The text message simply said, "Your night of indiscretion 15 years ago is being remembered. You will cooperate with me or the attached picture will be given to your family and employer. Wait for further instructions. Failure to cooperate is not a wise decision." Attached was a picture of me naked and being penetrated by man.
This text caused a flash back to a Friday night during my senior year at Ohio State. I just left the library at about 9:00 PM and was ready to head home. Deciding to reward myself with a beer before leaving campus. The popular bar was Jimmy's. It was known for good beer, "fast I.D checks" and good prices. The place was crowded so I ended up at a small table near the restrooms. Not my first choice of a prime location. After a few minutes a graduate instructor, Jason, I had met in a psychology class asked to join me. We talked for a while and I had to go to the restroom. Jason said he would wait for me.
When I returned Jason had ordered a fresh beer for both of us and we continued to talk. Jason had a theory that all adults were in fact bisexual and if the opportunity arose they would have sex with the same of opposite sex. I disagreed.
Jason asked, "Are you attracted sexually to girls or men?"
I immediately said, "Girls of course."
Jason followed up, "Ok, have you ever had sex with men or fantasized about it?
My response, "No, of course not."
At that point I started feel warm and a bit dizzy. The conversation was beginning to get weird and not one I wanted to continue. I started to leave.
"Jason, it's been interesting talking with you, but I have to get home."
As I stood up I became very dizzy and sat back down. I was not well, and my cloths seemed to be rubbing me everywhere.
Jason looked at me. "You don't look good and I don't think you can safely drive. Let me take you to my apartment where you can rest."
I reluctantly agreed. "I only will need a few minutes to rest."
Jason said, "Of course you will feel better in a little while."
At that point Jason helped me to my feet and walked me to his car parked in the rear parking lot. In a few minutes we were at his apartment. He helped me up the steps and into the living room.
"Sit on the couch and I will get you a class of water." As Jason left for the kitchen.
I continued to feel hot and my cloths seemed to be making it worse. I unbuttoned my shirt which seemed to make me feel a little better.
Returning Jason gave me the water. "I'll rub your neck which will help." Within a minute he was rubbing my neck. At the same time my cock became aroused. Not what I wanted but it happened. Jason noticed the bulge in my pants. He clearly knew what he was doing was creating the arousal.
Jason looked at me and said, "You clearly look uncomfortable. I'll make you feel better by losing your tight clothes."
Without further discussion I undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. "Now that must feel better." I meekly smiled. That did feel better, but I was still hot.
"Your cock is really straining." Within a few seconds my pants and underwear wear pulled down. Exposing me. I started to object but felt weak and unable to really say no.
With a look of a complete control Jason said, "Let's got all your clothes off and you will feel better beside I have someone you will want to meet."
Within a minute my shoes, socks, pants and underwear were pulled off and thrown into the corner. Next off came my shirt. Naked on the couch the best I could do was protest. Jason didn't listen. I had to admit being naked at that moment felt good but being with a stranger was humiliating.
He continued, "I have someone I want you to meet. Ellen, please bring in our guest."
A clothed woman emerged from the bedroom leading a very attractive naked woman. She was blond, blue eyed 5ft 7in beauty.
Jason continued, "I appreciate both of you volunteering to help me with my graduate thesis. Has already had sex with my partner and now it's time for both of you to have sex. "
With both Jason and Ellen looking on the woman and I were forced to make love and have sex. This lasted for over an hour. We were photographed, and recordings were made as we submitted to being told how we were to perform. Sometime during our hour together, the woman whispered to me, "My name is Amy I don't want to be here so please don't hurt me."
After an hour or so we were told to get up. Ellen stayed with Amy while I was lead into the bedroom. There two big guys were waiting for me.
Jason said, "Now it you turn to demonstrate your interest in men. I will submit to their desires a and wishes."
With that both me began playing with me. Still feeling dizzy and weak I could only protest but did submit to their demands including sucking cocks, being fucked, and being milked. At some point I passed out.
The morning sun came through the window as I awoke with a headache. The woman I met last night was laying naked next to me. Jason came and said, "Good morning"
I was angry and shouted at him to get me out of here. Jason just smiled, "You are free to go, and your cloths are in the living room. You apparently had a very good time last night at my party. By the way just in case you have thoughts of going to the police or anyone else, you might want to look at these pictures."
