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💖💝 Bio:
Hi guys! My name is Renjun!
I'm 23 years old and I like pretty things, cute outfits, and stuffies! :3
My pronouns are he/him!
I'll try anything once as long as it makes me feel pretty.
Do you think I'm pretty?
No mean comments or I'll get upset >:(
💖💝 My kinks:
Daddy, choking, spanking, anal play, blindfolding, roleplay, rimming, praising, cum play, degrading, sex toys (my collection is linked here!) and I really like cute underwear!
💖💝 What you can expect from this stream:
I'm going to ride one of my favorite toys while I tell you all about my week.
💖💝 Streams:
Every Wednesdays & Sundays 10pm KST
Yangyang likes to consider himself a pretty level-headed person. He knows that one plus one is two, that water is composed by H20, that he's only been in this world for twenty-three years and that it's normal if he hasn't reached his full potential yet.
He also knows that for the last two months, Yangyang has been paying $50 a week to watch a pretty boy named Renjun fuck himself silly on his live-streamings. The prices are a bit higher than usual but it's not much of a hardship. The weekly sums are splurges, definitely, but not out of the question for a guy like him. Besides, his life is full of expensive indulgences, and a little internet porn shouldn't even come close to making the list.
That being said, it's not really just a little porn. It's probably the best porn Yangyang's ever watched — and he's watched a lot. A whole fucking lot. Renjun's stream is long running and has a considerable following, all of which help create a dedicated scene.
He's beautiful. He's far from the only camboy that Yangyang follows, and honestly, he'd consider a few of the others as bona fide porn stars. But he loves Renjin the most. The man's got a body that doesn't seem completely real. His tiny waist and round hips fit perfectly in his hands, and the thick round curve of his ass makes Yangyang want to sink his teeth in. The fact that Renjun is the type to keep the lights low and the camera angles wide, always choosing to focus on himself and also giving his fans a glimpse of the outside world, only makes the point more painfully clear: the camera loves him.
Renjun's personality is more subdued than his body; his voice is soft, shy, but at times confident and sexy. It's not surprising, considering that he has a face that should be photographed and displayed in the Louvre, but his personality gives the viewers the feeling that they're actually getting to know him. That is, until he breaks into the sex, and then it's suddenly clear that he knows exactly who he is, and what he wants, and how to get it.
The videos are fast-paced and intense and erratic. Sometimes it's not clear if he's getting punished or rewarded, or even if there's a difference. But when he's in a chill mood, he's a slow burning tease; one leg propped up, cock on his belly, sinking, sinking, sinking into himself, without moving a single inch, without touching his cock, without even looking at the camera, just staring blankly at the ceiling and slowly clenching his hole, legs shaking. The whole time, his perfect lips move slowly, forming the words of his commentary, quiet as a prayer. “I just want to come, daddy. I just wanna come, please, daddy, daddy, daddy, please.” And when Renjun's done, that's the only thing left to him: silent, pathetic trembling.
The highs and lows of Renjun's moods, the way he switches from submissive and soft to bratty and insolent, the way he fluctuates between teasing and taking control and losing it, all have Yangyang coming back for more, again and again. His toys, and his costumes, and his sets, and his expressions are so varied and versatile and ungodly sexy that Yangyang never thinks twice about his subscription. He's happy to pay because when he presses play, he knows without a doubt that it'll be worth his time.
On top of his weekly streams, there are also bonus recordings that are posted as a reward for donations and subscriptions, or that are recorded at random and uploaded for the public. There are entire playlists dedicated to the kinds of things that only his regulars are allowed to see.
These special clips are the kind of thing that would've turned Yangyang's head if he weren't already hooked. The subbed videos are all clean, well-lit, and well edited, with Renjun's slender hands and tight hole and gorgeous face carefully shown to their best advantage. But the specials are something else altogether. They're something that's almost unrecognizable from his typical fare.
Sometimes, Renjun will let himself get fucked by a stranger on camera. Sometimes he'll bring in a partner to use him. More often, he'll simply leave the camera running while a faceless hand keeps a firm grip on his hair, pinning him down, choking him, and using his mouth and throat in any way they see fit. These videos are grimy, sweaty, and dirty. The angle is almost always messy, and the sound is muffled by the constant gagging.
Yangyang's favorite is one where Renjun is on his belly, with his head in a headlock and his ass raised to the air, getting fucked so hard by this big guy his knees give out. The person behind him yanks him back up to his hands and knees and keeps going, and goes, and goes. Yangyang can't get enough of the helpless mewling noises that Renjun makes, and of the way his drool mixes with his tears and pools on the sheets, and of his toes curling against the mattress.
For months Yangyang has been paying $50 a week to watch a new addition featuring Renjun getting pounded; Renjun getting spitroasted; Renjun getting pegged. For months, he's paid his weekly sum, but he still hasn't gotten off once.
It's not for lack of trying. At this point, Yangyang's orgasm is practically a given. His pleasure is simply a foregone conclusion. The only problem is getting there. The frustration comes from the fact that no matter how hard he tries, no matter how much he concentrates or masturbates, he still can't get any closer.
Every time he clicks on one of Renjun's streams, Yangyang's immediately hit with an almost overpowering sense of excitement. He's grateful every time that Renjun's loud moans wash away his self-consciousness. Masturbating in front of the computer is second nature by now, and even as the sounds get filthier and more shameful, he's too immersed to bother.
But despite all this, nothing seems to change.
The only reason Yangyang can think of is that his cock is broken.
As a serial masturbator with no history of sexual dysfunction, he can't imagine why. Yangyang has had sex countless times, and come countless more, so surely, he'd be able to do it now. But he can't.
When his orgasms don't come easily, Yangyang ends up more aroused than before. The frustration just builds and builds, until his mind becomes a cloud of thoughtless static. He doesn't know what he wants. He doesn't know what he'll do about it if he gets it. He goes to sleep, aching, and wakes up with his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them unconsciously, his underwear wet and ruined from a night of pointless squirming.
