Under the Influence

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains elements of non-consent/reluctance, blackmail, prostitution, and more. Do not read this if you are uncomfortable.

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DING

Damn, another notification! I've gotten too many today to count! I guess it shouldn't be a surprise though....

DING

I check Instagram and see 5 more "heart eye emojis" under my latest post. As a fitness influencer I should be excited, but this just doesn't feel right.... My old content never got a fraction of this interaction, but that's because I hadn't taken off my shirt yet.....

I tried to start my influencer "career" as a personal trainer but soon found shirtless pics get way more likes. To my discomfort though, with this surge in engagement came a new follower demographic: gay men. Now I have nothing against homosexuals, but as a straight guy myself it's a little weird to see all these dudes thirsting over me.

DING

This time it's a drooling emoji to a video of me bench pressing. A strange shiver shoots up my spine as I try to wrap my head around being desired by people I'm not attracted to. But even as weird as it all is, I have to admit the attention is nice, plus who can deny all these likes?? A dozen brands have reached out for sponsored content just this week! That's more than I got all last year! So yeah, it's not the ideal situation but I can't complain.

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One thing that does creep me out though is the messages I receive. You wouldn't believe the nasty things these guys send. And the dick pics, God! So many dick pics!! An endless stream the second I took off my shirt. There are a few guys who aren't too bad though--ones who pay for my workout plans or just aren't as gross. One follower in particular, GreyBear72, tells me every day I'm the most beautiful boy he's ever seen. He really gasses me up and I'd be lying if I said it doesn't get to my head.

DING

"Your pecs look perfect in that last post."

Speak of the devil, it's my reply guy. I click on GreyBear's profile and swipe through his pics again. There's a few of old ones of him in the military but most are recent at the gym. He's probably over 50 but clearly still works out, and with how big his arms are I wouldn't be surprised if he's on steroids. He's tall, looks tough, definitely not the kind of guy I'd clock as gay. Hell, he seems nice enough, and I'm trying to grow my personal brand, right? Why don't I finally respond?

"Thanks man!" I write back.

There, quick and simple, just enough to keep him interested. I've been watching videos on how to cultivate an audience and realize I need to be proactive, even if it's uncomfortable..... Another week of shirtless content and my strategy seems to be working a little too well. My comments and DMs are flooded.

"OMG you're so sexy!"

"I wanna touch you all over!"

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

It's weird to get all this attention from horny males but I simply can't ignore their engagement. Besides, it's not like I'm gay so who cares! I'm making money, that's all that matters. And what better way to boost my likes than to post my number one request: squats. My followers have been begging but I've held off, feeling like it's a step too far. I've seen other gym bros post "butt content" and now that's all they do. I refuse to pigeonhole myself into being a booty influencer, but fuck.... I know it'll send me into the stratosphere.

The video I ultimately decide on feels rather innocuous, just a self-recorded clip of me squatting in basketball shorts, but I never could've expected the response. Within minutes my phone feels like it's going to explode! The likes, comments, shares, follows and DMs won't stop! Emoji after emoji of hearts, tongues, peaches, and eggplants. I realize a popular gay account reposted me, and while that makes me cringe my follower count just hit 50K! Holy shit! Is this the power of the butt???? Out of the hundreds of messages I'm receiving, I notice one from my most devoted follower.

"That is undeniably the hottest video I've ever seen. I mean it. Your ass is literally perfect."

I blush pink and wonder whether or not I should reply. Am I going too far...? Ugh, but this guy's been here since the beginning, I can throw him a bone.

"Haha, thank you! Wasn't sure if you guys would like it or not!"

"We both know that's not true," GreyBear replies with a wink. "You know exactly what you're doing."

My face gets even redder and I quickly quit the app. I put my phone down for a few hours and am still buzzing when I check it later.

"Holy fuck....!"

It just doesn't stop! I've already gained another 5 thousand followers and my likes are through the fucking roof! Reading my DMs though, I start to feel queasy.

"I need to rail that big ass!"

"Let me spread those cheeks and pound you out!"

"I'm gonna send you home leaking!"

Jesus! I've never read anything this lewd, and all directed at me! Not to mention whatever they say to each other when they share the video. Thousands of men talking about my ass......

GULP. "What the fuck did I do...."

