Remy the cuntboy's blackmailed piggy transformation

[BonusHoleBoyToy]

Long time reader, first time writer on here! So here goes nothing 🙂  Yes I am actually trans and I speak for me + my fantasies. Other trans guys may feel differently so please don't assume we're all like this ❤️ 

 

Chapter 1

Remy wasn't new to the city, but he was new to having his very own apartment. It was a fairly modest efficiency with no frills or luxuries other than his balcony, but it was closer to downtown which he really liked. It was to become the faggy bachelor pad of his dreams. Although a little on the shy side, Remy loved to show off - on cam, on several fetish websites, hookup apps, you name it. He lived for the attention - loved showing off his boycunt and knowing that men everywhere were getting their rocks off watching him. Sometimes the men would try to meet him to get a taste of that cunt for themselves, but all too often, he would say no. He was more about the attention and particularly picky about just who he would allow to fuck him. That said, stoned popperbating had a way of melting down any reservations he had to the point that he found himself jacking off on his balcony. Being on the 3rd floor, he figured it was just high enough that no one would actually see him, but it would be thrilling to expose himself in such a way nonetheless.

And thus began his new nightly habit of going out on his balcony to smoke n stroke. At first he would look at porn on his phone and had a chair in front of him as sort of a small privacy screen. As time went on, he brought out his laptop as a better source of porn, connected his webcam to continue his love of showing off, huffing the poppers he hid under the fold of his still busty chest as he did so, legs spread wide without the chair in front to shield the view of his dripping wet cunt anymore. He'd moan quietly as people walked their dogs on the sidewalk, wondering if anyone would ever chance looking up at him stroking his cock like the exposed faggot he so desperately wanted to be. The deeper he got into his gooned out bate, the more he would seek out the filthiest, extreme, out there porn and erotica to edge to. Reading stories on breeding zone was one of his favorites as was the hypno porn that he hoped would brainwash him into the cumdump he wished he could be. 

Remy was having a blast with this relatively safe way to expose himself, but he found himself taking it a little further each time. When the sun came up in the wee hours of the morning, he would usually go back inside or cover up a bit in case someone did see him the light of day. Now he found himself continuing his bate anyway, sun out in its full splendor to shine a light on his drooling, gooned out bate face, legs spread wide, hairy cunt glistening with his wetness, light glinting off the metal of his piercings. I mean, it was still like 6AM, who would really be out there to see him anyway?

One day, he got a message on twitter that said, "Hey faggot. I know what you like to do on your balcony. Let me use that cunt." The message came from an account with some various retweets about breeding, raw is the law, DPO, and what appeared to be an intense level of smoking judging from the clouds in the single video the user had posted. It seemed a little weird and Remy chose not to respond. He figured they only knew about his balcony adventures from the stuff he posted online.

A few days went by and another message came through from the same person, "Hello again faggot. When are you going to let me use that cunt since you keep showing it off every morning? I thought you wanted to be a cumdump." Remy hesitated, going back and forth as to whether he should reply, block the guy, or once again leave him on read. He typed out a response and deleted it several times before finally settling on asking for pics. Perhaps it would be worthwhile if this guy was his type. 

"I thought you said you wanted to be a faggot cumdump. Why does it matter then what my cock looks like? You need to learn boy. You will meet me in the park across from your building at 9PM tonight. Don't worry about what I look like. I will find you." It was starting to get creepy so Remy blocked the account. Who the fuck was that and who do they think they are? He laughed and went about his day. That fool thought he could have power of him, but not today! Or so he thought.... At 6PM that night, a message came through from another account, "I know you think you're cute trying to block me, but you can't get rid of me that easily. Here's your fucking pic. Meet me at 9PM tonight." 

Remy opened the message and his heart started racing instantly. It was a photo of him jacking off on his balcony - only it wasn't a photo that he had taken, it was clearly taken from someone who was looking up at him from the street! How in the hell.... He did lose track sometimes, but couldn't recall seeing someone just staring up at him at any point during any of his bates and he definitely didn't see anyone that appeared to be taking pictures. What was he going to do? Block him again and hope for the best? Although it scared Remy to know that someone has been watching him closely, he also found himself immensely horny. He could not deny his dripping wet cunt or the way his cock twitched at the thought that someone has been watching him expose himself! 

