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There’s a special order waiting for Dwight at home tonight.
It’s not as though he never did special or private orders. In fact he did them all the time. However this one was extra special because it was extra expensive.
First it was a private session, second it was a birthday order, and third it was for a special request. Combine all three and Dwight’s bank account knew it cost his customer a pretty penny.
Grinning giddily at his nightstand, he was already excited. The promise of rent paid for another month and not having to worry about whether he can afford to have lunch and dinner rather than picking only just one. On his nightstand the kit laid open, already prepared, and beside it a large bottle of lube. He was always stocked on the shit, needed to be in his line of business.
Dwight himself had already showered himself thoroughly. He was squeaky clean and already wearing his pretty garments for the birthday customer. Ribbons, merely decorations, were tied around each of his ankles and wrists. They were red, specifically requested. In addition he donned a beaded red collar with sparkles lining it and a pair of thin frilly red panties that could barely cover his cock or ass.
This may have been an order but he was anticipating it all day long.
Earlier in the day he’d set his room up before he took his shower. Background lights were dimmed to create a more personal vibe, different from his usual setup which was bright lights to show off every inch of skin. Curtains were drawn shut to help the ambiance, and fresh sheets that hopefully would be ruined before the night was over.
Sitting down at his desk he quickly began the private show. Sending the private streams email code to his recipient, and now all he had to do was wait. Being patient was never his strong suit, but now meandering over to his bed he was forced too.
Lounging on his bed he stared up at his ceiling, counting each popcorn crackle before a familiar ding! was ringing in his ears. Perking up, he flashes a wide grin and a sensuous little wave at the camera, wondering if his smile gives the other a skip in their heartbeat.
“Hey,” He coo’s out, hoping that sounded enticing enough. For doing cam work he sure felt like he was a ball of nervous energy. But the audience liked confidence so he ignored the feelings of self-consciousness and continued on with the show. “Been waiting for you.”
Haddonfield1978: hello dwight.
Dwight’s chest flutters at the lack of formalities. When he originally first started he never thought he’d actually get popular enough to have to think about any consequences. So he stupidly enough used his actual name, and now every time his patrons actually used it a thrill was being shot up his spine.
“Happy birthday, thanks for picking me to be your present,” Leaning back and trying to display himself as dainty and pretty as he could. Which was a bit hard when you were well over six feet and felt more like a gangly giraffe but he got the job done. Running a light hand down his waist his cheeks flushed and he teased his thumb at the strap of his panties before skipping over them to rub down his thigh. “Are you ready to start unwrapping then?”
While he waited for a response he continued to dance his hand up and down along his skin, nipples pebbling hard and pink. He was mostly hairless from waxing earlier that month but he was overdue for another session, a thin trail of hair was starting to grow from his belly button down to his groin. It wasn’t—shouldn’t—be enough to be seen on the camera.
Haddonfield1978: yes.
Usually the private customers were more chatty than this, so he felt sort of out of his element. Still he flashes a grin and brings his hand back down to the waistline and hooks his thumb inside. “Well, let’s start unwrapping your present together. What should I call you?” There was a long idle moment before he heard the ping again.
Haddonfield1978: michael.
Breathing out a sigh of relief he carefully slips around onto his stomach, tossing a sultry look back over his shoulder. The panties really did nothing to cover his ass either, just a thin strap between his cheeks. Still he peeled them off the curve of his ass, tongue poking between his teeth cutely.
From this angle you could see the edges of his balls dangling. Arching his back he brings a hand to his cock and starts to stroke himself, only the viewer wouldn’t be able to see it just yet. Throwing another heavy lidded gaze he lazily grins, “Wanna see?”
Haddonfield1978: yes,
Haddonfield1978: please.
Grinning, he shuffled on the bed until he’s facing the camera as he kneels. His cock is standing hard and he brings a hand up to tweak his chest.
Hips gyrating he brings his other hand down to toy at his cock. “Like this?” He doesn’t wait for a response before he begins to tug at his cock quietly, little noises spilling out of his lips. “It’s your birthday, so if there’s something you want me to do tell me,” His voice trails off into a soft moan when he flicks his nipple intime with a downstroke on his cock.
Haddonfield1978: no.
