They didn't make any kind of jokes, or pull me aside to say anything in private, they just kept things completely professional. They acted as though nothing had ever happened. I still saw Simmons and Keith almost daily at the office. And I didn't really want to go to Simmons, Charles, and Keith to beg them for another day like we had had just because I didn't want to give them any kind of pleasure at knowing that they held even more power over me than they thought.
The last thing I wanted was for my name to show in the newspaper as some serial killer's victim detailing how I was lured in looking for gay sex. And while there were certainly websites where I could find someone that was into what I wanted I knew that there could also be some psychos out there. I had tried to drive to one but lost my nerve before I could even park my car. A club was too public and I was afraid that someone might recognize me. But for as much as I was getting into the idea of being a gay fucktoy I was too scared at the prospect of going and trying to hook up with an anonymous stranger on the Internet or at a bar or club.
I bought a dildo and would practice blowjobs, then toy my ass while I jerked off, pretending it was the real thing. Not only that but I had started getting into gay porn and stories that I found on the Internet. What those three didn't know was that I kept one of those pictures and I was jacking off to it almost nightly. Take care, my little slut." He was right, these were the ultimate blackmail tool, but it wasn't like I really needed any convincing for me to want to do this again.
As you can see the camera clearly caught your face but you can't tell from the picture who the dick up your ass or the one in your mouth belongs to. He included a note that read, "Just a few keepsakes to remind you of our special day together. They showed me, down on all fours, wide eyed and a little dazed with Simmons' dick ripping my ass open while my old friend Keith fed me his cock. Simmons had sent me a few copies of the pictures that Charles had taken. There had been no real contact from any of them except for a reminder I got in the mail a few days after. Two weeks had passed since my eye opening day spent with the three men who used and abused me to turn me into their gay bitch.
Feel free to read those first, and don't forget to vote and leave some feedback. This story picks up where the "Sensitivity Training" stories left off, with the same character as narrator.