Ryan's awakening the morning after his accidental on-stream nap was a haze of embarrassment and unexpected triumph.
The $600 haul included bonus tips from fans who found his vulnerable slumber "adorably slutty," with one even dubbing it "Rye's post-cum coma."
He checked the replay....his body sprawled, dildo half-slipped out, nipples glistening with dried leaks, soft snores punctuating the quiet. Humiliating, yet the comments praised it:
"So real, so owned." The twist of unintended exposure only deepened his addiction, vulnerability twisting into arousal. Hormones swallowed with breakfast...first full dose, promising more changes. Already, his skin felt softer, ass fuller as he wiggled into panties, the vibrating plug inserted for the day's edge. Low hum, constant reminder.
Monday loomed.....Jake's return. Texts had built anticipation: "Office won't know what hit it. Miss our old games, Ry?" Ryan's stomach flipped at "games"...flashbacks to high school, where they'd horseplay to toughen up against bullies.
Slap fights, ass smacks to see who hit harder, laughing off the sting. Innocent then, but now? With Rye's submission blooming, the memory twisted erotic, Jake's hands on him stirring forbidden sensations
At Apex, the elevator ride was solo, but the plug's buzz ramped accidentally high, making him gasp alone, imagining Carter joining. In the office, chatter buzzed: "Jake's back!" Ryan's cubicle neighbor, Tom a burly accountant with a lewd sense of humor leaned over.
"Heard Jake's raring to go. Bet he'll prank you first, like old times.
" Ryan nodded, cock twitching at the thought. Mia passed, her eyes lingering.
"Welcome back party after work? You in, Ryan? You seem... looser lately." Her smile hinted knowledge, twisting his paranoia hotter..did she watch streams?
Then Jake arrived, striding in like he owned the floor...tall, athletic build from college sports, dark skin glowing, lips stretched into a smile.
"Ry! My man!" He pulled Ryan into a bro-hug, hand clapping his back hard, then lower....playfully smacking his ass with a sharp crack.
"Remember our game? Who hits harder?" The slap stung through trousers, vibrating straight to the plug, jolting his prostate. Ryan yelped, a high-pitched moan escaping before he could stifle it, knees buckling slightly.
Jake laughed, oblivious? "Still got that soft spot, huh? Your turn!" But Ryan froze, pre-cum surging, the twist of nostalgia turning sexual....Jake's hand on his ass, firm and commanding, like a dom's claim.
"Uh, yeah... missed you too," he stammered, face burning, cock straining in panties. Jake's eyes narrowed playfully. "You okay? Sounded like that hurt... or something else.
" He winked, but the gaze lingered, twisting Ryan's mind: did Jake feel the plug's outline? The game, once innocent, now pulsed with tension.
Carter called a welcome-back meeting, Jake at the front recounting his leave. Ryan sat, ass throbbing from the slap, plug humming low. Carter's eyes flicked between them, a knowing smirk?
"Glad to have the team whole. Ryan, pair with Jake on the new accounts....show him the ropes." The phrasing twisted dirty in Ryan's head....ropes binding him, Jake and Carter sharing.
Post-meeting, Jake leaned on Ryan's desk. "Lunch? Catch up." Ryan agreed, the ass slap replaying, his hole clenching around the plug.
Lunch at the deli: Jake dove into stories, but his eyes traced Ryan's softer face, curvier posture. "Dude, you look... different. Glow up? Girlfriend?
" Ryan choked on his sandwich. "Nah, just... gym stuff." Lie—hormones, streams. Jake slapped his thigh under the table, playful. "Liar. Spill." The touch sent sparks; Ryan edged discreetly, panting softly. "Nothing, really." Jake grinned. "Fine, keep secrets. But remember our ass-smack wars? Loser buys beers.
" He reached around, smacking Ryan's ass again—harder, the impact vibrating the plug, nearly pushing him over. A moan slipped, low and needy eyes half closed vision clouded
"More~"he almost said
. Jake paused, hand lingering a second too long. "Whoa, you good? That was light.
" His fingers squeezed subtly, twisting the game into something charged. Ryan's vision blurred, orgasm teetering. "Y-yeah... just surprised."
Jake pulled back, but his eyes darkened....curiosity? Desire?
Afternoon dragged, the slaps echoing in Ryan's mind, twisting schoolyard fun into foreplay.
Carter emailed: "See me end of day.....performance chat." Tension loomed. In Carter's office, door shut, the boss loomed. "You're excelling, Ryan. But distracted?" His hand on Ryan's shoulder, thumb pressing.
Ryan's plug buzzed high... Nudged prostate....abused.
He whimpered, knees weak. Carter's grip tightened. "Need motivation?" The air thickened, Carter's bulge evident. Ryan imagined dropping, worshipping. But Carter released. "Dismissed. Push harder." Ryan fled, edging in the bathroom to the memory.
Home, stripped bare, hormones' effects glaring: ass plumper, nipples budding like small breasts, leaking at a touch. Makeup dramatic: red lips, heavy liner. Lingerie: harness framing his changes, stockings sheer. Tonight: edging marathon, limits shattered.
Live: 180 viewers. "Masters, Rye's your edging slut tonight," he declared, toys arrayed...plug, wand, dildos.
"Make me beg for hours." Chat commanded: start with nipple clamps from a new order, pinching till tears.
"Leak for us." Drops flowed, wand on low against his cock.
Yes~master..I..ohhhhhh.ahn
Plug vibrating in ass, he rode the edge, denying. Privates piled: a dom ordering
"Chant your worship..black monster dick owns me." Ryan repeated, fingers in hole, scissoring wide.
Another: roleplay school friend dominating....twisting to Jake.
"Smack your ass like he did," the dom said. Ryan spanked himself, moans high, the day's slaps replaying, pushing him closer.
Marathon built: denied five times, body quivering, sweat-slick. "BlackMaster42" took over group private:
"No cum till I say...ride the monster, milk those tits." Ryan mounted the nine-inch
Ohhhhhhhh~
sinking full, wand on nipples and cock. Bouncing, chanting,
"I'm a pussy for black gods," edges crashing but held. Sixth denial: body betrayed, squirting without touch, but he fought on. Seventh: exhaustion loomed, but tips $700.
"Cum now," BlackMaster commanded. Orgasm erupted....intense, squirting ropes,
Ahhhhhhhn~
screams echoing, vision blurring. He collapsed, but ended the stream this time, panting.
Ha! Ha! Chest heaving
Earnings: $800. Transferred home, family grateful.
But the turning point hit: hormones sealed, Jake's slaps twisted innocent bonds, Carter's touches hinted claims. Mia's eyes stalked,