Demanding Audience Ch 05 1

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Disclaimer:

All characters in this story are 18 years old acting in their free will. The names of all characters have been altered to protect identities.

Story Background

As Mike continues to write new stories and chapters, he receives an interesting comment from one of his readers that was sent to him as a feedback email. The email leads to a conversation and ultimately to a planned meeting.

Mike drives 40 miles to meet his fan. He's agreed to leave his clothes in the car and knock on the fan's front door naked. Mike knows that he is taking a huge risk by giving in to his lurid desires.

The man, who Mike refers to as "Master" uses Mike's holes to pleasure himself anyway he wants. Then he decides drives Mike to a seedy adult bookstore and pimps Mike out to almost two dozen strange men.

Then, he tried to sell Mike as a slave to a giant truck driver for one-thousand dollars. The transaction was broken up by the sheriff. Mike has retrieved his SUV and he's driving back home. Mike couldn't help himself and stopped at a truck stop for more anonymous sex. He met up with Dex and his wife, Peggy. They both used him for sex then sent him on his way.

It's now dark, it's 8:30 p.m. and Mike is making the final 20-minute drive home.

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Notice: This chapter has been re-done based on reader feedback. The last version was poorly rated by early readers, so I took a different direction. As a result, the story has had new life breathed into it and there will be more chapters.

Almost Home After a Long Day

I started to recognize many of the passing landmarks as my map told me I was just 5 min away from home. I realized that I had been naked ever since I arrived at "Master's" farm at 2 p.m. Now I didn't even have my clothes with me anymore, I had left them at the truck stop after I used them to clean up after my tryst with Dex and Peggy.

Even though I was almost home, I still found myself reaching down and playing with my cock as I drove. The day had been filled with an incredible amount of anonymous sex but I was still thinking about ways I could find more. I fantasized about having car trouble and being stranded, naked, on the roadside. I imagined a well-hung tow truck driver stopping to help me and accepting sex for payment.

My mind continued to create more of these roadside fantasies. Each scenario got more and more extreme, becoming less and less realistic. I imagined a bus full of prison inmates pulling over to assist me with my broken-down vehicle. In my fantasy, I offered myself up to the entire bus full of inmates and guards. They gang fucked me right on the side of the road for all the world to see. My fantasy fueled my efforts, stoking my raging hard on.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," the voice in my head shouted, "Just get your ass home and get cleaned up."

I exited the freeway and made my way through the side streets that led to my neighborhood. I pulled into my driveway and pushed my garage door opener. I pulled into my garage and hopped out. My garage door was still open, and the light was on. Anyone walking by could see me. I enjoyed the excitement associated with being discovered.

I made my way to the door to the house. I pushed the button to close the door and entered the house. I was finally home. I went directly to my bathroom and ran the shower. As soon as it warmed up, I got in and scrubbed off the remnants of the day. It felt good to finally be clean again.

I walked back downstairs and poured myself a scotch. I was still full of energy, and not at all ready to call it a night. I decided to write down my story while it was still in my head. I sat at my desk, sans clothing, and powered up my computer. I logged in to my publishing account and selected "New Story".

I named my new story "Naked and Ready". I started writing about my drive to "Master's" farm, and my naked walk to his front door. It was going to be an incredibly hot story that I was sure would satisfy my demanding audience. I took a sip of scotch and banged away at my keyboard.

Retelling the story was making me incredibly horny. I took a break on my story and re-read my email exchange with the anonymous reader who invited me to meet him. There was a new email in the chain. I opened it and my mouth fell open when I saw the contents. It was a grainy photo of me bound over the sawhorse in Master's barn. Underneath was a single sentence, "I thought your readers should know that you put your money where your mouth is."

I clicked on the link below the image, and it took me to the comments section on my latest story. The stranger had somehow uploaded the image to the comments section. Below the image he added a comment, "SmirkingBinky is a total slut, he'll give it up for anyone who asks, take my word for it."

I was horrified that I was being outed by the man I called Master. I was relieved that my face was not recognizable in the photo. You could, however, see that I was naked and tied in a compromising position in a barn. It looked very kinky and added credence to the man's claims regarding my being a total slut.