He doesn't even dream. He just wakes up like this, alone, his body seeking something that isn't there.
Yangyang does his best to ignore his own discomfort. He doesn't have the time to feel miserable. He has work and school and friends and other priorities.
It's not a very successful attempt.
When he's not feeling horny, his brain is buzzing and he can't focus. When he is feeling horny, his brain is jittery and he can't focus. It's a miracle that he hasn't flunked out yet.
It takes weeks before Yangyang finally gives in and decides to get help.
It happens after watching a particular stream. Renjun's weekly sessions are usually held on Wednesdays and Sundays, but due to a last-minute schedule change, they've been moved to Friday nights until the end of the month. This, in turn, causes Yangyang to spend a restless two days wishing the time would go faster, and dreading the date at the same time.
At exactly ten o'clock, Yangyang sits down in front of his laptop and pulls up his web browser.
Renjun's stream starts two minutes later, and it's then, predictably, that things start going awry.
“Hi there,” Renjun says, grinning up at the camera. “It's nice to see you all today.”
He's sitting cross-legged on a large, plush bed, surrounded by a mess of pillows and blankets and stuffed toys. His costume, a new addition, is a baby pink, embroidered romper, held together by a big satin ribbon at the collar. He's wearing matching thigh high stockings, his nails are painted white, and his face is glowing. He's apparently gone to some kind of professional makeup artist for the night, and they've given him soft peachy colors and a fairy-like, rosy sheen.
Yangyang feels his stomach sinking with every passing minute. He can already tell that he isn't going to enjoy the night ahead. The way Renjun's looking at him through the screen is familiar, in the worst way possible.
“...and that's what happened,” Renjun is saying.
For the first thirty minutes, Renjun has been regaling his audience with tales of his personal life. It's a strategy he doesn't employ often, but it seems tonight is an exception. As he speaks, Yangyang sees Renjun's confident, playful attitude slipping away, bit by bit.
The thin fabric of his romper is being pulled taut by his thighs, and his belly is swelling outward with every breath. It's a strangely arousing sight, but that isn't what's making Yangyang uncomfortable.
/You look beautiful tonight, Jun,/ someone comments, and Renjun gives a polite smile in response, dropping his gaze to his lap.
“Thanks,” he says, and pushes some hair out of his face. “I'm not dressed like this for a date though, just...for me. It feels good.”
/You should wear that more often. You look precious./
/I wish I could touch you, baby boy,/ another comment reads. /Would you let me fuck you nice and hard if I did?/
Renjun giggles. “Of course I would,” he says.
/You're gonna make me jerk off in class, honey,/ a third person adds.
A few other subs keep the conversation going, the comments getting faster, and more frequent, and increasingly suggestive.
Renjun is laughing, and answering the messages with a casual confidence that's only belied by the faint blush that's creeping up the back of his neck. As he continues to respond, the tips keep coming in, and the money for the session is quickly adding up.
/What do you want to do tonight, baby?/
/How about a vibrator, hon? Do you have a new one?/
“Oh, you guys and I are so connected. In fact, I do,” Renjun says. “Or, well, I have one. It's not exactly new, I've just never tried it out before.”
/Really? Why's that?/
“Because it's too scary,” Renjun answers, looking down at his hands.
The tips start flooding in. Yangyang has never seen so many notifications go off at the same time. People are excited at the idea of Renjun playing around with a toy that intimidates him. Renjun, who once made a whole video of himself getting pounded by a monstrous looking, neon green dildo, now thinks a vibrator's too scary?
/OMG you're so cute/
/you can do it!!/
/It's good that you want to try it! But you don't have to, only if you want to/
/CUTE CUTE CUTE!!/
/You're such a doll/
/Show us the vibrator, Jun. Show us what it looks like, Jun, and we'll tell you if we think it's too much for you./
/PLEASEEEE/
Renjun laughs. “Alright, alright,” he says. “Hold on, I'll be right back.”
He crawls off the bed and disappears from the frame, reappearing a few moments later, dragging the thing behind him. His ass is swaying behind him as he walks, and Yangyang gulps.
The vibrator is bigger and longer and thicker than anything Yangyang's ever seen. Its size is as intimidating as its shape. One end is smooth and rounded, while the other features a large, spiked silicone bump. The vibrator itself is covered in translucent purple latex and has a tail attached to the bottom, complete with a heart-shaped plug that Renjun holds in his hand.
It’s like a swiss army knife for the ass, Yangyang thinks to himself. The shape, color and size is also very reminiscent of a toy gun, complete with silicone bullets. Yangyang has no idea what the tail is for, but he can guess why the spiked bump is there.
“It's cute,” he admits shyly. “Kind of.” When the comments start pouring in, he goes on, “I mean, this tip is a little intimidating, and it's a bit, um, scary-looking, but maybe that's why I like it. It's for penetration, obviously, and it's all sorts of weird, and kind of ridiculous and...You can use both ends, and it could be nice to try with a partner, and that tail is really cute, but...I'm not sure if I can take it myself.”
/Just show us what you can do, sweetheart,/ a comment reads. /You don't have to go all the way if you're scared./
“Look at it, next to my face,” Renjun says, doing just that. He places the thing next to his cheek, and turns toward the camera. “Don't you think it looks kinda menacing?”
/lmao/
/you're such a cutie/
/omggggg you're so fucking cute/
/GUYS I WANNA RAIL HIM SO BADLY/
/Aww, don't worry, you're so precious, baby/
/That looks like it could be fun, Jun/
/I think you could take it/
Yangyang's eyes flit between the wide, innocent-eyed look in Renjun's doe-like eyes and the massive vibrator, which is much longer and wider than he is. Menacing is an understatement.
“It's huge,” Renjun whines. “And it's so, so, thick. I don't think I could take all of it.”
