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Ronaldo wouldn’t call himself addicted, even if he thought about Draluc’s camshow constantly. While he was at work, while he ate dinner, before he went to sleep. The way his stomach flutters as he watches the countdown timer is pathetic, but Ronaldo is Ronaldo is used to the shame and self-disgust by now. And he can’t force himself to turn away no matter how hard he tries.
Fukuma-san would kill him if he knew how much Draluc’s streams cut into Ronaldo’s writing time.
Ronaldo’s fingers tap impatiently against his thigh as the timer gets closer and closer to the start time. He’s already hard in his pants from the anticipation alone, like a Pavlovian dog slobbering over a metaphorical bone. He usually tries not to touch himself until the show starts and waits until the good part if he can. Often he ends up cumming way before the show is over anyway.
A small ding announces that the show is starting and a thin, angular face appears in front of the screen. Sharp teeth flash through the smug, flirtatious smile that Draluc gives his audience. He’s fully clothed today, clad in a formal white button-up and tight black pants that display his long, thin legs. He’s so thin Ronaldo thinks he could wrap his entire hand around Draluc’s thigh. Heat pools in his stomach at the thought.
“Hello everyone!” Fabric rustles as he spreads his arms wide with flourish. “Welcome to my show. To all the new viewers tonight, my username is Cunt Cumula but you can all call me Lord Draluc. How this works is you all make suggestions and I go with whoever bids the highest. Simple as that. Are we all ready?”
There’s a string of enthusiastic yes's and the suggestions flood in immediately. Ronaldo is used to the song and dance by now and isn’t surprised when they ask him to take his clothes off.
Draluc laughs, playing with the fabric of his shirt where it’s tucked into his pants. His pants are high-waisted, showing off his thin hips and waist. It shouldn’t be as hot to Ronaldo as it is, but he can’t stop himself from wondering if he could fit his two hands around it. How it’d feel to hold Draluc down, dance his fingers across Draluc’s ribs and bare chest. He wonders if Draluc would be any different in real life than he is on these shows.
Draluc hums as he reads the comments. Eventually, they bid enough that he unbuttons his shirt, but leaves it tucked into his black pants. “You’re all so eager tonight. It’s only been a few days since I last performed. Did you really miss me that much?”
Draluc must know how hot he is. It’s almost embarrassing how worked up Ronaldo is just from the sight of Draluc’s bare chest and the promise of more. He wipes his trembling hands on his jeans and focuses on Draluc as he lets his button-up fall off his shoulders gracefully and pool on the bed behind him. The fabric flows like water over his skin and Ronaldo can’t pull his gaze away.
The pants go next, revealing Draluc’s half-hard member outlined beneath his boxers. Ronaldo swallows thickly as Draluc toys with the waistband.
“I’ll need a little more to show you the goods. I’m not a cheap date.”
The money floods in and Draluc shrugs good-naturedly, as though he’d just lost an argument. He hesitates for a moment, his confidence wavering for a moment just like it always does right before he takes all his clothes off. His brow pinches for just a moment and his hands jerk to a halt. It’s so fast that Ronaldo probably wouldn’t catch it if he hadn’t been watching the show for so long, but it happens every time. It makes him wonder if Draluc is self-conscious about his body, despite presenting it to his slobbering audience like it’s a gift to humankind.
But then he takes a shaky deep breath and peels his boxers all the way off. Ronaldo’s face burns as he watches Draluc’s hardening dick twitch against his thigh. The
"I'm a little worked up today." Draluc wiggles his hips on the bed but doesn't touch himself. "I don't know what it was, but I kept thinking about how good it would feel to come back here tonight and have fun with you all."
A slew of disgusting comments follow, and Draluc reads them all with a slow, sultry smile and the bite of teeth at his lips . It's embarrassing how just that, just the sight of Draluc biting down on his plush lower lip is enough to make Ronaldo have to unbutton his pants, just to ease the uncomfortable pressure against his straining cock. His fingers clench around the fabric as he tries desperately not to give in to the desire to touch himself. Not when Draluc has barely even started.
"Alright, alright, slow down," Draluc says. "You guys are throwing money around but you haven't even made anymore requests yet." He laughs, and it's so genuine, not one of those fake sultry chuckles Ronaldo is used to from all the professional porn he's watched. It makes Ronaldo's heart flutter.
