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Bruce didn't do private shows as WhoreKnight.
Camming simply wasn't that sort of activity to him. He wasn't doing it for the money - after all, he had plenty of it. He wasn't doing it for the individual one-on-one interactions either. (Even though at this point he recognized the usernames of all his regulars, he remembered their pronouns and preferences about what they liked to watch Bruce doing. He hadn't yet felt the urge to locate anyone by their IP address and investigate them thoroughly, but, knowing him, it wasn't an unlikely version of future events if things ever went any further between him and his viewers.)
Touching himself in front of cameras was something he was doing for the fulfillment, plain and simple. At first to him it was just a source of physical release with an added tad of spice coming from the knowledge that he was being watched by people whom he knew nothing about.
Later, he realized that some of the comments filled him with a warm wave of pleasure. The praise, the compliments, they were a rarity to him in his daily life, so he clung to what he got. He became addicted to his viewers' comments. When he was playing himself up as Brucie Wayne in public, flirting and innuendo never affected him in this way, but the chat messages, the contrast between the utterly filthy and the unconditionally loving ones - they had him hooked. Interested. Wanting more.
Bruce didn't expect that he would start to enjoy this spontaneous camboy pastime so much.
Some of his regulars sent him private messages. He never responded to them. He didn't want to build up a more personal rapport.
Personal. That was the issue here.
'dexter, they/them' was the only one of his viewers who regularly sent a message each and every day. Not all of them were even always about Bruce, although those were quite frequent, full of fawning and praise about Bruce's voice, Bruce's body, especially about his ass. Most often the messages talked about Dexter's life. They elaborated on their daily struggles at work, commented on the loneliness of their small Gotham apartment, and complained about the minor crimes committed in their neighborhood. They talked about what difference the presence of Batman and other Gotham vigilantes made (and how Bruce's heart melted at that and how his mind was piqued with interest at being able to find out an outsider's perspective on his life's mission).
Bruce wasn't sure at first that he should have been reading these messages that sounded so much like diary entries. But a lot of the things the mysterious person spoke about, a lot of their emotional struggles and problems, resonated in Bruce’s heart, even if they spoke of issues on a level far below his usual worries.
During moments of quiet, of free time in his daily routine, Bruce read about a stranger's life, a normal person's life, as if it was the most fascinating novel. After all, it was so different from his own existence.
He should have expected it would culminate into something more, sooner or later.
It was an early night. Usually at this time Bruce was making preparations for going on his nightly patrol around Gotham, but on rare occasions he indulged in pleasuring himself on camera for the enjoyment of others and his own. He never had a proper schedule for his streaming and his nights were more often than not too busy for it. Despite how odd his hours of camming happened to be, his audience was still considerable in numbers and there was always someone available to watch what he was doing.
Now, Bruce was standing in the meticulously arranged, anonymous room he used for camming. He was staring at the message he just impulsively sent.
WhoreKnight: Hello, Dexter. Would you be interested in holding a private session with me? Reply at your earliest convenience.
The answering message came fast, far too fast. Dexter must have been using their phone when they received the notification.
dexter: holy shit
dexter: are you for real
dexter: wait a minute have you been reading all of the nonsense that i've been sending you for months asdfghjkl that's so fucking embarrassing man
They typed fast, their messages were as rapid as their thought process, it seemed.
WhoreKnight: Yes or No?
dexter: yes
dexter: fuck yes i mean yes
dexter: how much? you've never talked about your rates for this kinda thing
WhoreKnight: I do it for free.
dexter: holy shit um yeah
dexter: u are an actual angel
dexter: or a demon sent from hell to corrupt us all
Shit. Dexter was more talkative than in the daily messages they sent, more talkative than they were on the chat during the streams. Their comments were a mess, a pure stream of unfiltered consciousness.
Bruce was equally annoyed and charmed by that.
WhoreKnight: When are you available?
dexter: when are YOU??? i'm free rn. i can be free anytime u want me
Bruce looked around the room - everything was organized as it should be, the cameras and screens were in their proper places. He looked down at himself - the turtleneck had to go, it would be impossible to take off once he put on the mask. He undressed the problematic piece of clothing, leaving his upper body covered just by the tank top he had beneath. He retrieved the old Batman cowl that he used for streams and he put it on.
Bruce sat on the bed and shuffled through the stream settings on his phone. He double-checked the camera angles. All good.
