Making of Tina Ch. 02: Blackmailed

Shit! I gazed at the clock in the hallway and realised my parents were about to come from work! And I'm sitting here on my knees with cum all over my body and face. Shit, shit, shit!

I got up and hurried to the kitchen to get cleaning supplies. I decided to start cleaning the hallway floor first, but my vision was still partially blurred from all the cum that landed in my eyes.

After the floor was clean, I went for the air refreshener to try to mask the smell of sweat and cum. Next, I grabbed my pants, shirt and ran to my bedroom to throw them in the laundry. After that I ran the water in the shower and began to clean the cum of my body. It already started to dry, making it quite crusty and even harder to remove it from my hair and face!

Why did I do this? And why did I like it? I wasn't even sure I liked this.

After I was finished washing, I got out of the shower and realised my torn-up briefs were missing!

Oh no, they must be in the hallway still! I quickly put on a new shirt and some shorts and ran downstairs. As soon I reached the bottom stairs, I could see my dad standing in the hallway gently removing his coat.

"Hello buddy, how was your afternoon?"

Immediately I used my left foot to kick the torn-up briefs under the bottom stairs leaving a big smear of cum on the floor with it.

"I am fine dad, just took a shower!"

He looked at me with a disappointed look on his face.

"Don't take random showers during the day buddy, it'll dry out your skin!"

"Sorry dad!"

He turned around and left in direction of the living room.

I reached under the stairs for my briefs and took them with me to my room. I closed the door behind me and sighed in relief.

"That was way too close!"

I started pacing around in my room. What just happened? It felt like some strange fever dream. My dads' fireman buddy made me suck his huge dick! I felt disgusted and violated. And there was nothing I could do to stop it. He took pictures of me! And he wasn't afraid of sending them to my dad!

I suddenly remembered what he told me, I had to be online in the chat at all times, so I decided to boot up my computer and I logged into the chat.

Thankfully, he wasn't in the list of online chatters. However suddenly, I received a message. I couldn't see a username. The person who sent me the message was anonymous and logged out immediately after sending their message. I opened it and what I saw made me shake again.

A picture of a tiny teenage boy looking up to the camera with a massive dick in his mouth! Oh no, why did I agree to this? I should have kept the door closed and I could have notified the police!

I stayed online for the entire evening shaking of fear -- was it fear? Excitement?

But I didn't receive any messages again. So around 21h I went to bed exhausted and left my pc running.

I tried to masturbate like I did every night, but I just couldn't get an erection. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened.

The following morning, I awoke frustrated, it was the first time in over a year I wasn't able to masturbate before going to sleep. I went over to my computer to check the chatroom for messages, only to see I had at least a hundred private messages.

I opened them and I was shocked they were all pictures of me in different poses from the day before. I guessed it must have been him, messing with me. I started to feel a bit sick again in my stomach and I regretted my actions of before, so I turned off my computer and left for school.

After a long day thinking about yesterday, I walked home with nothing but his dick on my mind. As soon as I got home, I turned on my computer and logged on.

He wasn't in the room though. Why did I somehow feel disappointed? I should have been glad!

While I was doing my homework, my mom suddenly knocked on my door. She stormed in and held up my torn-up briefs.

"What happened here?"

I told her some bullshit story about how I got stuck between a door yesterday and accidentally ripped it. She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. She just shrugged and left the room seemingly satisfied with my explanation.

I sighed and felt butterflies in my stomach at the thought of what actually happened.

"What is going on with me? Why do I feel like this?"

I finished my homework and went to check the chatroom. Still no messages.

I opened up Altavista and typed in 'gay porn huge dick', but all the pictures loaded so slowly that I just gave up and started reading sex stories instead.

This time however I went straight for the 'BDSM' section. I started reading stories about slaves and masters. While I was reading a story about a boy being used by a dominant guy, I heard the familiar sound of a new chat message.

It was him! My heart jumped in anticipation.

"Boy, click the link in my message and open the file when it opens."

It was a file called 'sub7.exe', I asked him what it was, and he replied with a picture of me sucking his dick and my dads' phone number written on it in big red number.

I got spooked and installed the program immediately.

He told me not to worry and just be a good little boy.

I wanted to send him a message begging him to stop and leave me alone, but he was already gone.

The next morning, I woke up, feeling exhausted because I didn't sleep very well. I went to my computer and turned on the monitor. What I saw next made me gasp.

My desktop background was now a collage of pictures he took of me. The Windows font was changed to something very girly, and everything was now in shades of pink!

