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When Atsumu had heard The Site mentioned by his straight peers, he honestly believed it wasn’t for him. Once upon a time he might have looked at it. Once upon a time when he still believed he watched straight porn because of the women (no matter how much he stared at the men). It wasn’t until he heard Suna (who as far as he knew was very much not straight) mention The Site, too, that he took interest. And the thing was, he wasn’t wrong per say. There was still very much a large portion of content aimed for straight people. However, a small portion of The Site was dedicated for other gay people.
Now, there was nothing wrong with what people were streaming on The Site. But in Atsumu’s less than elegant way of putting it, they just weren’t up to snuff. They weren’t the sort of rooms that he would join, let alone participate in. He was prettier than all the others, and he definitely had a more fun personality than them. So he thought, why don’t I try it?
And that’s how Atsumu fell into the cliche college student does camming to pay tuition that so many others have. If he was being honest, it was a little strange at first. He didn’t exactly have a lot of experience jacking off for an audience (or at least one that wasn’t present). Sitting on his bed trying to entertain with only a chatbox to tell him how people felt was a little scary. While Atsumu thrived off of attention, he flourished off of praise . If no one was there to tell them what they liked, how was he supposed to know what to do?
Lucky for him, he was right about having a pretty face. He credited it for why he was able to get as many viewers as he did in the beginning. It was thanks to them he was able to figure out what sort of would bring people in. Unsurprisingly, the borderline tsundere way he acted in his first few streams struck a chord in people. The almost virginal, nervous way he acted initially mixed with the faux confidence he had thinking camming would be easy led to a class A act that had viewers eating from the palm of his hand. The rise in popularity (and paychecks) since he first started in the business amalgamated into his most anticipated performance yet.
“Thanks to Me_inshu for 1000 tokens. Ya really wanted to put this baby in me didn’t ya,” Atsumu drawled at the camera while brandishing the dildo in his hand. He’d already spent a good while entertaining the chat. From jacking off through his lingerie to fingering himself open through its opening to deep throating the dildo he was about to put in himself. “Just a reminder, if ya’ll wanna see my surprise I’m gonna need to see about 5000 more.”
Winking at the camera, he reached out of the screen for a bottle of lube. It was designed to look like cum, so it was a fan favorite as a solo cammer. He placed it next to him and directed his attention back to the dildo he had out. It wasn’t his largest by any means at only 5 insertable inches (his number one piece of advice to people, don’t trust the initial listing name, they’ll tell you it's 8 inches when really it’s only five and a half that can go in you). He mostly used it as a warm up for his larger pieces, but it was still fun because it warms itself up and vibrates.
He placed it down on the floor between his thighs, double checking it stuck by jerking it off. Once he was sure it was firmly in place, he uncapped the lube with a pop and squeezed it into his hand. It ran over the sides of his palm, dripping partially onto the floor, partially onto the dildo. When he felt he had enough, he wrapped his hand around the bottom before slowly stroking upward. He stared down at, watching the cum-esque lube run over his fingers and create a translucent look over the dildo. He bit his lip and rocked his hips as he would if it were inside him. He could hear the little tips chime in the background, so he looked up from beneath his lashes.
“Thanks Hey_KouKou, it’s always nice to hear when someone thinks yer pretty,” Atsumu replied with a giggle. Somehow those sort of comments flustered him more; the ones letting him know they thought he was pretty or beautiful or sweet. It somehow felt disjointed with the sexual activities he would be engaging in when they said that.
Looking back at his dildo, he gave it one last squeeze before letting go and turning around. Atsumu wiped the excess by his ass and shook it in front of the camera. He scooted back on his knees before leaning forward on his arms and looking underneath himself. When he deemed it a comfortable distance away, he reached a hand between his thighs to grasp the shaft. Atsumu could feel his dick twitching in excitement in his panties. It was only a taste of what was to come, but the idea of being filled always got him going regardless of size.
