Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2020 14:31:50 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Brian's Big Mistake

Author's Note: This is one of two stories I wrote a few years back when I
ran a tumblr (RIP) page, intended to involve my readers. At the end of each
part, I offered a choice on what happened next and asked for
votes. Whatever got the most votes determined how the story went.

This is the collected total of that story. For the sake of completion, I
have included the options that were given and the result of the vote. So
now I present to you my interactive story – Brian's Big Mistake.

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Brian's Big Mistake

by Matt (with help from his Tumblr followers)

Prologue

"Sir, do you blackmail guys?" was the first message Brian sent.

"No, absolutely not. Blackmail is not fun for me, not safe for you and
doubtlessly illegal wherever you are! What I do is expose guys because it's
what they want. I want everyone to enjoy what they're doing!" Master Matt
had a replied.

A week later, Brian sent another message. "If you'd ever consider
blackmail, here are some pictures of me naked. I'd hate for anyone to see
them and would do anything to avoid it!"

"Still not interested!" Master Matt had answered. Annoyingly, the pictures
were actually quite hot. Brian looked to be in his late twenties, his body
slender and toned, his cock average length but thick, a nervous but cute
smile spread across his face. His dark ginger hair was cut short, his nose
and cheeks smattered with pale freckles.

A few more days later Brian sent his next message. "Please Sir, I need
it. Below is my full name, address, phone number and email address. Please
use it against me!"

"Very nice. Not interested!"  Master Matt answered, his patience with the
follower of his blog running short.

Ten days later came Brian's boldest message. "Sir, I need you to control
me, I need you to blackmail me, I need to be used by you and
destroyed. It's all I can think about. I've sent more pictures, this time
sucking cock... but I'm straight and married, nobody can know! I'll do
literally anything you tell me!"

Sick of the pestering, Master Matt adopted a different approach. Refusal
obviously wasn't getting through to him, perhaps he could be scared off
instead. "Okay, if you want to do this I need more. I need the names,
addresses, phone numbers and email addresses of your closest family members
and friends. I need a link to all social media accounts you have. I need to
know where you work and the names of your colleagues. I also need more
secrets to use against you, tell me everything, every thing you've kept
secret from your wife or friends, anything illegal or immoral, anything you
could never let anyone else find out. Send me all of this, with a video of
you naked and stating that you want me to own you and destroy you!"
Satisfied that it would be enough to scare anyone off, Matt sent it,
expecting to never hear from him again.

Three days later, Master Matt received the response. "Okay Sir, below are
all the details you requested and I've sent you a lot more pictures and
videos. Sorry it took so long to get together."

Matt stared in disbelief. It was all there, every detail he had asked for,
enough information to control, blackmail or outright destroy Brian. "Very
good, boy," he sent back. "Perhaps I could be convinced to abuse you after
all. However, I have one question before we begin. This is an important
question, so think very carefully before you answer. Whatever you decide
now, I will hold you to until the very end, no matter how much you beg or
plead to change it. How mean do you want me to be?

"I can offer the simple version. That will consist of a few simple tasks
and punishments for failure will just be a little light exposure. The
moderate version. That will have harder tasks and punishment will result in
riskier exposure. The hard version. That will require more difficult, risky
and public tasks and failure will result in direct exposure to people you
know. Or... there's the extreme version. This constitutes total
destruction. You will be publicly humiliated, outed to everyone, exposed to
extreme levels and your life essentially destroyed. I say again, think
carefully because once you choose, there's no going back!"

Choice given – how hard should I go on Brian?

Option 1 - Easy Option 2 – Moderate Option 3 - Hard Option 4 –
Extreme

The readers chose: Option 4 - Extreme

Brian's Big Mistake – Part 1 – Becoming A Slave

"I really can't change my mind?" Brian asked, his phone shaking in his
hands.

"No!" Master Matt replied bluntly.

Brian felt dizzy, sweating profusely, cock throbbing, heart pounding. He
knew what he wanted to say and he knew what he should say, but they were
two different things. They were struggling for control of his hands. His
mind screaming 'easy' his cock demanding 'extreme'. As always, the decision
did not come from Brian's brain.

"Extreme, Sir. I want extreme!" Brian felt a sudden sense of calm after he
had sent it. It was done. If Master Matt kept his side of what had been
promised, this was the beginning of the end for him. The question was, how
extreme would it be?

"When I am finished with you, you will have nothing left except for your
existence as a fag, a toy for men to enjoy and abuse!" Master Matt
explained.

"Thank you Sir!" Brian replied, his stomach churning.

"Before we get started, I need to test just how obedient you are. I am
going to give you a series of commands. You will obey them without question
or hesitation. Is that understood?" Master Matt asked.

Brian's cock felt like it was going to burst. He had never been so hard in
his life. "Your wish is my command, Sir!" he answered as he waited in horny
desperation for what his Master would make him do.

"Head to the location I am going to send you. Message me when you get
there!" Master Matt ordered.

Brian obeyed eagerly. "Just going to the gym!" he called out on his way out
of the house, getting a general noise of acknowledgement from his wife.

The drive to the specified location was nerve-wracking for Brian. He had
wanted this for so long, to be dominated, controlled... destroyed and it
was finally happening. It was strange to be gripped by a sense of impending
doom and giddy excitement all at once. Reaching the destination, Brian
parked the car and sent his location to Master Matt to confirm he had done
as instructed. He sat waiting for a reply, watching the people and cars go
past, wondering if he was about to be exposed to them somehow. He shrunk in
his seat, almost feeling like they were already looking at him.

"Okay, now get out and walk here," Master Matt instructed, sending another
location to Brian's phone.

Brian climbed out of the car, locked it and followed the instructions on
his phone to get to the spot that had been instructed. It was a nearby
park, about a ten minute walk away from where he had left the car.

"Go to the play area and bury your car keys in the sand," Master Matt
instructed after Brian confirmed he had arrived.

Once again, Brian obeyed, glad that the play area was already empty. He may
have had a hard time explaining what he was doing had there still been any
children or families around. As soon as he was done, Master Matt sent yet
another location, which Brian quickly headed towards. It was another ten
minute walk away, down some busy streets. Brian was shaking already,
wondering what Master Matt actually had planned for him. He eventually came
to a stop of the exact point his Master had specified, standing in the
middle of the footbridge the stretched across the river that snaked through
the city.

"I'm here Sir," Brian sent, standing and looking down into the river, doing
his best to ignore the people walking past in both directions.

"Okay. Remove all your clothes, footwear too and throw them into the
river!" Master Matt instructed.

"Sir, I can't. There are too many people around!" Brian protested.

"Should you fail to do this, pictures of you sucking dick will be emailed
to your wife immediately. This is your only warning. Refuse or delay even
once and I'll do it! Now do as you're told!" Master Matt stated
matter-of-factly.

Brian felt sick. It suddenly felt very real. His wife could find out he
liked men, that he had cheated on her with men. The only way to avoid it
was to get completely naked in public. Shaking more than ever, he quickly
pulled off his clothes, doing his best to ignore the stares from the people
passing. He left his underwear on til the end, trying to maintain some
dignity, but as Master Matt demanded video proof, he knew he had to do it.

Pulling off his underwear, he picked up the rest of his clothes and started
recording as he dangled the pile of clothing over the handrail, pausing for
just a moment before letting go. Staring down at the water, he saw his
footwear splash in and sink, while the rest of his clothes began to drift
downstream. He kept one hand behind him, trying to cover his rear, knowing
that it did nothing to hide his nudity while he waited for further
instructions.

"Okay, well done," Master Matt replied. "Now, all you have to do is get
home!"

Brian needed no further instruction. He set off at a mad run, cupping his
hands over his semi-hardened cock as he ran past several people along the
bridge. Most of them shouted things after him or laughed, but it was all a
blur to Brian. He just knew he had to get back to the car.

Suddenly, he remembered the diversion he had taken, burying his car keys in
the park. Cursing under his breath, he made his way for the park. As he ran
along the busy streets, more and more people saw him. Most were amused or
confused, a few looked offended, Brian just knew he had to be quick before
someone called the police.

Getting into the park was quite a relief. Aside from being quieter than the
streets, the sporadic clusters of trees and shrubs gave him plenty of
hiding spots to allow him to get to the playground without being seen. He
froze as the playground came into sight though, hearing voices ahead.

Cowering behind a bush, Brian peered across and saw a group of teenagers. A
couple were casually sitting on the swings, a couple more on the floor, a
few more stood around, all talking loudly and horsing around.

"Fuck!" Brian muttered. He couldn't go get his keys now, he would have to
wait them out. He made himself comfortable, desperately hoping they would
move on quickly but as the minutes ticked by, it seemed increasingly
unlikely.

After sitting there for around fifteen minutes, a message arrived from
Master Matt. "Back at the car yet?"

"No Sir," Brian replied. "There's people in the playground so I''m waiting
for them to leave."

"You have five minutes!" Master Matt messaged. "If I don't get a picture of
you holding the keys within five minutes, the pictures get sent."

Brian could have cried. Running past moving strangers was one thing, but
approaching the group of teens, who he knew would react differently from
the other strangers, would be even harder. Watching the clock for a couple
of minutes, Brian hoped they would leave but luck was not on his side.

Figuring speed would be the key, he jumped out from behind the bush and
dashed towards where he had buried his keys. There was a scream of surprise
from one of the teenage girls who saw him before the others. The rest soon
noticed him too, all of them climbing to their feet.

"The fuck is this?" a guy asked approaching Brian as he knelt down to
retrieve his keys.

"I'm really sorry, I just need to get something and I'll go!" Brian said
apologetically, frantically digging. In his panic, he had not picked the
exact right spot and was now scrabbling around trying to find his keys in
the sand.

"You fucking pervert, you like showing off, do you?" another teen
sneered. The crowd gathered closer.

Several phones were held up, recording him as he frantically searched.

"No, I'm sorry," Brian whimpered. "YES!" he yelled out as he finally found
his keys. Standing up, he turned away from the group.

"Not so fast, perv!" one of them called after him, grabbing his shoulder.

Brian managed to pull away and ran for the exit of the park. Some of the
teens ran after him, hurling abuse at him but not actually attempting to
catch him. Clearing the park, Brian found himself surrounded by cars and
other members of the public. Desperate to get away, he had not even
attempted to cover himself up, but as more and more eyes fell on him, he
covered his crotch.

The run to the car seemed to take forever, but in reality took just a
couple of minutes. Pressing the button to unlock the car as soon as it came
into sight, he pulled the door open and jumped in, slouching in the seat to
try and hide as he regained his breath.

Still panting, he started the car and headed for home, heart pounding. By
the time he reached home, the reality of what he had done set in, but
instead of being afraid of the repercussions, his cock just throbbed.

"Sir, am I allowed to cum?" Brian asked, already playing with his cock.

"You can, but you will cum on yourself and you will not clean it off until
you get into the house!" Master Matt answered.

Sitting in the driveway, nervously on the lookout for any neighbours, Brian
started stroking his cock. The excitement and humiliation had obviously
built within him as he felt ready to cum in seconds. Wanting to prolong the
feeling, he edged a few times before his cock finally erupted.

The first shot hit the roof of the car, splatting back down onto Brian as
the next several shots covered his stomach and chest. He stroked himself as
long as he could before his cock got too sensitive and forced him to stop.

Post-orgasmic, the walk to the front door suddenly felt a lot more scary,
as did the prospect of being seen walking in naked and covered in cum by
his wife. Wanting to get it done, if only to avoid being seen sitting naked
in the car, he ran to the front door while scanning the surrounding area
for signs of movement. Just as he was opening the door, he saw someone
coming down the street, but had ducked inside before they could see him.

He dashed up the stairs and headed for the bathroom, keen to wash off the
cum. At least showering would explain why he was naked if his wife caught
him. Thankfully she did not and there was no sign of the kids either. After
the number of people who had already seen Brian naked that evening, it was
only a small relief.

By the time he had showered and emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a
towel, he had a long message from Master Matt.