Haddonfield1978: just what we agreed on,
Haddonfield1978: please.
Dwight’s eyes dart towards the kit that’s offscreen. Idly he thinks he’s one of the more polite clients he had. Nerves bubbling with excitement, his fingers twitch. Sitting up he stands, cock bobbing along with each step as he grabs two tools. Both are long silver rods with rings dangling at the end, however where one is just the plain rod, the other has little bumps at certain intervals.
“So, I have two choices for you Michael,” He walks back on screen, raising his hands to show them to the camera. Excitedly showing off the toys he carefully picked out, “The left is just the standard long steel rod, the right however has these little beads that poke out. But it’s shorter, boo. Now… I know I’ve never specified what I use and that’s because I thought you might want to pick, hmm?” He wiggles his hands and waits for a response. A moment later he hears the familiar ding! and peers at the monitor briefly.
Haddonfield1978: left.
Smirking, he heads back to the nightstand for a moment, setting the other rod back and grabbing the bottle of lube before settling back onto the bed. Spreading his legs wide his entire taint is on display now. Hard cock, heavy balls, his little hole which flutters briefly for a moment. Sitting up straighter it’s hidden again, and he rubs a hand down his inner thigh.
Pulling it away he pumps the bottle of lube until his hand is covered and sticky. He rubs it all over his length and smears a glob at the tip until he’s satisfied. Pumping more he smears it over the already sterilized rod until every inch is coated.
Sucking his lower lip between his teeth he places it at the tip and looks up through his lashes, making eye contact with the lens. Teasing it there he does so until he’s shuddering and the edge of the rod is covered in his precum. The cold temperature has him gasping and he can only picture the noises he’ll make when he slides it inside.
“I want it so badly,” He pants out, “Please Michael can I put it in?” Circling his head with the blunt end he slides it over his slit a couple times.
Haddonfield1978: yes,
Haddonfield1978: slowly.
Haddonfield1978: tell me how it feels.
Edging it inside he moans, there’s a heat and hunger washing all over his skin but still he doesn’t rush into it. The light pressure and intensity of the metal against his cock has him gasping and shivering. A thin wave of goosebumps appeared on his arms.
It’s an odd sensation, but it doesn’t hurt. The stretch is foreign but the further he presses inside, the more good it begins to feel. As if someone was stroking his cock from the inside.
The sound is almost full inside when Dwight pulls it out halfway by the ring, visibly shuddering. “It’s, so, ah… like I’m already cumming. Feels like I’m being edged and every time it moves it just …it’s so good Michael.” He licks his lips as he fucks it back into himself.
A ragged moan is ripped from his throat and his free hand drops to his thigh and digs his fingers into the meaty flesh. “Christ…” He manages to get out, voice rasping as he tries to swallow the lump in his throat.
Haddonfield1978: show me.
Dwight slides the sound halfway inside and shuffles forwards. The ring and a few inches at the edge poking out of his tip. He brings a hand forwards and runs the tip of his finger over the outline, whimpering from the touch. “I-Is that good? Do you like it?” He brings his finger all the way up from the base to the tip before wrapping his hand around and gives himself a stroke close to the camera.
Haddonfield1978: yes.
Haddonfield1978: you’re doing good.
“Th-thank you,” Settling back onto his bed he leans against his pillows and opens his legs again. “I’m gonna put it in all the way now,” He drags the sound back out a couple inches and slathers more lube over it.
Sinking it back inside himself the reaction is instantaneous. His toes curl and he can feel it inside his prostate which makes him squirm and cry out louder than he has the whole night so far. “F-fuck,” He whimpers, “I’m so full, I-Imagine if you were fucking me while I did this Michael, t-then I’d really be stuffed,”
Admittedly the desire to slip his fingers down to his taint and toy open his hole was strong. However that wasn’t what was booked so he held back. Instead letting the desire and fantasy fuel his ministrations further.
His thighs quiver every time he pulls it out and back in again, pushing it back in one centimeter at a time. It’s too slow yet at the same time he’s overwhelmed with pleasure and it’s too fast. There's a sort of satisfaction that comes with it, knowing that he can actually take the entire bar inside. With a keen he takes his hand away from the ring and leans back on one elbow, with his other he wraps a hand around his length and begins to stroke himself slowly.