He rubbed the tip of the dildo against his rim, gently circling it to tease himself. His breath picked up in response as his hole twitched in preparation. A few more chimes went off in the background before he finally pushed back against the head. “Ah,” Atsumu sighed out as his hole stretched to accommodate the toy. He pulled his other hand back so he was leaning on both his hands before pushing back to take in more. A shudder went through his body at the heated silicone rubbing his insides.
He went about halfway down before pulling back up and letting out a breathless chuckle. He was sure his viewers were waiting for him to start riding the fake dick, but it was more fun to tease both of them. When he felt the tip almost pull out, he hovered for a moment and slid all the way down the shaft with a moan. He felt goosebumps cover his arm at the spike of pleasure that came from it. Pausing for only a moment, Atsumu immediately started moving himself up and down. He pulled the most power from his thighs, knowing how many people wanted to ogle at them alone.
Thrusting down on the dildo, Atsumu slowly walked his hands back so he could sit more upright. He looked back over his shoulder to try to watch as it entered him, arching his back as best as he could whilst doing it. The new angle felt like he got closer to his prostate with every thrust, but never quite close enough to give him what he wanted. That was fine though, he could save his orgasm for later. Now was the time to perform.
More chimes went off in the background, and he knew he should take a look to see what people were asking for. He let himself down one last time before grinding down against the base, groaning as he felt the friction inside from the veins as well as by his balls against the fake ones. After enjoying that for a moment he lifted off slowly, grunting lowly when the tip popped out of him.
He turned around on his hands and knees, blinking up through his eyelashes again as innocently as he could. “Awww, sorry ninjacrow10 . Didn’ mean to miss yer request. It’s ok if I take ‘em off now though, yeah?” Atsumu sat laid against the ground, legs framing the toy between them. He grabbed his thighs and pulled them towards his face to better show off his ass, following it up by clenching his hole. Hopefully the camera could pick it up.
After giving his viewers a chance to admire the view, he slipped his hands downwards to grab at the straps of his lingerie. He sensually pulled the last piece of clothing down his legs, sighing as his dick was freed. Once they were off, Atsumu sat back up and displayed them in front of his face. “If I were to sell these, I wonder how much ya’ll would be willing to pay?” he wondered out loud with a flutter of his eyelashes.
An influx of messages popped up from both regulars and lurkers alike. He threw the pair off to the side to consider it later and pouted. “Ya’ll are a buncha dirty pervs ain’t ya?” Atsumu could feel his face flush a little. He’d yet to sell anything he’d worn, but damn if the offers he was seeing didn’t tempt.
Shuffling up and forward so he was hovering over his dildo once more, Atsumu lifted his arms above his head, he threaded his fingers through his hair. Biting his lip, he dropped himself back down its shaft. Head thrown back, a groan escaped, and his eyes fluttered shut at the sudden fullness. He started moving himself up and down, gripping his hair and panting out shallowly as he started to find a rhythm. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down his nose, biting the inside of his cheek to hide a smile as he watched the praise he received.
Atsumu loosened his grip before sliding his hands down, caressing his face and neck before stopping at his chest. He stopped riding for a moment as he fondled it. He could see familiar names responding in excitement as they knew what he was going to do next. Atsumu thumbed his nipples before pinching them, his cock very obviously twitching from the sensation with another shiver down his spine. It was a neat little trick he accidentally discovered early on.
He tugged on them a little harder, letting his dick twitch again before he resumed riding. His thighs were starting to get a little sore, but it was nothing new in his line of work. “Whaddya’ll think of me getting piercings?” he teased. “I bet ya’ll’d love ta see somethin’ like that.” More tips dropped in the chat, many now with messages attached begging for him to do so.
When the tip request for him to drink water dropped, he laughed. He stops himself for a moment and reaches over to one of the bottles he kept off screen. “Thank fer keepin’ me hydrated sayjohohoh, yer a doll.” Atsumu takes a few gulps of water, letting some of it drip down his face.
