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It was a weakness, but a necessary evil, Hux thought, typing in his login details and unticking the box that said 'remember me on this computer'. In the unlikely event that his laptop should get stolen, he would not want even burglars knowing he had a subscription to this website.
It was paid for with a series of prepaid debit cards unconnected to his bank account. It was registered under an alias. It felt like he was being a little paranoid, maybe, but it was all for his own mental well-being. Usually, that he had a subscription to the site at all was rationalised in that same way.
He didn't have time or energy to go about these things in the 'usual' way, he told himself, and besides which he disliked the idea of investing in a project that might not work out. This is how it came to be that he was a regular subscriber to a camming website.
He'd been drawn in by the clean, modern web design and easy-to navigate profiles of the different webcam performers. Black and grey with red highlights could usually spell a design disaster, but it was tasteful, understated, and remarkably, free of malware. Additionally it catered to his tastes surprisingly well, with muscular, clean-shaven men around his age peering seductively out from the photographs. Not bears, not twinks, not gym bunnies or whatever other quaint monikers he usually found browsing anything marked m4m. And, though he was a little ashamed of the fact, he had a favourite among the cam guys.
Kylo, 29, was a fairly recent addition to the site, though his ascent to popularity had been nothing short of meteoric. Even beyond the three-month period it usually took for a new performer's novelty to wear off, Kylo still gained new viewers who returned again and again. There was just something about him, something about the fire in his eyes, the jut of his chin, the pout of his lips that drew the viewers in. He had a long, jagged scar that cut from the bridge of his nose and down to his deltoid, and in his early days he'd clearly tried to downplay it with makeup, but lately, he'd given up all pretences and begun wearing it naked-- gnarled and pink as it was.
Of course people asked about it. It had become something of a joke among Kylo's regulars, that each time a new viewer asked that tasteless question, Kylo would give a different explanation. Hux had never heard the same one twice. Once, it had been a motorcycle accident. Another time, he'd said someone had taken a bottle to him after he'd started a bar fight. Whatever the reason, it always sounded as though Kylo himself had been reckless. He never gave an excuse that put the blame squarely on someone else's shoulders. Hux liked that about him. He liked Kylo's attitude in that it made him want to put the man in his place, made him want to wipe that petulant look off his face.
He clicked around aimlessly for a few minutes, waiting for 10PM and pretending he hadn't inadvertently conditioned his body to respond to the hour. Kylo's show was 3 nights a week at 10:00 or thereabouts, and whenever he cancelled, it forced Hux to deal with his Pavlovian erection unaided. Hux checked the clock again, feeling his heart speed, his breath grow heavy. At 9:59 he licked his lips and clicked to the main page, waiting for Kylo's picture to appear with the words "online now". Should he wait, once the show started, so as not to appear too eager?
No, this wasn't courting. This was paying a man to do his job, and it was performing a function. He entered the chat and waited for the video stream to load.
Kylo started off dressed entirely in black: sinfully tight jeans with a bit of shine to them, a tank top with armholes so large it barely qualified as a shirt, and in direct opposition to the shirt that nearly showed his nipples, a black knit beanie out of which his black curls spilled. He wore a bit of eyeliner, and leaned back on his bed as he stared balefully at the camera, sucking almost absentmindedly on his lower lip so when he released it it was shiny and pink, nearly the same colour as his scar.
"Hello everyone," he greeted, always oddly formal. "I got a new tattoo. It's still healing, but I'll do one dare for the first person who can guess where it is."
Immediately the chat lit up with suggestions, most people guessing (or perhaps hoping) the new ink was on Kylo's arse. Hux surveyed him, the way he was sitting, and the tattoos he already knew the man to have.
He typed in his guess, and watched Kylo's lips quirk.
"Hi, RedScare34," Kylo greeted, and Hux never knew how to react to being addressed by his username. "You're back. Also, you're right. It is on the back of my left thigh. Bonus points for being so specific."
