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[ Being a teacher isn't exactly the most glamorous job in the world. The pay is okay, but nothing special— especially not when one considers for what he is actually being paid: the lectures given to packed halls of uninterested young adults, the amount of papers for which grading can only be classified as a waste of his time, the hours spent sending emails back to students to inform them that no, they aren't entitled to an extension because they spent their weekend getting drunk or high or both.
Kaveh has considered quitting multiple times, but he's always stopped by the reminders of those few students whose lives he knows he's changed for the better, those days where he's seen knowledge light up in the eyes of someone who had been struggling, the moments where the job is worth it. But it's far from an easy job. And in this economy, with money seeming each year to get tighter and tighter, there are too many days where it just doesn't seem like enough.
So when Ms. Sangemah Bay raised his rent for the third time in as many months, Kaveh decided to sign up for a JustAdepti account.
It's been a few weeks since then. By all accounts, he's still a new streamer, but he's already gained some small measure of popularity as "Pharos", a young man who keeps his anonymity protected by the lacy masks he tends to wear over his face, the lenses that change the color of his eyes, the careful arrangement of his blonde hair so that only the softest, loosest tendrils drift over his cheeks. He has a penchant for lingerie, but for the right number will often lose it entirely, showing off the lean litheness of his limbs, the curve of his arousal as he lets his viewers suggest how he should take himself apart on any given day.
He even has a few regular viewers.
Today, he's leaning back in his chair, allowing his viewers the barest glimpse of the fuzz that trails down from his navel, lip bitten as he peruses the toys sitting on his desk in front of him— all new, all untested. ]
Well? [ His voice is a low, sultry murmur. ] What do you think, guys?
Kaveh has considered quitting multiple times, but he's always stopped by the reminders of those few students whose lives he knows he's changed for the better, those days where he's seen knowledge light up in the eyes of someone who had been struggling, the moments where the job is worth it. But it's far from an easy job. And in this economy, with money seeming each year to get tighter and tighter, there are too many days where it just doesn't seem like enough.
So when Ms. Sangemah Bay raised his rent for the third time in as many months, Kaveh decided to sign up for a JustAdepti account.
It's been a few weeks since then. By all accounts, he's still a new streamer, but he's already gained some small measure of popularity as "Pharos", a young man who keeps his anonymity protected by the lacy masks he tends to wear over his face, the lenses that change the color of his eyes, the careful arrangement of his blonde hair so that only the softest, loosest tendrils drift over his cheeks. He has a penchant for lingerie, but for the right number will often lose it entirely, showing off the lean litheness of his limbs, the curve of his arousal as he lets his viewers suggest how he should take himself apart on any given day.
He even has a few regular viewers.
Today, he's leaning back in his chair, allowing his viewers the barest glimpse of the fuzz that trails down from his navel, lip bitten as he peruses the toys sitting on his desk in front of him— all new, all untested. ]
Well? [ His voice is a low, sultry murmur. ] What do you think, guys?
user2.718: Third from the right.
user2.718: Your right, not ours.
[Says a very decisive username in the chat. Not that anyone ever decides to call this person out on how dry those responses are. The regulars know better, the newbies learn quickly and are mostly interested in the content rather than whoever was chatting with the streamer who was making said content.
Especially when it has such quality.]
user2.718: Warming yourself up with the first one would not be a bad idea.
[Condescending? Perhaps. A taunt or a challenge? Who knows. Some of the other viewers do agree, though they coo and voice their worries about Kaveh taking too much right away for fear of the toy being too big, others pitching in that it would help lengthen the duration of the show.
user2.718, however, doesn't particularly care. He leans back, clasping his hands over his stomach as the streamer makes a decision.
Meanwhile, he gets a notification on his phone.]
THE PROCESS HAS BEEN FINALIZED.
PLEASE HEAD TO THE HEAD OFFICE IN TWO DAYS TO DECIDE ON YOUR SCHEDULE.
LOOKING FORWARD TO WORKING WITH YOU.
[Well, one less hassle to deal with.]
[ Ah, yes. Speaking of his regular viewers— for there is no one, Kaveh thinks, who is more a fixture of his audience than user2.718, with a decisive tone and borderline condescension that comes across even through the medium of text. Not to mention the most uninventive, unromantic choice of username. As an architect and a professor of architectural design, Kaveh is more than familiar with Euler's number— but he can't imagine the sort of person who might choose it as a username.
As for right now, the challenge potentially inherent in the other's words makes him want to roll his eyes— instead, he allows a slow, sensual smile to spread over his lips, red-lacquered fingertips brushing almost reverently over the tip of the toy that sits third from his right. ]
How sweet of you all to worry. [ The words are purred, his eyes meeting the camera with a glint of something dangerous behind them. ] I'd be more than happy to prove to any of you that I don't need the warm-up, of course, but in the interest of giving you a proper show, I believe Mister E's suggestion is warranted.
[ He winks, as if in acknowledgement of a secret held between the two of them, and adjusts the camera and his chair, giving the chat a perfect view of his already-swollen cock and slicked-up entrance as he picks up the rightmost toy and slides it deep, a low moan on his lips.
His free hand reaches, picks up the remote linked to the toy. ]
Mm... what should I do~? Start low, work it up gradually? ...Or do you want to hear me scream?
As for right now, the challenge potentially inherent in the other's words makes him want to roll his eyes— instead, he allows a slow, sensual smile to spread over his lips, red-lacquered fingertips brushing almost reverently over the tip of the toy that sits third from his right. ]
How sweet of you all to worry. [ The words are purred, his eyes meeting the camera with a glint of something dangerous behind them. ] I'd be more than happy to prove to any of you that I don't need the warm-up, of course, but in the interest of giving you a proper show, I believe Mister E's suggestion is warranted.
