The Social Media Show-Off Ch. 03

Author note: All characters in this fictional story are 21 years or older. Trigger warning: This work contains homophobic slurs.

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Chad was airborne with Mr. X and the man's entourage. They were headed to the billionaire's private island. Chad had been selected by Mr. X and added to his collection of men. The 'Instagram Star' had been stalked by this man of wealth and power. Chad's friend Shane had betrayed him and sold him to Mr. X for the hefty sum of ten million dollars.

Now Chad was naked, collared, cuffed, and his cock immobilized in a metal cage. He sat just inches away from his new owner as they flew in the military-style helicopter to a destination unknown to Chad. Chad had been given an injection of a serum that made him crave his new Master intensely. Even now, as Chad was idle, his cunt was itching to be pounded by the man he only knew as 'Mr. X.'

Mr. X observed Chad eyeing him lustfully. "We are almost there, Chad," he announced in his sexy British accent. The man referred to him now informally as Chad. "You want me. I can tell," he asserted confidently, smiling broadly. "Remember, the serum only unmasks your true desires, nothing more. It allows you to not fight your genuine self."

Chad turned his gaze away from the man, fighting his newfound yearnings. "Chad, look at me. It's okay to admit your feelings," Mr. X said. "You're mine now, my proper cock whore. I wish I could give you what you want right here and now, a good cunting. But that will have to wait for a bit longer."

Chad remained mute. He licked his lips and turned away from Mr. X to look out the window. Mr. X reached up and pulled Chad's chin so the 'trophy boy' looked at his owner. "Tell you what, Chad. I never got to try your mouth pussy firsthand," Mr. X said. "Let's have a go at it." He reached over, pulled the chain around Chad's neck, and brought the slave's head down to his crotch. "You know what to do, Chad," the man commanded.

Chad got down on his knees and buried his face into the massive bulge. Chad wanted the man's cock more than the air he was breathing. He longed to serve this man's cock. It was now a part of Chad's vital essence. Mr. X rubbed Chad's shaved head approvingly. Chad looked at Mr. X and quietly expressed gratitude as he skillfully undid the belt and zipper. "Thank you for the opportunity to see your glorious cock again, Sir," Chad said. Chad slid the trousers down to the man's ankles to find Mr. X's 9-inch cock straining against a pair of red Versace briefs. Chad nestled his nose and lips against the garment and breathed deeply, "Mmmmm. You are fucking wonderful, Sir!"

Chad peeled the briefs away to gaze once more at the magnificent cock. It jutted forward, touching Chad's face. Chad kissed it tenderly, licking the glans, making his way down the veiny shaft. He used his hand to stroke it lightly as his mouth traveled to the man's powerful gonads. He teased his Master's scrotum with his mouth, sucking on the weighty balls while he continued to stroke the shaft, milking it. "Oh fuck, Chad! Work my cock, you hungry whore!" Mr. X continued to rub Chad's head and neck.

Chad moved eagerly back to the glans and wrapped his full lips around it. He looked up at Mr. X, who nodded in approval. Chad sucked and swallowed as the erect cock slid against his tongue, descending back to his palate, striking his tonsils. Chad's nose was against Mr. X's pubic bone, pausing, sucking, savoring the man's cock. Chad had never felt so comfortable with any other cock. Mr. X's cock was like a missing puzzle piece that completed Chad.

Mr. X grabbed Chad's head and thrust his pelvis repeatedly into the stud's mouth. "Take my cock, you hungry bitch!" he yelled. Mr. X had longed to own Chad for years. He dreamed of the day that Chad would suck his enormous cock. The sexy Brit was overcome and quickly shot his load into the slave's throat.

Warm jets of cum overwhelmed Chad, but he recalled Mr. X's instructions about the importance of swallowing. Chad slurped and devoured the seed, "Mmmmm." He kept his mouth engaged with the Master's cock. Chad wasn't typically a swallower, not in his former life anyway. The cum tasted surprisingly good, slightly salty and metallic. Chad efficiently ingested it, letting the seed swim in his stomach.

"You did well, Chad," Mr. X observed. "You remembered that a faggot always swallows his Master's cum." Chad wasn't sure he liked being called a faggot. Somehow, Mr. X could call him anything, and it sounded like music to Chad's ears.

Mr. X pulled Chad up off his knees and kissed him gently on his lips. Chad blushed at the gentle gesture. He tugged on Chad's cock-cage, feeling the wet precum leaking steadily from the boy. He swatted Chad's bottom playfully and said, "You better sit down and get belted in; we will be landing in a few minutes. I want my newest trophy to be safe and secure. I couldn't bear the thought of anything bad happening to my newest acquisition." Was Chad just a thing to Mr. X? Chad was disappointed by that thought, hoping for some more meaningful relationship than an object and trophy.

