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He’s done this so many times it’s become nearly second nature to slip on a pair of stockings and thong and start up the camera, smirking at it with a coy wink and watching the coins pour in as he warms up the stream by teasing himself. It’s a routine part of his week now, and Miya comfortably relished in the surplus of attention he got for every stream.
And yet, despite his experience, something about this particular stream he had planned sent electric trembles of excitement throughout his body. His heart sang with anticipation as he pulled on his getup, marveling at how perfectly it still fit him, even after so many years sitting in a closet long forgotten.
Well, the shorts were a little small and tight on the ass, but his viewers certainly wouldn’t complain.
After a year of hard work, Miya had become the number one streamer on the cam site, unrivaled and exponentially growing in popularity by the minute. As a milestone celebration, he scheduled an exclusively themed stream and promised, for the first time in his entire career as a camboy, to take in requests sent in by viewers.
Requests would be sent in via the cam site’s coins, and the more extreme the request, the more coins a viewer would have to pay up. Miya was opportunistic, after all, and he’d never pass on a chance to make some extra money along the way.
He slides on the cat-ear hairclips and fits his white school hat on top, just enough so that the ears peek out.
Miya turns on the camera, and his stream instantly makes it to the front page of the cam site when it goes live.
Showtime.
The camera is already positioned to face the bed, where piles of toys are scattered around his body. Many of them are newly bought, and Miya hopes that some of his viewers would request him try them out. After all, they certainly weren’t cheap.
There’s a dildo in the shape of a fish by his foot, anal beads in the shape of yarn balls, a small collar with a bell on it fitted to the size of his dick, and… Well, Miya also hopes his viewers get the idea of what this stream’s theme was going to be.
Cats have always been Miya’s personal motif throughout his life, and though he’s never expressed it or flaunted it explicitly on stream (typical streams for him were schoolboy themed), he figures it’s symbolic enough to make for a good commemorative theme for his milestone stream.
Well, as commemorative as a stream dedicated to the horny masses can get.
He watches the monitor behind the camera as comments pour in asking Are you going to use all of those? and Is that your real uniform?
Miya can only give a sweet smile in response as he waves at the camera.
“Hi, Big Brothers!! We’re having a suuuper special stream today, aren’t we? I’m excited to play with all of you today!”
He takes the fish dildo and licks a long stripe down the length, keeping eye contact with the camera the entire time. The monitor lights up with outpours of coins, and a shiver goes down Miya’s spine and to his dick, which is already half-hard in his middle school uniform.
Despite the lack of audio cues from his audience, he can tell just how much he’s set them off once he turns his head just enough to give them a glimpse of his neck, where a black collar with a gold bell dangles. The bell jingles with every movement Miya makes, and the feeling of the cold metal on his neck is exhilarating.
“Be gentle with me, okay? I don’t like it when Big Brother plays rough!!!” Miya purrs. He starts to slip off his shorts, showing his ass to the camera and shaking it slightly as he shimmies out of them.
Turning over to show off his chest to the camera, he uses one of his hand to play with one of his nipples through his shirt, rolling the small bud between his fingers and gasping at the stimulation. The nipple starts to poke through the shirt as Miya continues to play with it, smiling when more coins pour in begging for him to do more.
“Mommy always taught me to be patient. But for you, Big Brother, I can break the rules a little! Just don’t tell anyone, okay?” He puts a childish finger to his lips and winks.
On the nightstand sits a bottle filled with purple liquid, and Miya leans over to swipe it. He uncorks the cap and mewls at the scent.
“Big Brother, do you know what this is?” He doesn’t even bother to read the comments guessing.
“It’s catnip! And I hear it’s super yummy for kitties, right?”
He peers at the bottle curiously, glancing back at his audience for feedback.
“Should I try this, Big Brother? I’m a little scared…” In mock fear, he starts to put down the bottle.
The chat protests and attempts to reassure him as part of their mock roleplay, but Miya isn’t ready to back down yet. He’s just waiting for one more push.
“I’ll do it if you hold my hand, Big Brother! You pinky promise?”