/We believe in you, baby. Show us what you can do for us. Be brave for daddy, sweetie./
/Show us that you can take it. Please. Pretty please?/
/dgjhsdfsghsdfh sHOW US!!/
/CUTIE! YOU CAN DO IT!!!/
/We'll reward you if you do well, hon. Be good for us, Jun./
/Do you want to try to make daddy proud?/
The comments are fast and insistent. Renjun's cheeks flush, and his eyelashes flutter. The rosy glow of his blush deepens as he continues to stare at the screen.
“You're all so encouraging,” he says softly. “You really think I can do it? Take the whole thing?”
/Yes. Please, baby. We love your show, but we'd love it even more if you showed us what a brave boy you are, and how well you take it. You deserve rewards, little one./
/PLEASE DO IT FOR US, BABY!/
/WE LOVE YOU/
/JUN-JUN YOU'RE SO CUTE <3<3<3/
/DO IT!!!!!!!!!/
“O...Okay, okay,” Renjun finally says. “I'll try, for you. I'll try.”
He pushes back onto the bed, and reaches for the lubricant.
Yangyang is so tense that he's beginning to ache, and his cock is starting to strain against his pants. He pulls down his fly and opens his boxers, freeing his dick and his balls, mumbling out an embarrassed moan. He grabs the lotion bottle next to the computer, squeezing some out onto his hand. It smells like peach, but it's better than nothing.
When he begins to stroke, it's less pleasurable than usual. His hand slides up and down slowly, and the motions are hesitant and uncertain. Still, he keeps going, determined to enjoy himself.
Renjun sits like a pretty little doll on his mattress, legs folded underneath him, his knees spread wide apart, one hand behind him to balance, the other curled around the base of the vibrator. For a long time, nothing happens. He's completely stationary, just staring at his audience as he lets his free hand slowly travel up his body, tracing its contours.
His expression is pensive, and his movements seem absent-minded, distracted. He doesn't seem to be aiming for any particular effect, but to simply be enjoying the feel of the fabric against his skin. His eyelids slide closed, and he inhales, and his hands slide from his rib cage down to his hips, stopping at the edge of his silk pink panties.
Yangyang begins to masturbate in earnest, and his urgency increases when Renjun finally stops.
“I want you to watch,” Renjun says huskily, and turns his hips. Slowly, he pulls his panties down and exposes the rounded, creamy flesh of his ass, which is already glazed in lubricant. “Can you see, everyone?”
/Yes. Oh my god, yes. You're gorgeous, angel. You're perfect./
/holy shit, i want you to sit on my face/
/I WANNA FUCK YOU SOOOO BAD RN/
/You're a fucking dream baby boy/
/what I wouldn't give to shove my dick into your slutty little ass/
/You're amazing, baby. Keep going, please. Daddy's watching./
Renjun's fingers dip between his cheeks, and he spreads himself apart. Yangyang barely has time to see his twitching, puckered entrance, before his mouth suddenly goes dry, and his guts twist up with nerves.
“You know, I'm...actually really nervous, daddy,” Renjun says.
/Good, kitten. It's good that you're scared. We're excited to see you try it out, though. Now's your chance to be a big boy for daddy. Can you do it for me, baby?/
/this is CRAZY hot/
/You've got this, princess. I know you can do it. Daddy believes in you. You can take it./
/MY DICK IS SO HARD I NEED YOU TO KEEP GOING/
/WORK IT BABY BOY/
Renjun nods, biting his lower lip, and then turns the vibrator on. Its buzzing is loud, and obnoxiously mechanical. He starts teasing himself, taking the tip in and out, letting it linger just around his entrance. His chest is heaving, and his lips are parted, panting for breath.
The sight and sound make Yangyang's hips buck forward involuntarily, and his heart skips a beat. He tries to calm himself, but his hand speeds up, and his hips jerk forward, and he starts fucking into his hand erratically.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses, gritting his teeth. He keeps his eyes fixed on the screen, watching as Renjun squirms and writhes, his eyes closed, his throat bared.
/ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?!?/
/You're doing so well, Jun./
/Feeling good, baby?/
/i might nut any minute now/
/God, baby, what a cute boy you are. Look at you. You're a mess, and you're so, so beautiful./
/fuck fuck fuck fuck/
/HELLO???? TAKE IT ALL THE WAY IN!!!/
“Shit, fuck, shit,” Yangyang gasps, thrusting up into his fist again, and again, his movements becoming more and more desperate. “Oh, fuck, shit—“
Then, suddenly, Renjun pulls out his fingers, and Yangyang's orgasm fades almost immediately. He curses under his breath, and glares, frustrated and disbelieving. He keeps stroking his cock, feeling the slickness of his precome between his fingers, and watches, scowling, as Renjun puts on a show, spreading his ass wide, and shoving the whole of the tip inside.
“I can't, I can't, I can't,” Renjun groans, his back arching. His hands move to grip the edge of the bed, and he tenses, his knuckles white. “Too big, it's too big.”
/How does it feel, angel? Does it hurt?/
/omfg/
/YOU LOOK SO GOOD ON THAT THING/
/Please, baby, please, you're so beautiful. Push it in a little further. I know you can./
Renjun follows the instructions. His hole stretches wider and wider, and he stops halfway, with the vibrator tip just barely inside of him. Then, a few moments later, he brings his other hand back to the end, and presses it against his slick perineum. It's a particularly lewd move, and the sudden movement is so unexpected that it surprises a whine from Yangyang's throat.
“It's too deep, daddy, I'm sorry, I can't,” Renjun says, his face flushed. “Daddy, daddy, I can't, it hurts. Daddy, it's too big.”
Yangyang growls low under his breath, and he doesn't even notice as his fist tightens, and his hand speeds up again.