Polaroid pictures of the woman and I having in various sexual positions with our faces clearly visible stopped me. I realized filing a report with the police would not be wise.
"Oh, by the way, you seemed to really enjoy time in the bedroom." Polaroids of me naked, being penetrated and other homosexual acts clearly meant I would not want to talk to anyone. Over taken with shame and humiliation I knew I was in trouble.
Jason said, "You have nothing to fear. You may keep these pictures as a remembrance of last night. I have much better ones taken on my Nikon. No one will ever see them, and they are only being used and seen by my partner for our research. Go ahead and get dressed and leave."
I got dressed quickly, took the Polaroid pictures and left. The cold morning air helped bring me out of the "mental fog". Once home I burned the pictures and hoped I would never hear from Jason.
That was 15 years ago. That nightmare memory faded into the past as I graduated, got married, established a successful career, and had a family. That night belonged to a college experience that would never affect my life.
The text message brought all the negative memories rushing back. For the next several days there was no further text messages or communication was received. Then a FedEx package arrived at the office marked personal and confidential. Signing the receipt-of-delivery I was afraid as to what it contained. Rather than opening the envelop in the office, I took it to my car. The note attached to a brown legal-size envelope, read, "Hi, read my instructions very carefully. You will meet me in Atlanta in two days. You will need to bring a woman night gown, bra, panties, nylons, and a pair of high heels that will fit you. You will comply with my instructions. Please think carefully before going to the police. Finally, tomorrow you will receive a text message simply reply Yes. At 10:00 AM you have 20 minutes to reply or the enclosed pictures will be sent to your wife, family, employer, and put out on Internet."
The pictures were from 15 years ago. They were much better quality and very disturbing. No one wants their naked body to be shown all over the internet. Additional images of me that I had not previously seen appeared. The last thing I wanted was those pictures to be released. They would ruin me and my family. I didn't want to comply, but the alternative seemed too horrible to consider.
At precisely 10:00 AM the next morning the promised test message arrived. I did not want to respond but the alternative was destruction of my life. Slowly Y--E--S was typed in and sent. I felt terrible. Within a few minutes I received an emoji smiley face and "See you tomorrow"
I told my wife I had to go to Atlanta for a last minute, emergency conference related to a major installation our company was doing for a major client. I packed my bag like normal, kissed her and headed for Dillard's to purchase most of the items I was ordered to bring. The high heels were a problem but success at Shoe Carnival shoe store. They carried size 12 high heels. The choice was limited but black would do. The trip to the airport and within 1 ½ hours I was standing at the car rental waiting for my car. The question I asked myself at that point was, "Now What?"
Lacking any further instructions, I checked into a Marriott Courtyard and hoped I would get a text. I waited for another 6 hours with nothing. At 7:00 PM the text arrived, "Hi, glad you made it to Atlanta. You will proceed to 1300 Nash Rd NW, in Atlanta's Industrial Park, park in the driveway and bring the cloths I requested. You have an hour to arrive. I suggest you use GPS. Don't be late."
Within a few nervous minutes I got into the car, entered the address into my Apple maps and headed toward he destination. I kept wondering what would happen and even worse if I didn't go."
Arriving at the address with 10 minutes to spare, I parked picked up my bag, and left the safety of my car for the unknown.
Within a minute a woman greeted and lead me into the living room. Sitting on the couch was a woman who looked vaguely familiar. She was in her late 30's very attractive and very nervous. The woman who let into the house said, "You remember Amy. She remembers you."
This was not a reunion either one of us had ever wanted. Looking rather sheepishly at her I said, "Hi, it has been a long time." Her response, "Yes, it has, and I had hoped we would never meet again." I shook my head in agreement.
The woman said, "For your purposes my name is Miss Atlanta. You both followed our requests and have arrived on time. Once your participation has been completed, all the pictures and any information about your night 15 years ago will disappear, never to be seen again. All you have to do is follow instructions. Your instructor will be with us shortly."
Angry, frustrated, and afraid Amy and I looked at each other with only fear of what might happen. What will happen and who is blackmailing us? The question would not be answered for another 15 minutes. We sat trying to make small talk to fill the time. Then the front door opened, and our nightmare personality returned. Jason entered the house with a smile.
