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“Hey, Law! Come check this out,” Shachi called out to him the moment he stepped through the door.
Law sighed and shrugged off his jacket. It would’ve been nice to come home to some peace and quiet after a long shift at the hospital but somehow he’d not factored that in back when he’d agreed to become roommates with Shachi and Penguin.
“What is it today?” he asked, slouching against the doorframe to the living room. “I’m not watching any more Mineshaft videos.”
“That’s not what it’s called,” Penguin protested weakly as if Law gave a damn.
“Nah, this is something even better,” Shachi said with a grin.
Law glanced at the screen where a dark-haired woman clad in leather and latex was explaining something, emphasizing her words by wagging around a short riding crop.
“Are you guys watching porn?” At least he had the decency to watch that stuff in the privacy of his own room. Alone.
Shachi made a face. “You have no appreciation for nuance. She's an independent content creator, an artist if you will.”
Penguin nodded along. “We’re supporting her.”
“Don’t tell me you’re paying for this.”
“Each of us pays for one and then we watch the content together,” Shachi said.
“You know you can watch porn for free, right?”
It was hardly Law’s business what they did with their money as long as they paid their rent—they were adults after all. Still, he hadn’t forgotten all the times they’d begged him for money because they’d spent all of theirs on takeout pizza and video games.
“Not the same,” Shachi said dismissively. “This is more immersive, we can tell her what to do.”
It was probably best not to voice his opinion on this whole matter, Law decided. He could always shut himself in his room, take a nap and forget all about this interaction.
“I’m not into women so…” Law said, inching towards his bedroom.
“Wait!” Penguin exclaimed. “She’s not alone this time.”
“And why should I ca—” Law said, drifting off as he caught a glimpse of what was happening on the screen.
The camera had shifted, showing a blindfolded man tied to a chair. And what a man. He was all well-defined muscle, sharp features, and white marble skin. Usually, Law would’ve said pale skin was overrated, had never understood some people’s obsession with it, but for once he could see the appeal. The man’s skin seemed to positively glow in the light and Law could only imagine how visible any bruises or bite marks would be on that canvas.
The man’s shirt was rucked up high enough to reveal a perfect chest and when Law finally managed to tear his gaze off the tits his eyes were immediately captivated by the visible bulge in his pants.
“See? You get it now,” Shachi said smugly.
Law couldn’t think of a good reply, at least not anything convincing, so he stepped closer sitting on the arm of the couch. “Is that her boyfriend?”
Penguin groaned. “Law, have you never watched this stuff before? It’s a collab.”
“I don’t pay for porn.”
“He’s some newbie, trying to poach Robin’s viewership,” Shachi said.
Law doubted these two would have much overlap in audiences, seemed like their similarities ended in being hot and kinky. He also questioned why anyone would agree to collaborate with someone they viewed as a threat but he absolutely refused to get into a debate over porn with Shachi.
“But they are gonna fuck?”
“Maybe,” Penguin said. “Depends on what people request.”
For the first time, Law noticed the chat on the screen. It moved fast but the comments seemed to be pretty respectful, not something he would’ve expected. People tended to be vile online, especially towards women.
Penguin seemed to read his thoughts. “You get banned if you say something inappropriate.”
As if on cue, someone called sexmaster_69 sent a comment, “whip that slut already”.
Law raised an eyebrow at Penguin who flushed and stuttered, “That’s appropriate in the context!”
Without a conscious decision, Law had made up his mind to stay and watch, at least for a while. And he didn’t regret his decision when this Robin dominatrix or whatever finally started making good use of her riding crop. She bent over to whisper something to the bound man’s ear—making sure to aim her ass toward the camera while doing so—caressed the side of his face with one gloved hand, and then struck him sharply on his bare chest.
The man flinched, probably more from surprise than actual pain, he couldn’t have seen the hit coming, after all. He didn’t make a sound, however, and that seemed to please Robin because she offered him praise before hitting him on a different spot a little more playfully.
“What’s his name?” Law asked, leaning forward for a better view.
“You thinking of subscribing?” Shachi jeered at him.
Law scoffed. “As if.”
These two didn’t need to know even if he was. How much could it cost, anyway? He never had time to take vacation nor did he have anyone to spend his money on. Might as well treat himself for once.