Draluc settles down to read the endless scroll of requests, stroking his thin fingers over his pale chest. Some of the requests are fairly vanilla - stroke yourself, finger yourself, touch your nipples - and some are... much lewder. They make Ronaldo recoil in disgust, but Draluc's eyes flick over them with barely any reaction at all. He must be used to them, but still. Ronaldo wishes people realized there was an actual person sitting there reading all the comments they were making about him.
Draluc hums. “Oh, that’s a good idea. I bet that would feel so good, I’m already leaking for it.”
Ronaldo bites back a groan when he can see Draluc is right. Precum is already starting to bead at the head of his dick. He doesn’t even know what comment Draluc is referring to, but he thinks Draluc could make anything attractive.
"Let's say... fifty tokens and I'll stroke myself for you." The money flies in immediately and Draluc laughs breathily. "That was fast. Are you guys sure you have nothing better to spend your money on?"
Shame burns in Ronaldo's throat. Yeah, he has plenty of other things he could - should - be spending his money on, but instead he's here, spending what little he makes on the side to watch a camboy tease him. But that's part of it, too, Ronaldo knows. The desperation, the shame, the self-hatred. If Draluc's viewers felt none of those things, they wouldn't be here watching him, and Draluc knows it. Exploits it. Ronaldo wishes he could say he didn't find it arousing.
"You're all so naughty," Draluc breathes, stroking himself lightly. "Imagine if anyone found out you were here with me tonight. What would they think? I'm not even that attractive, and yet here you are slobbering over me. Spending money so you can watch a stranger on the internet stroke their dick for you." He gasps as he twists his hand, thumbing across the tip. Ronaldo thinks he can hear Draluc's own self-loathing when he talks like this. Not attractive? Maybe not conventionally, but Draluc's skin is so pale and unblemished and looks so soft to the touch. When he lets out a small moan like he can't help himself, Ronaldo finds himself echoing it, squeezing his fist around the base of his own cock.
Draluc moans and sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, and that's gorgeous, too. That wicked, witty mouth. What Ronaldo wouldn't do to be able to kiss and touch it.
There’s a long moment where Draluc’s eyes flutter shut and he just keeps working himself, lost in the feeling of his hand moving over his fist. Just enjoying a moment without the thought of the camera and the audience, his hips lifting into the press of his own hand. Without thinking, Ronaldo mimics him.
It feels so good to finally touch himself. He lets out a small puff of air as he thumbs over the outline of the head, jerking at the touch.
Draluc always makes it seem like this is the best thing in the entire world, although Ronaldo knows realistically it must be exaggerated. He is performing. Today, however, he’s being soft, holding himself back and biting down on his lip with his eyes closed. Ronaldo wonders if this is what he actually looks like when he gets off. None of the extra moans or exaggerated touches.
Ronaldo desperately wants to know. He presses the small button on the bottom right of the screen and watches as his tokens pile in alongside everyone else’s.
“You’re all too nice to me,” Draluc says, circling over himself. His head tips back and the long, pale stretch of his neck shines under the lighting. Ronaldo wonders what it might be like to touch it, to run a finger over the soft skin, maybe even kiss it—Draluc would shiver at that, and he’d groan, and Ronaldo would suck the pretty unmarred skin up between his teeth and bite, bruise, mark him.
"Ah, right,” Draluc murmurs, pulling his hand away. “I’m still performing. What are the ideas for tonight?” The comments flood in immediately, most of them asking Draluc to use on of his dildos, but a few are more… interesting, – not that watching Draluc use a dildo isn’t interesting – like a suggestion that he piss himself and another than he fuck himself with one of his game controllers.
Ronaldo wrinkles his nose in disgust but manages to keep himself from telling everyone piss the fuck off.
Instead, he distracts himself by sending more tokens. The amount of money he's spent on this one camboy over the last few months is frankly embarrassing, but Ronaldo can't bring himself to stop. He's never even commented, he doesn't want to be one of those gross weirdos who make cursed requests or creepy remarks about Draluc's body or what they want to do to him - even if Ronaldo has a million filthy thoughts in his head. But he wants to offer up money anyway, as a token of his thanks. And thinks maybe this is his own personal way of being connected to him, even if it's just a little.
His name still shows up when he presses send, but it barely draws Draluc's attention. Just another name on a list, even if it is probably familiar at this point.
