Ryan's body glowed rosy red in the morning after conquering the big dildo, a deep throb in his ass that reminded him of every inch taken, every moan broadcasted.
$400 was enough to cover Jayden's next textbook bill and then some. He stretched in bed, fingers brushing his puffier nipples, which leaked a faint drop at the touch. The hormones he'd started secretly ordered online after research were kicking in slowly, softening his edges, amplifying sensitivities and feminity.
His thighs rubbed together tenderly as he rose, cock stirring at the memory of viewers' commands.
Confidence wasn't fleeting anymore; it pulsed through him like arousal, Rye blended into Ryan.
He prepped for work with a twist of daring: the small vibrating plug from the kit, slicked and inserted, propped against his prostate.
Low setting via app on his phone.... a constant buzz to keep him on the edge throughout the day.
"For the masters," he whispered, panties over it, think fabrics hiding the secret. The subway ride was pure torture: vibrations humming with the train's rumble, his wet hole clenching, pre-cum leaking into the lace.
A businessman brushed against him, unintentional, but Ryan imagined it intentional, grinding back his perky ass trembling sending ripples through his plumpy thighs. Drawing some glaces oblivion to Ryan.
At Apex, the elevator waited, doors sliding open. Ryan stepped in, hitting his floor, the plug's buzz intensifying on medium...he'd reset it for thrill.
Then, Carter his boss strode in, towering presence filling the space.
"Morning, Ryan," his boss rumbled, voice like velvet thunder, standing close as the doors shut. The elevator ascended slowly, alone together. Ryan's heart hammered; the vibrations pulsed violently
"What have I gotten myself into"he said inwardly, it grazed his prostate. He shifted, muffling a moan, but a soft gasp escaped.
Ohh!
Carter looked over, eyes narrowing. "You alright? Look a bit... flustered."
"Y-yes, sir," Ryan stammered, knees weak, the plug's hum audible in the quiet? No, imagination. But Carter stepped closer, cologne musky, invading space. "You've been different lately. More... attractive."
His hand brushed Ryan's arm, lingering, thumb tracing a vein. Ryan's cock leaked profusely, the vibration ramping to high via accidental app nudge in his pocket.
Ohh~ahn~aha
He bit his lip, eyes misting, ass clenched, a low whimper slipping out. Carter's gaze darkened, hand moving to Ryan's lower back sliding across his spine sending shivers up Ryan
Mmhn~fuck..ohh
Ryan panted mouth watering, Carter's hand continued pressing firmly...right above the plug.
"Need help with something?" The touch sent jolts, Ryan grinding back instinctively, the bulge in Carter's pants evident against his trousers.
"N-no, just... hot in here." The doors dinged open; Carter pulled away with a smirk.
"See you in the meeting. Stay composed." Ryan fled to the bathroom, stroking furiously before suirting, energy drained he cleaned up. The encounter twisted hotter....Carter's knowing look, the almost-exposure.
Office hours dragged, tension coiling. Jake texted:
"Monday's the day....prep for war stories. What's new with you? Looking forward to beers." Ryan replied vaguely, imagining Jake discovering the plug, commanding its use. In the team huddle, Carter presided, his eyes flicking to Ryan repeatedly, a predatory glint.
"Ryan, your input?" Ryan spoke, voice breathy, plug buzzing low. A new intern, Mia...sharp..
eyed brunette whispered later
"You okay? Seem distracted." Her concern twisted into fantasy: her joining a stream, dominating him. He nodded, " yeah thanks" focusing on reports, but arousal spiked beneath.
Home by evening, Ryan shed work clothes, the plug popped out with a wet sound, leaving him empty, craving. Camera ready, he announced in bio: "Privates open...command your pussy boy."
Live: viewers 120 strong.
"Masters, Rye's interactive tonight," he purred, posing seductively. General chat buzzed: teases, spanks, nipple play...leaking on cue for tips. $100 quick. Then privates unlocked: screen split for one-on-ones, voice optional.
First: "MasterBull," a black dom with gravelly audio. "On your knees, slut. Beg for my monster." Ryan dropped, pleading: "Please, sir, let me worship your huge black dick. I'm your hole." MasterBull commanded:
plug reinserted, wand on nipples, leaking without cum. Ryan complied, moaning, body slick. "Twist those tits make 'em leak." Drops flowed hmn!, Ryan rubbing them in, humiliated bliss.
Tips $80 per session.
Next: "AlphaKing," directing roleplay—office sub begging boss. Ryan imagined Carter:
"Please, Mr. Carter, fuck my pussy." Wand on his tiny cock, vibrations echoing the elevator's buzz. He peaked, ass squelching emptily now, craving the big bad toy. Viewers peaked at 150, general chat praising:
"Such a good whore."
A group private: three black doms coordinating. "Worship us all," one ordered. Ryan licked multiple dildos, alternating, gagging theatrically.
Slurp~hmn
"Pretend our monsters stretching you." Fingers in his hole,
Ha~han
Nipples milked, leaking profusely..fans obsessing. "You're changing, hotter each time." The hormones' twist evident, body feminizing visibly.
Stream hit hour mark: earnings $500. Final private with DomKing: "Cum for me, pussy, squirt like a girl."
Plap...plap...ahn
Ryan bounced on the big dildo briefly, wand on clit-like cock, orgasming, ohhhhhh! His moan peaked squirting clear fluid.
Might neighbors hear again? Mrs. Alvarez's earlier praise twisted naughtier...perhaps she'd listen in.