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“‘Tae is off his game today’? Who said that?” Taerae huffed. “I’m not!”
He adjusted his headphones in annoyance and then gripped his controller harder. The bright blue light of his screen illuminated his features for the camera; the only light in the room save for the ambient purple LEDs. The chat on his screen ticked by steadily. Some people offered encouragement while others assaulted him with insults and slurs alike. He rolled his eyes and clicked a few times, blocking the few viewers who unabashedly mocked him for his race or their opinion on his sexuality. They were losers anyway. As he filtered through the comments, responding and laughing at a few of them, one stood out.
Taerae_is_mine: if you lose the next game I’ll have to punish you
Taerae shifted in his chair and regretted it almost instantly. The small gasp threatening to escape his lips was hidden quickly with a swallow as the object inside him pressed into him harder.
They shouldn’t have been doing this. They especially shouldn’t have been doing this with a few thousand people watching. The rational, logical part of Taerae’s brain knew that streaming with a vibrator inside him was nothing short of the worst idea he’d ever heard, but the disgustingly horny part of his brain melted at the way the other man had begged him. God, he shouldn’t have fallen apart at that mischievous smile, or the sweet words, or how he’d told him it’d be their little secret, but he couldn’t help it. Taerae knew that he was there on the other side of the screen, watching everything, being the only one who knew what was happening to him.
Taerae breathed out a laugh and broke into his killer smile. “Shall we play another round then?”
*
Threats did nothing to improve his gaming ability. There was no putting it lightly: he was having a shit day and playing the worst he’d ever played. The abuse in the chat increased with every death as his fans dropped off, replaced with trolls who egged him on with harsh words. It was nothing Taerae hadn’t seen before. He was used to getting dragged whenever he played horribly. It wasn’t the haters that made him nervous. No. Each shot he took reminded him of the warning he’d received. The more he respawned the more his heart raced. As the timer ran out he laughed nervously.
“Maybe my game is off today,” he joked, trying to hide his racing heart with another one of his smiles.
It’s okay!
You did well taetae
You’re shit
So handsome!
KYS
It’s okay if my taetae plays badly!
Were you using aim bots before?
“Hey!” Taerae exclaimed, frowning. “I was not using aim bots!”
ooo he’s angry
Don’t rage just because you’re bad
Don’t listen to the trolls taetae!
“I’m not mad,” Taerae insisted. He was about to move on and start another game when another comment came in.
Taerae_is_mine : I warned you ;) time for your punishment baby
Taerae’s heart stopped. He’d thought he’d gotten away with losing but he was dead, dead wrong. That was made painfully and deliciously clear by the sudden whirr of the toy inside him. Even Taerae, ever composed and sweetly smiling Taerae, couldn’t hold back a whine. The high, gasping sound of it escaped his mouth as he shuddered before he could even think to hide it.
What’s wrong?
What was that taetae?
Sounds like he got hurt
Did you stub your toe?
Taerae blushed and schooled his expression the best he could. The vibrations continued inside him, just a light tickle but enough to have him gritting his teeth as he smiled. “Maybe I should wrap up for today!”
Noooo!
Don’t go taetae!
He’s rage-quitting
No taetae!
“I’m totally bombing today,” Taerae laughed nervously, “you guys don’t want to watch me lose again.”
More complaints rushed through his comment section. He ignored them all. The only thing he could really focus on was the constant and steady buzzing inside him and the slowly building pleasure. His cock, untouched and hidden thoroughly under his desk, had come to half-hardness from the stimulation. He needed to get off the stream quickly. Before he could say goodbye, a paid chat flashed across the top of his screen, and read out loud to all his viewers.
‘Taerae_is_mine: please play another round baby :)’
This was accompanied by a donation of $100. Fuck.
Taerae’s chat exploded. Some were jealous of the mystery viewer, telling him to step away from their man; others were disgusted by the sudden flirting. All of them agreed on one thing: Taerae needed to play another game.
“Fine,” Taerae sighed, entering the lobby. “Just one more round.”
It seemed like the right answer because the toy inside him vibrated harder.
Taerae_is_mine: good boy
Taerae bit his lip, only letting out a small breath in response to the new wave of pleasure rolling through him. This was bad. This was so fucking bad but it felt so good. He took in a deep, slow breath through his nose. The screen changed. The game started.
