Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2018 06:25:43 +0300 From: Nick Pecman Subject: American Horror Porn DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and aimed only at entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters is coincidental. If you have trouble seperating real life from fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now. To the readers, Please email me at if you enjoyed the story and wanna see more. Don't forget to donate to nifty to keep this site of erotic fiction going. This series of stories is called AMERICAN HORROR PORN and it is possibly going to be divided in substories and chapters, so here is the first chapter of the first substory. by Nick Pecman AMERICAN HORROR PORN CHAPTER 1: Through the screen Justin Myer was a perfect specimen of male muscle. He was one of those instagram models, that take just the right amount of supplements, have just the right body type, workout just as much as needed, have no body hair and a cute face with a smile to die for. He was living the dream. Now at the age of 22 it was the first time he decided to move away from his home, to find a place of his own. He had long now turned his instagram to a business, which had worked out great for him, and in about 3 years time he had become big enough and had made loads of money so that he could finally afford a place of his own. Till then he had been living with his family, which included his father, Michael Myer, who was now a 49 year old businessman, who had been working his ass off to keep his family going after his wife had died, long ago. And his two brothers, Wyatt Myer who was now 20 years old and working as a waiter at a local coffee shop. No big dreams, no idea what to do in his life. An artist spirit, kind of detached from the world. And David Myer, who was 17 and still in school, half nerd, half jock, smart but also kind of clueless about his life. He was the reason the family had no mother, but was unaware of it. Emily Myer had died while giving birth to David, when Justin was only 5 years old. The family had developped good work ethic and strong values after their tragedy and now with Justin leaving the house was kind of the first verification that all the hard work was paying off. Michael was extremely proud of his son, not only for making it on his own but also for his gym work, that was intense and passionate and had trasformed his body since his teenage years to this beefcake muscle he had now become. Justin was extremely proud of it himself. He would constantly post shirtless and nearly nude pics of him on his instagram, he would overtly brag about his diet and workout schedule which was harsh and he would also showcase his equally perfect girlfriend, Jennifer, who also had her own business from her instagram account, promoting workouts, makeup and clothes. Justin and Jennifer were a local celebrity power-couple, but had also expanded their brands with followers worldwide. However their relationship was only for show, as they both quickly realized it benefited both of them. They had no real sexual or romantic affection, but were staging it because couples sold way more than solos. Jennifer was secrectly craving Justin, but he seemed to be totally disinterested in her, so she wasn't pushing it. Justin Myer was a guy that everyone craved to enjoy, and were either dutifully admiring him or desperately envying him. It must not come as a shock that all kinds of eyes were observing him, and some of them were not well-intended. Unfortunately for Justin, a particularly malevolent pair of eyes happened to fall upon his perfect life. It was a day in October when Justin moved his last box of stuff to his new appartment downtown, away from his former life in the suburbs where his family lived. Jennifer was helping him to put his stuff in their rightful place in the new place. They took pictures and posted stories of their time together, showing their perfect lovelife. When it started getting darker and the house was nearly finished, Jennifer offered to stay for the night. "Sure you don't want me to stay? It may be weird for you to sleep all alone for the first time..." she suggested. "Nah it's cool. I'm kind of looking forward to experience it" Justin replied, not even thinking Jennifer was being suggestive of something else. Jennifer realized she was beating a dead horse and quickly left to take the subway back home. Justin was left all alone in a place of his own for the first time ever. First thing he wanted to do was take off all of his clothes and take a warm bath. He took his time and enjoyed himself, experiencing his new bathroom. After he put on his sponsored briefs that were given to him for free and made himself a snack to eat while binge watching something on his laptop. He went to his living room and laid down on the couch. Put his laptop on his coffee table right by the couch and his plate with his snack on his lap. Then before putting on anything to watch he took a picture of himself with his snack, his sponsor's briefs and his rock hard 8 pack all in one shot. He posted the story saying "a perfect first evening in my new apartment". Then as viewers started to rush in, he shut off his internet connection and proceeded to put on a horror flick. He must have been way too exhausted without realizing cause he ended up falling asleep on the first 5 minutes of the movie. He woke up quite later by a woman screaming. It was coming from the movie. There was a woman trapped inside a basement and was being approached by a large guy who was wearing a red devil costume. The woman's screams had woken him up. "Shit..." he uttered to himself as he watched the screen again. He got a little taken aback by the scene so he decided to close the movie. He turned off the movie window but left his laptop on. He sat up on his couch and looked around a bit. Enjoying his place. The sound of silence. His gaze fell on the mirror in the corner of the living room. He could see himself through it in his new briefs. His muscular, smooth