The Exposed Bator - Where My Exposure Fetish Comes Out to Play

I AM A BATOR.

I masturbate. A lot.

For me, masturbation is a whole and complete sexual experience. I enjoy doing it alone, but I also enjoy sharing it with other men—watching, being watched, and enjoying the camaraderie that can come from men being comfortable with their sexuality together.

So yes.

I'm a bator.

That's the easy part.

The more complicated part is explaining where The Exposed Bator came from.

IT STARTED AS A USERNAME.

That's it. Seriously. I wasn't trying to invent a character. I wasn't trying to create an alter ego. I wasn't trying to give my sexual side a name. I simply needed a username.

I was meeting guys on platforms like Skype, Bateworld, Zoom, and other online communities, and I wanted something recognizable. Something that would make it easy for people to know that the guy they had encountered in one place was the same guy they had encountered somewhere else.

I was already into the exposure fetish. I was already a bator. So The Exposed Bator seemed like a pretty obvious and simple choice. I was actually surprised nobody else had taken it.

And it worked.

I used the same name across platforms. Guys recognized it. It became associated with me and with the things I was doing online. It even became an email address.

Eventually, it became something resembling a brand. But brand recognition was the goal. A persona wasn't.

Shaun McMurtrie reclining and holding his erect penis.

Shaun McMurtrie, naked on a bed with sunglasses and boots, holding his balls.

THEN THE INTERNET DID WHAT THE INTERNET DOES.

Websites disappear. Platforms change. Accounts get blocked. Communities shut down. People lose access to places where they had spent years making friends. I've watched that happen more than once.

The advantage of having the same recognizable name everywhere was that it gave people a way to find me again. If one place disappeared, The Exposed Bator could show up somewhere else. If an account disappeared, people who knew the name could look for it. The name became a thread connecting guys back to me.

That was useful. And that was really all I wanted it to be.

Other people began treating The Exposed Bator like it was an identity. I suppose I contributed to that simply by continuing to use the name. I helped by attaching my @TheExposedBator to my pictures. I helped by creating a logo with that name.

But I never actually thought of myself as a different person when I used it. I was still Shaun.

My friends knew I was Shaun. Guys who knew me well online called me Shaun. Even when the conversation was extremely sexual, I was still Shaun. The username was simply a convenient way for people who didn't know me yet to recognize me.

Somehow, though, the name picked up a personality of its own. It became the horny version of Shaun. It became associated with exhibitionism and exposure. It became associated with masturbation. And eventually, it became easy to think of The Exposed Bator as some sort of sexual persona that was separate from me.

Except...I never really wanted a persona.

SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY, IT GOT BIGGER THAN THAT.

I WANTED PEOPLE TO KNOW IT WAS ME.

That's the part that matters. The entire reason for having a consistent name was recognition. I wanted someone to see that username and know:

That's Shaun.

Not:

That's a character Shaun plays online.

Not:

That's his secret sexual alter ego.

Not:

That's the other version of him.

Just:

That's Shaun.

Frankly, my dick doesn't get hard when someone knows I am The Exposed Bator. It doesn't fill me with any sense of pride to be known as that guy. That name comes with the expectation that I am going to be horny, masturbating, and ready to play 24/7, which is one-dimensional and an unrealistic expectation.

However, being seen naked and masturbating as Shaun McMurtrie is thrilling. It is sharing a typically private aspect of the whole person that I am. As myself, I can be multi-dimensional. There is nuance. There is depth. There is more to expose.

And the more comfortable I became with being open about the fact that I enjoyed being exposed in this way, the less useful the separation was. Why should I need a sexual name when I already have a perfectly good name? Shaun McMurtrie. That's my name. It's the name on my degrees. It's the name on my license and my passport. It's the name my friends call me. It's the name attached to my actual life.

And now it's the name attached to this.

Shaun McMurtrie naked on a rock outside masturbating.

SO THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE THE PERSONA BEHIND.

Except here's the funny thing: There wasn't really a persona to leave behind. There was a username that accumulated some personality because people associated it with me. That's all.

The Exposed Bator doesn't need a retirement party. He doesn't need a dramatic farewell. He doesn't need to disappear from the internet.

The username can still be useful. I'll still use it when a platform requires a username. Someone who has known me online for years may still recognize it. That's fine. But I don't need to be it.

From this point forward, I'd much rather people learn the name behind the username. Shaun McMurtrie. That's who I am.

Shaun McMurtrie on his knees, holding his erect cock and huffing poppers, making a goon face.

WHY MY REAL NAME IS MORE EXCITING

There is something different about putting my real name next to the things I've traditionally kept separate from my public identity. My real face. My real history. My real thoughts. My masturbation. My real body, naked and exposed.

No invented character required. No pseudonym required. No fictional version of Shaun standing between me and the people looking at me.

Shaun McMurtrie.