Author's note: This is erotic fantasy and completely fictional. The main character, Jack, is a fictional, generic social media star / influencer, and is not a real person. Apologizes I haven't written in a while, but thanks for the comments and messages. They really give me ideas and encourage me to keep going!
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Jack reflects on how he went from being a famous, wholesome social media influencer to a depraved online camwhore (and in-person-whore) in less than a week, as he finds himself alone in his master's apartment and strapped to a bed. He has a VR headset strapped to his face and it's cycling through all the porn he's produced over the last few days, and each time he sees himself getting fucked and abused on the large, virtual movie screen, the butt plug in his ass activates, hitting his prostate.
His master set him up in this configuration to help "train" his mind to accept its fate as a sex slave, because last night after a really intense orgasm he had some flashes of doubt and regret.
And the conditioning seemed to be working. Jack had been laying there for an hour, and every time he saw himself naked on screen he got excited, because he knew that meant the butt plug would activate and send tingles of pleasure down his body. He's been hard on and off the last hour and wished his hands were free so he could jack off, but at least his cock wasn't locked up right now.
The drops of THC oil his master gave him are adding to the experience too. He feels really spacey and it's hard to have any coherent thoughts - he is in the perfect headspace to watch himself being an eager, happy slave in hours of footage.
After what is maybe the second hour (or third? he's lost track of time), he hears someone enter the room.
"Holy shit Jack," the guy says. Jack knows the voice sounds familiar, but can't really place it. The headset is still blocking his view, but he's very aware of how he's naked, hard, and helpless sprawled on the bed for whoever this guy is to see.
"Um... who is it?" he asks hesitantly. But the guy ignores his question and starts talking a mile a minute.
"When I texted you yesterday and your friend answered your phone that was weird, but I figured he was your new porn agent or whatever. But then he told me to come over today to check on you and I didn't expect to see you like this."
Jack's heart sinks. He recognizes the voice now. Standing over him is Bryan, the social climber who was always desperate to hang out with Jack when he was famous so he could get famous too. It was Bryan who convinced Jack to go out last weekend when he got black-out drunk, met his master, and kicked off this whole mess.
Bryan continues, "I mean the new stuff you've been posting is pretty gross and I haven't been watching it, but I just figured you were getting paid crazy amounts of money to do some porn. But you don't even have a camera on you now so why do you have that thing up your ass? Are you really gay?"
Now Bryan was the one in control, while Jack was tied up naked to a bed, super high, with a vibrating butt plug up his smooth ass.
"Hey Bryan..." Jack says. It's hard for him to think straight, but he realizes he really needs to pee, and the only way to do that is with Bryan's help. "Can you help me take a break?"
"Shit Jack I'm still processing all this. What are you seeing in VR? I hear loud moaning sounds coming from the speaker?"
"Please," Jack whimpers.
"Sorry, you're right, I'll let you out here."
He pulls off the headset and Jack sees the sun for the first time that day. Seeing his body again, he remembers he has his own dried cum all over it, and gets even more embarrassed. Bryan starts to fumble with his restraints, and finally his limbs are free. Out of habit, Jack grabs his phone off the bedside table.
"Hey slut," his master has wrote to him, "I see Bryan made it. I figure seeing an old friend of yours will help you realize how much you've transformed now."
The text goes on, "I think he's straight, but your ass is basically a pussy, so do your slut magic and get him to fuck you. That's an order. And make sure he ties you back up before he leaves."
Jack glances up at Bryan, who is just staring at him, and finds himself getting aroused at the idea of submitting to him. He's nervous about being able to pull it off though. All the other men who have fucked him were gay, as far as he knew. He decides to start slow.
"Thanks for coming over man, I could really use a break."