"Well done, you have proven you can do as you're told. Now I can begun
doing what you requested. As requested, I intend to destroy your life
utterly and leave you living as the true fag you know you are meant to
be. There are ten aspects which make up your life and I will systematically
take every one of them away from you. They are as follows: Your
relationship with your wife, your relationship with your children, your
job, your friends, your family, your homes, your finances, your identity,
your appearance and the use of your cock. As a benevolent Master, I will
allow you to choose which of these we will destroy first. Make your
choice!"

Brian stared at his phone. Would Master Matt really take these things away
from him? He wanted it, he needed it, he had thought about it constantly
for quite some time, but suddenly it was really happening. So the question
was, where to start...

Choice given – All these things will be taken away from Brian, but what
should go first?

Relationship with wife Access to children Job Friends Family Home Finances
Identity Appearance Cock

The readers chose: Relationship with wife

Brian's Big Mistake – Part 2 – Losing the Wife

Brian lay in bed, restless and unable to sleep. Next to him, Karen lay
snoring softly. He lay looking at her, playing over their history in his
head. He loved her, he knew that much, but over the last few years, he had
stopped being 'in love' with her. At times he wondered if he ever had
been. He had spent so long suppressing his homosexual desires that it was
hard to tell what he had done because he genuinely wanted, and what he had
done to help with the suppression.

He felt guilty for what he knew was going to happen, even though he didn't
quite know what it was yet. He hadn't even hesitated when Master Matt asked
what should be destroyed first. "My wife!" he had answered within
seconds. Would it be quick? Would he be forced to confess his sins to her?
Would Master Matt just tell her everything himself? Whatever happened he
knew wuld not be nice, and a part of him felt awful about it, but at the
same time his cock throbbed at the possibilities.

Casually groping his erection, Brian finally drifted off to sleep.

***

When he awoke, Karen was already up and about, getting the kids ready for
school. Brian's cock was rigid and he considered playing with it, but
figured he should get up and get ready for work. By the time he was
showered and dressed, heading downstairs, Karen and the kids were just on
their way out the door.

"Bye Daddy!" five-year-old Isla said cheerfully as she saw her father,
running up to give him a hug.

Brian wrapped his arms around the girl and kissed her on the cheek before
turning her back around to head for the door.

"Later Dad," eight-year-old Alex said to his Dad when Isla was done, also
getting a hug.

"See you later," Karen added, leaning in to get a kiss from her husband.

The door closed and Brian stood motionless in the hallway. All of this
would likely be gone soon. Karen, Alex, Isla, the house, everything. Tears
ran down his cheeks at the thought of it, partly because he knew what he
would be losing, but partly because he knew it was what he truly wanted.

He was at work before he heard from Master Matt, a message arriving
mid-morning. Brian had worked as a plumber his whole life and one of the
things he liked about his current employer was the freedom he had about how
to spend his day. He had just finished a repair job and was sat in his van
when the message came through.

"Get hard, get your cock out, take a picture of it and send it to your wife
with the message 'I showed you mine, now you show me yours!' and send me a
screenshot to prove it's been done!" Master Matt ordered.

Getting hard was no a problem for Brian. The moment he read the message, he
stiffened. It was a lot more subtle than he had expected, but that somehow
made it worse. He briefly considered trying to fake it, making a fake
contact in his phone to send the message to, but he knew he would get
caught and things would just be made worse.

Looking round nervously to check nobody could see him, he unzipped his work
trousers, reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock and took a
picture. He copied the words Master Matt asked him to send and pasted it
into the message with his picture. His finger hovered over 'send' for
several seconds before he finally did it. His heart pounded and his cock
almost erupted without being touched.

Not wanting to cum without permission, Brian put himself away, send the
screenshot to Master Matt and grabbed his work phone, clicking the button
to request his next job. He set off to continue working, doing his best to
forget about what he had just done. He almost expected an immediate call
from Karen, or at least a message back, but he got nothing.

The rest of the afternoon passed slowly, Brian's feeling of impending doom
just getting stronger and stronger but by the time he returned home,
nothing had happened. It was only a few minutes later that he heard Karen's
car pull up and the kids rushing into the house.

The kids both greeted their Dad before Karen said to them, "Go change out
of your school uniform and play in your room's for a bit. Daddy and I need
to talk!"

'Fuck!' Brian thought instantly.

As soon as the children were gone, Karen joined Brian in the lounge and
closed the door. Silently, she pulled her phone out of her handbag and
loaded up the message. "I'm guessing it wasn't meant for me!" she said,
surprisingly calmly.

"Yes it was," Brian lied. "I was just feeling naughty and I thought it'd
make you laugh!"

Karen stared at him for several seconds, looking sceptical. "Okay," she
conceded. "If you say so, but I'm watching you!"

Brian grinned. "Show me yours and I'll be watching you too!" he said,
giving his wife a wink. Inside he was dying, but he managed to fake his
merriment sufficiently.

"You're a fucking idiot!" Karen said, smirking as she shook her head.

Later on, Brian filled Master Matt in on what had happened, getting a 'LOL'
back in response.

***

The next day, Brian received his next instruction. It was brief and
direct. "Message Karen and tell her you want to have a threesome and that
you have a guy in mind. If she thinks you're joking, convince her you're
not! The guy's name is Darren."

Brian was conflicted again. Was this a genuine possibility? He had actually
thought about a threesome like that before, but never dared mention it. Or
was it Master Matt just trying to sow discontent between Brian and his
wife?

Obediently as always, Brian did as he was told, sending the message. This
time, Karen's reply was immediate. "Are you joking again?" she asked.

"No, I want to do it. What do you think?" Brian insisted.

"I think we need to talk about it!" Karen replied.

That evening, the two of them discussed the suggestion, Karen approaching
it calmly once again.

"So... a threesome?" she asked softly.

Brian nodded.

"You see, most guys when they want a threesome, it's... them and two
girls. But you want us and... another guy?" Karen asked, her eyes narrowing
slightly as she looked her husband up and down.

"Yeah," Brian answered. "I thought... you might like... having two guys!"

Karen smirked. "So you want this for my pleasure? Not yours?" she
asked. Getting another nod, she shrugged. "Who's the guy?"

"His name's Darren and I... know him from the gym!" Brian lied.

Karen was a little sceptical, but intrigued enough to give it a go. She
agreed and Brian contacted Master Matt to make the arrangements. He was
surprised to hear Brian had got his wife to agree quite so easily but
pleased that things would proceed as he planned.

Arrangements were made for Darren to come round on Saturday night. The kids
had been sent to stay the night at their Aunt's house to give Brian and
Karen their privacy. When Darren knocked at the door, it was Brian who
looked the most nervous, especially considering what Master Matt had told
him.

"Obey Darren. Serve him. Do what he tells you, focus entirely on him and
ignore Karen completely!" Master Matt had instructed.

Karen let Darren in, looking quite pleased as she lef him into the
lounge. Brian could understand why – Darren was quite attractive. Just
over six foot tall, short dark hair perfectly styled, heavy stubble, dark
piercing eyes, a strong jawline and classically handsome features. The way
he filled out the near-skin-tight tee-shirt showed hos well built we was
too, a hint of dark chest hair visible above the low neckline.

"So, shall we get started?" Darren asked.

"Gladly," Karen said happily.

As the three of them got into the bedroom, Darren looked straight at Brian
and said quietly but firmly, "Take off your clothes!"

"Yes Sir!" Brian answered without even thinking. He blushed profusely as he
saw the look Karen was giving him. He quickly pulled off his clothes,
standing in front of the other two naked, his cock rigid.

"Now take mine off!" Darren ordered.

"How about me?" Karen asked coyly as Brian set about stripping the other
man.

Darren glanced at the woman and shrugged. "Yeah, erm... strip too!"

Karen seemed keen enough to get her hands on Darren that his disdain
managed to go unnoticed. She undressed eagerly, watching as more of Darren
was revealed.

Darren got eve better looking as Brian stripped him, perfect pecs and
rippling abs, all coated in a layer of neatly trimmed dark hair, bulging
biceps and strong forearms, dusted with dark hair too. His legs were well
muscled too and adorned by the same dark hair. As Brian pulled down the
white 2xist briefs, a seven inch, cut cock sprang free, already at full
firmness, two hefty balls hanging beneath.

"On your knees and suck it!" Darren ordered.

Brian dropped to his knees and virtually inhaled the cock. Karen's eyes
bulged as she saw it, partly aroused, but partly concerned at the seemingly
natural aptitude her husband had for cock sucking.

"And what should I do?" Karen asked, taking a step closer.

Darren shrugged. "I dunno, make us a drink maybe?"

"What!" Karen said angrily. "Brian, you gonna let him act like this?" she
demanded.

Brian was torn. He knew he should be on his wife's side, but Master Matt's
orders still stood. Ignoring her, he continued sucking cock, raising his
hands to grasp Darren's muscled buttocks.

"Brian!" Karen snapped, grabbing her husband's arm.

As Karen pulled, Brian fell away from Brian, cock popping out of his mouth.

"This is over!" Karen insisted.

"No it's not, you're faggot husband wants to ride my cock!" Darren said
with a smirk to Karen, then looked at Brian. "Don't you?"

Brian looked sheepishly at Karen, then back to Darren and said, "Yes Sir!"

"Good little fag!" Darren said, pulling Brian onto his feet and leading him
to the bed, where he sat down. Pulling a condom from the pocket of his
discarded trousers, he began sliding it down his rigid cock as Karen
grabbed her clothes, glaring furiously.

"Brian, make him leave!" Karen demanded. As her husband began to position
himself over Darren's cock, she added, "If you do this, I'm leaving and I'm
not coming back!"

"Good, that's exactly what he wants, isn't you, you cocksucking little
homo!" Darren said, reaching around Brian and pulling him down onto his
cock.

"It is!" Brian whimpered as he felt the cock slide into him, stretching his
hole.

"You... you... fucking faggot!" Karen shrieked, stepping forward and
slapping Brian as hard as she could before storming out.

By the time he heard the car start up on the driveway and pull out, Brian
was bouncing up and down on Darren's cock. Getting close, Darren span him
round, threw him onto the bed and pounded Brian's ass. Pulling out at the
last second, he whipped his condom off, tossed it on Brian's chest, then
shot a massive load all over him.

"You've got a nice ass!" Darren said as he got dressed. He let himself out,
leaving Darren laying dazed and covered in cum, wondering what he had done.

After laying motionless for about half an hour, he got up to go and shower,
but noticed a message had arrived on his phone. It was Master Matt. "One
down, nine to go. What shall we destroy next?"

Choice given: What goes next?

Access to children Job Friends Family Home Finances Identity Appearance
Cock

Readers chose: Access to children

Brian's Big Mistake – Part 3 – Bye Bye Daddy

Karen wasn't coming back, at least not any time soon. The messages Brian
had received from her sister, Anita, made that abundantly clear. The only
conversation that Karen's sister engaged in, was Brian's request to see the
kids.

The only reason Brian stayed in the house once Karen left was that the
house had been owned outright by him before they had even met, inheriting
it as a gift from his grandparents when they had passed away. It felt
strangely large and empty without his wife and children, so he was glad
when Anita came round to drop the children off for a visit.

"I'll be back at three!" Anita said sharply, giving Brian a disgusted stare
before heading back out to the car.

"I missed you Daddy," Isla said as soon as Anita was gone.

Brian picked the girl up, a horrific pang of guilt crippling him
momentarily. "I missed you too honey," he said softly, giving her a hug.

"Dad, when can we come home?" Alex asked, his eyes watery. "I don't like it
at Aunty Anita's place. It smells funny."

"Sorry, buddy," Brian said, squatting down. "I don't think it'll be any
time soon." The look on his childrens' faces triggered something inside
Brian. Determined, he stood up and directed the kids to go play in the
lounge for a minute while he pulled out his phone.

"I'm not doing it!" Brian messaged to Master Matt. "I'm ending this right
now, it's gone far enough!"

The reply came quickly. "We said at the start, once you're in it, you're in
it to the end. Besides, I know this is what you truly want, isn't it?"

Brian felt his determination waver momentarily. He knew, on some level,
that it was exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't hurt his children, he
couldn't give them up. "No, we're done!" he insisted. "Out me all you like,
I don't care who knows I'm gay or who sees me naked. This is over!"