Hux remembered belatedly that Kylo had promised a dare, and his fingers hovered over the keys. Other users made attempts to convince him of one thing or another, but he ignored them.
RedScare34: Did you receive the package I sent you?
Kylo glanced at the screen momentarily before staring into the webcam again. "RedScare34 sent me a gift last week. For the rest of you my P.O. Box is in my bio. Don't send any perishables." His voice was deep and almost monotone, but it would lilt up in odd places. Definitely a memorable voice, Hux thought. He wondered if this was his favourite of the man's features, or if it was his unique looks, his chiseled abs, or even the fact that his P.O. Box address was in West Hollywood, not even a half hour’s drive from his home, and he hadn't really needed to post the gift he'd sent. Maybe his favourite feature was Kylo's frankly enormous cock. He wasn't sure.
"Do you want to see what it is?" Kylo asked his viewers, but his tone was not teasing. He reached offscreen and rummaged, coming up with the glossy white box minus its brown packing paper. It had been a bold purchase, inspired when Kylo had hosted an 'ask me anything' and had been probed at length about his lack of experience with BDSM, and his interest in trying more than just cheap fuzzy handcuffs.
Kylo opened the box and showed the soft leather strap inside, nestled in crepe paper and foam. It was about an inch wide, matte black, and fitted with an attractive silver buckle.
"I thought it was a wrist cuff until I saw the card," he commented, lifting the shop's own product description from out of the box. "'This soft garment-leather cock strap is going to look and feel amazing wrapped snug around your meat.’” His eyes flicked up from the card, staring into the camera with an oddly challenging expression. “‘The adjustable top strap lets you tighten down as much as you want without sacrificing look or comfort. This cock strap is designed with eight graduated sizes of adjustment, to accommodate even our most well-endowed of customers. You may also enjoy the 'Snap To It!' 5-snap easy removal cock strap, or the 'How's It Hangin' leather oxballs toy. Please visit www.sluttinthehutt.com.'" Kylo read off. "So I suppose your dare has something to do with this, RedScare34?" He pinched the leather between his thumb and forefinger and dangled it for the camera.
RedScare34: Yes. When you are naked, I would like for you to put that on, and keep it on until I say you can remove it.
He'd never tried anything like this with Kylo, and he wasn't sure what the reaction would be. He’d only ever participated in the chat, asking and answering questions, and had never tried to exert any form of control— considering he was only one among a good number of regular viewers, and countless one-off viewers besides. It could be the man would reject the idea completely and ask his moderator, a no-nonsense user by the name of Phasmagorica, to have Hux kicked from the chat, or permanently banned.
Running the supple leather between his fingers, Kylo's brows jumped just once as he gazed steadily into the lens of his webcam.
"Well," he said. "You heard the man. I haven't hit any of tonight’s credit milestones yet, so if you want to see me tighten this around my cock, keep those credits rolling in." Hux had recently purchased more credits (the site's virtual currency) and was feeling flush. He made a generous payment to start the night, and received another nod from Kylo in response. As the credits stacked up, Kylo removed his clothing article by article, commenting on things as they occurred.
Another user asked if he would like some nipple clamps to go with the cock strap, and Kylo, down to his shorts and stroking himself to hardness through the stretchy black fabric bit his plush lower lip. Hux watched him trail one hand up his chest, over a few other nasty scars, to roll and twist one nipple in his fingers.
"Mm," he grunted quietly, and Hux's cock twitched untouched in his trousers. "Maybe. I've never thought about it. Do you want to be the one to introduce them to me?" Hux never got enough of the way he seemed so... strangely earnest when he asked questions of his viewers. Hux had seen other cam shows, and quickly tired of the way the presenters attempted to pitch their voices sultry or seductive. It was all so insincere, and as a lawyer he got enough insincerity at work. He didn't need it in his home as well. Hux wished he'd been the one to suggest the clamps.