A donation of one hundred coins pops up onto the screen.
There it is.
“Okaaay, Big Brother! You pinky promised, so you’ll have to protect me if something goes wrong!”
He tips his head back and nearly finishes the sweet drink, using the back of his hand to wipe the extra that’s dribbled out.
“Let’s see if my kitty likes it too, right Big Brother?”
With his free hand, he moves down to his hole and begins massaging the rim, tensing up from the sensitivity. No matter how many times Miya has done this, the sensitivity has never worn off. He can’t decide on whether or not this is a good thing, in the long run.
For now, however, it is perfect for giving the audience a show. He circles the rim a few more times until plunging into the heat, gasping and instinctively opening his legs up further. Positioning the lip of the glass bottle to his hole, he pours the rest of the catnip onto it, shivering when the cool liquid coats it.
The catnip allows for him to slip another finger in, and he at the stretch. He can feel his cheeks heating up and his head feel lighter as the “catnip” works itself into effect. There’s also the intense urge to sink his fingers in deeper and fuck himself silly, but he wills himself to keep them shallow for now.
The fun parts should be saved for later in the stream, when he submits himself to the will of his viewers completely.
“Big Brother,” he whines, fingers still pumping in and out of his hole, “I feel all hot and funny. Can you… Can you give me a hug?”
As more coins then start to pour in, Miya reaches for his tail, which dangles off the bed right beside his head. Gasping at the stretch, he removes his fingers and slowly pushes the plug in until it sits completely snug against his hole. Being filled feels heavenly, and Miya turns around to show the audience his ass, wiggling it tantalizingly at the camera.
The jingle of the gold bell on his collar is like music as he turns to the audience to ask, “Am I a real kitty now, Big Brother?”
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Miya hears the chimes of incoming messages flood in, and he doesn’t even need to look to know that he’s getting enthusiastic agreements. He palms at his dick and gasps at the sensation, arching his back as he drags his hand from the head to his stomach. There’s a thin film of precum between his fingers, and he licks at them as he steadies his eyes at the camera.
His dick drips thick globs of precum as he leans over to grab a dildo lying next to him, using it to outline the shape of it onto his stomach and purring as he licks at the head. It’s shaped like a fish with its scales ridged upward, and every scale that Miya licks at makes his dick bob slightly. He pushes it into his mouth, every scale dragging along his tongue as it touches the back of his throat, and he starts to fuck it in and out as he uses his other hand to slowly pump his dick.
When his hand no longer feels sufficient, he mindlessly gropes at his bed until his fingers brush against the large wand lying beside his pillow, and it whirrs to life with a loud hum. When Miya presses it against the head of his dick, he immediately pulls it backward in surprise with a whine. The vibrations are too much, and any longer on the head and he’d already be tumbling off the edge and into orgasm.
He instead moves it downward to his ass, gasping as he feels the vibrations travel from the wand and through the plug. Dragging it upward to the base of his dick, it takes everything in Miya not to lose his mind as he huffs through his nose, licking at the fish’s head. There’s drool dribbling out the corners of his mouth and down his chin now, but the audience is wild with coins at this point, obviously enjoying the tantalizing view of Miya’s fucked-out face.
But the show is just getting started, and Miya sets aside the dildo as he spreads his legs at the camera and winks.
“Big Brother, you’re getting anxious, aren’t you? Did you know that I got some good grades today thanks to your tutoring the other day?” He tugs at his dick and sighs in pleasure.
“As thanks, I’m gonna let you do whatever you want to me today, Big Brother! I’m so happy I have you as my big bro!”
Miya hears the chat explode with messages of anticipation. He playfully wags a finger at the camera as he gets up to crawl towards the camera on all fours, a teasing smirk on his face.
“Buuuut! Only if you give me my allowance, Big Brother! I’m just a little kid, after all!” He leans over to his laptop to add a small menu with the different pricings for activities. Lying down on the bed and wiggling his ass in the air, Miya reaches for a nearby feather toy to lightly ghost over his skin as he eagerly waits for requests.
