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A lewd moan echoed in the room as Wooyoung let himself sink down on the dildo, the toy pressing in all the right places and making his thighs tremble from both pleasure and exertion. He let out a shaky inhale as he moved his hips up again, reading a few comments flooding the tchat through wet and blurry eyes.
CrimsonSilk: Trembling so pretty like always
D4ddy4sub: Keep that up baby ride that big cock faster
Grand_Duke: Does it feel good, Good lil’ boy? Are you enjoying yourself?
“Shit—” Wooyoung cursed under his breath and moaned, his eyes going shut as the toy pressed against his prostate perfectly when he sank down on it with just a little more force. “What about you dear viewers?” he asked, breathless, “Do you enjoy watching me fucking myself so good? Do you imagine it could be you under me? Sinking your big fat cock inside my hole?”
Wooyoung bit his lip hard, a whimper slipping out as he started riding the dildo faster in languid roll of hips, chasing his own release. His back arched slightly, one hand gripping the sheets beside him for balance as the other held the toy beneath him. The comments were flying faster now, flashing on screen like fireworks.
A red message popped up, signifying the user had just gave a tip:
CrimsonSilk: Oh god yes I’m imagining it’s me you’re riding right now
Another chimed in:
Sluttybitch47: Fuck yes tho I’d make you scream so loud
He giggled breathlessly between moans, turned on by their words but he was waiting for one of them particularly. One that soon popped on the screen.
Grand_Duke: Such a good boy, offering such a beautiful show, making us feel so good… Why don’t you come on that cock now? Show us how much you enjoy yourself.
Wooyoung’s breath hitched at Grand_Duke’s message, his favorite viewer and ‘friend’ if you could call him like that, the one he always waited for. The deep, commanding tone in those words sent a thrill through him, making his core tighten and his movements grow more desperate.
“Y-yes… I’m—I’m such a good boy,” he whimpered aloud, voice trembling with need as he obeyed without hesitation. His hips snapped down harder now, rhythmless but frantic as pleasure coiled tighter inside him. “Gonna come now—gonna come daddy—”
The dildo slid in and out perfectly with each bounce, hitting that sweet spot again and again until his vision blurred at the edges. He could feel it building, the heat low in his belly growing unbearable and when another tip notification chimed, probably from Grand_Duke, it was all too much.
A high-pitched cry tore from Wooyoung's lips as he finally came undone, his orgasm wracking through him while tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He came all over the sheets, just in front of the camera and let himself fall on the dildo fully, spasming around it, not moving until he came down his high.
He was breathing loudly, small whimpers leaving his bitten lips occasionally before he started giggling when he looked down at the mess he just made.
“Well, if that wasn't perfect, I came so much,” he paused to breathe as he slowly lifted himself up, the toy sliding out of his hole, slick with sweat and lube. “Bet you wish your cum could drip down from my hole and slide along my thigh,” to accentuate his words he deliberately rubbed it with his fingertips, “Wish I could be filled up too…”
The tchat absolutely exploded at Wooyoung's post-orgasmic teasing, a flood of tips and messages lighting up the screen like a neon sign. The most prominent one, bold, dominant font, stood out among the chaos:
AnonXm0us: I’d fill you so deep, pretty boy. You wouldn’t walk right for days
Another followed immediately after:
CrimsonSilk: Fuck… I wanna lick that mess off you
A few heart emojis rained down before someone sent another tip.
Grand_Duke: Came so pretty and made such a pretty mess. You deserved to rest properly like the good boy you were tonight, once again.
Wooyoung giggled again at their reactions but his focus stayed mostly on Grand_Duke's replies since they always carried more weight to him. He licked his lips subtly when he read how gentle and caring he sounded, like this man knew it was what Wooyoung needed.
Without thinking too hard about it because overthinking ruined everything, Wooyoung rubbed his thighs up, arching his back voluntary before whispering huskily,
“Maybe one day... someone will get their wish granted. Until then, see you next time, dear.”
And with that he extended one of his arms, making sure no one could see his face and cut the live. Wooyoung let himself fall on his back on the mattress and let out a long sigh of exhaustion.
Don’t get him wrong, he loved doing that, loved being a camboy even if it was exhausting. He came to like it with time.
It started as something simple a few months ago.
Wooyoung was really tight on money after losing his part-time job, debts had accumulated faster than he had anticipated and the tuition fees for his studies were fast approaching. He was desperate. There was no other way to describe it.
His new job covered the basics, but only barely. Rent disappeared from his account the day he got paid, bills followed, and whatever was left was never enough. He cut back on everything he could. Cheap instant meals replaced proper dinners. Nights out became excuses he declined. He even started walking home instead of paying for public transport whenever he could.
Still, every week ended with his bank account sinking deeper into the negative.
He spent countless nights scrolling through job listings, applying to anything that fit his schedule. Cafés, convenience stores, warehouses, tutoring… Anything. Most never replied, the few that did offered hours that clashed with his classes or paid even less than what he would spend getting there.
But one night, while doom-scrolling instead of sleeping, he stumbled across a discussion about content creators making money online. At first, he laughed it off. There was no way he would ever do something like that. Then he saw people talking about how quickly tips came in if you were making good content.
He closed the app. Opened it again less than two minutes later. Desperation had a way of making impossible ideas sound... practical.
He spent days thinking about it before finally creating an account on a rather safe gay platform. He convinced himself it would only be temporary, just enough to survive until he found something better and he was careful from the very beginning. His face never appeared on camera. He chose angles that concealed his identity, cropped every frame meticulously, and made sure nothing in the background could reveal who he was.