body in plain sight, in the dim lit room. He couldn't help but start flexing it. Muscle by muscle, enjoying the feeling of blood pumping and his muscles going from soft to hard in a instant. He started caressing his body with his hands. First feeling up his thick thighs, then moving up to his 8-pack popping out like boxes on his torso. And then he reached his favorite part of his body: his pecs. Justin had huge pecs, with dark large nipples topping them off right in the center of each pec. They were perfectly shaped muscles, round and protruding from the rest of his torso, creating a deep cleavage and a firm separation from his upper abs, hanging low when he leaned forward. And they were his most enjoyable part. He cupped them with his hands and let out an instictive moan as he did. He watched himself in the mirror, groping his own pecs, feeling their immense mass. But as much as he enjoyed the moment, as he watched himself in the mirror, something else caught his attention and made him stop his self-worship. He saw a movement in the hallway behind him. A shadow moving fast across the doorframe that was a few feet away from his couch. He froze in his place and instantly felt regretting moving out of his house and being alone. He bounced up from the couch and looked in the back towards the doorframe. He picked up his phone from the couch and slowly started walking towards the hallway. He checked his screen. It was 01:23 am. A little late to call anyone but he checked who was online anyway. He saw his best friend, Lance being online on messenger, so he gave him a call. As he waiting for him to pick up he kept on slowly walking towards the place where he saw something move. "Hey man" said Lance from the other side. "Hey bro, what's up?" Justin said as casually as he could. "Not much, about to hit the bed, you?" "Same..." There was a small pause. "Something wrong?" Lance asked, sensing Justin's awkwardness. "Umm... I guess it feels a little weird to be sleeping alone for the first time" "Yeah..." Lance consoled him "it's normal" "I... kind of feel like there's someone in my house" "Du-u-ude... that's creepy" Lance joked. There was another pause. Justin had nearly reached the doorframe and was about to look beside the wall. "Look man, it's normal to feel weird, you're in a completely new space" Justin nodded. "Yeah... I suppose..." Justin leaned forward and looked beneath the doorframe. He checked both sides of the hallway. Nothing. No one was there. He let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, man, don't worry, you'll get used to it" Lance assured him. "Yeah..." Justin agreed heading back to the couch. "Thanks bro, it means the world you're here for me to talk" Justin said. "Always, J. I love you, bro" Lance replied. "Love you too" Justin said feeling his best friend's warmth. They hang up the phone and Justin sat back down on the couch. He exhaled feeling a little better and started checking his instagram. New messages, ton more views, new followers, new likes. His account had been on fire the last couple of months. He smirked in pride and shut off his phone. Then he looked back at his laptop. And he felt frozen once more. The movie he had just shut off, was back on and paused with the guy in the red devil costume first shot, and looking directly through the camera. Justin felt completely immobilized. He could have sworn he had turned off the movie. But there it was, paused right on this peculiarly creepy scene. Justin tried not to panic, but what happened next, made it impossible for him. "Hello, Justin" the red devil said through the screen. Justin couldn't breath. "You can relax, you have nothing to fear from me" Justin felt himself taking a deep breath again. "Because I know you. I know all of you" the red devil continued. Justin steadied hi breathing but kept completely still. "Every little part of you. Even the darkest deepest parts" the man's deep voice continued. Justin kept on staring in his eyes, feeling his power drifting away. "The parts that you don't want anyone to know" Justin exhaled deeply. "Like how much you're pleased by yourself. And not in the way that anyone can think of..." Justin felt a little threatened. "...but in this twisted way that you get turned on by yourself... and only by yourself" Justin felt his eyes begining to water. "And I know that you are so into yourself, that you have never had anyone else enjoy you" Justin felt a small tear starting to drip from his eye. "You are a virgin. And that's what terrifies you" the devil carried on calmly and hypnotizingly, "you want to be enjoyed by others, by everyone. That's what you trully want" Justin felt along with his tear dripping on his face, his dick twitching within his sponsor's briefs. "You want to be a public sexual pleasure, for all to have" Justin's dick started growing in a rapid pace. "But most of all... you want to be enjoyed by your family" Justin let out a small moan of shock and pleasure. His dick hardened faster than he could ever remember and tented his briefs. "That's right... you want to be so sexually intense that even your own family won't be able to resist you, and will have to join in the public pleasure" the devil said with now a hint of sneaky lust. "See? I know you" Justin's breathing had gotten heavy and almost moan-like. His dick was twitching now fully erect in his briefs. But he still couldn't seem to move. "So what are you afraid of? You can give into me, you have nothing else to hide" Justin moaned. "And I can give you all that you want, that you really want" "Mmmm..." Justin whimpered. "If you just give into me" There was a pause that seemed like an eternity for Justin. Speechless and immobilized. Then the red devil spoke again. "Get over here" he said a little more demanding. The camera shooting the devil started moving for the first time. It started going down from the devil mask to the man's large body. Justin could now see that it was no suit he was wearing. It was his own body. Way too muscular for a man, unless they had been