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George paced around the room in circles, around the bed, over the bed, beside the desk, and around the ring light. He truly didn’t know what to think.
On one hand, this was possibly the opportunity of his dreams, always being taken care of financially, he would be able to stream when he wanted rather than when he was low on rent or there was no food in the fridge but on the other hand, he didn’t know this guy, what if he was a serial rapist or a kidnapper, what if he was trying to take advantage of him.
Still, here George was walking around in circles listening to ‘onlyfans playlist’ while imagining himself laying on some fancy black sports car wearing a white mini skirt and white crop top.
His good-looking 20-year-old boyfriend takes pictures for his fans after placing a million hickeys onto his neck to make sure they know they can look but not touch.
He had 12 days to decide two had already gone past. Fuck it. You miss every chance you take and what is the worst that will happen? He ends up dead in a ditch? It's not like he has any family or friends that will care enough besides attending his funeral.
He checked the phone number one last time before sending a list of straightforward and probably too blunt questions “How old are you? What do you do for work? How much? What country do you live in?”
Finally able to take that off the pile of stuff he needed to do, he could get on with his life as normal.
Starting with his PO box which had not been cleared in like two weeks and had been sent three texts about how it was getting full.
His PO box was where people could buy him stuff from Amazon and other stores he was able to make a list of shit that he wanted but couldn't afford or wouldn't buy himself if he was paying.
He grabbed his keys, AirPods, phone, and an empty bag so he didn't need to carry stuff before beginning the short 10-minute walk down to the post office.
The box was indeed full having about 30 packages stuffed into the small box before being grabbed and stuffed in his equally small bag, he hoped nothing was breakable cause it would certainly be broken with the amount of pushing.
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Sitting on the carpeted floor with parcels wrapped around him like some summoning circle of brown cardboard. Music flooded the room through his speakers still on ‘onlyfans playlist’ with the song one of the girls playing his favorite lyric.
He grabbed the first one closest to him, he liked opening them like this, waiting till the last moment possible so that there was a small pile of gifts to open all for him.
He grabbed the one closest to him and pulled it open, seeing the LED light extensions he needed to finish the square of lights that go around the ceiling in his room but he would put those up later when he could be bothered to spend the twenty minutes to do it.
The next package was something he actually bought himself, a new butt plug but a vibrating one so maybe he could do a vibrator in public video if he worked up the courage to do that sort of thing, he had also seen a video of someone trying to do tasks like reading a book or cooking with a vibrator in so he could do something like that, maybe editing a video.
It was advertised to touch your prostate so it would feel good, he would be able to get off and it would be a good video/stream.
The third parcel was interrupted by his phone lighting up on the desk above him telling him that he had a notification.
He could physically feel his heart in his chest every time he breathed, breath in three beats, breath out two. The phone flashed again as another notification popped up.
He stretched up to grab the phone but was only able to barely skin it with his fingers, trying again and being able to knock it off the table instantly grabbing it before it smacked into the hardwood floor.
Two messages, the first one answering his previous questions while the second asked one.
“I am 23. I own a company of sorts. As much as you want sweetheart. I live in Florida, America.”
“Can we call to talk or too soon?”
Twenty-three was good, George was older than him but a couple of years however he could be lying. There was one way of telling if he was lying that he had suggested himself. To call.
“Okay call me.”
A couple of seconds later the phone started to vibrate in his hand. He was shaking this suddenly, this felt too real and too fast.
Still, laying the phone down on the floor and pressed the green phone button to accept the call.
Silence filled the room again, the vibration stopped and George joined it. He didn’t want to be the person to talk first, he would probably have a panic attack if he had to start a conversation.
“Hello?”
The voice drowned the room and George almost forgot that breathing was something he needed to do. It was deep but not scary deep, masculine but not in the toxic male podcast way. “Hello?”
Oh yeah, he needed to respond, “Hello,”
“damn your voice is even more beautiful than on stream.”
George could feel the warmth start to creep up his cheeks with this comment but fuck that he needed to be professional and he wasn’t going to let a little flirting break down the brat persona he had worked so hard to build until it was his whole personality.
“I guess I just need a better microphone then, maybe you can buy me one.”
He could hear the light breathy chuckle, so quiet it shouldn't even have been picked up.
“I’ll buy you the world, sweetheart,”
“What is your name, or is it legally sir?”
“My legal name is Clay but no one calls me that, they all call me Dream, you call me Sir but only when you're riding my dick,”
“Then I shouldn't have been saying it last stream cause that piece of silicon was definitely not a dick,”
“Yeah, you would know what dick feels like.”
It was George's turn to let out that soft laugh, he felt like he had known the man his whole life. The immediate connection and comfort made him want to stay on the call forever.
“Anyway, the real business now Clay, how is this going to work, have you done this before?”