“Let’s get it!” Taerae announced cheerfully, charging forward.
It was five minutes. The rounds only lasted five minutes and then he could end the stream. Five minutes should have been easy if it wasn’t five minutes of trying to play a good game, putting on a calm face, entertaining a crowd of a few thousand, all while trying to please the man on the other side of the screen.
A man who had complete control of him.
A man who didn’t like it when he lost.
“Fuck,” Taerae hissed. To any other viewer, it would be a regular exclamation. They would just see Taerae getting shot; biting his lip and squeezing his controller harder. They wouldn’t know that the vibrator inside him kicked up a notch. Taerae curled forward and let himself feel it buzz harder inside him.
As he moved his now leaking cock head rubbed up against the inside of his baggy t-shirt. He’d give anything to let go of his controller and fist his hand around it. Surely no one would notice if he fucked into his hand a little just for a bit of release.
The whirr inside him increased again and his eyes shot open with a quick, short gasp. Blush coloured his cheeks as scanned his eyes over the chat.
what’s going on?
Why’d you stop
keep going taetae!
“ Sorry,” he choked. His voice had risen an octave over its usual, silky tone. “I’ll get the next one.”
He had to. The man on the other side of the screen made sure he knew that. If he lost he’d be at the mercy of him. He’d have him cumming on stream for all his viewers to see, watching him writhe and convulse. He wouldn’t be able to hide that, just as he wouldn’t be able to hide his boyfriend’s name as it burst from his lips. It was always the last thing he called when he lost himself.
It would ruin his career… but he almost wanted it. The more the pleasure built inside him, the more he wanted to give it all up and just let himself be fucked by the toy inside him. He gritted his teeth and wiggled his hips in his chair. The vibrator pressed into his prostate harder, making him gasp.
The screen flashed with another death and Taerae curled his toes under his desk, waiting for the next level.
Instead, the vibrator switched off entirely. Taerae choked a little as he felt the build of his orgasm collapse away from him. Another paid chat appeared in the corner.
‘Taerae_is_mine: only winners get rewards.’
Taerae’s blush spread across his cheeks and to his ears. It was only then he realised the full implication of what was happening. He’d been so willing to risk it all for his own pleasure without even realising that there were thousands of people watching. Thousands of people who were flooding his chat, wondering why he wasn’t playing.
Taerae leaned forward in his chair and swallowed down his panting breath. All he could think about was getting his release. The thought consumed him like nothing else, gnawing away at his body and mind. The ghost of his previous pleasure tore at his skin, leaving it prickled and raw, begging for touch or stimulation. The timer on the screen clicked by as his avatar trudged forward on autopilot.
He wouldn’t be allowed to cum if he didn’t win.
His first kill was rewarded with the buzz of the vibrator inside him. He curled his toes into the carpet and surged forward, looking for his next victim.
“Yes,” he groaned. He pulled his gasp into a smile before his audience could notice.
He’s getting excited lol
that’s my taetae
Taerae was getting excited. Each kill brought a new level of pleasure as the toy inside him kicked up. Every shot made it vibrate harder and harder. Taerae chased it, stalking down players and taking them out, being rewarded each time.
With 30 seconds left on the clock, he landed his 10th kill. The vibrator clicked to max speed and Taerae almost came right there. It was loud; loud enough for his viewers to hear, that’s for sure. That would be, however, if it wasn’t covered up by Taerae’s sudden moan.
This was it. He was going to cum right there on stream and lose his whole career. It’d all be gone for one orgasm. The muscles in his thighs clenched. He bit his lip. This was it. He could feel himself getting closer, almost spilling over.
The game finished.
The vibrator stopped.
The chat was whirring past but Taerae couldn’t read anything. All he could focus on was the heavy beating of his heart in his chest and the ghost of pleasure that still held him in his chokehold. It took everything in him not to let out the desperate whine that he held in his throat.
He couldn’t do this.
“I’m sorry guys,” he choked out. “I have to go.”
It only took a few seconds to switch everything off. The stream ended, the camera was cut, and he let out a long, sobbing moan. He’d been so close only to have it ripped away from him so suddenly. He probably ruined his whole career and didn’t even get an orgasm out of it.
The door to the streaming room clicked open. “You ended the stream already?”
Taerae swivelled his chair around and glared at his boyfriend. “You’re actually evil.”