He's starting to pant, and his head is spinning, and his thoughts are wandering aimlessly, but he doesn't care. He keeps going, jerking harder, faster, and the whines spilling from his lips grow louder and harsher. He closes his eyes and lets his instincts take over, imagining Renjun lying beneath him, begging for his cock, for him, to fuck him, to wreck him, to come inside him.
/Good job, sweetheart. You're taking it so well. You're so brave. Show daddy how much you can take./
/JUN-JUN UR A SLUT!!! FUCK YOURSELF ON IT YOU STUPID FUCKING CUM RAG/
/DADDY CAN'T WAIT TO WATCH YOU FUCK YOURSELF/
/godddd baby you're so hot, keep going/
/MORE MORE MORE/
Renjun's breathing becomes more labored, and soon, the only sound that fills the room is the steady hum of the vibrator, and Renjun's loud, plaintive whimpers. He rocks his hips against the toy, grinding down harder and deeper, and his thighs tremble with effort.
Seeing him like this, jumping up and down on the vibrator, squirming and struggling to take the toy, and still talking back to his viewers, makes Yangyang's stomach churn and his chest burn with rage.
“Do you like it?” Renjun asks breathlessly. “Does it look good?” He winces. “Am I doing good?”
/Yes, baby boy,/ a comment reads, appearing on the screen, and Renjun giggles.
/CUTEST SLUT ALIVE!/
/JUN-JUN SO CUTE CUTE CUTE!!!/
/So beautiful,/ someone else writes, and a flood of praise and affirmation drowns out the sounds of the vibrator. /You're so brave, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you, baby. You're such a good boy./
“I'm a good boy,” Renjun repeats. “I'm a good boy, I'm a good boy—“
“Yes, you're a good fucking boy,” Yangyang snaps, but his voice is so strangled and hoarse that the words come out almost unintelligible. He's jerking off so fast now that his fist is a blur, and his heartbeat is deafening.
He wants to rip Renjun's shirt off. He wants to take all that pink silk in his hands and tear it off. He wants to watch it fall in shredded pieces to the floor, and then he wants to peel the soaked underwear from Renjun's body, and throw the latex away, and claim him. He wants to feel the warmth of his skin, and the heat of his flesh. He wants to wrap his fingers around his wrists, and kiss him, and suck him, and bite him. He wants to turn him over and fuck him into the bed, and hold him down, and make him scream his name. He wants him, and his desire is making him fucking crazy.
“Oh, god,” Yangyang gasps, although he doesn't know for whom. “God, I want to fucking wreck you.”
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Renjun suddenly screams, slamming his hips down.
/GHDFGHJFDG JUN-JUN YOU'RE SUCH A SLUT OMG/
/god i can't handle this shit/
/baby ur so fucking good/
/OHHHH MY GODDD/
/DADDY IS SO PROUD OF YOU BABY/
/good boy/
/SO HOT, I CAN'T EVEN/
/AHHHHHH/
/FUCK YOU'RE SO GODDAMN CUTE/
/wow, baby, wow/
/your ass is so fucking nice, kitten/
/CUTEST BABY BOY EVER/
/can i marry u jun?/
/GODDAMMIT YOU'RE SO PRETTY/
/omggggg i'm cumming so hard/
/oh fuck jesus fucking christ/
/i'm so close, baby, god/
/My cock's about to explode, you're so hot, baby boy, look how fucking sexy you look, my cock's gonna burst, I swear./
/WOW/
/Amazing baby/
/youre so good for me sweetheart/
/i came so hard oh my god im in love/
/wow/
Yangyang lurches forward and stares at the screen in disbelief as he sees Renjun coming, untouched, without the slightest hesitation, spilling his come across his chest and abdomen in a glorious, stuttered rush.
Yangyang nearly howls with frustration, and before he can stop himself, instead of coming all over himself, instead of letting it pour out, he turns his head and bites down on his wrist, hard.
“Ow,” he hisses, and the sharpness of his teeth gives him a brief moment of clarity.
His wrist is still in his mouth, and his eyes are starting to water, and his cock is still throbbing painfully in his hand.
“What the fuck, what the fuck,” he mutters, and glances down at his own flushed, leaking dick. He'd expected to see a mess, but nothing he'd made has actually gotten anywhere. It's almost completely dry, save for a tiny bit of fluid clinging to his knuckles and foreskin.
On the screen, Renjun has slowed down a bit, and he's come down from his high, but he's still moving, still rolling his hips against the toy and rubbing his hand at the tip of his oversensitive cock. He's panting heavily, and his hole is visibly red, but he doesn't seem to be hurting at all.
“That was fun,” he says breathlessly. “Mmm...Daddy, look how much I came. Look. Look at it.” He lowers his hand from his cock and lifts it to the camera. There's a thick white pool in his palm, and it's oozing off his fingers.
/you did a mess, kitten. you're so beautiful, and so fucking hot./
/DID U JUST LICK THAT FROM YOUR HAND OH MY GOD/
/so good, so good, so good/
/that's our good boy, our good, good boy/
/DADDY IS SO PROUD OF YOU./
/did you know that you're my favorite, jun-jun?/
/You earned it, baby./
/such a good boy/
/that was so fucking hot/
/holy shit, i feel like i just got hit by a truck/
/fucking AMAZING, BABY BOY/
Yangyang starts feeling woozy, and his stomach threatens to turn.
Renjun brings his palm to his face, and smears the come against his cheek. Then, he licks his hand, and sucks on his fingers.
Yangyang snaps his laptop shut, cutting the connection to the stream.
“Fuck,” he shouts, and it echoes back to him through the empty, darkened room.
Yangyang groans in a deep, long breath, and sinks down in his seat, trying not to panic.
Looking at his useless, flaccid cock, Yangyang can only wonder: how is it possible for anyone to be in so much agony over something that feels so good?
He can't get himself to relax.
It isn't the first time he's felt unsatisfied after jerking off, and yet, the feeling is so intense, and so overwhelming, and so utterly hopeless that he feels close to breaking down and crying.