[ He winks, as if in acknowledgement of a secret held between the two of them, and adjusts the camera and his chair, giving the chat a perfect view of his already-swollen cock and slicked-up entrance as he picks up the rightmost toy and slides it deep, a low moan on his lips.
His free hand reaches, picks up the remote linked to the toy. ]
Mm... what should I do~? Start low, work it up gradually? ...Or do you want to hear me scream?
[He will always be somewhat impressed with how easily he takes it. He knows—it shows, really—that Pharos probably takes extensive measures to prepare himself before he even announces when and what he will be streaming. Not that he knows much about it, but everything about these streams is very smooth, and well-practiced, even when Pharos hitches his breath because he's caught by surprise about something, it seems like .
user2.718 finds it all very aesthetically pleasing, but he does wonder how long it actually takes for the streamer to get so slick, and so open.
Pharos is a new acquisition to the site, it seems, even if his first stream has been just as smooth and enthusiastic as this one. None of the carelessness of a rookie, or at the very least, all of the preparation out of fear that something would go wrong.
The Return on Investment of this streamer's energy must be in the negatives.
And still, he had been there since day 1. Or 2. He doesn't remember, really. He settled on Pharos through his skyrocketing popularity on the platform even before he didn't have this many people watching.
No matter.
The chatroom gets excited at the mention of him screaming. Of course, the rectangle beside the camera angle lights up with text scrolling rapidly. user2.718 reaches for his laptop's mousepad and clicks on something, types a couple of words.
A half a second later and a bright popup shows up on the screen.]
user2.718 finds it all very aesthetically pleasing, but he does wonder how long it actually takes for the streamer to get so slick, and so open.
Pharos is a new acquisition to the site, it seems, even if his first stream has been just as smooth and enthusiastic as this one. None of the carelessness of a rookie, or at the very least, all of the preparation out of fear that something would go wrong.
The Return on Investment of this streamer's energy must be in the negatives.
And still, he had been there since day 1. Or 2. He doesn't remember, really. He settled on Pharos through his skyrocketing popularity on the platform even before he didn't have this many people watching.
No matter.
The chatroom gets excited at the mention of him screaming. Of course, the rectangle beside the camera angle lights up with text scrolling rapidly. user2.718 reaches for his laptop's mousepad and clicks on something, types a couple of words.
A half a second later and a bright popup shows up on the screen.]
user2.718 has donated 200 Mora!
It's boring if it's so hasty.
Make us work for it.
[ As he waits for his chat to come to a consensus, he sits with stilled hips against the toy, flicking his thumb playfully against the remote. The hungry, horny part of him wants to move, wants to start putting on a show already— but as user2.718 has correctly surmised outside of his sphere of knowledge, a lot of practice and preparation has gone into what he does, and so he remains motionless.
With his rent issues, Kaveh was just money-hungry enough that he needed a quick following, needed not to be seen as a rookie but as a consummate professional. Every stream has hours of work behind it, and while he's certainly no liar— all five of these toys are truly new to him— he's spent enough time and money over the last few days on some remarkably similar to know exactly what he needs for each.
(So far, streaming like this has pretty much allowed for him to break even, which isn't really helping— but at least it's not making things worse. And with time, he's sure, it will solve the problems he's having.)
Chat is very much skewing toward making Pharos scream when a donation comes through that makes him laugh, something rich and warm on his lips as his eyes glint. ] So many people wanting to hear me screaming— but Mister E says I should make you work for it. And he's the only one putting his money where his mouth is, so~
[ A flick of his finger brings the toy to life on its lowest setting, a slow shudder of pleasure working its way through his body as his hips cant up against the toy. ]
If you work hard enough, chat, maybe we'll both get what we want by the end, hm? [ A pause, a wriggle of his hips, as he thinks. ] Let's play a game. This one has eight speeds— every donator can give me a number to set it to. If you can make me come, untouched, then we'll take this bad boy out for a spin. [ A glint in his eyes as his fingers run over the larger toy once more. ]
But... mm, that's too easy, right? You might just turn it up to eight and leave it there. So...
[ He reaches out, sets a timer on the stream that appears in the top corner, counting down from 12 minutes. ]
I want time to prepare myself properly, so... don't let me come until at least eight minutes have passed. But if the timer runs out... game over. What do you think, chat?
With his rent issues, Kaveh was just money-hungry enough that he needed a quick following, needed not to be seen as a rookie but as a consummate professional. Every stream has hours of work behind it, and while he's certainly no liar— all five of these toys are truly new to him— he's spent enough time and money over the last few days on some remarkably similar to know exactly what he needs for each.
(So far, streaming like this has pretty much allowed for him to break even, which isn't really helping— but at least it's not making things worse. And with time, he's sure, it will solve the problems he's having.)
Chat is very much skewing toward making Pharos scream when a donation comes through that makes him laugh, something rich and warm on his lips as his eyes glint. ] So many people wanting to hear me screaming— but Mister E says I should make you work for it. And he's the only one putting his money where his mouth is, so~
[ A flick of his finger brings the toy to life on its lowest setting, a slow shudder of pleasure working its way through his body as his hips cant up against the toy. ]
If you work hard enough, chat, maybe we'll both get what we want by the end, hm? [ A pause, a wriggle of his hips, as he thinks. ] Let's play a game. This one has eight speeds— every donator can give me a number to set it to. If you can make me come, untouched, then we'll take this bad boy out for a spin. [ A glint in his eyes as his fingers run over the larger toy once more. ]
But... mm, that's too easy, right? You might just turn it up to eight and leave it there. So...
[ He reaches out, sets a timer on the stream that appears in the top corner, counting down from 12 minutes. ]
I want time to prepare myself properly, so... don't let me come until at least eight minutes have passed. But if the timer runs out... game over. What do you think, chat?