The sound of slicked lube squelching against his own skin can be heard through the microphone. He bites his lip at the sounds of himself and admittedly he’s really fucking close. His hand speeds up and his gasps and moans flood the air, the sound is pressing right against his prostate from a completely different spot and he’s scrambling onto the sheets. Forcing himself not to cum he brings his hand down to squeeze at the base of his cock, twitching while he pants.
“I’m so close,” Hips stuttering and thighs quiver involuntarily, he lets out a breathless little laugh. Raising his head to the lens again he licks his bottom lip before biting it. “M’really close, can I cum for you, Michael?” There’s a sense of urgency as he says his name; he wonders if the other likes it when he says their name. “I wanna cum for you, please,”
Haddonfield1978: since you asked so nice
Haddonfield1978: you can. but
Haddonfield1978: say my name when you do.
Nodding he lets out a ragged noise, “Th-thank you,” Dwight whimpers and tosses his head back, resuming his strokes. It’s faster this time, his chest heaves with his gasps, his other hand clenches at the sheets underneath him. Uncurling his fingers he readjusts so he’s lying on his back and still has his thighs spread, one hand still stroking himself but now he brings the other to cup at his balls dangling heavy and swollen. Squeezing them softly he let’s out a little whine before there’s a familiar pooling sensation in his guts. “Mmm fuck, m’gonna, Michael, oh shit, Michael, I’m-”
Speeding up his hand and squeezing at his sack eventually he stutters and the wave begins to hit him. On the last upstroke he takes the ring out and it’s like a black light takes over everything, the pleasure in his guts stirring and exploding everywhere. He’s not really actually aware of how much he cums at first, he just knows his own orgasm is long and runs him over like a train. Spurts of cum burst out of his length and he continues to whimper Michaels name as it courses through him.
Dwight is panting on screen, his legs spread and covered in his release. By his side lay the sound, the ring of it still looped through his finger. It takes him a lot longer than a minute to recover, he’s still shaking as the aftershocks tremor through him by the time he’s able to raise his head. A fucked out dopey smile rests on his lips. “Happy birthday Michael,” Sighing, he brought his hand down to his stomach and swiped it through the puddle that settled on his stomach. Collecting it on his fingers he raises the two up to the camera and spreads them, the line of his cum hanging between them before it snaps. “Hope you enjoyed your present.”
Sucking them into his mouth and standing on shaky legs, he walked towards the camera. They come out of his mouth with a loud pop, “Maybe you’ll want another show later hmm? You know where to find me.” Flashing the camera one last grin before shutting it off. Afterwards the smile falls off his face immediately. He’s fucking exhausted. Still he actually ends the stream a moment later and notices the chat still up.
Haddonfield1978: i did.
Haddonfield1978: thank you.
Haddonfield1978: see you later dwight.
Not thinking much about it before clicking off with a hum, he continues like normal. The first thing he does is unclip the collar on his neck, followed by the ribbons, and begins to clean up and such. Dwight has a lot of regulars, granted this one wasn’t, but he had enough that the language didn’t give him any warning signs. In fact he was rather pleased, wondering if that meant he would buy one of his services again.
———
It’s several days later when Dwight is walking down the street late at night. He was popping by one of his friends earlier that day and their chatting had gone far too long without either party realizing it. The only things that can be heard are the slapping of his shoes on the concrete, the rest of the world is eerily silent tonight. Not even the wind or the chirping of crickets can be heard. Still he doesn’t think much of it, and continues walking home, the only thing on his mind at the moment was the idea of a warm hot bath.
Shivering, he turns his head back. The feeling that someone was watching him was all too familiar and that was all he could feel right now. Glancing around all he sees are the trees and houses with their lights turned off. Wrapping his arms around himself and shrugging it off he turns his head back. Much to his relief, there was nothing there.
———
Michael watches from a distance as he picks up his speed, heading home. Not that it would matter, his door locks were flimsy at best and Dwight was rather weak. Still he was enraptured, and hadn’t been able to keep him off his mind for quite some time now. Silently stalking behind him, he follows as the two make their way towards his house.
He thought he might just take him up on the offer of another show.