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"Starting the stream," Techno mutters, a sort of melodic tone to his voice. He's mostly just talking to himself as he finalizes everything and the first few viewers start to trickle in. His regulars, ever punctual.
He leans away from his laptop, looking over the viewport on screen one last time to check the angle and lighting. It all looks good, at least for now. Sometimes he wishes he had someone else to help, for the filming if nothing else. The amount of times he'd accidentally knocked his camera over and ruined the moment having to scramble for it with dirty hands was embarrassing.
Messages are starting to come in now.
how have you been techno?
Omg you're back
"Hullo," Techno responds mildly, feeling the anticipation simmering in his gut. It's too early to get started still, he has to talk to his chat, but every part of him itches to just start the show. "I've got somethin' special today, chat. You're gonna love it."
a surprise?
Of course we'll love it.
can u show hole pls
Techno scoffs lightly at the messages. He keeps responding to some of the messages, greeting returning viewers he recognizes. They all have their own ways of trying to flirt with him, to get in Techno's good graces, and just the thought of them being so desperate for his approval makes Techno want to play along. He's just laughing softly at a message, eyes scanning once more over the usernames in chat, when he sees it, finally.
The username is stupid. Quackmeister99. Every time he reads it, Techno can't help but grin and laugh. Quacks, as Techno had taken to calling him, was his top donator, month after month. He would tune in for every one of Techno's streams, always dropping high dollar amounts to catch Techno's attention, to receive special care. It was tantalizing, so much so that Techno hardly cared how much he was alienating his other viewers when he acquiesced to the other's demands.
"Quacks, I was wonderin' when you were gonna show up," Techno remarks, smiling and standing, walking out of the view of the camera immediately. He rotates the camera, pointing it more directly towards his bed now. He could've done it laying down, but he wanted to keep his outfit a secret until it was time for the reveal.
"You guys are gonna go insane for this," Techno says, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. He pauses for one last look at the chat, scanning the messages. Nothing from Quacks.
Techno crawls onto his bed, careful to avoid moving the laptop, and sits on his knees, letting his arms hang at his sides so the camera gets an unobscured view of his body. He'd been waiting for this for what felt like months, picking the outfit, getting it made, putting everything together.
The soft fur of the tail plug brushes against his leg, and he lets his chest visibly raise and fall as he moves his hands to the front of his body. Shyly lifting his skirt to show off where he was already starting to get hard, his cock encased in fragile lace as pastel pink as his skirt. The color was as close of a match as he could manage to the color of his hair, with the black furred ears standing stark against the blushing color.
"So? What's the verdict?" Techno asks, unable and unwilling to keep the excitement out of his voice. He leans in to read chat again, soaking in the praise being given by his viewers.
you're so fucking hot omg
pspspspspsps
Fuck, wanna fuck you already
Still nothing from Quacks. Techno sucks his lip absentmindedly. Maybe he's deciding to play hard to get today. That's fine, Techno still had one more trick up his sleeve. For now, though, the show had started, and he had to do something to smooth over the sharp desire building up in him.
He returns to his position sitting on his knees, thighs spread wide apart for the prying eyes of his viewers. He was careful to keep his skirt hanging just low enough to keep his cock concealed, not wanting to spoil them too much, too quickly.
Instead, he presses a hand down his thigh, caressing slowly, like a tease. He lets a small whine build in his chest, bringing his hand back up his body to feel up his abdomen, push up the already cropped sailor uniform shirt to cup his tit. This time, he lets out a full on moan, letting his hips buck up as he rubs his thumb roughly against his nipple.
He's moving slowly on purpose, being teasing just for the sake of it. It's harder to read from this distance, but Techno can still see the entitled whining filling his chat, demanding he take this and that off, that he do something or other to himself.
"Y'all know the rules," he says, not stopping his hand. He keeps his voice breathy and a little unsteady, for effect. "If you want somethin', open your wallet."
Seconds pass before Techno's laptop dings with a donation. He keeps the text big enough so that he can read it from a distance, and Techno grins when he sees who it's from. "Quacks, thanks for the donation. 'You look extra cute today, take the shirt off and let me see you,'" Techno reads the donation aloud, blushing lightly at the command.
"Heh, well, ya paid for it," is all Techno says before he pulls the tiny pink thing over his head. He went through the extra effort of getting jewelry that matched his outfit. Pink studded diamond piercings encase his nipples, the cold metal pressing against sensitive skin. The piercings were still one of his best ideas to date.
