File #1: Joey
Joey was a whore. He was the star hockey player at his university, and was offered a full ride based on his athleticism itself. Though he was all brawn, the poor jock had no brains. The only things he cared about was his sport, and to get laid. He was so horny that he talked to multiple women a day on campus. His reputation grew, and his class knew him as the hot jock that everyone wanted to get with, women and men. However, Joey was straight and was oblivious to the fact that men actually would want him. He was never friends with a gay man, and was not familiar with the whole world of queers that lusted after him. This unfamiliarity did not stop these men from having perverted fantasies over Joey, his brown curly hair, his pecs that should be held with a bra, his fat hockey ass.. gay classmates, professors, many admirers online… Joey was oblivious to the fact that there was a whole community dedicated to his man meat. There was a gay forum online dedicated to him, united by their shared obsession with his body and charm. These men were aware of Joey’s whorish antics, and wanted to slut him out. They posted pictures of his instagram posts, the stories he posted of his gains, professional shots from his hockey games showcasing his fat ass in motion, and any content they could find of him.
One of Joeys closest friends, Sam, was also on the team. One night, Sam was scrolling through the web and happened to find this thread of Joey. “Joey The Hockey Stud”, was what the forum was titled, and Sam being closeted and attracted to his best friend, clicked on it with no hesitation. He scrolled through the posts of his best friends and his dick instantly got hard. Reading the comments of what these men would do to him turned Sam on, as he thought of the same perverted fantasies and was happy that many others agreed. Of course Sam would never do anything, his best friend was straight and he never even imagined actually doing anything with him. But the men on the forum had a plan, and that intrigued Sam. They wanted to make Joey into their sex puppet, determined to “turn him”. Sam doubted that anything would ever actually happen, though Joey was horny and dumb, he was straight.
Then, a new post appeared on the forum. It was a private snap of Joey shirtless, flexing his muscles. The caption read: “Get ready gays, our plan is in motion and in no time we plan to have this beefy meathead and turn him into our own sex toy.. and we’ll post all the pictures here”. Comments rolled saying things like “finally!!”, and “torture his balls and make him squirm!!”. Sam was spooked, he used to be sure that nothing would happen to his best friend and was scared for him.
Joey, oblivious to the web being woven around him, continued his online flirtation with a women he just met. He sent her selfies, showcasing his biceps, his chiseled abs, his boyish grin. He even, in a moment of breathtaking naivety, sent a shirtless video of himself, his muscles rippling as he pretended to lift weights, his face flushed with exertion. The perverts devoured the content, their screens filled with Joey's image, their hearts pounding with a mixture of lust and triumph. They were getting closer, closer to their ultimate goal.
Joey sat in his dorm room, the glow of his laptop screen illuminating his chiseled features. He was on a video call with the woman he planned on fucking, the mysterious woman who had been messaging him for weeks. Her sultry voice and flattering words had drawn him in, and now he found himself doing things he never thought he'd do.
"You look so good, Joey," She purred, her eyes locked on his through the screen. "I want to see more of you. Take off your shirt."
Joey hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the hem of his shirt. He knew this was risky, but the thrill of it all was too enticing and he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity of getting laid. With a deep breath, he slowly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest and defined abs.
She let out a low whistle, her eyes raking over his body. "Damn, Joey. You're even hotter than I imagined. Now, I want you to touch yourself. Show me what you do when you're alone."
Joey's cheeks flushed, but he didn't resist. He let his hand wander down his chest, over his stomach, and towards his growing erection. He began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes fixed on her reaction.
"That's it, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Show me how you like it. I want to see you cum for me."
As Joey's hand moved faster, his breath quickened, and his body tensed with pleasure. He moaned softly, his head thrown back in ecstasy. She watched, her fingers flying over her keyboard, capturing every moment of his vulnerability.
Unbeknownst to Joey, the woman was not alone. She was streaming the call live to the forum, where dozens of eager eyes devoured every second of his performance. The chat was ablaze with comments, each one more explicit and degrading than the last.
"Look at that cock," one user typed, their words appearing in bold letters on the screen. "I'd love to suck him dry."
"He's so fucking hot," another added. "I can't wait to see him beg for more."
She smirked, her eyes never leaving Joey's flushed face. She knew her audience was eating this up, and she was more than happy to oblige. "You like that, don't you, Joey?" she asked, her voice dripping with faux concern. "You like showing off for me?"
Joey could only nod, his mouth too dry to form words. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, his body on fire with need. He didn't notice the subtle shift in the woman’s tone, the way her words became more commanding, more demanding.
"Now, I want you to stand up," she ordered, her voice firm. "I want to see your whole body. Show me what you've got."
Joey obeyed, his legs shaky as he rose to his feet. He stood before the camera, his hand still wrapped around his throbbing cock, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. The woman’s eyes widened at the sight, and she leaned in closer to the screen.
"Turn around," she commanded, her voice low and husky. "Let me see that ass."
Joey's face burned with shame, but he did as he was told. He turned slowly, presenting his firm, muscular backside to the camera. He heard her sharp intake of breath, and a cruel smile curved her lips.
"Perfect," she murmured, her fingers flying over the keyboard. "You’re perfect."
As Joey turned back around, his eyes locked on the woman’s, he felt a surge of pride. He was putting on a show, and he was damn good at it. He began to stroke himself faster, his hips thrusting forward with each stroke.
"That's it, baby," She cooed, her voice a stark contrast to the filthy comments flooding the chat. "Cum for me, Joey. Show me what you've got."
Joey's body tensed, his toes curling as he teetered on the edge of release. He threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent cry as he came, his cum shooting across his chest, fat pecs and stomach. She watched, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, as Joey's body shuddered with the force of his orgasm.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice soft and mocking. "You did so well."
As Joey's breath slowed, and his body relaxed, he became aware of the silence on the other end of the call. He looked up, his eyes searching the woman’s face, but she was no longer looking at him. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
"What's going on?" Joey asked, his voice thick with confusion. "are you still there?"
Her smile widened, and she leaned in closer to the camera. "I'm always here, Joey," she whispered, her voice dripping with malice. "And so are all my friends."
With that, her face pixelated and formed into a middle aged man, leaving Joey staring at an incel. Joey ended the call and tried to process what just happened. He had no idea that his most intimate moments had been broadcast to a room full of strangers, that his vulnerability had been exploited for their pleasure.
As the reality of the situation began to sink in, Joey's face burned with shame. He quickly grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head to cover his exposed body. He sank down onto his bed, his mind reeling as he tried to make sense of it all.
Meanwhile, on the gay forum, the chat was exploding with excitement. The video of Joey's performance was already being shared and re-shared, each user adding their own explicit commentary.
"That was fucking hot," one user typed, their words appearing in bold letters on the screen. "I can't wait to see what else he can do."
"He's so fucking dumb," another added, their tone mocking. "He has no idea what he's gotten himself into."
As for Joey, he was left alone in his dorm room, his mind racing with confusion and shame. He had no idea that his life was about to change forever, that he had become the center of a twisted online obsession. The only question was: how far would they go to get what they wanted? And how far would Joey let them?
The story was far from over, and as the video of Joey's performance continued to spread, the lines between reality and fantasy began to blur. The only thing that was certain was that Joey's life would never be the same again.