Stirring the Pot

The comment was only a few minutes old, I re-read it three or four times and then I decided to make my own comment.

"He's right," I started typing, "I am a total slut and I'm looking for experiences for new stories. If you send me an idea I like, I will come to you and make it happen so I can use it in a new story for my demanding readers."

I included my private email in the comment. Then, I paused for a second, and pressed "Enter".

My comment posted, I watched the screen refresh and saw my new comment display.

"Let's see what kind of trouble this scares up," I said under my breath as I took a long sip of scotch.

I went back to writing my story wondering if my challenge would produce any fruit. I was surprised at how quickly I started to get responses. I stopped to read through the first two, they were short volley's from the peanut gallery.

"Suck my cock!" was the sole sentence in one of the messages.

"I'll give you something to write about," another message threatened.

I laughed and opened the third message.

"Bring you slutty naked ass here," it said, with a link to a google maps location.

"I'll tie your ass up and do things to you that your audience won't believe," it continued.

I inhaled with excitement and clicked on the link to google maps. The location was in a notoriously bad part of the downtown area. It was about fifteen miles from my suburban rambler. I clicked on street view and noticed that the location was a pawn shop that was open 24 hours a day.

I reached down and started stroking my hard cock as I looked at the picture of the pawn shop. Nobody in their right mind would show up in that part of the city, naked. Especially this late at night. Out of curiosity, I asked google maps to give me directions to the location. It was a twenty-minute car ride, most of it was freeway driving.

I looked at the clock, it was already 10 p.m. I figured that at this hour on a Sunday night there would be almost no walk-in traffic at the pawn shop. The risk of being seen by another customer would be very low, but not zero. The trick would be getting into the building. There are always people on the streets downtown. At this hour, most of them are likely looking for trouble.

"Do you work there?" I typed into a reply and hit send.

A few minutes passed and then came his reply.

"I'm the owner," he clarified, "Are you coming or not."

I was very turned on by his note. I thought about the risks associated with a meeting at this hour in that part of town. Especially if I planned on leaving my clothes at home to make it even more exciting. I thought about it, and then remembered that I'd had been drinking and I probably shouldn't be driving.

"Why don't you come here," I typed, and then sent a pin to my current location and hit return.

"Did you just give this strange guy your address?" my rational mind shrieked, "You've got work tomorrow; jack yourself off if you have to, but just go to bed!"

I heard the familiar ring of a new email arriving.

"Thanks for the invite, you horny slut, but I have to mind the shop all night," his reply said.

I typed in my reply, "Can I stop in after work tomorrow?"

I waited for a few minutes and was surprised there was no reply. After 30 minutes had passed, I assumed the pawn shop boss had lost interest and moved on. I poured another scotch and enjoyed it while I watched T.V. An hour, and three more scotches later, I decided to head upstairs to bed. I set my glass on the counter near the sink and walked down the hall to the bedroom.

I stopped at the front door and looked out at the bright moon in the sky. I opened the door and stepped into the warm summer night. The mild breeze felt great against my skin. I stood there exposing myself for a minute or so, and then turned and walked back into my house. I turned off all the lights and hopped into bed. I set my phone on the charger on the nightstand next to me and dozed off.

A Surprise Late-Night Interruption

It was nearly 3 a.m. when the ring doorbell app on my phone woke me out of a deep slumber. I looked at the ring camera and saw a shadowy figure standing at my front door.

"Who is it?" I said through the app.

"It's your friend from the pawn shop," the figure replied, "Get your naked ass out here and let me in."

My heart jumped in my throat as I remembered that I had sent this man a pin and invited him over. I was still tipsy from the scotch I had in my system, and I had to be up and getting ready for work in a little over three hours.

"Dude, it's three in the morning," I answered, "I've got to be up in three hours."

"You can't fool me, cunt," he said, "I know you'd rather stay up all night with my cock rather than getting a few hours of sleep."

It was very convenient to him to come to me. All I had to do was walk twenty feet and open the door and I would have access to more of the anonymous sex I secretly desired.

