During the first U.K. lockdown I had been chatting online and watching loads of porn instead of hooking up with guys online or visiting cruising areas and saunas. I was getting bored and I joined cam4. I watched guys mostly but my exhibitionist side took over so I started showing my cock on cam and wanking.
I got really turned on by the comments guys were making. Most were complimenting me on my big dick and bouncing balls. Others were trying to get me to do things, like show face or my hole. I ignored them but I was turned on others were heckling and being a bit rude. After a few sessions online I just learnt to ignore them.
In the summer lockdown was over but I had become hooked on camming. I was getting more and more daring. I was showing my whole body but not my face. I would slap my balls, finger and dildo my hole , tweak my nips... whatever guys told me to do. I didn't know any of these guys. My cam was open to public viewing and that knowledge made me cum fast and hard every time.
I was bored one evening and I had drunk a few too many vodkas. I was horny and opened my cam while I wanked. By now I had a fair few regular followers they came online pretty quick and started telling me my cock looked so big tonight, how horny I looked, how hot they thought I was. All things you want to hear about yourself. It was making me feel really horny. I grabbed my poppers and sniffed. This spurred one guy on who told me to take 3 sniffs each nostril. So I did. I could see myself on cam. My skin had gone a little flushed. I felt so crazy horny.
He told me I was a good boy. Another guy told me to spank my balls. I did. He told me to tie them up tonight with a shoelace. Round and round my nut sack then each ball separately. I fumbled around and got it done. It felt tight and I sniffed 4 hits of poppers each side as the first guy then instructed. I became very obedient as I was quite drunk and so poppered up. I couldn't keep typing replies to the guys so I started speaking my responses. I had never done that before.
They told me to slap my tied balls. I did. They said they liked how I moan. I followed as many instructions as I could from tying a rope to my tied up balls from each big toe. This made me slump backwards on my back with both feet up by my chest, tugging my nuts and stretching my hole open right in front of the camera.
They were going mad for it. Lube up your sexy hole! Finger in there. Dildo. Hand! More poppers. I played with my hole and opened it up a fair but for the whole world to see. Every time I relaxed a bit my legs would try to straighten and my balls would get a long tug. I moaned and was dirty talking like crazy. I hadn't noticed that my face was on full show as I had slumped down on the bed. I was a drunk, poppered, exhibitionist cbt bottom slut. Showing anyone who wanted to watch everything I had. Humiliating.
Sniff your briefs' a new guy instructed. I grabbed them an put them over my face. They were sweaty and smelled a little of piss. It sent me crazy. Fuck' I was shouting they are so rank. I took deep sniffs and moaned like fuck. It pushed me over the edge. I could feel my balls struggling with the shoe lace tied so tight and the build up was intense.
I was so drunk on vodka, poppers and my own pissy aroma I was shouting out in ecstasy allsorts of random stuff I have no idea and I shot spurts of cum all over my face and chest. Each spurt made my toes tug the ropes on my balls which made me shout more and cum harder.
I had to untie my balls. They were purple. I fumbled around untying as quick as I could. When I came to a little I closed my laptop and fell asleep. A couple of days later I came home to find four small parcels and packets had been left by the postman. I was intrigued. They were all addressed to Joe' except one which was addresses to The slut'.
The three packets all contained underwear. Some nicer than others. One smelled a bit pissy, another was stuck together with dried cum and another just smelled a bit sweaty. The other parcel was a box containing a large buttplug. I was really confused. There was a note with the buttplug saying `we need to get you to work hard to take this' signed by a profile name.
I had stuff to do so I put them to one side and kept thinking what the hell? After dinner and few beers I went to bed early so I could knock one out. I remembered the underwear so I grabbed it all and had a sniff of each. I wanked them over my cock and I came in one pair. It was horny. I had no idea what this was all about but it was so anon and random it turned me on. These could have been worn by a horny teen guy, a big hairy muscle daddy or a really skanky old man. It worked. I came hard.
I began thinking about the drunk night on cam where I shot my load so loudly while sniffing my own pants. This had to be connected to these packages. I logged in and was shocked to have a full inbox of 30 messages. All guys that night telling me how hot my show was. How horny I was. How it was nice to finally see my face so clearly. How I was begging them to abuse me let me cum. Fuck I was shocked. I couldn't really remember what happened.
Then the disturbing messages. Joe I have sent you my underwear so I can watch you sniff my man scent on cam. There were lots of messages like this. Thanks for telling us your address - my skanky shorts are in the post'. What the fuck?! One guy had written so hot when I drunk little faggot begs to be used and gives his address to a load of random horny men. We are making plans to visit you boy.'
I was freaking out now. I messaged a couple of the more sane sounding guys to ask what happened and I went to bed. The next day I came home to a door mat full of parcels and packages once again. Fuck what was going to happen next?