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Bdubs panted as his hand worked around his cock. Pre and lube mixed together, making his fist slick and easy to fuck. Bdubs looked up at his monitor and saw himself. He looked debauched. His camera was angled so that one could see most of his upper body. His hair was a mess and his face was flush, mouth agape as he let out soft pants and moans. His shirt was still on but he had no bottoms. And his cock, his cock was rock hard and shiny with slick. The tip just starting to turn purple with the continued denial of his release.
“Etho— Etho, please I’m—”
“Not yet, let go.”
Whining, Bdubs let go of his cock. His hips thrusting up, chasing after a sensation that was no longer there. His eyes screwed shut as he focused on not cumming, small tears escaping and rolling down his cheeks.
“Now what do we say?” Etho’s voice surrounded him, making him weak. Well, weaker than he already was.
“Thank— thank you, thank you, thank you,”
“Good boy, you’re doing such a good job.” The praise went straight down to his cock, making it twitch. He let out a pathetic sound, arching his back off the chair.
They had been going at this for what felt like hours but was probably only 45 minutes. It had all started when Etho had been teaching him how to say “thank you” on stream. He couldn’t seem to get that interaction out of his mind as the days went by. One late night call with Etho later had led him to this moment, edging himself for Etho while thanking him after each edge.
A few more minutes passed as Bdubs collected himself. Etho in his ear, praising him and telling him how much of a good job he was doing. “I’m— It’s— I can go again.”
“Aright, you can touch yourself again. But go slowly.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay.”
Bdubs brought his hand back down to his cock, stroking from base to tip slowly, just like Etho had asked. He let out a hiss at the contact. The feeling of his hand was overwhelming. He wasn’t sure he could keep this up much longer, but he would try for Etho.
His pace was torturously slow. Each stroke felt like too much yet not enough. He was leaking a constant stream of pre, adding to the mess that was already on his hand and chair. Cleaning up after would be mortifying but right now, he wasn’t focused on that.
He could hear soft pants and low moans from Etho. Evidence that he was enjoying himself while watching Bdubs. He wished he could watch Etho in turn. To be able to see what Etho’s face looked like wrapped in pleasure. To be able to see the intensity in his eyes when Bdubs listened to him so well. It was selfish, but he wanted to be the only one to know Etho like this. Something about Etho made him the possessive type.
Bdubs felt the slow pressure of his release coming yet again. A high keen whine left his mouth as he continued to stoke himself. “I’m so close, Etho, please.” He begged.
“Almost, almost, Bdubs. One more time? You think you could do it one more time for me?” He’d move mountains for Etho, if he had asked.
“Yeah, I can do that.” Bdubs let go of his cock, panting like he had run a marathon. Sweat beaded on his brow as he collected himself yet again. “Thank you, Etho. Thank you.”
“There we go, such a good boy for me. You’re doing so well. You sound so— God, you sound divine.”
Bdubs was putty in Etho’s hands. The praise made him feel fuzzy and light, like his only job was to be good for Etho.
“Are you good? Can you go again?”
“Uhuh, just give me a second.” His voice sounded wrecked despite not having been loud. He was pretty good at being quiet when he needed to be.
Bdubs took a deep breath before grabbing his cock again. Fuck, it was so much. He wasn’t gonna last long like this. His pace was just as slow as before. The slick heat of his hand dragging on his cock was almost painful. His fist was firm, a tight heat that he imagined was Etho. The vague image of Etho he had had for years was a nebulous thing, made of parts that he couldn't really piece. He was tall, taller than Bdubs. His face was scruffy but he could never really settle on a color. He remembered that Etho occasionally wore glasses. But he couldn’t see his eyes. There just, wasn’t anything solid about him. But his lack of a clear image didn’t deter him from imaging Etho fucking himself on Bdubs oh so slowly. Torturing him by taking what he wanted and using him as a glorified dildo. He’d do it. He’d be anything Etho needed from him.
“You close, Bdubs?” Bdubs let out a light sob before nodding. He wanted to cum so badly. He needed it. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of pleasure. “Hands off.”
Bdubs let out a wail that was definitely louder than he would like if he could focus on things like volume. Arching off the chair, his hand currently not covered in pre and lube gripped the armrest, turning his knuckles white. Quite sobs escaped his lips as his body was yanked away from orgasm yet again.
“You were doing so well. What do we say?”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you—” His mind was hazy, he sounded like a broken record thanking Etho over and over again.
It took longer to recover from the last near orgasm than previously. Bdubs was out of breath and hot. His body protested the brutal treatment. That was his last one. He could cum soon. Etho would let him cum and it would be over and he would be good. Thoughts floated through his mind but nothing seemed to really stick. The only things that mattered were the sounds that Etho was making and being a good boy. And he could do that. He would be the best at being good.
“You ready, Bdubs? You can go as fast as you want. You’ve been so good.”
Bdubs grabbed hold of his cock yet again and started off slow, not wanting to hurt himself by going too fast too quickly. But eventually he does increase his pace, going faster and faster, chasing after the orgasm that he was teased with all evening.
“There we go, you look so good for me, Bdubs.” The praise made him all that more desperate to cum, to show Etho how good he’s been.
He felt his release build and build. Pleasure flooded his system. Moaning, Bdubs moved his hand up and down, teasing his head and squeezing the base. His hips gave shallow thrusts as he fucked his hand. It was so good, so slick, and tight, and hot. All too soon he came, his cum landing mostly on his hand but a few drops managed to get on his shirt and on his chair.
“Thank you, fuck— thank you, Etho”
He feels wrung out, panting and sweating in his chair. The tears from earlier were drying, making his face feel tight.
“Fuck, Bdubs, you did so good. So well. Now I want you to clean up and go to bed. You think you can do that?”
Bdubs nodded, sitting up and stretching his back out. He was going to be sore tomorrow. Etho was skittish when it came to jerking off on call. As much as Bdubs wanted so badly to hear Etho cum, he left it at that. He doesn't want to push his luck, having made it this far.
“I’ll, uh— See you later, Etho.”
“Yeah, see you.”