Draluc hums thoughtfully. “I actually just got two new items. Would you like me to show them to you?” He laughs, knowing the answer will of course be yes, and turns to go get them before he can even see the responses.
When he appears back on the screen, he has a black shoebox in his arms. “These just arrived yesterday and I’m so excited to show them to you. The first,” he pulls something pink and corded out of the box and Ronaldo’s throat goes dry when he realizes what it is, “are these vibrating suckers.” He holds the two cups up and presents them to the camera, a sly grin on his lips. “Those of you who have been around for a while know I love playing with my tits. When you pump this, it creates suction. We could see if I could cum from just that.” He bites his lip and looks down at the toy longingly, his cheeks red and his eyes half-lidded like he’s thinking about just forgoing all this and just putting them on.
He clears his throat and puts it back in the box before pulling out the next toy. It's an unassuming small black toy that looks like it could be a vibrator, but Ronaldo thinks it must be something different because of the way Draluc’s cock twitches as he holds it up for everyone to see.
“This,” he starts breathily, “is an inflatable prostate massager. I’ve always been too scared to use one before, but I think….” He strokes over it fondly. “Yeah, I think it’ll be good.”
He returns his attention back to the screen. “I’ll set up a poll and whichever gets the most tokens will be the one I try today.”
As soon as Draluc sets the poll, the money begins to climb and the chat goes wild. It seems like most people are going for the inflatable massager, which makes sense. They want to get a good look at Draluc’s ass after it’s been so thoroughly spread open. In his head, Ronaldo can hear them yelling. Every ping and pop and chime of the chat window, from the likes to the comments to the tokens piling in, and if this were a smoky low-lit bar, the crowd would be growing rowdy with anticipation. The other tables would be bare, save a few stragglers hoping to catch the best parts of the old shows, but most of the room would be right here, packed in the corner, throwing their pennies as Draluc spurred them all on.
But Ronaldo can’t help but think Draluc’s chest is probably his best feature. Soft, pale, smooth. He desperately wants to know what his breasts look like when they’re puffy and swollen from suction and vibrations.
The poll is closing in a minute, then thirty seconds, then fifteen and Ronaldo knows that Draluc will show them at the next show if he doesn’t now, but Ronaldo doesn’t think he can wait. He can't go to work tomorrow with that sort of promise in his head without going crazy. So, he makes his decision at the last minute, sending in 500 tokens and tipping it over the edge.
Draluc’s eyes widen and Ronaldo feels a rush of shame and arousal, knowing he’s looking at Ronaldo’s donation.
“Wow, Ronaldo-kun,” Draluc mutters. “You’re tipping even more than usual today.”
Ronaldo groans like it’s been punched out of him, tightening his grip around his cock. Fuck, to think that Draluc has been paying that much attention to him even when he’s never commented. Ronaldo knows realistically camshows are all about audience interaction and Draluc is just doing his job, but the fantasies still spring up, wild and heady.
He’s had these kinds of fantasies for a while now. Of meeting Draluc in person, of them both miraculously recognizing each other somehow even though Draluc doesn’t and will never know what Ronaldo looks like. It’s an absurd line of thought, but it’s a little less embarrassing to know that everyone else watching probably thinks the same thing.
“Well, everyone, Ronaldo the Great has spoken.” Draluc pulls the nipple toys back out and puts the black box out of sight. “Let’s get these bad girls on, shall we?”
He settles the camera at a different angle so they can see the length of his body horizontal across the screen as he leans back on the bedsheets. Ronaldo is taken aback by how pretty he is, even though he already knows. He’s watched Draluc’s shows for months now, but he still amazed by how soft he looks, not an ounce of fat or muscle anywhere. Ronaldo knows it shouldn’t be as attractive as it is, but that doesn’t stop his ogling.
“I’ve never tried nipple toys before,” Draluc murmurs, almost like he’s talking to himself. “I’m so excited to try these out, this is the one I was hoping for. I’ll try the prostate massager in the next stream. Maybe I’ll even do both one day.”
Ronaldo squeezes his eyes shut briefly as he begins to stroke himself. It’s embarrassing that even just listening to Draluc talk gets him riled up like this. He opens his eyes and whimpers when he finds that Draluc is pinching his nipple between his fingers, his eyes pinched shut.
Ronaldo’s never had anyone touch his nipples and doesn’t enjoy touching his own, but Draluc makes it look like it’s the best thing in the world.