The entourage, including Max, Mr. X's right-hand man, clapped, hooted, and hollered at Chad's performance. Chad blushed and flashed his trademark sly grin as he complied with Mr. X's directive and got himself ready for landing.

Chad peered out the window as the chopper approached the tropical island. He could see a few naked men on the beach: swimming, sunbathing, and playing volleyball. There was a huge mansion with expansive grounds. He spied an Olympic-sized pool, at least 2 other smaller pools, a lazy river, a tennis court, and a 9-hole golf course with a driving range. Chad thought the manpower and staff to maintain this setup must be insane. The place looked heavenly to Chad.

Mr. X and his company landed shortly, and his staff was there to greet him. "I trust everything went as expected, Sir," a man addressed him. This man was dark-skinned, with a creole accent. He dressed casually: buttoned-down short sleeve shirt, dress shorts, and slip-on cushioned shoes.

"Yes, Jean-Pierre, all went well," Mr. X replied. "As you will see, my objective of acquiring Mr. Sundberg was successful."

Jean-Pierre admired the naked trophy boy standing idly behind the Master. "I see that, Sir. Congratulations! What are my orders?" he asked.

"Please give Mr. Sundberg a brief tour of the grounds and then escort him to his suite. I'm sure he will need to freshen up and rest for a bit," Mr. X instructed his servant.

"Mr. Sundberg," the Master addressed Chad. "I know that your pussy will yearn incredibly for my cock. The desire will be intense, unlike anything you have ever experienced," The man spoke. "I will make haste soon to quench that desire. My only request for you is to ensure your pussy is clean."

"Yes, Sir," Chad replied. "I understand perfectly." Chad's pharmacy background exposed him plenty to enemas. He knew Mr. X wanted him to cleanse his rectum with one. Chad wished the man would take him right then. His cunt was twitching and needed his Master's cock.

"Good then," Mr. X said. "You will have all of the necessary supplies at your disposal." He leaned in and kissed Chad on his forehead. He could see the longing in Chad's eyes and knew the trophy slave wanted more. Mr. X would keep that longing burning for now. "See you soon," he whispered in Chad's ear.

"Come with me, Mr. Sundberg," Jean-Pierre said. The staff was there to serve all of Mr. X's trophies. Mr. X insisted that his team show the slaves respect at all times. "I hope you love your new home. It's beautiful here," Jean-Pierre boasted.

Chad followed the man as the tour began. "Let's start by showing you one of the beaches, and then we will work our way inward toward the mansion compound." They walked a short distance to a sandy-white beach. Jean-Pierre pointed out some buoys in the distant water. "I know you enjoy snorkeling. Just ensure you stay within those boundaries. With your cuffs and collars, you don't want to experience what will happen to you if you go beyond the markers," the man warned. "It would be deadly. We don't want to lose you. Mr. X would be devastated should anything happen to you." Chad was incredulous to hear the information from the host. Jean-Pierre continued, "All of Master's trophies are cherished possessions."

There were several 'trophy' men on the beach. Chad recognized some of them, all of them gorgeous. Two men approached Chad and Jean-Pierre, and one spoke, "Hello, Jean-Pierre, who is this?"

"Hello, Michael," Jean-Pierre answered. "This is Chad Sundberg. He is the Master's newest addition."

"That means the Master is back," Michael responded. "Maybe I can seek him out and get plowed," he sighed in exasperation.

"Now, Michael," Jean-Pierre replied. "You know the Master will come to you when it is your turn for activity."

"I know," Michael said defeatedly. "But it never hurts to put myself on display for him."

Another of the young men interrupted, chiming in, "I know you, Chad! I'm Alex Shawn. You and I collaborated on Instagram. I modeled some of your underwear on my page." Alex shook Chad's hand warmly. "I think Mike has sported your brand as well. Mike and I are long-time buds." Chad recognized both the boys from Instagram.

Michael Johnson had a considerable following as quite the influencer. Chad couldn't help but scope out their meaty buttocks. They were just the type of boys he loved to fuck. They were very buff and muscular. His cock swelled in the cage uncomfortably. "It's good to meet you both in person," Chad smiled and greeted them enthusiastically.

Chad spied Michael and Alex's impressive cocks, which were free and uncaged in contrast to his. Chad imagined if he was free, he would plunder their boy pussies, one after the other. He remembered they were both straight from their social media activities. Michael even had a wife and a young child at home. He wondered how the boys processed their new role in life with Mr. X. Chad hoped to have an opportunity to ask them soon. Despite their straightness, Michael and Alex seemed content to be on the island. Chad was amazed that they seemingly had adapted to their lives as trophy boys to Mr. X.