Matthew just laughed at him and crossed the room. “You looked like you were having so much fun,” he chuckled. He smiled sweetly at the end. To anyone else, it would have been cute but Taerae saw it for what it was: sadistic.
“I hate you,” Taerae spat, even as he opened his legs for Matthew to slot between. He reached up to wrap his arms around his neck.
“You don’t,” Matthew teased. He leaned and ghosted his lips across the other’s in a chaste kiss. Taerae jerked back from it and glared at him.
“I do,” he replied. “I seriously could have ruined my career.”
Matthew cocked his head in that infuriatingly adorable way he sometimes did. “So you don’t want your reward for winning?”
The anger dropped from Taerae‘s features, replaced instead with a deep blush. “I never said that,” he replied in a much meeker tone.
Matthew slipped his hands to Taerae‘s waist. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”
Taerae’s grip around his neck tightened. “I don’t think I can walk…”
“I’ll carry you.”
*
Although Matthew was sweet with his words he was rough with his movements. Taerae was shoved into his bedroom and pushed towards his bed. The vibrator pressed uncomfortably inside him as he fell back against the mattress.
Hungry hands ripped at clothing until Taerae was left lying naked and prone on the sheets with Matthew leaning over him. His eyes were different now. They still squeezed into pretty crescents but they held a predatory glint. His teeth, showing gloriously with his apple smile, looked like fangs ready to tear apart Taerae’s skin and devour him. His hand crawled up Taerae’s inner thigh.
“You looked like you had so much fun on live,” Matthew spoke, stroking the soft skin. “Did you like being fucked by me from the other room?”
“Stop,” Taerae gasped. “I could have been caught.”
“But you weren’t,” Matthew replied. His thumb pressed firmly over his hipbone. “I was the only one who knew what was happening to you. I was the only one who knew why you were gasping… why you moaned like that.”
Taerae let his head fall back against the pillow. “Matthew please,” he groaned. “You’ve already teased me long enough.”
“Have I?” Matthew asked with a smirk. Taerae instantly regretted his comment. Matthew used the hand on his hip to hold him down while the other pressed the toy further inside him. Taerae’s head rolled back in a sharp gasp as it pushed against his already sensitive prostate.
“Matthew!” He exclaimed. “Please.”
“Please what?” Matthew asked, pressing harder.
“ Fuck me ,” Taerae replied. It was both a plea and exclamation, laced with both desperation and weak malice.
“Hmm,” Matthew hummed, smiling to himself. “If you ask like that…”
Taerae should have been grateful for the release of pressure or that Matthew was finally going to do something, but his boyfriend was nothing if not a tease. The way he stripped his clothing was meticulously and frustratingly slow. He kept Taerae’s gaze the whole time and smirked at him. It was almost like he was daring Taerae to say something. Taerae knew better and kept silent.
Matthew took his time in reaching for the lube and condoms in the draw next to him, almost like he was browsing for a new jacket or show to watch and not grabbing something they used every couple of days. Taerae expected him to prepare himself to fuck him but instead, he just popped the cap of the lube and spread it over his short fingers. He then leaned over Taerae again with that toothy smile of his.
“Are you ready?” He asked, rubbing a slick finger around where his rim was already stretched by the toy.
Taerae whimpered. “Aren’t you going to take it out?”
“Why would I do that?” Matthew asked.
“What-“ Taerae couldn’t finish his question. His words warped into a mangled scream as Matthew pushed the tip of his finger inside. His already stretched rim stretched even further and a burning pain ripped through him. It wasn’t until it was all the way inside that Taerae realised what was happening. “Matthew! Matthew, what are you doing?” He screeched.
“I’m just giving you what you asked,” Matthew cooed back at him, pulling his finger back. It dragged tight against his walls and pressed the hard toy painfully against him.
“You can’t!” Taerae cried. He swallowed down a small sob. “Matt you can’t!”
“Relax darling,” Matthew urged.
How was Taerae supposed to relax when Matthew pulled back and forced in a second finger? His mouth fell open in a cry and his body tensed at the intrusion. With what little strength he had, he pushed on Matthew’s shoulders. “Stop! I can’t do it!”
“Don’t you want to feel good?”
