[TG] The Radio Star - Part 1 (Patreon)

Commissioned by JB.

An outrage filled, ultra conservative radio show hosts goes too far in his crusade against porn and sexuality and slowly finds himself turning into a cam girl and unable to stop it. 

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“Pornography is dangerous, we as a society seem to have forgotten that.”

Jack leaned back in the radio booth, looking down at his phone already flashing with calls. It was going to be a good show today, he could feel it.

“A lot of people in this country have fallen away from the Christian ideals that made it,” He continued, “But even if we remove that argument there is still the frankly dangerous and exploitative industry itself. These poor women who don't know any better or have no other choice but to sell their bodies; it’s disgusting. Not only are they debasing themselves but they are leading good, Christian men away from the values that Jesus taught with their behaviour.”

His editor in the booth was waving now, indicating to the clogged phone line. Time to educate those liberal SJWs. The Truth with Jack Holden was swiftly becoming one of America’s most popular radio shows and podcasts and Jack could not be happier. Ever since they started learning about the sexual revolution, way back in his college days Jack had known there was something deeply rotten at the core of his country, by the time he was in his forties he knew what it was. Those artsy liberals with their pronouns and their gay agenda; where were the classic values of his fathers time in the 50s where men were men and women knew how to close their legs. He had started this show as an effort to make his increasingly oppressed view known and now, people were finally listening.

He hit the first caller in with a wide grin.

“Yes, first caller of the day, what are your views?”

“I think you are really oversimplifying this issue.” Came a haughty sounded young woman, “There have been plenty of studies by academic institutions over the past few decades that show sexual repression can have lasting psychological-”

“I’m going to stop you right there young miss.” Jack cut in, “All of those papers are biased by the woke agenda. All done by liberals to fuel their own point of view. And people like you, young miss, are just who they target. I bet you sleep around and use those precious little studies to defend your debauchery when really, what you need is to close your legs and pray for some real, human connections.”

“Regardless of what I choose to do with my body-”

“Your body was made by the Lord, it belongs to him as much as you and your consumption of pornography is poisoning your mind as well as the body.”

“But if all parties are consenting-”

“And how do we know that? Hm?”

He continued on like that until she sighed and hung up in a huff. He chuckled, imagining her red face on the end of the phone knowing that she had so thoroughly lost the argument.

“Some people just can’t handle the truth, people.” Jack sighed, “But if we can save just a few, it will be worth it.” 

He took several other callers, many who agreed with him on the immoral nature of pornography, as well as several other snowflake SJWs who just wanted to argue. Pathetic. Finally he was down to his final caller.

“Greetings Mr. Holden.” The voice was rich and smooth, a woman of class, surely she would see his side.

“Good evening ma’am, what can I do for you?”

“I have been listening to your show for some time and I think there is something missing.”

“Oh?”

“Understanding, you argue and talk over anybody who disagrees with you, there is no debate, no attempt on your part to see the other side.”

“Frankly ma’am, that’s some bull. I know what is righteous and I am here to tell people about it, not pander to little snowflakes who want an excuse to act sinfully.”

“Well, you have a lot of opinions on the porn industry but have you actually done any research?”

“I don't need to research the industry to know it is filled with degenerates and whores.” He scoffed, “A woman’s body should be only for her husband, any woman who willingly puts herself out there for anybody to see if beyond saving, even if it was technically ‘her choice’ even those women who say they have no other option are lying. They could work hard, but it’s easier to lay back and let a man fuck them on camera.”

Jack leaned back in his chair; it was true, that’s why people hated it so much. The woman on the end of the phone was not getting flustered or frustrated like most though, there was a beat of silence and Jack really thought he had converted her for a second before she spoke.

“I think you need some first hand experience, then perhaps I would be more open to your views.”

“Lady, if you and your SJW friends think I would ever debase myself on camera you’ve got another thing coming. Is that really your best argument? That I have to try something before I can talk about it? Do I need to try being a Nazi to know they are bad? No! Why don't you try your own advice and get off the porn yourself, then come back and thank me.”

He slammed a finger down on the end call button and his friend in the booth gave him the signal to say they were off the air. Normally when he finished his show for the day he was filled with a sense of righteousness; a feeling of superior happiness knowing that he went out and spoke the good word but today there was none of that. Something about the last caller had gotten under his skin. It left him feeling antsy and frustrated for reasons he could not explain. Perhaps it was that calm voice, it had a way of coiling in his ears, he swore he could almost feel the sounds wafting over his brain; it left him feeling rattled.

“Great show today! Really gave those princesses the old one two punch!” Called Dave from the booth as he took off the headphones and started to pack up.

