My name is Cam.
I was twenty-one and needed rent money.
Now I’m the only male talent in an all-female hardcore porn ring that never stops rolling.
And they never let me leave the frame.
100 % first-person male diary • 21-year-old turned permanent on-camera fuck-pig • piss, fisting, double-anal, gangbangs, bodily fluids, zero cuts • 18+
I showed up to a warehouse in Brooklyn with a Red Bull and a hard-on. Ten women in ski masks, ring lights, 8K cameras on tripods. They didn’t ask my name. Just told me to strip, shoved a GoPro on my chest, and started filming. First girl pissed straight in my mouth while the second fisted my ass until I screamed. I came hands-free on the concrete and they all applauded. Contract was one sentence: “You live here now.”
They chained me to a gyno table under red lights and didn’t stop for twenty-four straight hours. Every hole used, every fluid swapped. I swallowed gallons of squirt, piss, and cum. They catheterized me at hour 18 just to keep me hydrated with their piss. When the timer hit 24:00:00 I was shaking, covered in bruises and fluids, and they zoomed in on my face while I thanked them on camera.
They filled a kiddie pool with three days’ worth of saved piss. Made me lie in it while twenty women stood around the edge and added fresh streams. Then they submerged me, held me under until I inhaled, and pulled me up choking and baptized. I came just from the taste. Clip went viral on the dark web within hours.
Every Thursday is double-anal day. Two fists or two cocks (sometimes both). They trained my ass with increasingly huge plugs until both their forearms disappeared to the elbow while I screamed into a microphone. Final scene: two women wearing 14-inch straps at the same time. I passed out mid-orgasm. Woke up with “DOUBLE STUFFED” sharpied across my chest and 3 million views.
48-hour live stream. Goal: 100 unique fists in my ass. They rotated in shifts. By fist #67 I was prolapsed and crying. By #100 I was begging for more. They celebrated by making me eat my own rosebud on camera while the counter hit 100. Still the site record.
They rented an abandoned theater in Manhattan, sold 400 tickets at $500 each. Live show: me chained center stage while fifty women used me however they wanted for four hours. People in the audience were invited on stage to piss in my mouth between scenes. I left the theater in a wheelchair, covered in strangers’ fluids, smiling like an idiot.
They built a steel cage in the corner of the basement. That’s where I sleep now. Door only opens when someone wants to use me. I eat from dog bowls, piss in a bucket, and fuck on command. My only furniture is a mattress soaked through with every bodily fluid known to woman.
I’m twenty-three. I haven’t seen daylight in 400 days. My holes are wrecked, my mind is gone, and every second of my life is live-streamed in 4K. They tattooed a QR code on my ass that links straight to the site. Last month the subscriber count hit one million. They celebrated by making me thank every single one on camera while fifteen women fisted me at once.
I came here to pay rent.
Now I am the rent.
And the camera never blinks.