Not even a moment later does the screen chime in with a request, the words popping up onto the stream in brighter lettering than the rest of the comments.
“Take off your clothes and play with your nipples.”
“Ooh, someone’s feeling bossy!” Miya purrs, already pulling his shirt over his head and wiggling out of the shorts. He feels even more naked clad in just socks, ears, and the tail protruding from his ass, the cold breeze of the room raising goosebumps on his skin.
He dangles the shorts from his foot and kicks them off to the side gracefully, sitting up on his knees to brush the feather toy against his nipples. The pink buds protrude deliciously from his chest, and Miya shivers every time the feather ghosts over them, the faintest touch sending sparks up his spine.
He lets out a small mewl as he twists at the sensation, gazing over at the camera with hooded eyes as he awaits his next command. The screen lights up with another donation as the request pops up in purple lettering, and reading the comment alone is enough to get Miya’s dick twitching with excitement.
“aww kitty’s dick looks so naughty right now~ how about we put a collar and make him behave”
Miya licks his lips at the proposition. A wet bead of precum bubbles up at the tip and rolls down the length of his cock as he straps a small black collar around the base of his dick, hissing at the pressure as he tightens it. There’s a little gold bell attached to it that matches the collar on his neck, and every time he palms at the head of his dick, he can hear the bell jingling and jingling, the sound distant to his lust-ridden ears.
The plug isn’t enough to fill him anymore. He yanks it out with a wet pop, shuddering as his ass clenches at the emptiness. Tossing it aside carelessly, he draws up a long string of fat anal beads, glistening with lube in the light of his set as he slathers it on. He presses it to the gaping hole, hissing sharply as the first bead breaches his hole.
That’s it, Miya desperately thinks to himself, something to fill him up completely.
He presses in the second bead and gasps, turning to the audience to dazedly gaze at them.
“Big Brother,” he gasps, “it hurts. Won’t you hold me? It’s- It’s too big…” He grunts as another bead goes in.
Despite the pain of the stretch, every bead that manages to slide in fills Miya up deliciously. He feels so big, so full, and yet so comfortable with the weight, with the bulge that protrudes from his belly and makes his audience go wild whenever he tantalizingly strokes it and whines that he’ll be pregnant.
Another request dings in as Miya presses his head against his pillow, mussing up his hair as black strands fan out. He lazily gets up to read the comment blaring in bright neon letters, the purple light casting a lovely glow on his skin.
He stretches like a cat, sticking his ass into the air and extending his upper body forward onto the bed until he’s arched beautifully. The beads slide a little when he moves, and he clenches to force them back in. His dick bobs against his stomach, precum dripping fat, delicious globs down from the tip and in a small pool beneath him. When the tip brushes ever so slightly against the pillow he’s shoved down under him, a small, desperate mewl escapes him.
His dick has gone untouched for so long the head almost matches the purple he uses to decorate his film setup with.
The soft fabric of his pillow is rough on his dick, with every light touch against it electric as he ruts against it. Every movement becomes more and more erratic as he gasps against his blankets, drool spilling onto them and leaving wet stains where his mouth had chewed on them to muffle his cries.
“D-do you like me now, Big Brother? Am I being a good boy?” He says, and his audience responds in kind with messages crying out “Little whore!” and “You’re just a bitch in heat, aren’t you?”
His pillow is entirely soaked in precum now, the only sounds in Miya’s ear being the distant dinging of the chat and the friction of sheets against sheets as he desperately tries to stay conscious. He can feel his orgasm erupting, so barely contained within his body that he’s sure another touch is enough to send him over the edge.
And when he reaches up to roll a throbbing nipple between shaking fingertips, his eyes roll back and the only thing he can see are stars as he shudders and shakes, the collar on his dick preventing him from climaxing properly. “FUCK!” He screams, biting down on his lip as he rides out his first orgasm of the stream. The ecstatic chimes of his speakers seem so far away.
In a wild, delirious daze, when his nerves are still thrumming with adrenaline and he’s on the verge of being wiped out but not yet so, he lifts his head to read another bright purple request.