“It hurts,” Taerae cried. And it did. The drag of Matthew’s fingers against his walls, stretching him past what he should have been able to take, was agonising. The only solace was that each difficult thrust pushed the vibrator harder into Taerae’s prostate. The intermittent sparks of pleasure were enough to help him through the pain. It slowly built as Matthew stretched him further and further.
“It won’t hurt so much if you relax,” Matthew replied. His third finger pressed at his rim but struggled to push inside. Taerae’s body wasn’t stretching any further. Matthew tutted. “How are you supposed to take my cock if you’re like this?”
Taerae’s eyes widened. He shook his head furiously. “No! No, no, no! No fucking way.”
“Come on, baby,” Matthew sighed. He tried to push his third finger in again only to be met with resistance.
“You’re not fucking me like this,” Taerae cried. “I can’t do it!”
“Would you rather me not fuck you at all?” Matthew threatened.
This made Taerae shut up. Finally, Matthew’s third finger pushed inside. Taerae’s whine was strangled and choked in his throat. Tears sprouted in his eyes, not enough to roll down his face but enough to gather in little pools on his cheeks. Even still, his body rewarded his efforts with more pleasure. The repeated push of the toy against him and the slow drag along his walls felt good, even if it hurt. Taerae reached up and looped his hands around Matthew’s neck.
“That’s it,” Matthew laughed. “You’re taking it so much better now.”
“I hate you,” Taerae whispered. A shiver ripped through him and he gasped. “You’re terrible.”
Matthew chuckled. He slowly pulled his fingers from Taerae’s ass, leaving him gasping and gaping. Taerae cried out again. Matthew hummed happily. “Look’s like you’re ready for me.”
Taerae swallowed and closed his eyes tight. “Please just fuck me…” he whispered.
Each second he waited was agonising. He didn’t open his eyes when he heard the condom open or when Matthew moved back slightly to roll it on. He didn’t even open them when Matthew pressed his tip against the raw and abused flesh of his hole. He just gripped tighter and waited.
“I’m going to do it,” Matthew warned.
Taerae gritted his teeth and nodded. “Okay.”
He regretted it.
He regretted saying he was ready. He regretted agreeing to this in the first place.
No amount of preparation could have prepared Taerae for the agonising stretch of Matthew’s cock in his already-full hole. He shoved past the vibrator, pushing in just the tip. That was enough. Taerae’s eyes shot open. “STOP!”
“Ugh, Taerae,” Matthew groaned. “You’re so tight.”
Another rough push of his tip got him just another centimetre inside. Taerae’s body flared with sharp pain. He squeezed his boyfriend.
“MATTHEW STOP!” He screamed. “It hurts!”
Matthew gripped Taerae’s hips tight as if he was trying to pull the other man further on his cock. He moaned as he managed to press just a little further. His head rolled back and he moaned. “It feels so good.”
Each tiny rock of his hips pressed him further and further inside but it was slow and absolutely agonising. Taerae had never felt pain this bad. On the other hand, his prostate had never been fucked into so hard. His body shook with pleasure despite the only thing him being able to process being the pain. With a particularly hard push, Taerae felt like he was being torn apart.
“I can’t,” he sobbed, body shaking. He didn’t realise he was crying but tears poured from his eyes. “Matthew please stop. I can’t take it.”
“But you’re doing so well,” Matthew panted. “Just a little more baby.”
Taerae gripped Matthew so hard that his nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. He shook his head. “It hurts. It hurts too much.”
“Come on. You know you can take it,” Matthew grunted, punctuating each word with a tiny thrust.
Taerae sobbed again. His body was so confused. His orgasm was approaching but he felt none of the usual pleasure. He shook and his muscles gave out. “ Matthew …”
“That’s it,” Matthew moaned. “I told you.”
Taerae was gone. As soon as Matthew bottomed out his whole body clenched and spilled over. His vision went spotty as he came. He felt the tense of it and the release, the white ropes of cum splattering between them messily, but the pleasure wasn’t the same. His body went limp in Matthew’s arms.
“Did you cum already?” Matthew panted. He let out a small laugh. “You already made such a mess.”
“Enough…” Taerae groaned. He was already so spent. His whole body was wet with sweat, tears, and cum, and it pressed exhaustedly into to mattress.
“I’m not done yet,” Matthew spoke.
“I‘ve already finished,” Taerae sobbed. “Just pull out.”
Matthew tutted. “You’re too demanding.”