Master Matt did not type his next response, it was just a picture, a
screenshot of one of Brian's own messages. It was the list of details he
had sent to convince Master Matt to control him in the first place. It
included a lot of personal details and a lot of embarrassing secrets, but
it contained something else as well, something Master Matt had highlighted
to emphasise the point – it contained a confession!

When Brian was in his late teens, he and some friends had stolen a car and
taken it for a joyride. It ended when they hit another car. The people in
the other vehicle were injured (but thankfully not killed) and the accident
had caused a massive amount of property damage too. Brian had given every
detail... names, dates, accomplices.  He had confessed to several other
petty crimes too, in his desperate attempt to be controlled. None of them
were big enough to get him incarcerated for life, but combined they were
likely enough to at least cost him a few years.

"Please, don't!" Brian begged.

"Do as you were told and I won't have to!" Master Matt messaged.

Brian could have cried, and had it not been for a shout from the lounge to
distract him, he might have. He went to the kids and started playing with
them, knowing it was likely the last time he would ever do so.

Brian spent the day obeying Master Matts's commands. They had been
simple. Every time Master Matt sent the word 'Edge', Brian had to leave the
room, strip naked, record himself edging and then get dressed, but with one
less item of clothing. The first few had been easy, stopping himself
cumming presenting no problem and losing a shoe or a sock not raising any
questions.

Towards the end of his time with the children, it began to get
progressively difficult. The constant edging was resulting in a
near-permanent state of arousal, which was getting harder to
conceal. Meanwhile, he was running out of clothing to leave off. Two shoes,
two socks and a sweater down, his next option was to return to the children
without his shirt or without his trousers. He opted for the shirt, getting
a quizzical look from the children, but no comment.

As the kids played around in the back garden, Brian sat watching them,
eagerly observing every time one of them called for him to watch what they
were doing with a bounce on the trampoline or jump off the swing. He kept
hoping Anita would turn up early to take the children before he had to go
through with Master Matt's humiliation. Sadly he had no such luck.

"Edge!" the order came.

"Be right back," Brian said nervously to the kids before ducking back into
the house.

Heading to the bathroom, he removed his two remaining items of clothing,
his cock already rigidly hard. It took barely more than a few strokes to
get himself on edge. Wanting to please his Master, he edged a couple more
times, his cock throbbing violently after he stopped, a thin stream of
precum dripping from it to the floor. He sent the video then reached for
his clothes. With a sigh, he pulled on his underwear, the loose material
tenting over his still solid cock.

He kept willing it to go down, even spending a little extra time in the
kitchen making drinks for the kids before going out to them. By the time he
stepped outside, he was down to a semi. He hoped Isla and Alex were too
young to really understand what they were seeing, but the look Alex gave
him indicated his son may be more educated than he realised.

"Daddy, it's not THAT hot out here!" Isla said with a little chuckle as she
took her drink from him.

After finishing their drinks, the kids went back to playing and Brian
returned to watching the clock, willing Anita to arrive. At just a few
minutes to three, Brian heard a car pulling onto the driveway and stood up,
calling out, "Time to go, Auntie Anita's here!" He heard groans of
complaint from them as he headed back into the house to greet his
sister-in-law.

"Are they..." Anita started, as soon as the door opened, but stopped as she
saw Brian standing in just his underwear. "Ready?" she finished, scowling
but saying nothing else.

"Yes, they should be..." Brian started, looking round, expecting his
children to have followed him, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Brian's phone buzzed in his hand. 'FUCK!' he thought to himself. He knew
Master Matt would accept no delays. "They're probably still playing in the
back garden. Feel free to get them and head out!" Brian called out, running
to the bathroom.

Pulling off his underwear, he grabbed his cock and edged. Just the once
this time, quickly sending the video. As soon as it was sent, the phone
vibrated. Looking at it, Brian saw a video call request from Master
Matt. He accepted, then looked at the messages.

"I'll be watching from here. Return to the children, but feel free to cover
up. No point traumatising them with the sight of your drippy cock!" Master
Matt sent.

Desperately hoping Anita had done as he asked and just taken the kids, he
left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen. Anita was in the back garden,
trying to coerce Isla off the trampoline.

"Go outside!" Master Matt ordered.

Holding the phone in one hand and just about managing to cup his balls in
the other, concealing his erection with his forearm, he stepped into the
back garden.

"Daddy, do we really have to go?" Isla asked, still bouncing. She stopped
as she saw her Dad, slowly coming to a halt, then tilted her head and
frowned. "Daddy, where are your clothes?

Anita and Alex both looked round at once, Alex bursting into laughter,
while Anita looked horrified. "What the hell is wrong with you? There are
children here!" she shrieked at him, just making the kids laugh even more.

Isla jumped from the trampoline and ran to her father, evading the grasping
hands of her Aunt. "Daddy, you're so silly!" she said sweetly, running into
him.

Caught off balance, Brian's arms instinctively waved to balance himself,
revealing his still-solid cock.

"OH MY GOD, YOU DISGUSTING PERVERT!" Anita screamed. "Karen was right," she
grabbed Alex's arm, dragging him along with her, then did the same to
Isla. "You're a monster. You're not safe to be around children!"

"Noooo!" Isla cried as she was dragged away.

"Dad, what's going on?" Alex pleaded, teary.

"I'm sorry kids, I love you!" Brian called after them, but they were gone
around the side of the house, Isla's crying already fading.

Brian looked down at his phone. Master Matt had ended the video call and
sent a message. "I can't imagine how hard that was, but it was a necessary
step to becoming who you know you're meant to be. Let me know what I should
make you destroy next, but take the rest of today to yourself. You've
earned it!"

Choice given: Next to go?

Job Friends Family Home Finances Identity Appearance


Readers chose: Family

Brian's Big Mistake – Part 4 – Chain Reaction

Brian's next choice of target for Master Matt had been intended to save
himself from some difficult conversations. He had asked for Master Matt to
destroy his relationship with the rest of his family, as he knew that as
soon as they heard about what had happened with Karen and the kids, he
would have a hard time explaining himself. He soon realised he need not
have bothered requesting it, his own actions had already made it happen.

The message from his parents was not kind. Admonishing him for his
homosexual behaviour, for what he had done to Karen and mostly for his
unacceptable behaviour in front of the children, they made it clear they
were finished with him. He had very little extended family, but he knew
that word of what he had done would have spread to them too, so he made no
attempt to contact them.

He was becoming truly isolated. Wife, children, family, all gone! Yet
somehow... he was revelling in it. He knew it was wrong, yet it felt so
right. When he reported the situation with his family to Master Matt, who
had requested a few days to allow him to think of the next steps, the
reaction was surprising. Master Matt did not ask what Brian wanted to go
next, he simply said to await further instruction.

With little else going on in his life, work became somewhat of a haven. It
was where he could actually still feel normal, that was made it so tough
when the next message from Master Matt finally came. "From now on, whenever
you are in your van, you will be naked. Your clothes should be in the back
of the van, not with you in front. Send me proof each time."

"Fuck!" Brian muttered, turning the engine off. He knew he could try and
fool Master Matt, to hide his clothes out of sight in the front with him,
but it was not worth the risk. He had no doubt that the strict Master would
use his confession against him for the slightest deception.

Climbing out of the van, he stepped round to the back and opened both doors
to give himself just a little cover. Not wanting to prolong it, he quickly
pulled off his uniform and underwear, tossed it in the back, slammed the
doors and ran back to the door. As he pulled the handle, the door stayed
shut.

Realising in horror that he had locked the door when he got out, likely
just through habit, he panicked. Moving to the back, realising his keys had
been put in his pocket as usual, he tried to open the back door. He knew it
was pointless, it was designed to only open with the key. It was company
policy for the safety of their vehicles.

Fear gripped Brian as the gravity of his situation hit him. Everything had
been in his pocket, van keys, house keys, phone, wallet, he had
nothing. With no tools, it would be impossible to break into the back of
the van. Even f he broke the window into the front, he would not be able to
start the van or contact anyone. On top of that, he was miles from home, in
an area he didn't really know too well, always relying on the van's GPS
system to take him to his next job.

He knew one thing. He had to hide. Being seen naked would be bad, being
seen and people knowing who he was and what company he worked for would be
worse. With nobody in sight down the street, he took off at a sprint, hands
cupped over his cock.

Reaching a small park round the next corner, he ducked into a thicket of
shrubs to hide and plan his route home mentally, to the best he could
remember. Figuring that any kind of cover was better than none, he pulled a
couple of small branches off of one of the bushes to hold in front of him
and behind. People would still know he was naked, which would be bad
enough, but at least they wouldn't see everything.

Waiting as a couple of cars drove past the park, he jumped out and
continued his run. Thankful suddenly for all the cardio work he had done at
the gym over the years, he was soon well on his way home. He took a couple
of wrong turns and double-backed on himself, but was making quite good
time.

Passers-by weren't too much of an issue really. Pedestrians that saw him
tended to shout out at him and laugh, while drivers beeped at him, but
nobody seems to be outraged or vindictive against him, at least, not to
begin with...

"Dude, what the fuck!" Brian heard as he ran round a corner, finding
himself face-to-face with a small group of guys in their late teens.

"Excuse me," Brian said, staring at the ground and trying to get round
them.

"I don't fucking think so!" one of the guys said. He was about nineteen,
his hair shaved short, about half a foot taller than Brian and well
built. He reached out and grabbed Brian's arm.

"Hey, get off!" Brian insisted, pulling his arms away but not getting out
of the vice-like grip.

"Grab the branches!" the guy said, seemingly the leader of the group.

Immediately, Brian felt the others grabbing at the branches he was using to
cover himself. He tried to hold on, but they broke in his hands from the
violent pulling, until nothing substantial remained and he let go, instead
using his hands to cover up.

"Hands!" the leader guy barked to his four mates.

Brian immediately felt his hands being pulled away. This was a nightmare,
not only was he about to be exposed, but they were about to see the part he
had managed to keep hidden so far. As his hands parted, his cock came into
clear view... absolutely rigid, the head shiny with precum.

"What a fucking perv!" one of the friends said, jumping away like the cock
was a snake, ready to strike.

"What the fuck!" the leader guy said with a smirk.

"Let me go!" Brian demanded, not wanting to raise his voice and potentially
draw more attention his way.

"We can't go letting a perv like you walk round with the thing," the leader
said, pointing to Jake's erection, which he quickly covered up again.

"It's... going down," Brian lied. Being naked and stranded had turned him
on immensely, but being humiliated and exposed in front of these strangers
was making him even more horny, despite the fear.

"You know what makes it always go down!" the leader said with a smirk,
getting a round of low sniggers from the others.

"No, please," Brian pleaded, knowing exactly what they meant.

"Do it or we call the police about a naked pervert roaming the streets!"
one of the others said, getting a nod of approval from the lead teen.

Knowing he had no choice, Brian just wanted to get it out of the way, so he
grabbed his cock and started pumping. As he saw the others pulling out
their phones to record him, he stopped and covered up. "Hey, no, don't!" he
insisted.

"You'll do it and you'll let us record you!" the lead guy insisted. He gave
no actual threat of what would happen if he didn't, but Brian knew not to
resist.

"Fine," he said, dropping his hands and stroking again.

The five teens gathered in front of him were all recording and calling out
encouragement and insults as Brian stroked. It took less than a minute
before he shot, two of the teens jumping put of the way to avoid getting
cum on them.

"EWWW!" one of them called out.

"Fucking perv!" another added.

Seeing his duty as completed, Brian walked round them covering up
again. Even though they called things after him, they let him leave.

The fear Brian had felt before felt like nothing compared to now. Aside
from losing his slight cover when the branches had been taken, he no longer
had the adrenaline rush and excitement of being aroused. Running along,
softening cock still wet in his hands, and crashing down from his orgasmic
high he knew he still had quite a way to go.

He was now running flat out, full speed, whizzing past people too fast to
even register their faces. He couldn't risk being stopped by anyone again!
Thankfully, he was soon home and taking refuge in his back garden for a
moment before getting the hidden key they always left for emergencies. It
was a small mercy. At least it meant he could get into the house without
breaking in.

Knowing he had already missed a good chunk of his working day, he quickly
got dressed in another uniform, picked up his spare van keys and left to go
retrieve the vehicle.

