Ryan's confidence bloomed overnight, watered by the $200 from his second stream and the flood of compliments in his inbox.
"You're a natural sub," one fan wrote. "Can't wait to see you take more."
He got out of bed, muscles loose from the edging session, his body rosy with residual arousal. The thigh-high stockings lay discarded on the floor, a reminder of Rye's awakening.
In the shower, he soaped his softening slender thighs, fingers tracing the faint smooth curves that seemed more pronounced today, hormones...., or just his imagination? He felt different....
His nipples, still tender, hardened under the spray, sending jolts to his little cock.
He stroked lazily, peaking again, denying release.
"Save it for tonight," he said to himself , the big dildo waiting like a challenge. His worship.
....
Dressed for work,slacks over fresh lace panties, baggy shirt to hide perky peaks. He grabbed coffee and headed out.
Ding!
The elevator dinged, and Mrs. Alvarez, his nosy neighbor from across the hall, stepped in beside him. She was in her 60s, always prying with a smile that meant more then a smile.
"Morning, Ryan! Sounded like you had company last night. Finally got yourself a girlfriend? Those moans hmm... good for you, dear chuckle.
About time you had some fun." Her wink was hinting, but Ryan's face burned crimson. The "moans" were his, echoing through thin walls during the stream.
He stammered, "Uh..ahh. yeah... something like that." She patted his arm. "She sounds passionate. Keep her around!"
The doors opened, and he fled, heart pounding, cock twitching at the humiliation...twist of shame turning to thrill.
Did she hear everything? The thought of being overheard, exposed..but it only fueled his submission more.
On the crowded subway, the press of bodies was unavoidable. Ryan squeezed into a corner, gripping the pole as the train lurched. Behind him, a tall stranger...broad-shouldered, dark-skinned, shifted closer with each stop.
At first, accidental; a brush against his ass. Then deliberate. Ryan felt it...a hard bulge lodging firmly in his ass crack through the thin fabrics, grinding softly with the train's sway.
Assault? Maybe, but his body betrayed him, hole clenching emptily, panties dampening with pre-cum. The man said nothing, just breathed hot on his neck, hand slipping to Ryan's hip for leverage holding him firmly in place.
Ryan bit his lip, stifling a moan, his tiny cock straining. He pushed back instinctively, grinding in rhythm with his strokes
Mhhhn!
The friction built, peaking him tenderly close....
Ha..ha.haa
panting softly, knees weak. "Good boy," the stranger whispered once, voice deep like reverbing like Carter's. Ryan nearly cummed, but.....
Ding!
..... the doors opened, the man left blending into the crowd. Left trembling, Ryan adjusted his cloths, the twist of violation twisting into desire.
Anonymous ownership....his new craving.
At Apex, the office buzzed, employees shuffling around for various meetings and activities, but Ryan'?
He was lost in his own world mind replaying the train encounter, the neighbor's words.....
Jake texted;
"Back Monday...team lunch? Spill the tea on any office drama I missed."
Ryan replied affirmatively, imagining Jake's reaction to his changes. Would he notice the softer walk, the subtle glow?
Carter's meeting loomed at noon. In the conference room, the boss presided like a king, his suit pant tight around his muscular thick thighs.
"Ryan, update on the financial forecasts?" Carter's gaze pierced, roaming on Ryan's blushing cheeks, his slightly parted lips....
Affirmative..well..
Ryan presented, voice wavering, panties tightening deliciously against his aroused skin. Carter nodded approval, but his eyes dipped to Ryan's chest...did he see the faint outline of hardened nipples?
"Impressive work... you're blossoming here."
The word "blossoming" hung, loaded, making Ryan squirm. Post-meeting, Carter clapped his shoulder, grip firm, thumb brushing Ryan's neck.
"Keep it up." Ryan nodded, cock leaking at the touch, submission fantasies roaring.
He was rearing to go
Lunch; alone in the break room, he peaked under the table, phone hidden, watching a quick clip of a femboy like him taking a massive dildo up his thick behind like a pro.
"Tonight," he promised himself. Work dragged, reports blurring with visions of the big black toy stretching him. By evening, homebound train less eventful, but the earlier assault replayed, building tension.
Apartment secured, Ryan prepped with ritualistic care. Shaved smooth everywhere, legs silky, ass inviting.
Makeup more pronounced; eyeliner framing his eyes, pink gloss on lips for that needy pout. Outfit: pink lingerie set, sheer and frilly, stockings stretched tight. The ring light haloed him, camera angled for full-body drama. He held the nine-inch black dildo, heart pounding....huge veiny monster, a stand-in for the real black gods he worshipped.
lips stretching around the head, gagging softly, saliva dripping. His tiny cock bulged against the panties, leaking steadily.
Slurp...gag.. slurp!
Live at 9 PM: viewers hit 80 fast, buzz from prior streams drawing them.
"Masters, tonight I conquer the big toy," he teased, waving it like a scepter. "This black monster for you. Watch your pussy submit."
Chat erupted:
"Stretch yourself!"
"Worship first."
On knees, he licked reverently, tongue tracing veins, deepthroating halfway, eyes watering for the camera.
"So huge... I need it owning me." Tips surged reaching $50 quickly. Lubed generously, he mounted it on the bed, suction firm. Reverse cowgirl, ass to lens, he teased the tip against his hole, circling, pushing.
The breach burned wide open, unyielding but he breathed, inching down.
"Fuck ohh, it's splitting me," he whimpered, voice cracking, tears streaking down....genuine. Halfway, he bounced, hole expanding..wide, pleasure blooming as it nudged against his prostate.
Hah...Squelch!...mh..hah!
Bouncing slow, moans escalated, hand stroking his nub. Nipples leaked through the sheer top. He milked them, clear drops beading.
"Look what you do... making me leak like a girl." Viewers peaked at 120, tips $200+.
"Deeper, slut!" He obliged, sinking fully, stuffed, body quivering.
Ohhhhh..ahh
Switched to missionary: legs spread wide, dildo plunging deep, face in frame...makeup smeared, lips swollen from sucking.
"This is for black gods... owning my pussy." The stretch was agony-ecstasy, each thrust hitting deeper, his spot abused. He edged ruthlessly, denying, begging chat for release.
"Please... let me cum on this monster."
Yes....yes...ohhhh....hah...ohhhhhhaahh!
Orgasm crashed hands-free....squirting clear, body convulsing, screams echoing.
Might Mrs. Alvarez hear? The thought twisted hotter hornyness spiking. Post-stream: $400 banked.
Soreness setting in, a delicious reminder. Cleaned up,
But the twists lingered: neighbor's praise, train's assault....hints of exposure bleeding into reality.
Jake's return Monday...would he sense the changes? Carter's lingering looks? Ryan fingered his sore hole in bed, peaking once more, the spiral coiling tighter. Confidence wasn't just Rye's; it seeped into Ryan, blurring lines, inviting danger...but pleasurable.