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I was a lot less stressed out ever since I openly said to James that I was gay. It's a weird feeling though, as I know at the back of my head that I had much bigger problems than my identity. There was somebody out there with evidence of me acting like a cock-hungry, cum-guzzling slut, and this person left me with instructions to open his secret package at 8p.m. tonight.
What was I going to do? What if James or Kavian decides to go home at that time, or what if they arrive when I'm in the middle of a transaction that I was planning with this would be detractor. There was a lot going on in my mind but heck, I'm tired. I just finished lunch. Furthermore, I had several mouthfuls of cum during James' multiple mouth fuck sessions earlier. I was feeling full and exhausted after all the rush that I felt - being fucked in the mouth in my dresser, being bound, seeing myself suck a huge cock, reading the word "SLUT" in my forehead, having my dick caged, and my mouth gagged, and of course, James' "cock in your mouth the whole time" game, where I sucked him continuously from our dormroom to when he took a shower, and when he vigorously assaulted my mouth in the corridor.
I dozed off after a while of just lying in my bed and thinking of James' cock, and his words implying that I should be the one to ask him from now on should I want to taste his cum again, should I want to play with his dick again, should I want to be treated like a fuckpet.
There he was, fucking my throat. I saw both him and I out in the corridor. I was on bound and on my knees, trying to keep James slippery wet cock inside my mouth. Then he grabbed my head and started pleasuring himself using my mouth, my tongue, and my throat, I not being able to fight back as I was restrained and my mouth kept open by one of his sex toys. I was there taking it all, seeing my own dick trying to expand despite the presence of James' dick cage that he attached to make sure I didn't bother trying to pleasure myself and be distracted as I was pleasuring him. I could see the happiness in my eyes, especially when he moaned and squirted his cum all over my mouth, I could see my own mouth filling up with his cock snot. I swallowed and continued to suckle on his cock just so I could taste more of his cum - and to make sure that I savored every moment with this magnificent fuckstick.
All of a sudden the scene changed. I was sitting on my bed, he was throat fucking me. I was gasping for air, struggling to accommodate 12 inches of length and about 3 inches of girth. It was too much, and yet I wanted to take it all. Partly to please him, but moreso that I could not waste any part of his magnificent cock. Then I noticed it, James looked to the window and so did I. I noticed a green light in the distance. I stared at it for a few seconds, before going back and continuing to lick and suck the cock that was inside my mouth. I noticed my own cock swelling like crazy. James then started forcefully fucking my mouth and as he was about to release his load, I woke up.
I pondered on the dream. I did realize what happened. I did notice something that morning. I heard someone coughing on the room directly in front of our balcony and I did see green and red lights flashing. I knew there was somebody there, but I did not pay attention to it. Was I really aware of the fact that I was being videotaped? That deep inside I found it more arousing than embarassing. Am I that kind of person? Those thoughts lingered and I didn't notice it was about 6:30 p.m. already. I had to decide what to do at 8 p.m.
I was arranging my books when Kavian entered the room. He looked at me and asked,
"What's wrong with you Will? You look like hell bro." "Nothing. Hang over I think." I replied casually as I continued arranging my books. I saw Kavian smirk a little and then grabbed a few of his clothes. "I'll be doing laundry before going out to dinner. Want me to drop a load for you?" and as he said this, he was barely able to contain his laughter. "Does he suspect I'm gay? Did James tell him already?" I thought. I kept calm and just said "No thanks. I can manage." "Alright bro. See you later tonight or tomorrow probably. I might sleep over at Claudia's".
He left the door while I was still tidying up my table. I hope he didn't suspect the turmoil I had beneath the calm exterior. He had a good idea though. I did need to wash some clothes. I was gathering everything to do laundry when I noticed something by the door - it was Kavian's underwear. Black boxer briefs - the type he usually wears. It barely covered his cock though, I could see it snug tightly beneath his boxers, and oftentimes his cockhead would pop out of the leg hole. He was that hung. I decided to grab it and put it back in his hamper. However, the moment I grabbed it, I was drawn to it. I saw stains, cum stains, still on it. Before I could realize what I was doing, I was already smelling it. The boxers were already dry, but the trace of cum was there, and I could smell it. The distinct and familiar odor that I usually smell when I release my own. Now, I was more aware of it as I had tasted it already.