Sighing softly, Techno begins to feel himself up more, squeezing both his tits and rocking his hips forward. Everything is so much more sensitive when he's on display like this, knowing that right now, his viewers were pleasuring themselves to him. To watching him touch himself, moan, be bossed around by whoever paid the most. Fuck, he's such a whore, and he squeezes his eyes shut with the sudden need to have it be someone else calling him that.
He's so hard now, the skirt isn't actually hiding his erection. His dick stretches the thin fabric of his panties, with the skirt barely hanging over it to hide it from view. The base of his bulge is more than visible.
"Fuck, chat, I'm so turned on already. C'mon, wanna touch myself, please let me," he mumbles, mouth falling open as he pants lightly. He knows the mic is picking it up; he has it turned up so much, it'll catch everything. Every noise, every sharp intake of breath, every whimper and moan. He looks into the camera, biting his lip as he brings one of his hands down from fondling his tits to pull up his skirt, teasing himself with fingertips brushing against his inner thighs.
Another donation. "Ah, thank you for the dono. 'You can touch yourself, pretty boy, but keep the panties on. Let me see how soaked you can get.' Mm, thank you," Techno sighs through his nose as he finally lets his fingers press against his achingly hard cock. Already he can feel a comfortable rhythm setting in, as he finds his groove and his viewers get more and more engrossed in the show.
Techno rocks his hips as he palms his cock, letting small moans fall freely from his lips as he gets himself off. The tail plug keeps moving with every shift of hips, sometimes making a high pitched sound escape from him as it pressed against his walls. He desperately wished someone, anyone was here with him, that he could feel their gaze on him as he shamelessly worked to bring himself to the brink of pleasure.
He peeks at his chat, moaning at the possessive and needy messages coming through.
fuck yeah baby, you look so good for me. keep going just like that
i wanna hear you scream my name
panties off holy shit please
But one message sticks out, highlighted in his chat with Quacks being marked VIP.
You're being such a desperate slut. I bet you're needy for my cock already, aren't you?
Techno moans then, hips wiggling, searching for friction to stave off the need growing inside him. This is why he loved entertaining Quacks, he always knew just the right thing to say to make Techno's cock pulse even harder.
"Yes sir, I need your cock so badly, wanna feel you stretchin' me out, fuck," Techno whines, unable to resist the urge to start jerking his cock in earnest. His hole clenches down on the tail plug, but it's not enough, he still feels empty.
"Chat, mm, I've still got somethin' else t'show y'all," Techno manages to get out, keeping his hand moving on his dick. The friction of the thin fabric against his cock, now soaked with his precum, keeps him on edge and wanting more. He can't wait to see if his chat is comprehending what he's saying, simply reaching underneath the pillows sat at the front of his bed.
He pulls out a large dildo, pale hand standing out against the hot pink plastic shaft. He's seen it before, of course, but he was waiting to use it until this stream, and his heartbeat speeds up with the thought of how this thing will feel inside him. It even vibrates.
"This was a suggestion from one of you guys," Techno says, purposefully not mentioning who had brought the toy to Techno's attention. Instead, he grasps the toy with both hands, opening his mouth to press a big lick down the shaft. His cock sits neglected between his legs, flushed red and beginning to leak, as Techno works his mouth on the toy.
Teasing like this is one of Techno's favorite things to do on stream. It's far from as satisfying as a real blowjob would be, but when he puts enough effort into it, he can get just as messy as he would have if he was slobbering over a real cock. His viewers go crazy for it too, when he moves in close to the camera and lets it focus on his lips shiny with his own spit, the thick tip of the dildo pressed against his lips and glistening.
Techno looks up with lidded eyes when his laptop displays another donation. "Th'nks for th' dono," he sort of slurs out with the cock still in his mouth. He pulls it out after a moment to continue reading. "'Stop teasing and fuck yourself with it already.' So demandin', sir. 'M not even stretched."
He had stretched himself before the stream, laid out on his bed with his fingers curling up against his walls. At least, the intention had been to stretch himself. He needed to get the tail plug in, but even once he was open enough for that, he couldn't bring himself to stop. He would be able to fit the dildo, just not with ease.
I'm sure your slutty little hole can take it. Be a good boy for me and I'll reward you later.
Techno hums and whines, dragging his palm hard across his dick. Reluctantly, he pulls his hand away from himself and sets the toy aside, turning and adjusting his position. He sits on his hands and knees, angled such that his ass was pointed towards the camera. He pulls his panties down over the swell of his asscheeks, letting them see the tail plug still inside him. His twitchy hole stretched around the plug, on full display for his viewers. He only waits a few moments before shuffling the rest of the way out of them, feeling needy with the way the movement causes the plug to shift.