“I’ve been—ah—I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Draluc croons quietly, biting at his lip as he secures the nipple suckers, pressing until they stick. He takes a deep breath and then squeezes the pump twice. His body shudders in response. “I’ve been so horny.”
The dirty talk always riles up the masses, and now is no different. Tokens and likes pour in, but Ronaldo wonders if all the desperation in his voice, the talk of being horny are just part of the persona Draluc put on, or if he’s really been thinking about this. Either way, he seems to enjoy it quite a lot by the way his cock dribbles precum onto his stomach.
Draluc shudders when he traces the outline of his hole, then adds a finger. Ronaldo doesn’t remember him getting the lube out but sees it sitting right there beside Draluc’s thigh. He must have been too distracted by how his puffy nipples could be seen rising from the suction beneath the cups.
Draluc adds a second finger alongside the first, and Ronaldo’s cock jumps in interest.
Not for the first time, he imagines what it would feel like to bury himself in Draluc. Warm and tight, he’s sure, because even with how many time’s Draluc’s done this or how long he’s fingered himself, Draluc’s body never seems open. His muscles still suck around his fingers or toys like a vice, and God Ronaldo bets he’d feel so good. Draluc would probably throw his head back just like he’s doing on screen and dig his nails into Ronaldo’s shoulders as he thrusts into him, Draluc’s hot breath panting against his ear.
Ronaldo knocks his head back against the headrest and squeezes his eyes closed. He’s embarrassingly close already.
Draluc in the video is panting, and the Draluc in his mind squeezes tight around his cock, scratches his nails down Ronaldo’s back as Ronaldo’s mouth closes around one of those gorgeous nipples, flicking his tongue over it and biting down gently. Draluc passes wet, trembling lips close to his ear as he whines around his name.
“Mmm. You guys think I can cum without touching myself?”
Ronaldo’s fantasy dissolves and he is left with the Draluc on the screen, eyes blown wide and shining with tears, cheeks ruddy and hair disheveled. A fine film of sweat sticks stray hair strands across his forehead. He looks good, better even than he did in Ronaldo’s head.
Ronaldo groans and has to take his hand off his dick or else he’ll get off too fast to focus on the rest of the show. He wants to get off when Draluc does, it’s not fun otherwise.
The chat explodes. Ronaldo doesn’t even bother to look at it, eyes glued to the arching body on the screen. His eyes are pinched and his face with flushed red, his legs falling loosely to either side of him as he fucks his fingers in and out rhythmically. Ronaldo desperately wants to see if Draluc can follow through on his teasing, if he can get off with nothing but the nipple toys and his fingers in his ass.
“I’m going to need some incentive if you want me to try. I’m pretty close, so it won’t take much now. Let’s say… a thousand tokens.”
Ronaldo makes sure to donate as always. Technically he doesn’t need to, but it’s a joint effort to provide the money Draluc asks for, and Ronaldo would feel bad not paying for it. In the past, Ronaldo spent money on adult DVDs anyway, so this is both less expensive and more exciting.
Ronaldo never knows what he’s going to get when he logs on. He certainly hadn’t expected this.
“You’re really working me today,” Draluc pants. Ronaldo sees the moment when he finds his prostate. His hips arch off the bed, head thrown back and mouth open. Ronaldo has never touched himself there, but Draluc makes it look like it’s the best thing in the entire world.
He squeezes the pump once. Twice. Three times. And then he’s cumming, spilling all over his stomach and chest. Ronaldo follows quickly behind him, fire burning in his gut.
Draluc pants for a moment, taking large gulping breaths as the tries to steady himself. When he sits up, he wobbles a bit on delicate arms, but he manages to smile and gesture toward his softening cock and slick stomach. "Ah, I wish I could have lasted longer. But I guess this wraps it up for today. Thank you to everyone who showed up for the stream tonight." He waves at the camera and winks. “See you all next time.”
The feed goes to black with a stamp with the time and date of the next scheduled show, a few days from now.
Ronaldo sighs and leans back in the chair, his hand wet and sticky with semen. He feels so boneless now. Doesn’t want to have to get up and clean himself off, just wants to fall asleep right in this chair. But he can feel the semen drying, and that’s enough to get him to stumble into the bathroom long enough to wipe himself off before collapsing into his bed.
He’s looking forward to the next show.