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One thing Kurt wasn’t expecting to come from his failed murder live stream was the onslaught of very aggressive, very horny messages and propositions.
A specific clip from his failed murder ‘skit’ was being passed around. Slowed down, edited to songs and posted along with captions varying in aggression. He didn’t really get it. After all, the clip was just him leaning back against his car seat and panting after wrestling with his attempted victim. Nothing special.
It wasn’t something he had ever experienced before, even on a smaller scale. So far everything in his life had led him to believe that he was absolutely and completely unwanted, undesirable and honestly? Kinda gross. Girls would cross the road to get away from him even during the day, people would look him and his clothes up and down with barely contained laughter. He was just…used to it.
So to have hundreds of people begging him to fuck them? Begging to fuck him ? He was getting drunk on the attention.
He just wanted people to watch him, he didn’t care why they were watching. And this was much easier than having to go through the trouble of getting away with the murders. He still really wanted to do that though, still had the urge. Maybe later.
But for now he had a completely new audience to cater to.
He made accounts on as many platforms that suited his needs as he could find.
A few camboy sites, the classic porn sites then a Twitter just to be safe. He could always clip sections and upload them onto there later, maybe he could even edit them to his music.
Several online purchases and hours of videos watched later he thinks he’s ready to go. He laughs to himself slightly that watching porn is sort of like homework for him now. He's never even had sex before, and he's never filmed himself doing something quite like this. Sure, he had a few boner videos and grainy, dark jerk off videos saved but this was just another level.
But it didn’t matter what he was doing, people were watching him which meant he existed, and that’s all he needed to go through with it.
He had already decided that the best course of action was to take a bunch of videos in advance first so he could post them and see the reactions, figure out the interest and what was working best. He was such a good content creator, maybe this would finally make people see that. He deserved all the views.
So many messages detailed wanting to see Kurt fuck himself open, some even linking dildos in shapes that made Kurt whine and hide his face in his pillow- grinding his hips wildly into his floor mattress at the thought alone.
So for his first video, he had quite a few boxes of toys to choose from. All of which made him clamp his legs shut tight to try to fend off the rising arousal when he sorted through them.
He hardly had any furniture in his room and even though there was no risk of his mom walking in on him anymore, the living room felt too open. His gaming chair was the best angle.
He couldn’t help but squirm as he set up his camera on the desk so it was facing directly at the chair where he’d placed his choice for his first video. A bright blue, 8 inch alien dildo.
The toy was incredibly thick, the kind of brand that gives their toys names and compares their size to coke cans which in itself should have been a warning. All in all it was an intimidating dildo. But on the Reddit forums he had scoured they all said nobody liked basic dildo videos anymore. And surely people on there wouldn't lie, so this kind of toy was his only option.
The biggest site he had signed up with had a built in editing program for videos, allowing you to stream privately to your files and edit it before posting which was best for him. So he had his camera linked up to his laptop with his phone signed in to make sure the video angle was right.
Hitting record on his camera, he awkwardly shuffled over to his chair. Heartbeat roaring in his ears as he tried to gulp down his nerves at the idea of what he was about to do. Prepping was embarrassing enough, this might actually kill him. He climbed onto the chair and positioned himself behind the toy, the length pressing up against his dick.
And fuck he couldn’t help but compare it’s length against his stomach, looking at how far inside him it’d go. Which was, to his horror and absolute glee, very far. He measured where the top rested with his hand and shot a shaky grin towards the camera.
Raising a leg over the left chair arm, he positioned himself just above the toy before slowly rubbing the top of the toy against his hole. He fisted a hand into his oversized sweater at the feeling and threw his head back.
He couldn’t hold in the low moan as the weird shape of its head slid inside him before immediately thinning and effectively working as a plug so It couldn’t slide out further.
He’d never done this before, so took a few shaky breaths and held himself open on the head trying to get used to the sensation.
Unfortunately, his gaming chair had other ideas. He’d leant too far to the side in his initial thrashing and one of the chair wheels had spun around to an awkward angle. When he relaxed his weight back, it caused the wheel to buckle under the movement and fall to the side. The sharp movement shook Kurt’s leg from the arm of the chair where he was holding himself up and forced him to fall back into the chair.