He can't help but turn, straining his neck to see what he looks like to his stream. His ass takes up the majority of the camera, and his legs are spread wide enough that his cock hangs freely and uselessly between his legs, twitching with precum building up at the slit. It's such a perfect view it makes Techno groan at just how much of him is on display right now, for anyone who clicks on his stream to see.
It's hard to resist the urge to shake his ass just a little, feeling the tail brush across his thighs as he does so. He laughs a little at the reaction he knows that'll get from chat, before he reaches behind himself. He keeps himself as relaxed as possible, letting his face press into his bed sheets as he slowly pulls the tail plug out, feeling the widest part of the plug drag against him.
It's not very big, as it is ultimately a tail plug, meant for decoration more than anything else, and barely quenches the burning thirst building in Techno's chest. It still is enough to leave his hole open slightly, clenching around nothing as he sits for a second, giving himself a break and letting his viewers see as much as they would like before he gets started.
Techno sits up for just a moment to grab the lube from his bedside table, just to be safe. The bottle is about halfway full, and he knows he's probably going to use at least half this today. His viewers like it when he looks wet.
He turns back around then, facing his laptop once more to read his chat. He supports himself with one arm, the other reaching behind himself once again to keep two fingers in his hole.
you're such a needy whore
fuck im already close
i bet that thing's gonna rip him in two lmao
Techno stays silent as he reads chat, blinking slowly. He pushes his fingers deeper, searching for his prostate, needing something to drown out the low buzz in his mind. It's hard to reach, like this, but worth it for the flood of messages he sees every time he whines from fucking himself on his fingers.
good boy
youre such a good boy
he deserves to be rewarded
There were all types of people in his chat. Those who wanted to degrade him, those who wanted to praise him. Those who wanted to fuck him, those who wanted to be fucked by him. He didn't particularly care for pandering to any specific fantasies of his viewers without the money to make it worth his wile.
Quacks just so happened to be of the group who wanted him so badly they spent hundreds of dollars just to get him to acquiesce to their commands. Techno called him sir, whined and moaned his name, wrote it on his thighs and tits, and in return Quacks helped him get off and paid him for his time. It was a good working relationship, and if Techno sometimes imagined his faceless viewer watching him while he got off during his free time, no one had to know.
Figuring he's kept everyone waiting long enough, Techno turns so his ass is facing the camera again. He squirts lube onto his hand, using much more than necessary to slick up the dildo. The toy is practically dripping with it when he finally presses it against his hole. He can't help but tease just a little more, rubbing the blunt head of the toy across his hole, making himself squirm with anticipation.
As expected, his computer goes off with donation after donation, most likely his impatient viewers begging him to move on. Techno knows by the sound that they're only small ones, and he feels little guilt about ignoring them in favor of his own pleasure. However, he can only tease himself for so long, and the emptiness he feels is only getting worse.
Techno moans loud and long as he pushes the large dildo into himself, trying to relax to make the process easier on himself. "Fuck, it's so big," he whines, more for the benefit of his viewers than anything, but he's barely acting. The dildo is big, bigger than he thought it would be, and every inch he presses it into himself, the fuller he feels. Some part of him preens at it, finally satisfying the itch that's been bothering him this whole time.
It doesn't take much time for him to fully hilt the dildo inside him, panting softly as he does so. It really is big, by far the biggest he's ever taken, and it takes a few seconds for him to even start adjusting to the stretch. The burn of it only serves to make his head feel even cloudier, and he desperately wishes he could just lose himself to it. He still has his chat to entertain though, and he has to stay present enough to continue the stream.
He still allows a few more seconds to pass to give himself time to adjust. He already knows he's going to be feeling this in the morning, no reason to make it any harder on himself. "Whaddya think, chat? Look good?" His voice sounds breathy and needy even to his own ears, and it's not long before a donation comes through that he has to strain his back to read.
It's from Quacks. Techno's breath hitches when he realizes, excitedly scanning his eyes over the message. "Go on and start fucking yourself. Not too fast, let us see your slutty hole get ruined by that thick cock," he reads. "Y-yes sir," Techno moans out, slowly pulling the dildo back out of him. He tries to press himself further into the bed, doing his best to push his body into the perfect position to be fucked. He desperately wishes there was someone else there to force him into position, press a hand down on the small of his back as they pressed into him. Again, his mind wanders to Quacks, and he moans as he pushes the dildo back into his hole.
