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Sitting in front of the computer, Sung Hyunje begins to understand that boredom has only gotten worse with age. In all his nearly forty years of trying to relieve it, he never thought that boredom would lead him to the shady corners of the internet that was usually reserved for people that had no other options. Why would he resort to scrolling through various streamers and paying them money just for them to awkwardly read out his username and forget about it not even a minute later?
Even just scrolling through the site, he’s scoffing to himself. Somebody was caught scrolling through the site on the office internet, and when he caught wind of it through the gossip machine (Kang Soyoung loudly discussing it outside of her office and placing bets on who the culprit was), he felt curious enough to check it out himself.
No — he never even dreamed of resorting to cheap entertainment like this. And it wasn’t as if he had any moral qualms against it (but then again, he hasn’t had any moral qualms against anything), but simply because he never needed to. He could very well just go out and find somebody eager and willing without even bringing up money.
But that argument suddenly loses all ground as his mouse hesitates over the watch button of a streamer who, despite not amassing a lot of viewers, has caught his eye. A masquerade mask is pulled over the face, loose ribbons framing his face. It’s enough to hide the upper half of his face, but stops at a neat curve over the bridge of his nose, so Sung Hyunje can see his lips clearly. They’re full with a prominent cupid’s bow, but it’s the smile that makes him hesitate over the play button.
A small, teasing smile that tugs at him, and he’s so distracted by it that he presses play. It’s not necessarily motivated by desire, but more so by curiosity by the familiarity of that smile. He’s sure that it’s usually followed by something else, a tapping of the chin and a disgusted look that leaves him out of sorts.
“Hmmm, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” the camboy says. “I’ve been feeling a bit exhausted by work lately so I thought I’d check in on everybody.”
He’s wearing the same mask he has in the thumbnail, paired with a corset that laces up from the back, a startling black color similar to the mask that leaves a deep contrast against his skin. It slopes low, almost obscenely low, on his chest just so that his nipples almost show; a bright pink barely peeking out of the lace. And while the sides end right below his ribs, they curve downwards to meet right above his groin in a way that leaves him feeling hot.
The bottoms leave little to the imagination, a pair of jockey straps that little to hide any skin. Almost bursting at the seams, if he moves just a little, it would reveal everything. A thin strap is practically hidden by the curve of his ass, stretching over his hole, punctuated by the beauty mark that is made all the more apparent by his on his pelvic bone.
Sung Hyunje wants nothing more than to grab onto his thighs, watch the imprint of his hands leave just as striking a mark as that mole, a deep red that would look flushed on his otherwise clear skin. He’s never been struck by wanting on this level; to consume, to hold — even just the act of watching the camboy speak feels dirty as he’s so mesmerized by the color of his flushed lips.
It leaves him straining to even think straight as he watches him, all blood pulsating to his crotch. There’s something eerily recognizable about him and his voice that he can’t quite place, that traces back to a desire long dormant.
“As you all know, I’ve been working overtime every day this week. And then my boss suggested for us to all have a team dinner today but I said I have plans. After dumping all of his work onto me at the last minute too, can you believe it…”
jellyfishing: id never treat u like that
“Of course my dear viewers are nothing like my boss. Which is why I prepared a little gift for you all.”
The camboy on screen leans over the side of the screen to grab something, even the arch of his back leaving Sung Hyunje speechless. Although the corset is tight in the front, it’s a bit looser in the back and he spots the shoddy work of the bow; surely a lame attempt done by blind guesswork. But that doesn’t detract from his appeal, and his eyes carefully follow the curve of his back as his ass arches upwards into the air.
The comments not miss that either, if the swarm of sudden comments are any indication.
sfkefljs2932: how much to take it off
chatter700: hard already
sigmalevel: let me put it in plz
[sigmalevel] sent 100 tokens
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“There we go. I don’t know how many of you actually read my posts, but today I decided that we’d be doing a donation-based challenge. If I get enough, maybe I’ll quit my job,” he jokes, presenting a dildo that looks comically big between his hands. It’s one of the most realistic he’s seen between the color and the lifelike veins that run down it, watching the other he curls his fingers over the shaft with a definite nod. “I bought this the other day but I didn’t expect it to arrive so soon… it definitely looks bigger than it did in the picture. See?”