By the time he got there and retrieved his phone from the back, he had
already missed a couple of calls from work, wanting to know why he had not
got to his next job yet. He was hoping his absence had gone unnoticed, but
alas not. Getting in the van, he drove off and continued about his day,
eager to catch up.

It was only near the end of the day that he saw the message from Master
Matt. "I've received no proof of your nudity!"

"Fuck!" Brian yelped, almost crashing the van. He had completely forgotten
the order in the midst of accidentally locking himself out and had not been
following. He pulled over and wrote out a response. "I'm really sorry
Sir. I locked myself out of the van naked and had to run home. I ran into
some guys who made me jerk off and by the time I got back here, I'd
forgotten your order!"

"So you've failed my commands AND cum without permission?" Master Matt
asked.

"Yes Sir!" Brian replied, suddenly gripped by a sense of impending doom.

"Then you will be punished. Let me know as soon as you finish work!" Master
Matt sent.

Choice given: Choose Brian's punishment

Option 1 – Pain Option 2 – Public humiliation Option 3 – Edging
Option 4 – Forced orgasms Option 5 – Private humiliation Option 6
– Online exposure

Readers chose: Online exposure

Brian's Big Mistake – Part 5 – Brian, Exposed!

Brian's ached all over. As soon as he got home, Master Matt had ordered him
to stand naked with his nose and toes touching a wall, with his hands
behind his head. He knew Master Matt couldn't see him and probably wouldn't
have a clue if he disobeyed, but he did it anyway, obedience now becoming a
compulsion to him.

Frustratingly, the prolonged standing and growing discomfort was actually
turning Brian on and within a few minutes of standing there, it wasn't just
his toes and nose touching the wall! The instructions had been explicit in
that he was to stay in that position until told to move and it was only
after he had been stood there for an hour that he began to wonder how
anyone could tell him anything – he was alone in the house.

The answer to Brian's question came after just a few minutes later when he
heard the front door open, several voices apparent the moment it swung
back. They were not voices he knew, but there was a slight ring of
recognition to a couple of them.

"Fuck, there's the perv!" Brian heard one of them say as they walked into
the lounge and saw him standing against the wall.

Brian shuddered as he realised who the voice belonged to. It was one of the
teens who had accosted him earlier. How were they here? Had they followed
him? Would Master Matt forgive him moving if he was doing so for
self-defence? Taking the chance, he stepped back and faced the approaching
teens. "What are you doing here?" he stuttered nervously, covering his
crotch.

"Get back against the wall, faggot!" the leader said sharply.

Brian looked at them briefly before obeying. He had a feeling they would
not introduce themselves, so he gave them nicknames in his own head
instead. The leader guy, built big and burly, he just named Leader. The
second guy was a small, slimmer guy with blonde hair, he would be called
Blondie. The third guy had a shaved head, so to Brian he was Baldy. The
last one stood easily a foot shorter than Blondie and Baldy, so Brian named
him Shorty.

"Where's your wallet?" Leader demanded.

"In the hallway," Brian answered, knowing he probably shouldn't.

Leader gestured and Shorty ran out to retrieve it, returning moments later
as the other three stood whispering to each other.

"Get his drivers licence out!" Leader ordered with a snigger, then gestured
for Shorty to do something else. He disappeared from the lounge.

Brian didn't need to see what they were doing to know. They were taking
pictures of it. From the way they were laughing, he suspected they were
already posting it online. His suspicions were soon confirmed.

"That's great, now the video we posted has a name with it so everyone will
know what a fag you are!" Leader sniggered.

"Where did you post it?" Brian demanded, still not moving.

"Absolutely fucking everywhere we could!" Blondie said, moving close to
Brian and slapping his bare buttock.

Before Brian could protest, Leader shove Baldy forward and said, "You lost,
you do the thing!"

"Ah fuck, do I have to?" Baldy complained, taking a short length of string
from the other teen.

"Yes, come on, I don't have all fuckin' night! Just do it!" Leader snapped.

"Fine," Baldy huffed, then grabbed Brian's should and span him round. He
sighed, then dropped to his knees and started tying the string around
Brian's cock and balls, tying it in a tight know while desperately trying
to avoid actually touching the swollen tool.

Once Baldy was finished, Brian grunted. The string was tight, enough so
that it made quite an effective cock ring. He knew his cock would not be
going down easily any time soon.

Shorty reappeared a few moment later carrying two items of clothing. "Will
these do?" he asked.

Leader grabbed them and looked, then nodded. "Perfect!" He turned and threw
the clothing to Brian, calling out, "Get dressed slut, we're going out!"

Brian looked at the clothing in dismay. The top was one of Karen's. As he
pulled it on, aside from being skin tight and only just reaching below his
navel, the neckline was plunging, revealing most of his chest as well as
his shoulders, arms and armpits. The shorts were his, but they were a very
thin, grey jersey material. As he pulled them on, his erection was
painfully obvious, but worst of all, a small wet patch appeared from the
small bead of precum on the tip.

The teens led Brian out of the house and down the street. Needless to say
he drew a lot of attention, whether they were checking out his mostly
visible body, obvious erection or bare feet, all were staring as they
walked by.

They walked for a while, making sure everyone who passed got a good
look. Brian wanted to cry from the embarrassment, especially when it was
pointed out that his cock, if anything, was actually harder than when they
left. The wet patch had grown considerably too.

As they got towards the much busier city centre, they started offering
Brian out to strangers to take selfies with him. Soon, phone after phone
was waved in front of Brian who had to pose awkwardly with stranger after
stranger.

A couple of times, just as the picture was about to be taken, one of the
teens would sneak behind Brian and yank down his shorts, meaning his
straining erection and shocked embarrassment were immortalised in the
photo.

Once they stopped getting strangers to gather, they stopped on a bench down
one of the busier streets, placing Brian in the middle, with Shorty and
Blondie either side, Leader stood in front and Baldy behind.

"You're gonna cum now, faggot!" Leader snapped.

"What? Here?" Brian asked, watching people walked past constantly in both
directions.

"Yes, and you can do it now or we can strip you and make you do it!" Shorty
threatened.

"Fine!" Brian snapped, reaching into his shorts and stroking his
long-suffering cock.

"Not like that!" Blondie said angrily. "Get it out!" He held up his phone
and started recording as Brian did as he was told.

With the four positioned around him, he was mostly concealed from the
people passing, who were mostly too caught up in their own lives to notice
anyway. Brian rapidly stroked his cock, his hand quickly wet with
precum. Getting close, he pointed his cock towards the ground, but
immediately heard, "Nuh'uh, on you!" from Blondie.

Brian moaned as quietly as he could as he pumped load after load across the
skin-tight top, most of it immediately soaking in and leaving obvious wet
marks across his whole body. He quickly put his cock away, but the mixture
of precum and remnants of cum only enlarged the wet patch in the grey
shorts. He was quickly directed to stand and follow, which he did.

Although his cock had softened sightly, it still remained a very obvious
and eye-catching bulge, especially paired with the obvious cum stains
across his torso.

"Look, 50 views already!" Blondie said, showing his phone to the others.

Brian managed to get a quick glance and saw himself sat on the
bench. Beneath the video was the picture of his ID. Brian didn't know what
was worse, the people staring at him in the street, seeing him
face-to-face, or the people online, able to see his identity and watch his
humiliation over and over.

His cheeks constantly burning red, they eventually made it home, where
Brian was made to go out into the back garden and kneel on the floor. He
wondered what they might be planning next until he saw Shorty carrying a
bottle of lube.

Leader reached into his pocket and pulled out four coins, a different one
for each of them. He handed the coins out and said, "Right, flip your coin
to choose your end!"

All at once, the four teens flipped their coins, then held their hands
together to reveal the results, low enough for Brian to see. Leader and
Shorty had tails, the other two had heads. He already had a pretty good
idea of what that meant for him.

"You first," Leader said to Shorty.

The smallest of the four nervously pulled down the front of his sweatpants,
the shorts beneath them and the underwear beneath that to reveal a
moderately thick six inch cock. He grabbed the lube, squirted some out and
stroked his cock. Meanwhile, Baldy stepped forward and pulled his cock out
too, just a slim 5-incher.

While Baldy grabbed Brian's head and guided his cock into his mouth, Leader
stepped forward and moved Brian onto all fours, before grabbing the rear of
the shorts and ripping a hole for Shorty to access Brian's ass. Brian felt
the cock slide inside him, bareback, for the first time ever!

For a small guy, Shorty was quite rough, pounding Brian's ass so hard that
with each thrust, he lurched forward and took all of Baldy's cock in his
mouth. The two teens were either horny from their torture, or just new to
sexual activity because they barely lasted a minute before they were
filling both ends of Brian with their spunk.

Once they moved out of the way, Leader and Blondie took their respective
positions and began double-teaming Brian too. Leader's cock was the biggest
by far, about eight inches and thick, while Blondie's was similar size to
Shorty. The other two teens pounded Brian for about twice as long as the
others, but had still shot within a couple of minutes.

They shoved Brian to the ground, where he slumped, feeling dirty and used,
though his cock remained solid. As he lay there, he heard sniggering from
above him. A moment later, a warm jet of liquid hit him, followed by a
second, then a third and fourth. Brian cowered, trying to cover his face
and protect it from the piss.

When they finished, they started to leave. Just before disappearing around
the house, Leader looked back and called out, "Master Matt says he hopes
you enjoyed your punishment!"

Brian stared in amazement. How had this happened?

"And he says he's decided what's next to go," Leader added. "Say goodbye to
your...

Choice given: What has Master Matt decided is next to go?

Job Friends Home Finances Appearance Cock

Readers chose: Friends

Brian's Big Mistake – Part 6 – Unfriended!

Brian could only sit and watch as Master Matt did his work. The Master had
taken control of Brian's laptop and was currently working his way through
Brian's Facebook friend list. Ordered to remain in place and just observe,
he watched as Master Matt sent a selection of Brian's most humiliating
pictures to each of his friends along with the message, "This is my life
now. I have no room for you in it any more. Goodbye!"

After each message was sent, the friend was unfriended. Some of them Brian
had known since they went to school together, others more recent friends,
but each and every one of them had now seen him exposed and had their
connection severed.

Brian was actually crying as he watched it happening, the exposure and
isolation growing with each one Master Matt messaged. Despite the tears,
his cock remained rigid, actually twitching and oozing precum as his life
continued to be dismantled before his eyes.

Finished with facebook, Master Matt took control of Brian's phone and
started doing the same with all the contacts in it. Each number was blocked
before the details were deleted, leaving nothing but a list of random,
blocked numbers stored on his phone.

Brian quickly realised that it wasn't just friends and family that had been
in his phone and facebook contacts, it also included teammates from his
weekend football game, workmates and even his boss. He would have to deal
with that a work in the morning. For now though, he had been released by
his Master, the isolation complete. Brian had also received full and clear
instructions on how to deal with anybody who might try to 'help' him or see
if he was okay.

Finally able to do what he wanted, Brian headed for the shower. He still
stank of piss from the teens who had abused him earlier, even with the
clothes discarded. The shower felt great, washing away the stink as well as
partially distracting himself for a few minutes.

As the evening drew on, Brian managed to continue his distractions enough
to actually begin enjoying the evening. His mind occasionally wandered onto
other things – what would Master Matt do next, what would happen at work
tomorrow, how had those teens known Master Matt – but he managed to push
them aside and just relax... until there was a knock at the door.

Brian sighed. He knew that there was a significant chance it was someone he
knew, coming round in response to Master Matt's outing and message. As he
opened the door, he found himself facing a small crowd. It was Ewan, the
captain of the amateur football team he played for, with several other
players right behind him.

"I know what you're gonna say..." Brian started, but before he could get
any further, Ewan grabbed him and pulled him into the small group.

A dirty sock was shoved into Brian's mouth and then with a loud RIP, a
strip of duct tape was pulled out and covered his mouth, keeping it in
place for now. As Brian raised his hands to resist, he felt them held down
by the other players, one of whom threw a hood over his head. Attempting to
fight back, he felt his wrists being bound behind his back and his ankles
together as he was carried away from his house.

He continued squirming as he was thrown in the back of a car, but
eventually settled down once he realised it was doing no good.

