Gay Spiral Stories is trying something new, and will start running story challenges for authors, where they can submit stories based on a prompt. This first one is called “The Very First Time,” and this is the story I wrote for it. If you enjoy it, I’d appreciate it if you head over to my story on the site there and give it a good rating! Thanks for reading as always.
It was an idea that he’d always toyed around with on occasion. It would cross his mind while looking at himself in the mirror, flexing, or when a guy would cruise him as he walked down the sidewalk on the way home from work. Max knew that he looked good, and he also knew that he liked having guys look at him–so why not try it? Of course, it was a big step, going from amateur exhibitionist to full blown camguy, but with the lockdown and his sudden unemployment, he had quickly gone from idle musing to careful consideration of the idea, now that rent was due in a couple of days, and he was a few hundred bucks short.
He’d been looking around at various sites, trying to figure out which one had the best payouts, and the one that kept being recommended by models was a site called porncam. Well, recommended by some. Others wrote these long screeds against it, said they were exploitative and manipulative, but here were comments like that for every site. In the end, Max poked around, made an account, and one evening decided he might as well give it a try–he turned on his camera, opened up a room, and waited to see if anyone would bite.
Sure enough, guys began to trickle in. Some just lurked, but others complimented him, helped him get adjusted to the system since he was new, and were generally appreciative of him and his body. He flexed, he stroked himself, he flashed his killer smile–but he knew that he wasn’t making enough doing this. He got a little cash from each guy who viewed him, and the longer they viewed him, the more he would get, but there had to be a way to juice the system a bit, right?
So he asked in the chat room. One of the lurkers piped up, and said that if he really wanted to make some cash, he’d have to turn on auction mode, but the mere suggestion of it set off a relative firestorm between guys in the chat. Max had a hard time following the line of it–accusations were thrown around, guys left the chat, other guys came in, and he was left at a bit of a loss. He investigated it, and found some information in his profile page about it.
Apparently, auction mode allowed viewers to pay to see specific acts by the model. They could offer any amount of money, and if the model behaved to their satisfaction, then he would get that amount–minus a transaction fee, of course. It sounded easy enough–after all, it wasn’t like he couldn’t say no if someone wanted him to do something really weird or gross. He decided to opt into the program, and a new set of waivers and privacy policies popped up–way too long to read though. He accepted them, and when he went back to the cam view and the chat window, he saw a new box had appeared on the side, listing the current auctions.
“God damn it, they’re gonna ruin another one,” one guy said, and exited the room.
“Fucking hell, worst thing this site came up with,” said another, but stuck around.
Max’s attention was drawn away from that by a chime, and he saw that a new auction item had appeared–for $50 dollars, he had to put clamps on his nipples and play with them for ten minutes.
It wasn’t his thing–he’d never really been one for pain play or anything like that–even for fifty bucks. He looked around for a way to deny the request, but there wasn’t a button for that or anything–and then he noticed something next to his keyboard–two wooden clothespins that he was sure hadn’t been there before. Before he even realized he was doing it, he grabbed them, clipped one to each nipple, and bit his lip in pain. What the fuck was he doing? He tried to pull them off, but all he ended up doing was tugging at them and twisting them while moaning and groaning, the men in the chat room egging him on–with more and more guys coming into the room.
“Oh man, a new auction boy? This is fucking great!”
“Yeah, I don’t think he even bothered to read the TOS. What a dumb slut.”
Another auction popped up–this one for $100 dollars: beat your balls with a ruler fifty times, and make sure you count them out loud.
No–he wasn’t doing that–he went to close the window, but all he got was an error message, telling him that the window couldn’t be shut due to an administrator setting. Fuck that–he’d just pull the computer cord out, but before he could try, his hand grabbed the wooden ruler that had appeared beside the keyboard, right where the clips had appeared before. He stood up, and while he held his cock up against his belly with one hand, he used the other to give his nuts fifty solid whacks, groaning out the count as he did, and by the time was finished, three more auction items had appeared–each worth more than the last.
The next item: Shave your head, eyebrows, and facial hair off.
“No, please…” Max begged over the cam, but that just seemed to rile the men in the chat up even more, and Max was helpless, his body leaving the computer to go get his electric razor, and he went to work. He cried as he did it–his beautiful hair! It was a perfect golden brown, a nice wave that fell back a bit past his shoulders–several boyfriends had told him it was one of his best features. He took a wide swath off the top, and burst into sobs, unable to do a thing to stop himself, sheering away his short beard as well, and finishing it all off with the shaving blade and cream that appeared in front of him. When he was done, he hardly recognized himself in the image on the computer–how in the fuck were they doing this? Why couldn’t he say no?
The clips that had come off went back on–this time with weights. He was ordered to fuck himself with a dildo, and talk dirty to all the men watching, telling them how much his little whore hole wanted all of their cocks inside him. Then, at long last, the auction queue was finished–which meant he was done, right? Without giving anyone a chance to add something else, he closed his cam, sat back, and tried not to sob.
It didn’t feel real–any of it. Why hadn’t he been able to stop himself? The terror quickly became anger. The site had fucking tricked him! He hadn’t signed up for any of that shit. He had relatives who were lawyers–he’d sue them until they were broke. But before he could do any of that, a notification popped up on the screen, alerting him that a private show had been purchased by an anonymous viewer–and before Max could do anything, his cam had turned back on.
“Please, leave me alone, I don’t want to do this anymore,” Max said into the cam.
“Hey now, I paid good money for this session–you’re going to do everything I tell you to do pig, and you’re going to love every second of it,” the man replied–and then he started giving orders, and again, Max was powerless to resist.
Over the next few weeks, Max found himself becoming quite popular on the site. As hard as he tried to stay away, he would find himself thinking about it, reliving the humiliations inflicted on him, both hating them, and also finding them more and more erotic. The men were wearing him down slowly, he realized. Had they planned this all along? He began to recognize some of the names, and realized most of them were the ones who had convinced him to open up auction mode in the first place, which Max discovered was impossible to back out of, once you had opted in. In time, the quarantine lifted, jobs came back, but by then, in was too late for Max. He’d found himself a new job–a better job. His true calling, you might say. He was even getting offers from men to fly them out to him for weekends, or even for full weeks, so he could service them in real life–and Max was finding it harder and harder to say no. They’d wear him down eventually–they always did. Then the real auction would start–and Max would fly off to his new home, and the men of porncam would have to find a new whore, and start all over again.
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