"We will catch you later, Chad. Good to meet you in person," Alex and Michael said. The men ran off to frolic and play with the other trophy boys.

Jean-Pierre suggested to Chad, "Let us continue the tour." Chad followed the guide as he pointed out various amenities of the resort. "Do you have any questions, Mr. Sundberg?" Jean-Pierre asked as they viewed the island retreat.

"Actually, I do," Chad replied. "It's about the other trophy boys, Michael and Alex. Why were they uncaged?"

The man chucked in his thick accent. "Are you already frustrated? You haven't been locked up in chastity very long at all," Jean-Pierre observed.

"I just wondered why? Why am I locked up?" Chad continued. "I haven't done anything to deserve punishment."

"Well, Mr. Sundberg, I can offer my opinion," Jean-Pierre offered. "But you must take it up with the Master if you want to know for certain. Those boys are straight as arrows and love to fuck women. The Master is not concerned that they will fuck his other trophies. On the other hand, you are a gay man with a penchant for boy pussy. You leered at them quite obviously." Chad blushed as Jean-Pierre spoke; he thought he was subtle when scoping out Michael and Alex. Jean-Pierre continued, "I'm sure the Master astutely knew he needed to geld you for your own good. Your cock will get the better of you with these other boys around. You must understand that only the Master fucks his trophy boys. No one else gets to fuck his trophies."

Chad was disheartened by Jean-Pierre's words. It was true that he hoped he would fuck one or more of the sexy boys here on this island paradise. 'Maybe I can convince Mr. X to remove this cage and have some fun with the other boys,' Chad thought. 'Mr. X can't possibly keep up with all these boys.'

It was as though Jean-Pierre was reading Chad's mind when he interrupted his thoughts and said, "Remember, Mr. Sundberg, your purpose here is to get fucked, by Mr. X. Your days of fucking hot, young boys are over."

That thought struck Chad hard, and he was saddened to think he would never fuck again. At the same time, his own pussy was itching to be scratched. He wanted to get fucked again by his Master. "Am I going to see Mr. X again today? I really need to visit him. It's vitally important," Chad pleaded.

Jean-Pierre reassured him, "You will, Mr. Sundberg. I understand your predicament, as does the Master." He smiled knowingly at Chad. "In fact, I will cut this tour short and take you to your suite."

Chad was escorted to his suite, which was spacious and resplendent. It consisted of two large bedrooms, a modern kitchen, a full bathroom with a walk-in shower and whirlpool tub, and a living room with a small loft above. Chad was in awe. 'This is better than my apartment at home in Detroit,' he thought.

One of the bedrooms was a fitness room with a treadmill, exercise bike, and various free weights. "Don't worry, Mr. Sundberg," Jean-Pierre said as he showed Chad the exercise room. "We have four on-site fitness centers to your avail," Jean-Pierre said as though Chad was disappointed.

"Oh, I'm not disappointed," Chad responded. "This is very posh!" He flashed his sly grin at Jean-Pierre.

"I'm glad you approve, Mr. Sundberg," Jean-Pierre said. "I should leave you to rest and refreshen. The kitchen is well-stocked and will be checked by housekeeping daily. If there is anything you need, use the call system at your disposal. Is there anything you need immediately?"

"No, thank you," Chad replied. "Just one question. Am I ever allowed to wear underwear or swimwear, even skimpy types? I am kind of an underwear aficionado. I design and sell underwear and swimwear," Chad crowed.

"You will have to address that with Mr. X," Jean-Pierre answered. "My experience is that the trophy boys here are naked unless there is a special occasion."

Chad seemed disappointed to hear that response. Jean-Pierre could read Chad's disappointment. "Don't be discouraged, Mr. Sundberg," Jean-Pierre said. "From what I can see, you belong on display for all of us to admire." He smiled at Chad. "Enjoy your new home," he said as he departed from Chad.

Chad was alone since the first time of his enslavement. He was consumed by the overwhelming desire to be fucked by Mr. X. Chad couldn't help but think it was the serum, especially since the 'straight boy' Michael desired Mr. X too. Chad hopped in the shower, hoping to distract himself from his mysterious new Master.

As the cold water poured over Chad's muscular body, the stud found his efforts were in vain. His cock throbbed painfully in its cage. His pussy ached to be fucked. Chad took his index finger and inserted it inside his rectum to try and fill the missing void. Chad rocked his digit in and out, massaging the cavity. Nothing Chad did filled him the way that Mr. X could. He grabbed his caged cock, mourning the loss of his freedom to fuck any hot guy he wanted. Frustrated, he crouched down on the shower floor, crying in defeat, "Fuck!!!"