He messaged the guy back and quickly received a response, "Good boy. Here are your instructions and I expect them to be followed to the letter. You need to wear loose clothing to be slipped off easily, a jock strap, bring your poppers, and sit in this alcove behind these trees. When I approach, you are to look down and DO NOT make eye contact, understood? You'll know it's me when I call out to you." Simple enough, now the excitement began to build as Remy went about getting himself ready for this meeting. He was smoking a bowl and getting ready to leave when another message came through, "By the way, don't even think about standing me up or looking at my face." Another photo was included, it was of him walking down the street dressed in his work clothes. Holy shit... It wasn't on the same block as his job but now he began to worry. Does this person know where he works too!?! He wasn't sure and he didn't want to find out, only 10 minutes left until meeting time. 

He bustled out the door, super baked, wearing a jock under his loose basketball shorts, sleeveless shirt, and a hat, poppers in his pocket. It didn't take him long to find the alcove and he waited by a tree. "Hey faggot. You know the drill." He was here! He looked down and adjusted his hat too so that he couldn't see the person's face as instructed. His heart was racing, but his cunt was pulsing with heat and hunger too. The man placed a hand on his back and began guiding him deeper into the alcove of trees until he reached a tree stump. "Now bend over, pull those shorts down, and let me see that cunt." He did as instructed and before he could even get comfortable, felt the head of a cock start to tease along his dripping wet slit, dipping down to rub up against the hard nub of his pierced little dicklet. A moan escaped his lips before he even fully registered what was going on. Without even thinking, he pulled the bottle of poppers out of his pocket and took a long deep huff. Mmmm. Fuck! "Good boy"

The cock plunged right into his cunt without warning and Remy had to put a hand over his mouth to keep from moaning too loudly. As the man started to fuck him, he saw a flash and heard the click of a photo being taken. The light remained on and he realized that a video was being taken! The cock felt so fucking good as it plunged deep inside him. He huffed some more poppers when all of a sudden, his hole was empty, begging to be filled back up again, wanting and so very hungry.... "Please fuck me some more!"

The man chuckled. "You really are a cock hungry faggot, aren't you? Now say it for the camera." But Remy hesitated even as his cock threatened to override his sensibilities. "Say it right now or I'm going home to leave you like this." Another hit of poppers, his cheeks were flushed red as he stammered out, "I... I am a cock hungry faggot!" The cock plunged back inside him hard and deep! "Good boy, keep huffing faggot" Before too long, the man grabbed his hips and began to pound him harder, grunting as he deposited his load deep inside him, causing Remy to cum hard at the same time. 

The man pulled his cock out of him and grabbed his hair to turn him around, shoving the cock in his mouth before Remy even had the chance to protest. "Good boy. You're going to learn that it's good to listen to me and very bad not to. You will clean my cock off like this every time I fuck you, and you will make yourself available anytime I ask. I'm going to leave then you're going to wait 5 minutes before you do the same. Remember, no peeking at my face or else."  

Remy pulled his shorts back up as the load dribbled out of his cunt to soak his jock, waited 5 minutes, then went home. That was fucking hot and not so bad after all, but he was a little worried about the command to make himself available whenever asked. He still wasn't sure if that guy actually knew where he worked or just saw him on his commute.... And he didn't want to find out. Nonetheless, he still found himself so horny thinking about it after he got home that he once again sat out on the balcony, using the man's cum as lube as he stroked himself to another intense orgasm. Fuckkkk. He had no idea who that was or what they looked like. It both scared him and aroused him all at once. 

 

(More to cum 😉 Hope this is a good start!)

[Nkdnudist]

A great with more to cum 👃

[boy4you]

Great start. 

[Tanbbottom]

Exhibitionists, be careful what you hope for. 

Nice start. 