He watched as Kylo thoroughly explored his own nipples, testing out soft touches and rough tugs, face contorting with each new sensation. The scar pulled when Kylo's mouth stretched around a moan, and Hux found himself perversely drawn to it not for the first time.
/That must have hurt tremendously,/ he wanted to say. He didn't. /Do you still have sensation there?/ he wanted to ask. He kept his fingers still.
The credit counter rolled over, with another push from Hux, and finally, Kylo began shoving his boxer briefs down his trim hips and over his muscular thighs. Hux spared himself a short squeeze through his trousers. He always tried to delay, make it last, but the sight of Kylo's cock bobbing free, hard and flushed and slicking down the hair on his lower belly, made him ache. He wanted to secure that strap around Kylo's cock and balls himself, and suck him until he couldn't stand it. A perverse, irrational part of his mind had suggested he stake out Kylo's post office, to see him when he picked up Hux's parcel from his P.O. Box. Obviously, Hux knew this would be insane, stalkeresque behaviour, and he hadn't given in to the impulse, but the desire was still there, to see Kylo 'in real life', without whatever trappings he put on for his show.
He knew he wasn't alone. Half of the chat at any given time was users telling Kylo what kind of depravities they'd like to commit with him, if they were together. Thus far Hux had managed to refrain from this tasteless kind of talk, if only just barely.
Kylo rolled over, reaching for his lube and presenting his ass to the camera. It also gave his viewers a chance to see his new tattoo: a smooth, simple line drawing of blindfolded Justice from behind, scales held aloft in her right hand and fingers of the left crossed behind her back. It stretched from just under his arse to a little above mid-thigh, and Hux had to wonder how much it had hurt. That strip of skin where arse meets thigh is among the most painful for a spanking. Hux wondered if that applied to tattoos, at all. It was peeling a little, and there was a little blip of conversation about it in the chat. When Kylo turned back around and read the messages, he gave a rueful sort of look and said, "It itches like hell but all I can do is slather it in Aquaphor. Makes my ass slippery like I've just been fucked between the thighs."
He leaned back on his pillows again, and spread his legs, putting everything on display. His hole, his tattoos, his scars, his cock, all of it offered up to the camera. Hux gave in and unzipped his trousers, reaching into his shorts to tug his cock free.
"RedScare34," Kylo called, and Hux's shoulders drew up. It felt as if Kylo somehow knew he’d just pulled his dick out, and was chiding him for it. "I've never used one of these." He had the cock strap in his hands again, and was trailing the buttery leather down the valleys of his abs. "Tell me how to use it."
No begging. No asking. Kylo reversed the power roles in Hux's suggestion so easily, and Hux felt hot all over. He struggled to type with one hand while the other gripped his cock punishingly tight.
RedScare34: Sling it under your balls where they meet your body, and then loop it so the thinner top strap doesn't come into direct contact with your skin. Tighten the buckle about as much as you can stand, and wait.
"Wait for what?" Kylo asked, though he was already sitting up and fiddling with the strap to secure it in place, tight enough to draw his cock and balls up and away from his body.
RedScare34: Wait until you can't any longer.
"Oh, fuck..." Kylo moaned, leaning back across the bed, tucking a few fingers into his mouth and nearly making Hux come into his fist right there. Kylo's other hand with its chipped black nail varnish strayed to his inner thigh and gripped there. It looked like he was restraining himself from stroking his cock, nails biting into his quadricep as he writhed on his bed.
New viewers arrived, and the chat moved so fast Hux could hardly follow, but it didn't matter. His eyes were glued to the screen as he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, simulating the way Kylo's was held by the strap. He swallowed thickly.
"Fuck this is..." Kylo's voice was ragged, and Hux realised he'd done that, influenced him remotely, coaxed the man into becoming this desperate, squirming mess. He dragged his fist up his cock, imagining he was there with Kylo, sitting in a chair across the room from him, watching him, encouraging him, asking him how it felt.