He opens his leg a little so he can place it between them, angling it upwards against his stomach. The dildo leaves an impression over the of his stomach, a size that looks monstrously big in comparison with him, and the contrast leaves him straining against the inseam of his pants. Without even thinking about it, he logs his credit card onto the site’s system, personal security be damned, keeping one eye trained on the other at all times.
A name he knows he should remember is at the tip of his tongue; but all he has to go with for now is Honeypot, a nickname befitting of the beholder. His voice is soft, made all the more enticing by the exhaustion traced in it that leaves the ends of his sentences slightly breathy.
He wants nothing more than to be there in place of the toy, to watch how his own dick would look splayed over the other’s abdomen. Whether the other’s stomach would bulge as he put it in, and how he would look under him; writhing and tight, if he preferred it to be slow or to take it all in at once, if the corset would loosen under the tension.
Just imagining it leaves him painfully hard.
The streamer goes on talking, using his stomach as a stand for the dildo as he presents a remote now. “This is where the donations come in. For every… hmm, how many should I do?”
jellyfishing: 10 :)
chatter700: who let the broke student in
chatter700: 50
jellyfishing: 100
“A little higher,” he encourages. “Let’s make it more rewarding.”
2890341: 500
diarma: show ur ass again
He’s not sure how to use the site properly. It’s even more difficult to think when all he can concentrate on is how Honeypot rubs lotion over his skin, massaging it into his before wringing his hands together to finish off the residue. So that must be why, when he chooses to send a chat, he opts for the option that’ll demand the attention of the streamer.
In short, the most expensive option. (In hindsight, it’s obvious that a site like this would be exploitative on one’s wallet, encouraging you to give away as much money as possible.) When his message is sent, it’s accompanied by small fireworks that explode over the screen.
princessbride: How about ten thousand tokens?
[princessbride] has sent 10000 tokens
congratulations to [princessbride] for their first donation!
“Ten… what ?”
2890341: wtf unfair
chatter700: who has that money
sigmalevel: ban the bot
sigmalevel: ban the bot
2890341: what kind of bot has money lolol ur mad ur 100 wasnt enough
sigmalevel: ban @2890341
“Everybody, I know you don’t have the money for ten thousand tokens per donation! Princess… er, Princessbride, thank you for the donation! And I’m glad a new user can join us today!”
chatter700: why i feel offended by that
sfkefljs2932: sorry we can’t all be chaebols
princessbride: Isn’t the purpose of this site to get donations?
[princessbride] has sent 10000 tokens
princessbride: I can send more than enough to compensate for your less fortunate viewers.
[princessbride] has sent 10000 tokens
diarma: did u call us leeches
sigmalevel: dont listen to him
[sigmalevel] has sent 500 tokens
thotsonordaughter: ban him
xxxxxxlllllldick: how much will 30k get us for the challenge
“Everybody! I understand that you might feel… pressured by this new viewer, but we’re like a family here. Nobody can buy their way into my heart.”
He says this with a big smile, eyes practically flashing money signs as he watches the increasing number of donations come in.
“Now, back to the challenge. With every donation, I’ll increase the levels on this dildo. There should be… five? Hm. The store warned me to not go too high but you know I aim to please.” He tilts his head, the ribbons of the masquerade mask falling over his face. “And to get money. Don’t be shy.”
sfkefljs2932: 1
[sfkefljs2932] has sent 10 tokens
sfkefljs2932: 2
[sfkefljs2932] has sent 10 tokens
sfkefljs2932: 3
[sfkefljs2932] has sent 10 tokens
sfkefljs2932: 4
[sfkefljs2932] has sent 10 tokens
sfkefljs2932: 5
[sfkefljs2932] has sent 10 tokens
“Very funny. Before we start, I need to prepare myself.”
2890341: showshowshowshowshow
chatter700: i cant see anything
Sung Hyunje watches him, mesmerized as he reclines back, his pelvis in full view as he opens his legs even more. The smooth expanse of his thighs look almost glistening after the lotion he applied, and he can’t tear his eyes away from the jockey strap, darkened by the precum. Honeypot, with fingers dripping with lubricant, tugs the string away from his hole, revealing dark red and puckered skin. With the grainy camera quality, he can’t see it as well as he would want to; but this way is almost better, made more intimate by the low quality of the camera, reminiscent of videos he would take back in university.