Capping it, he throws it back off to the side before leaning back on his hands and getting back to business. He whined a little as the new angle brought the toy closer to his prostate, but still not quite there. This was probably the most difficult part of camming. Rather than being able to chase his pleasure to the end goal when he wanted, he was forced to slow things down and hold things out for the sake of the audience. Tonight felt so much worse knowing what he had in store.
He moved one of his hands up. A little less support meant more work in his thighs. He scratched one of them up and down with his nails, leaving little red lines in their wake. On the last upward scratch, Atsumu drags his hand to the base of his dick. He lets out a small sigh, then walks two fingers up the shaft until he reaches the head. His hips buck up at the sensation, and he closes his eyes as he swivels a finger around the top. He groans, frustrated at the teasing that is his own doing. A little, “please,” slips out as his desires start bubbling incessantly under his skin.
The plea seems to spark something in his viewers because the tip chimes seem to pick up again. He opens his eyes again and can’t stop the grin that spreads across his face. “Ya’ll’re real sweet…or ya’ll are interested in the surprise.” He pulls himself off for the last time, thrumming with nervous energy now that it was time. “I’m gonna set up a little poll for ya’ll to take part in while I set up shop. Ya can either have me on my back or have me on ma knees. Choice is up to ya’ll.” He sends the camera a wink and shifts until he’s mostly off camera.
For the most part everything was already set up. It was more the logistics and hooking it up so his audience could…properly indulge in their reward. He glanced at the screen of his laptop, first checking in on the poll, and then at the settings. The tips seemed to correspond with the right actions, so he didn’t have to worry about that. Clicking around, he activated the new option for donations and let a new box appear on the display. A few people in chat seemed to immediately catch on to what was about to happen.
Atsumu moved back to sit on his heels with face front and center. “Alright, ya’ll’ve had a minute or two to decide. Closing in 5…4…3…2…” Atsumu clicked to end the poll and let out a whistle. “A lot of ya want me on my back. Does that mean ya love ta look at ma pretty face?” he fluttered his eyelashes exaggeratedly and laughed. With the final position decided, he pushes an angled cushion to the center.
Then he places the sex machine in front of it.
Immediately comments start flying in, tittering in horny elation at what they’re about to witness. Atsumu laughs nervously seeing them. The fake cock is already attached to the end. It was just the one that came with it since it had already been a hefty investment. The size wasn’t what was intimidating about it. Seven inches was what he worked with on average, and the girth wasn’t anything unusual either. The anxiety he felt settling in his nerves came from the lack of experience with it.
Yes, you could argue that he should’ve tested out how it felt before streaming it to a live audience, but wasn’t it more fun to get a live reaction? The closest Atsumu had come to seeing it in action was when he tested whether or not it responded correctly to the tips.
He reached for the lube again and moved until he was staring at it head on with his knees at the edge of the cushion. As he pops the cap again and starts to lube it up, he goes on to explain what the deal is. “So if ya don’t know what this is, this bad boy is good ole fucking machine. And what’s so fun about this one is it’s connected right to yer tips.” Atsumu can feel his cheeks start to heat up having to explain this while stroking the silicone dick. “Ya should be able to see on the menu that how much ya send affects how long and how hard this baby goes.”
He looks up directly into the camera. “So don’t tease me too much, yeah?”
This time instead of tossing the lube out of the screen, he placed it next to the cushion in case he needed it again. Atsumu then readjusts the angle so it points down in the general direction of where his ass would be. His stomach flutters in nervous excitement as he maneuvers himself until he’s finally lying on his back. He pulls himself onto the angled cushion then sits up slightly to make the final adjustments to the angle and height.
Atsumu giggles as it appears someone has already dropped a tip for it to start moving. “Eager ain’t we?” As it moves, he scooches closer. It seems to have been a small one since it quickly stops. It works out as it lets him push back slowly so the tip just barely starts to stretch his rim. He had to make sure it would actually go in after all.