"It's intense," Kylo said, as if answering Hux's thoughts. "I'm so hard and I want to touch myself, but I want to know how long I can hold out," he went on. The chat scrolled like mad, and the credit counter jumped when Kylo's fingers strayed to his tight, pink bollocks, hand shaking. "I haven't jacked off since my last show," he confessed. "Gonna come so much..."
/Please,/ Hux thought.
"I can't, the temptation is too--!" Kylo choked out, large fist finally wrapping around his shaft and pulling his cock, milking a few ecstatic drops from his tip. "So sensitive. Would love to fuck someone with this strap keeping me hard. Bet it would feel so good..." He sucked his fingers again and lifted his balls with the other hand so he could slip his spit-slick fingers down and tease his hole. He stroked himself slowly, and Hux tried to match his pace, torturous as it was.
"I'm still watching the chat, you know," he said. "You have to tell me when."
Hux took a steadying breath. For a mostly anonymous interaction with a sex worker over the internet, this felt incredibly intimate. He'd lost track of the chat. Other users seemed to be encouraging Kylo to remove the strap, but Kylo shook his head, his curls fluttering attractively with the motion.
"I keep my promises," he whispered. Hux knew Kylo was waiting for his command, as stated in the dare, and he warred with competing urges. On the one hand, he could tell Kylo to unbuckle the strap, see how fast the man could come. He really was spectacular mid-orgasm, and Hux craved that view of his face. But part of him wanted to taunt Kylo a little, even if perhaps it wasn't his right. Not really. If this were a private session, and he alone were paying for Kylo's time, then perhaps he could...
RedScare34: Is it too much already?
That was neutral enough, he thought. Kylo huffed a little sound through his nose, thumb rubbing through his slit and spreading the wetness there.
"I know," Kylo answered. "Feel like I'm going to come really fast. This thing just really turns me on."
He stroked his fingertips over the leather, slipped them under the top strap and tugged, changing his position slightly. The strap hugged his cock and balls, pressed into his scrotum as he pulled, and he sucked in a harsh breath and rubbed his knuckles along his shaft. Hux licked his lips. Christ but he wanted to touch Kylo, wanted to fit his mouth into all the creases of his body. Some small part of him told him that would be a bad idea, he didn't know this man at all, but another, more vocal part of him, the part that wanted to come, the part that squeezed lube over his fingers and kept his hand stroking his cock hard and fast wanted it, wanted everything Kylo could give him. He wanted to slick his fingers and open Kylo up slowly-- Kylo always did it so fast when he fucked himself open, eager to push a toy inside. He wanted to make the man drip with lube and precome, wanted to make him insensate and ravenous, wanted to hear his name on those beautiful lips.
RedScare34: now
His typography suffered with how hard his hips were bucking up into the tunnel of his fist. He tightened his grip, imagining the clenching heat of Kylo's ass wrapped tight around him, or even, even Kylo fucking into him with short, rough strokes, making it ache, wearing that strap and making it last. He groaned under his breath and watched Kylo finally unfasten the buckle, sweaty fingers fumbling with the leather until it dropped off the edge of the bed. Kylo paid it no mind. He was too busy slipping a lubed fist around himself, muttering to the camera about how he couldn't believe how sensitive he was, how good it felt, how he couldn't wait to try it again.
"Maybe next time I'll last longer," he said. "I'd like that," he rasped, fingers never slowing in their clip around his cock. His balls visibly hitched, and Hux bit his lip. If he timed this right--
"Oh, /fuck!/" Kylo barked, eyes fluttering shut, head craning back, hips bucking up and pushing his cock into the tunnel of his fist. His mouth fell open and he grunted loudly, come spilling over his fingers in thick spurts. Hux shivered and coiled in on himself.