"I'll be right there," I said, and hopped out of bed.

I walked down the hall and peaked around the corner. A large man was standing in the shadows at the front door. I couldn't make out his face, I could only see his silhouette in the moonlight. I walked to the door, unlocked it and opened it so I could meet the man outside. As I opened the door, he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the front stoop. I was wearing nothing, not even slippers when he dragged me off the front step and into the middle of the front yard.

"Get on your knees, bitch," He ordered.

"Dude, I'm not out, I can't be seen like this," I pleaded, as I looked the pawn shop owner in the eye.

The pawn shop owner was bigger than I was and probably ten years older. He was clean shaven, with dark eyes. His neck and arms were both tattooed. As I looked at him with panic in my eyes, he grabbed me by the throat and started forcing me down.

"Don't be a tease now, bitch," the man said, "If needed, I'll smack you around until you agree to service me right here."

At this late hour, I figured it was pretty unlikely that any of my neighbors would be passing by. I figured the sooner I got this over with the better. I lowered myself to my knees and started undoing the pawnshop owner's pants. I opened his belt and started to unzip his work slacks. As I got his fly open, his cock sprang out nearly slapping me as it did.

"Nice cock!" I groaned as I looked at his thick, seven-inch, cock.

"Suck it, whore," he ordered, letting his hands rest on his hips.

My knees were getting wet from the dew on the grass at that early hour. I let his pants fall all the way to the ground and then leaned forward to take his cock into my mouth. My eyes kept glancing out to the street as I started to service the big man's cock in my front yard. I was very concerned about performing this lewd act, naked, right in my own front yard for all the world to see.

This wasn't the same as letting some anonymous people watch me being a slut. Anyone who saw me now, would know exactly who I was. My secret would be out; my life would be over. It was terrifying. I decided to get him off as fast as possible so that I could get back inside.

I felt his hands move to my head as he started to take deep strokes into my throat.

"Yeah, face fuck me right in my front yard!" I whispered as I pulled off to take a breath, "Do what you want, this is what I deserve."

I was trying to talk dirty to him to make him cum faster. I realized that this was a risky move since he might take my offer as genuine.

"Don't worry, pervert," he answered, "You're going to get a chance to take my cock in both your holes."

His cock was back in my throat. I was on my knees with my hands on his ass cheeks. He was standing in front of me with his hands firmly on my head. He was driving his cock into my throat with no concern over my willingness.

"Gawk, Gawk," I heard my throat making loud noises.

"Fuck yeah, bitch, let's show your neighborhood what a slut you are," Pawnshop man said.

He grabbed my left wrist and pulled it over my head. Then, I felt a cold ring wrap around it and then heard a ratcheting sound. He pulled me up by my left arm and spun me around. Before I could react, the had my other wrist and was attaching the second cuff.

"This isn't cool," I protested, with my hands now cuffed behind my back, "I was doing what you wanted!"

"Shut up and get back on your knees," he ordered, shoving me backward as he did.

I managed to stay upright but stumbled. I dropped back to my knees and opened my mouth. I was now very concerned that this stranger had intentions I didn't want to explore.

"Just let me go and I'll come to your shop and do anything you want," I begged, "Let's not do this here, it's too public!"

'Gawk, Gawk, Gawk," I heard my throat making familiar noises as he throat-fucked me.

"It's not too public for me," he replied, without even hesitating to fuck my face, "I don't know anybody around here. Besides, you're the one who's naked with a cock in your mouth."

I couldn't believe what I had let myself get into. After a very dangerous day, I had made it home safe. Now, I was in the most precarious position I had been in all day. My mind was racing trying to remember if any of my neighbors were early morning runners. I was completely under this man's control until he removed the cuffs. I was turned on, but terrified.

"Stay right there," he ordered as he pulled out his cock and walked behind me.

I felt he hands on my shoulders, pushing me forward. Without my hands to stop me, I fell face first into the grass. My hands were still cuffed behind my back.

"Look at you, naked and cuffed in your front yard," he laughed, "I wonder how you're going to explain this when the sun comes up."