He even used a pseudonym totally anonymous, Good_lil’_b0y.
The first live took him nearly three hours to start because he kept second-guessing himself. His finger hovered over the starting button for what felt like forever and when he finally pressed it, he almost turned it off immediately afterward.
But he kept going, it must have shown that he was a beginner because people commented on it, gave him advice, told him he should reangle his camera and Wooyoung, smartass little brat Wooyoung, took it as a way to start playing with them.
Asking questions, making more noise, asking directives.
By the end of the stream he already had tips and subscribers. Not many, he could count them on his fingers, but just enough to make his heart race. And the first payout after the first month wasn't life-changing, but it covered a bill he'd been putting off for weeks.
Then came other subscribers, bigger tips started appearing alongside messages complimenting his content, asking for more, requesting custom sets or laundry. Within two months, he was earning more from the platform than he'd made at his old part-time job.
For the first time in weeks, he paid his rent without panicking. His debts began shrinking instead of growing, he paid his tuition before the deadline, he slept through the night.
At first, he kept telling himself he'd stop once everything was settled.
Just one more month. One more paycheck. One more debt cleared.
But when the debts disappeared and he found a better job... he didn't close the account. The money was simply too good to ignore. It became less about survival and more about comfort. Being able to buy decent groceries without checking every price tag. Replacing worn-out shoes instead of patching them together. Putting money into savings for emergencies instead of praying none would happen.
Somewhere along the way, he also stopped dreading creating content.
He discovered that he liked being in control of it all. Choosing the lighting, planning photoshoots he would share, teasing subscribers with previews, watching the numbers climb after every live. The compliments still embarrassed him sometimes, but they also gave him a confidence he'd never realized he lacked.
It wasn't just easy money anymore. It had become something he genuinely enjoyed. Even more since he started looking for others' content and found Grand-Duke’s account and slipped inside his DM. Just for advice because the other man was attractive, a service Dom with a Sub, and very encouraging when he commented on Wooyoung's live streams and gave him very good advice in the end.
Yeah… Wooyoung ended up liking being a camboy… Which only made it harder to explain. Not that he ever intended to. No one knew in his circle. Not his classmates, hell it would be so embarrassing. Not the friends he'd known for years, he could bear many things, but he would not bear Mingi’s teasing or Yeosang’s judgment… Not even San knew. Especially not San.
The thought of his best friend finding his profile was enough to make his stomach twist into knots even though Wooyoung knew it was irrational, from what he knew, San wasn’t interested in man, unfortunately and fortunately for him.
And Wooyoung also took every precaution imaginable. Separate email, separate bank account, VPN, anonymous username. Call him paranoid but he would rather do these things a million times than face embarrassment.
His online life and his real one existed in two completely different worlds and if he had any say in it, they would never collide.
Wooyoung stayed where he was for another minute, staring up at the ceiling while the quiet settled over the room. The only sound left was the low hum of his computer and the faint buzz of notifications that he deliberately ignored. He'd check the stream statistics later. Right now, all he wanted was a deserved warm shower.
With a groan, he pushed himself upright and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The aftermath of every stream followed the same routine. He reached for the tissues on his nightstand first, wiping away the excess lubricant from his thighs and the few beads of cum along his now flaccid dick. Then he moved around the bed, stripping the dirtied sheets, better to wash it immediately so it won’t stain the sheets or the mattress.
Once the bedding was piled beside the bedroom door, he turned his attention to the silicone toy resting where he'd set it down. He picked it up carefully, carrying it toward the bathroom sink. A bottle of cleaner sat in the cabinet beneath the basin alongside a clean towel he'd long ago designated for moments like this.
Spray. Wash. Rinse.
The routine was almost meditative now.
After drying it thoroughly, he tucked it back into the discreet storage box he kept hidden in the bottom drawer of his dresser. Lid closed. Drawer shut. Another small ritual completed.
Only then did he gather the laundry again and carry it to the washing machine in the tiny corner of his apartment that served as a laundry nook. He tossed in the sheets, measured detergent almost absentmindedly, pressed the familiar buttons, and listened until the drum began its slow rotation.
One less thing to think about.
Back in the bathroom, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. The mix of his blond and black hair was plastered messily to his forehead, cheeks still flushed, and there were faint marks where he'd bitten his lip a little too hard. He looked exhausted more than anything else.
"...Rough night," he muttered to his reflection with a crooked smile.
He twisted the shower handle, waiting as the water warmed and steam slowly filled the small room. He stepped beneath the spray with a relieved sigh. The hot water washed away the lingering stickiness and sweat, easing the ache from muscles he hadn't realized he'd been tensing for the past hour. He stood there longer than he probably needed to, letting the warmth loosen his shoulders while the constant rush of water drowned out every lingering notification waiting on his phone.
For a little while, there was no live stream, or subscribers, or tips he thoroughly earned, or anonymous usernames asking for more.
Just Wooyoung, standing under hot water in a tiny apartment, trying to convince himself that tomorrow's lecture at eight in the morning was still a good idea after another late-night stream.
Eventually, he reached for the shampoo.
Life had a funny way of demanding normality, no matter what he'd been doing an hour earlier. Tomorrow he'd be back in class, half-asleep with a coffee in one hand, listening to a professor explain material he'd probably have to reread later. His classmates would complain about assignments, San would almost certainly drag him somewhere for lunch, Mingi would be loud enough to earn annoyed looks from strangers, not that Wooyoung was better than him in that matter, and Yeosang would pretend not to know any of them.
Just another ordinary day. Exactly the way Wooyoung intended to keep it.