He bit down on the sounds threatening to rise up out of him. Even though he lived alone, it was a long-held habit, and part of him worried his neighbours would hear him moaning while watching an amateur pornographer come all over his belly on camera. He was about to do the same himself, in front of his computer screen, and he knew without looking at the chat that he was not alone, but he didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to think about any of the other strangers stroking out a quick and dirty one to Kylo's orgasmic arch and groan. He wanted to pretend that this was just for him, that he could have Kylo all to himself. He stroked harder, teeth digging painfully into his lip, and imagined Kylo kissing him roughly, savaging his mouth with teeth and tongue. He imagined Kylo's harsh breath in his ear, instead of in his headphones, his body warm and sweating on Hux's sheets instead of on his screen. He wanted to know what the man smelled like, tasted like, and that thought alone was humiliating and pushed him shaking over the edge. His free hand gripped his computer chair as he pulled the orgasm out of himself, come running down his wrist and knuckles to splatter on his shorts. His breath shuddered and he forced his eyes open, just to watch Kylo running his long fingers lazily through the cooling release on his stomach. Another pulse wracked Hux's body, and another dribble of come fell into his lap.
Finally, he sagged back. His fingers were disgusting, his back itching with sweat, and he desperately needed a shower. He shifted on the towel he'd put down so as not to stain his chair, and watched Kylo swiping haphazardly at himself with a tissue. Other users were signing off one after another with the show more or less over.
Then, Hux noticed something.
Hux was the last one left in the chat. He wiped his hand on his thigh and typed out a quick message, then hesitated to send it. It might be a colossally bad idea. He might sincerely regret it.
"It looks like you're typing a novel, RedScare34," Kylo said lightly, sitting up in bed. So he'd noticed. Now Hux was trapped. He'd have to say something. He took a deep breath, and hit Enter.
RedScare34: What are your rates for private chats?
Something like a smile flickered briefly across Kylo's face, unless Hux was imagining it.
"Four hundred credits," he replied easily.
It was steep, but Hux knew it was less than one might pay for, say, a private session at a BDSM club. He looked around his bedroom, his tasteful modern furniture purchased as a set with little regard for personal touches aside from his books, his computer desk, his leather briefcase and slim tablet on its charger. What the hell else would he spend the money on?
RedScare34: Done. When are you available?
"Tuesday after eight."
Hux liked that Kylo didn't have to think about it; just gave his answer quickly and efficiently. What he'd give for all of his interactions to be that simple. It meant he'd be waiting for their private session for the next four days, but he could deal with that. He was an adult, and knew how to be patient. Perhaps Kylo had planned it that way on purpose. Hux allowed himself a grin at that thought, and wrote back quickly.
RedScare34: Good. Will you send me an invite link?
"No. The site's not very good for that. Just write down my Skype and you can 'tip' me the amount on my page. Upfront."
Hux stalled a moment. Skype? He hadn't counted on giving out personal information. He wasn't even certain he should show Kylo his face.
"Is there a problem?" Kylo asked, and there was a dangerous tone to his voice. Hux refused to be intimidated.
RedScare34: No. Tell me.
"It's Nights with an N, not a K, dot-of-dot-Ren, that's R-E-N, and don't type that in the chat. I don't want everyone having it."
Stupidly, Hux thrilled at the thought of special treatment, although he knew he was paying for the privilege.
RedScare34: Understood. I will see you then, so to speak.
Kylo did smile, then. "Always so formal," he commented. Then, "I'm looking forward to it."
Hux's heart did something funny in his chest and he held his breath, attempting to crush the feeling. Before he had a chance to respond, Kylo bent forward, and the feed went dead.
Hux slumped in his chair, only for a moment. He'd just promised a fair chunk of money to an online sex worker. He'd arranged to video chat with him, even knowing that they lived in the same city, and might one day recognise each other. He had four days in which to stew over this, and suffer.
He marked the time and date on his planner, and set about setting up a new Skype account.