Something's telling me I should probably google myself. Strangely, the first thing that pops up is a thread on a gay men's forum. I see they have threads on hundreds of Instagram "models", discussing every inch of our bodies and what they'd do to us. Mine is particularly graphic.

"Did you see the little slut finally squatted today? He must really want it."

"Oh please, he's straight. He's just milking us for likes."

"I really don't give a shit. He can milk me all day!"

I go all the way back to the first page and see some of these guys have been tracking me since the start.

"His arms are so perfect, I can't wait til he takes his shirt off."

"Damn, he finally did it! Those pink nips are delicious!"

I notice one of the earliest forum followers is GreyBear72. Wow, he's really a fan. Unlike the others though, his comments err on the side of polite admiration and I actually find them kind of endearing. While other queens fight about whether or not I'm queer, he just quietly appreciates. Back on the most recent page, I see he's written something.

"That is undeniably the hottest video I've ever seen. His ass is literally perfect. I'd pay fucking anything to see what's underneath. Let's hope he posts another vid."

Huh...... Now that's something I haven't considered. I know a lot of fitness models sell "private content" on the side but that's never been my thing. I don't want to become a sex worker, I just want to lift and get paid. Well I guess squatting is lifting, right...? Maybe I'll just give them a tiiiny bit more of what they want. You know, to grow my brand.

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I post a video of me split-squatting before bed and when I wake up the reaction is even bigger. Thousands of likes, thousands of followers, and of course, thousands of men wanting to fuck me... Scrolling through my DMs, I decide I don't want to read this shit today. Well, maybe just one.....

"Fucking perfect."

I don't yet reply to GreyBear but he's made my tummy tingle. I promise I'm not gay, but something about this older gym bro finding my physique perfect feels like the ultimate compliment. It's gross that he's fixated on my ass, but who doesn't like attention? Speaking of, I should probably check on my forum. Good, I've got the usual suspects chatting. It feels weird to be fostering this raunchy discussion, but if it's gonna grow my brand.... My heart flutters when I see GreyBear's name.

"Best buns in the business, no doubt. Bet they're hairless too. I could spend all day eating that pink hole, then I'd spread him open and fuck him til he's mine."

Oh my God! I didn't expect that out of him, GreyBear's always been so civil! Clearly I've driven him into a feral state and the thought makes me shiver. Maybe it's his consistency, or frankly his desperation, but either way being desired by GreyBear just feels good.

Anxious and excited, I hop on Instagram and finally reply to him, "Thank you :)"

I know the smiley face is slutty but that's exactly how I feel. He instantly types back and butterflies fill my stomach.

"Of course, cutie. You know I think you're the most beautiful boy in the world."

Christ! I feel like I'm in high school texting my crush! My pale skin burns scarlet as I think of a response. I don't want to push this too far but it's all so titillating.

"I don't know about that but thank you again :) You're pretty buff yourself. You workout?"

I'm not sure why I opened up the conversation but soon we're chatting like two dudes. Well, except that he's slipping compliments and pet names into every message.

"Would be amazing to coach a sweet boy like you. I'd love to help you with your squats ;)"

We're now in full blown gay territory yet my fingers won't stop typing.

"Haha, yeah that'd be cool!"

We talk some more, mostly about my butt, then he pops the inevitable question:

"Think you could send me some 'private content' some time? I'd pay you well."

It takes me a moment to respond. "Uhhhh... I don't really do that...."

"Come onnnn, not even just a peek of that perfectly smooth peach ;)?"

I blush whenever he brings up the fact that I'm hairless. I haven't even confirmed this to him yet, but I guess it's obvious since I have light features and don't grow much body hair. That's something he and other guys comment on, my smooth, pale skin. I never thought it was particularly sexy but he makes it sound like a delicacy.

I still haven't replied when he adds, "think about it. One pic of that smooth, juicy ass and I'll CashApp you $1000."

To show he's serious, he sends me $20 right there. No one's ever sent shit to the account linked in my bio but this guy just bought dinner! Damn... This seems too good to be true...

"Wow! Thank you!" I reply, though truthfully I'm a little uneasy. "I'll have to think about it, talk to you later :)"

In the reflection of my black screen, I'm forced to consider why I replied to a request for ass pics with "thank you" and a smile. Why am I playing along with this perv?? He clearly wants one thing. But hnggg.... His undivided attention is so alluring. His devotion to me and only me....