“Alrighty, I think we’re all good to g-OH!” Atsumu can’t help the exclamation that escapes him as the machine starts fucking into him almost immediately after he gave the green light. It wasn’t the fastest setting, but it was definitely a different sensation than when he’d try to fuck himself. His breaths come out heavy as he tries to adjust to the new feeling.
It ends all too soon for Atsumu and he struggles to hold in his confusion. He knew it was in the hands of his viewers, but he still can’t help feeling shocked when it stops without his permission.
“Ah…” Just as Atsumu was tempted to lightly fuck himself on it, the machine starts up again. It’s a little slower this time, more pressure against his walls than the dildo, but it goes a little longer instead. He sighs softly, the pace almost relaxing in its slow fucking. In the back, he can hear more chimes going off. His dick twitches as the sound, as if knowing what’s in store.
The pace suddenly adjusts, hard and fast, possibly the highest setting, but it’s hard to remember when he feels the deep burst of pleasure. Atsumu starts to moan in earnest as he can finally feel his prostate getting the attention he’s been wanting. It quickly turns into a whine as the pace was cut off all too soon, returning to the middle. On the brightside, people were giving tips continuously enough that it had yet to stop. On the downside, the ever changing pace was almost painful with how it teased.
“I dunno whether to love er hate ya’ll fer this,” Atsumu whines as he thrusts back onto the fucking machine. He keens at the feeling, arching his back in pleasure. “I can’t enjoy one long enough before ya’ll change it up on me.”
He pulls his legs up to his chest like he did early, and then reaches down to spread his cheeks to show off his fucked hole. “C’mon, ya can make me cum untouched, can’t ya?”
If he thought the tip notifications were coming in frequently before, it was nothing compared to now. The pace was once again set to the highest setting, lasting much longer than the first time. Who says being a brat didn’t have its rewards?
Atsumu is so busy enjoying the hard pace, he doesn’t realize the notification sounds stopped. When it slows down again, he blinks in confusion. He looks at the screen to see if maybe the stream had stopped or some other issue had popped up. His eyes widen and his jaw drops when he sees what’s occurred.
Someone had dropped 5000 tokens to keep the machine going on level five. With the other actions already queued up, it was hard to tell when that stretch of pleasure would come up. The rest of the chat seemed to be buzzing in shock too. With that much, they could’ve paid for a private show. Instead, everyone got to reap the benefits of what they spent.
“ SK_ume15 , how kind of ya. Is there anythin’ special ya want from me?” Atsumu pants out as the machine is once again on its highest setting, pounding against him. He blinks as he tries to focus on the screen which seemed to become increasingly blurry as his pleasure rose. A private message pops up in the corner from the donor. Atsumu’s eyes crinkle in delight reading it. He lets out a breathless chuckle before asking, “Is that really all ya want?” Another PM confirms it while the main chat complains about the secret request.
During that time, the machine starts to slow again, so Atsumu takes a moment to adjust himself. He lets go of his legs and pulls himself closer to the machine, panting as the fake dick reaches deeper inside. The thought of having the highest setting pounding into him that deep makes him bite his lip in anticipation. He decides to test his flexibility a little more by shifting onto his side towards the camera.
“Ah!” Atsumu moans out as the slowly pumping cock twists inside. His breath is stuttering as he tries to pull his right leg with his arm, spreading himself out again for viewers to see. He’s barely settled into place when the speed picks up again causing his whole body to jolt at the sensation. Whines start to escape from his throat as his thigh starts to twitch from the pleasure. Everything about it starts to make his own dick bounce as he all but humps the air.
Unfortunately, Atsumu forgot about gravity which now had the tip of his cock rubbing against the floor, precum helping it glide rather than burn. “Hah…hah…hah…” he breathes out heavily. Atsumu presses his face against the cushion. He can feel the drool starting to pool in his mouth and leak onto the surface below, wetting his cheek as well. He hears a few pings go off in the background. At this point he can’t bring himself to read what’s being said, but the corner of his mouth lifts as best as it can anyway, knowing everyone is probably getting off on the fucked out looked that’s taking over his face.