"Hah, chat, it feels so good just like this, fuck," he continues on thrusting the dildo in and out, trying to follow the command given to him. It's hard to resist the urge to speed up, especially as he gets used to it and the painfully slow pace he set becomes not enough. Even with the thick cock stretching him, he knows he could take more. It'd be so easy for him to overstimulate himself and become a drooling, cock drunk mess for his viewers. He can't keep going without permission though, and as far as he can tell, his chat is more than happy with his current display.
he looks like such a needy slut rn
I can see his cock twitching, It's so cute...
why can't it be ME stretching him like that!! 😭
"Chat, please... Please, let me go f-faster," Techno's breath hitches as the head of the dildo brushes against his prostate, his legs trembling slightly. He can't even begin to imagine how pathetic he looks right now, begging a bunch of strangers to allow him to get off. He'd managed to adjust to the massive length and girth of the dildo, but with how big it was, he could barely pull it all the way out of him. Each time he thrusted in he grinded it into his hole, needy and desperate for more pleasure.
"It feels like it's fucking into my lungs, hah, p-please," he continues to beg, getting lost in the sensation already. If he angles his wrist a little, he can very easily grind the head of the dildo into his prostate while still following the order that was given to him, and once he discovers that, he can't resist it. He moans continuously, getting louder as he goes. He can feel the way the dildo is stretching and reshaping his hole to fit its girth, the way his body jerks when he hits his prostate head on.
A donation rings out from his laptop. It takes a few seconds for Techno to rip himself away from the steadily increasing pleasure to read it. "Y-you can speed up, but, ah, don't m-make yourself cum." It's a struggle to get the words out, even moreso when he realizes what's being said. Techno bites his lip, holding back the urge to beg and whine even more. He's not used to having to edge, but he can do it, he can be good. He's here to do what his viewers want and let them use him to get off. If they want him to edge, then he'll do it.
Techno lets out a deep breath before readjusting his grip on the base of the dildo, straightening up to not abuse his prostate so much. He can't cum, so he can't overwhelm himself, he needs to be good. His viewers have probably came so much to him already, just from how he's been touching himself. That thought spurs him on as he picks up the pace, his voice kicking into a higher register. He can't stop letting out slutty sounds, pausing whenever it feels like he might be getting close.
The dildo feels so good scraping against his walls, all he wants to do is keep fucking himself until he cums. He wants to wrap his hand around his cock, struggle to angle his quivering hips towards his camera for his viewers to see. He can feel the precum drooling from his cock onto the sheets of the bed, sitting untouched since he'd started fucking himself. It's so much already, and there could still be even more pleasure. He could become even more of a slut, drooling all over himself for his viewers to see.
"Cha... chat, I need more! P-please, can I turn on the v-vibrator?" He watches needily as the chat fills with messages, too many for him to try and read in his current state. He pants while he waits for someone to provide him an answer -- the only one of his viewers he really wants to guide him along.
Sure enough, the donation from Quacks comes through. Techno reads it eagerly. "Go a-ahead, make sure you don't cum. Be a... be a g-good boy for us. Thank you sir, t-thank you, thank you," he repeats it like a mantra, twisting the dial at the bottom of the dildo to the lowest vibration setting. He immediately moans loud and suddenly, unable to keep thrusting the dildo into himself with how good it feels. He can feel it against his prostate, shaking through his entire body. If he was getting close before, this only rockets him even closer to orgasm, leaving him quivering with his head hung over the bed. It feels too good, and whenever he manages to thrust into himself it only spikes the pleasure flowing through him.
Techno cries out as he grinds the dildo into himself once more, his mouth hanging open uselessly. He can barely think with how badly he wants to cum, and it's basically impossible for him to hold it back any longer. His movements become uncoordinated as he unevenly fucks himself on the dildo, reaching down to wrap a hand around his own cock. All it takes is two strokes before he's cumming uncontrollably, his back arched off the bed as his body seizes in pleasure. His cock jerks in his hand, staining the inside of his skirt with messy lines of cum.
He goes boneless after a few seconds, his entire body still shaking with the force of his orgasm. He feels a little tingly and numb, panting and trying to regain some of his bearings. He distantly remembers the stream, then- right, he was told not to cum. Well, it's not like there was anything Quacks could do about it, was there? He was just some desperate guy on the other side of the screen.
"Sorry guys, I didn't actually mean t'cum then," he mildly apologizes, sitting up so he can read chat again. "I came really hard though. Ruined my skirt for sure." He lifts it to show it off, smiling in satisfaction as he watches the messages pour in.
God, i could almost come again
he made a mess... its so hot
One from Quacks draws his attention. I thought I told you not to cum?
Techno reads it, but doesn't respond, letting it get lost in the steady stream of messages. He's interested to see how Quacks will react, but doesn't let it show on his face. Regardless, it's time to end stream and clean up. A hot shower would do wonders for the soreness he's about to have in his ass.