“I’ll text you his info,” Penguin offered. “His name’s Kid. Or maybe not his real name, probably not, right?” he turned to ask Shachi.
Shachi shrugged. “Who knows, he looks stupid enough to use his own name.”
“What’s your issue with him?” Law snapped.
“Whoa!” Shachi raised his hands in surrender. “Nothing, I’m sorry I offended your new boyfriend.”
“See if I give you money next time you’re broke,” Law countered, quickly whipping his head around when he heard a deep, masculine moan from the screen.
Somehow, he’d managed to miss Robin unzipping Kid’s pants and pulling them down far enough that Kid’s thick thighs were partly on display along with his underwear which did little to conceal how hard he was already.
“Seems like somebody has masochistic tendencies,” Robin crooned and used the tip of her riding crop to tilt back Kid’s head, giving him an assessing look. “What should we do with you?”
The chat was immediately filled with suggestions. A lot seemed to aim at getting Robin to show more skin and made Law doubt these guys—most of them had to be guys, right?—had any clue about BDSM.
“Tell her to peg him,” he said before he could second guess himself out of it.
Both Shachi and Penguin turned to look at him with wide eyes. Law sighed and grabbed the keyboard for himself.
Peg him till he comes, he wrote. He assumed this woman had to have a strap-on, he’d hardly consider her a professional if she didn’t. When he sent the message he realized to his mortification that their username was RobinSimp and he aimed a disappointed look at his roommates.
“Now there’s an idea,” Robin said as she read Law’s message.
She looked straight into the camera and for a second it felt like she could see him, which of course was ridiculous. She offered him—and her other viewers—an enigmatic smile before turning back to Kid.
“Somebody seems to like you. They’re eager to see what’s under here.” As she said the words, she traced her riding crop over the outline of Kid’s dick, earning a needy sound from him.
Shachi groaned. “Great. Now she thinks we’re gay.”
“It’s pretty gay to share your porn account with another guy,” Law mused, refusing to take his eyes off the screen.
“It’s not gay, it’s frugal,” Shachi argued.
“You’re the one who invited me to watch,” Law said.
They should’ve known he’d be more interested in the naked hunk than in their latex-clad wet dream. His sex life may not have been what it had been but that didn’t mean he’d never brought guys to the apartment, even if it was just one-night stands.
Robin pulled off Kid’s pants and curled her fingers under the waistband of his underwear.
“Time for the unboxing,” she said to the camera with a chuckle before getting rid of the last bit of clothing he was wearing.
Law had known the dick would be big but he was still impressed to see it free, lying hard and red against Kid’s toned stomach. Robin reached out to languidly stroke it a few times, spreading around the clear liquid leaking from the tip. Law could practically feel his own mouth watering at the sight.
“Aren’t you just the cutest,” she said when she pulled her hand back and Kid let out an impatient whine. She stepped outside the screen for a second, returning with a bottle of lube. “This one’s new—Prosecco flavor. I’ve been dying to try it. Not sponsored by the company, by the way, I bought this with my own money.”
She coated her fingers in lube before pushing one into her mouth and moaning. “Yummy.”
Then she returned her attention to Kid, pushing one finger inside him and teasing him—and the audience—with her torturously slow foreplay. In the chat, a few people were pleading her to just get on with it but she was ignoring the screen in favor of fingering Kid till he was whimpering desperately.
Maybe the sounds he was making were for show, Law had discovered most guys didn’t make much noise in porn, and when they did it tended to be fake and exaggerated. However, Kid sounded like he was genuinely enjoying himself, and every sound made Law’s dick twitch inside his too-tight jeans. Luckily it seemed Penguin and Shachi were too focused on the screen to pay any attention to his hard-on.
When Robin finally deemed she’d kept everyone waiting long enough, she lined up a collection of dildos and started wiggling into her harness. “Just don’t know which of these to choose, does anybody have any input?”
“We don’t care,” Shachi sighed.
Speak for yourself, Law thought, reaching for the keyboard again. Not only was it a perfect cover for his state of arousal, but he also had a vested interest in the proceedings.
He’d barely typed, “the biggest one”, before Robin was reaching for the girthiest dildo. It wasn’t ridiculously big or unnaturally shaped like some Law had seen even though it was a translucent purple color. Still bigger than anyone he’d fucked or been fucked by though.