And upon reading the request, his eyes widen and he smiles devilishly.
He snatches a bottle of opaque, white liquid from his bedside table and uncorks it with a loud pop, tossing the cork behind him and letting the liquid spill from his lips and down to his body in the same fashion he did with his catnip.
Except this time, there’s a silver bowl in front of him that glints in the soft lights of his bedroom, and he sloppily pours the milk from its bottle into the bowl, splashing bits of white outside and onto the sheets.
Miya leans down and takes an experimental lick, looking up at his audience with expectant eyes. After a moment of tantalizing stillness, he leans down once more, lapping at the milk and splashing it against his face. The milk drips down from his chin and onto his neck, where he drags a hand down and toward his body to smear it further.
There’s a loud chime when Miya licks his lips, and a brilliant gold message has popped up onto his screen.
Someone has donated ten-thousand coins.
“milk yourself for me like a good little brother,” is all the message says.
And Miya is happy to oblige— anything for his dear viewers.
He reaches behind him and tugs at the loop protruding erotically from his ass, the beads slick with lube and precum. He hisses as he pulls the beads out, each bead sliding out one-by-one with a wet pop as he tugs. It feels empty without the beads, his body already missing the way they fill him so beautifully.
The bell of his collar jingles as he wraps a hand around his weeping dick and unfastens it, groaning in relief as he feels it loosen. He tosses it behind him and begins to pump it slowly, throwing his head back and moaning lewdly at the friction.
Picking up the fish dildo he’d carelessly thrown aside earlier, he slides the slicked fish easily in his greedy hole, sighing as he’s filled again and can feel a small bulge protruding from his stomach.
Miya’s lost all will to suppress his mewls as he pistons the dildo in and out, crying out desperately.
“B-big Brother! Have mercy on me, please! I know I’ve been a bad boy, please have mercy!” He makes eye contact with the camera to hammer in his words, and the chat has slowed down considerably- Miya can only imagine with glee what his audience is doing alongside him.
He leans back and lies flat on his back on the bed, spreading his legs toward the camera and shivering at how exposed he feels to the cold air of his room. He paws around his bed for a certain toy.
The wand sits heavy in his hand when he holds it, as if it knew exactly what he was going to do with it.
“Big Brother, you promised you’d play with me, right? I found a toy we can play with!” He waves the wand at the camera. “Let’s play! You can control the toy, okay?”
His stream chimes with more coin donations.
“You’re excited too, aren’t you, Big Brother?” He coos.
He turns the wand on to the lowest setting and presses it to the head of his cock.
“Mmph!” Miya groans, his toes curling at the sensation. The wand is barely on, and yet this much is enough to drive him up the wall. “Hnn… It feels good, Big Brother… AAAH! FUCK!”
The wand immediately ramps up to its maximum setting, no doubt set up by his devious audience, and the sensation is too much to bear. Miya writhes on the bed as he throws his head against the pillow and cries out in ecstasy.
His orgasm comes at him like an explosion, with thick ribbons of cum rocketing out of him and painting his body in white streams.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
He shakes as he cums, arms and legs trembling as he rides out the intense orgasm. It’s like fireworks have gone off in his head, the pleasure so intense not a single thought seems to flow through his mind besides “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” and explosions of pleasure.
It takes a moment for Miya to come down from his orgasm, who’s still trembling and breathing heavily. All of the energy feels sapped from his body, and he can barely move as he lies on the bed in a daze.
The rapid chimes from his laptop are what remind him that he needs to end the stream, and he pushes himself up onto his elbows to give a lazy, fucked-out smile at the audience. Dragging a hand down his body, he brings some of the cum to his mouth and licks a long, languid stripe up his arm, refusing to break eye contact with his audience.
“Thanks for taking care of your kitty, Big Brother,” he mewls, licking at his lips. “Let’s play again sometime!” He gives a tired little wave as he sits on the bed.
Miya reaches up behind the camera with a sweet smile, and the stream shuts off.