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Working at the café wasn’t cutting it anymore, he needed easy money and he needed it fast. He could still feel the lingering sharpness of a knife on his cheek while being threatened. “Should we remove an eye and sell it? Maybe you’ll become profitable then. What about a kidney?” The knife moved downwards to his stomach, then lowered some more. “Or a testicle?”
He hated debt collectors, and Makima’s were relentless.
Denji swallowed, biting at the skin around his nails until it reddened while the cursor hovered over the button to start a live, unable to make up his mind.
Power had suggested “What about whoring yourself online?”, which at the time had sounded like a joke, especially because she pretended to be a streamer and used the excuse of an empty chatroom to talk out loud. She had sent the link to Denji once; he had spent two minutes amazed at the amount of piled up garbage she had behind her, then heard her munching loudly on some chips right next to the tacky microphone, and closed the window. There was a limit as to how much he’d do for their friendship and that was it.
Despite the absurdity of it all, Denji found himself creating a profile at a shady porn webpage that would supposedly allow him to broadcast a live feed for money, Power’s words having the absolute worst influence on him as they usually did.
Denji had never seen a live cam, well… live. He probably consumed more porn than average, but he didn’t have the money to pay for anything so the free ripped porn that some websites provided was his go to. Evading censorship wasn’t much of a hustle, but it could land you in some questionable sites that he’d rather avoid, like the one he had ended up in for the live cam. What could they do to scam him anyway? he had already made a deal with the devil and was a few weeks away from being found in a ditch at such point, no money to his name whatsoever.
It was worth a try, right?
He chose the least stained wall from his crappy apartment and pointed his old laptop’s camera towards it from his desk, making sure nothing was visible besides his bed which… hey! At least he had a bed, right? He put on a black facemask and a black cap over his head to match, checking himself in the camera preview to assess how he looked. His old laptop’s camera made the image blurry, but it wasn’t pixelated and he had got off to worse quality videos using some imagination, so he figured it was good enough. He had already submitted information from an old prepaid card and the site didn’t even ask for an identification so he guessed that part was handled somewhat. Really, he had no idea what he was doing.
He set up the preferences, furrowing his brows the moment he had to add tags and a name. How could he even tag this shit? He wasn’t buff or fat nor particularly small, his malnourishment as a child and the weight gain side effect from the pills evening out somewhat to make him nothing special, and then was the scar on his chest from the heart surgery. There was no way someone would glance at him and think he was hot, his few experiences with girls were evidence of it.
He scratched his temple with a finger, thinking. Maybe dudes would do? He highly doubted many girls would be on the site anyway. It wasn’t as if he was going to suck their dicks or anything, he was alone in his apartment, it would pretty much be like jacking off but getting money for it.
Sure, then. Gay.
Username… uhh…
Maybe something different from usual porn names, he already looked different after all, might as well make it his signature.
He touched the roof of his mouth with his tongue as he typed: Chainsaw Man.
He had been called such a name a few times due to his pointy teeth and he had actually enjoyed the sound of it compared to getting called much worse names like airhead and freak. Yeah, he could do Chainsaw Man. It sounded hot, right? Manly or something.
He closed the door so that his dog Pochita wouldn’t walk into anything indecent and looked at himself quickly on the screen, adjusting his hair underneath the cap. He was wearing some regular pants and a plain white T-shirt that had a few wrinkles on it but was decently clean, would that… be enough? He didn’t own any sexy clothes. He’d be okay with a girl wearing the same outfit on a live-cam but honestly girls could wear whatever.
Meh.
He clicked the button for the live to start and adjusted the laptop so that the camera pointed at his bed, then padded in his socks towards it and sat crossed legged on his covers to wait. He checked the time, 7 p.m.
Was that a good time for a live cam? Was there like a peak jerk off hour? he had no idea. He checked his phone as he waited, getting distracted with a game and eventually laying on the bed face up with his legs bent, his feet pressing against the covers.