Still… he can only imagine how much better it would be, to see everything crystal clear as if it were before him. Just imagining the other lying in front of him, like a gift that worked to unwrap itself for him, has him gripping the upholstery of the armchair. It would be so easy to pull him towards him, and watch everything it was meant to be all for him.
princessbride: Your camera is too low quality. Buy a new computer.
[princessbride] has sent 100000 tokens
avatar123: heard of a big spender in this stream didnt think it was this bad lol
sigmalevel: re u fking srious
avatar123: how hard was it to type that w one hand
sfkefljs2932: wtfmksfljrlkjt
sfkefljs2932: BAN HIM.
The streamer disregards them, too concentrated by his own hands. He slowly massages himself, using the other hand to stretch himself further open as the first hand curls inward. The exertion seems to be getting to him, since he starts exhaling deeply.
Exhales turn into shaky moans with the fingers going in deeper. His legs shake slightly at the contact, and his pelvis arches more upward, giving a more clear view of the process. Panting fills Sung Hyunje’s ears, high and breathy, while he watches the other work through the resistance of his hole before he pulls his fingers out, leaving his insides slick.
“Now that I look at it again, I don’t think I prepared myself enough for this.”
Honeypot makes a big show of the dildo, comparing it against his own once again. His face is more flushed now, a bright red that spreads to the of his neck.
“But that should be enough for now.”
The tip slides in easily enough. Contact between the and the dildo is embarrassingly loud, a slick sound that reverberates throughout the room. But as he pushes it in deeper, he bites down on his bottom lip at the resistance.
Sung Hyunje can practically see himself doing it. It would be easy enough to first tease at his entrance with the tip before pushing it in and watch how he tightens himself around him. His imagination only grows more vivid as he watches Honeypot struggle, panting at the effort.
Finally he gets the majority of the shaft inside and lets out a gasp as it’s all in. The ends peek out at the hole, swollen by the pressure against him. When he positions himself into more of a sitting position, Sung Hyunje can practically trace the outline of the dildo pressed within him, and how his dick is practically bursting, leaking precum through the fabric.
His corset is now hanging off of him, loosened to the point of indecency. Sung Hyunje can see the red outline on his from the touch of the corset, and the nipples that are in full display.
“ Fuck… It’s been such a long time…” The remote almost slips as he grapples to get a grip on it. “Okay. For… God ... every five viewers that send something, I’ll increase a level.”
With a look of such struggle on his face, Sung Hyunje finally recognizes him.
It’s so obvious.
Han Yoojin .
Former contractual worker now full-time employee, he has almost no presence in the office. There was never any reason for them to cross paths as he was too far up the corporate ladder to even entertain what petty drama went on in the other departments. He was introduced to Han Yoojin by Song Taewon, who chose to take him under his wing before the former transferred to a more understaffed department.
What was it that he said? A hard worker that pushed his own limits? There was something else that he can’t be bothered to remember, not when he’s witnessing more important things like how his eyes are watering at the pressure of the dildo.
Song Taewon was very on the nose with that.
They saw each other a couple more times but it was always in the company of other people, or brief interactions that lead to nothing more than passing nods. If it wasn’t for the impression he left on him that first day, he wouldn’t have remembered him as well.
Admittedly, it wasn’t much. He didn’t even think much of it at the moment; but later, he kept on returning to that moment where they exchanged introductions, Sung Hyunje cracked a joke at Song Taewon’s expense, and Han Yoojin looked up at him with a brief look of such contempt before switching to a sharp smile when he noticed his gaze and asked if he worked long enough, could he be as unprofessional as well?
If he had any shame left in him, he would be horrified to admit how much it excited him. And how after, his eyes would follow Han Yoojin, who would flash that same mocking smile at him with that contemptuous look in his eyes, and act none the wiser before returning to whatever he was doing right after.
[jellyfishing, chatter700, xxxxxlllldick, randomized01, 69696969] have donated 2300 tokens in total
“Okaaay, level one.”
He presses on the button and the vibrator starts, a slow whirring sound that’s reminiscent of a fan.
“Not… bad,” he manages. “I think we can better.”
xxxxlllldick: tokens or lvl
sfkefljs2932: powerscaling viewers now
diarma: cant see the ass well
“I’m talking about levels ,” he clarifies.
princessbride: you’re talking pretty coherently.
