures. He told me to take videos. Videos of me naked. Videos of me with his username on my body. Videos of me touching my penis and butthole. He also told me to stop calling them penis and butthole. I needed to use filthier words like prick and asshole. Later he had me use clit and cunt because I wasn’t a real man, just a faggot.
The videos started off pretty tame, just me being naked and showing the camera, and all the viewers, my private parts. Then MasterS145 wanted me to masturbate. He reminded me that it wasn’t a sin because God wanted me to do it so that other people, good God-fearing normal people, could reach release.
So I played with myself. It felt really good too. My prick was getting attention for the first time and I came rather quickly. My viewers laughed at me in the comments for not lasting very long, but they also wanted more. They all wanted me to fuck myself. They told me to put objects up my ass. MasterS145 supported this. He told me what objects to use.
The bottle of lotion was small and went in easily when it was lubed up. The banana I was specifically told not to lube and that one was really mushy going in. It was also a hassle to clean my hole afterwards. MasterS145 soon demanded to know my address so he could mail me sex toys to use during my camshows. Yes, I started doing live camshows too. That was around the time when MasterS145 demanded I change my username to PleasureBoy86. I’m pretty sure that was the moment when MasterS145, or rather, Master Sergei, decided that I would be his next sex slave.
Anyway, the live camshows excited me more than anything else. I was getting hate comments in real time now. Some comments were positive and said I was really hot and that they wanted to fuck me, but by that point the audience that watched my account was pretty skewed in the negative direction. I knew that these people got off to humiliating me and really liked watching me, but MasterS145 told me that they weren’t faggots like I was. My commenters, especially the mean ones, were straight men who only watched my videos to feel pleasure from harassing me. They weren’t aroused by me, they were laughing at me.
MasterS145 went on to tell me that I was ugly and undesirable…even for a faggot. That even other faggots weren’t aroused by me. He told me the nice comments I got from people who said they loved me and wanted to fuck me were actually from people who pitied me and if they had the chance, they wouldn’t dare fuck my ugly virgin hole.
This made me really sad, but I believed him. Ever since I was bullied back when I was seven years old, I knew I was ugly. My dad would always take me to the park on the weekends and that’s where I met the boy who bullied me until not long ago. His name was Paul and I dreaded running into him when I was out and about. Remember, I lived in a very small town so the chances of bumping into him even though I’d been homeschooled were actually pretty high. Anyway, he had always made fun of me for being scrawny and wimpy. He said my hair was the color of dirty sand and that my eyes looked like mud. He made fun of my freckles too. He said they were actually ant poop and that I was gross. This stuck with me my whole life so hearing MasterS145 say I was ugly made a lot of sense. And then being called ugly started to make me aroused.
By this time I was beginning to make a pretty stable income from all the videos and camshows. I was able to pay my rent each month and had some money left over. MasterS145 advised me to put some of my extra money toward my business by buying more sex toys and other things I needed. He also told me to put some of the money I made in the bank. I no longer worried about my financial situation and I told MasterS145 that I was thinking about saving up for college. I was surprised at how against it he was. He got really mad at me and told me that faggots like me didn’t need college. He told me it was a waste of money and I just needed to keep doing what I was doing.
I eventually let MasterS145 become my advisor in anything and everything, from finances to future episodes of my camshows. He told me what to wear (whether I was filming or not), what objects to fuck myself with, and how to act. He was my advisor, my teacher, my mentor, and even started to become something more. He was everything to me so it was inevitable that I would start to fall in love with him.
That’s right, I loved him. He was always mean to me and his demands were limitless, but he made me yearn for him. I needed him like I had never needed another. I had loved my dad, even though he hated faggots like me, and now I found myself both sexually and romantically attracted to a man I still didn’t know the real name of. And I asked him many times. He said I didn’t deserve to know his name. He was right; I didn’t. What was I? I was just some ugly faggot that was only remotely good for one thing. I made up for that by doing everything MasterS145 said. And he kept demanding I do odder and more sexual stuff.
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