It's edging in a not-quite-artful way, he tells himself, over and over, until he begins to believe it.
It's edging, and he's a fucking idiot.
But edging wasn't supposed to be like this. He's not doing it consciously, and he doesn't feel like he's teasing himself on purpose. Instead, he feels like he's failing to get off, and his body's punishing him for it.
This can't be healthy, Yangyang decides. Whatever this is, it's gotta be serious.
He might need to see a doctor.
For a long while, Yangyang just sits there, staring blankly ahead. His mind is empty and numb, and he can't think straight, and he can't even remember what he was doing before he started watching the stream. He feels completely detached from his surroundings, but there's an awful weight on his shoulders, holding him in place.
Eventually, his senses begin to return to him, and he manages to drag himself to his feet, balls so full and heavy and swollen that they ache, and his dick is throbbing in pain. He doesn't stop, though. He takes the stairs up to his shower, and he gets in, and turns the water on, and lets the hot spray wash away his worries.
His shower goes on for a very, very long time.
By the time Yangyang returns to his bedroom, it's starting to get dark outside, and his cock is stiff and aching again, and his balls are swollen and heavy. It's not the first time he's had an erection last overnight, but he's never been in such a state before.
Yangyang calls in sick.
He spends the day ignoring texts from his friends, and lays in bed, trying to breathe.
The ache is worse than ever. He can feel his body straining, and his cock is throbbing incessantly, and it won't go away no matter how much he tries to push it out of his mind.
His cock is so swollen that when he squeezes it, his skin burns. He runs his hand over the shaft, and he twists his foreskin, and the skin stretches so tight that he can't help but gasp. Even the gentlest touch makes him flinch, and it's not long before he's fucking up into his fist, desperate for release.
“What is wrong with you, you little shit,” he swears to his cock, and it twitches.
In the early evening, Yangyang finally caves. He powers up his laptop and pulls up Renjun's profile.
He sends a private message:
yangster222: Loved your stream last night. It was great.
It's an hour before he receives a reply.
juniebunny: <33 Thanks for watching!
Renjun's responses are short, and his messages are cheerful, and the tone doesn't quite match the content.
It doesn't take long for Yangyang to break and confess.
yangster222: It's just weird, though. I watched your stream, and I was so horny. But I couldn't come.
yangster222: Sorry if that's TMI.
After he hits send, he shoves his head into a pillow, and breathes hard.
He's not expecting a response.
His phone pings again a couple of minutes later.
juniebunny: Oh. :( Are you ok?
There's another ping.
juniebunny: That must be really frustrating.
Yangyang is intrigued. Renjun, his fantasy, his masturbatory object, is concerned about him. In his fantasies, Renjun had never once asked about his well being, or his mental health, or his physical comfort. And yet here he is, proving Yangyang's imagination wrong.
That's cute.
yangster222: Yeah, lol. Kinda. Hurts a lot.
Yangyang waits again, but this time, the reply doesn't come instantly. After several seconds, his phone pings.
juniebunny: Hold on, I'm going to call you.
What.
What.
What?!
Yangyang takes a long, deep breath and thinks of the way his last orgasm was snatched away from him, and he panics. It's a stupid instinct, but when his phone rings, he declines the call.
For a moment, Yangyang's head buzzes with a sudden electric shock, and he feels the blood rush to his face. There's a strange, giddy, overwhelmed feeling rising inside him, and he doesn't know whether to laugh, or scream, or cry. But Renjun doesn't give up. After a few more minutes pass, he receives another request to chat, and another, and another.
Oh my god, Yangyang thinks, and for the first time in days, his thoughts are clear.
Anxiously, he grabs his cellphone.
“Hello?”
“Hi,” Renjun replies. “Sorry to surprise you. I thought it would be better if we spoke. Are you feeling okay?”
“I'm actually freaking out a little,” Yangyang admits, his voice trembling. “I'm such a huge fan, and you're calling me, and I just...this is...I'm a little shocked, honestly. Haha.”
“I'm sorry,” Renjun says. He sounds apologetic and kind, and somehow genuine. “I'm sorry, but you seemed really upset, and I wanted to check on you. You're not hurt, are you? Physically, I mean.”
“Oh no, no, no, it's nothing,” Yangyang mumbles. “I'm fine. I promise. My cock is just...you know, broken. That's all.”
“Your...” Renjun pauses, and laughs. He's got a nice laugh, Yangyang realizes. “Your cock's not broken, silly. It's probably normal, or maybe just...overworked. Overstimulated, maybe.”
So that's what it is, Yangyang thinks. Maybe his dick has had enough.
He'd been jerking off like a madman every time he got home from class, or had a free minute during the day, or just felt horny. He'd spent countless hours playing with his cock, and watching porn in his spare time, and waiting for Renjun's streams, all without fail. Every night, he'd go to bed, and wake up early, and go right back at it again.
He'd been drinking so many energy drinks and eating so much junk food, and he'd been stressing out over exams and work and school. He hadn't thought much of it, but maybe his body is just reacting normally. Maybe the ache is just a symptom of exhaustion.
“Oh,” Yangyang says, and blushes. “Um. That makes sense, yeah. I just...I was so frustrated, and horny. And watching you stream, it didn't help. You're so hot, Renjun, and I wanted to get off so bad, but...I couldn't. It was torture.”
Renjun makes a small sound in the back of his throat, and then begins to speak. “That's...You're really cute,” he says, his voice low. “Maybe you can take a break, you know, from masturbating.”
That's impossible, Yangyang thinks, frowning, as Renjun goes on.
“If you can't come, and you're upset, then what you're doing is not healthy. You should try taking your mind off it. Try not thinking about sex for a few days. Rest for a little. You're probably very tired.”
“I am tired,” Yangyang says. “I don't have time to sleep. I'm overloaded and stressed.”
