“Welcome all, to my channel.”
The screen is still black with only a voice in the background. Lilting. Charming. Deadly.
“I don’t know and don’t want to know how you found me, but I will tell you one thing: once you watch this video, you won’t be the same again.”
Slowly, the image of a young man comes into view. He sits cross legged on a white bed. His green hair and four freckles under each eye make him unique, but that wasn’t what his viewers were watching for.
“I’m not here to play games, unless that’s what you want, of course. I aim to please all of you, one way or the other.”
Oh no, everyone’s eyes were drawn to the black fabric running along his well-toned, pale body, tight in all the right places. The fabric did nothing to hide his sculpted muscles, his hard nipples, his straining bulge waiting to break free of its prison. Their attention was on the blood red collar that he always wore, with a silver ring attached: never too loose, never too tight. Just right.
“If this is not what you seek, it is not too late to back out and forget about me. I understand completely.”
A devilish smirk. A creak of the bed. A flutter of eyelashes. A cock of the head. Emerald orbs pierced through the camera and into the viewers’ eyes; calm, lustful, and powerful all at once.
“But to all those who stay, I have one thing to say.”
Pretty pink lips opened again to say his catchphrase, one he has used for the past 3 years.
“Welcome, to Dirty Deku.”