Ring ring! Ring ring!
Ryan stirred awake to the insistent ring of his alarm, his body a map of lingering sensations from the previous night's private sessions.
The $500 earned felt like a triumph, but the real victory was the highness...the way MasterBull's commands had owned him, reducing him to a leaking, begging mess of cum....a submissive slut
He rolled over, wincing at the tenderness in his ass and the sticky residue on his sheets.
Hormones were manifesting their magic faster now. His nipples, once small and unremarkable, were puffier, almost budding, leaking a milky drop when he absentmindedly pinched one in the mirror. His thighs had softened and fattened further, rubbing together with a sensual whisper as he moved, and his face. OhGod!, his face looked cuter, lips thicker, eyes brighter.
"Rye's taking over," he murmured, a thrill twisting through him. The changes weren't just physical; they amplified every touch, every fantasy, turning daily life into foreplay.
He dressed with care, opting for the vibrating plug again....set to low, a constant tease. Over it, silk panties that cradled his tiny cock, cloths loose to conceal. Breakfast skipped; arousal nipped at him instead.
On his way out, Mrs. Alvarez caught him in the hallway. "Another lively night, dear? Your girlfriend must be a firecracker....those cries menn!" She chuckled, but Ryan's cheeks burned redder.
The "girlfriend" was him, screaming for black gods on stream. "Yeah, she's... intense," he mumbled, the twist of her unwitting voyeurism making his plug hum harder in his mind. Did she listen on purpose? The thought edged him as he descended the stairs legs shaky.
The subway was silent and boring..nothing new, but at Apex, the elevator called like a trap. Ryan stepped in alone, but on the next floor, Mia,the intern joined, her sharp eyes flicking over him.
"Morning, Ryan. You look... different. Glowing, almost." She smiled, stepping close as the doors closed. The plug's vibrations, accidentally bumped to medium in his pocket, pulsed insistently.
Ryan shook, suppressing a gasp, but Mia's hand brushed his arm casually. "Everything okay? You seem tense." Her touch lingered a second too long, her gaze dropping to his chest where his shirt strained slightly over sensitive nipples. Was it flirtation? Or suspicion? Ryan's mind twisted it darker: Mia as a domme, discovering Rye, joining a stream to command him.
"Just busy," he breathed, the vibration grazing his prostate, pre-cum soaking his panties. The doors opened; she winked.
"Let me know if you need help unwinding." He nodded, fleeing to his cubicle, stroking secretly under his desk to her imagined voice.
Work blurred into tension. Carter's emails were curt, but one requested a one-on-one review later. Ryan's heart raced, picturing the elevator's near-miss escalating.
Jake texted: "Back Monday...bet the office missed my charm. What's your secret lately? You sound different in texts."
Ryan replied noncommittally, but the twist nagged: Jake, his old friend, might connect dots from high school vulnerabilities to Rye's streams. In the review, Carter loomed over Ryan's shoulder at his desk, breath hot. "Solid numbers, but push harder." His hand rested on Ryan's back, thumb circling subtly...innocent? Or testing? Ryan's plug buzzed, hole clenching, a soft moan escaping. Carter paused. "Something wrong?" "N-no, sir." The boss's eyes darkened, pulling away with a knowing grin. "Keep pushing limits, Ryan."
Home couldn't come sooner, Ryan stripped, the plug removed with a plop, leaving him begging for more.
Makeup flawless: smoky eyes, red lips for that slutty appeal. Outfit: full lingerie harness, crisscrossing his body, highlighting his emerging curves...thighs thicker, ass rounder from hormones. Nipples poked through the mesh, already leaking at the thought of exposure. Camera angled wide; tonight's theme: pushing limits with multiple toys.
Live at 9: viewers surged to 150, Rye's fame spreading. "Masters, tonight I break myself for you," he announced, voice husky. "I'm your hole for black gods...command me to the edge."
Chat exploded:
"Double stuff!"
"Milk those tits!"
He started with worship: the nine-inch dildo licked reverently, then deepthroated, gagging tears streaming for drama.
Glech~slurp~gag
Tips dinged $100 instant. Plug inserted large size now, stretching him wider.
"Feel that? Prepping my pussy for monsters."
Hmmn..ahhn
He bounced gently, moans building, wand vibrator pressed to his leaking nipples. The dual sensation... overwhelming. The buzz above....had him leaking pre-cum in large quantities.
Privates flooded: a black dom trio coordinating.
"Plug in ass, dildo in mouth, wand on your clit," one ordered via voice.
Ryan obeyed, on all fours, ass raised to camera with plug buried in, mouth stuffed with a smaller dildo, wand humming on his tiny cock.
"Fuck yourself harder," another commanded. He thrust back on the plug, sucking greedily, wand ramping to high.
Mhh!uhhhhm
Moans muffled, body arching, nipples dripping with milk onto the sheets, he milked them on, rubbing the fluid over his chest.
"Look at me... becoming your milky slut." Viewers obsessed: tips $200 more, chat praising his transformation.
Pushing further: double penetration tease. Plug vibrating in his ass, he mounted the nine-inch dildo facing camera, sinking down slowly stuffed utterly, the fullness overwhelming.
"Two black monsters owning me," he gasped, riding while wand circled his cock. Interactions intensified:
"Beg for cum."
"Leak more!" He chanted,
"I'm a hole for black gods... fuck me harder,"
hips slamming down on black length, tears mixing with sweat.
The hormones amplified everything.....sensations sharper, orgasms building like tsunamis.
Climax approached: he edged ruthlessly, denying thrice on commands, body trembling.
"Please... let your pussy explode." Permission granted via tips; he cranked the wand, riding furiously.
Orgasm hit like a blackout....squirting clear fluid in arcs, screams ripping from his throat, body convulsing in waves. Pleasure wrenching through his body
"Yes! For you!" Vision blurred, exhaustion crashed...he collapsed forward, dildo still buried, plug buzzing faintly, camera capturing his spent form.
But the twist: in the haze, he didn't end the stream. Eyelids heavy, breaths slowing, he drifted off mid-broadcast, live for another 20 minutes as viewers watched his post-climax slumber, chest rising with soft snores, leaks drying on skin.
He woke disoriented, laptop beeping low battery. The stream...still running? Viewers down to 50, but chat scrolled:
"Asleep? Hot AF."
"Vulnerable sub...tip for the show."
Earnings: $600 total, extra from the "sleeping beauty" twist.
Embarrassment flooded, but twisted into arousal....exposed even in vulnerability. Did someone record?
A message from "OfficeWatcher": "Sweet dreams, Rye. See you soon." Familiar? Carter? Jake? The paranoia thrilled.
Money sent home: debts easing. But the limits pushed revealed no bottom....only deeper cravings. Jake's return loomed, Carter's touches hinted, Mia's eyes watched. Ryan peaked again before sleep, the spiral devouring him whole leaving nothing behind