[bjbottom]

What a great start.  Well written.   Please continue this story and keep it cumming!   I love where this could go!   Blackmailed to be a pig whore, the star of pay per view bareback website (where he is paid in cock and cum), gangbanged by all the guys he teased, turned into a chem cunt-boy pimped out to the highest bidders.   So many different directions this story could go.   

[Guest]

Yes, great start. Will look for more. 

[onlyraw]

Great first chapter !!

looking forward to the next installment…. Can’t wait to see where you go with this and just how much of a whore our hero is going to become 

[HunkeBBBotm]

Looking forward to the second installment of your hot story. Great job. 

[BonusHoleBoyToy]

Chapter 2

It had been a few weeks now since the encounter with the man from Twitter who had photos of Remy on his balcony. It hadn't completely slipped from his mind yet, but he began to think that just maybe he was in the clear. Perhaps he lucked out and the man lost interest in him. Although he still occasionally got off thinking about it, it also left him unsettled wondering how much more the man knew and how much further he'd try to push his limits. Public sex was one of those things that he liked to think about, but not actually try to do. Yet all it took was a few photos and a firm yet gentle push to get him poppered up, begging to be fucked, in a park. 

Remy was at a professional happy hour listening to a colleague drone on and on about his success in a recent project, downing his 3rd drink in an attempt to be peppy and sociable. He'd much rather be anywhere but here, but there were a few places in particular that came to his mind, like being on his back with his legs in the air getting pounded. Excusing himself to the bathroom, he ducked into a stall and began perusing Grindr as he sat to piss. There were a few guys close enough to possibly be in the same bar, but none with identifiable pics. Tipsiness lead to being bold enough to tap a guy who boasted a thick 9 inch BBC in his profile. Remy froze as he heard the tap noise go off in the other side of the bathroom at the urinals. He just about dropped his phone in the toilet when a return message hit his phone, triggering a notification noise to alert the man at the urinal to his presence. His pulse quickened and he tried to take a deep breath, wondering what would happen next. Another message came through which he now dared to read along with the first, "hey boy you ready to leave this place and come home with me? why wait, I know you're in there let's do this now."

The man knocked at the stall door, "Let me in boy. I know all about you from your friend in the park. Best not to disappoint him, believe me." The latch clicked and the stall door slowly slid open. Remy had pulled his pants back up and stood in front of the toilet, unsure what else to do but let him in. "Good boy, now how about you show me those bomb ass head skills I keep hearing about?" The man smiled and grasped the base of the thick monster growing in his dress pants. Remy attempted to look up at his face to see if it was someone he knew or not, and was met with a hard slap to the cheek. "Don't you worry your little head about who I am. I'm sure you can convince me to keep it between us, right? Well, between you, me, and the camera at least." He chuckled deep and rumbling, grabbing Remy by the hair and pushing him down on his knees to hold his face right in front of his phone's camera.

"Look into the camera and repeat after me, I like to look for dick on Grindr when I'm supposed to be working."

"I like to.... I like to look for dick on Grindr when I'm supposed to be working." Remy's alcohol flushed rosy cheeks turned a shade darker. 

"I love getting fucked on company time even more, and I want you to give the viewers your hours faggot."

"I loooveee getting fucked on company time even more, Monday through Friday from 9AM to 6PM." He squirmed, fighting the urge to look up and see who was filming him. 

"Now give them your phone number faggot"

"Wait, what?! No!"

2 more hard slaps to Remy's cheeks, "Give them your number faggot before I record you getting pissed on too."

"814-408-5482"

"Good boy! Now open wide." The man pulled his cock from his pants and shoved it into Remy's open mouth, proceeding to facefuck him for a few minutes before he stopped recording it. He savored the taste of the veiny uncut cock in his mouth, in spite of all the voices in his head screaming at him to stop, screaming at him to get back to his coworkers before someone noticed he was gone, and what if this is a coworker?!? He gurgled on the cock and fell back on his ass with the force of it being pulled out of his mouth. "Turn around and show me those holes boy if you want to make this quick." He undid his pants and pulled them down, bending himself over the toilet to present his holes as directed.