He grimaced, looking at the message claiming he had lost for the third time and almost dropping the phone on his face. Ok. So Power’s idea had been stupid, no surprise there. It was a hundred percent her fault and had nothing to do with Denji’s utter inability to advertise himself.
He’d just have to give Makima’s thugs one of his testicles or something, he had two and wasn’t using them for anything worthwhile anyway. He chewed at the skin of his fingers by his nails as he thought, the facemask’s strings stretching as he fit his hand underneath it to do so. Until he heard the chime of someone joining the live.
“Holy shit.” He reincorporated himself, adjusting his cap and facemask, sitting on the bed properly with his feet on the floor. He squinted his eyes to read what was written on the screen.
Octopus devil has joined the live!
Well. That one was just as bad as Chainsaw Man for a porn site. They could’ve gone with octopussy or something, what a wasted opportunity.
“Hello?” He tilted his head to the side slightly as he waited for a response. Maybe it was someone that had clicked by mistake or a bot that automatically joined failed streams or something.
Octopus devil: Hello.
Oh. Alright, they could hear him. It was happening. It was happening. He hadn’t thought that far, he had never expected someone to actually join if he was honest.
“How… how are you?” Denji bit at his lower lip underneath the facemask at his awkwardness.
Octopus devil: Is that a cue for me to say I’m horny or something?
Denji blew hot air through his mouth in frustration. “No, I just suck at this, I…” He frowned. “Are you horny?”
Octopus devil: Well, not yet I am not. But you’re cute, you can get me there.
Denji closed his hands in fists at his sides where he sat on the bed as he read. Holy shit, was that flirting? nobody had ever called him cute and while he felt it wasn’t well… manly, he kind of liked the flattery. That had definitely stirred something he didn’t want to unpack. “I’m not cute.” He mumbled, more to himself than to his one-person audience that was most probably another dude.
Octopus devil: Hey. You ok there?
Denji looked at the screen and blinked. He really needed the money. “Yes, I’m just… this is my first time doing this and I…” And he had no idea what the hell he was doing, he figured anybody could tell without him saying. “Could you maybe like, guide me?”
There was a short pause, and he thought for sure that he’d see the viewer count lower to zero. Maybe they would make fun of him or figure he was too much work and leave.
Octopus devil: Sure. I can do that.
Fuck yeah! Denji had expected creepy guys but this seemed pretty chill so far. He adjusted himself better on the bed, waiting.
Octopus devil: Any ground rules?
Right. Ground rules. Denji scratched at his head only to remember when his finger hit against the fabric that he was actually wearing a cap. Instead of stopping he scratched a bit harder, until he could feel the pressure against his scalp despite the layer in between. Huh. “Actually, can I keep my clothes on?”
Octopus devil: That’s a weird one for a live. But sure, I can work around it.
“For real?” Denji opened his eyes wide at that. Was it that easy that he could even keep his clothes on?
Octopus devil: There’s plenty things you can do without removing your clothes.
Octopus devil: Mh… Let me think.
Octopus devil: Are your nipples sensitive?
“I’m a dude.” Denji replied instantly, his delivery making it clear he found the question stupid.
Octopus devil: Yeah, me too.
Octopus devil: Doesn’t answer my question though.
Ah, there went the illusion that the person watching him could be a chick. He supposed it was to be expected, he had signed up for it after all. Denji chewed at the inside of his cheek while thinking, he had never really tried touching his nipples. “I don’t know.” He answered sincerely, one hand lifting to softly rest on his chest as he looked down. It was pretty flat, nothing fun to see there.
He heard the sound of a new message and looked ahead to read.
Octopus devil: Want to try?
Well. It was a pretty simple request within the limits Denji had set, he’d actually feel bad to deny even that to the poor dude and, truth was, there might also be a part of him that was genuinely curious. He was weak to pleasure and difficult to humiliate, so the idea of a new discovery that could make him feel good usually won him over. He was simple minded and people usually thought he was dumb because of it, but shouldn’t they be the dumb ones for complicating everything?