“Then rest,” Renjun says soothingly, sounding very earnest. “Drink lots of water, and have fun with your friends. The next time you feel the urge, try playing video games, or exercising. Do something else. Something active. Masturbating's no good if you're suffering because of it.”
“Thanks,” Yangyang says, and sighs. “You're so kind, Renjun, thank you. I appreciate it, seriously. I'll try not to let it get to me.”
“No problem! I know how much you like my content,” Renjun says, and Yangyang can hear the smile in his voice. “You're a loyal viewer, and one of my top supporters, and I'm really grateful. But I'd hate to see you hurt yourself over it.”
After a while, they say goodbye and hang up.
Yangyang covers his face with a pillow and screams.
His phone pings again.
It's another message from Renjun.
juniebunny: If you want, I could block you from the stream. That way, it'll be easier to avoid the temptation. :)
Not a chance in hell, Yangyang thinks, and shoots back a quick reply:
yangster222: No, it's okay, don't worry about me!
juniebunny: Just saying! ;)
Yangyang attempts to follow the advice. He cuts down his masturbation schedule drastically and tries to rest. He works out, and eats meals at regular intervals, and forces himself to go to bed early, and actually sleep.
It gets better. He finds himself able to concentrate on other things, and his mind is no longer occupied by thoughts of cock sucking and ass fucking, and although he still feels horny, his dick is less painful.
As he focuses more on his studies and on work, the days pass easily.
Eventually, after about a week, his brain quiets, and his sex drive diminishes a bit, and he stops experiencing the same sharp, feverish pain.
He's still a little worried, and so he decides to go to the doctor.
After Yangyang explains his symptoms, and his concerns, the doctor just chuckles and asks if his sex life is “active.”
“Fairly, yeah,” Yangyang admits. “I mean, I'm not abstinent or anything.”
“Well, that's it,” the doctor says, and nods. “You're perfectly normal, kid. You have a healthy libido and you're in good shape. It's just the buildup of all these weeks of pent-up sexual frustration. Your body needs to reestablish a comfortable pace. It's all psychological. And given your age and general health, I wouldn't worry about it. Don't expect it to happen overnight, though.”
Yangyang clears his throat, and shifts in his chair. “Er...You're saying my dick is not broken?”
“Yes,” the doctor says, and smiles. “You're not broken. There's nothing wrong with you. This is how your body reacts to stress. It's normal, and it will go away. All you have to do is give yourself some time.”
After the doctor's visit, Yangyang is encouraged. He makes a point of getting to bed earlier, and sleeping regularly. He doesn't watch porn, and he doesn't watch Renjun's shows. But he still checks the channel every few days, just out of habit, and sees the thumbnails and titles of the live sessions posted to the page.
🎀🐰 NEW LIVE SHOW! NEW LOG #6 - EXCLUSIVE! Naked Interview: Dildo Usage Tips + Deepthroating Advice (Blowjob/Toys/Facial) ♡
💌✨ GIFTING!!!!! SURPRISE LIVE SHOW!!!!! LOOK AT WHAT I BOUGHT!!! (Fuck Machine/Leather/Handcuffs) ♡
🎀🐰 NEW LIVE SHOW! JUN BUYS A NEW SKIRT FOR DADDY!!! (Schoolgirl/Crossdressing/Toys) ♡
Renjun looks so cute every time. His style doesn't change, and he always wears those pretty, pastel colored outfits that emphasize his slim, delicate figure, and make him look absolutely edible.
Sometimes, Yangyang clicks on the links to watch a portion of the video, the parts when he just talks with his fans and doesn't do anything explicit, because he's genuinely missing their conversations.
Every so often, Yangyang will sigh, and exit the tab.
“Not today, Renjun, not today,” he says, and closes his laptop, and tries to distract himself by burying his nose in a comic book.
Then, one day, as he's scrolling through his feed, he gets a notification that there's a new post on Renjun's channel:
🎀🐰 NEW LIVE SHOW! PLAYTIME WITH MISTER STRIPES (Bunny) ♡♡♡
“Oh, come the fuck on,” Yangyang murmurs.
His cock instantly springs to life, and starts screaming, and his pulse begins to race.
Yangyang makes a series of unintelligible noises, and he stares at his crotch in disbelief.
“Oh my god, are you kidding me?”
His cock does not answer.
“He's gonna hump that fucking stuffed animal, isn't he? With a gag in his mouth, and a butt plug tail, and nothing on, except lingerie and a pair of bunny ears.”
His cock does not respond.
“I mean, of course he's going to. I bet it'll be even worse than the other time. I bet he'll be jerking off and fucking himself on that rabbit's head, and then come on his chest, and play with his nipples.”
The more Yangyang talks, the harder and faster his heart beats, and his cock throbs and swells.
“Will you shut up?” Yangyang finally yells. “Please? I'm trying to ignore you, and you're not helping!”
His cock throbs and swells and swells and swells, and he glares down at his crotch in sheer confusion.
“I can't,” Yangyang says, his voice cracking. “I can't. I can't do this.”
Maybe today is different, he thinks. Maybe he can do it.
It's been an entire month since the last time he watched Renjun's stream, or any kind of pornography whatsoever. He hasn't been consciously avoiding it, and he hasn't tried to force himself to hold back. He's not ashamed to admit that he feels quite pleased with himself, having gone so long without touching himself, even though the effort has been challenging, and he's been feeling a little pent up.
But it's Mister Stripes! How can Yangyang resist?
He gulps, and takes a deep breath.
Okay.
Maybe just this once.
Just to give himself a taste. Just to give his cock a treat for being good.
He opens the page.
There's a brief moment, before his eyes focus on the image, that his mind goes blank. And then he registers what it is that he's seeing.
Renjun is sitting on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties, a pink choker, and a pair of bunny ears. His skin is pale, almost translucent, and his hair is a soft, blond shade, and his lips are painted a glossy shade of pink, and his eyelashes are long, and his eyes are big and bright, and...