Instead of responding to Dexter, he sent them an invite to a private stream and put his phone away. And waited. He watched his own still figure displayed on the biggest screen next to the camera, sitting on the bed, back straight, hands put flat on his knees in a pose of polite submissiveness. He didn’t look nearly as relaxed as he did for his usual videos.
Then the single viewer appeared in the chatroom. The connection was established.
"Hello, Dexter," Bruce greeted with a smile and watched as new messages were rapidly poured into the chat.
dexter: holy shit
dexter: so this is actually happening?
dexter: are you going to keep doing this more often?
dexter: with other people?
dexter: i thought you didn't do private shows???
"If you are waiting for any answers from me, you will have to slow down after asking the questions, sweetheart."
dexter: fuck fuckity fuck
dexter: knight you are really the best
dexter: you sound so hot
dexter: yeah right. why me? if you're doing your first private session?
"You message me quite a lot. You caught my attention."
dexter: shit, hearing you say that is really sexy
dexter: and you HAVE been reading my messages holy shit i'm so embarrassed rn
"Would you like to speak with me? It's possible during a private stream. It might be easier than typing."
dexter: uhmm i think i'm fine like this thanks. is this ok?
"Of course, anything that you’re comfortable with. I'm here for you." Bruce hesitated and gathered the words to explain the current situation. "I'd like to do things you want me to do tonight. I would like to have you praise me like you always do, but this time I won't have to search for your words among many others."
dexter: holy shit you noticed my horny comments
Bruce grinned, "Everyone on the streams has horny comments about me. You aren't so different from the others. Don’t be shy about that."
dexter: and yet i get to have you here all to myself tonight
In response to this message, a small shiver crawled up Bruce's body. Bruce swallowed nervously and breathed out to calm himself, but it became obvious to him that just those words already affected him.
"Exactly. You should use the chance that you have with me well."
dexter: so you'll do anything i ask?
"Within reason."
dexter: can you take your clothes off?
dexter: strip please. sexy & slow
"As you wish," Bruce purred deeply, feeling goosebumps rising on his skin at the attention. Perhaps private streams had their benefits after all. The intimacy of this scene, this one-on-one interaction, maybe they could lead to something good.
Bruce smoothly moved to stand up from the bed, sliding his hands down his thighs. He moved them back up, starting to sway his hips side-to-side as he slowly lifted his tank top up, teasingly revealing his abs bit by bit and brushing his hands over his muscled chest. He smiled at the randomly passing thought that he should play some music if he ever strip-teased like that on camera again.
“You love watching me, don’t you, baby?” he commented while he took the tank top over his head and threw it to the side.
dexter: you’re so hot
dexter: yes i love watching you knight
dexter: keep going
Bruce unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, doing a slow twirl to display his body from all angles, before he stopped with his back to the main camera and bent down to unlace his shoes. He remembered that Dexter loved his ass, they would enjoy looking at it.
Bruce straightened and lifted his leg high up to show off his flexibility. He pulled the shoe off and threw it away. He turned around and sat on the bed, leaning back on his hands, staring intently between the camera and the screen with Dexter’s continued, unending, enthusiastic commentary. Bruce toed off the other shoe. He lifted his legs onto the mattress, bent them at the knees and spread them open. He took off the socks.
Bruce stood again and took off his pants, making sure to caress his thighs and legs as he did so. He threw that article of clothing away and asked, staring straight into the camera, “Underwear on or off?”
dexter: off please
dexter: ily
Bruce chuckled and deemed this scene innocent enough to whisper back, “I love you too. Thank you for your continued support, baby.”
dexter: fuck
dexter: i'm so horny rn
Bruce couldn't hold back his pleased smile. In a playful, teasing move Bruce gyrated his hips before he pulled his boxers down, leaving himself naked for Dexter to see. He kicked the underwear away and turned slowly around, showing off his body, eyes staying focused on the chat shown on multiple monitors around the room. Among many mindless comments he noticed the next wish about how he was meant to proceed.
dexter: i remember you wore this tiny little black skirt for one of the bat cosplays
dexter: do you still have it?
"Of course. Let me see if we both have the same thing in mind."
Bruce walked over to open the closet. Despite only using it for his unique, on-stream-only outfits, it was quite packed already with various unusual items of clothing. He rummaged through it to find the skirt that Dexter requested. Bruce brought it over to the camera and pressed it against his hips to emphasize the length of the tiny piece that barely covered his crotch and his dangling cock. He moved his hips, making the leather fabric sway with his movements.