Denji slowly placed his hands over his t-shirt where his nipples were, hovering, then looked at the screen again, unsure.
Octopus devil: Go ahead. Rub softly.
Denji pursed his lips to the side underneath the facemask and nodded, his eyes leaving the screen to follow his fingers as they grazed fabric. Slowly, he drew circles with his index and middle finger, as he had seen done with women. He felt the nubs on the fabric where his nipples were, and pushed against them. He didn’t really feel much, but they still hardened from the stimulation; he hadn’t expected any reaction so it came as a surprise to him when they eventually became visible through the fabric. “Ah! They perked up!” He commented out loud, sounding proud of himself.
Octopus devil: Did they?
Denji heard the sound of a message and nodded. “Ah. You probably can’t see. My laptop’s camera is freaking old. Lemme just…” He walked towards the laptop and lifted it upwards carefully. It was plugged in because the battery didn’t last shit otherwise, but the cord was long enough that Denji was capable of bringing it over to the bed along with him and adjust the angle until he could sit cross legged in front of it comfortably and remain in frame. “There.” Denji smiled, even if it wasn’t visible through the facemask.
Octopus devil: First time and already taking me to bed? I’m flattered.
Denji huffed at the snarky comment. “Shut up.”
Octopus devil: Why don’t you make me? Come on, keep going, seduce me.
Seduce him? Denji had no idea how to do that. He had never been able to seduce a woman, let alone a man. What did men like anyway? He was a man, he should know, it had to be easier. Should he moan? That would be freaking embarrassing and probably not sound hot at all. Keep going. Right. He could do that.
He placed his hands on his chest, rubbing, his nipples perking up once again. He checked the screen to see if they were visible and sure enough, the camera could get as much from so close, though the image of himself rubbing at his own nipples made him want to hide underneath the bed and never come out. “Ngh.” He turned his face to the side, looking elsewhere until he heard a new message.
Octopus devil: Don’t go shy on me. You look amazing. Come on, look here.
Ah. That was so embarrassing. He looked at himself once again and felt shame invade him. You look amazing. He really didn’t, but the words made something inside him stir once again.
Octopus devil: You like that, don’t you? What is it? The praise? The humiliation? Or the stimulation on your nipples?
He liked that? Why was he saying that? Denji looked at himself once again on the screen, most of his face hidden by the cap and the facemask, not much of his expression visible other than what his eyes gave away. Then he saw the tent between his legs.
He opened his eyes wide in disbelief, his hands stopping to rest on his chest as he did so. He was hard? What the hell. “Wh- I dunno.” He hadn’t even realized until it was mentioned, how could he know.
Octopus devil: Should we figure out which one you like then? Pinch them.
Denji bit at his lower lip as he obediently placed his fingers once again over his nipples, holding the nubs between his index and thumb and slowly applying pressure.
Octopus devil: Come on, pinch them harder, and look at the screen while you do it. I want you to see how pretty you look.
Pretty? Denji pinched harder, jumping slightly off the bed when doing so. Alright he was feeling that now. He saw himself on the screen, how his back arched at the touch and caused his chest to press against the fabric, making the way his fingers squeezed his nipples look even more obscene. He breathed in, the air coming in shakily, the sound of it resonating in his room.
Octopus devil: So? Which one is it?
“I don’t,” His voice trembled so he swallowed, trying to regain some control over it. “I don’t know.” He pinched again, harder, and his hips swayed forwards until his hard on rubbed against his socked heel. He let out a shameful sound at that, and hurried to change his position until he was kneeling with his legs spread enough to allow his butt to rest on the bed. He regretted it as soon as he looked at himself on the screen, his erection in plain view without his legs in the way.
Octopus devil: Poor thing. Look how hard you are.
