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@ greypigeon 
greypigeon
hey get the fuck up
i want to get my dick wet
Wild_Trickster
???? cock-chan its lke 2am 
greypigeon
so idc
also no to that nickname
fucking call me grey or ill kill you with my dick
Wild_Trickster
i hear u i hear u
let me just make sure my roommate is asleep
greypigeon
hurry tf up bitch
Wild_Trickster
i
okay.
“That didn’t take long at all,” A deep grunt echoes through Ren’s shitty earpods, sending a shiver to coarse through his body as he lay clothed atop his own bed. Cock-chan, or Grey as he prefers to be called, has his camera angled to cut off at his head with his entire rest of his body up for display. “One dick pic is all it takes for you to crumble, huh? What a predictable little whore you are, Ren.”
The eboy swallows down the lump in his throat as he squirms in place, unable to refute his claims because it was true. Ever since the first creepy dick pic that clambered into his DMs, his entire vision gets assaulted by the thickest and biggest cock he’s ever seen (hence the first given name ‘Cock-chan’). His heart has always been faithful for his streamer but it’s only so far that a parasocial relationship can hold between them.
Ren craves his instinctual nature to physically fill himself up to the thought of a cock and Grey’s one is just so perfect for him. Granted, he’s never seen another person’s cock before but he’s more than sure that most people aren’t that big in length and diameter. Every picture and video he gets from Grey is saved into a secret folder on his phone, just for Ren to admire and use what he’s been so graciously given. They’re supposed to be threats to keep his end of their relationship with sending his own media yet Ren rolls his eyes back over and over again to a loop of Grey’s glorious cumshots across printed pictures.
And if he imagines that it is his favourite streamer’s cock cumming all over photos of him instead? That’s only for him to know.
“W-well, if you send stuff like that…” Ren bites down on his bottom lip, chewing the soft skin nervously as his gaze darts away from the shitty laptop camera. He twirls the cord of his earpods around his finger as he tries to think about anything else but his deep voice sending him into hysterics. “How could I really deny you anything if you do that…”
“You’re the one who accepted my friend requests and let me continue doing these things to you, eboy.” Grey’s voice whispers into the microphone, dripping with darker undertones that submerge him right wherever he wants him. A hand comes to gently squeeze at the base of his cock, Ren’s eyes snapping back to the screen to watch intensely at the bead of precum that drips down the tip and stains the sheets underneath. “You had every reason to block me yet you never did. Tell me, I’m so curious after all, is it perhaps you’ve always just been like this? Clambering onto any cock that gets sent to you, desperately getting off to the image of it filling you up?”
The dark chuckle after resonates through Ren’s shaky bones, his entire body heating up as Ren physically swallows as his eyes zone in on Grey’s precum seeping out, “Or perhaps I unlocked something in you? The thought of you doing this for any one else… irritates me.”
Ren gasps as the words seemingly wrap around his neck and squeeze tightly around it, rubbing his thighs together unintentionally as he watches Grey pump his cock right in front of him. He badly wants to touch himself too, put on a show to give something worth masturbating to for Grey, but he knows better than to move too much without any instructions.
The last time they were on a proper call together had Ren sprawled all over his chair and desk, he accidentally pressed the toy inside him too early out of pure frustration. He still can recall how utterly disappointed Grey sounded, telling him to pull out and just watch him jack off to his own videos without moving a muscle. It was torture hearing his deep pants and groans reverberating in his ears as he watches cumshot after cumshot all over his phone, his own TikToks barely visible from how many times he unloaded atop it.
Grey has him right where he wants him if Ren ever wanted to gain anything from this call, thumbing at his weeping tip harshly as he brings his mic closer to his mouth. “So… What is it, Ren?”
His fists are balled in his lap as he obediently stays in place without even being told to, bowing his head slightly with his vision being eclipsed by Grey’s short thrusts into his hand. Ren never expected this situation at all, being treated like an object yet it stirs something so warm in his insides. His own abandoned cock jumping up in interest at every moment that Grey even took an intake of air, entirely conditioned to obey his every command.
“I d-don’t do this to anyone,” Ren refutes firmly as his nails dig into the palms of his hands, wetting his dry lips more when Grey outwardly groans in response. “It’s only b-been you, Grey. I only do this sort of thing f-for you.”
“Not even for your little streamer crush?” Panic that rises up Ren’s chest as his head shoots up, his eyes shaking in actual horror as he makes out a row of teeth in the darkness curled into a menacing grin. “Don’t think I don’t know. What kind of fan of you would I be if I didn’t know how much you like CallOfChaos? It’s cute seeing you fanboy over him but I like seeing you desperate and begging underneath me to cum. Something that I can do but he can never.”
Ren’s heart is torn in his chest at the thought of sweet Akechi, his beautifully soft yet feral smiles and his genuine laughter that could rival the morning birds’ chirps to a new day. The feelings he has for the streamer is complicated at best, his heart doing several somersaults whenever he reads out any donations he sends him on stream to listening to his voice lull him to sleep in the dead of night. To say it's a crush is oversimplified but it’s not like Akechi knows him personally enough for him to hope for more.