"Is this the one you wanted?" he asked patiently.
dexter: yes yes yes it’s so cute!
dexter: put it on please
dexter: and I want you to use the cat tail plug pretty please
Interesting. Bruce liked that idea.
"You have low expectations," Bruce murmured. It was fine with him, not having to do anything too strenuous, but he was surprised he wasn't forced to veto any outrageous suggestions. Things were entirely safe and under control. He was expecting a private session to go differently than this, much worse, he was expecting it to be difficult and humiliating. This? Was entirely pleasant and relaxing. He made a good call by choosing this person to be his first private client.
dexter: i like things that way
dexter: i like watching your ass
dexter: and i like listening to your voice
dexter: 2 of my fav things. I can't get any happier than that
dexter: just keep talking, knight
Bruce would, just for them, “Thank you for treating me so well tonight.”
He went to retrieve some lube and the requested plug, swishing the fluffy black tail in the air to bring Dexter's attention to it. The messages in the chat drowned him in excited praises. Dexter was looking forward to the show.
“I’m really excited about doing this just for you, baby,” Bruce confessed truthfully.
Bruce turned around with his back facing the camera and put on the black mini skirt that could barely cover half of his ass and left his hole completely exposed when he spread his cheeks to prove that. He kneeled on the bed with his legs wide open and leaned down onto his forearms. His butt was pushed upwards and in perfect view of the main camera. A tremble ran down his thighs and his cock started hardening in interest, the building pleasure was like a tingling sensation going through his body. He felt seen already, so excited, and he didn't even touch himself properly just yet. Bruce moved his face to the side so he could read the chat on a screen on the wall.
"I want to be a good boy for you," Bruce said quietly, but loud enough for the microphones to pick it up.
dexter: you are a good boy knight
dexter: so good
dexter: you listen to me so prettily
Bruce lifted up the plug again, "I'm going to prepare myself to take this, baby. Are you okay with that?"
dexter: yes yes
The plug itself was nothing to scoff at. It was a big, girthy thing, a black, tapered shape that every time he used it was inserted into him with difficulty, but he knew it would keep him feeling so, so full.
Bruce generously coated his hand and the toy in lube and made sure to prepare himself thoroughly. Bruce rested with his torso flat on the bed, reached both hands behind himself and spread his ascheeks one-handed, exposing himself for the camera. He circled one finger around his opening, lingering there for a moment, playfully teasing with this prelude of what he was about to do, until he finally pressed the first digit in. It went in easily - this camboy business meant that Bruce had been playing with himself and various toys for months, long enough to be able to open up for multiple of his fingers without issue.
He was eager for two fingers in him, and then his insides accepted three just as enthusiastically. He briefly penetrated himself with four. Soon enough, he deemed himself ready.
He pressed the tip of the slicked-up toy against his opening. He glanced at the screen that showed the view from the camera - Bruce made an absolutely filthy image right now, presenting himself on his knees for a show, his bare ass not at all covered by the mini skirt, the ring of his hole open, red and shiny from the excess of lube.
He slid the toy in slowly and carefully, inch by inch, taking breaks to breathe deeply and accommodate to the growing stretch. He groaned when the thickest part pushed through the tightness of his opening and fully entered him. He was proud of himself when the entirety of the toy was finally engulfed in his greedy hole.
"Ahh, baby, you feel so good inside me."
The plug was thick, the stretch - intense, the pressure on Bruce’s prostate - constant and strong. The responding sensations from that rippling, overwhelming pleasure made his legs shake and his abs clench. He grew harder just from being penetrated.
Bruce drew the toy slightly back and buried it back in, all the way to the hilt. He whined at the deep penetration, the wide stretch of his hole. His muscles clamped down around it, enthusiastically keeping it in and unwilling to push it out, to be empty again. Bruce wiggled his hips and the fluffy cat tail flicked between his legs and tickled his thighs. That little accent was a sexy addition to the visuals of the show. Bruce dragged the toy out until just the head of it was inside him and he brutally thrusted it back in, crying out at the friction, the burn of ecstasy when the thick toy rubbed against his prostate. It was impossible to avoid that pleasure, so he welcomed it. He lost control over himself and sped up the pace of the thrusting, eager and wanting more of it, unashamed of being seen in this state, feeling more and more aroused due to the fact that someone was enjoying watching him.