Once the car stopped, Brian was dragged out and tossed roughly to the
floor. The hood was yanked off, making him flinch as he found himself in
the direct beam of four sets of car headlights pointed from different
directions. The tape over his mouth was unceremoniously ripped away and he
quickly spat out the spit-soaked sock.

"Fuck's sake, Ewan. I know I'm off the fucking team, no need for this
shit!" Brian snapped furiously as he was held down on his knees. Looking
round he could see most of the team were gathered there.

Ewan laughed, the rest of the team quickly joining in. "You're not off the
team," he said with a lop-sided smirk. When he got a hopeful look from
Brian, he added, "You're just being moved to another position!"

"Yeah, on all fours!" a team member called out, getting a round of raucous
laughter.

Ewan smirked but shook his head, prompting the rest of them to remain
quiet. "Every team needs... entertainment and... release, so for that, what
we need is a real FAG!" He virtually spat the last word, looking at Brian
with complete disdain. "So that's what you are now! I'm up here!" he said,
holding his hand at head level, then lowered it to shoulder height and
added, "This is the rest of the team! After them, comes all the normal
people!" he lowered his hand once more, to knee height.

Brian thought he knew what was coming next and he was half right. Ewan
lunged forward, grabbed his neck and pushed his face down into the dusty
dirt. "And you're down here, faggot!"

"Yes Sir!" Brian muttered.

"DID I TELL YOU TO FUCKING SPEAK?" Ewan screamed. He stood up, took a step
back and delivered a quick kick to Brian's side.

Brian, along with the rest of the team, knew how ridiculously powerful
Ewan's kicks would be. There was absolutely no doubt that, had it been at
full strength, the kick he had just given Brian would have been enough to
easily break his ribs and possibly even cause life-threatening
injuries. That was not was they saw. It was clear it had been hard, most
definitely not just for show, but it also set the tone for them. He
intended for them to be rough, to be serious about hurting him, but not
enough to actually cause him serious harm.

Was it some lingering sense of friendship and camaraderie, or did he simply
not want to risk ending up with criminal charges? That much was unclear.

Brian doubled over and curled into a ball, grabbing at his beaten side,
tears welling in his eyes. "Sorry Sir!" he mumbled through the pain.

"Fuck's sake, not a quick learner is he?" Ewan asked the gathered teammates
as they moved in closer. He reached down and grabbed a handful of Brian's
hair, starting to lift him up.

Brian climbed to his feet, knowing that if he didn't Ewan would likely end
up ripping out a chunk of his hair.

"You do not speak, fag!" Ewan hissed at Brian. "Not unless we tell you
to. You do not do anything unless we tell you to. Understand?"

Brian nearly answered, but stopped himself. Instead he just nodded.

Ewan smirked. "Good fag, looks like you're a fast learner! Now take your
clothes off!"

Brian shuddered then began to undress as he climbed to his feet. He had
been naked in front of the rest of the team multiple times, but that had
always been as a team member, an equal. Now he was their fag, he was on
show and it felt truly humiliating. He could feel his cheeks burning as he
tossed his clothing aside. His audience was strangely quiet, which somehow
made it even worse, stripping in silence.

By the time he was naked, Brian was rock hard. His hands were covering his
boner, but all it took was a single gesture from Ewan and he dropped his
hands to his sides. The revelation of his erection triggered a round of
cheers and laughter from his teammates.

"Looks like the faggot is ready to serve!" Ewan said with a snigger. He
looked round at the rest of the team and asked, "So guys, what d'you wanna
do to him?"


Choice offered: No idea, somehow I didn't take note of this one, so it is
just lost to the annals of time!! I think it was what sort of trials should
the others put him through, but this is how it turned out anyway....


Brian's Big Mistake – Part 7 – The Trials

Brian watched in dismay as the fire burned. The last few tattered remnants
of his clothing burnt away. This was not the first time he had been left
out in public with no clothes, but it somehow felt all the worse seeing his
clothes completely gone before his eyes.

"Fags gotta earn their clothes, and you're a long way from that!" Ewan
taunted.  From the fevered whispering going on between small huddles of the
rest of his teammates, Brian suspected there was indeed much more to come.

"Now, down on your hands and knees like that pathetic animal you are!" Ewan
ordered. As he said it, he kicked the back of Brian's knees and pushed down
on his shoulder, making him collapse to the ground.

Brian got onto all fours, staring at the ground in the dim light of the
camp fire.

"Now crawl to each member of the team and beg them to write on you!" Ewan
ordered.

Brian sighed, distraught that the abject humiliation he was enduring had
his cock absolutely solid. He crawled over to the first pair of feet he
could see, not even daring to look up and see who it was. "Please will
you.."

SMACK! Another sharp kick from Ewan connected with Brian's side, bringing
more tears to his eyes and making him collapse fully.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK!" Ewan yelled.

"But you told me to..." Brian was cut off by another kick, this time to his
stomach.

"BEG LIKE A FUCKING DOG!" Ewan snarled.

Winded and sniffing back tears, Brian forced himself up on all fours again
and began his best, most embarrassing, impression of a dog, trying to plead
to his teammate. After several seconds, the young man reached down with a
thick marker pen and wrote something on Brian's back.

Slowly making his way round the team, Brian systematically begged each one
as ordered. Some made him wait just a couple of seconds, others prolonged
his humiliation before adding their own writing to his body

Without another word, Brian was blindfolded and forced to kneel on all
fours again. Satisfied that their fag was in place, Ewan gave his next
instruction. "We're gonna shove our cocks down your throat. You'll guess
whose it is. Guess right and it's game over. Guess wrong and you get a
spanking while you finish the job!"

Once again Brian felt his cock twitch. He couldn't help wondering is his
teammates were knowingly giving him exactly what he wanted, or if they
thought they were genuinely abusing him. He didn't really have much time to
ponder the thought before he felt the first cock in his mouth.

They were not gentle, ramming the full length in straight away and making
Brian gag and cough, much to the delight of the crowd who all sounded like
they had gathered around him. After several seconds of face-fucking, the
cock was pulled out.

"Dave?" Brian guessed, croakily.

The roar of approval from the crowd indicated Brian had guessed wrong. The
cock in his mouth and paddle striking his bare ass confirmed
it. Thankfully, the spanking was sporadic as he continued to suck the
cock. Presumably they didn't want him too injured to continue when the game
was only just getting started.

Minutes later, the cock was pulled from his mouth and several shots of
spunk covered Brian's face, one stray shot going past his cheek, over his
shoulder and landing on his back. It took mere seconds before the next cock
replaced it in his mouth.

Again it was pulled out to allow Bran to guess and again the paddle told
him he had got it wrong.

By the fifth cock, Jake ached all over from the position he was in, he jaw
was throbbing from the repeated face-fucking and his ass felt like it was
on fire. Tears were rolling steadily down his cheeks, mixing with the
remnants of spunk from the two who had chosen not to shoot down his throat.

Thankfully the full team was not present, there were only nine guys,
otherwise he was worried he may have spent the whole night being
face-fucked and paddled. Once the ninth guy was done, he was told he could
relax for a moment, immediately slumping to the ground.

Once the blindfold was removed, Brian was pulled up onto his feet and
marched closer to the fire.

"Your next task is to carry this," Ewan said, revealing a rather sizeable
dildo from behind his back, "From where you are now, round the tree over
there, back to the other tree there, and back to the fire!"

Brian looked and was quite surprised. The first tree was about fifteen feet
away in one direction, the second tree twenty feet in the opposite
direction. It seemed like a fairly simple task.

"You are only allowed to carry it with your ass!" Ewan added. If it drops
out, you must pick it back up and resume!"  Brian still thought it sounded
quite easy, but was not about to tell them that. His confidence began to
wane slightly as they prepared him for the challenge. The dildo was
slathered in copious amounts of lube before the tube was positioned at his
ass and the a massive glob squirted inside him. That alone would have made
it harder, but they also attached small weights to the base of the dildo
and then tied his hands behind his back.

"Should you need to position the dildo to get it back in your ass, you may
only use your mouth!" Ewan added with a snigger.

'Fuck' Brian thought. He knew this would not be easy. He stood over the
dildo in its starting position and began lowering himself onto it. It was
quite large, which he hoped would make it easier for his ass muscles to
grip. Alas that also made it heavier. Along with the extra weight that had
been added, it very nearly stayed on the ground as he tried to
stand. Clenching as hard as he could, and then squeezing his legs together,
he shakily climbed to his feet.

"And he's off!"Ewan said, getting a cheer from the others.

As Brian shuffled along, his cock throbbed and bounced in front of him, he
saw his team mates gathering. One by one they attempted to trip him, but
his slow laboured movements made it hard for them to do, mostly just
nudging him ineffectively. The extra movement was having an affect though,
as the dildo was slowly sliding further and further out of his ass.

With half of it hanging out, gravity got the better of him and it dropped
to the ground, getting another cheer from his spectators.

Brian turned and dropped to his knees, reaching down to grab the dildo
between his teeth and lift it into a standing position again. Just as he
stood and turned to lower himself onto it again, he saw Ewan reach down and
squeeze another glob of lubricant onto it.

He wanted to protest, but he knew speaking up at the point would likely
just earn him another kick.

By the time he reached the first tree, he had dropped the dildo three times
and fallen over twice. Covered in dirt and scratches he slowly hobbled
around the tree. The next tree suddenly looked horrifically far away. Every
muscle in his body ached as he clenched to try and hold the dildo in.

Once again Brian's teammates started trying to trip him, making him stagger
and stumble, the dildo dropping to the ground and annoyingly rolling back
several feet. Crawling over to it, he grabbed it in his teeth and stood it
up. Suddenly a foot pressed down on the back of his head, making the dildo
plunge deep into his throat. Caught by surprise, Brian gagged and pulled up
just as he threw up to the side, getting a round of jeers and repulsed
noises from the spectators.  The tears streaming down Brian's cheeks from
the strain and discomfort turned into outright sobs as he continued trying
to carry the dildo round the course.

"Look at the little fag cry!" one of the called out.

"Pathetic fucking loser!" another added.

"Crying like a little girl!" someone else said, tripping Brian so he
stumbled again.

Several more painful minutes passed as Brian sobbed his way through the
task before collapsing next to the fire, pained and distraught.

"Oh yeah," Ewan said, squatting beside Brian and shoving two fingers up his
ass. "Yeah, he's ready! Who wants a fuck?"

"No, please," Brian pleaded, just wanting it to be over. The kick he
recovered from Brian for speaking barely registered, he was already in so
much pain.

Thankfully, only three of the team member and Ewan wanted to fuck him, each
taking it in turns to ram his ass until they shot a load inside him. By the
time the last one was done, most of the group had left. Eventually, it was
only Brian and Ewan left.

So worn out he could barely move, Brian just lay limp on the ground,
sweaty, filthy and drained. He cowered slightly as he saw Ewan stand beside
him, almost expecting another kick. Instead, he felt fingers gently
stroking through his hair as the team captain squatted.

"Hey, how you doing?" Ewan asked softly.

Brian tried to speak, but all that came out was a gentle sob followed by a
sniff.

"So this is your life now, huh?" Ewan asked. Getting a slight nod in
response, he added, "Well we're keeping you as team fag, but don't worry, I
won't let anyone hurt you... not seriously hurt you, at least. You're our
fag and we look after our own!"

"Thank you," Brian whispered, nervous he might be hit for speaking.

"No problem, fag. Now, I'm going home. I suggest you get moving too. It'll
be getting light in a couple of hours!" Ewan said, standing up.

"You're leaving me here?" Brian asked, concerned mostly by the fact that he
didn't even know where 'here' was!

"I am. Have fun!" Ewan said, walking away.

By the time Brian had climbed to his feet and followed in the direction
Ewan had walked, he was just in time to see him drive away down a winding
trail. Staggering along it, hoping somehow that Ewan was bluffing and would
be sat there waiting, he found himself at a road. It wound off to both the
left and right, not a single distinguishing feature or sign either
way. Based on what Ewan had said, he needed to get moving so as to avoid
being stranded naked in the daylight, but which way to go?