Maybe that’s why Ren latched onto Grey that day. Grey was tangible, real, and all his as much as he was all Grey’s.
“He doesn’t know me anyways…” Ren mumbles out loud under his breath, ashamed at how transparent his feelings are to an almost stranger. He doesn't need a reminder of how fucked up his emotions can get, especially towards the object of his affections. “No point in hoping much for a miracle…”
Akechi is a sore topic between them. As Ren’s unproclaimed number one incel, having the one person you simp for being infatuated by some random influencer must be tough. He can think about having to read his inner thirst comments on the daily, exponentially growing if there happened to be a stream that day. Grey must really dislike the streamer, the venom running through every word alluding to him.
Grey thankfully lets it go as he barks off his first command, “Get up and get the toy I got you and lube too. You also better be bare when you enter the frame next if you know what’s going to happen.”
Ren quickly rips off his earpods and fumbles to his side drawer, rummaging through all the decoy books and trinkets until he finds the sizable pink vibrator and his almost empty bottle of lube. Throwing them against his bedsheets with a light thud, he scrambles to pull off his pyjama shirt and featherman pink boxers, not wasting a single minute of Grey’s time and his own hormones kicking into overdrive about finally doing something but watch.
He puts his earpods back in as he re enters frame with his goodies in hand, awaiting Grey’s next command as he shivers in the cold of the dead morning hours. Goosebumps litter across his pale skin in droves as he sits there, smiling fondly when he notices how Grey sharpy gasps under his breath when he’s situated back in front of him.
The eboy has a lingering suspicion about Grey. Although he lets him parade around and dominate him at every turn, Ren could compare all of Grey’s actions to one of a dedicated simp that many of his fellow egirl friends deal with on a daily basis. The incel type that should send alarms blaring in his mind to stop pursuing him, to immediately block and report for harassment like his like-minded peers.
But if Ren has to be honest, he kinda found him cuter in some weird fucked up way. Seeing how far this guy would go just to get him to notice him, it reminded him of himself and how hard he can go as a fanboy for CallOfChaos. That sort of comradery that he somewhat respects, even if it is directed mostly towards him for god knows what reason.
“Good boy...” Grey hums into his mic, his hand idle and gripping around the base of his cock as if to stop his flow. Ren chuckles at the thought of Grey cumming before him again, thinking about the many times it’s happened while on video call. Who knew his little incel had a short fuse? “No foreplay today, kitten. I’ve been pent up for hours and just want to hear you scream for me. Daddy got heated earlier and just wanted to relieve some stress.”
Relieve some stress. Ren can’t believe how much that turned him on, his legs already spreading open as if Grey is pulling the strings on his body and contorting it wherever he pleases. Clicking the tube of lube open, he spreads an egregious all around his vibrator since he’s not able to finger himself this time, thanking all his stars above that he prepared himself before when he jerked off the night before.
“Okay then... Daddy.” Ren rubs the rubber tip of his toy across his puckered hole, biting the inside of his cheek as he slowly pushes it past the rim. A broken cry escapes him faster than he can catch it, his raw insides trying desperately to push it out and pull it in at the same time. “A-ah, shit! F-fuck- Grey- Daddy! It still hurts a little-”
“Keep going. Don’t disappoint me, Ren. I’ve seen you do better.”
Grey’s voice is firm and sends deep punches into Ren’s gut trying to stop, egging him on to further press the vibrator inside. Tears fill the corners of his eyes as the pain pricks at the edge, fueling him further as Grey’s low pants and grunts for him to keep going start to overtake every sense he has.
“Fuck... that’s it, kitten,” Grey lowly sighs as he picks up his pace, his hand sliding up and down his cock with something wetter coating it completely. Was it lube or spit? Ren can’t tell from the shitty camera of a laptop and he wishes he was at his desk. Somehow, Grey’s camera set up at his desk is too professional but he isn’t complaining about seeing each vein in 4k. “Just like that. When it’s in, turn it all the way up. Dance for Daddy.”
Like clockwork, the head of his pink toy is snuggled right against his prostate, eliciting a sharp gasp from the light pressure alone. Ren wraps his shaky fingers around the base, slowly turning the vibrations up each level at a time, his body convulsing as he shrieks with each one more violent than the last. By the time it’s reached level fifteen, his thighs are trembling on the sheets, his mouth agape as inhumane noises scratch his throat raw as it leaves him.
“Aah! Daddy! ’s sho good... ‘s shooooooo good!” Ren’s tongue tied words cause Grey to chuckle as the eboy weakly attempts to press the toy in further, a shock traveling down to the very tips of his toes almost knocking Ren over. He shifts position till he’s laying back against his bed frame, legs spread open farther and right all for Grey to see, gingerly thrusting it inside as he continues to moan. “Haaa! Grey! Grey!”
