It all started with a phone call, a call that would change my life forever. I had been playing on a web site for about 6 months, writing erotic stories and talking with women that made my cock so hard I thought it make put a hole in my pants.
I was a married man, so I knew I shouldn't have been there without my wife's permission. But I felt trapped in a sexless marriage and the web site and my writings were my only outlet from the pressures of every day life and the release I so desperately needed.
I was chatting on-line with a great girl I had met recently on the site when I got the call. I had a huge smile on my face. I typed brb phone on the IM and quickly answered the phone thinking it was business.
"Hello this is John," I said with a confident voice.
"Well, hello John. It's nice to finally put a voice to the pictures." The voice on the other end was a deep manly voice. He was very direct, didn't mince words.
"Who is this?" I asked with a puzzled voice. He had instantly grabbed my attention, but I still didn't think too much of it since my face is all over my business web site, just thought he was kind of creepy.
"You don't know me John, and who I am is not important. What's important is that I know you. I know all about you. I know that you are married and I know what you have been up to."
"I....Uhhhh...I don't know what you mean." I tried desperately to keep my composure and remain coy, but his words cut into me like a dagger.
Before I even had time to think about the ramifications of what he had just said he was speaking again. "I'm gonna get right to the point. You have something I want. I have information about you that you wouldn't want your family, friends, and clients to find out. What I propose is simple. You give me what I want and I don't e-mail all of those people the incriminating evidence I have against you."
My heart practically stopped as the words came out of his mouth. He was right. I was a church going man. I led my Bible study for goodness sakes. I was a pillar of the community and my business was based on that reputation. If this got out, then I would be ruined. Not to mention that my marriage would be over and I would lose my kids. I couldn't let that happen. I would do anything to keep that from happening.
I asked some questions to make sure he wasn't making shit up. "How do you know about me? What kind of proof do you have? How did you get my friends' e-mail addresses?"
He spoke again in his calm, unshakable way, "How is not important, but go check your e-mail if you want the proof. I'll wait."
I quickly flipped over to my e-mail and hit refresh. There was an e-mail from an unknown sender. I clicked on it and a screen came up with transcripts of IM conversations. Chats that I had talked about my kids and my business. It was plenty of information to incriminate me. It also had some very dirty thoughts in there.
After a long silence and a deep sigh I picked up the phone again. "How much do you want?" I asked.
"I don't want your money John, and by the way thanks for clicking on that e-mail and downloading the virus I just used to get your friends and family's e-mail addresses." He chuckled.
"Then what do you want?" I was even more confused than ever. What else could this guy possibly want from me?
"I want you John. I've seen that sweet ass of yours. I've seen those lips. I've read your stories. I get so fucking hard every time I look at your pictures! I'm about to cum just talking to you." I was so taken aback by that statement that I almost fell out of my chair.
When I was finally able to gain control of my thoughts again I said, "You do realize I'm not gay right? You sure you don't have me mistaken for someone else?"
He laughed again. "Oh, I know exactly who I'm talking to. I've seen that cock spewing that hot nasty cum all over the place, and I want a piece of it. I always get what I want."
"So what exactly do you want?" I still wasn't sure what he wanted from me.
"You know what I want. I'm gonna e-mail you an address. You meet me at that address tomorrow at noon or the e-mail goes out to everyone. No questions asked. I'm not one to negotiate. I think we both know that I'm holding all of the cards here. Don't worry, you might like it." Then there was silence. He had hung up before I even had time to protest.
I refreshed my e-mail again and there was another e-mail from an unknown sender. I was scared to open it, but I really didn't have a choice. The e-mail had an address on the other side of town, with the words PS- shave that tight little ass of yours before you come.
My ass clenched at the sight of the words. I got sick to my stomach. I sat there for the next hour just trying to come up with some way to get out of this, but nothing came to my mind. I was stuck. I may actually have to do this, I thought to myself. That sick bastard had me by the balls and tomorrow he literally might have me by the balls.
That night I was lying there in my bed tossing and turning. Images of what might have to happen the next day were haunting me. I had no idea what this guy looked like, but I imagined him to be some dirty old man, with a raggedy old dick.
I had wondered a time or two what it might feel like to have a cock in your mouth or in your ass. A lot of women sure seemed to like it so there must be something enjoyable about it. But never before had I been able to stomach the thought of it. As I was lying there in deep thought I was finally able to fall asleep around 2:00 in the morning from exhaustion.
I slept in the next morning. I got up late and slowly got ready for work, making sure to shave my ass like he had asked me to do. I tried to play with it a little in the shower, just trying to see what it might feel like. It was hard to even get a finger in there. The thought of more than that scared the hell out of me.