I started to get excited - aroused. My dick was rock hard by the smell of Kavian's cum stain. I grabbed my dick and started to jack it quickly. I didn't know what was going on in my mind, but suddenly, just smelling and wiping his stain all over my face wasn't enough. I put his boxers inside my mouth. I could taste his sweat and his cum. This drove me wild. I jacked faster and faster until my dick exploded its snot all over the floor.
Has it come to this? Was I the type of person who would get off by cum stains on boxers? I cleaned it up with tissues and disposed of it. As of Kavian's boxers, I didn't want to return it. I decided to keep it in my drawer. When I opened my drawer, that was when I saw the other box from the package this morning. I remembered what I had to do. I looked at the time and it was almost 8 pm. I locked Kavian's boxers inside my cabinet and got dressed myself.
It was 7:55 pm and my roommates aren't here. Good. I decided to lock the bolt - as it could only be locked from the inside. I guess the owner put it there expecting some of the occupants to be doing some college hijinks. I put the package in my table and started opening it. It was a brand new iPhone and it was fully charged. I saw the time on it and it was 8:02. I grabbed it, wondering what it would be for, when it started ringing.
I hesitated to answer, I didn't know how I would react to this detractor. But then I remembered I had to convince him to dispose of all his photographic evidence of my acts from this morning. I answered the phone.
"Hello" I said, trying to hold myself together to show that I won't be blackmailed, that I was going to be on top of the situation.
"Hey." The voice replied. I wanted to hear a person's voice when he spoke, that way I could I possibly identify who it would be. However, this guy is good. He was probably using a device to alter his voice as it sounded a little eletronic. "What's your name?"
"I'm Will." I replied coldly. "And let me say this right now. I'm willing to pay you for those photographs. I want all of it though. Name your price."
The voice laughed and with the electronic sound, it was more annoying than I expected.
"You think I want money? No no no. Like I said in my note, I want to play with you, puppet."
"What do you mean?" I was getting annoyed and frustrated. Was he bluffing? "I'll pay you 50 grand right now. You can even wear a mask to hide yourself. I want everything removed."
"You're a stubborn child. So I'll make this more interesting. I gave you an iPhone. Do you think I need your money?" He said and again laughed. "I want to play with you and that's it. Go across the hall and open the door to the room in front of yours. It's vacant."
I went to that room, with him still on the phone. There was a box, a very big box.
"Open it, puppet." The voice said. He was no longer laughing.
I opened the box, and I was shocked when I saw the contents.
On the box were several items. These were no ordinary items though. They were neatly stacked and put in place. There were lacy underwears, leather straps, wigs, gags, cock cages, blindfolds, masks, a full latex body suit and an assortment of dildos. I do mean assortment. There were dildos of several sizes, colors, and some even had spiky bodies. There were also several bottles of lubricants.
"Now you see. That box alone costs around $10,000. That room for 4 people I rented for $8,000. And your iPhone with no contract is a thousand. You can see how dead serious I am about playing, little puppet. I don't care about money - I care about amusement."
"And not to worry." He added. "That's just the first box. You'll know when we get along."
"Since you pissed me off with your attitude, I'll play your game. Your photos go public tomorrow if you don't do as I say. Who's in control now?" The voice said. He was clearly mocking me. I had to admit I didn't expect this to happen. My plan backfired.
"Lock the door and turn on the lights."
I did. The room wasn't empty. It had all sorts of equipment.
The worst part was that it had a complete set up - a camera, lights, and livescreen. I could see my own shocked expression. Whoever was on the other line wasn't kidding.
"Now. Why would I want your money?" The voice said, now sounding really pissed off.
"Take off your clothes and bend over the table."
I was fucked. Pretty soon, I'm sure that would also be literally.
To be continued.