Choice offered: Which way should Brian go? (FYI, readers did not know what
I had allocated to each choice, they are shown here purely for reference)

Left (which I had allocated as 'Towards home') Right (which I had allocated
as 'Away from home') Stay and wait (which I had allocated as 'Picked up by
police')

Readers chose: Left

Brian's Big Mistake – Part 8 – Journey Home

The road seemed endless, especially as Brian had to keep ducking behind
trees of shrubs whenever he heard or saw a car approaching. Being seen
naked, filthy and covered in cum would be humiliating enough, but on top of
that he had dozens of derogatory messages scrawled across his body. He
couldn't see the ones on his face or back, but the ones on his arms
included such phrases as 'cock-sucking faggot', 'Worthless homo', 'Team
slave' and 'cum-guzzling whore'. If the rest were as bad, he most certainly
wanted to avoid being seen.

It was with a colossal sigh of relief that he finally came across a sign
that he was going in the right direction. The large sign listed the nearby
towns and other destinations and their distances. It was with quite some
dismay that he noted it showed 5 miles to home for him. On the positive
side, it did not appear to be getting lighty yet so he still had some time
before the streets would start getting too busy.

As he emerged from the forest road, he found himself with a new problem
– an almost total lack of cover. Adopting a similar technique to one he
had used when locked out of his van, he pulled a couple of bushy branches
off of a shrub and used them to conceal himself front and back.

It was tempting to run, but he knew he would tire quickly, especially as he
was yet to sleep and the tasks his teammates had put him through had tired
him too. He settled for a brisk walk, slowly learning to ignore the beeps
of car horns as people drove past, some even shouting things to him on the
way, although exactly what they were was lost in their movement.

Beginning to recover from the beatings he had taken, Brian found himself
getting hard once again, even going so far as to play with his cock with
the hand holding the shrub in front of him. It actually felt quite exciting
to walk along pleasuring himself as people occasionally drove by.

As he reached the more residential areas with the Sun just beginning to
tease its imminent arrival, it became easier to hide from people passing
by, using parked cars, road-side trees and other street furniture to
conceal himself, dashing from one to the next.

He thought he was doing so well until he ran almost face first into a young
teen on a bike. He nearly fell off, but managed to stay upright with a bit
of staggering. A large bag slung over his shoulder full of newspapers
immediately revealed what he was doing out so early in the day.

"Hey, watch where you're..." the paperboy started, then stared open-mouthed
at what he saw.

"Sorry," Brian apologised, attempting to move round the teen.

"You okay, mister?" the boy asked, looking genuinely concerned, eyeing
Brian up and down, clearly reading every obscene message scrawled across
him.

"Yeah, I just... need to get home!" Brian said, stepping back again.

"You really a faggot?" the boy asked, then flinched at his own question,
shook his head and corrected himself, "I mean, are you... erm... gay?"

Brian nodded, not yet sure where this was going and if he should even be
seen talking to the boy. Just being naked on the street was likely to get
him arrested, but standing naked and talking to a boy, who was quite
possibly a minor, was bound to get him in even more serious trouble.

"Cool, I've never met another..." the boy started, then blushed
profusely. "I mean, I've never met a gay person before!"

Brian's eyes narrowed. Even deprived of sleep, physically drained, publicly
embarrassed and desperate to move on he could sense the boy's
feelings. "Well... erm.... there's plenty of us out there." he answered,
not quite sure what else to say.

"You... umm... you live round here?" the boy asked.

"Chaucer Street," Brian answered.

"Oh, not far. What number?" the boy probed.

"17," Brian answered. He was already so conditioned to obey that he never
even considered refusing to answer the boy.

"Well you should probably get going. And I got papers to deliver!" the boy
said. "Good luck!" He pushed off and cycled down the road.

Brian was left more than a little confused by the encounter, but was glad
not to have been subjected to more humiliation at the hands of a
stranger. Counting his blessings, he turned and dashed along the street.

Thankfully, the remainder of the journey home, annoying as it was in having
to hide every few seconds, passed by without being seen again. Letting
himself in with the key he now permanently kept hidden outside, he tossed
the branches aside and stepped inside.

Not knowing what to do first between eating, sleeping and showering, he
opted for two at once, grabbing some food which he ate eagerly as he made
his way upstairs and started the shower.

Stepping in, he felt a wave of relief as the warm water rained down
him. Looking down, he could see the water flowing off him towards the drain
was a filthy brown as the dirt from the forest floor was washed
away. Scrubbing himself down with copious amounts of shower gel three
times, he finally began to feel clean, especially once he had pulled out
the loofah to try and scrub away the words covering his body.

Wrapping a towel around himself as he got out, he glanced at the clock. If
he had a late start, there was still time to get a couple of hours sleep in
before work. Before he made it to the bedroom though, there was a knock at
the door. He considered ignoring it, but the amount he had been out of
contact with Master Matt, he worried it may be another one of his henchmen
and ignoring it would earn him a punishment.

Still dressed in just the towel, he opened the door to find the paperboy he
had bumped into earlier stood there, his bike on the ground behind him.

"Hi," Brian said with a slightly bemused smile.

"I just... erm... wanted to make sure you got home safely," the boy said
sheepishly.

"Oh, well thanks, I did," Brian said with a gentle nod.

"You clean up pretty well," the boy said with a grin.

Brian actually chuckled, which felt almost foreign to him. "Thanks," he
said shyly. After a few seconds of silent eye contact, he asked, "So you're
gay too then?"

The boy's eyes widened and he looked panicked, his head spinning almost
completely round from one way to the other as he looked for anyone who
might have overheard the question.

"You wanna come in and talk?" Brian asked. He knew it was a bad
idea. Inviting a stranger in, one whose age he had yet to determine. Yet
somehow, the situation spoke to him. He remembered being that age, feeling
alone and confused, nobody to talk to. Perhaps... just perhaps, if he had,
would he be where he was today, letting a stranger destroy a life he never
really wanted?

"O... okay," the boy said, walking in as Brian stepped aside.

Brian closed the door and placed a hand on the boy's back, guiding him
towards the lounge. Increasingly timid, the boy looked exceedingly nervous
as he took a seat on the sofa. He stood just over five feet tall, his pale
brown hair messy. His eyes seemed huge, little brown pools of molten
chocolate. Dressed in jeans and a baggy hoody, his hands were pulled inside
the sleeves as his arms folded across his chest.

Brian sat down on the other end of the sofa, twisted round to face
him. "So, what do you wanna..."

"Suck my cock!" the boy blurted out suddenly.

"What?" Brian asked, almost choking in shock.

"I... I said... suck my cock. You're a cock-sucking faggot, aren't you?"
the boy asked, remembering the words that had been written across Brian's
chest when they first met.

"I don't think so, kid," Brian said. For the first time in several days,
Brian actually felt a little in control. There was no way he was going to
let this kid make demands like that.

"Don't call me kid, I'm sixteen!" the boy snapped.

Brian was surprised. He certainly did not look sixteen. "Okay, then what
should I call you?" Brian asked, then offered, "I'm Brian."

"You can call me Sir!" the boy said, standing up confidently, but his
nerves still apparent on his face.  Brian chuckled again. "You're certainly
bold, I'll give you that. I think you should probably leave now!"

"I said suck my dick!" the boy said sharply.

"And I said leave!" Brian said more firmly.

The boy shrugged. "Fine, I'll leave. I'm sure the police would LOBE to hear
how you were wandering the streets naked and lured a fifteen-year-old back
to your house!" he said, heading for the door.

"Wait, don't!" Brian called after him, then frowned. "And I thought you
said you were sixteen!"

"I will be soon," the boy said, frowning at being caught out by his own
lie. "In, like, six months..."

Brian sighed. "What do you want?"

"I told you. Suck my dick!" the boy said, frustrated at having to repeat
himself.

"I can't. You're a minor!" Brian said, taking a few steps towards the boy.

"Look, there's two possible outcomes here. The first one, you refuse to do
what I tell you, but I tell the police that you did. The second one, you do
what I ask and I never tell anyone!" the boy gave his ultimatum.

"Fuck," Brian muttered.

"Come on, kid. Don't do this!" Brian pleaded.

The boy closed the gap between them and looked up into Brian's face. "I
TOLD YOU, DON'T CALL ME THAT!" He reached down and unzipped his jeans, then
pulled out his cock. It was already hard, standing at a fairly impressive
six inches, the head shiny with precum. "NOW SUCK IT!"

"Yes Sir!" Brian said almost unintentionally. He dropped to his knees, the
towel dropping away as he did it, revealing his own rapidly-stiffening
cock. He raised a hand to the boy's cock, then hesitated, looking up at
him. "You promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Make me cum and it's our secret!" the boy promised.

Brian sighed again, closed his eyes for a second, then grabbed the teen
cock, guiding it into is mouth, The grunt of delight from above and the
hands on his shoulders told him the boy was enjoying it.

Brian continued to suck eagerly, letting his tongue tease the head as his
lips slid up and down the shaft, one hand on the boy's hip while the other
teased the base of the boy's cock, finding nothing but smooth skin, his
balls also hair-free.

"Oh fuck, you're... ah yeah... you're gonna... ah fuck," the boy moaned,
before his cock twitched a surprisingly large load down Brian's throat.

Sucking the last few drops off, Brian pulled away. Looking up, he saw a
phone pointed at him. Had he been recorded?

"Hey, you didn't..." Brian started, but was quickly cut off.

"Now jerk off!" the boy ordered.

"But..."

"NOW!" the boy snapped.

Brian's hand was immediately on his cock. Beginning to stroke, he did his
best to avoid looking at the phone that was obviously still recording
him. Despite how wrong he knew it was, Brian had found the entire encounter
intensely erotic and could quickly feel an orgasm building. Leaning back,
he pointed hi cock upwards and shot a hefty load over his own body.

With the orgasm over, the boy stopped recording and headed for the door. He
stopped just long enough to look back and say, "I'm Riley. See you soon,
Brian!"

Brian just watched the empty doorway in shock. He couldn't believe what had
just happened. Taking a few moments to process it, he got up and wiped the
cum off of himself with his towel.

There was still a little time left before work, possibly enough for a nap,
but as he glanced at his phone he saw a message from Master Matt.

"Where are you?" Master Matt asked. There were a few messages before that,
checking up on him.

Brian sat and wrote out a long message explaining everything that had
happened and sent it, deciding to prepare himself some breakfast as the nap
was unlikely now. Just as he saw sitting down to eat, he got a response
from Master Matt.

"Sounds like an interesting night. I've got my own plans for you
though. We're nearly halfway through taking away the sham facade that was
your life. What shall we get rid of next?"

Choice offered: What's next to be taken from Brian?

Job Home Finances Identity Appearance Cock

Readers chose: Job

Brian's Big Mistake – Part 9 – The Discount

"I'll give you a discount if you let me give you a blow job!" That was the
phrase Master Matt had given Brian to use at work from now on. Any time he
attended a property to carry out work, if there was a male present,
regardless of age, he had to make that offer.

Arriving at his first job of the day, Brian was relieved to find a lone
woman in the house. That meant he was off the hook for now. Unfortunately,
the repair he had to do was fairly minor and soon enough he was on his way
to the next house, just a few streets over. Once again, it was a lone
woman. He managed to sneakily take a picture to prove to Master Matt that
he wasn't making it up.

The second job of the day took somewhat longer than the first and it was
nearing lunchtime before Brian was on his way to the third. Turning up, he
found the door being answered by a guy in his late forties.

"What seems to be the problem?" Brian asked as the man let him inside.

"Every time the bath gets emptied, we get a leak into the kitchen," the man
explained, leading Brian up the stairs towards the bathroom.

Brian's eyes were fixed on the man's butt as they walked up the stairs. It
was plump but firm inside his trousers. He felt his own cock stiffening at
the prospect of offering his 'services' to this guy. Even the sound of the
kids playing downstairs, being shrieked at by their mother, was not enough
to quell his libido. Not that he had much choice anyway.

"There you go," the man said, gesturing to the bath as they entered the
bathroom.

"Thanks, I'll take a quick look and see what needs doing," Brian explained.

"No problem. Gimme a shout if you need anything. The name's Simon," the man
said, smiling politely.