“Don’t call me that whore unless you're my parents which would make this conversation very inappropriate,”
“Well, I’m sure I can call you daddy at some point, Dream.”
“Sure baby, anyway yes I have done this once before and so how this is going to work is you are going to do what I want you to do if you are comfortable, and in return, I will give you whatever you want, money, gifts, trips to wherever you don’t have to work if you don’t want to I will pay for your rent. Is that okay with you?”
“What do you mean by what you want me to do like what kind of things, and what's the limit on the comfortable part.”
“I’m going to make this clear and I will get annoyed if you break the most important rule to me. If at any point you have even an ounce of thought that you don’t want to do something then I do not want you to do it, not for the money, not for rent. I don’t care, I will still pay, I will only do this if you understand that you never have to do something you don’t 100 percent want to do just because I told you to. Okay?”
“Okay,”
George was practically smiling to the ceiling with happiness at the voice laced with what sounds to anyone else as strictness but is actually a concern.
“Now what I want you to do depends on the day and circumstances. Mostly it will be sexual but also to help you take care of yourself like eating or showering or cleaning stuff like that.”
“Oh, I thought it was just going to be sexual,”
“It can be if you would like,”
“No, I like what you said, all of it.”
The call turned to silence as both had things they wanted to say but not the words to say it. George looked around the room again, twelve unopened parcels and two opened ones,
“what were you doing before I called?”
“opening packages from my PO box,”
“Cool, what have you gotten so far?”
“An led strip to complete the row that I've got going on around my room, there is a section by my door that I didn’t have enough for and a butt plug I ordered. I’ve not opened the rest.”
“Can I test run like the whole telling you what to do stuff now? Are you up for that or just want to chill?”
“Yeah you can do that, but I want something in return,”
“Okay give me your Paypal or cash app whatever you use,”
“Not now afterward,”
“Princess with the way I want this call to end you're going to be way too brain dead to think about that, plus I want to show you are serious and not just using you,”
“Okay the code is (insert code idk man)”
“Thank you”
Soft silence as the sound of clicking could be heard from the other man's keyboard as he typed in the code and some amount of money.
“How much money do you want?”
A million dollars but that's not happening.
“Um, I have no idea,”
“Does one hundred sound good for now?”
“Yes, yes that sounds good.”
He saw the notification come up but couldn’t be fucked to check it.
“Okay, now that plug you ordered, put it in,”
“Okay sir,”
“Good boy.”
George pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk and grabbed the tube of water-based lube as the water base would ruin the silicon outside the least.
It was small enough to not need prep at all so he just lathered it up and pushed it in, feeling the rim of muscles open up before closing again around the tight base.
“Okay it's in,”
George shuffled around a bit more, getting comfortable while sitting down.
“K, good, now that LED strip you need to put up, go do it,”
“What, why?”
“What do you mean why, I told you to do something so do it bitch.”
That name mixed with the control in the sentence and of his voice sent all the blood from his brain right down to his dick.
“Okay sir I will,”
It was annoying to try and get the LED’s to work with something stuck up his ass, he had them cut up and then connected to the rest of the circuit and now was slowly sticking it onto the wall while standing on a dining room chair.
“What butt plug do you have in like what brand? What type?”
“ Umm I can’t remember the brand but it's called silicon vibrating butt plug that's what's on the box at least.”
“Vibrating?”
“Yeah.”
“You didn't tell me that, how does it work?”
“There is like an app you can use to control it,”
“Stop doing the lights and give me the app to use.”
George froze that feeling of blood rush filled him again, maybe he liked being controlled more than he thought. He quickly showed Dream how to use the app that he had used himself for other toys in the past.
The first jolt always made him jump a bit especially as the toy did exactly what it was advertised to do, the vibrations hit his prostate almost head-on, and fucking god did it feel good, the perfect combination of overwhelming pleasure while not being enough for him to come right there.
“Fuck baby, I’m going to guess that moan means it's working,”
“Yeah.. yeah it is working”
He was having to take long slow breaths to try and slow down his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage, feeling like at any moment the vibrations would come back and rip it straight out of his chest.
“Good get back to work sweetheart.”
“W, what no I will fall off my fucking chair if you turn that on,”
“Okay,”
He stood there stunned for a second Dream wouldn’t want to him to die, would he? Surely not so back on the chair, George goes right back to putting the LEDs up.
He pulled the thin plastic paper off the sticky part, lined it up, and then pushed it into the line where the wall meets the ceiling while clenching around the plug.
He awaited the next voltage of energy through the toy and into the most sensitive part of his body, but it never came which was probably for the best as he would be falling straight onto the wooden floor still he wanted it no less.
“I’m done Dream,”
George said while pushing the chair he was using outside and closing the door.
“Oh.. fffuck.”