[Of course, a person sees, a person does. The donation he had sent was enough to kickstart a flurry of other donations showing up on-screen, from viewers excited to get noticed by the streamer, called out and have Pharos do their bidding because they were throwing money at him. Mister E would roll his eyes at how predictable the general audience is, but he doesn't care about them enough to spend the amount of energy to do so.
He pauses for a second, watching a thrum go across that toned stomach and the roll of his chest as he inhales when the toy is switched on.
Mister E, as Pharos likes to call him, focuses on the task at hand quickly after.]
[Now that's divisive. Some people in the chat go "wow, 2.7, really making it hard for us, huh?", "we're never getting that much money to get Pharos to come", "nobody has time for that", "that's just for E to show off his money again".
But other people start rallying together and excited to contribute. "Every little bit counts, let's go!", "Oh I like this, it's like stretch goals", "lol stretch", "lol", "My wallet is empty but so will my nuts and I'll say thank you".
Now what will Pharos do?]
He pauses for a second, watching a thrum go across that toned stomach and the roll of his chest as he inhales when the toy is switched on.
Mister E, as Pharos likes to call him, focuses on the task at hand quickly after.]
user2.718 has donated 500 Mora!
Each 1k Mora should get you to raise a speed.
[Now that's divisive. Some people in the chat go "wow, 2.7, really making it hard for us, huh?", "we're never getting that much money to get Pharos to come", "nobody has time for that", "that's just for E to show off his money again".
But other people start rallying together and excited to contribute. "Every little bit counts, let's go!", "Oh I like this, it's like stretch goals", "lol stretch", "lol", "My wallet is empty but so will my nuts and I'll say thank you".
Now what will Pharos do?]
[ He's waiting for the response to his question when the next donation comes through, and Kaveh's eyes widen under his mask, the first truly genuine response in the entire stream so far. 500 Mora... It's true that user2.718 has been remarkably generous from the first stream he joined— Kaveh's second, he thinks, or maybe his third— but it's the suggestion more than anything that gets the blonde, that has a breathless, wordless laugh on his lips for a moment or two as he considers.
That's... It's too much, there's no way that anyone will even consider that...
But before he even finds the words to respond, the chatters are rallying together, and donations are flooding in. With user2.718's 500 to start, the total of 1000 is hit in no time at all, and Kaveh's lips work open in silent shock, hips still against the slow-pulsing toy. ]
That's— How incredibly generous, everyone. [ As he recovers, his more professional streamer smile finds his lips once more, and he reaches for the remote to hold it up to the camera. ] Apparently Mister E has the right idea today~ that was the first one thousand, so...
[ He flicks the speed up by one, eyes closing briefly behind his mask, hips rolling down against the toy as he shudders and moans at the way the speed increases. ] Ah— fuck, you're making me feel so good— gods, it's gonna feel so fucking amazing when you let me turn it up more—
[ His eyes open again, skimming over the chat, over the incoming donations. He's focused somewhere between the slowly-building pleasure and the promise of a good show, but in the midst of that there's admittedly a small thread of his mind wandering in the direction of user2.718: he's shaped this moment into what it is, and Kaveh hopes he's enjoying it. ]
That's... It's too much, there's no way that anyone will even consider that...
But before he even finds the words to respond, the chatters are rallying together, and donations are flooding in. With user2.718's 500 to start, the total of 1000 is hit in no time at all, and Kaveh's lips work open in silent shock, hips still against the slow-pulsing toy. ]
That's— How incredibly generous, everyone. [ As he recovers, his more professional streamer smile finds his lips once more, and he reaches for the remote to hold it up to the camera. ] Apparently Mister E has the right idea today~ that was the first one thousand, so...
[ He flicks the speed up by one, eyes closing briefly behind his mask, hips rolling down against the toy as he shudders and moans at the way the speed increases. ] Ah— fuck, you're making me feel so good— gods, it's gonna feel so fucking amazing when you let me turn it up more—
[ His eyes open again, skimming over the chat, over the incoming donations. He's focused somewhere between the slowly-building pleasure and the promise of a good show, but in the midst of that there's admittedly a small thread of his mind wandering in the direction of user2.718: he's shaped this moment into what it is, and Kaveh hopes he's enjoying it. ]
[He's enjoying it, of course. Mr. E is leaning back on his chair, watching the flurry of donations stream in, quickly dissolving the gauge into a second thousand without him even getting involved, and a few people wanting to show case that they too can donate high amounts at a time for a good show.
To be fair, it's only natural that a stream like this became popular. Pharos is meticulous, sure, but there's something to the arch of his back and the falter of his voice when he's allowing himself to truly feel the tension of his toys. He's well-built, despite how graceful he is, the round of his rear and the delicate motions of his fingers as he flicks a switch. There's something to please everyone.
He sends another donation. Another 500.]
[The assault of donations continues.]
To be fair, it's only natural that a stream like this became popular. Pharos is meticulous, sure, but there's something to the arch of his back and the falter of his voice when he's allowing himself to truly feel the tension of his toys. He's well-built, despite how graceful he is, the round of his rear and the delicate motions of his fingers as he flicks a switch. There's something to please everyone.
He sends another donation. Another 500.]
I think it's not enough.
[The assault of donations continues.]
[ Speaking of Mister E's enjoyment— Kaveh has barely flicked the switch up to the third level when another donation rolls in from the man in question, and his breath hitches, something he can only hope is taken for a sound of pleasure rather than the shock coursing through his veins. It's enough of a boost that the next thousand is reached in mere seconds, and trembling fingers turn the toy up yet further, his eyes closing briefly as his hips stutter. ]
Ngh— not enough? We're already halfway—? And—
[ And at this rate, he's going to come before they even reach eight, with how quickly he's being pushed through each of the levels in turn. With the rules having changed, he's not sure what that would mean—
And of course, it's his stream, he can make the rules into whatever he wants them to be, but in the shock of user2.718 changing his plans so entirely, and with such confidence, his thoughts are wavering, more uncertain than he would like them to be when he's usually so well prepared.