"Erm, actually... erm..." Brian started, finding it harder than expected to
make himself say what he had been told. "I'll give you a discount if you
let me give you a blow job!" he mumbled.

"What?" Simon asked.

Brian wasn't sure whether he was just taken by surprise or if he genuinely
hadn't heard, so he repeated more firmly, "I'll give you a discount if you
let me give you a blow job!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought you said," Simon said, frowning. He looked
Brian up and down a few times and asked, "You serious?"

Brian didn't answer. Instead he just dropped to his knees. Simon
immediately took the motion as confirmation and closed the bathroom door,
sliding the lock across. Brian was on him instantly, undoing his trousers
and letting them drop to the floor, soon joined by a pair of black briefs.

Simon's cock was only semi-hard, but quickly stiffened up as Brian took it
in his mouth. It was mere seconds before the man was moaning happily as he
started to fuck Brian's face. "Ugh, fuck, you're good at that!" he groaned,
putting one hand back to steady himself on the wall.

There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by a young voice saying,
"Daddy, Mummy wants to know where the car keys are!"

Brian didn't stop sucking. Simon stifled a moan and snapped back, "Try by
the door!" He looked down at Brian who just sped up.

Brian raised a hand to caress the man's balls as he lashed at the flared
head with his tongue.

Another knock. "Mummy says they're not there!"

"I'll just... be a minute..." Simon gasped.

"Mummy says she needs them now!" the child insisted.

"Yes, I'm just... I'm just... cumming!" Simon called out. He wasn't
lying. His cock began pumping a modest load into Brian's eager mouth. He
covered his own mouth to stifle his pleasured moans as Brian licked his
cock clean before standing up.

Simon quickly zipped up and unlocked the door, dashing out to help his wife
with her search while Brian got on with the job he had come for.

*****

Master Matt was amused by Brian's story of what had happened with Simon but
told him he had to continue with the offers, knowing eventually his luck
would run out. The first two jobs after lunch went the same way as the
first few of the day, with only women appearing to be there. It was at
Brian's last job of the day that he got his next opportunity to make the
offer.

Brian had been shown into the bathroom and shown the leaking sink by a
woman in her late twenties. He had suspected she might be home alone until
the man walked into the bathroom. Brian was on his own at the time, on his
knees to try and locate the leak when he heard the voice from behind him.

"Something you can fix?" the man asked.

Brian jumped slightly at the sudden voice and peered round to see a large
mountain of a man looming over him. He looked to be well over six feet,
bulging muscles apparent even through his clothes, his head shaved and both
arms heavily tattooed.

"Erm... I think so," Brian said, suddenly nervous as he realised what he
had to do.

"Lemme guess, it's gonna cost a fair bit?" the man asked moodily. "You work
on commission or something?"

It was the perfect opportunity and Brian knew he had to take it. "I'm not
sure of the cost yet, but... I could get you a discount... if..." he
faltered.

"If?" the man asked, looking unimpressed.

"If you... let me, erm... give you a blow job!" Brian said tentatively.

The man glared furiously. "Say that again!" he growled.

"I could... I could give you a discount if..." Brian stuttered.

The man just looked disgusted as he scoffed and said, "Don't bother, you
fucking faggot! Get the fuck out of my house!"

"I... I..." Brian stammered, climbing to his feet.

"Get out now before I kick the shit out of you!" the man snarled furiously.

Brian managed to grab his toolbox and edge past the man without getting
hard before rushing to the door and getting in his van. By the time he
started the engine, his heart felt like it was about to burst right through
his rib cage.

He began calming down as he neared home, but just before he got there, his
phone rang. He gave the voice command to answer it and the sound cut in
over the radio.

"Brian, we've just had a call from your last job," it was his
manager. "They're alleging you made inappropriate comments of a sexual
nature!"

"I... erm... I..." Brian stuttered.

"Brian?" his manager asked, sounding like he was unsure if the call was
properly connected.

"I quit. I'll drop the van and my uniform off in the morning!" Brian said,
shaking. He had the feeling Master Matt wanted him to actually get
dismissed properly, but he just couldn't go through the embarrassment of a
full investigation.

"Brian, are you sure?" his manager asked.

"Yes. I am. I'm sorry!" Brian answered, almost in tears. He loved his job,
but he knew that there was no way he could keep it now anyway. "Goodbye!"
He ended the call.

Once the call had cleared, he said aloud, "Okay google. Send a message to
Master Matt to say It's done, my job is gone!" he commanded, wanting to
make the Master aware as soon as possible.

Just as he pulled up onto his driveway, his phone beeped to indicated an
incoming message. "Well that was quick. You're half way there now. So what
can we get rid of next?"  Choice offered: What goes next?

Home Finances Identity Appearance Cock

Readers chose: Identity

Brian's Big Mistake – Part 10 – Bye Bye Brian

Brian got off the bus and looked round. He already missed his work
van. Without it, he struggled to travel anywhere, so when Master Matt had
instructed him to visit a specific address it had taken some time to figure
out the best route to get there. On the positive side, since leaving his
job he was not exactly short of free time!

Finding the right way once he got off the bus, Brian was soon standing
outside the address, waiting patiently after knocking on the door. After a
few moments it opened and a familiar figure appeared. It was Darren, the
man who had fucked Brian the night things ended with his wife.

"Come inside," Darren said flatly, moving to let Brian pass.

"M... Master Matt sent me," Brian said, all the more nervous for seeing
Darren again.

"I know. Follow me!" Darren said, leading Brian along to an open door with
steps leading down.

Brian trembled as he headed down the steps into what could only be
described as a dungeon. It was like something out of the videos Brian liked
to watch online. Various tables, seats and racks were positioned around the
large open-plan area. Cabinets were filled with assortments of sex toys and
other equipment.

"Remove your clothes," Darren said flatly as he started adjusting a chair
that faced a large screen.

Brian complied cautiously, undressing slowly. By the time he was naked,
Darren had finished with the seat and gestured for Brian to get in. Brian
noticed that the seat was not complete, it was mostly just a large ring,
giving access from beneath to his ass. His mind raced at its intent while
Darren set about strapping him in place. Ankles, knees, thighs, stomach,
chest, shoulders, elbows, wrists, forehead and neck were all locked in
place, making any movement aside from wiggling his fingers or toes pretty
much impossible.

"He's ready!" Darren called out.

Brian panicked a little. He had assumed they were alone. Who else was
there?

The large screen flickered into life, revealing a blank screen, but the
voice that accompanied it was unmistakably recognisable – Master Matt.

"Hello Brian," he said. "Or should I say... goodbye Brian!"

Brian just stared, unsure of what his Master was saying.

"You have lost your children, your family, your job, your friends and your
wife but now it's time to lose yourself. I will be leaving you in Darren's
capable hands for the duration of your next step. It will not be pleasant,
but I assure you that it is necessary to turn you fully into the fag you
know you truly are." Master Matt explained. "Goodbye Brian!"

The call cut off but the screen stayed on as Darren stepped forward. In
silence, he started placing sticky pads attached to long wires at various
points across Brian's body.

Brian wanted to ask what was going to happen, but he knew Darren was
unlikely to tell him and that he was likely to received some kind of
punishment for speaking anyway so he sat in nervous silence.

After the sticky pads, Darren attached a series of rings around Brian's
cock and balls before positioning something underneath him. With everything
set up, he moved over to a laptop set up behind Brian and clicked a few
buttons. Without a word... it began!

The screen lit up again and a picture of Brian with his wife and kids
appeared. Immediately, power ran into several of the pads across Brian's
body, making various muscles contract sharply, causing him excruciating
pain. Brian screamed out in agony, his eyes clenching shut. The pain
carried on for a couple of minutes before stopping.

Daring to open his eyes, Brian saw that the picture of his family was gone
and in its place a picture of him on his knees sucking a dick. A couple of
the rings encircling his cock began to vibrate gently. At the same time,
the pads reactivated, but this time at a much lower voltage and in a
pleasant surging sensation up and down his body, almost like getting
massaged.

The enjoyable sensations didn't last long as the picture faded, replaced by
Brian in his work uniform. The pain returned, this time accompanied by a
huge dildo slamming into his ass, several inches long and uncomfortably
thick, it plunged deep inside him before immediately pulling back out. In
it slammed again, out, in, out. Faster and faster.

Again Brian screamed out in pain, eyes closing.

Darren moved beside him and whispered in his ear. "If you don't start
keeping your eyes open, I'll have to use a clamp and believe me, it's even
more unpleasant than you imagine!"

Brian whimpered, almost in tears as he forced his eyes open.

"Good fag. I'll be watching. So keep those eyes open!" Darren said, then
walked away.

The program continued, alternating between pleasure with images of Brian as
a fag and pain with pictures from Brian's old life. It was impossible for
Brian to adapt to the pain as the lengths of time each period of pleasure
or pain lasted changed each time. So too did the actual nature of the
pain. Some times it would focus on his ass, others his cock, others his
torso.

Darren's warning to keep his eyes open eventually became irrelevant. Brian
found himself staring at the screen intently, willing an image of him
sucking cock or getting fucked to appear. Although Brian had no idea how
long it was going, around what he felt might have been the third hour, he
began to handle the pain by picking a person in the picture, be it himself
or someone else, and focusing the pain and anger at them.

Brian was so entranced by the images and accompanying sensations that he
didn't even notice when Darren came back in until he turned off the screen.

"That's enough for now!" Darren said, removing the pads, rings and
restraints.

Brian hadn't realised how much he had been sweating until he stood up and
noticed the wet patch around the seat. Some of it was doubtlessly precum
too. Despite the pain, or possibly because of it, he had remained hard
throughout much of the session. Every time the rings vibrated, he had felt
himself getting close to orgasm, dribbling precum. Stiff and aching, he
stood motionless, awaiting instructions.

"There's a bathroom over there. Go use the toilet and shower," Darren
directed, pointing over towards a doorway in the corner.

Brian nodded and headed over. After doing as instructed, barely even
noticing that the shower didn't actually seem to have a hot water supply,
he headed back in to find a small tray on the floor with a sandwich, an
apple and large bottle of water. Hoping he was not being disobedient, he
sat down and ate the food before gulping down all of the water.  Almost as
soon as he finished, Darren returned and directed him back to the chair.

"No please," Brian begged. He didn't want to go back in the chair but
Darren's expression made it clear that any resistance would result in some
severe punishment.

Several minutes later, Brian was locked back in place and the program
continued. This time, the images were accompanied by words on the
screen. On the pictures of Brian's old life, it was just his name that
appeared over and over, while the pictures accompanied by pleasure included
the likes of 'fag', 'slave', 'cocksucker' and 'sub' amongst others.

Following another 4-hour session, Brian was released once again, even
stiffer and more pained than he had ever felt in his life. His break went
very much the same as the last one, using the toilet and shower followed by
a meal, albeit slightly bigger than the previous one.

Brian hoped that after that, he would be done for the day, or at least
given some other task or challenge to complete but once again he was
directed to the chair.

With the third session of the day completed, Brian was allowed to shower
once again before being taken back up the stairs and put into a tint
closet. It was not long enough to lay down and there was no padding on the
floor, making for an extremely uncomfortable night. What made it worse was
what he could hear. Over and over on an endless loop were the words, "Brian
is pain, Brian is misery, you are nobody, you are nothing, only serving
your Master beings you happiness."

By morning, Brian had only managed to get a couple of hours sleep in a few
short stints, each of which ended with Brian waking up in pain from the
uncomfortable position.

After being given more water and a small breakfast, Brian was taken back
down to the dungeon and strapped to the chair. He couldn't help noticing
that there was now a clock next to the screen. He wondered if that would
make what he was about to endure better or worse.

"Today, you will receive pleasure and pain in five minute intervals,"
Darren explained before staring up the screen again.

Brian flinched as the first five minutes of pain began. Surprisingly, he
found the clock was actually quite a comfort. Knowing he only had to watch
the second hand spin round five times gave a visible end to the pain. Once
again, he was left suffer alone.

About an hour in, Darren came back in, once again unnoticed by
Brian. Discretely, he made an adjustment to the program before leaving
again.

Unbeknownst to Brian, the clock was simply another tool to help torture
him. As the five minute sessions passed, the clock began to slowly
change. During each period of pain, the clock began to gradually slow,
returning to normal speed for the pleasure. The slowing got even greater as
the sessions went on, while the clock began to speed up during the
pleasure.