Robin had clearly done this before, her movements quick and sure as she attached the dildo to her harness and tightened the straps around her thighs. Kid hadn’t uttered a word during the whole session and Law wondered if Robin had ordered him to stay silent. Hot as the whole BDSM thing was, Law craved to hear what he sounded like, especially aroused like this.
Robin lined herself perfectly against Kid’s hole, using her hand to guide the dildo as she started pushing in. It would’ve gone faster and easier if she’d picked something smaller but neither of them seemed to mind the slower pace of Robin easing into Kid, stretching him wider than she ever could’ve with her slim fingers.
The only sounds coming from Kid as Robin pushed in were small breathy noises but after she was all the way in and had given him a moment to adjust, she started thrusting and his moans grew in volume as well.
Law could tell they were both experienced. Not necessarily with each other but Kid took it in way too easily to not have been fucked before and Robin rolled her hips with practiced ease, paying attention to Kid’s reactions instead of pounding on mindlessly for show.
Law clutched the keyboard like a lifeline, his pants uncomfortably tight at the sight of Robin fucking out spurts of precome from Kid whose dick kept twitching against his abs, desperate to be touched.
“Don’t you dare come without permission,” Robin warned as Kid made a sound so needy Law could feel his own cock throb in reply.
Kid frowned at her—it was clear from his expression that he wanted to say something and he went as far as to open his mouth before a tight squeeze around his arm from Robin had him turning his head to the side in submission.
“I don’t know,” Robin said, turning to the camera, “should we let him come?”
Immediately, the chat filled with people typing, “no” and “not yet”, and while Law could appreciate the sentiment, he was desperate for this to be over soon. He needed to jerk off urgently before he came in his damn pants and he wasn’t about to do that in front of Penguin and Shachi, no matter how guilty they were for his current condition.
And yet he couldn’t find it in himself to leave before Kid was finished, either. Maybe he was hopelessly ignorant about some things when it came to technology but he didn’t know if he’d have a chance to watch this at a later time or if it was a one-time thing. And at this point, he was too embarrassed to ask. All he knew was that he’d not risk missing the ending to the show.
“Well, the audience has spoken,” Robin said as she moved to trace Kid’s leaking cock with her fingertip. “Not yet.”
Kid let out a frustrated growl that made Robin chuckle. “Come on now, you can take a little more, can’t you? You’re doing so well.”
She wrapped her fingers around Kid’s dick and started stroking slowly, smiling at the way it made Kid squirm and pant in a desperate attempt to delay his orgasm. Robin had no mercy on him, however, teasing his cock while thrusting into his ass, finding an angle that made him throw his head against the wall and arch his back.
“Does it feel good? Ready to come? You’ll have to ask nicely though.”
And finally, Kid had a chance to speak. His voice was deep and hoarse with arousal as he said, “Fuck, I want—”
“Yeah?”
“I want to come,” he said, grimacing as if the last bit physically hurt to utter, “Please.”
Robin waited a long moment before she replied. “Maybe I should be merciful… This time.”
“Ugh, y—yeah,” Kid panted, looking like he was about to lose it whether he got permission or not.
“You may come,” Robin said, but before Kid could sigh with relief she added, “on the count of ten.”
The pinched expression on Kid’s face said that was going to be a stretch but he nodded, regardless.
“One,” she started counting, her hips rolling faster. “Two.”
She took her sweet time getting to three, playing with the tip of Kid's cock while rutting against his prostate.
"Count faster," Kid gasped.
The words had barely left his mouth when Robin's hand was already moving, slapping him with enough force you could clearly hear the impact. "One more word from you and it'll be a hundred instead of ten."
Kid’s shut his mouth with an audible click as Robin resumed counting—even slower than previously. By the time she reached eight Kid’s legs were visibly shaking.
“Nine,” Robin said, the dildo moving unrelentlessly in and out of Kid.
Her fingers tightened noticeably around his cock and she added a little twist to her strokes. She took multiple deep breaths, making the pause between the last two digits the longest yet. Unlike her, Law found himself holding his breath, not believing Kid could come on command no matter how close he was.
And then finally, Robin said, “Ten”.
