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There was a moment where Ryan felt pure joy as he walked into the gaming store, later replaced by a swirling tsunami in his stomach.

"Can't sell it to you kid," the clerk chirped, "come back when you got the cash okay?" He wasn't rude or anything but brushing Ryan off like he was five years old hurt. He swear he had the money, he even checked this morning but alas he miscounted. 

He was short twenty dollars. 

There was no sale or game to be had today. It wasn't long before he ran home, frustrated he would be left out to game on the weekend with his friends and their brand new games.

Ryan's locked himself in his room, depressingly laying on his bed face down and venting to his high school friend Theo through the phone. 

"It just sucks..." Ryan exclaims for the fifth time this conversation, sighing heavily. Sure he had last years edition to occupy himself till he got the cash but playing alone? Where was the fun in that?

Even Theo, his best friend knew how frustrated Ryan was becoming, chiming back through the phone. 

"Why not join CBG?" Theo's voice sounds through the speaker, background noises of his expensive surround sound system booming in Ryan's jealous ears.  

"What's that?" Ryan mumbles asking as he rolls over in the bed, unable to keep still on one spot.

Twenty dollars wasn't much to anyone but Ryan. However the teen really wasn't up for a job or doing any chores to make up the cost. He really thought he had enough to purchase the game but he unluckily wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Ryan was near flunking math but his school and gaming life were leagues apart. 

All he had to do in games was hold a knife and press X to swing. Could he even say the same for school?

"Do you live under a rock or something?" Theo huffs hastily as the match ends the new flashy victory sound grating to Ryan's ears. He wanted to desperately play but even if Theo had invited him over he would be only watching the game, not enjoying it.

"CBG!!! Comfy Boy Gamers dude. Like check the app store. It's like an app for boys where they, umm, get money for being filmed while playing."

There was an edge to his wording but Ryan was down in the dumps to even bother wondering why Theo had worded it that way. He slams his head into the soft pillow, annoyed and frustrated that Theo was having the time of his life.

"Yeah I can find it while you go another round. Don't let me keep you." Ryan mutters disconnecting the call. He doesn't know why Theo was suggesting such an app when they already had WhatsApp and snapchat to talk and play with their groups but one extra would not hurt. His phone certainly wasn't dying for space. 

Quickly his fingers glide on the screen, typing the first word into the store. It immediately auto fills in, the app right at the top of the search bar. 

Comfy Boy Gamers™
900k+ downloads
4.8/5 stars

Are you interested in being one of our comfy boy gamers or enjoy a good show? 
Ages 15 and up, any ethnicity.
Download our app for exclusive views in and out of the bedroom, nothing too private to show. 
Earn cash and prizes, including games of a different calibre.

Prompts posted daily for the gamers out there that want to keep a streak.

Just by the description alone Ryan was tempted in joining as a comfy boy gamer. He could see as an announcement that they had added his game series as a new prize, it immediately taunting Ryan to win. 

He doesn't know what it meant by the age rating but Ryan assumes it was for legal jargon, just covering their tracks, especially with the log in page. 

The app was a short download, it only requiring four things from Ryan on boot up.

Name-
Nickname/Gamer tag-
Address-
Photo-

All were easily filled, picking his favourite gamer name that he loved dominating the leader boards with. He wasn't sure if he would have fans already, or if it was a social site like that but with his gamer tag appropriately named 'Rush-In' he was bound to score a few votes for these contests the app mentioned it was hosting. 

And if it meant that Ryan could earn the game by morning, then he would gladly sell his information without a second to spare.

He picks a photo from his gallery, a pair of draw on devil horns plastered on his selfie where he had his mouth parted open, lips glistening in the flash. His brown hair was pulled downwards over his forehead, really giving him a look of a sinner. 

Ryan had other choices for photos, like a forced school photo of him dressed up in a vest and tie, curtesy of his uptight parents. But there was just something about the quickly drawn on horns for snapchat that spoke to him.

The teen couldn't go wrong with a little thirst. Going over the details, he finds no faults in his data. It was a little weird having the app ask his address but once again he skimmed that fact over, thinking it was just for mailing his rewards.

But little did Ryan know that he was giving his information for another purpose. A contract, a whole clause for a year of servitude. It was in the fine print, Ryan clearly missing it. 

How utterly sad and his doom. But he does not realise the gravity of his servitude. With ease and a joyful chime blasting out his speaker his application is processed, giving him an account ID and two messages in his inbox.

He greedily presses in the top left, hoping he was rewarded already without lifting a finger.

Welcome Rush-In, ID: 22890911U

Congratulations on downloading our app. As a complementary gift we offer a free token to cancel a client/Comfy Boy Gamer™ request at your discretion. 