A few globs of spit landed on his pucker and made his asshole quiver in surprise. He hadn't thought to bring poppers to a work function and was now wishing that he did, feeling the thick mushroom head start to press against his tight hole. The cock slipped a third of the way in on the first thrust, and continued fighting its way deeper into his tight hole, leaving Remy gasping with each thrust. He yelped once it plunged balls deep, teasing his second ring with a quick jab. "Fuuuccckkk yeah. Cumdump fucking faggot, you can't hide who you are pig." The man grabbed his shoulders and began thrusting even harder, drawing yelps and moans from Remy's lips, clearly having forgotten where he was in the moment. He growled and pounded his fat cock right through the second ring, pressing it even deeper as he flooded Remy's guts with his seed.

His thrusting slowed once he finished cumming, but he hadn't withdrawn his cock yet. "Be still boy, I've got something for you." Remy panted with his face pressed against the toilet seat when he felt a warmth begin filling him. "You might have escaped getting pissed on while on camera, but I still need to piss. Don't worry. You'll love it. I even made this a little special just for you" The piss radiated heat deep inside him and along with it something else, a hunger for more - more cum, more cocks, more fucking, more piss even! The man pulled up his pants, unlocked the stall door, and let himself out. "Stay here 5 minutes and hold onto that before you let it go then come back to your table." The longer Remy sat filled with the man's piss, the more his head felt fuzzy, the more he felt horny, the more his hole felt hungry. He relieved himself, headed back to the table, paid his tab, made up some excuse about needing to feed the cat he didn't have and left. He'd lost what little motivation he had to attend the professional event and now had only one thing on his mind, how to get more cocks and cum in his holes. 

He left the bar and hopped in the back seat of the Uber home. Several notifications popped up on Twitter and he opened the app to find more messages from his park friend. The messages included a few screencaps from the video of him sucking dick in the bathroom along with some new instructions, "Hello faggot. I see you've learned well that it's in your best interest to listen to me. I hope you enjoyed that BBC. I'm sure half the restaurant enjoyed listening to your cute little moans and whimpers. When you get home tonight, I want you to get naked, leave your door unlocked, and get on your bed with your ass in the air. You can watch that hypnosis porn you love so much if you want, but remember - no lights and no peeking. You know the drill."

Remy's natural tendency to rebel stirred a bit within him, but he was too horny and cum hungry tonight to argue with the unknown person sending him these instructions. He did as he was told and a few men came by with average cocks nothing like the BBC he'd been fucked by earlier. It only made him hornier and his holes hungrier by the end of the night, when he still found himself both wide awake and insatiable. He smoked a bowl and attempted to jack off, finding his cock rather unresponsive rendering his attempt to cum himself to sleep unsuccessful. Feeling pouty and unsatisfied, he messaged park friend back, "I did what you asked, but those guys you sent over were a joke. How am I supposed to cum when I can barely even feel these small cocks inside me?! Booorrrinnnnggg. Send me someone hung or I'm not doing this for you anymore." Feeling satisfied that he'd sufficiently told the guy how it was going to be, he dug up some old sleeping pills, took them, and tucked himself in for some sleep after a long night. Who did that guy really think he was anyway? Remy wasn't in the business of letting just any little dick fuck him, or so he thought..... 

[cosmaz]

I'm enjoying this story a lot; especially looking forward to park friend's reaction.

Thanks for posting. 

[boy4you]

I really like what’s happening to Remy 

[KCCumDump]

Awesome story, can't wait to see what comes next.

[pervinmt]

Great story so far. Awesome writing. Keep it up!

[BonusHoleBoyToy]

thanks all! 
 

Have had my hands real full with school, but this has been on my mind again lately - probably with the weather getting warmer again for balcony activities 😝 So hope to add more soon! 
 