With a whimpered sound, he reaches between his legs, taking the base of the toy in hand and starting to move it against himself, and it's all he can do not to throw his head back— he needs, he remembers, to look at the screen, to see the donations as they pour in.
His eyes open— when did he close them, again?— and he bites down on his lower lip in a failed attempt to mask the gasped out whine when he sees the number. ] Gods, I— [ His free hand reaches, tweaks the dial another notch at the same moment he presses the toy deep, and for the first time ever on his stream, Pharos comes without any sort of intent, eyes wide under his mask as his untouched cock twitches and he spills over his own chest and abdomen, lungs heaving in shock. ]
Ngh— not enough? We're already halfway—? And—
[ And at this rate, he's going to come before they even reach eight, with how quickly he's being pushed through each of the levels in turn. With the rules having changed, he's not sure what that would mean—
And of course, it's his stream, he can make the rules into whatever he wants them to be, but in the shock of user2.718 changing his plans so entirely, and with such confidence, his thoughts are wavering, more uncertain than he would like them to be when he's usually so well prepared.
With a whimpered sound, he reaches between his legs, taking the base of the toy in hand and starting to move it against himself, and it's all he can do not to throw his head back— he needs, he remembers, to look at the screen, to see the donations as they pour in.
His eyes open— when did he close them, again?— and he bites down on his lower lip in a failed attempt to mask the gasped out whine when he sees the number. ] Gods, I— [ His free hand reaches, tweaks the dial another notch at the same moment he presses the toy deep, and for the first time ever on his stream, Pharos comes without any sort of intent, eyes wide under his mask as his untouched cock twitches and he spills over his own chest and abdomen, lungs heaving in shock. ]
Edited 2023-10-12 17:00 (UTC)
[Mister E is at the edge of his seat.
And he's not even paying attention to the erection tenting his trousers, because of course watching Pharos' streams has an immediate physical effect, awakening his very particular, very picky libido with barely a flutter of his eyelashes behind the intricate mask he wears.
And it's there, in the way that Pharos releases and delivers himself to his pleasure that he finds himself enraptured, unable to look away. A lot of these moments in the streams felt cheap, too rehearsed, too gratuitous even if he was, effectively, paying good money for it. It felt like Pharos was acting for the Mora and the clicks and the viewership numbers on the screen, and that felt as empty as getting rid of morning wood in the shower.
But these other seconds, in the shape of his lips, the way his chest flushes to a pretty tanned color between the almost architectural weaves of lace on his body, the tension of his body leaving him. That's enough for Mister E to stay and watch, entranced.
He takes a deep breath. And his exhale streams out in a low chuckle.
He doesn't even need to give another donation. Everyone is rewarding Pharos for the earnest display and it easily gets to the 8 thousand Mora he had set himself to achieve.
He lights a cigarette instead, takes a drag. Waits for the streamer to ride down from his high.]
And he's not even paying attention to the erection tenting his trousers, because of course watching Pharos' streams has an immediate physical effect, awakening his very particular, very picky libido with barely a flutter of his eyelashes behind the intricate mask he wears.
'You just need to bone. Hell, maybe even just jacking one off while watching a cutie on screen would do it. You're stressed, man,' Dehya had complained as she shook her protein into water in a bright red container while Alhaitham had a towel over his head after failing spectacularly a particular set in the gym.
It's not just the failure. It was other things. The move going wrong. Him having trouble sleeping. And Dehya—
She rarely complained.
So after mentally feeling affronted. Even offended, he did, however, consider it enough to give her idea a shot.
A cutie on a screen, she had said. Great. Where does one even begin?
And it's there, in the way that Pharos releases and delivers himself to his pleasure that he finds himself enraptured, unable to look away. A lot of these moments in the streams felt cheap, too rehearsed, too gratuitous even if he was, effectively, paying good money for it. It felt like Pharos was acting for the Mora and the clicks and the viewership numbers on the screen, and that felt as empty as getting rid of morning wood in the shower.
But these other seconds, in the shape of his lips, the way his chest flushes to a pretty tanned color between the almost architectural weaves of lace on his body, the tension of his body leaving him. That's enough for Mister E to stay and watch, entranced.
He takes a deep breath. And his exhale streams out in a low chuckle.
He doesn't even need to give another donation. Everyone is rewarding Pharos for the earnest display and it easily gets to the 8 thousand Mora he had set himself to achieve.
He lights a cigarette instead, takes a drag. Waits for the streamer to ride down from his high.]
[ The donations flood in, but perhaps the only person who doesn't see them is Kaveh— his eyes are open, but mindless with shock and mortification, and it's in that same mindlessness that he reaches, trembling fingers grabbing the dial and twisting to still the toy's motions, needing to allow himself a brief reprieve from the pleasure as his body settles once more.
It's a solid thirty seconds before the fog clears enough to let him see once more, to process the words flowing over the screen, the chat soothing and teasing him in equal parts, the donation total showing he's well over the goal to max the speed out, and he bites his lip, a twist of something uncomfortable chasing the pleasure as it dissipates.
He has to salvage this, somehow, they've just donated so much Mora, a sum he's never even allowed himself to dream he would see, and he's gone and made a fucking fool of himself—
A deep, steadying breath, and fingers fall back from the dial for a moment, moving instead to his chest, skimming along the ropes of cum; there's a wickedness in his eyes as they meet the camera, holding the lens with a confidence Kaveh doesn't truly possess as he lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean. ]
I made such a mess of myself— [ his voice is husky, still trembling from his exertion ] —that I didn't even notice you wanting to turn the dial up for a moment there. If you'll just allow me a moment to recover, I'll return the favor in full. [ A slow, teasing smile finds his lips, and wet fingers leave a trail down his chest as he lets them drag back down to the toy, readjusting it and shifting his hips again, getting the angle right once more where pleasure started to lose it. ] Once more, so I can give you what you deserve, okay? And then I'll fuck myself stupid with this big boy, like I promised.