Fuck.
There's a big, black ball gag strapped around his head, and Yangyang's dick starts pulsing, and his heart begins to pound, and everything is very warm. The fucking bunny ears and the plugtail are both present and accounted for, which would be hilarious if Yangyang had any blood left to divert to his brain, or if his dick wasn't currently hollering.
For a moment, Yangyang's conscience tries to get through to him, begging him to close his eyes, and his laptop, and to go find a gym and stay there until his dick shrinks down to a normal size.
Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, his inner voice screams, but it's way too late. His body has already taken over, and it's not listening.
A bead of sweat trails down the back of his neck, and he glances down at the clock.
Renjun has only been streaming for a couple of minutes, but the tip meter is already well over five hundred. The chat is blowing up, with people screaming praises and asking questions, and leaving emojis, and a thousand other things.
Renjun's eyes are glazed, and his gaze is unfocused, and he doesn't seem to be paying attention. He's kneeling on the bed, ass sticking out, with his hands bound behind his back.
When the tip meter jumps, the volume increases, and the chat finally registers.
/You are so fucking sexy. This is the best thing I've ever seen./
/I wish I could be there and fuck you. You have no idea./
/Please keep doing what you're doing/
/jun jun you're INSANE for this/
/Fuck, I'm so hard./
/I love you/
/wish i was there, i'd wreck your tight ass/
/How many cocks can you fit inside you?/
Yangyang can see Renjun's cock tenting the front of his panties, and the sight makes him lick his lips.
It's enough to almost completely quell the turmoil brewing in Yangyang's gut.
The drool is already dripping down Renjun's chin, and he looks perfectly helpless. He's squirming, grinding his hips back and forth, and breathing in ragged gasps. He's holding his head upright, and he keeps staring straight into the camera, and when his gaze locks onto them, he turns his head slightly and his eyes go out of focus again.
Renjun makes a noise, a muffled whimper, and his hips move faster, rolling back and forth.
Yangyang's heart is beating so fast that it hurts, and he swallows. He can feel the muscles in his stomach contracting and relaxing in waves, and his own cock is aching and leaking precome into his boxers.
“Oh, god,” Yangyang groans, reaching down to touch his dick through his jeans, and pressing his face to the bed. “This is bullshit.”
The noises Renjun is making are loud, and raw, and strained. They are not moans, or anything of the sort. Instead, they are whimpers and squeaks, and then occasional muffled grunts, or the occasional desperate whine.
The noises, and the way he moves, are both so erotic and so sinful that they're almost painful to watch. That's so wrong, Yangyang thinks. It can't possibly be legal, or appropriate, or even natural for anyone to look like that and act like this.
/Oh my fucking god, what are you doing to me?/
/I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING INSANE!!!!!/
/Holy shit/
/I can't/
/FUCK/
/I'm actually so in love with you/
Yangyang's eyes are glued to the screen. Renjun's hair is sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat, and his skin is shining, and every inch of it looks so perfect. Yangyang's heartbeat is steady, and his breathing has slowed, and his whole body is relaxed, but his cock is aching and throbbing.
Unzipping his pants and pulling down his fly, Yangyang reaches inside, and oh, dear. It's already leaking. His precum is spilling out in thick, sticky strings that cling to his fingers like silk.
His cock is so hot and heavy and hard, and his foreskin is wet and slippery with fluids, and the texture is incredible, and his hand feels amazing, and it's all so good, and Renjun is so, so cute. Yangyang pumps his hand, slowly at first, and then quickly, and he keeps his eyes locked onto the screen, and his gaze is drawn to the tip of Renjun's cock, stretching the fabric of the panties.
Mr. Stripes is being held tightly against Renjun's ass, and Yangyang watches him grind down against the plush toy, over and over, lifting his hips and raising them up, and then jerking his hips forward and back. Renjun's cock is visible through the flimsy fabric, and as his movements increase in intensity, the tip of his prick begins to peek out from under the waistband, and soon, his penis is hanging out in the open, and his head lolls back, and his hips begin to move more rapidly.
/this is crazy/
/like literally crazy/
/uhhhhnnnghhh/
/sweet baby jesus/
/My balls are going to explode/
/I'd kill to be where mister stripes is right now/
/SO CUTE/
/why is the ball gag so hot though/
/THIS IS NOT FAIR/
/HOLY MOTHER OF GOD/
And then out of fucking nowhere, Renjun tips his head back, and closes his eyes, and groans. His whole body trembles, and his mouth is opened wide, and his dick is spurting everywhere. It's an impressive display, and Yangyang's jaw drops as he watches him come.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Yangyang whispers, and stares, transfixed, at the way Renjun's come covers his abs and his chest, and the way he squirms and thrusts his hips, riding out the orgasm.
/Oh. My. God./
/That was the cutest/
/OOOOOOHHHH/
/AWWWW I WISH I WAS THE PLUSHIE/
/OMG THAT WAS SO SEXY/
/I can't believe you came untouched on that bunny, that was adorable/
/I'm so gay/
Yangyang is stunned, and he's mildly jealous, and his cock is still aching.
Renjun's eyes are half-lidded, and his mouth is slack, and the way he breathes in and out is uneven. He's flushed pink all over, and his hair is a mess, and his chin is slick with drool. He looks incredibly relaxed, and extremely pleased.
Yangyang is vaguely aware of how his stomach clenches at the sight.
“Oh my fucking god,” he chokes out, squeezing his cock, and something snaps. His vision blurs, and his hands are shaking, and his entire body is electric. It's a bone-deep, shivering surge of months of frustration and tension rushing through his veins, and it's like nothing he's ever felt before.
“Oh, oh, oh, fuck,” Yangyang moans, and his hips buck.