Taerae didn’t notice Matthew’s hands moving. One moment he was lying spent against the sheets and the next his body was jolting to attention. The vibrator kicked to life inside of him, drawing a long moan from Matthew. Taerae gasped.
“Matt!” He screeched. “I’m too…”
He couldn’t finish speaking. His words ended in a choked sob as Matthew fucked into him.
“Let me treat you some more,” Matthew grunted.
It wasn’t a treat. His sensitive body screamed in protest, urging him to stop. The vibrations pulsed inside him, pushed up against his abused prostate again and again. He couldn’t take it. It was too much.
At some point, Taerae felt himself slipping. He was still conscious, still feeling everything, but his body and mind had both given up. All he could do was lay there, tears streaming from his eyes, as Matthew fucked into his tight heat. Matthew was moaning loudly, head thrown back as he pumped into Taerae with all the strength he could muster. The vibrator pulsed against his cock, pressed right against him with the tightness of Taerae. Each thrust was a little easier but it was never smooth. Matthew would get stuck inside him, catching on his rim as he pulled out.
Eventually, something switched. The pain faded, not entirely, but to a point where it no longer took centre stage, and pleasure started to bubble up again. He could actually feel it now. It was a sharp, stabbing pleasure that made his whole body ripple and shake. He moaned loudly.
“ Matthew ,” he cried. He didn’t need to say it. Matthew moaned high and long.
“Again?” he choked. “I really fuck you that well?”
“ Don’t stop.”
Matthew didn’t stop. Instead, he reached between them and wrapped his small hand around Taerae’s sensitive cock. It was too much. It felt so fucking good but he couldn’t handle it.
He sobbed as he came weakly in Matthew’s hand. The sound of it was drowned out by Matthew’s loud moan as finished. His body tensed under Taerae’s grip and his hips stuttered to a stop. He gasped and fumbled quickly for the remote and switched it off before pulling out, pulling the toy with him.
Taerae swore he passed out for a moment. His head spun and his vision spotted. He closed his eyes and slipped weakly out of Matthew’s arms.
A breath in.
A breath out.
One more, and then another. He breathed in and out, trying to come down. No matter how he tried, it was hard to come out of that space. He felt the mattress shift next to him. Two gentle thumbs wiped at his cheeks.
“Are you okay, baby?” Matthew whispered.
Taerae took in another breath and then weakly nodded. “I will be.”
Matthew pressed his lips right under his right eye, kissing away the small pool of tears. He then did the same for the left before pressing a short, soft kiss to his lips.
“You did well,” he praised. “You were gorgeous.”
Taerae sucked in a shaky breath and opened his eyes to glare at his boyfriend. “That was insane, you know that right?”
“What part?” Matthew asked.
“All of it!” Taerae snapped. “As if you convinced me to have a vibrator in on stream… and then you did all this…”
“You didn’t use the safe word,” Matthew said, pouting at him.
Taerae softened his glare. He averted his gaze. “I didn’t need to.”
“So you enjoyed it?” Matthew asked, perking up like a puppy.
“It hurt so fucking much… and I won’t be able to walk for days… but it was kinda fun…”
Matthew, excited, kissed him. “Oh thank god!”
“You were too rough!” Taerae interjected. “Plus you wouldn’t believe me when I said I couldn’t take it!”
“But you did so well,” Matthew cooed, kissing him again. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“It’ll be fine,” Taerae sighed.
“Oh?” Matthew asked, quirking an eyebrow. Taerae hit him weakly. The movement made him hiss in pain as his abused and exhausted body protested.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Taerae warned. “Just because I didn’t hate it doesn’t mean I’ll do it again.”
Matthew laughed at him. “Fine. We can tick exhibitionism, double penetration, and overstimulation off our bingo list.”
“Who said I was overstimulated.”
“Baby you were crying during the whole thing,” Matthew teased. “Plus you’re never that quiet during sex. I fucked you so hard you lost your words.”
“Fuck you,” Taerae huffed. “When I fuck you next time I’ll make sure I pick something that hurts.”
Matthew laughed and leaned for another, longer kiss. Taerae accepted it gratefully. He’d never admit it, but this was the best part of when they tried kinks. He’d take all the pain just for the aftercare moments like this. Matthew pulled away and smiled lovingly at him.
“I’m looking forward to what you come up with.”