As Brian passed the third hour of his session, the pain was up to nine
minutes, the pleasure lasting for only one. So addled by the discomfort and
misery, Brian simply accepted what he saw.

The rest of the day passed just like the previous one, the only difference
being the clock messing with Brian's perception of time.

After another night in the uncomfortable closet, Brian almost welcome the
relative comfort of the chair as he was taken down for his third day. What
came as a shock, was the complete lack of sensation after the first 'five'
minutes of pain. What had been five minutes of pleasure on previous days
had now just become five minutes without pain. The pleasure was gone, now
it was just alternating periods of pain and no pain.

By the end of day four, Brian was almost catatonic, moving round at
Darren's commands like a living mannequin. It was at the end of the last
session of day four that something different happened. Still strapped into
the chair, Brian saw the screen change to the same display as the video
call with Master Matt when he first arrived.

"Hello Brian," Master Matt said, letting out a satisfied grunt as Brian
flinched and whimpered at the mention of the name. "I mean, hello fag!"
Brian actually appeared to relax at the greeting.

"I think he's ready," Darren called out.

"I think you might be interested to see this," Master Matt said, a piece of
paper moving in front of the camera. "Do you know what this is?"

Brian looked at the document, quickly reading it. His eyes widened and his
breath caught in his throat. "That... th..." he stuttered. "That's a death
certificate!"

"Close, it's not just A death certificate, it's YOUR death certificate!"
Master Matt said. "Officially, you're dead!"

"But... but... how?" he mumbled weakly, shaking in his restraints.

"Let's just say it helps to have contacts in certain places," Master Matt
explained. "According to official records, you took your own life. Your
bank accounts are frozen, your assets are being handled by the executor of
your will. Everything you had, your home, your possessions, your money, all
of it... is gone!"

Brian sobbed. This was so far beyond anything he had ever imagined
happening when he made his choice to have Master Matt destroy
him. Yet... somehow... it almost felt right.

"Brian is dead!" Master Matt said happily. "Who are you?"

"I'm nobody, Sir!" Brian answered without hesitation.

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Two more days of tortured brainwashing had made short work of whatever will
Brian had left. As he left the chair on the final day, he was little more
than an empty shell of the man he once was. When he was strapped into the
chair the next day, he had been expecting more of the same, but something
different happened.

Darren started touching him, all over. It felt wonderful after so many days
of pain and torture. His cock quickly stiffened under the expert touch of
the other man, his hands quickly finding their way to Brian's cock.

"When did you last cum, fag?" Darren growled in his ear.

Brian had to think. He genuinely couldn't remember and answered, "I don't
know Sir, it's been a while!"

"Do you think you deserve to cum?" Darren asked flatly.

"I... I've behaved, Sir. I'm an obedient fag. So... maybe?" Brian answered
hopefully. His balls ached, both from the physical torture and the
prolonged period of denial. He badly needed release.

"You do make a good point!" Darren said with a wicked smile. He quickly got
to work on Brian's cock, stroking it quickly.

An orgasm was quick to build, but Darren's hands pulled away just before
release, leaving Brian squirming in his seat.  Darren waited a few minutes,
then repeated the procedure, edging Brian once again. Over and over he
repeated the teasing throughout the morning. The afternoon passed much the
same way. Brian had long since lost count of how many times he had hit the
edge now. As awful as it was, at least he knew that when he did finally
orgasm, it would feel spectacular.

"Okay, go and shower!" Darren ordered as he untied Brian after their
afternoon session was complete.

Brian considered finishing himself off as he stepped into the shower, but
knew how much trouble he would get in. He actually found himself feeling
glad of the icey cold water spraying down on him as it helped his cock to
finally go down.

Darren was waiting for him when he emerged from the shower room. "Stand
still!" he ordered, "Hands behind your head!"

Brian did as ordered, watching in dismay as Darren set about putting a
chastity device on his cock. He wanted to complain, but the conditioning
had taught him that he was to obey at all times, so he just stood and took
it.

"Looks like a good fit. We'll give it a couple of days, just to be sure,"
Darren said, tugging and twisting at the device. "Now follow me!"

Darren headed upstairs to the main part of the house. Brian followed, keen
to actually get out of the dungeon for the first time since he arrived. As
they walked up the stairs, they began hearing voices. The further up they
got, the louder it became. As they headed down the hallway and opened a
door, Brian saw a large lounge, filled with guys, some of whom he
recognised from the party a week before, others were brand new faces.

There was a cheer as all eyes fell on Brian. He knew he should have felt
self-conscious standing naked aside from his chastity device in a room full
of clothed men, but once again the training kicked in and he just stood
awaiting orders.

"Well, let's get started then!" Darren said. "I figured we'd start with a
show!" The comment got a cheer from the gathered men. Darren pointed to the
middle of the room, where a large array of sex toys had been laid out. "So
you want to cum, now's your chance! And make it look good!"

Brian just stared blankly for a moment, not comprehending, then down at his
cage and back to Darren.

"I'm not unlocking you. You're a fag now. If you wanna cum, you fuck it out
of yourself, got it!" Darren said bluntly, then leaned in close and said,
"And make it look good, Master Matt's watching!"

Brian's eyes widened at the mention of the man to blame for his entire
situation. He looked round the room, trying to figure out which one was
him, but he knew he also had to obey his orders. Gingerly, he moved to the
middle of the room and knelt down.

The sound quietened to a low murmur as the guys quietly talked while Brian
perused the options. Looking at a few of the toys, he settled on a medium
sized vibrator, slightly curved. Looking for lube, he couldn't see any, so
decided to really give a show to the guys watching. He raised it to his
lips and slowly slid it in, deep-throating it while only just managing to
ignore his gag reflex. It got a cheer from the spectators.

Pulling it out, he ensured plenty of spit came with it, then spat into his
other hand and lowered it to his hole, wettening it before pushing the
vibrator slowly in. He let out a low groan as it filled his ass, arching
his back to try and get the perfect angle. He knew when he had hit it. The
week or torture and abstinence had heightened his prostate's sensitivity
greatly, sending jolts of pleasure through his hole body. Pressing a button
on the base, he turned the device onto low.

"Oh fuck!" Brian called out as the buzzing started inside him. He had been
worried that he wouldn't be able to stimulate himself to orgasm using only
anal, but now he was more concerned that he might actually cum too
quickly. "Holy fuck!" he muttered as he gently fucked himself with the toy.

His cock strained against the cage painfully, but it did nothing to reduce
the pleasure he could feel building. A quick look around the room at the
gathered men flushed his cheeks a bright shade of red, especially as he
heard himself moaning loudly as he rode the vibrator.

"Turn it up!" Darren instructed, kneeling down beside Brian.

"Y... yes... S... Sir!" Brian stuttered, reaching down again and clicking
it up a level. "Oh my... fuck... oh!" Brian moaned excitedly.

"To full!" Darren added.

Brian let out a pitiful whimper that drew a round of laughter from the
spectators. As the device started vibrating at full speed, Brian knew he
was only moments away from release.

Watching and waiting for the perfect moment, Darren reached forward and
yanked the vibrating toy from Brian's ass.  Brian's entire body tensed. He
had gone beyond edging, but not quite to the point of orgasm. Cum began to
flow from his cock, his balls emptying, but accompanied by none of the
usual pleasurable sensations. The ruined orgasm seemed to last for hours as
Brian's cock just dribbled more and more cum, his balls finally able to
release their pent up load.

"You wanna cum properly, you get fucked!" Darren said. "Now beg for it!"

Brian didn't even hesitate. "Please fuck me. Anyone, please fuck me!"

"You heard the fag!" Darren called out, turning the toy off and tossing it
aside as he stood. "I declare the party officially started!"

There was a flurry of movement as the sexual tension in the room was
finally permitted release. While several of the men immediately moved for
Brian, manoeuvring him onto all fours to take a cock in each end, the rest
paired or grouped up, clothes quickly being tossed aside.

"And don't forget, every guy who fucks the fag gets to pick a decoration
for him too. See me for the list!" Darren called out, but Brian was so
distracted by the men roughly handling to really understand it.

The next couple of hours passed in a blur of cocks and cum as dozens of men
fucked him over and over in both ends, his ass and mouth both sore and
covered in spunk. The only positive side was that, as Darren had
instructed, Brian had indeed managed to ejaculate properly from being
fucked, no less than three times! It all began to blur even more as various
men were forcing him to down shots, the room slowly starting to spin.

As the sexual activity began to dwindle, Brian hoped the night was almost
over. Sadly for him, it was barely beginning.  "Okay, I've got the requests
from each of you, now let's get to work!" Darren called out.

A table was brought in and stood in the centre of the room. Brian was
roughly thrown onto it, then gradually secured in place on his back before
being blindfolded.

"Whatever you feel, I suggest you don't move," a familiar voice whispered
in Brian's ear.

By that point, Brian was so exhausted and drunk that he couldn't really
move, even if he had wanted to. He felt a sharp stabbing pain on his arm,
then a very different, but just as painful pain on his nipple. More shots
were tipped into his mouth, forcing him to swallow. Whether from the
exhaustion of from the alcohol, Brian soon passed out.

*****

As Brian began to come to, his head throbbed and the room seemed to spin
around him. His entire body ached. He was still blindfolded.

"Morning fag!" Darren called from behind him.

Brian's head whipped round towards the sound, causing a wave of nausea to
ripple through him.

"Been waiting for you to wake up," Darren said, holding up a camera. "We
wanted to see your reaction when you see your new look!"

"S.... Sir?" Brian enquired, wondering what the man meant.

"On your feet!" Darren ordered, grabbing the fag's arm and helping him up.

Brian felt himself being walked across the room before the blindfold was
yanked off. The sudden light was painful and intrusive, so he raised a hand
to block it out. As his eyes slowly got used to it, he realised there were
mirrors on three sides of him, but he didn't recognise the person staring
back at him.

His head had been shaved, not completely, but far shorter than he had ever
had it before. One eyebrow, one nostril and both ears had been pierced, the
ears each bearing multiple studs and rings. The piercings weren't
restricted to his face. Both nipples and his cock had been pierced too,
each one bearing a small gold ring.

All of his body hair was gone from his chest, stomach, crotch and pits. The
most alarming changes though were the tattoos, of which he had many! There
were too many to take in right away. One above his cock, a couple either
side of his stomach, a large one across his chest, all down his arms and
legs. Turning slightly, he saw his back was similarly adorned with
markings. Faggot, cock sucker, cum eater, slave, worthless pig and fag for
life were just some of the words now permanently etched in his skin.

"Oh my God!" Brian muttered as he rubbed one of the tattoos, hoping it
would just wipe off. Instead, it was just painful.  "Oh, one bit you may
not have noticed," Darren said, happily recording Brian's horrified
reactions. "Take a look at the lock on your cage!"

Eyes widening, Brian grabbed the cage and turned it to look at the
lock. The hole was now filled by something metallic. "No!" he muttered as
he realised what it meant.

"That's right, faggot, you're never using your cock again!" Darren said
happily. "This is your life now. You chose this!"

Brian was almost hyperventilating, but a mixture of the conditioning he had
received and his own feelings soon calmed him down as he nodded and said,
"I did. I'm a fag. For life!"

"Well, looks like my work here is done!" a voice called out from the other
side of the room.

"M... Master Matt?" Brian asked.

The Master approached, smiling and nodding. "So Brian, tell me, is it
everything you hoped for?" he asked as he got closer. "You've lost
everything that made you the person that you were!"

"No Sir. I've lost all the things that were keeping me from being the
person I am. A fag!" Brian answered, a feeling of contentment washing over
him as he realised it was true.

*****

And there we have it. Brian's journey to become his true self, as decided
by my readers. Somewhat more extreme than some of my other stories, but if
you liked what you read, or would be interested in me writing some more
interactive stories, let me know at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk

If you enjoy my writing, check out my other stories

The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/

Other Series
Possession - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Tales from Kingswood - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/

One-shots
Jake's Exposure - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
The Art of Seduction - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Becoming and Internet Master - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
And Then It Got Worse - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse