A gay story: From Homophobe to Homo Ch. 19 Fags are disgusting and Connor hates them all! There is no doubt in his mind. But when this raging homophobe finds himself forced to move in with another hunky mechanic, he has no idea that he is about to slowly, but surely, become what he despises the most!
This is a pure work of fiction.
This story does not reflect the views of its author. I do not endorse the actions depicted in this story in real life. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy!
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FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO
Chapter 19: VIP access
As per Robbie’s instructions, I had to watch some videos that he would send me to have inspiration for our future content. But even though I was required to watch porn, I still had to refrain from jerking off.
This was the rule.
Weird how my brain was working now: I had to stop myself from wanking off to gay porn! Can you believe it?
One of the videos featured Carlos being worshiped by one of his “fans”, a black dude, probably in his forties. The poor guy ended up getting fucked in the ass senselessly by Carlos’ humongous Latino cock.
Ouch.
Another video featured a bukkake where a blond girl was blowing the dicks of nearly fifty men in a warehouse. The slut was unrecognizable after more than three hours of taking facials after facials. It was raunchy as fuck. One of the rare straight porn included in Robbie’s selection.
There was definitely a time when I would have pictured myself as one of the guys emptying his balls on that cunt. But at this point, when I was closing my eyes, I was seeing me as the girl in that scenario.
It was torture not to cum watching that but I resisted, sucking on my own XXL dildo to focus on something else, rather than my raging throbbing dick, just like Robbie had taught me.
I fell asleep on my hard-on.
My underwear was wet with precum when I woke up. Robbie pointed it out to me when I gave him his “good-morning-blowjob”, it was the little name we had come up with for the first deepthroat of the day.
I apologized but swore to him I had stroked myself. He could tell by how eager I was to suck his fat cock.
The couple of days which followed were not much different.
We were working at the garage so I had to suck Robbie’s dick only three times a day, instead of the usual five sessions when we were off.
The Chief was tracking our movements at work — he was suspecting something for sure -, so we had to be careful.
Yet, around lunch time, Robbie always needed to blow some fat loads and it was like he would no longer, under any circumstances, stroke his dick by himself.
He just did not see the point anymore. He had me on retainer.
I had to join him in one of the stalls.
“At least, this way, I don’t have to deal with my cum AT ALL. You wank my cock off, using my precum as lube, and then you swallow everything that comes out of my piss-slit. That’s the perfect system.”
I was being a good bro there, and Robbie was very complimentary about that.
Besides, after three days without cumming, I was blowing his dick like I had never had before. Robbie was over the moon.
“Fuck, it’s just like I told you, see! You’re more eager than before.” He said as I was slurping on his juicy monster cock.
I felt it too.
Because I could not nut myself and I would not touch my cock — which was almost constantly hard -, I was in a state of horniness that I had never felt in my life. It was like I needed to compensate my own frustration by helping Robbie to get off.
My roommate was always happy to entertain that idea.
“If you make my dick nut, is not it just like you would have jizzed yourself?”
“I don’t know, Rob, it’s tough. I think I’m gonna have to cum soon.” I said, stroking his dick furiously.
I could feel his big veins pulsating under my fist, barely closed around his very thick shaft.
“Bro, we had a deal, a one-week trial period. And look how you go at it; You’ve never been that good!”
“Fuck, Rob… I know… But…”
“You really know your way around my cock now, and you can’t say that Robbie Junior is not returning the favour. Fuck, bro, I feed you so much nutritious alpha juice every day, you should be the one showing some gratitude. You said it yourself; My spunk is so much tastier than yours!”
“Rob…”
“You love my cum. Don’t you deny it!”
“I do…”
I think it was the first time I was admitting that I was actually “loving” his sperm.
We were not even filming. It was just part of the… well… I cannot really say it was part of my training because I was sufficiently trained, it had just become our routine.
If Robbie needed to nut, I was there to service him. And that was it.
“I’m aware this must be tough, man. I mean, I cum from three to five times a day and it’s not even enough for me.” Robbie laughed.
We had just had dinner. We were back at the apartment.
I was bobbing up and down his cock so I could not really say anything back. Quite the mouthful, you know.
“But you’re a strong guy, you can do it. Let just say this is your small sacrifice for being allowed to taste my milk every single day.”
I swallowed his entire shaft. I got teary eyes.
Robbie pushed his hands against the back of my head to force me down. I was used to it. His nearly ten inches of meat buried deep in my throat had become somewhat natural.
It made me feel complete.
“I cannot believe that I even pay you to be part of those videos. You crave my juice so fucking much. You should be the one paying me!”
Should I have pushed back on that? It was the deal, right?
I needed to get paid for my participation in the videos! What was the point otherwise? I could not be doing that just because I wanted too. What would that make of me?
A faggot.
But again, I had my mouth full and Robbie started cumming right at that moment. I lost track of what was happening and I swallowed the thick and warm cum pouring down my throat.
Fuck, it was delicious indeed!
My own cock was begging for some release. I was about to snap.
“Now go to bed. And no wanking! Is that clear?” Robbie told me severely. “I have to check something but I think I have found a good incentive for you to keep going.”
“Please, I…”
He gave me a stern look.
“I don’t want to see your hands anywhere near your wiener.”
I stopped pushing back. Robbie would not back down.
“Ok…”
“Good boy.” He patted my hair. “I sent you a couple more videos to clear your mind off before going to bed.”
“Thanks.”
I was numb, the strong taste of his juice was still filling my mouth. I think I liked it because I did not brush my teeth and went straight to my room.
I was surprised by Robbie’s content selection that night.
He had forwarded me a bunch of solo videos of guys fingering their asshole or shoving a dildo — sometimes, huge ones, – deep up their asses.
None of them attempted to perform a blowjob, worse, none of them even jizzed! They just fucked themselves for the entire length of each clip.
One of the dudes, hairy, masculine, muscular but with a dad bod, was wearing a chastity cage. His flaccid dick was trapped in a golden cage!
He was impaling himself on a XXL dildo, very similar to the one sitting on my bed side table. His hairy sweaty hole was wrecked by the huge thing, but the guy was moaning like it was the best sex he ever had in his life.
It was a total freak show.
Despite it all, my cock just kept on leaking in my boxer briefs watching this.
I was scared that Robbie would notice. Maybe it would be the proof that I was respecting my promise not to jerk off if he saw how much precum I was leaking.
More often that not, Robbie’s reactions were unpredictable.
For the life of me, I was terrified of disappointing my roommate. There was just something within me that I could not explain… It was like all I had ever wanted was to please him.
But my best efforts were not enough. I knew I was about to crack. My balls were overflowing with sperm.
My brain was filled with one thought, and one thought only:
I — HAD — TO — CUM.
I resisted one more night but I started to think about a way to blow some loads without Robbie knowing. One way or another, I would have to cum the next day.
It had become a life-or-death situation.
At the exact moment I was considering to go to the garage’s bathroom for a quick (but so needed) release, Robbie came up behind me. He grabbed my ass.
Crazy fucker! What if anyone saw us?
“Hey my little slut.” He spoke.
“Rob, please, not at work!”
“Sorry, I’m just excited, I just had the confirmation that the idea I’ve had in mind for a couple of days could actually work!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ll tell you everything when we’re back home. I have a BIG surprise for you. And I’m not even talking about this one.” He winked at me while grabbing his crotch.
His smile seemed so genuine that I thought it would be an actual good news.
I could already see him letting me cum right after our usual stroking / sucking sessions. What a release that would be!
How naïve was I… After all this time.
Robbie left work two hours early and I would have to join him at the apartment later. At this point, I had a clear window where I could have (finally!) masturbated, but because he seemed so excited, I thought I should not disappoint him.
I could wait a few hours more, at least until I found out about the “big surprise”. Then, I would make up my mind.
I remembered that Robbie had mentioned an “incentive” to keep me going, I wondered what that could be.
I even got the weird idea that a girl might be waiting for me at the apartment. What a strange thought. I had not pondered about pussies for weeks. My cock relentlessly leaked in my jockstraps.
No girl was waiting for me, though.
Only Robbie. And his smirk.
He was wearing a pair of jeans but he was barefoot and shirtless otherwise. He looked positively hot.
Something had changed in the apartment but I could not pin-point what it was exactly. I just had this feeling. Maybe some furniture had been slightly moved around or something.
“Welcome home, bitch.” Robbie told me.
It was not too surprising he would greet me that way but something in his tone sounded different.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Take off your clothes and I’ll tell you.”
Not too sure why, I obeyed.
As the hold that Robbie had on me was growing stronger, it was more and more difficult to refuse him anything.
I stripped quickly; I was of course wearing my jockstrap. Oliver definitely had noticed it at work. I did not care that much anymore.
My cock was hard and dripping, as usual. I was dying for a release.
Robbie unzipped his fly to reveal his dick to me. He was sporting a semi. He let it hang there.
Instinctively, I knelt down and crawled towards it.
We did not exchange much words. I went to suck his cock, – him flaunting his junks to me was a good signal enough -, and he fucked my face like any other time.
Except that Robbie seemed even rougher than usual.
He was very verbal and somehow, he was acting like he was in full representation while we not filming.
He was flexing his muscles, even going as far as licking his own biceps, he was slapping my ass hard, and when he went down to eat my hole, – something he would do maybe one out of two times -, he seemed even eager than usual.
“Damn, that’s a nice smooth peach you got here, girl. Fuck yeah. You like that, eh? Feeling my tongue deep in your insides?”
“Yeah… Fuck yeah… I love it.”
I was ashamed but I could not help myself.
Every time he would go down on there, I was feeling stuff that I could not explain. Slowly, the pleasure was replacing the shame.
“You’d love to feel my big hard cock in there too…”
I did not say anything.
He grabbed my waist and rubbed his meat like a hot dog between my ass crack. My heart was racing.
That position seemed to push him to the edge. He came on my ass when he was done. That was fairly unusual. I felt his spunk dripping down my hole.
I had shivers in my spine.
Fuck, my jockstrap was wet with precum. The rimming had felt so great.
I would not admit that to him, but I could not really lie to myself anymore: My hole was winking and twitching uncontrollably.
Robbie let go a few more droplets of cum on my forehead. And then, he said something that changed everything.
He grabbed my chin and with the biggest grin on his face, he told me:
“Smile to our audience, Connor. You’ve done a great job.”
What was he talking about? I looked around. There was no one of course.
“Above you.” He specified.
I guessed I saw it without truly noticing it when I came in. A few white cables against the wall and on the ceiling, two white boxes which I could now identified as security cameras.
There was also one strapped against the fridge.
“What… What is this?” I mumbled, the cum sliding from my forehead to my cheek.
“VIP ACCESS!” He exclaimed proudly.
Saying that I was caught off guards would be an understatement.
“Robbie, what the actual hell!?”
“We’re live! I’ve been setting the website up and earlier today; two guys came here to install the cameras. 12 cameras in total: living room, kitchen, your room and the bathroom. We’re on live stream 24/7. Surprise!”
I was stunned.
This could not be real!
“You mean… That… People are watching us… Right now!?”
“Yeah! And I have already told them about your resolution not to cum anymore. They’re here to make sure you don’t slip up!”
“What the fuck, Rob? This is not…”
He put his middle finger on my lips to shush me, this was very surprising since it meant that he would potentially come into contact with his own jizz.
How was he handling his spermatophobia now?
“Not here. Not in front of the fans.” He whispered. “Let’s go to my room.”
Only there I realized that his bedroom was the only place without cameras and mics in the entire apartment.
I exploded as soon as we were “alone”.
“Robbie! I did not sign to be part of a messed-up reality tv show! I don’t want fags to watch me all the time! How could you do something like that without talking to me first?”
Opposite to my frantic energy, Robbie was very calm.
He sat down on his bed, stark naked, like this was no big deal.
“Relax, this would have ruined the whole surprise if I had told you about it. And this is the future, dude. This is the ultimate experience. Why do a couple hours for of livestream when you can just make money 24/7? We’re just living our lives and the bucks are pouring into our wallets.”
“Rob, they can see everything! We don’t have any intimacy… at all!”
“Only a few subscribers can watch this. VIP access is not cheap, my friend. The few people who have already subscribed are ready to spend thousands on us and they are reliable dudes.”
“Who has this kind of money?”
“Soon, the two of us will! This is perfect, dude. You wanted less people to access the content, well, now, we have only high payers watching, meaning a dozen of guys at most, and we are making even more money! Even Carlos is jealous of this idea!”
“But what do they expect us to do exactly? They will notice that we… I mean, that we are actually straight and bros.”
“Connor, you were already all over my dick pretty much day and night, the only difference is that we’ll no longer have to think about setting up the cameras and editing the videos, we’re just living our lives and getting paid like crazy. No need to fill up condoms, no need to sell dirty socks or underwear. We can quit our jobs, finally! Leave the garage for good.”
Damn it. That was making sense.
I sat down next to him. I was lost.
“That’s crazy.”
“I know, right? I am a genius!”
“So, I will get paid. As much as you do?”
“Of course. Well, maybe not exactly as much, but I’ll give you a fair share, plus my dick and my cum to swallow every single day. Forget about being a mechanic, making 10$ an hour, and say hello to the millionaire’s lifestyle.”
I did not know if I was impressed or scared by my roommate.
“How did you set this all up?”
“I had an idea like that for quite some time but it came together only recently. You were telling me how difficult it was for you not to cum and I could tell that you were about to snap. I thought that it would be good if I could monitor you, to make sure that you would keep your word.”
“Monitoring me?”
“Sorry, dude, but it’s simply to give you an incentive to respect your promise. Having some accountability. You know how important it is for me. Anyway, I realized that setting livestream cameras which run 24/7 like surveillance cams is quite easy. First, I wanted to put a couple of them just in your bedroom for me to check, but then… boom! I figured, why not give our fans the access to this footage?!”
He was so proud of himself.
“This is the incentive you were telling me about then…” I replied, rather disappointed.
“We are going to spend even more time in here and I am going to let you go nuts on my nuts (he laughed at his own stupid pun), so I really do not want you to jizz. That would make things too weird. It’s even more important than before that you don’t wank your wiener.”
“Too weird?! Dude, people are going to spy on us 24/7!”
“Yeah… I guess we all have our limits and mine is to have you get a kick of sucking my dick and then emptying your balls in MY apartment. I’m sorry, bro, but if you were doing that, the deal would be off, I’d have to find another bitch, a more committed and obedient one. I bet you anything that tons of guys would be willing to pay a crazy rent just to be living with me and to serve me.”
I clenched my fist.
I knew that he was right and that was making me so mad.
Ultimately, I was scared shitless that Robbie would ever replace me.
“I’ll just have to think about this, Rob… This is going so far now.”
“Dude, you have already consented and committed to stop cumming. Did not you intend to respect your promise? I thought you only had one word!”
“Of course, I did! But I… I just did not think about guys… Like watching me… And it was supposed to be a one-week trial!”
“Yes, and there are still four days left.” He sighed. “As for people watching you, we are shooting dozens of videos per weeks and we already do livestreams, really, this will make no difference, except that there will be less guys seeing the footage.”
I did not know how to react, there was a lot of information to process.
I could not come up with any counter-argument but within me, I could tell that this was going further than I ever thought I could accept before.
Robbie would not let me slow down to consider my options though.
“Dude, it’s still my place anyway and I am dead serious about this idea. So, at this point, either you’re in, or you’re out and you’ll find another place to stay.” He finally stated. “Not that I want you to, I doubt I would ever find a better cock-sucker than you and we’re bros, but eh, business is business.”
“Fuck, Rob… Just give me a minute.”
“You’re in or you’re out, man.”
I took a deep breath.
My head was spinning.
I looked at his cock, now resting on his thigh. So beautiful.
“Ok, ok. I’m in.”
Rob gave me a kiss on my forehead. That was weird, he would do that sometimes.
“Good. Now you understand that it means that if you want to say anything out of character, we will have to have those conversations in this room. We cannot let the audience now that I am not really your Master.”
“I guess.”
He grabbed my chin.
He was so close to me, just like he was about to kiss me.
“No guessing, cunt. I’m telling you. Outside of this room, you are my bitch. Clear?”
My dick throbbed in my jockstrap, Robbie noticed it and grinned at me.
“Yeah… I mean… We have to do what we have to do for the clients.” I mumbled.
“Exactly.”
“And this is a one-week trial, I can stop at any point.”
Another kiss on my forehead.
“I bet you anything that you will be the one begging for our little reality-tv show to continue after the trial period.”
I did not say anything back, mainly because, deep down, I already knew that he was right.
I got up and put my hand on the knob to open his bedroom’s door but Robbie grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t you think it would be more fun if they saw you crawling as you’re coming out of my room? Just as a reminder of your place.”
I obliged immediately.
I felt my body kneeling down before my mind had time to process the thought.
Robbie was a gentleman, he opened the door for me, and soon enough I was on all fours in the kitchen, the fridge’s cam capturing my bare ass trapped in my jockstrap.
I arched myself to give the audience a good show.
What was I turning myself into?
Unsurprisingly, Robbie was very comfortable wandering around naked.
At first, I wondered how we could have normal conversations while we were being recorded and watched by perverts online, but then, I realized that my roommate did not intend to have any “normal conversation” anymore.
He was my dom and I was his bitch. That was it.
Not that it was changing much from the way we were interacting before. It had been weeks since my life had only revolved around his junks.
“Come on, faggot, clean up my feet.” Robbie ordered.
“Faggot”.
There was a time in my life where I was using this word to insult other guys.
I hated them. I judged them.
Queers.
Faggots.
Fairies.
Bitches.
Submen.
Worthless pervs.
I was beating them up. And look at me now…
I licked Robbie’s feet while he watched a movie. Since he got hard again, I sucked him off for a second time in less than an hour. Being watched definitely was making him hornier.
This time, I knew that cameras were filming.
I could now understand why Robbie poured his thick cum inside my throat while winking at something I could not see next to the TV. Another white box. Another camera.
“Smile for the cameras.” He exclaimed again once he was done.
I did it this time.
I turned around and made sloppy bubbles in my mouth.
“Good boy.”
I was a good boy indeed.
I showered in front of two cameras set up in the bathroom, – I bet the “fans” loved seeing my dick blatantly (and painfully) hard, and leaking on my abs, – and I went to bed in my room, where I was continuously monitored.
The heaviness and realness of my new situation fell upon me slowly.
If I were to just touch my cock slightly, Robbie would know immediately. Eyes were on me 24/7.
As often, he had been right, I did have a new incentive not to break my promise.
No matter how bad my dick wanted to erupt, I had to stay on track.
This was so weird… Why was I so horny though!?
I bet that my roommate was watching me from the other room. I wanted to jerk off very bad but I could not do that. So instead, I picked up my dildo and started slurping on it.
I looked right at the camera defiantly.
Whoever was watching, I wanted to provoke them.
I have no idea how I fell asleep that night, so many thoughts were going through my mind. But I eventually did, holding the XXL dildo in my hands, and as crazy as it may seem, very quickly, I forgot about the cameras.
In a way, the fact that we were being recorded 24/7 had given me the perfect excuse to lean into my “slutty-self” even more.
If Robbie or anyone were to question me, I could tell him I was doing it for the show, for our audience.
I had no reason to refrain from grabbing his crotch, licking his feet, worshipping his perfect hunky body or requesting a sloppy dirty rim job on my perfectly shaven hole.
Besides, Robbie had promised me 20K by the end of the month. Maybe my life was finally turning around? Maybe I had found my true calling!
The only, but very real, downside to our new habits was the injunction not to cum.
My blue balls were literally driving me insane.
Well… That was until Robbie read me a chat from someone watching the stream.
He was in full control of the website and I had never seen the actual comments from our viewers but sometimes, he would share their feedbacks with me. Always insightful input.
“See, someone has your back, that dude thinks I’m too harsh with you.”
Robbie read the comment out loud, smiling at me. “Not letting him cum in anyway is torture and frankly impossible to maintain on the long run. The Master should allow his bitch to cum the other way. That’s the descent thing to do.”
“I’m gonna be able to cum in a couple of days!” I commented to reassure this fan.
It was day five of the experiment.
Trust me, I was definitely counting the days!
I wondered if that guy was watching the stream as I spoke or if it was a comment posted earlier.
“Yeah, yeah… But I’m wondering if I’m not being too difficult with you.” Robbie remarked.
A glimpse of hope passed through me.
“Really?! You’d let me cum?!”
“Of course not!”
And just like that, the glimpse of hope was dead.
“A deal is a deal! I mean. Just like this guy said, I would let your cum, just not with your cock… I don’t want your dirty trashy sperm to leave your balls. I… I would let you cum but… The other way.”
“What do you mean?”
“The fag way.” He whispered.
Finally, it clicked.
I had watched enough videos of guys getting their ass pounded to know what he meant. Thinking of which, it was most of the content that Robbie was making me watch lately.
I got chills all over my body.
“Robbie…”
We had discussed that matters, times and times again. I had told him very clearly this was my limit. Sometimes, I had to remind him it was still a “no” while he was rubbing his fingers, mouth, or cock against my hole.
“You do whatever you want, Connor. I’m just giving you some feedbacks from the viewers. There are some people who said that having an orgasm through your prostate is much better than actually cumming. Lots of straight guys play with their ass, you know.”
“You would?!” I snapped back.
“Nah. Not my type… But you… I think you’d like it. But again, this is just something that could help. I don’t want you to do anything you would not actually enjoy or feel comfortable doing.”
As I was literally licking his balls while we were having this conversation, maybe I could have seen the irony there!
But I did not… I was in too deep.
And my hole was definitely responding to those words. It was almost itching.
Once Robbie had jizzed on my face, – I only stroked him, I did not even have to blow him that time, – I went back into my room.
He let me be.
Probably, he knew that the seeds were sufficiently planted. He would only have to harvest them.
I had been subconsciously thinking about it for weeks, maybe for months. I had seen so many holes get wrecked by that point. And I needed to cum.
SO FUCKING BAD.
What if I just tried it out, once?
Would that truly make me gay?
Had I not crossed that limit already?
The night which followed was the worst of all. I could not fall asleep. I had not nutted for nearly six days.
I was moving around. My ass was twitching. It was like my hole knew that he needed to get filled. I watched more videos of guys fucking themselves with dildos.
Why was I making things so hard for myself? It was only making things worse.
One guy was straight. He was getting “pegged” by his girlfriend. She had a huge dildo pounding his hole.
I had two in my room. I picked up the smaller one. Eight inches. Not that small… Quite thick actually.
That would hurt… Or maybe that would feel good.
I rubbed my fingers against my hole, just to get close to the feeling that I had when Robbie was licking my ass.
But it was not enough.
After my fingers, I rubbed the dildo between my ass crack.
I was doing it under the covers but I removed them quickly. I was afraid Robbie or the other viewers would think I was jerking off.
I was not! I was keeping my promise! In fact, I was doing everything not to stroke my dick!
I exposed myself, for everyone to see.
I spat on my fingers, and then on the dildo.
The rubbing became more intense. More slippery too. I lied down and spread my ass.
I moaned.
Fuck it, I could try it?!
I kept rubbing. I kept spitting. My hole kept on responding positively to the wet stimulation.
Who would have thought my first time getting a dildo up my ass would happen in front of multiple cameras?
I had the fleeting image of my dad at the farm passing through my mind, right before shoving the dildo in. And then, I felt it inside my hole.
Only a few inches but…
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm… God… Mmmmm…”
The relief. Finally.
I had never even fingered my ass but it was like I was born for this; my eager hole swallowed the dildo up and clenched around it.
In a matter of a few seconds, half of the sex toy was buried in my hole.
“Mmmm… Damn it…Yes….”
Suddenly, I felt like I had found my purpose.
Oh no…
I would never go back.
Was Robbie watching me? I hoped that he was! One thing was for sure, the viewers were enjoying their VIP access that night.
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Next week will be a BIG one, guys! Stay tuned!