The vibrator switched on again, finally giving him the simulation he had been rushing to get. It was longer than before and harder, making his legs shake a little to let him know he had to sit down soon or they would force him onto the floor themselves.
“Thank you.. hu ahh thank you Dream”
“Thank you, who?”
A high-pitched whine followed along with the sudden stop of the toy that was going to break him into small pieces.
“Sir thank you sir please sir please,”
The words were tumbling out of his mouth so fast that they were all blending to a mush of almost unintelligible rambling. How had a man who he hadn’t known existed a dozen days ago already broken the wall of brattiness he prided himself on, the full foundation of how he got so many views destroyed by a hunk of plastic in his ass and some rando about a million miles away.
That thought was put to an end by that same hunk of plastic starting to pulse again. In fact all thoughts were put to an end, all he could feel and think turned blank as George's body collided with the fluffy blanket covering his bed.
“Feel good whore?”
“Fuckkk.. Ahh yeaahh so good,”
George could feel Dream playing with the different controls inside him, the pulses going from low to high, sharp jolts to consistent pressure.
“Siur, if you continue to do that ahh I’m going to cum,”
“Wow, that quick, damn I might need to invest in more of this brand.”
“Yes, yes fuck please, can I cum? Can I cum?PLEASE "
"God damn your begging is nice”
“Thank you, sir, Can I cum?”
“Can I cum what,”
“P..please,”
“Use it in a sentence,”
Dream's voice was low and teasing, obviously enjoying stringing this alone for as long as possible.
“I can I cum please?”
“hmm, I don’t know if you’ve earned it baby,”
Dream stated in that same teasing voice while putting the toy on the lowest mode possible so he would stay on the edge but wouldn’t fall off. The pitiful whinge that left George's lips basically made Dream cum untouched.
The pure desperation, that sound portrayed that Dream control was electrifying.
“Okay baby cum with me just give me a minute and we cum together,”
Dream had never pulled down his joggers hard, deciding he could just jerk off dry as grabbing the lube from the other side of his room would take too long and he didn’t want his beautiful porcelain doll to break.
He created a fist around his dick, thumbing over the tip to help to cum faster not that it was going to take much time anyway
“Okay.”
George’s voice was broken with tears slowly weiling up and dropping down his face, it was amazing and horrible at the same time to be teetering right on the edge so close for so long but it never getting past that final blockade.
“Okay, sweetheart I’m there almost,”
“Okay.. Mhm fuck okay,”
The vibrators went up so fast making his body go limp and stiff at the same time, his body almost convulsing on the inside.
He was almost scream moaning and so grateful for the noise-canceling insulation.
He could feel the sticky mess now sandwiched between the sheets and his stomach, he really should have turned round but his brain was so tired.
The noise of Dream cumming only amplified the experience as he didn’t know someone with such a low smooth voice could moan so high-pitched, that is something he would have to make fun of in the future but for right now all he could do was lay there in his own cum panting.
“George you okay, you with me?”
“Yeah, I’m still here.”
“Are you mental here?”
“I don’t fucking know,”
He rolled over groaning.
“What's up?”
“I got cum on the sheets,”
“You should clean up.”
“Yeah okay I think I’m going to get off call and clean up then go to sleep,”
“Okay but first have you eaten and drunk water in the last four hours?”
“Um.. Idk,”
“k can you eat something, drink water, and go have a shower and for the sheet just pull it off and wrap yourself in a blanket. Can you do that for me?”
“alright?”
“Just I’m not there but I want to make sure some sort of aftercare happens,”
“Oh alright yeah I can do those things.”
“Great, talk to you soon princess.”
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
George lay on the clean side of his bed blushed and out of it, that last nickname had hit him hard. Right, he had things to do.
Water, grabbing the water cup with a straw that he drank religiously out of from the side of his bed and filling it up with the weird-tasting water from the tap seemed like a task too overwhelming to complete but he did it anyway.
Food, the fridge was bare as well as the cupboard but it's fine he would go shopping tomorrow and for now what Dream didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
Shower, could wait till tomorrow as well but he did take a wet cloth and finally wiped away any clue of what he was up to only mere minutes ago.
Fuck, the butt plug, small enough for him to have only noticed its presence inside him now. Grabbing the base he pulled it out, too tired to care about being gentle. The pop sound it made while exiting him almost making him laugh in the sex-drunk haze that was slowly hitting him.
Sheet, that was something he could do, he pulled the cum soaked sheet off his bed making sure that the rest of the bed was completely dry of any stray streaks which it was.
George laid down on his bed with the fluffiest blue blanket wrapped around him and the LEDs he had set up earlier shining a dim soft blue over the whole room.
The leftover packages, eating, laundry, shower, and posting some sort of video would be two am George’s fate but not the current four pm ones.