The pace abruptly changes again, back to the highest setting, and it has Atsumu yelling out louder than he had before. He digs his nails into his thigh while his arm starts to shake from holding it up. Tears start to fall from his eyes as his pleasure reaches even higher. He knows he can’t hold the position any longer, so he lets his leg down. Atsumu has started to lose control, however, and drops it faster than he should have.
He all but screams as the new angle has the machine fucking into his prostate harder than ever. He doesn’t recall ever crying while having sex before, but he can’t help bawling in response to the pounding he’s receiving. Atsumu’s hands are reaching out, frantically clawing at anything to try to hold on. He doesn’t know how much time has passed but he already feels an orgasm building inside him. Normally he would try to hold it off. The point had always been to prolong his streams. The longer the stream, the more people, the more money they spend. But right now Atsumu knows he can’t stop. Especially not when it seems like this intense session is coming from his big tipper.
It takes a moment for him to realize as he’s crying, he’s begging. “Please! Please! Please!” Over and over again the words are stumbling out half slurred as he gets closer and closer to his climax. It takes just two twitches in his thighs simultaneously for him to fall over the edge. He can’t breathe as his orgasm overtakes him. His vision turns white and his legs continuously spasm. Atsumu is vaguely aware of the feeling of his own cum hitting his chin from the angle and intensity, but he can’t even bring himself to acknowledge it as he hiccups, trying to catch his breath.
All the while the machine is still going, thrusting into his ass as if it were never going to stop. The white slowly fades out as his dick stops kicking, but the ecstasy doesn’t fade. It becomes borderline painful as it maintains speed and pressure against him. He hears the regular chat going off, followed by one ping from his PMs. Atsumu whimpers as he realizes he had forgotten something. He can barely spit the words, “‘M sor’y” out of his mouth as his body becomes overstimulated.
He wished he knew how much longer he had. Atsumu knew it couldn’t have been that long, but it feels like hours with the way his hole is stretched around the fake cock. He clenches at the fear of being punished with more of this. Regret instantly fills him as he throws his head back, the change in pressure causing another spike of pleasurable pain. Already he can feel a second orgasm approaching.
Atsumu tries his best to look at the camera through his tears. He hopes being good and looking as fucked out as he feels will earn him forgiveness for not following through the first time. “Oh…Oh…Oh” Atsumu can already tell he won’t last much longer. His dick had barely gotten hard again and he already felt it was going to burst.
All of a sudden he hears a door slam from the neighboring apartment. The noise makes him jump and pushes the toy deeper, immediately triggering his second orgasm.
“OMI!”
Atsumu’s vision white’s out and suddenly he can’t even hear the sound of the machine in the background.
He must have blacked out for at least a moment because the next thing he knows, there’s a ringing in his ears and the machine has stopped. His chest is heaving up and down, and on it and his cheek he can already feel his cum cooling. Atsumu feels like his whole body is tingling yet sluggish. Through his ears ringing he can hear the chat going off in the back.
Atsumu would love the lie there in the afterglow of his orgasm, but he knew he’d fall asleep if he did that. Reluctantly he pushed the machine away with his foot, groaning as he felt himself become empty. With no small effort, he pushed himself up and sluggishly crawled over to the computer.
A tired grin spread across his face, reading the compliments about how it was his, “best show ever,” and caused his viewers to, “cum harder than ever.”
Which, same.
The little PM in the corner teased him.
SK_ume15: You’re lucky you look pretty covered in cum.
Too exhausted to do much else, Atsumu blows off a kiss and ends the stream. He flops back down onto the cushion, telling himself he’ll take a shower in five minutes. Maybe ten.
Not even half that time passes when a text notification from his phone makes him groan. He rolls off with a thump before reaching out to grab it.
Sakusa (physio cutie): Are you available right now?