It looked absolutely ridiculous! It looked like the computer of some teen girl going through puberty! I tried to change everything back to the default settings, but I was unable to do so because I had no administrator privileges anymore!

What was I to do? Shit, I needed to go to school.

I just powered down my monitor in total disbelief, frustrated and angry at what was happening to me.

As soon as I got home from another boring uneventful school day, I saw a note on the table from my parents.

'Weekend at friends, will be back Saturday afternoon, food is in the fridge, love you -- xx mom'

I went to the fridge to get something to eat as I was famished, but as soon as I opened the door, I heard a loud beeping sound coming from upstairs.

I closed the fridge door and ran upstairs; it was my motherboard speaker emitting a loud beeping sound. In panic I turned on my monitor only to see text appear on the screen.

'I told you to get online as soon as you got home!'

Followed by a picture of me covered in cum.

I couldn't click anything on the screen. He must have installed some kind of virus on my computer! I tried to reboot my computer, but the button was unresponsive.

'Open the door in 15mins.'

I started to panic again! I can't do this again; I don't want this! Why won't he just leave me alone? I unlocked my pc and tried to reboot it only for it to get stuck on a boot screen asking me for a password! I don't know this password! What did he do to my computer?

My heart was beating in my chest again, I hated this feeling, what will he do to me this time? My parents won't be here for an entire night, what if he wants to stay? I can't do this again and decided to go downstairs and lock all the doors.

As soon as I calmed down a bit the doorbell rang. Again, that terrible but exciting doorbell. I hesitated for a second, but my fear of what he would send to my dad made me go and open the door. As I started opening the door, it got pushed open, and there he was.

A hulk of a man, tall and muscular, everything I'm not. He is wearing gym clothes and is sweating. He must have run here or something.

Just like last time he pushed open the door making me step back in fear.

He closed the door behind him.

"Did you like the messages I sent you?"

I didn't answer so he grabbed me by my hair and sneered.

"Did you already forget what I told you before?"

"No Sir, sorry Sir."

"Good boy. Why are you wearing these clothes? Take them off at once!"

I took off my clothes, even my briefs and socks this time.

"Come closer, I brought something for you!"

My heart started beating faster again as I moved closer to him, I could smell his musk and sweat. He told me to shut my eyes as he slapped my face softly. I could hear him taking something out of his backpack. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back.

I could feel him putting something around my neck. He tightened it, but a bit too much, making breathing exceedingly difficult. It felt like his belt from the last time, but as soon as he let go of my hair, I realised it was something else.

"Listen boy, I want you wear this every time I come over, understood?"

I used my hands to feel it, but he slapped my hands away.

"Don't touch it slut, now show me your room!"

"Yes Sir."

I walked to the stairs but as soon as I started ascending the stairs, he told me to stop and put my hands on my buttocks. I couldn't really see what was happening behind me. But I could hear the sound of his phone snapping a photo.

"Keep going boy."

I showed him to my room, and he ordered me to stand in the corner like I have been a bad boy. I could hear some strange noises behind me.

After a couple of minutes, he me to turn around. I complied and he showed me a brand-new webcam fixed on top of my monitor.

I couldn't believe it, was he going to watch me? What did this mean?

He told me he installed a 'trojan horse' on my computer so he could monitor me at all times and how this will help me become the perfect boy toy for him.

He said I will no longer need to be online in the chat room unless as told as he will be able to watch me nonstop.

I took a look at the monitor, and I could see myself on screen, I started to shake again. I didn't want to be filmed or monitored!

He told me to take a good look at myself. It was then I noticed the huge black studded leather looking collar around my neck. It looked like something you would put on a dog!

I lifted up my hands to touch it, but he smacked my hands away immediately.

"Never touch yourself without my permission ever again! Understood boy!?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good boy!"

He pointed at a big red cross taped on the ground in the middle of my room.

"Now stand over there and put your hands on your back like a good boy!"

I complied and as he stared at me, he started laughing.

"Fucking hell, you look like a girl!"

After this he turned around facing my wardrobe and started to rummage through my clothes.

He searched until he found an old pink and white 'Hello Kitty' shirt I used to wear when I was younger. He started laughing.

"This will do just fine!"

Next, he went through my pants and briefs until he found some old bright white shorts. They were too big for a kid, but way too small for a teenage boy.

He threw the shirt and shorts to me, shook his head, and laughed.

"Why are these even here?"

I just stood there sheepishly with these old clothes in my arms while he kept going through the rest of my clothes. After a while he stopped and sighed in disappointment.

