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This second chapter in the series is it all fiction is some of it non fiction I will leave that to your imagination Sir. If it is true names have been altered.
The Submissive Streamer : Chapter Two
Ad Dylan lay tossing and turning all night he could not get out of his mind he was being watched, throughout the night he had a massive hard on and decided himself that he was going to ignore it because he didn't want anyone to be watching him pleasure himself.
By six in the morning tho he couldn't take it anymore his hard on hurt it was that hard and he jumped out of bed without thinking of the cameras went and picked up his laptop and then opened it up remaining on top of the covers.
Loading up Nifty he went over to the Celebrity page and selected a High School Musical series before he started to slowly wank his cock as he read about EJ taking Ricky in the toilets and how reluctant Ricky was to accept who he was.
He started to speed up when a message on Snapchat appeared, it was from Master. Dylans cock leaked more cum as he read the message. `Beating my cock are you?'
Dylans head spun he knew he was rumbled he hadn't thought about it in his horny haze this morning that he would be available to be watched. He also didn't understand why he has changed both the Discord and Snapchat name to master something which had weighed on his mind heavily last night during his ever painful erection.
I'll give you pleasure.' Appeared in another message followed by, Will you do as I say slut.' Dylan looked at the camera and nodded his agreement. Another message followed, Good now go grab your dildo and ride it in the in a football shirt and socks.' Dylan was horny he had no control here as he nodded, Cum into a pair of boxers.'
Dylan stood took a pair of already dirty boxers and placed them on the floor, took a Liverpool kit the most degrading he owned and only brought because it was cheap and socks and put them on. He picked up his pink dildo as it was the smallest when another message appeared, `Record it on your own phone and e-mail me it bitch'.
Dylan immediately replied with a very simple message of pure broken belief, `Yes Sir.'
He then put the phone down and set the camera pulled on the boxers, trainers and the shorts extra to what he had been asked something which changing the name on Snapchat aswell as Discord was a behaviour he was getting used to he paused a moment and then he went over and hit the record button.
He walked intot he camera pulled the shorts and the boxers off neatly putting the black boxers on to the floor in front of the upright pink plastic dick he had set up. Picking it up he turned and again placed it behind him he looked down as he tried to impale himself on the pretty pink dildo. Only trying once he took it back to hand and lent over his bed bent over to the camera. Moaning softly he found the hole and pushed it in.
It felt perfect everything at this moment in time was perfect. Placing the base onto the heels of his trainers he then bounced on it moaning and fully submitting to what he truly was. He wanked his cock fast and hard it was then even he surprised himself, "I am just a fucking cum slut, master told me to make this video cause I'm just a dirty little slut." Dylan kept bouncing on the plastic toy lodged in his arse and wanking his cock. Wanting this feeling to last forever he continued to spout submissive garbage, "Fuck yeah, I love cock up my arse. Pound two in me." He moaned his mind was broken his words where panted.
He shifted his legs further apart as he felt the cum rising up, the horny ride was coming to an end and no one wanted that he re-arranged the boxers that was due to become a cum rage and moaned yet again, "Oh Yeah." He bit his bottom lip as he rode the cock not wanting the neighbours to know what he was doing.
Dylans mind raced as he moaned, "I should never let the team down, I should be punished." He re-arranged the boxers again under him some f his mind that was still working not to want to make a stain on the floor.
"So bad yeah..." He kept moaning as he felt the urge to cum building, as he sat on his knees he had to fix the cock in his arse which had fell slightly he just wanted to bounce on something. Moaning his face contorting and unable to even comprehend how slutty he currently looked he moaned, "Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah Punish me."
His breathing becoming more and more erotic he was lost to proper lust and he didn't care if this outted him as the submissive bitch he was. He had never ridden this high before and now he was loving it.
More incoherent moaning left Dylans lips as he finished a sentence with, "So I had to sit on a cock." He looked down his occasional glance at his hard cock throbbing in his hands. It was so close he was getting closer to covering his boxers.
"I deserved a worst punishment but he was generous." Dylan admitted to the camera. He was only told to ride a cock this morning and here he was punishing himself because he knew in his submissive brain that he was a total slut and he was happy to take it. He had fallen so hard and fast down a rabbit hole that there was no light now. His horniness was in overdrive and he only had one thing on his mind.
He moaned, "Oh yeah." Straight to the camera repeatedly he knew that within thirty seconds this would be over and he hated that. He was where he needed to be on his knees doing what others told of him.
His curly hair a mess the sweat of the night, the perspiration of this fake cock in his arse and bouncing and stroking felt perfect.
His breathing became heavier and louder, panting he started to cum. He looked down and re-organised the boxers to ensure it caught the cum one last time then looked at the camera it was the perfect snapshot of the moment that he would forever risk being outted and by his own hand.
His breathing now calming he kept milking his cock, he had stopped bouncing on the cock. Immediately he started to get the dread in the post orgasm wave. Visibly on Dylans face you could see it as he crawled to the phone and closed the recording.
`Send me the recording! You have my details'
Dylan looked down at the phone and replied still on his knees in the football shirt, socks and trainers. `Please, I'm not sure.'
`Watch that back and admit you don't love been on your knees for me' Came the reply.
Dylan watched it back and the shame washed over him as he hovered over the delete button. There are multiple times in a situation you can stop something and he knew his was one. Yet for some reason as the video came to a close he couldn't delete it. He tossed his phone to the side and went and jumped in the shower.
That stream came and went, the next the same, the next again. Dylan hadn't got off for several days and his mind kept going back to that moment when he wasn't in control. It had felt so good to be outside of his head. He had usually used alcohol for that but that felt better at the time. Yet the shame that had washed over him.
By the time he knew anything he was drunk laid on his bed needing release he tried and as much as he tried he couldn't find it in any normal porn. So he did what every slut did he used his X-Video account and posted his arse and his cock. He didn't know why it was later on a Saturday and he was bored and horny he had no idea what was going through his mind. He even filled the void filming himself riding a dildo in the shower. Followed by a wanking video and a teasing video saying he didn't know what to post.
He was desperate for Master to come back but he didn't want to message him first. It was then in his mid-afternoon drunken stupor he uploaded the video to X-Video of him wanking his cock, naked hard and fast, groaning. "Oh Yeah I need someone to abuse my hole." Before slapping his cock and balls several times. He didn't care he verified his account and uploaded i need ideas to post.
The rest of the day was a blur and much was left to be done he lay quietly in the morning in bed as he looked at a suggestion to get the curtains open or off. He got excited thinking it was Master who he had messaged yesterday according to old logs and five times on Discord.
Dylan not wanting to disappoint headed to the window opened his curtains and wanked while filming it the Fosters can on the window. He moaned and groaned, "Fuck yeah." As his much slower wank led to him repeating the ball slaps from the previous day. Dylan hated the look of his body as he begged, "Punish me Daddy, Punish me Sir, Punish me Master I don't care. Just punish me like the slut I am. Fuck yeah." He finished with a quick flurry of strokes and stopped before uploading the footage to X-Video.
He desperately wanted to catch Masters attention so he immediately sent the link in Snapchat and waited. The message was open... and closed.
Dylan felt like crying he was horny for control but did he want a session or did he want something more permanent.
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