He just grunted, he didn't feel like revelling. He just wanted to get home, planning tomorrow’s show would help get him out of this funk. Maybe it was just the idea of him doing anything in the porn industry; revolting. The very idea left a sick taste in his mouth and yet, he could not stop thinking about it. Being paid to have sex, he could see how people were tempted by it. Ever since his third wife left him he had been left out to dry; since masturbationwas sinful and of course he was not about to indulge himself in that way or god forbid, watch pornography. No, he lived by the words he spoke, he was no hypocrite.

Still, the strange thoughts had not abated by the time he got home. As he sat at his desk with a blank document open ready to plan his next show he found he could not concentrate. His mind was constantly slipping back to those whores, those women who let any old man have them. What must it feel like, to be so pathetic and horny that you would not only let men have their way with you but allow it all to be filmed. What would it feel like to have a strong man holding you down, plunging into you as the camera rolled, knowing that thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of men would watch the video with their hands tight around their cocks, all wishing they were the one fucking you.

A painful twinge in his trousers brought Jack back to Earth and to his horror he saw a tiny dot of moisture on the front of his trousers. He was hard, painfully so and immediately he was filled with shame and embarrassment. How would his listeners react if they knew he had gotten a hard on from thinking about pornography. Worse still, daydreaming about being a woman staring in pornography! Rage made his blood boil, it was that woman with the silken voice, the temptress! She had planted these sinful thoughts in his mind; well, if she thought he would give into them she was very wrong! His will was iron. He picked up a book, one of his favourites on old fashioned American values and flipped it open. Reading about something manly and honourable, that would put an end to these thoughts.

Five pages later an hour had passed and Jack threw down his book in disgust. His erection had faded but his mind was still clouded with all those naughty thoughts. He just couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to be a sexy porn star or cam girl. Part of him wanted to go into the studio tomorrow and call that witch of a woman back and give her a piece of his mind for putting such thoughts into his head. But that would be foolish, what if she leaked the call to the press or put it online? If his audience knew he was not the upstanding, conservative man he was on the air all the time what might they think? He grit his teeth imagining them all talking about him in hushed tones, perhaps some of them would even stop following his teachings all together and fall into debauchery. Those damn feminist liberals would never let him live it down.

No, he would just sleep on it, surely these thoughts would be gone in the morning and he could just ad-lib his show. There were plenty of problems in America he could talk about, perhaps he could do another episode on the dangers of liberal feminism; those were always popular. Feeling confident he hopped into bed only to toss and turn for hours before finally falling into a fitful sleep.

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In his dreams, Jack was back in his studio except everything was different, his big desk was gone, replaced with a round bed with pink sheets, a single camera pointing toward it with some man standing behind it. He was kneeling on the bed, facing them both feeling confused and oddly aroused.

“Alright!” Came a voice from all directions, “Give ‘em a squeeze!”

A sudden pressure appeared at his chest along with a burst of pleasure that made him shiver. Confused, he looked down to see his own hands grasping his chest; but instead of flat muscle there were two round, soft breasts, their nipples visible through the gaps in his fingers.

“That’s it girl, moan for the camera.”

He didn't want to. He wanted to tell whoever that voice was, whoever this man behind the camera was to shut up and stop filming. But instead, a voice that sounded surprisingly feminine and undeniably sexy just moaned. He felt the vibration in his throat, he was definitely the one making that sound, it was followed by more wonton moans; he couldn’t stop himself.

“Oh man, the viewers are going to love this!”

Viewers? People were watching this? The knowledge disgusted him but…no, no it didn't it made him hot as hell. People were watching him right now, naked and touching himself, maybe they were even getting off to it. Oh God, that was so sexy it made him want to…want to-!

Jack shot up in bed, a deep guttural groan escaping him as he came; cock pumping hot seed into his sheets. His hips stuttered out of instinct and the exertion left him panting, balls throbbing with the intensity of the orgasm. Residual pleasure flowed through his body and he resisted the urge to flop back down into his pillows. He hadn't had a wet dream since he was a teenager, he had stamped out that sort of behaviour early but now he looked at the shameful stain still spreading across his sheets with horror.

Jack sighed in frustration, at least nobody need ever know, and it wasn't as if he actually touched himself. Months of deprivation since his divorce had probably just added up, that was all. He was fine, totally fine. Just as he was beginning to calm though his eyes slid from the stain to his bare chest and the panic began again renewed. His muscled torso had two small but discernible bumps now, his pecs looking slightly swollen. He could almost dismiss it as him putting on a little weight without realising it; were it not for his nipples. The tiny, brown, useless nubs had been replaced with those dark pink ones from his dream giving the real impression that he was starting to grow a pair of tits.

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