[princessbride] has donated 10000 tokens
princessbride: would this be enough
[princessbride] has donated 10000 tokens
princessbride: honeypot
[princessbride] has donated 10000 tokens
princessbride: xxxx
[princessbride] has donated 10000 tokens
princessbride: xxxxx
[princessbride] has donated 10000 tokens
Han Yoojin sits there, gaping at the screen, and as the viewers, as complaints and shocked comments rush in by the second. “Well… our new guest is excited. Unfortunately, I meant five viewers, PrincessBride-ssi.” Even while he’s trying to talk normally, his words come out as more breathy than usual, and he grips onto the sheets with such great force his fingers turn pink.
princessbride: Why have 5 when I’m more than enough?
[princessbride] has donated 10000 tokens
sigmalevels: dont listen to him
[sigmalevels] has donated 1000 tokens
replyguyforu: SO GREEDY
“Ah…”
That must’ve provoked a reaction, because he pushes the button; but this time, his finger slips and it pushes all the way up, leaving behind a resounding vibration that almost has Han Yoojin screaming. He doesn’t even have a chance to say anything before he comes all over himself, through the thin lace material of the shorts.
And even as he turns it off, panting heavily from the aftermath, he begins to rut against the sheets off the bed, his ass arched up in the hair as he tries to relieve the lingering sensation. His panting that follows has grown into more of a whine and his eyes have gotten watery, the tears mixing with the sweat as they fall.
For a few seconds, he can barely hear anything as he watches him blood pounding in his ears. The dildo almost slides right out of his gaping hole and he discards it to the side of the bed carelessly. Every one of his moments are slightly off kilter as he tries to regain himself, reading through the buzzingly fast messages of the chat.
Sung Hyunje wonders how he’d feel knowing he’s watching him right now. Humiliated, for sure — the thought is exciting, envisioning how he’d break it to him that he knows about his little secret. He’d probably be outraged, seeing how he’s trying to hide his identity with the mask. And that realization excites him, how this is almost like their own dirty, little secret; between him, Han Yoojin (unknowingly), and the other viewers that now begin to feel like unwelcome interruptions.
Surely there’s a way to start a private chat. On sites as money hungry as this, they’d make that an option. He’s about to ask the chat until he sees an option on the top right for ‘the most loyal viewers, an opportunity to be one on one with your favorite streamer.’
He doesn’t even blink at the price before clicking on it.
[princessbride] has requested a private room. Accept?
chatter70: nooo finish the show
xxlllldick: it was a matter of time
jellyfishing: <//3
Han Yoojin declines. “I could never abandon my loyal viewers. I want to say good night to everybody, you know.”
It’s petty. He doesn’t care. He types the words anyways, and his voice echoes as he does so, typing the enter bar with a quick flourish and a sick anticipation at how the other would react at his own words being mirrored to him.
princessbride: So if I’ve been a viewer for long enough, I can be just as unprofessional as you?
[princessbride] has donated 10000 tokens
He pauses for a second, his eyebrows furrowing before his mouth twists into a mocking smile not unlike the ones he gave him at the office. “So my richest viewer lacks in manners what he makes up for in money. I guess your job really lets you get away with too much.”
princessbride: And I was wondering if I was your viewer long enough, I’d be promoted to a dedicated, full time regular.
[princessbride] has donated 10000 tokens
sfkefljs2932: whats this office job roleplay
diarma: how does ur job dole out punishment
“That’s only for the most well-behaved of viewers who have a good quarterly review. Maybe you can pay your way.”
princessbride: If it comes with benefits, no price is too much.
[princessbride] has donated 10000 tokens
diarma: this is not an ass thing?
xxxxlllldick: im getting nightmare flashbacks of my job
“You’re just starting, you don’t get benefits yet. A newbie who gets ahead of himself doesn’t make it in the corporate world, you know.”
princessbride: Forgive me for getting ahead of myself.
[princessbride] has donated 10000 tokens
avatar123: everytime i see it i’m no less shocked
“With the new working culture nowadays, you have to accept that newbies will make mistakes.” He shakes his head, and for a moment Sung Hyunje thinks the mask will fall off by threatening to slip off his nose, but before it does, Han Yoojin waves his hand before moving his mouse to end the stream.
“Good night, lovely viewers! I’ll post an announcement online about my next stream.”
Not even a minute after he closes the stream and Sung Hyunje is stuck in front of his computer before he gets a notification on his phone.
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so lonely you pay your employees to fuck themselves on the internet?