Ryan awoke with the sun filtering through his blinds, casting striped shadows across his bed.
The afterglow from his first stream lingered like a secret thrill, mingling with the faint ache in his hole from the plug.
$50 earned
Real money, earned by exposing his submissive side to strangers. It felt empowering, dirty, and utterly addictive. He checked the app on his phone:
a few new subscribers, comments praising his "cute moans" and "tight little pussy." His tiny cock twitched at the words, a instinctive response to the validation. For years, his feminine body had been a curse....bullied in high school, overlooked at work...but now...here, it was currency, a desire incarnate.
He showered slowly, soaping his smooth skin, fingers lingering on his nipples. They felt more sensitive today, perking under the warm water, a faint tingle shooting straight to his groin.
Was it from the play last night? Or his body's way of urging him deeper? He dried off, dressing for work in loose slacks to hide any telltale bulges, but the lace panties from the kit called to him from the drawer.
On impulse, he slipped them on underneath—black, hugging his fat perky ass, a hidden reminder of Rye. The fabric rubbed teasingly as he walked to the subway ass trembling with every step, each step building a low hum of arousal.
At Apex, he settled into his cubicle, spreadsheets blurring as fantasies intruded:
Carter striding in, locking the door, forcing him to kneel and beg to be fucked
Mid-morning, Jake's text from yesterday nagged—his return next week loomed, a mix of comfort and anxiety. Jake knew the old Ryan, the one who hid his softness. What would he think of the changes?
Ryan pushed it aside, focusing on a team email from Carter: "All hands meeting at 11. Be sharp."
The boss's name alone stirred him, imagining that deep voice commanding not reports, but submission. In the conference room, Carter dominated, his broad shoulders straining his suit, dark skin glowing under the lights.
"Ryan, walk us through the projections." Carter's eyes locked on him, intense, appraising, unreadable. Ryan stammered through his slides, feeling exposed, panties digging into his soft skin.
Did Carter notice the blush on his cheeks? The way his voice pitched higher under pressure?
Lunch was solitary, an hotdog at his desk while scrolling the streaming site.
Tips trickled in offline..$10 more. A message from DomKing:
"Last night was hot, pussy. Stream again soon...show more skin." Ryan's cock lengthened in his slacks, pressing against the lace. He glanced around, heart racing, and slipped to the bathroom stall. Hand plurging into his pants, he squeszed and rubbed quickly, imagining DomKing's commands in real time, black cock filling his screen, his mouth.
"God ahnn! Am beyond redemption ohhhfuck!
He edged, biting his lip to stifle moans, cum denied for tonight's show. Back at his desk, focus shattered, he wrapped up early, eager for home.
.....
The apartment welcomed him with silence, but Rye's stage awaited. He prepped with care: thigh-high stockings rolled up his legs, silky against his skin... tight, garter belt clipped to hold them taut. The black set accentuated his slim thighs, making them look fuller, more inviting.
Makeup trial: a swipe of eyeliner, gloss on his full lips. Mirror check...feminine, seductive, nipples visible through the sheer crop top he'd added from his closet...leaking. The ring light softened everything, turning vulnerability into allure.
He went live at 8 PM, viewers joining faster....30 within minutes, word of the new sub spreading.
"Hello, masters," he purred, voice smoother, confidence budding. "Rye's here to worship. I crave black monster dick—make me your pussy tonight." Chat lit up:
"Sexy stockings!"
"Bend over."
He complied, turning to show his ass, garter straps framing his cheeks. Spanks followed ripples marrying his ass, light at first, then harder on request, the sting heightening his arousal.
Tips dinged..$15, $25. His tiny cock tented the panties, leaking pre-cum.
DomKing appeared, tipping $30:
"Play with those nipples, slut. Pinch till they leak."
Ryan obeyed, tweaking them through the top, gasping as sensitivity flared. A drop beaded, soaking the fabric...new, embarrassing, but thrilling. "See what you do to me?" he whimpered, rubbing it in.
Viewers surged to 50, commands pouring:
"Finger your hole." He lubed two fingers, panties pulled aside, circling his rim teasingly.
The camera caught every quiver, his face flushed, lips parted breath misting.
"For you... stretch me for your big black cocks." He pushed in, scissoring slowly
Ohhhhhh!, moans high and needy. The burn turned to pleasure, his spot grazed, cock throbbing untouched.
Yes~ahnn fuck!~mhhhn
He edged masterfully, hand on his three-inch nub, denying release.
"Beg for permission," a tipper demanded. "Please, sirs... let your pussy cum." Tips hit $100, and he exploded, weak watery ropes staining the sheets, body arched in pure ecstasy.
Post-stream: $200 earned.
He lay spent, high soaring. Physical whispers: thighs softer, rubbing silkily in stockings; nipples puffy, aching for more.
Money transferred home..$150 this time.
Mom called: "Ryan, you're an angel. This covers the loan for now, take good care of yourself. Eat well love you"
Jake's return texted again "Monday, man. Gonna grill you on what's new." Ryan smiled nervously, imagining confessing, Jake's eyes darkening with desire. Fantasies evolved:
streaming with an audience including coworkers, exposed, owned.
Sleep came with dreams of Carter and Jake tag-teaming, black bodies dominating his white frame. Confidence grew...Rye wasn't just a side gig; he was awakening. The sexual tension at work would simmer, Jake's arrival a catalyst. The spiral beckoned, deeper still.