The word had an instant effect on Kid who arched his back, letting out a pained sob as he came, the first spurt of semen landing on Robin and sliding down the shiny surface of her latex pants. She pumped him dry till Kid’s head was dangling over the headrest of his chair and he was making weak protests.
Then she let go of his cock and grabbed his chin, pulling his face up and snagging off the blindfold so he was forced to meet her eye to eye although he looked quite out of it, eyes half-lidded and his lip bleeding slightly from where he’d bitten himself.
“You need more training. Don’t think you can coast by just because you’re pretty.”
“Sorry,” Kid mumbled, not really sounding like he meant it.
Law straightened his back, realizing he’d been leaning forward so eagerly he was close to falling on the floor, all in order to not miss a single detail of what was happening on the screen. He turned his head to find both Shachi and Penguin staring at him.
“Pretty nice, huh?” Shachi said with a knowing smirk.
Penguin avoided eye contact with Law, the flush on his face either from his own arousal or from having noticed how turned on Law was, Law didn't want to know.
He cleared his throat. "Well, thanks for letting me watch."
He got up, tactically turning his back to his roommates so neither had a chance of witnessing the state he was in, and headed toward his room doing his best to walk at a casual speed.
"Anytime!" Shachi shouted after him.
The last thing Law heard before closing the door was Robin reminding people to subscribe to Kid's channel and then he was hurrying to his own laptop. He used one hand to type because the other one was busy unzipping his pants.
It didn't take long to find Kid's content now that he knew what to look for but as he scrolled through the page he couldn't help but groan in frustration—most of the content you could only access after subscription. And that'd require a credit card, and he wasn't about to get up to look for his wallet.
He was resigned to just jacking off to one of the free pictures, which were hot but pretty tame, when he stumbled upon a video you could watch for free. Maybe it was standard practice to give people a taste of what they'd be paying for, not that Law required any persuading.
As he clicked the video open he was almost giddy to realize it wasn't just a clip but actually almost thirty minutes long. He turned it on after fumbling for his headphones and almost dropping them. The beginning had Kid fully clothed and talking, and as good as he looked, Law didn't have the patience to wait through it.
He skipped ahead and got an eyeful of Kid pouring lube on his hard dick, slowly rubbing it down its whole length. That's more like it, he thought, grabbing his own cock.
He was painfully hard and doubted he'd last as long as Kid had managed with Robin but he also has the luxury of privacy. If he came in two minutes nobody would know. Still, he was tempted to try and delay the inevitable till he could finish together with Kid who was now stroking himself and moaning straight into Law's ears.
Law watched as Kid reached for a clear silicone toy and started thrusting into it. Whatever mic he was using to record this stuff had to be pretty high-tech because the sound of his dick pushing in and out of the silicone tube was obscene.
At this point Law was panting, matching his strokes to Kid's. He hadn't had time to search for lube but he was already leaking, the precome easing the friction.
For whatever reason his eyes fixated on a drop of sweat trailing down Kid's face as if caressing his beautiful, sharp features and Law wished he could've been there in person to lick it off. Nobody had any right to be that good-looking, not even if their job called for it.
The only way it could've been better was if he hadn't been wearing his shirt so Law could've seen those perfect tits again but maybe Kid had to keep some things as strictly paid content.
"Oh, fuck," Kid said in a breathy voice, his hips stuttering as he came.
He jerked himself through the orgasm, making small hitched sounds as he filled the toy to the brim. What finally did it for Law was Kid pulling the toy off, his still mostly hard cock flopping against his stomach as the come from the toy dripped on it.
Law had always been a private person and preferred to masturbate quietly but this time he couldn't keep a deep groan from escaping as the orgasm hit him. He had no time to pick a tissue and spilled all over his jeans, some even landing on his chair as he panted through it.
It took him a moment to recover, relaxing against the chair and still breathing hard. He wiped his fingers on his jeans because those were a lost cause already and focused back on the screen. The video had ended, leaving him with a still of Kid in a relaxed position, eyes closed and his softening dick covered in white, resting against his thigh.
Law could feel his dick twitching interestedly at the sight, something that hadn't happened this fast since he was a teenager. He had to find his wallet, and quickly, even if it meant losing moral high ground on Shachi and Penguin.