Fucking bastard, he was toying with him. Was he getting off to this? Denji clenched his teeth at the thought. The possibility of someone getting turned on by him made him feel good, and he found himself surprised at the fact that knowing it was a man didn’t seem to make it any less hot.
Octopus devil: That’s ok, you can use one hand to touch the front if you want.
“Don’t need your permission.” Despite the clarification, it felt as if he had just heard the greatest idea in all history as he lowered one of his hands towards his hard on, keeping it close enough to his body to feel the pressure trailing all the way from his chest to his dick over his pants. His left hand on his chest unintentionally pinched harder as soon as his right hand found his erection. “Shit.” He hunched forwards as he closed his eyes, his legs slightly trembling.
He blinked his eyes open with some effort after a while, his vision blurry from unshed tears from pressing them closed so hard.
Octopus devil: Good boy.
Fuck, that was so fucking cliché. Denji hated himself when he felt his dick throb against his hand as soon as he read, he couldn’t believe the fucking traitorous thing. He pressed his palm against his cock and whimpered so loud at the relief it brought that he stopped pinching his chest to cover his mouth instead, trying to drown his stupid noises.
Octopus devil: Don’t do that, I want to hear you.
Denji shook his head, his eyebrows upwards in a plea as he rubbed himself further, cupping his hand to follow the outline of his dick over his pants. He pressed his palm against his mouth even harder when a sound escaped him, a pitiful moan.
Octopus devil: Holy shit. You sound wonderful, come on. Please?
Denji blinked at the screen, looking directly at the camera. He lowered the hand on his mouth, slowly. “Are ya” He paused, swallowing, then looked at his own image, the way even his ears were blushed. He looked absolutely disheveled and he hadn’t even taken off his clothes. He definitely had a thing for being watched, because he knew he was feeling everything much more than usual, he had never been like this when doing it alone. “Are ya touching yourself?” He wasn’t even sure why he asked. Would he even like that? For a man to be touching himself at the sight of him?
Octopus devil: Of course I am. Are you kidding me? You are fucking hot.
Fuck. Ok. Ha. Alright. He did, he fucking liked it.
Denji gripped the outline of his dick with his hand, hard, and panted.
Octopus devil: You like that? That I’m touching myself while looking at you? Baby, I think I’ll be touching myself to the thought of you for a while.
Baby. Jesus. Denji had never been called names, not tender ones at least. Chainsaw Man had been the best he had achieved and it hadn’t even been said with good intention. This man was pressing buttons Denji didn’t even know he had, and they all made his body run hotter until he felt dizzy. He had needed the attention for so long and he was finally getting it, someone was watching him and liking what they saw. Someone liked him.
Denji rubbed himself hard against his clothes, almost close to hurting, his left hand wandering downwards from his mouth until resting against his nipple once again. It was sore from pinching, and he only noticed now after having left it alone briefly. His eyes squinted for a second on reflex when he rubbed it softly, immediately realizing it was over-sensitive from his harsh treatment. Fuck, he might have overdone that without knowing, maybe he’d have to put a band aid or some cream on them afterwards because they’d probably swell for a while. He rubbed once again and his back shook. It hurt so good though. He could already feel a wet patch on his underwear, and it would probably soak through his pants soon. “Gh.” He bit at his lower lip, his sharp teeth stabbing his skin hard enough to bruise, the air humid inside the drool stained facemask.
Octopus devil: Fuck. So hot. You look so fucking good for me. Keep going, we’ll go harder, alright? Are you close?
Denji nodded frenetically. His pants started bothering him so he pulled them down until his underwear was visible. He was wearing plain white trunks, and they hugged him tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination, especially at the tip where the fabric had soaked through and turned almost transparent. He couldn’t even care as he cupped his balls and his legs closed slightly. “I’m… I’m gonna” He let his head drop backwards as he gripped himself tighter for a second and let go, going back to rubbing his shaft over his underwear.
He heard the sound of a new message, and made the effort of righting his head to look, panting against his facemask.