“God… you’re so hot,” Grey licks his lips before quickening his pace, pumping himself at a harder rate as he continues to stare at Ren off screen. The eboy sobs as he watches Grey cum all over his hand, never stopping even when all the remnants of release are slicked up all around his still hardened cock. “Shit, kitten. Do you imagine it’s my dick in there? Or do you imagine it bigger, you desperately clamping around something too small and wishing for me to fill you up instead?”
Grey’s filthy talk is making Ren’s brain go crazy, his vision blacking out at the edges as his insides convulse and cling onto the toy, thrusting it harder and more erratically with every deep growl that fills his ears. He’s so close already even if Grey did nothing else but talk and show off his cock, all of it just sends him into an overdrive of arousal. Sure, he could do this all on his own and get satisfied with all that.
Yet it's the thrill of Grey seeing him like this, being the only one to see him unravel just from a few pretty words and a small jerk of his cock. Grey is the one who wants him to come, put on a show just for his eyes only. Watch as he clumsily thrusts something inside himself, probably wishing to be buried right inside instead and pull those moans out from his own hand.
Ren screws his eyes shut before pounding it as deeply as he can inside, howling and shrieking from the top of his lungs as his sweet spot gets hit over and over again, “Y-yes! I w-want Daddy’s cock-! Grey’s cock! Inside of me!”
He brokenly gasps as his cock spurts out his inevitable release, shooting straight up until it hits his own chin. His stomach is painted in his own cum as he switches off the device immediately, shuddering from the overstimulation caressing his sensitive insides. He pants heavily to catch his breath, an arm covering his vision as he slowly takes out the toy, leaving his hole to twitch around nothing as spurts of extra lube expels out.
“G-grey?” He meekly asks as the silence permeates the air, peeking up from his arm to see Grey on all fours, soft almost inaudible breathing on his end. His sheets are completely soaked in his cum yet all Ren could think about was how much of a waste that all is, licking his lips at each droplet riding down the base of Grey’s flaccid cock. “I-I see I d-delivered then. Had fun, Grey?”
A strained scoff expels out of him, a towel coming into view to wipe away the copious amounts of his release off his own bed. Ren is always endeared at how easy it is to make Grey come, wondering to himself how many times he came early whilst they were still on just audio terms. A genuine incel-type for sure, Ren has seen this time and time again across the comments of his TikTok.
Grey is very lucky that his cock is too beautiful for him to pass up on, no matter how fast he comes.
“Don’t make me punish you after being so good already,” Grey warns with a low baritone, making Ren immediately shiver. He’s already spent but his cock still twitched up in interest, this incel’s effect on him is way too much. Thankfully, he shuts off his camera and he’s greeted by the simple icon of Grey Pigeon, his namesake. CallOfChaos also loves Grey Pigeon, coincidentally enough. “Goodnight, kitten. Thanks for the call, I’m going back to sleep or something. You better be in bed too, didn’t you have classes later today? Why are you even up this late...”
“Oh? Have you really been paying attention to my schedule, Grey?” Ren quips in interest, chucking his toy and lube back in his table haphazardly. He’ll clean it up properly tomorrow but his entire body is begging for sleep, already curling up in his bed and laying on his side like a cat having a stretch. “As if you weren’t the one threatening me to call by sending a picture of your dick hard-”
“Go to sleep, Ren.”
Goro’s face burns a bright red as he clicks off Discord, moving his mouse down to the screen recording software to review what he’s recorded thus far. He doesn’t want anything to be corrupted after all, nervously tapping at the escape key as he reviews it all minute by minute and tries to will his erection back down again in the process. His bones ache from the strenuous activity, he can’t will himself to jerk off right now.
“G-grey! Grey! F-fuck, it’s so so so so good-!”
He chews at the inside of his cheek, guilty looking at himself through the monitor of his laptop. If only he knew who exactly Grey was, what would he say then? Goro doesn’t want to think about it. He likes it this way. It’s better for Ren to not get entangled in his affairs of real life, willing to live this lie as long as he gets this side to himself.
“He doesn’t know me anyways… No point in hoping much for a miracle…” Goro sighs to himself as he pulls up new game on his actual personal computer, boredly staring at the monitor in disdain as he logs out of his secret discord account. “Not like I made it easy on him. I hope he never finds out it’s me.”
He knows the eboy is fond of his streamer persona, the several thirst tweets he scrolls past on his other twitter account is more than enough evidence to justify it. It would be so easy to use his main account to introduce himself, start a proper camaraderie with Ren and see where it goes from there.
That was the smarter way.
“Fuck it. Think later, play now,” Goro groans as he rolls his neck around, picking up a wanted sign with the rulesets he preferred. He has a stream scheduled in a few hours and he would rather all-nighter it than go to sleep now, getting a head start on how this game worked differently from the last. “Cut it out now. Grey wakes up tomorrow to greet Ren in several hours. You are Goro Akechi. You are CallOfChaos.”