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Sinbad was sitting on a large sofa after another long day of work, scrolling through a feed of adult streams. Such relaxation had become a habit for him, and he eagerly anticipated his favorite's stream. He was in a particularly high spirits today.
It was Friday, after all. The best day of the streaming schedule, since it finished especially hot.
Sinbad remembered his first time on the stream. It was an ordinary Friday, and he was scrolling through dirty streams to relax quickly when he was drawn to a banner featuring a pretty girl in a miniskirt. Her face was half hidden by a mask, leaving only her eyes visible, but Sinbad enjoyed both the mystery and her physique.
Yet the phrases could've been less daring. And obscene. But that must've been the image.
Sinbad was merely five minutes on the stream, but the chat exploded with messages about the "fun part," as the girl playfully stalled for time.
"You're such pathetic bastards. All you want to do is jerk fucking off. Who even cares about my philosophical discussions these days?" she asked, still slowly lifting the skirt.
And then Sinbad received a surprise. He got a boner for the cross-dressing guy. But it didn't deter him – he was willing to finish what he'd begun.
"Just don't forget to close the door, or mommy will catch you," the streamer said, moving closer and whispering into the microphone. The lower half of his body was hidden behind the screen, but based on the movement of his hand, as well as the sighs and moans, only an idiot couldn't figure out what he was doing.
Sinbad kept his eyes on the screen, quickening his pace. The voice in his headphones sounded damn good, but if this boy was in his bed, he wouldn't get away with such quiet moans. Imagining pinning him to the sheets, Sinbad came right after the streamer's last muffled moan.
"Damn, I can't stop laughing about how much you guys love this. Seriously, what the hell!?"
His eyes narrowed slyly as the chat room was bombarded with hearts once more. There were a few donations, including a modest one from Sinbad. He didn't want to draw much attention to himself just yet, but he promised himself he'd drop by again.
His eyes finally dropped down, and it was easy to remember the streamer's nickname. Short and sweet: "Ja."
Sinbad eventually became a regular guest on his streams. The majority of them were conversational, sometimes Ja answered questions or told dumb stories about his life while tipsy, then laughed and called those who believed him "ass-headed morons."
But of course, the Friday streams were of greater interest as he pushed his cockiness to the max. With the donations he bought new clothing and toys, ranging from small vibrators to butt plugs, which he then actively used.
Although the platform wasn't against explicit images and streamers were free to show all of their fetishes on camera, Ja was vulgar but elusive. All of the most exciting scenes were either kept off-screen or censored using whatever means were at hand, keeping viewers on edge at all times. Tease, but don't let them have it, as they said.
This time Ja stayed true to himself and was vile. Sinbad watched closely as he sat on a pillow with his thighs spread, running his tongue over a metal plug with a cute heart-shaped stone at the bottom.
"It's so cold. I wonder how deep it will go?" he asked seductively, igniting a debate in the chat. Then he slipped one hand under his tight-fitting top and reached behind his back with another, lowering his shorts. "Damn, it's tight. I wish I had some lube."
After playing around for a while, he finally put the plug in and moaned softly, tilting his head. Sinbad tried to see something more, but Ja, experienced in such matters, leaned toward the screen, showing nothing "extra" and only grinning behind his mask.
Sinbad's gaze was drawn to the area between his legs, and it was then that he noticed a thin scar running along his pale thigh. Ja had been asked about it several times, but he always came up with a new story about how he got it: from falling off a bike to tortures in a secret assassin guild. Now, in a candid pose, Sinbad could see it himself, but to be honest, the bulge beneath his shorts attracted him more.
Meanwhile, Ja proceeded to shove the plug deeper into his ass. "Fuck, I may cum just like that, you know. And I didn’t even touch myself. What, are you already fantasizing how you’re pounding me from behind?” he looked straight into the camera, as if catching Sinbad in his dreams, and then read a message from the chat. “Show you? You'll have to spend another ten years working to see that, so save up."
Sinbad grinned, and an idea quickly came to him. He was already hooked on the streamer, so it was probably time to pay for the view properly.
When a four-digit number appeared on the screen with the caption "Is that enough?", Sinbad enjoyed the surprise in Ja's eyes, which quickly gave way to his usual audacity: "Holy shit. Guess rich daddies watch me too. You know, Conqueror, I like your efforts, but am I really that fucking cheap? Anyway, so be it, I won't leave you without a reward."
These words sparked a wave of messages in the chat, such as "what about us" and "he just showed up recently," but Ja was uninterested. "Oh, come on, go weep into your pillow. You’re punished for that behavior. I’m done with you for today.”
With that the stream abruptly ended, leaving the excited viewers without a continuation, and Sinbad alone was looking forward to his reward, which arrived rather quickly.
Though he was expecting more.
The message had just one selfie with the heart and droplet emoji. In it, Ja was sticking his tongue at him, hiding the upper half of his face off-screen, and pulling down his top to reveal part of his chest. In the background, a chair with a pillow and a wet plug was visible, as if by accident. "What a bitch," Sinbad cursed, but still smiled.
He liked being toyed with so boldly. But more than that, he wanted to wipe that smirk off his pretty face. He'd change his tune if he belonged to Sinbad. This was only a matter of time, so he decided to enjoy the game a little longer.
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Ja'far threw off that imitation of clothing and put on a comfortable oversized T-shirt, then flopped down on the bed with the phone in his hands. He scrolled through his feed and messages in the chat for subscribers, but kept returning to that bastard's recent reply.
“Great looks. But I'm not giving up on this.”
He was pissed fucking off. That rich asshole thought he could play games with him.
It wasn't the first time Ja'far scammed fools for money. In fact, it was the only thing that kept him streaming. He started doing it after losing the dumbest bet with his friends while being drunk. He planned to run a couple of streams and then forget about it, but when he started consistently making enough money for rent and food, he decided to stick around a bit longer.
The same drunks created the image of a vanilla cutie, but Ja'far wouldn't be himself if he didn't curse everyone out on his debut stream. And filthy bastards enjoyed that. After a while, Ja'far began building up an interest in himself, hoping to make money rapidly. This marked the start of Friday streams and his regular schedule.
He was generally content with everything. Nobody was around to lecture him, his life was already a mess, and this allowed him to go about his business with some cash in his pocket. No hassle, no basle.
If only that arrogant bitch wasn't now flickering before his eyes. Ja'far had already noticed that Conqueror occasionally donated small gifts without signatures, and now he decided to show off his wallet so that Ja'far immediately leapt into his sugar daddy's bed? Suck it.
He wasn't a whore who could be hired for a few extra bucks. The fact that Ja'far gave in and sent him a photo was purely for show and an encouragement to other assholes to throw money at him more often without getting anything more in return. Ja'far manipulated with as little effort as possible, and if that jerk really hoped to get him, he could go fuck himself.
But later. After all, one donation covered his full month's rent. He might toy with him a little before ruthlessly crushing all of his dreams. After all, Ja'far loved playing with such naive idiots more than anything else.