Probably helps that this hot fucking poz pig told me that I’m an incredible faggot 🤤 Talking to him is probably playing with fire, but damn if it’s not tempting as hell. Should be good inspiration 😈

[BonusHoleBoyToy]

Chapter 3

Light poured in on Remy's face when he finally awoke, wondering groggily if he either forgot to turn out the lights or close the shades before he passed out last night, early this morning, whatever it was.... It all felt blurry when he tried to think about it and his head hurt. He started to try and get up, but found that he was unable to, he was cuffed to his bed spread eagle! As he started to frantically look around the room, he realized it wasn't actually his apartment either. The air smelled like weed, clove cigarettes, incense, piss, sex..... And something different that he couldn't identify. Wherever he was, a haze of smoke still clung to the air around him. Looking down over his body, his thighs glistened with moisture and a few deep sniffs of the air brought the familiar scent of cum. Was it the cum from last night or more than that? It did feel pretty wet down there for just a few loads...

He began to struggle in his restraints when the door opened and a tall figure loomed over him. "Finally awake? I was really hoping that drugging you would be as simple as getting you to do it yourself, but I didn't think you'd take 2 pills!" The man laughed heartily, crossing the room to begin groping Remy's firm breasts with his hand. "It's all good though, turns out that your pussy still grips in your sleep and these are always fun to play with." He squeezed Remy's tits firmly and jiggled them around before slapping each one roughly a few times. "The customers can't get enough of you, especially the married straight ones." 

Remy froze and tried to process what he just heard, his cheeks flushed red, "What the fuck?! You drugged me? That was a bottle of melatonin and I thought I just had bad insomnia, what did you make me take?!"

The man laughed again, reaching into his pocket to pull out a joint. "Oh no sweet cheeks. You drugged yourself. Not me! I merely replaced your melatonin pills with something a little stronger. You did sleep well, no?" 

"Well..... yeah, but my head is killing me and that's also not the point! How did I get here and what are you doing?"

"In a van," he took a long drag of the joint and exhaled a cloud in Remy's direction, "making sure you do what you were supposed to. It's not my fault you decided to take enough pills to knock yourself out for a day before the rest of your visitors got there , and since you said you could barely feel those small cocks anyway, you don't need to be awake for it."

That strange smell from earlier was back, causing Remy to cough a bit, turning his head in an attempt to avoid the cloud. "So you're the guy from Twitter then?" He started to look up to try and catch a glimpse of his captor when a hard slapped landed across his cheek, making his head throb hard.

"Never said I was, just that I was making you do what you're supposed to. I never said I wasn't either. You know the rules, or are you that fucking dumb of a faggot?" He spit and hit Remy's cheek. "Try that shit again and the next guy may not be as nice."

Remy shut his eyes tight, head spinning, trying to focus. Had he really been passed out for a whole day? Was he supposed to be at work? What about his hormones and his PrEP? His blood rushed in his ears and he felt faint. "Ok ok I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You got what you wanted from me right? Are we all done? Can I go now?"

Raucous laughter filled the air and the man took a few long drags from the joint, reaching between Remy's legs and sliding a finger deep into his still sopping wet cunt. "You want to go? That's not what your pussy says boy." He curved his finger upward, pressing lightly until he elicited a gasp from Remy's lips. "But if that's what you want, it's your choice." He withdrew his finger and pressed it to Remy's lips.

Intoxicated by the smell of his cum filled cunt, Remy licked and sucked the man's finger hungrily, feeling the emptiness inside him begging to be filled, stretched, fucked. He whimpered involuntarily, "I uh.... I mean I need to go home for my medicine. My T and my PrEP."

"T? Why didn't you say so sooner? I can help you with that." The man smirked, left the room, and returned with a small toolbox in hand. He seated himself on the bed and tied a blindfold over Remy's eyes. "This will make the whole process easier. You already ask too many questions so just lay back and relax."

"And what about my PrEP? I don't know how many guys you just let fuck me while I was out." He grew worried. It seemed way too good to be true for this strange man to just happen to have testosterone available for him, but there also wasn't much else he could do while tied to the bed like this.

