Ryan's streams have gone from tentative experiments into a nightly spectacle, drawing crowds that thirsted for his deepening submission.
The $800 from the edging marathon had pushed his total earnings past $2,000 in under two weeks enough to wipe out another part of family's growing debt and send Jayden a care package for college.
But the money was secondary now, the fame, the adoration, enriched Rye's soul. Viewers hit 200 consistently, chat exploding with demands for his "milky tits" and "plump pussy."
The hormones accelerated everything: his nipples emergimg like small cherries, leaking at the slightest squeeze or touch , thighs and ass curving into a feminine allure that made outfits cling too tightly...provocatively.
He flaunted it all, moaning, "Worship my changes, masters, I'm becoming the perfect hole for black gods."
That Monday, Jake's return incresed the office's electric tension. The ass-slap "game" from high school played in Ryan's mind like a film, twisting innocent roughhousing into erotic foreplay.
Jake, oblivious to Ryan's inner turmoil, slapped his butt during breaks, each contact sending jolts to his plugged wet ass.
"Beers tonight, Ry? let's Celebrate my comeback. My buddy Marcus is in town..big dude, loves to go clubing. You in?" Jake's smirk was infectious, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ryan hesitated, the plug humming low panties damped in ass fluid, but agreed nodding.
"Sure, sounds fun." Internally, the twist churned, a night out, away from the camera, but with Jake....his old crush masked as friendship and a stranger.
The hormones made him hornier than ever, cravings spilling into daylight.
Work continued, Carter's lingering stares during a budget review, his deep voice praising Ryan's "evolving performance." Mia whispered in the break room, "You two...Jake and you...cute dynamic. Jealous?" Her hand brushed his arm, twisting his fantasies to include her as Dom.
Tom joked crudely about "office hoes," unaware how close he hit home. By evening, Ryan was a dirty mess...stailing in the bathroom twice, the plug's vibrations in syncing with thoughts of Jake's slaps leaving marks on his behind.
They met at a downtown club, Pulse..throbbing bass, strobe lights slicing through air, bodies grinding on the dance floor. Crowd cheering
Jake arrived with Marcus, a towering black man, built like a hulk, with a shaved head and a evil grin on his lips that screamed dominance.
"This is Ry, my high school bro," Jake introduced, slapping Ryan's shoulder. Marcus's eyes roamed over Ryan with a dark glint, lingering on his soft frame.
"Nice to meet you, pretty boy." Voice deep His handshake was firm, thumb stroking Ryan's palm...a subtle twist that made Ryan's cock steer.
Beers downed, alcohol loosening tongues, stories from Jake's leave mixing with high school reminiscences.
"Remember when we'd smack asses in the locker room?" Jake laughed, demonstrating with a playful swat on Ryan's thigh under the table. The impact vibrated to his plug, drawing a muffled gasp. Marcus chuckled eyes squinting. "Looks like he likes it."
The alcohol hit Ryan hard, hormones amplifying the buzz into horniness.
The club's energy sweaty bodies, grinding hips mirrored his streams. A group of dancers nearby caught his eye: a slim guy like him between two black men, moaning subtly as their hands roamed his body.
Ryan's tiny cock strained, pre-cum soaking his panties. "Bathroom," he muttered, excusing himself. In the stall, door locked, he yanked down his trousers, stroking hurriedly.
Mhhn...hahh...hahh
Buzzz!
The plug buzzed on to high....app-controlled, but he'd forgotten to turn it off. Fingers plunged alongside it, stroking his hole, imagining Marcus's massive frame pinning him.
"Fuck... need black monster dick in me ohhh," he whispered,eyes half closed peaking close, moans getting louder than intended.
The door creaked open someone entered the bathroom. Ryan froze, but his body betrayed him, hips trembling. Footsteps approached his stall.
"That you, pretty boy?" Marcus's voice, low and predatory. Before Ryan could respond, the door swung. Marcus stood there, eyes darkening at the nasty sight.
Ryan exposed, hand on his three-inch clitty, ass plugged and leaking.
"Well, damn well Knew you were a little slut." Marcus chuckled. Ryan's protest died as Marcus stepped in, locking the door.
"Please... I...it's not what is like... ohhh" But Marcus grabbed his hair, yanking him forward. "Shut up. You like this, don't you?"
Marcus turned him towards the wall yanking his panties down. Violently pulling the plug out with a plup!
No.. Marcus...not there ohhhhhh!
His pleas turned to moans as Marcus slammed his full length down his soaked hole
Plap..plap..sclech....mhn..ah
Ha! Yes..finally..a... cock..god!.ohhh
"Knew you would like it slut" Marcus said going faster grabbing his short hair in reverse grip like horns. Cum dripped nonstop from Ryan's clitty, ass rippled down to his thighs shaking from the forcefully trust.
Stroke! Plap..plap!..mhhhn
Ha! Ryans hope burned sweetly widining with every stroke sleching. His ass dribbling more and more fluid.
Marcus hands found his way to his boobs .... twisting
Wait..not there....mhhhhhhnn! knees weak eyes half closed. Twist, pull, squeeze, Marcus tried all methods sending continuous shocks of pleasure crashing into Ryan's body
Oh!fuck!.. Marcus...yes...right..there.... ohhhhhh!
Stroking in deep Marcus continued slamming his length into Ryan hands on fat plump ass for leverage.
"Am close" Marcus groaned stroking faster
Plap plap plap plap!
"Ning hah..hooooo!...yes
Sprut sprut!
Marcus cum flew out in ropes burning into Ryan sending him over the edge has he orgasmed violently falling to floor...
Ha!..ha..mhn!
Nipples leaking nonstop, cum dripping from his gapping hole. Marcus towered over him cock leaking cum.
Spank! Mhmm
He struck Ryan's ass sending shivers up Ryan's " tell no one" he chuckled darkly, dressing up and leaving.
Ryan cleaned shakily, the assault twisting into dark pleasure...violent ownership he craved for.
Back at the table, Jake raised an eyebrow. "You okay? Took forever in there." Ryan mildly nodded, ass still throbbing the encounter, the secret arousal intoxicating.
Marcus squinted knowingly. Beers continued, but Ryan's mind replayed the violation, horniness increasing.
Home later, he streamed solo; 220 viewers.
Plap..plap..mhn
"Masters ha!, I got owned tonight," he gasped, riding the big dildo, leaking nipples milked.
"Worship my violated pussy." Tips surged.....$1,000. He used the changes to the fullest: fatter ass bouncing, softer voice moaning.
"I'm your milky femboy... craving more dominance."
Family debts eased further...
Mom's called later at night "You're a godsent my child sleep well, love you."
But the turning point deepened: Marcus's nasty rape, pleased in his submissive core, blurred consent and desire. Jake's games hinted revelations; Carter's eyes promised claims. Mia and Tom circled watching . Ryan peaked in the bathroom, the spiral tightening swallowing him utterly, fame rising as self dissolved.