"Not much here sadly. I guess these will do for now. I will have to get you something better next time. Now show me your new outfit boy."

I complied, but after I put on the shirt, I realised it was way too short for me and it showed my bare midriff.

"Perfect, just what I wanted!"

After that I put on my white shorts. They seemed to fit perfectly around my tiny waist. But my bum was showing quite a bit. These were way too tight, and they didn't even cover my bum entirely! I looked at myself on my monitor and I looked like a girl!

What the fuck! I don't want to be a girl.

He looked at me and said.

"Almost perfect!"

He suddenly took a hold of my hello kitty shirt and he just ripped it apart with his hands. When he was done the shirt barely covered my ribs and nipples and it was now showing my entire midriff and belly button.

I looked absolutely ridiculous! My heart started beating like crazy again and my cheeks started to fluster.

I felt completely humiliated.

He noticed my reaction and laughed.

"Perfect! The next time I come over, you will open the door in these clothes!"

He took his flip phone and snapped another picture.

"I wonder what your dad would think of his precious boy dressed like this. He wants you to become a fireman like him, but somehow, I have doubts."

I started blushing and stared at the floor again.

"Ok boy. Get on your bed and face your little butt to me!"

I awkwardly shuffled to my bed in my way too small shorts and placed myself in position.

"Now pull down your shorts and show me your little hole!"

Oh no, he's not going to put his dick in me, right? No way I could take that thing! He will destroy me! I started to panic again.

"Good boy. Now keep your eyes locked at the wall! If you look back, I'll tighten your collar a bit more. You wouldn't want that, do you?!"

The collar was already making it hard for me to breath.

"Please no Sir," I begged.

"That's what I thought!"

I got on my kid sized bed, and I pulled down my white shorts just below my buttocks. He told me to put my hands against the wall and not to move an inch.

Suddenly I felt something cold on my little butthole which made me twitch. I felt a hard slap on my butt.

"Stop moving!"

I felt one of his fingers against my hole and he slowly started to push it in. The cold substance he put on my hole earlier made my butt a bit cold and numb and he was able to put in his entire finger without any resistance.

I couldn't believe it; his finger was inside of me! I flinched a bit and I could hear him groan angrily. He put his mouth next to my ear and sneered.

"Don't. Fucking. Move."

With his finger still inside of me, he slowly started moving it in and out of me. Over and over again. Every time he went in, he rubbed a spot inside of me which made me shiver. I could feel my little penis getting erect! But I couldn't touch it as my hands were still against the wall!

After a minute or so, he told me he was going to put a device in me to help me prepare for his dick. I had no idea of what it was, but it sounded scary. He told me I could only take it out to poo. I will have to wear it at all times, and he would do random checks to see if I were still wearing it.

He removed his finger only to push something up my rear which felt much bigger than his finger. I start to squirm a bit, but he told me to stay perfectly still as he slapped my butt hard. He continued pushing the cold object further up my butt past my sphincter. I felt my tears forming as I clenched my teeth.

Suddenly the pain stopped, and I felt something snap in place.

He roughly tapped the device a couple of times.

"Good boy!"

It hurt a little bit and every time he hit the base of it, it rubbed this spot inside of me which made me moan a bit.

"Stay!"

I heard another snap of a picture getting taken. Is he deliberately using the snapping sound just to mess with me?

After a short and awkward silence, I could hear him sigh loudly. He suddenly put his massive hand around my tiny erect penis and balls.

"I don't like it when sluts get hard. A slut should be soft at all times. It keeps them focused."

He started squeezing them with his hand and sneered.

"Don't fucking move!"

He continued tightening and tears started forming in my eyes. He kept his grip for a minute until my tiny penis was soft once again.

"Much better, you better get used to this. I don't want to see you hard ever again. You won't be using it anyway."

How would I be able to keep it soft? I can't control this. I started sobbing a little bit.

"Pull up your shorts, get on your feet and stand on your spot!"

He pointed at the big red X on the floor where I was standing before.

"This is where you will stand to present yourself every time your computer beeps. You will wear your outfit when you do. Am I clear slut?"

I answered while wiping away my tears.

"Yes Sir"

"Good. Now present yourself!"

I walked to the spot, and I could see a glimpse of myself on the monitor. I looked like a confused hormone filled teen girl. I was wearing a ridiculous way too short crop top and shorts which were showing parts of my buttocks.

My heart started beating again in anticipation.

Wait, why did I like this? I'm not a girl, I'm a boy!

I stared a myself for a while when I suddenly heard the front door slam.

Wait? Did he just leave?