[ Another lick of his lips, and Kaveh's free hand moves to the dial, taking it in one movement from zero all the way to eight. He's still sensitive, and the sudden jolt to life makes his back arch from the chair, has him crying out louder than he anticipated he would.
But he's not quite done talking, lips forming the words even as he shudders and moans. ]
Still— mn. I broke the rules, so... You can punish me, if you want.
[ Just like that, he's back on track. He can do this. ]
It's a solid thirty seconds before the fog clears enough to let him see once more, to process the words flowing over the screen, the chat soothing and teasing him in equal parts, the donation total showing he's well over the goal to max the speed out, and he bites his lip, a twist of something uncomfortable chasing the pleasure as it dissipates.
He has to salvage this, somehow, they've just donated so much Mora, a sum he's never even allowed himself to dream he would see, and he's gone and made a fucking fool of himself—
A deep, steadying breath, and fingers fall back from the dial for a moment, moving instead to his chest, skimming along the ropes of cum; there's a wickedness in his eyes as they meet the camera, holding the lens with a confidence Kaveh doesn't truly possess as he lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean. ]
I made such a mess of myself— [ his voice is husky, still trembling from his exertion ] —that I didn't even notice you wanting to turn the dial up for a moment there. If you'll just allow me a moment to recover, I'll return the favor in full. [ A slow, teasing smile finds his lips, and wet fingers leave a trail down his chest as he lets them drag back down to the toy, readjusting it and shifting his hips again, getting the angle right once more where pleasure started to lose it. ] Once more, so I can give you what you deserve, okay? And then I'll fuck myself stupid with this big boy, like I promised.
[ Another lick of his lips, and Kaveh's free hand moves to the dial, taking it in one movement from zero all the way to eight. He's still sensitive, and the sudden jolt to life makes his back arch from the chair, has him crying out louder than he anticipated he would.
But he's not quite done talking, lips forming the words even as he shudders and moans. ]
Still— mn. I broke the rules, so... You can punish me, if you want.
[ Just like that, he's back on track. He can do this. ]
[He gets smoke in his eye and it's because he moves so fast towards the screen that he leans in before he moves his cigarette away. He barely squints at it, and lets it rest on the ashtray on his desk as he frowns at the screen.
Already? He mutters, a slight crease forming between his eyebrows as he skims through the enthusiastic chatter in the room.
He doesn't send a message yet. Instead, he opens a new window after clicking on a certain username in green and starts typing.
Mister E takes a drag of his cigarette and puts it out, then he thinks about how to approach this.
He sends a message. Not a donation. Just one message on the chatroom, which the mod thankfully promptly highlights.
Some of the chatters go wild, but the messages they send—mostly negative comments about how Pharos is there to just be their entertainment and 'Mister E' is not being fun at all, others asking 'wtf made you in charge', 'oh not donating now, huh?'—also thankfully get deleted by the moderators. The other viewers pitch in, whether it's because Pharos did so well and deserved a rest, or because in fact, having him stop would make him squirm the hardest in the long run, 'E' doesn't really care. He only settles down to watch what happens.
The other window pings him after a while.
'E' snorts.]
Already? He mutters, a slight crease forming between his eyebrows as he skims through the enthusiastic chatter in the room.
He doesn't send a message yet. Instead, he opens a new window after clicking on a certain username in green and starts typing.
user2.718: Has he prepared for this?
Vijnana: I'm not sure. We haven't discussed this. I think he's trying something new?
Mister E takes a drag of his cigarette and puts it out, then he thinks about how to approach this.
user2.718: Alright
user2.718: Highlight my next message
Vijnana: What are you going to do?
Vijnana: Hey??
He sends a message. Not a donation. Just one message on the chatroom, which the mod thankfully promptly highlights.
!!! Highlighted Message: !!!
by user2.718
I think that you should be properly punished. Stop the toy. Don't move.
Some of the chatters go wild, but the messages they send—mostly negative comments about how Pharos is there to just be their entertainment and 'Mister E' is not being fun at all, others asking 'wtf made you in charge', 'oh not donating now, huh?'—also thankfully get deleted by the moderators. The other viewers pitch in, whether it's because Pharos did so well and deserved a rest, or because in fact, having him stop would make him squirm the hardest in the long run, 'E' doesn't really care. He only settles down to watch what happens.
The other window pings him after a while.
Vijnana: A word of warning would be appreciated next time.
user2.718: I did warn you.
Vijnana: You're incorrigible.
Vijnana: I would ban you if you hadn't been right.
'E' snorts.]
Edited 2023-10-14 14:11 (UTC)
[ It's the fact that the message is highlighted that stops Kaveh short. The words may be user2.718's, but Tighnari went to the effort to highlight it, which means his friend/moderator agrees with them— which means said friend/moderator is going to give him the verbal lashing of a lifetime later on.
He makes his very best offended face at the camera— and it's a good one, because he's actually offended— before reaching out to flick the toy back off, and then his hands lift up in the universal sign of surrender, a clear show of the fact that he's not touching it anymore. ]
Fine. [ It's said with a huff, the blonde more irritated in this moment than he is frustrated— after all, he's still coming down from his previous orgasm, and his body is grateful for the reprieve. ]
Since my moderator so kindly decided that Mister E's punishment suggestion was the one I should be following, then...
[ Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the flurry of notifications in chat— message deleted by a moderator— and so he keeps his eyes on the camera, not wanting to see the comments before they're deleted, knowing without needing to read them that they'll upset him.
(They always upset him.)
Of course, the problem now is that— ]
What should I do, then? [ There's a pout forming on his lips. ] Do you want me to apologize? To beg for you to fuck me? I want you to feel good too.
[ The entire stream has been turned on its head, and truthfully, Kaveh's at a loss for what to do. ]
He makes his very best offended face at the camera— and it's a good one, because he's actually offended— before reaching out to flick the toy back off, and then his hands lift up in the universal sign of surrender, a clear show of the fact that he's not touching it anymore. ]
Fine. [ It's said with a huff, the blonde more irritated in this moment than he is frustrated— after all, he's still coming down from his previous orgasm, and his body is grateful for the reprieve. ]
Since my moderator so kindly decided that Mister E's punishment suggestion was the one I should be following, then...
[ Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the flurry of notifications in chat— message deleted by a moderator— and so he keeps his eyes on the camera, not wanting to see the comments before they're deleted, knowing without needing to read them that they'll upset him.
(They always upset him.)
Of course, the problem now is that— ]
What should I do, then? [ There's a pout forming on his lips. ] Do you want me to apologize? To beg for you to fuck me? I want you to feel good too.
[ The entire stream has been turned on its head, and truthfully, Kaveh's at a loss for what to do. ]
[Mister E leans back and lights another smoke, telling himself that it's only because he only smoked half of one before, so it doesn't count. Telling himself that his exhale sounds like a sigh of relief because he's blowing out the smoke of the first drag, that's all.
It's necessary, after all, he needs to keep his hands busy and away from the erection straining under his trousers.
He lets the chatroom decide this time, thankful that Pharos does pay attention to Vijnana's thoughts. He doesn't want the stream to just be about him and the streamer, after all. There's no fun in that.
The chat asks Pharos to tell them about a fantasy. 'Tell us how you'd play with us' someone says, to a series of positive responses.
That does make user2.718 arch an eyebrow. Oh, that's interesting.]
It's necessary, after all, he needs to keep his hands busy and away from the erection straining under his trousers.
He lets the chatroom decide this time, thankful that Pharos does pay attention to Vijnana's thoughts. He doesn't want the stream to just be about him and the streamer, after all. There's no fun in that.
The chat asks Pharos to tell them about a fantasy. 'Tell us how you'd play with us' someone says, to a series of positive responses.
That does make user2.718 arch an eyebrow. Oh, that's interesting.]
[ Later, he thinks, when another chat message comes through and is highlighted by Tighnari, he should spend some time familiarizing himself with what to do when a stream starts to go differently from how he planned it. Perhaps it was naïve of him not to have done it already, but truthfully this is the first time it's happened— at least, happened badly enough that he feels as if he's lost control.
At the very least, things are back to normal now, and Kaveh feels the panic melt away as he bites his lip, peers thoughtfully at the camera. ]
How I'd play with you... [ One hand reaches out, caresses the head of the toy that had been suggested for him at the start of the session. ] Mm, you made me cum so hard, so it's only fair I return the favor, right? [ A fresh spark of warmth blooms to life, and it's all Kaveh can do not to rock his hips against the toy still pressed firm against his prostate. ]
I'd stroke you like this at first... nice and slow so I can see your eyes widen at the pleasure. I give the best handjobs, so maybe I'll try to convince you to let me start moving again. What do you think? How does that feel, handsome?
At the very least, things are back to normal now, and Kaveh feels the panic melt away as he bites his lip, peers thoughtfully at the camera. ]
How I'd play with you... [ One hand reaches out, caresses the head of the toy that had been suggested for him at the start of the session. ] Mm, you made me cum so hard, so it's only fair I return the favor, right? [ A fresh spark of warmth blooms to life, and it's all Kaveh can do not to rock his hips against the toy still pressed firm against his prostate. ]
I'd stroke you like this at first... nice and slow so I can see your eyes widen at the pleasure. I give the best handjobs, so maybe I'll try to convince you to let me start moving again. What do you think? How does that feel, handsome?
[He's a little distracted at the way Pharos bites his lip in thought. It's purposeful, sure, he doubts the man does that when he's looking inward on a daily basis, but user2.718 enjoys the way his mouth flushes with a pretty red when released from the enamel.
Red would suit him, an illogical, entirely random thought crosses Mister E's mind. He's not sure why it shows up, but there it is.
Huffing out a plume of smoke when he hears about those 'best handjobs', he appreciates the boast and those fingers seem ridiculously graceful and dexterous, but he wonders how good they actually would be.
The chat starts replying with more emojis than text. Basically synonym for everyone typing with one hand.
Meanwhile, he just replies, a slight grin to his face.]
Red would suit him, an illogical, entirely random thought crosses Mister E's mind. He's not sure why it shows up, but there it is.
Huffing out a plume of smoke when he hears about those 'best handjobs', he appreciates the boast and those fingers seem ridiculously graceful and dexterous, but he wonders how good they actually would be.
The chat starts replying with more emojis than text. Basically synonym for everyone typing with one hand.
Meanwhile, he just replies, a slight grin to his face.]
user2.718: And...?
[ He notices— of course he does— that chat switches by and large from text to emojis, and it makes him smirk ever so slightly. He's well aware of what such a shift indicates, and further, he knows it means he's riling them up in just the right way— that the hiccup of before is well and truly over and he's back in control of his own stream again.
And then user2.718 goes and ruins that illusion immediately by typing a full word— a full sentence, technically, with proper punctuation and everything—
Ugh, what a jerk. Thinks he's too good for this, does he? (And to think: just minutes ago, Kaveh was internally singing his praises!)