"Are you okay?" a voice startled Chad. Chad looked up to see the sexy stud Mike standing over him just outside the walk-in shower.

Chad stood up in a hurry turning off the water. "Yeah," he quickly replied. He was scanning around the bathroom. "Could you hand me a towel?" he asked Mike.

"There are no towels here," Mike laughed. "Mr. X might think you'd use one as a forbidden garment. There is an air dryer on the wall if you want to use that. Otherwise, you can sun dry on the terrace." Mike enjoyed filling Chad in on the new island ways, the ways of the trophy boys.

Chad couldn't help but admire Mike's perfect body. He was such a flawless specimen, Chad thought. Chad's cock swelled in his cage. If Mike were gay, he would surely be putty in Chad's palms.

Chad's silence was interrupted by Mike. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," Mike said. "I was knocking, and you didn't hear me. Your door was open, so I let myself in. I wanted to check in on the new guy. I know it can be hard at first. We all went through this, Chad," Mike told him. "I just want you to know you are not alone. I will be here for you. I promise."

Chad exited the shower naked and wet. "You didn't startle me. Is it okay if we sit on the terrace for a few minutes? I would appreciate a chat."

"Sure thing," Mike answered.

They exchanged words as the men sat in the warm sun, looking at the gorgeous scenery. "I am glad to see you again," Chad said. "I was hoping to ask you some things."

"I am all ears, Chad," Mike responded. "What would you like to know?"

Chad began, "I recall that you are straight. I remember clearly from your Instagram page that you have a wife and a young child. It must be difficult to have left them behind. How are you dealing with that?"

Mike looked toward the open ocean and said, "I miss them terribly and hope to see them again someday." He paused for a moment. "It was especially difficult the first couple of years. As time goes by, I worry that I will forget them more and more. I have missed important points in my daughter's life. I wouldn't even recognize her today. I last saw her when she was 18 months old. She is now just over 5 years old."

Chad listened silently to Mike's story. It was painful to hear him speak of it. "Oh man, Mike," he said. "I am so sorry. I would be so fucking angry if I were you."

"Trust me, Chad," Mike said. "I was angry for a very long time! I have been through all the stages of grief. But I have been at acceptance for quite a while now."

"Why is it that you seem eager to want to be with Mr. X? I would hate him for destroying my life if I were you," Chad said. "Not to mention that you are a straight man. Mr. X told me the serum he gave me only unmasked my true feelings. The serum shouldn't make you gay."

"That serum altered me completely," Mike answered. "It's true that I'm straight. I don't desire men sexually. But there is something about Mr. X. He has this power over me now, and I'm not sure I will ever be able to live without him. If he offered me my freedom, I am uncertain what I would choose."

"But your wife and daughter?" Chad asked incredulously.

"I would want to see them for sure," Mike said. "But I'm sure they have moved on with their lives. I think I could gain enough satisfaction just knowing how they are doing. Knowing that they are safe, happy, and well. Ultimately, I would be happiest to stay here with Mr. X."

"I can't believe what you are telling me!" Chad replied. "And it still doesn't explain how you allow a man to fuck you when you are straight!"

"I don't think I can explain that," Mike answered. "Mr. X must be lying about the serum. It changed me forever." Mike smiled slyly at Chad.

"Well, don't you miss fucking pussy?" Chad asked.

"Fuck yes, I do!" Mike said. "I think about it all the time."

"Well, in that case," Chad said. "Why don't you fuck mine? I could really use some dick about now. It's almost painful."

"I recall those early days, Chad," Mike said. "You need Mr. X something fierce. Don't you?"

"That is true!" Chad said. "But you are not a bad substitute, Mike." Chad stood and flashed his round muscular buttocks at Mike. "Have you really never fucked a guy before?" Chad asked him.

"No, I haven't," Mike smiled. "I enjoy getting pounded hard by Mr. X. But I am not attracted to other guys. I can appreciate that you're a good-looking guy, Chad. You just don't push my buttons, not like he does. Hell, I'm not even sure my wife would be able to measure up to him anymore."

"That is a damn shame, Michael," Chad lamented. "You are too sexy to waste your sexual prime in celibacy on this island. And your delicious cock deserves to fuck all the pussy it wants." Chad was eyeing Mike's circumcised member carefully. Chad figured Mike easily packed 8 inches when fully erect. "Maybe you wouldn't object to a blow job? You do know that men are better at women when it comes to giving head?"