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"Ah fuck," a husky, masculine voice moaned over Viktor's desktop. With the door locked and no one around to bother him, Viktor leaned on his desk on his left elbow, his right hand pumping away at his cock. The video on screen was some transgender cam boy calling himself VoltagePussy bouncing on a bright red dildo in a dingy bathroom. Viktor stared, unblinking, as he watched the dildo slide in and out of the man's hairy pussy, the sound of his wetness echoing in the bathroom. Give you something real to bounce on, Viktor's mind wandered, wishing desperately for that dildo to be him instead. The man in the video never showed his face, but Viktor had seen every other inch and wanted nothing more than to fuck the man, his dream boy, and make him whimper and moan louder than he'd ever do on camera.
Voltage shoved a hand down to his plump tdick poking out from the hair and rubbed himself in fast circles. He whined like a whore as he bounced faster and faster, desperation overtaking his body. Viktor grunted as he got close. He wanted to hold out for when his dream boy came. He slowed his hand before pulling it off his cock completely. He leaned closer to the screen almost like he wanted to taste the wet pussy in front of him. He could only imagine what his dream boy tasted like; the kind of salty sweetness that'd leave him begging for more.
"Come on baby, come for Daddy, come on," he muttered to the computer as if he could be heard by his dream boy. Within moments, his dream boy's hips shook as he squirted onto the tile. His back arched as he let out the loveliest cry of pleasure. Viktor fell back into his chair with a groan and went back to stroking his cock with a fast pace as he watched Voltage shudder and whimper. He bucked his hips into his hand as he felt the sweet release of hot cum coating his hand, wishing it was deep within his dream boy's pussy instead of his hand.
Viktor ran his clean hand through his hair as he came down from his high. He watched the screen as his dream boy slowly came off the red dildo and gave a wave to the camera. Viktor tapped back out of the video with a sigh. He tapped through the pictures of Voltage and his titular pussy. He wasn't a small guy, he was ripped and took plenty of photos flexing, showing off every inch of tanned skin that shimmered in the right light. The beautifully sculpted kind of body that made Viktor long for his youth again. As much as he loved watching his dream boy fuck various toys and the occasional other man, he knew he'd never stand a chance with a young guy like him. He was just a number to Voltage, and that number was usually in the form of eddies. He sent Voltage a tip as he usually did every week, a hundred and fifty eddies. He wondered if that was too much, but a man of his age? What else would he spend the money on? Better this than gambling.
As he cleaned himself up, his eyes flicked back to the still open page. Something new caught his eye. Or maybe it wasn't new new, but he hadn't noticed it before. A "chat" button. Viktor's heart skipped a beat. He scooted closer to his desk and opened up the "chat" option.
You are now chatting with VoltagePussy!
Viktor's blood ran cold. He had a direct line to his dream boy and his mind swirled with what he should say. He took a deep breath and let his fingers hit the keyboard.
HvyWatsonChamp: Big fan of your content, keep up the good work.
Viktor cringed at himself as he hit send. It sounded weird, pathetic, old. Like he was his dad, congratulating him on winning a wrestling match. It brought up a thought of his dream boy in a tight singlet, wrestling with Viktor until Viktor's skill and strength let him overpower the younger man. Or maybe the younger man would win and hold Viktor down like a mindless toy to be used. The thoughts made his dick twitch. Before he got too lost in the fantasies, the computer made a noise that pulled him back to reality. VoltagePussy replied.
VoltagePussy: You're one of my top contributors, thanks for the support! You from Night City?
Viktor's heart skipped a beat until his eyes drifted over his username. He wiped the sweat off his brow as he tried to gather his composure. There was no shot he was actually talking to Voltage. It had to be a chatbot, there was no way he was really talking to his dream boy. His hands hovered over the keyboard, wondering if it was even worth replying to a chatbot. The gate to his clinic shook as someone hit it in desperation. Viktor jumped and shoved his dick in his pants before clicking out of the web and back to his old boxing match videos. Time to go to work.