taking steroids for their whole life. His skin was deep red. The camera went down slowly on his massive inhuman torso. Heading towards his crotch. Justin felt himself slipping down on the couch. Slowly and slithery. His knees hit the ground right in front of the coffee table and his body slowly followed till he was kneeling in front of the computer screen, staring at the shot of the insanely muscular male that was at display. The camera started moving in to the devil's body and lower. His thick donkey-ish cock came to display pointing right towards the camera. Justin felt scared at this sight. His breathing was getting faster and his eyes were watering. But something deep within him felt like it was trying hard to dig its way out. A deeply buried desired he hadn't even known he had. "Come closer" the man's voice ordered. Justin slowly started leaning forward to the screen. The camera zoomed in even more to the large cock, so much that it had to hit it with the lens. But instead of hitting it, the massive cock started coming out of the flat screen, gaining a third dimension and slowly approaching Justin's face. "Open your mouth" the voice ordered. Justin let out a moan of fear and like a desperate attempt to deny it. "Open" said the voice again. Justin's jaws parted and spread wide. He kept on staring at the monstrous red cock he had in front of him. The cock kept on coming out from the screen and reached Justin's lips. "Put it in your mouth" Justin slowly moved his head a bit further in and now had the cock tip in his mouth. He then hesitently wrapped his lips around the thick veiny rod. "Yes, that's it" Justin couldn't believe any of what was happening. He was kneeling in his apartment's floor in front of his laptop and was now having a monstrous dick that was coming out of the screen in his mouth. "Go deeper" "Mmmmhhmm" Justin complained as he already felt too uncomfortable as a first timer. But he felt like he had to oblige, so he started taking more of the shaft in his mouth and went closer to the screen and the base of the cock. He felt the cock tip massage the back of his mouth. "Yes..." Then slowly but steadily the cock started withdrawing itself back in the screen. It slipped a bit out of Justin's mouth. "Keep it in" Justin wrapped his lips tight and started moving closer to the screen along with the dick in his mouth. The devlish man pulled back with a sudden move, pulling Justin through the screen along with his cock. Justin's head was now on the other side. The cock still in his mouth. He could feel the rest of his body bended over the coffeetable and his big pecs pushed against the laptop's keyboard. But his head was now in another dimension. It was the dark basement where the screaming woman was trapped in the movie he had been watching. If it was a movie... "You're mine now" said the red devil, above him. Justin tried to pull back, but he couldn't His head was now stuck in that position, and couldn't go back out of the screen. "Mmmm" Justin moaned in fear, with the giant dick still in his mouth. "Just let go" The devil started now pushing his cock further inside Justin's mouth. "Mmmmm! MMMHMM!" Justin panicked. He felt the thick rod massaging the insides of his throat. He felt his throat expand in ways he didn't think were possible, to let the massive cock in. It went deeper and deeper in, till Justin's nose hit the red devil's pubic area. He now had the whole donkey dick inside his mouth and throat. He was choking and gagging but he knew he could take it. He already had. "Yes!" exclaimed the devil. Then slowly he started backing up and sliding the cock back out of the young man's mouth. He then pushed forward again, and started fucking Justin's throat. "Ooooh, yes, that's it Justin, let go" "Mmfmmm! Ghhglllmm! Ghhmmmff" Justin was trying to contain his gagging. "Yes, fuck, yes, you are mine now" The throatfucking started intensifying. Justin's head was in place, unable to move, his mouth opened wide to allow the cock do its penetration. "You're my whore! I will own you from now on!" Justin was terrified by these words, but he was thinking about it less and less. His fear was now fading as he started focusing more on his experience and losing himself. He felt the pleasures unburying within him. Coming out. "I'm going to put my seed within you, Justin. And you will accept it" "MMmmmff" moaned Justin, already feeling more and more the pleasure of giving in. He was ready to accept it. "Take every last drop, whore!" The throatfucking got too hard. Justin's mouth was spilling out saliva all over the floor beneath him. The rest of his body on the other side was shaking in place, half trying to free himself from the screen, half adjusting to the large cock that was invading it. "Yes! YES! NOW!" The devil let out an unworldy roar as he shot his load. Beastly and soulshaking. The load started flowling within Justin's throat, down to his guts. His body now froze in place on the other side, feeling the flow on every inch of it. His pecs and nipples were especially tense through the impregnating experience. As if most of the devlish sperm was gathering up there. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" the devil moaned in a more humane voice now as the last drops of his cumshot were dripping inside the young man he had now enslaved. "Yes... Justin Myer you are now under my command" "Mmmmm" Justin moaned in ecstasy still feeling the devil's sperm rush inside every part of his body. Then with a sudden move the cock slid out of his mouth and he felt a push back to his own realm. Justin woke up on the couch of his living room. Sun was coming in through his windows. The laptop was on his coffeetable and had died out of battery. He was lying and was sweating. He sat up and checked his phone. It was 07:34 am. He let out a deep breath, trying to process what he had just experienced. Then he noticed his sponsor's briefs were soaking wet. He had shot a massive load in his sleep. He looked around in his apartment. Was that all a dream? To be continued...