When Bruce glanced at the view from the stream, he was greeted with the beautiful sight of the black tail that made a startling contrast against the pale, scarred skin of Bruce’s trembling thighs.
Bruce spread his legs open further, finding a better balance on his knees. He continued pumping the toy in and out of himself, over and over, unstopping and constantly eager for more. Just that in-and-out motion could make him come.
Unrestrained, loud noises were leaving his mouth. His body was sweating, flushed and quivering from pleasure, his spine was arching with it, ass pushed back to impatiently meet the movements of the toy inside him.
He was pliant and loose, ready to take it all, begging to be fucked and used properly, but he was alone, he was physically alone and he simply wasn’t capable of giving himself any more pleasure than he already did. Fulfilling his true, deeply-hidden needs was impossible to achieve, not without someone else there with him.
dexter: you look so pretty like this knight
dexter: can you slap your ass for me?
dexter: i want to watch you do that
What a pleasant surprise. This fan of Bruce's wasn't so innocent after all, if they waited for Bruce to be physically overwhelmed before they made that request.
Bruce left the toy pressed deep inside him and, just to tease, he caressed a hand over his butt. He paid it more attention, massaged the globe, spread his cheeks and trailed a finger around the thick plug where it was resting inside his stretched open entrance. Bruce released an overplayed sigh of pleasure and agreed to the suggestion, "Everything for you, darling."
The first light slap was just a warm-up, just a test to see how it feels, how it looks on camera. The next came harder, making a louder noise when it impacted with Bruce’s skin, leaving a pink imprint behind. After that, he didn’t shy away from using more strength, from being harsher and merciless towards himself. He knew how much pain he could take, his tolerance and limits were much higher than the average person’s. He could put on a show, he could be strong, he could be tough, and for contrast - he could play soft and weak too.
Bruce was moaning and clenching down with each hit. Fuck. It would be so much better if it was someone else hitting Bruce right now. The angle was somewhat awkward, and when he was spanking himself like this, Bruce knew exactly when to expect every hit, because he was the one inflicting them upon himself. What would he do to have another person do this to him… What would he do to be surprised for once.
The skirt was getting slightly in the way. Bruce had to keep alternating the hits between his buttcheeks and the backs of his thighs. The plug was jolting in his ass with each slap and his insides were squeezing around the shifting toy. The Batman mask and the black cat tail made him look like a slut, a shameless, greedy personification of his lust and desire, deeply suppressed for years while he was too busy fighting for his city to spend any time at all on satisfying his body’s needs.
dexter: do you like my cock inside you?
"Yes, love," Bruce moaned. "You’re filling me up so good. I love your cock so much, I love it when you fuck me. Use me, ruin me, please."
dexter: oh fuck knight
dexter: you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen
dexter: i want to see you come apart
Bruce swayed his hips side-to-side to make the tail of the plug swish between his legs. He clenched down on the toy. Fuck, this felt good - the knowledge that he was being admired, that someone was getting off on seeing him be brought to the brink of pleasure.
He slapped his ass again and actually jerked with that hit, gasped loudly, surprised by the sharper sting of pain on his bruised asscheek. He bore down on the plug again. Fuck, he was so full. He wanted to be fucked, he needed it more than he needed air to breathe.
Bruce lost his balance and dropped down onto the bed, laying on his stomach. He switched up his actions and stopped the slaps. Instead, he grabbed at the base of the plug and continued fucking it slowly in and out himself, feeling the fluffy tail tickling his bare legs with each jerky movement of his hips.
"I want to come, sweetheart. Please, can I come?"
dexter: come please come
Bruce’s cock swelled with want. He only had time to reach beneath himself, to squeeze a hand around his length, give himself that one last bit of extra friction and he shouted when he finally reached his peak, releasing into his hand, some of his seed landing on the mattress.
Bruce rolled on the bed, landing on his back. He spread his legs wide and slowly pulled the toy out, moaning at the wet, loud sound the lube made as the plug left him. His softening cock gave one last twitch at the overstimulation. The camera showed exactly how swollen and reddened his hole looked after he fucked it so thoroughly.
When Bruce regained enough breath to speak, he asked, “Did I make you happy tonight?”
dexter: fuck yes! thank you!!
dexter: i never thought i’d get to see you like this. THANK YOU!!
“Your positive feedback makes me very happy. Thank you and good night, Dexter. Keep an eye out for the next stream.”