An empty house

When Mark awoke he was alone and bright sunshine streamed through the slatted blinds covering the window. Initially disoriented he soon began to piece together pieces of the previous night, the thick smell of sex and the taste of cum on his tongue accelerating his memory until dread and fear began to bubble in his gut. He quickly left the bed, the sheets still damp with cum and the movement sent a jolt of sharp pain through him - his ass, he realised, reaching down to survey the extent of the damage. Pushing up into his slime-coated ass crack his fingers found something unexpected, something cool and metallic. His fingers finally found purchase and he tugged, the result shocking him as his ass exploded with sensation. He pulled a little harder and the object came free, a plug, he realised, but before he could properly inspect it he felt a torrent of fluid flow from deep inside him, the sensation causing him to shudder in revulsion. He grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped himself down, then tossed on his clothes, grabbed his things and got the hell out of there. Thankfully the place seemed empty and in a flash he was back upstairs and safely home.

He quickly shed his clothes and made a beeline for the shower, scrubbing himself thoroughly as he tried his best not to think about all the gory details of the night before. Almost an hour later, he left the bathroom, walking rather gingerly thanks to his restructured asshole, grabbing his phone and flopping down on the couch. As he unlocked his phone something caught his eye and dread began to fester within him once more. His camera app was open - he never used his camera. He opened the gallery and found several new video files, each with a thumbnail that gave a pretty clear indication of what they contained. He grimaced as he tapped one, the screen coming to life with a close-up of his cum covered features rocking back and forth, a smile plastered over his face. Then the camera pulled back revealing an impressively large cock being stroked just inches from his face before it twitched and unloaded jet after thick, steaming jet of cum all over his face, his mouth half open to accept much of the load. Once spent the cock disappeared and the camera zoomed back in on Mark and an unseen voice asked, "How are you feeling?"

To Mark's horror, he watched himself look straight down the barrel of the camera with wide grin plastered across his face and declare, "I fucking love it!" before swallowing his mouthful. He tapped off the video and threw the phone into the couch, trembling and cursing. What had he done! He was fucked...

It wouldn't be until much later, when Mark worked up the courage to look at his phone again that he discovered the messages. Not to him, but from him. Apparently someone had sent his debut performance out to seven or eight different phone numbers, all unknown. Soon he would discover just how truly fucked he was.