Eric Somers
Copyright© 2026 by R.P.A.M.
Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - This story is based in the 'My Naked Life' universe. During high school and university, Eric went through some embarrassing and humiliating situations, but at the same time, those events also changed him and made him the person he is today. He discovers that he has some certain kinks that he wants to live by, and so he prepares his house so he can live the lifestyle he prefers. Eventually, he learns what he really is and embraces it fully.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Coercion Reluctant Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Fiction Workplace DomSub Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Public Sex Nudism
2026-04-13 Saved by ... a girl
It was now Monday, and I had just arrived home from work. I hadn’t heard anything from Tim or Tom on Sunday, and knowing they could get inside my home when I was at work, had made me anxious about it.
So, when I walked in through the front door, I was expecting them to be waiting for me there. Instead, I only found a piece of paper stuck to the closed door to my living room: Get naked and then come in to the living room.
They didn’t need to put a note like that on the door, because that’s what I always do. So, I went upstairs, put my clothes away, and came downstairs in the buff. When I opened the door, I was expecting a ‘SURPRISE’, but nothing happened. My home was empty, and I was alone.
When I walked towards the kitchen in the back, I heard a strange buzzing sound to my right. I looked in its direction and saw a white camera standing there. The lens was directed at me.
‘Oh! Fuck!’ I thought, ‘Tim has installed a webcam in my home.’
Not knowing what he had done, I could only hope that it was recording me and not broadcasting my naked body on the Internet. I could have done something so he couldn’t film me, but I didn’t dare to touch it. If I didn’t go along with whatever he had planned for me, I would be exposed to the world. Now, it could be that I was only exposed to a small circle of his friends.
I decided I need a drink. So, I went to the fridge and got myself a beer. I really needed it this time.
Thinking about the camera and knowing what he wanted, I returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, facing it. It was obvious that someone was controlling it, because I could see the camera following me.
While I had the urge to cross my legs again. I kept my legs spread and made sure he would have a good few of my gunk. While I was sitting there, I noticed that the lens on the webcam was getting longer, so whoever was controlling it was zooming in on my dick.
‘Well, if they want to look, let them look,’ I thought. I couldn’t do anything about it, and I had craved for some attention, so now I was having it.
I switched on the TV and decided to watch the news from a few hours earlier. I think I had been watching for ten minutes when the bell of the front door went off. I checked and noticed the green light was burning again.
So, I got up and walked to the front door, opened it, and saw a girl standing there. She smiled at me and then made it very obvious she was checking out my body.
“Not bad,” she said.
“Who are you?” I asked. She looked like someone I had seen before, but I couldn’t place her.
“I’m your neighbor from the back,” she said. “You know ... Kathy.”
“Oh, yeah, now I remember,” I said. This was the eighteen-year-old university student from the back.
“Can I come inside?” she asked.
Before I could answer, she was already moving towards me, so I stepped to the side and let her in.
“Let’s go to the living room,” she said.
I closed the door and followed her. I noticed she was sitting on the single sofa, so I sat on the big sofa again, in view of the webcam.
“You probably noticed it already,” she said. “I mean the webcam.”
“Yes?” I answered. “Are you with Tim?”
“Not exactly,” she said. “I think I’m here to rescue you,” she smiled.
“Rescue me?”
“Look, I noticed Tim sneaking into your house this afternoon and found this strange. So, when he returned, I went after him into his home. It seemed he was alone at home, so I snuck to his room. I noticed he was at his computer, doing something. When I saw an image of the inside of a house on his screen, I got the feeling it could be yours. And it also looked like a live feed.
“After he was happy with his setup, he opened another program, and not much later, I saw another video on his screen. This time of a man being, well, screwed in the ass by a woman with a dick. I couldn’t recognize anyone in the video, so I kept on watching in the hope I would eventually recognize someone. When those two people came, the man on the ground eventually stood up, turned around, and I saw that it was you. That’s the moment I knew there was something fishy going on, and I confronted him.”
“You did what? Why?” I was afraid that this had triggered Tim’s intention to post the first video of me masturbating on the sofa.
“Don’t worry,” Kathy said. “I already have all the footage.” She showed me a still image of me lying on the sofa, holding my dick in my hand. “Nice dick, by the way.”
“You have the footage? He can’t post it anymore?”
“I took everything from him, or else I would have called the cops on him.”
“That would have been bad,” I told her.
“They can be charged with trespassing and so much more. I had nothing to lose, so I told him that he needed to give me all his footage and then delete it. I watched him do it, and trust me, I also know my way around computers. He doesn’t have anything left from the footage he took of you.”
I sighed and said, “Thank you. But now you have it.”
“I do,” she said with a smile. “And I watched it all.”
“Shit!” I cursed.
Her smile got bigger, and she said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to blackmail you.” She pushed a few digital buttons on her phone and said, “Gone! I deleted it all.”
“Thank you!” I said, relieved.
“No problem. I hate guys like him. I only wished I could really call the cops on his ass, but I also knew he would have taken revenge on you. But now, you’re safe.”
“Really, thank you so much,” I said with real gratitude.
“However, that doesn’t mean you are completely off the hook. Do you know my major at university?”
“Hmm, no. I know you are going to a nearby university, but that’s all.”
“My major is law, and we recently had to talk about laws that aren’t well-known. One of my classmates had found a very interesting law, called Jane’s Law. And I think it could apply to you.”
“To me? How? What is this ... Jane’s Law?”
“Let me test something first,” she said. “I order you to stand up.”
“Huh!”
“No joke, I order you to stand up.”
Deep down, I felt that little voice again, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of her.
“Now, kneel down,” she said.
I kneeled down in front of her.
“Kiss my shoes!”
I bent forward and started kissing her shoes.
“Stop, and stay sitting like this,” she said. She then got up and started to walk around me. I could hear her giggle when she was standing behind me, and then she said, “Your ass really stands open when you are like this. Did you tell Tim the truth?”
“About that bat? Yes.”
“Sit back on the sofa and tell me the whole story,” she told me. This time, she sat on the big sofa, so I sat on the little sofa.
This time, I told this girl everything, from the beginning to the end.
“They really made you run around with a bat up your ass. At all the university’s parties?”
“Yes, they did.”
Kathy sighed and said, “Don’t hold this against me, but I would have loved to have seen that. I really can’t believe that you can shove a bat up someone’s ass.”
Again, something inside me compelled me to do this, so I asked, “Do you really want to see it?”
“Honestly, yes,” she said.
“Well,” I let out a sigh and blushed, “If you want to. I have that baseball bat upstairs.”
“You still have the bat? You kept it for all those years?”
“Yes, I did. Do you want me to get it?”
“Yes, please!” Kathy said she looked excited.
So, I got up, went to my bedroom upstairs, took the baseball bat from the wall, and returned it to Kathy.
“This is the one,” I told her and showed it to her. It was a metal bat, a little smaller than a regular-sized bat. But still, it was large enough to be impressive.
She accepted the bat and looked at it. “Really, you can stick this up your ass?”
“I can.”
“Then bent over and let me do it,” she told me. I could see a twinkle in her eyes.
I turned around and bent forward, touching my toes with my fingers.
Kathy gave a nervous giggle and placed the bat against my asshole.
“You’re sure?” she asked.
“Just push, slowly,” I told her.