Not allowing the frustration to show on his face, the blonde lifts the toy from the desk, turning himself— and as he settles, the one pressed into him shifts, making his breath hitch— so that his camera can get a better view of the side of his face as his tongue darts out, leaving a trail of wet along the head of the toy. His parted lips rest against it, muffling his voice ever so slightly as he continues: ]
And if the best handjob isn't good enough for you, how about I show you what I can do with my mouth and my tongue? [ A pause as carmine eyes flick over to the camera, his voice lowering a decibel— and half of an octave. ] Or my throat?
And then user2.718 goes and ruins that illusion immediately by typing a full word— a full sentence, technically, with proper punctuation and everything—
Ugh, what a jerk. Thinks he's too good for this, does he? (And to think: just minutes ago, Kaveh was internally singing his praises!)
Not allowing the frustration to show on his face, the blonde lifts the toy from the desk, turning himself— and as he settles, the one pressed into him shifts, making his breath hitch— so that his camera can get a better view of the side of his face as his tongue darts out, leaving a trail of wet along the head of the toy. His parted lips rest against it, muffling his voice ever so slightly as he continues: ]
And if the best handjob isn't good enough for you, how about I show you what I can do with my mouth and my tongue? [ A pause as carmine eyes flick over to the camera, his voice lowering a decibel— and half of an octave. ] Or my throat?
[With a slight huff, amused, he wonders if Pharos is getting better at hiding his reactions. With all the preparation and scripting, scenes thought of to a T, he knows that the streamer tended to skid on his words and gestures when something surprised him. The first streams he had watched had been particularly entertaining because of that, the genuine, authentic side of Kaveh that gets him to feel the actual person through the screen. It's the most attractive side of him, in his opinion.
Though he does enjoy how he strives to do better, every single time. It may break him. Thankfully his moderator knows how to keep him in check.]
Though he does enjoy how he strives to do better, every single time. It may break him. Thankfully his moderator knows how to keep him in check.]
user2.718: Go on.
[ He is getting better at hiding reactions— and yet, when Mister E's next message comes through, he struggles to conceal the frustrated furrowing of his brows.
Luckily, most people probably aren't looking at his eyes.
"Go on", huh? ]
Mm... you're so big. [ Pharos's voice drops to a mewling whine as he mouths at the head of the toy, nudging it between his lips before he pulls back, pleading eyes fixed on the camera. ] Go a little easy on me, okay?
[ But he promptly proves he won't be going easy on himself, lips stretching around the toy and eyelids fluttering. He doesn't rush, but neither does he go slow— he works himself through his preparation just a little quicker than he ideally would, playing the part all the way of one who wants to please a pushy, overeager boyfriend.
Before long at all, he's fucking his mouth in earnest with the toy— and it's a good-quality mic that picks up not only the muffled moans, but the schluck of the saliva-drenched toy as it drags against his lips. His erection has stirred back to life, flushed with his renewed arousal; the motion of his hips is mostly accidental, almost imperceptible, careful lest sharp eyes catch him out. ]
Luckily, most people probably aren't looking at his eyes.
"Go on", huh? ]
Mm... you're so big. [ Pharos's voice drops to a mewling whine as he mouths at the head of the toy, nudging it between his lips before he pulls back, pleading eyes fixed on the camera. ] Go a little easy on me, okay?
[ But he promptly proves he won't be going easy on himself, lips stretching around the toy and eyelids fluttering. He doesn't rush, but neither does he go slow— he works himself through his preparation just a little quicker than he ideally would, playing the part all the way of one who wants to please a pushy, overeager boyfriend.
Before long at all, he's fucking his mouth in earnest with the toy— and it's a good-quality mic that picks up not only the muffled moans, but the schluck of the saliva-drenched toy as it drags against his lips. His erection has stirred back to life, flushed with his renewed arousal; the motion of his hips is mostly accidental, almost imperceptible, careful lest sharp eyes catch him out. ]
[Sharp eyes do catch him, but user2.718 ponders, smiling softly.
Eager. Something to Pharos that just stroke him as eager to please, even if it's just for show, he gets off of pleasing others to the point that his erection fills back up, nice and taut, with the mere concept of showing someone a good time with his mouth.
He wonders about not how good it feels, but how happy he would be to be caressed as he worked in earnest. Would he preen if someone ruffled his hair and said 'that was good'? To be rewarded.
But as endearing as it is to see him ardent, he's not really following the rules.]
[The chat, or at least the members that aren't completely lost to actually read, immediately hones in on Mister E's message. If E saw something, then something must be noticed. Until, they realize it, asking for Pharos to stop, that he should be punished harder. That he's misbehaving.]
Eager. Something to Pharos that just stroke him as eager to please, even if it's just for show, he gets off of pleasing others to the point that his erection fills back up, nice and taut, with the mere concept of showing someone a good time with his mouth.
He wonders about not how good it feels, but how happy he would be to be caressed as he worked in earnest. Would he preen if someone ruffled his hair and said 'that was good'? To be rewarded.
But as endearing as it is to see him ardent, he's not really following the rules.]
user2.718: Uh-oh.
[The chat, or at least the members that aren't completely lost to actually read, immediately hones in on Mister E's message. If E saw something, then something must be noticed. Until, they realize it, asking for Pharos to stop, that he should be punished harder. That he's misbehaving.]
[ Amidst the flood of emojis, the sudden switch to words from users other than Mister E catches Kaveh off-guard even before Tighnari starts to highlight them one after the other. His breath catches, the color high in his cheeks as he forces his hips to a halt, and trembling hands pull the other toy away from his lips, leaving them red and swollen as he huffs out short, sharp breaths. ]
Punished harder? [ The words are spoken in a breathy whine, face shifting into an expression that's almost pleading. ] Ah— you wouldn't, would you? Aren't I doing such a good job? Making you feel good?