After dinner I post another "butt video", as I now call them. The content works so well I can't stop, but I wonder if the attention is becoming intoxicating. To tell you the truth, I think about my ass all day now, focus on it when I lift, stare at in the mirror. I never used to care much for it but now it's my favorite "asset." Thick, soft, pale, smooth and creamy. I jiggle it a few times and watch my cheeks ripple.

When I turn around I'm rock hard, well, all four inches. My little dick has always been my biggest insecurity, especially when it's flaccid. Seeing hung men swing their hairy trunks around the gym locker room makes me nervous, and I change quickly so no one spies the pink gumdrop nestled in my neatly trimmed lawn.

"At least I have a nice ass...." I think to myself, then burn redder than ever.

GreyBear and I have gotten in the habit of messaging daily. He introduced himself as Steve and even sent a shirtless video in the mirror saying hi. The first thing I notice is how much better looking he is than his profile. Thick white hair and beard, piercing blue eyes, nice teeth. Steve admitted to using steroids and it shows! He's got cannonball shoulders, massive biceps, and traps like mountains. His solid pecs and abs are covered in a blanket of grey fur that reminds me of a silverback gorilla. I find myself replaying his video over and over:

"Hey, Brandon, it's me, Steve!" He smiles and waves. "Hope you and that cute butt are having a great day!" He winks at the camera then points it down and turns it off.

I watch that last part intently. Is he pointing it at his dick? And does he have a boner?? It's hard to tell, but it looks like there's a banana in his pants......

"So, boy, have you thought any more about my offer?"

Steve and I are messaging before bed, like usual. I tell him again I don't think I'm interested so he sends me a voice note:

"Just one pic of those smooth cheeks and I'll send you $1000. You know I'll do it, baby, it's no problem. Here, how about I send you $500 right now. I probably owe you anyways for all the loads I've spilled to your perfect body. Every fucking day, baby."

DING

HOLY SHIT!! He actually sent me $500! I can't believe it and listen to the message on repeat. His deep, gravelly voice is making me feel a way I can't comprehend....

I always knew men jerked off to me but now he's just confirmed it. And here I am making fresh content for them daily! What does that say about me?? Why do I condone this! As always though, I start to think about the money.... $1000 is $1000 and he just sent me half, no questions. Maybe I should just do it... What's one little butt pic anyways? Who cares!

Finally I get the courage to reply, "thank you so much, I don't really know what to say."

"Don't say anything, baby, just send me one pic and the rest is yours."

Ugghhhhhh... I really shouldn't do this. It's such a bad idea. But... You know what, fuck it. In a greed-fueled trance I find the exact photo I'm looking for, one I took earlier during a mirror photoshoot. I usually just get my back, but for some reason today I pulled down my pants and took a pic of my whole naked body. To tell you the truth, I've been zooming in on my jiggly muscle butt all day. I love how juicy and smooth it is, shouldn't someone else get to see it? And who better than my #1 fan, the man who's been begging and is willing to pay top dollar! I put the photo into our chat then send it with a 10 second expiration.

"No screenshots," I write after, but he's too busy looking. Once he's read my message he replays the photo, a feature I forgot to turn off, then takes a screenshot.

"Hey! What the fuck!"

"Get real, boy, you thought I'd pay $1000 for a disappearing pic?"

I'm fuming now, betrayed, confused, regretful as hell. This is the first time I haven't had the upper hand and of course it's when it actually matters! But when my phone pings a second later with the second half most of the stress washes away. $1000 in the bank and no skin off my back! Just a little jerk off material for a pervy old man, whatever. Now rent is paid and I can focus on making more content!

Before I drift off to sleep, Steve sends me one last DM. When I open his video, I'm confronted with an enormous erection.

"Jesus Christ!"

I look away in disgust but my curiosity eventually gets the best of me and I peer back to see Steve masturbating his pornstar dick. He's really working his meat and I know it's because of me. My heart starts to race and blood floods my loins. I'm terrified of our little secret but also so excited.

I can't take my eyes away and notice there's a screen under his cock. The camera focuses and I see it's my ass blown up on an iPad. It's not just my cheeks though, I'm now reminded. You can also see my whole horned up face as I turn to admire my own rump.

"NO! NOOO!!!"