Octopus devil: Go on. Cum for me.
“F-fuck.” Denji pinched his nipple one last time before he felt himself shake as pleasure took over him. He pressed his eyes closed with so much strength he saw white spots all over, his underwear gradually becoming more drenched. He could distantly hear himself moaning pathetically, but couldn’t bother to feel ashamed anymore, too busy feeling pleasure instead.
He squinted his eyes open slightly after a while, milking the last drops out of himself softly with a defeated whimper.
Octopus devil: Fuck yes.
Denji slumped slightly forwards, his hands dropping at his sides and his legs opening further, looking each second more boneless. He breathed in hard through his nose a few times until he managed to settle the beating of his heart, swallowing the dryness of his throat. “Did you cum too?” His voice sounded a bit raspy so he swallowed again. His nipples rubbed against his t-shirt and he whined at how much it hurt. Fuck, that didn’t feel so good after cumming.
Octopus devil: Yes. You looked so beautiful and moaned so prettily for me. Of course I came.
Denji covered his face with his hands and grunted when he felt how wet his right palm was. “Ugh. Fuck. So embarrassing.”
Octopus devil: Ha.
Denji supposed that was a laugh, as he peeked through his fingers to read.
Octopus devil: Not bad for your first time. I’ll be waiting to see more of you.
“You will?” Denji tilted his head slightly at that, like a dog hearing a strange sound. Had it been as good for the other man as it had been for himself? Did he like watching as much as Denji found he liked being watched?
Octopus devil: Of course. I’ll be keeping an eye for more. I’ll go clean up now, and you should too.
Denji nodded. “Oh. Yeah. Okay. Bye?”
Octopus devil: Bye-bye, Chainsaw Man.
Octopus devil has left the live.
Denji looked at the screen for an embarrassing amount of time, unsure what to do. Then he pressed the button to end the live cam. He made some noise with his mouth as he opened and closed it while licking the insides a couple of times trying to remove the leftover dryness.
Then he realized.
THE MONEY.
HE HAD NOT ASKED FOR ANY MONEY.
FUCK.
It had been the whole damned reason he had done it in the first place.
He removed the cap from his head and his facemask, pulling at his hair until it was sticking up in all directions even more so than usual. His dirty hand didn’t do his hair any favor, but he definitely needed a bath anyway.
He was a fucking dumbass. He was supposed to ask for money as he did shit, that’s how it worked or else you got nothing.
He heard the sound of a notification, and shook his hand in the air for it to dry before putting his finger on the touchpad, moving the cursor.
Octopus devil has subscribed to your channel.
Octopus devil has donated to your channel.
“Huh?” Denji clicked on the second notification, his eyes opening wide at the amount. Holy shit. That would certainly cover his ass from Makima’s goons for a while, he would even be able to pay for the food he usually stole from work at the café. He laughed out loud, sounding insane.
He couldn’t fucking believe it. Fuck. It had been so good too, he almost felt bad for receiving money. Shit.
He closed his laptop and walked towards his door, opening it for Pochita to run inside to check on him. He sniffed his legs in worry, and he hurried to remove his hands from proximity; he was not letting Pochita sniff the evidence of what he had done. No way. He had felt enough shame for a week already.
He made his way to the bathroom and started undressing, looking at himself in the mirror to see the scar in the middle of his chest being bracketed by a couple of very swollen nipples.
He grimaced. Fuck.
Power could never find out about his newly found fetish or he wasn’t going to live it down.
He covered his mouth to muffle a laugh that bubbled up once again. Shit. He had got the money. He had got the money and had felt fucking good while at it.
The fact it had been a man should have bothered him more than it did, but he somehow couldn’t care when it had felt so… nice. Denji genuinely felt like he had been cared for and the other man hadn’t even been in the same room with him so it didn’t even count.
He was simple minded after all, he guessed.
He shrugged. He was certainly going to do that again, no regrets whatsoever.