[ Even as the chat messages continue, he reaches one hand out to his keyboard, opens a new window: private message to Vijnana.
The payoff comes in less than 30 seconds. ]
Punished harder? [ The words are spoken in a breathy whine, face shifting into an expression that's almost pleading. ] Ah— you wouldn't, would you? Aren't I doing such a good job? Making you feel good?
[ Even as the chat messages continue, he reaches one hand out to his keyboard, opens a new window: private message to Vijnana.
The payoff comes in less than 30 seconds. ]
Vijnana: what about that cock ring you love bragging about?
Edited 2023-10-21 05:46 (UTC)
[He leans his head on his hand as he watches a sneaky hand slipping into the corner of the screen and out of sight, obviously the mouse and keyboard of his setup.
Probably asking for suggestions from the mods. At least Pharos is obedient and does stop. user2.718 does wonder if he's that pliant when it's just one person in the room, telling him what to do, instead of faceless words that hold power in numbers on a screen and his bank account.
Not that he would ever confirm that, he thinks as he blows another plume of smoke. Not much sense to wonder about hypotheticals.
The Mod's reply does, however, make him raise his eyebrows. He reaches to type.]
Probably asking for suggestions from the mods. At least Pharos is obedient and does stop. user2.718 does wonder if he's that pliant when it's just one person in the room, telling him what to do, instead of faceless words that hold power in numbers on a screen and his bank account.
Not that he would ever confirm that, he thinks as he blows another plume of smoke. Not much sense to wonder about hypotheticals.
The Mod's reply does, however, make him raise his eyebrows. He reaches to type.]
user2.718: I agree.
Edited 2023-10-21 11:16 (UTC)
[ user2.718 isn't the only viewer to agree with Pharos's moderator's chat message; a number of others in the chat echo their approval, and Kaveh may have been the one to suggest it in the first place, but the average viewer would never guess it when the exchange makes his lips turn downward in a pout, when he whines his frustration even as he reaches for the ring in question. ]
You're so mean—
[ He holds eye contact with the camera, biting on his lower lip and pressing his hips up into his hand, wrapping the ring around his arousal and hissing at the feeling of constriction as the bands— both of them— settle to press down on him. ]
Nn...
[ Kaveh's fingers tremble as he reaches for the bigger toy once more, bringing it back to his mouth, although his eyes keep peering at the camera, pleading, not quite ready to restart the assault on his mouth. ]
I can't come like this so... will you let me move? Please?
You're so mean—
[ He holds eye contact with the camera, biting on his lower lip and pressing his hips up into his hand, wrapping the ring around his arousal and hissing at the feeling of constriction as the bands— both of them— settle to press down on him. ]
Nn...
[ Kaveh's fingers tremble as he reaches for the bigger toy once more, bringing it back to his mouth, although his eyes keep peering at the camera, pleading, not quite ready to restart the assault on his mouth. ]
I can't come like this so... will you let me move? Please?
user2.718: Go for it.
[This is really about to get interesting. user2.718 jabs the remains of his cigarette in the ashtray and settles himself lower on his desk chair, using his arm to support his head by propping it on the armrest.
He catches a whiff of the nicotine in his fingers and grimaces. The worst part of an already nasty habit was all about the scents that lingered.
It's not even that Pharos is begging so sweetly to the camera. It's still performative enough not to stir. But the idea of him being unable to come while he got aroused over imagining sucking cock? That's something he wants to see.]
[ Mister E isn't the only one who chimes in and "allows" Kaveh to move. Several other users do too, and the blonde answers them all with a moan, with a rock of his hips as he reaches out to thumb the toy on again— this time, just on low. Only then does he pick the larger toy back up again, stroking over its length while he looks to the camera.
He breath hitches, and it's real. ]
Mm... thank you. Gonna... pick up where I left off before, show you how much I deserve to cum again, even though I broke the rules—
[ Pharos presses the toy back between his lips, not allowing himself the same warmup he had before— after all, it's barely been minutes— before he starts to fuck his mouth with the toy, moaning around it as his hips stutter and rock into the vibrator pressed into his ass.
He wonders if Mister E is touching himself now, or if he's still watching with a face Kaveh imagines as imperceptible. And he wonders, if they were face to face, if it were just the two of them, if he were crouched between his legs with his face buried in his lap, would the faceless viewer fist handfuls of his hair to pull him closer—
Kaveh gags around the toy as he pushes it too deep too fast, a whine in the back of his throat as he writhes on top of the vibrator. His free hand dances over the dial, and unable to see the chat to ask for permission or no, he takes matters into his own hands, turning it up a few notches and moaning, body shuddering his pleasure.
His lips tear away from the toy in his mouth, a too-loud moan cried to his room. ]
Tell me— ah, tell me you feel good. Please—
He breath hitches, and it's real. ]
Mm... thank you. Gonna... pick up where I left off before, show you how much I deserve to cum again, even though I broke the rules—
[ Pharos presses the toy back between his lips, not allowing himself the same warmup he had before— after all, it's barely been minutes— before he starts to fuck his mouth with the toy, moaning around it as his hips stutter and rock into the vibrator pressed into his ass.
He wonders if Mister E is touching himself now, or if he's still watching with a face Kaveh imagines as imperceptible. And he wonders, if they were face to face, if it were just the two of them, if he were crouched between his legs with his face buried in his lap, would the faceless viewer fist handfuls of his hair to pull him closer—
Kaveh gags around the toy as he pushes it too deep too fast, a whine in the back of his throat as he writhes on top of the vibrator. His free hand dances over the dial, and unable to see the chat to ask for permission or no, he takes matters into his own hands, turning it up a few notches and moaning, body shuddering his pleasure.
His lips tear away from the toy in his mouth, a too-loud moan cried to his room. ]
Tell me— ah, tell me you feel good. Please—
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