"Please don't do that," I begged, "I told you that I would do anything you want back at your shop. Just let me go."

"Get your ass in the air, cunt," he ordered, "I can do anything I want to you right here."

I raised my ass and got up on my knees. My face was still in the grass because my arms were cuffed behind my back.

"Look at you offering me your ass, right here in your front yard," he laughed, "If your neighbors didn't know you were a cumslut before, they are going to find out tonight."

"Just take me back inside," I begged, "You can abuse me in there, any way you like. Let's just get off my front lawn."

I felt his hands on my ass and his cock slapping in my crack.

"I like it out here," he laughed, "You're going to have grass stains on your face when I'm done pounding you, bitch."

I felt his wet cock start to poke my hole and I knew I was about to get fucked.

"Ugh!" he moaned, as he shoved his fat cock all the way in my ass to the base.

"Not a tight hole, but it'll do," he sighed, and then started sawing away into my ass.

My face was rubbing in the grass as he fucked me from behind. He was using the cuffs like the reigns of a horse to pull me back on his cock as he slammed me from behind. The pawnshop owner knew how to fuck. He was pounding away at my ass and making slapping sounds each time his hips slammed into my naked ass cheeks.

I couldn't believe how dirty I felt being barebacked on my own front yard, handcuffed and naked. Even after everything I had done that day, this was the riskiest and most titillating. If anyone saw me know there would be no question that I was a kinky, gay bottom slut. I was getting fucked hard by the stranger with a bigger cock than mine in the middle of my front yard.

"Look at you with your face down and your ass up," he sneered, "You love being naked with a cock up your ass, don't you?"

I didn't answer, because my face was being smashed into the wet grass. I just hoped that he would finish soon and let me go before I was discovered.

"You suck cock, you take it in the ass. Is there anything won't do, slut?" he laughed.

Even though I was totally freaked out about being discovered, my cock was rock hard, and I was very turned on. I could feel the orgasm building in my balls, but I didn't want to cum because I was afraid my assailant would see that as a sign I wanted more.

My assailant wasn't kidding when he said I'd have grass stains on my face. He was fucking me hard, forcing my face across the grass as he did. His big thick cock was hitting my prostate just right, almost forcing my balls to release. Only my terror of being discovered was keeping me from blowing my load.

"I've fucked you about four feet across your front yard, slut," he growled, as he continued to plow me from behind, "Tell me how much you like to be fucked."

"I love your cock, Sir," I said, trying to comply with my captor.

"What?" he groaned, "Louder!"

"I love taking your cock!" I yelled, hoping the neighbors windows weren't open on a mild summer night.

Intensity Grows, So Does Risk

It seemed like the pawnshop owner had been fucking me for an hour, but I knew it was only minutes. He was still plowing me hard, grinding my face into the grass. Even so, I could feel my orgasm building in my balls. It was exciting to allow myself to get barebacked in public. I just didn't like the fact that "public" happened to be my front yard.

I thought I heard something in the distance and froze trying to listen harder. It was difficult to focus on the faint sound in the distance over the loud slapping the stranger was making as he slammed into me from behind. Still, I heard something terrifying. It sounded like a car in the distance.

"Please don't let that car drive by," I said to myself.

I dreaded being discovered by a neighbor, it would literally end my career and my standing in the community. I tried to lift my head enough to see if I could see headlights coming, but the large man with his cock in my ass kept driving me back down into the grass.

"Are you ready to swallow my load, bitch?" the stranger asked, rhetorically, "I'm about to pull out of your ass and let you suck me dry."

I had done ass to mouth sex before, but I was in no mood for it under these circumstances. This stranger was getting off by fucking me in a way that threatened my reputation with all my neighbors. I would have been happy to let him use me inside. I was very angry that he was forcing me into this situation.

I felt the stranger stop his thrusts and pull his cock out of my ass.

"On your knees, cunt," he barked, as I tried to get up off the ground.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to my knees. I could see his wet cock in front of me pointed at my mouth. I opened my mouth, relieved that it might be over soon, and let his cock in.