"Now that I can't help you with sweet cheeks. You see, it's way too late for me. And you really think that stuff is going to help you? You're flirting with fire and you know it." He dipped his finger into a baggy of glistening shards and pressed it against Remy's tight asshole, causing his butthole to clench tight as it began to sting.

Remy hissed and winced, unable to do anything about the sudden burning in his hole when something else started to press against it. He felt flushed, warm.... horny, "What about my T, my testosterone? You said you could help!"

"You said you needed T and that's what you got, now shut the fuck up and let me in baby boy." He pressed a bottle of poppers to Remy's nose which the boy instinctively huffed deep. He felt the tight hole flutter open and plunged his cock in forcefully, grunting until his pierced cockhead throbbed deep in the warm hole. He reached up and grabbed one of Remy's nipples, pinching, twisting, and tugging it to the rhythm of his cock slamming in and out.

Remy couldn't help but moan like a whore. He still felt the hunger from being unsatisfied before he passed out and now it attached itself to this other new hunger with a vengeance. "Ngh! Fuck fuck fuck oh fuck me harder! Please fuck me fuck me fuck me!" The long thick cock felt so goddamn good inside of him. This is what he really wanted.

"There's the cock hungry faggot I've heard so much about." He slid his cock out of Remy's asshole and moved up to his dripping wet cunt. "Give me that pussy baby. Fuck that's some good pussy, so filled with cum." His other hand moved to Remy's neck, squeezing lightly, watching his firm titties bouncing wildly with each thrust. "You ready for me to breed you with a poz load and knock you up? I mean. If your 'birth control' fails which I hope it will."

The man's words shocked Remy with a jolt of reality... Poz load?! He'd been without PrEP for at least a day. What if that was enough to catch HIV?! But his cunt felt hungrier than ever, he was filled with an adrenaline rush he hadn't experienced since he started birth control as a teenager. He wanted to tell the man to stop, pull out, make him cum in his ass at least since it was a bit less risky that way, but that was not what came out of his mouth at all. "Fuck yeah! Knock me up. Breed my pussy with your poz load! God your cock feels so fucking good. I need your cum inside me so goddamn badly!"

He pulled his cock out of Remy's ass and plunged into his asshole for a few strokes before switching back, going back and forth between his holes until his balls tightened. "Take that you fucking faggot! Be my fucking cum dump. I'm gonna fucking knock you up with my seed!" A few more thrusts and thick ropes of cum began jetting from his pierced cockhead into Remy's greedy pussy. He stood up and admired his handiwork, a nice dribble of cum leaked from the sopping wet fuckhole. He whipped his camera out and took a few photos. 

Another man walked in and looked over the scene before him, "What the fuck man? You're not supposed to knock him up yet! Get out of here." He went to each of Remy's limbs and removed the restraints, but kept the blindfold on. "Don't take that off yet. I'm going to leave the room then you can get your clothes and go home. Take your PrEP boy. Don't let that man talk nonsense into your head like that." 

Remy waited for the door to shut behind the man then hastily threw his clothes on, exiting quickly to figure out where the fuck he was and how the fuck to get home. A car pulled up. Whoever had taken him was oddly kind enough to provide an uber ride home. He got home and took his PrEP before even setting his things down, showered then applied his hormone gel, laying naked on the bed attempting to process whatever the fuck just happened. What in the world had he gotten himself into. He felt panicked, but also, super aroused. 

 

Back at the penthouse was a different story. "You almost cost us alot of money you know that!" A large bear of a man finished his beer then spit, almost hitting the other man's shoe on purpose.

"He'll be fine Mike. It's just one measley day without his 'birth control'. Pussy grips better when you scare them a little. You know that." Besides, that little fucker took almost no convincing to start begging for my poz cum!" 

Mike sighed deeply, chasing his downed beer with a shot of whiskey. "Yeah yeah yeah. You're a sick fuck you know that, G? Don't let the boss catch you pulling that shit or he's liable to chop your balls off. We need that boy's holes to be neg this weekend for all the paying customers waiting to knock-up a pussy faggot. Boys like that aren't common."