I forgot to crop the pic! I'm so fucking stupid!! But it's hard to think right now with my eyes glued to his hairy cock.

"Gonna cum for you, boy," the same gravelly voice says. "Unhhh! Unnhhhh!!!"

He speeds up then spasms, blasting dozens of ropes of thick, white jizz all over my digital body. Once he's done he zooms in on my pixelated ass.

"All for you, baby boy," he says, then lifts the camera up to the mirror, winks, and whips his dangling meat back and forth.

The video restarts and I watch again as Steve masturbates to my soft cheeks, then grins and slaps his dick. I can't stop staring at his long shaft, how it hangs halfway down his thigh. Mine is so puny by comparison and I feel deeply inferior.

"All for you, baby boy."

"All for you, baby boy."

It loops until I fall asleep. When I wake up I have a message from Steve.

"Morning, baby. Can't stop jerking off to that pic. Why don't you send me another."

I know I could make $1000 but am just not in the mood right now. I already feel weird about last night and want to forget about all this. When I don't reply, he messages an hour later:

"Send me a pic, baby, come on."

I think about not responding but ultimately say, "Hey man, that was just a one time thing. I'm grateful you like my content but I think we should keep it to that."

I'm sad to have lost my new friend but really need him off my back. He's starting to get clingy and weird. A minute later I receive a voice note:

"Baby, I don't think you understand. I'm not asking you to send me a pic of your ass, I'm telling you. Now unless you want me to spread your butt shot far and wide, I suggest you pull your pants down and get snapping."

My life flashes before my eyes as the message replays. Fuck! I've officially gotten myself into the exact situation I've been trying to avoid! If only I wasn't so greedy!

He messages a minute later, "I'm serious, boy. I'm jerking off right now and want to see your ass. Take a pic now or this goes online."

Fuuuuuuck! I don't know what to do! I've seen this happen to so many other Instagram boys, their nudes posted on the exact forum I've been trolling, visible with a simple google search! In a panic I check if he's already done it, but fortunately he hasn't. There is a message though:

"You guys won't believe it but I've been jerking off to this stud's naked ass all night."

There are many incredulous replies, but one respected poster says it's actually quite likely because, "GreyBear can snag anyone."

Most guys are begging him to share but Steve says he doesn't show and tell, "unless he has to." While I'm reading this, Steve sends me a screenshot of a draft post with my nude. He's ready to pull the trigger if I don't take a pic, so I scramble to the mirror, turn around and snap one. It's not until after pressing send though that I realize just how incriminating it is.... You can see my whole flushed face as I show off my cakes for what is obviously another party. This type of pic isn't for tracking gains, it's a straight up ass shot and Steve now has it.

"There we go, that wasn't so hard," he says in a voice note.

I don't reply and try to go about my day but it's impossible with the blackmail looming. I pray this will just end soon, but a few hours later Steve sends another voice note.

"Send me your number, boy." When I listen but don't reply, he barks "now!"

He sounds so aggressive, I give it to him in cowering submission. A second later my phone is ringing. I really don't want to pick up.....

"Hey, baby." He's calmed down and is smooth and seductive.

"S-Steve...! I don't know what you want with me b-but-"

"Butt," he cuts in. "That's exactly what I want. Your sweet little butt."

We're both quiet but Steve begins moaning.

"I'm jerking off to your perfect peach right now, baby. Thinking about what's in between those soft cheeks. How about you show me, huh? Show me that tight pink hole."

My heart is in my throat and I can't speak.

"You heard me, baby, get back to that mirror and pull one of those buns to the side."

I'm on autopilot as I return to the bathroom to fulfill his request. I don't think I've ever even seen my own asshole and it's bizarre to expose it in the mirror. I barely have any hair on my crack so my pink button is fairly visible once my cheeks are pulled apart. I throw a prayer to God then send Steve a picture of my arched back and spread ass.

"Oh baby.... Oh my fucking God....." Steve grunts and groans until he finishes with a roar. "Unh! Fuck! Hoo.... Talk to you later, honey."

What did I just do??? When he hangs up I re-examine the pic and of course you can see half my face! Confused by my own desires, I zoom in and stare at the pink dot glowing between my pale white buttcheeks. It's so.... Pretty.... And my pose is so feminine...! Dammit! You can even see my bitty balls! I'm totally fucked if this gets out!