He has no idea what he's doing, but somehow, he manages to keep his eyes on Renjun, and his cock slips out of his grip, and Yangyang's cum gushes out, spilling all over the sheets, and drenching the fabric.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yangyang shouts, and his cock keeps jerking, and spilling, and spurting, and he comes for so long, it's endless, it's never-ending. He's left gasping for air, and his cock is twitching and throbbing, and he can't stop, and his thighs are trembling, and his hands are shaking, and oh fuck.
Finally, Yangyang comes down from the orgasm, and he's light-headed, and a little delirious, and he's absolutely covered in the stuff. The wet spot on the sheet is huge, and his comforter is soaked, and his pants, his shirt, and even his hair.
He's made a total mess of himself, and he's exhausted, and he doesn't know how he's even alive right now. Possibly, he's dead. This must be what it's like to die.
He can barely hold his head up.
Struggling to focus on the screen, he manages to make out the sound of Renjun's voice, although it takes him a moment to interpret the words.
“Did you like it, daddy?” Renjun is saying, his voice so sweet and innocent that Yangyang wants to vomit. “I know I did.”
He pulls the rabbit plushie away from himself, and moves it around, showing it to the camera. He leans down and kisses it, and there's a loud buzzing sound.
“Thank you for all the tips! You were all so good, and so generous,” Renjun says, and there's a soft click. The ball gag is hanging from his neck now, and he smiles. “I can't wait to see you all again.”
He blows a kiss.
“Goodnight!”
/BYE, BABY BOY!!!!!/
/I'm on a cloud, that was perfect/
/YOU ARE THE CUTEST/
/jun, you're so goddamn cute/
/I LOVE YOU!!!!/
/YEAH!!!! Good night, and thank you for your hard work!/
/Loved it. <3 Sleep well, gorgeous./
The video ends, and Yangyang slides off the bed.
“That was...so fucking much,” Yangyang mumbles, looking at the mess all over his body and his bed.
He needs to change clothes, but he's too fucked out to care. He strips off his ruined outfit and crawls underneath the blankets, and blacks out.
Five hours later, Yangyang wakes up with a start, and nearly rolls off the mattress.
“Oh god,” he mutters, clutching his head. He runs to the bathroom and immediately begins washing the dried come off his skin, off his hair. The shower is hot and steaming, and Yangyang dries off, and leaves his bedsheets in a pile.
He gathers the dirty laundry, and washes it, and stares in disbelief at the amount of seed on the sheets.
He does his best to clean the bathroom, and scrubs down his room. Then, he stands there, scrubbing his face with his hands, and realizes that he finally feels normal. His dick is not broken, his sperm production is perfectly healthy, and it's all thanks to Renjun.
Fucking hell, Yangyang thinks, and this is not love. It can't be.
That was the one of the craziest orgasm of his entire life.
yangster222: Thank you!
Yangyang texts him and leaves a generous tip.
juniebunny: <3 Aw, you're welcome! Hope everything's okay? :)
yangster222: Everything's fine now. Thanks to you. Seriously, thank you.
juniebunny: No problem, babe. I'm glad to hear it! I hope I wasn't too much haha
Yangyang doesn't respond.
He doesn't have a fucking clue.
Every part of his body is sore, and his balls are so sensitive that he can't stand to touch them. He's exhausted, and his head feels like it's swimming. And yet, for some reason, his mind is very clear.
Renjun's stream is still running in the back of his mind, and the images are burned into his memory, and the whole event is permanently etched into his brain.
He takes a moment to gather his wits, and thinks over what he's learned.
To his utter lack of surprise, he realizes that watching Renjun and interacting with him is addictive. He's hooked. Obsessive compulsive, he thinks. He's a total fucking fanboy.
He's been thinking about Renjun a lot, in the weeks leading up to his abstinence experiment. Not just sexually, and not just because he's hot. There's something about the boy that draws him in, and he just can't help himself.
In the months that Yangyang has been following him, he's picked up a surprising amount of information. He knows that Renjun is Chinese, and has lived in Seoul since his early teens. He likes cats, and the color pink, and his favorite food is spicy noodles. He used to be a dancer, and his first pet was a calico named Hecate. He's an Aries, and his childhood dream was to be an idol.
Now, though, Renjun is an entertainer. He doesn't have to be an idol, or a singer, or anything like that. He can just live his life, and make videos, and support himself by filming himself having sex with his collection of cute toys and kinky accessories. And he's happy. He loves what he does, and he's really good at it.
He's beautiful, and funny, and talented, and quirky, and Yangyang can't stop thinking about him.
So, he decides, what the fuck.
yangster222: What are you doing tonight? Yangyang writes, and hits send.
It's less than a minute before Renjun replies.
juniebunny: Um, I'm working lol. Why, what's up?
yangster222: I want to see you. Like, in person.
It's only after he hits send that Yangyang realizes how crazy that sounds, and he immediately begins backpedaling.
yangster222: I mean, if you don't do that, I totally understand. If I'm being weird, tell me to shut up.
He wants to see Renjun. He wants to talk to him. He wants to spend more time with him, and hear his laugh, and listen to him speak, and be in his presence.
He wants to hold him. He wants to hug him, and be close to him, and smell his skin.
Yangyang's phone vibrates.
juniebunny: Hm. I'll think about it. Maybe.
Yangyang's eyes go wide, and he jumps to his feet.
He paces the room for a few minutes, and then breaks into a run.
yangster222: Okay, cool. Uh, just let me know.
juniebunny: ok! <3
Okay, Yangyang thinks.
Renjun said he'd think about it. Maybe.
It's definitely a good sign.
Hopefully.
Probably.
He sits back down on his bed and opens his laptop.
There's a new teaser on Renjun's channel:
💌✨ COMING SOON: 200K CELEBRATION!🎉 BRAT BUNNY NEEDS DISCIPLINE! (Verbal humiliation/Cock teasing/Brat taming) ♡♡♡
Yangyang starts laughing, but soon he's sobbing instead.