In one fast movement he sunk all the way down onto the toy, all 8 inches and weird shapes fucking into him before he could scramble away.
He threw his head back against the chair and groaned loudly, unable to feel anything else as black spots danced across his vision. He could feel all of the ridges rubbing against his insides. It hurt but it hurt just enough to feel fucking amazing at the same time.
His head lolled down to look at the damage and he couldn’t suppress the noise he let out at seeing the large bulge in his lower stomach. With stuttering movements he reached a hand down to push up against it from the outside, just behind his throbbing dick.
Something in the back of his head still seemed to be working through the overwhelming feeling and inner dialogue of moremoremore and reminded him that he was filming. He looked up and into the camera before delivering a shaky peace sign.
He took a deep breath and folded his legs by his side so he was kneeling on the chair, the position forcing him off the dildo base- rubbing it inside him slightly as he moved, making him whimper.
Both hands clutched desperately in his sweatshirt and looking straight into the camera, Kurt began to raise himself up slowly since he hadn't let himself adjust. At this pace he could feel every bump and ridge dragging against him, some brushing up against a stop that almost made him drop right back down.
But as soon as he reached the head he thought to himself…Hey, already done it once, can’t hurt to do it again. And he let himself drop all the way down again.
It caused the toy to slam into him roughly and he couldn’t help but kick his legs uselessly against the chair as sharp shocks of pleasure shot through him. His dick was twitching against his full stomach but he forced himself to avoid touching it. He really wanted to try cumming untouched. Christ knows it wouldn’t be hard if he kept feeling like that.
The harsh movement felt too fucking good and he began setting a brutal pace, previous worries lost somewhere in the fog of his mind.
He could hardly hear the lewd squelching of the toy slamming into him over his own loud and uncontrolled moans. He’d never been good at keeping quiet, having to bite hoodie covered fists when he’d jerk off before. But this was next fucking level.
Just pouring out as he bounced up and down wildly, hands thrown above him to yank on the back of the chair as he fucked down onto the toy.
He hoped his viewers liked it when people were vocal because he really could not shut the fuck up.
Between punched out moans and whimpers he couldn’t help the stream of mumblings-
Just “fuck me, fuck me, please- please fuck me I’m being so good” and “I'm your good boy I'm your good boy I’m your-“
He wasn't even picturing someone in particular, he just wanted the imaginary guy to go faster, use him and fuck him harder.
Or maybe it was for his future viewers, he wanted to be so good for everyone, they all wanted to see him so badly and he wanted to be seen in return.
They could hold him down, slap him a little, hurt him however they wanted and he’d be so good and take it all, take anything they gave him
This, of course, was also being said out loud since his brain to mouth filter had just completely stopped.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum, please let me cum I’m gonna-“
The constant pushing of the toy inside had led to that familiar feeling in his stomach without even touching his dick.
He’d never been so turned on in his life. sure it felt good enough but the entire scene was doing just as much for him, the thought that people wanted to see him hurting himself on a huge toy till he was crying for it playing heavily in his mind.
He tried to keep his eyes open and facing the camera as he finished but he just couldn’t- his head hit the back of the chair as he sank all the way down one last time. Violent shakes tore through his body as he came, Kurt rutting down onto the toy in tiny movements to milk the orgasm for as long as he could.
He was pretty sure he’d never come that hard before but from the little whimpers still exiting his throat he certainly planned to again.
God knows how long he sat trying to calm his breathing, but just as he was about to pull off the toy a muffled chime taught his attention. He had thrown his phone into a pile with some clothes before he started, but he listened in and heard the repeated dings that he hadn’t when he’d been so absorbed in his fun.
Shit.
It was the streaming site he was uploading his video to for editing.
Another chime, followed by a robotic voice muffled by the covers on his mattress. “ Go again bitch, who said you could stop?”
He’d been live streaming.
He should feel embarrassed. He’d wanted to edit these videos and practice before anyone saw.
But…the viewers didn’t seem to mind one bit. Multiple chimes and crude comments ringing out from his phone as Kurt panted heavily watching the views go out on his laptop.
Who was he to turn down so many fan requests?
So with tears beginning to well up in his eyes at the overstimulation, Kurt forced himself up on shaky legs and smiled dopily at the camera,
Before dropping right back down again.