Additional tokens offered at a flat price of $80.00

Thank you for downloading. Happy gaming!

Ryan's eyes narrow at the absurd text on his screen. 

Tokens? Gifts? Even, clients?

What did this even mean? He barely was online for three seconds and was offered a deal with a fat whopping charge. And at eighty dollars!? That was the price of the game he wanted to buy earlier today. No way was he giving the app his hard earned money. 

He checks the second message in his inbox, it far better than the first. 

Daddy Marzi sent a kiss on your profile.

Hey Comfy Boy Gamer Rush-In. Looks like someone is interested in you. How exciting!
Open up your request inbox now and see what they have requested in your performance.

Happy gaming!

Interested in him? Already? There's a cute youthful and innocent smile on his lips as he presses the link to be directed to the request inbox, already seeing that this message was bigger than both emails combined. 

His heart is a flutter then sinks at the disgusting words scribed. 

Hey baby boy, how about you show Daddy your sweet little thing between your legs. Come on, don't be shy, I know you want to flaunt it, it's why you joined the website ;) 

I know all the guys here like you and trust me, I'm kinder than the ones who will request you later.

So how about you put on your front camera and jerk it for me for two minutes. You can manage that right? 

Don't worry, it'll be just you and me <3

-Daddy Marzi

Everything plummets. Sinks to the bottom of the ocean as if his heart was an anchor.

No. Just no way in hell.

Ryan was not going to whack his dick live on camera. This wasn't the sort of app he signed on for. His finger quickly closes down the interface, holding down the icon till a bright red X appeared in the corner.

Do you wish to delete?
>YES/NO??

Ryan rushes to push yes but nothing happens. The screen remains the same. Stupid thing must be lagging, he thinks and tries again, but this time his phone buzzes and vibrates in his hands as if he had done something wrong. Something nasty shivered down Ryan's spine.

An error message pops up as he tries to delete the app, tethering the sinful app to his phone.

Unable to perform designated function.
Servitude service left: 365 day(s)

Fear freezes over his body, hands trembling. What did it mean servitude? Was he a slave? Of the sexual kind? Shock waves over him, hand tremble blurring the writing on the screen beyond recognition. Ryan gulps and haphazardly drops his phone, it slithering and disappearing between the dark crack of his bed between the wall and sheets.

This was not good. He had to get out of this contract any means how. Yet Ryan wasn't a smart cookie. He could only think of one answer. He could tell his parents he lost it and needs another one for school. Yeah... Ryan could do that and get his allowance cut but the creators of the app recognised sneaky boys trying to push away their self created problems and hide it to fester.

Hiding from this was not feasible.

An alarm buzzes from nothing, maddening Ryan. Sounding from the crack of the bed where the phone was. It's so loud that he's scared his parents could hear it from downstairs. Reluctantly Ryan reaches in and grabs his phone back, the siren tapering off a second after upon human contact. He furrows his brows, judgingly. 

It seemed the app had access to his camera. Another feature Ryan had forgotten to read. He had little to no choice in that matter. Instead of throwing the phone in a bucket of water he hunkers down and steels himself to the app comfy boy gamers.

The home screen flashed at him, opening up with a loading screen minty game controller as the loading bar. It looked pretty.

Sighing deeply with all the air in his scared lungs Ryan re-reads the request again with a better mindset, finding the thing listen well within his reach. It wouldn't be too hard to perform. But boy was it weird. He had never done this.

All Ryan had to do was just take a two minute video of himself jerking off. With an unknown guy watching the live feed, chat box open.

That was easy right? 

Right?

Ryan's heart thumps in his chest, breath shallow. He was panicking, ready to rip his hair out. Unsure of even himself. The teen had masturbated alone plenty of times before in his bedroom at all hours of the night but in front of his phone and with an audience, especially of a man he didn't know besides his screen name — seemed like a near impossible task.

A little token icon flips in the corner, a little one beside it. Ryan knows he should use the token and forget about it and rest easy for the night but the price these things, a whopping eighty dollars worth made him stop and think for a second. If requests and prompts were going to be like this on a daily basis then Ryan needed to do some critical thinking.

That lifeline... he couldn't just throw it away after getting it this very day. He had to save it, for one of the supposed requests he never wanted to do. But what those tasks were that would recoil Ryan into himself? He didn't even know. 

At most he was just a horny teen, happy with just his phone and regifs and nothing else. He had his kinks and wants but those were mere fantasies, wet dreams, whatever you called it — So far removed from his bedroom play. 

A hard kink limit was what he had to use the token on Ryan decided, gulping again and wiping the sweat from his brow. He was nervous and quivering as he typed in his confirmation to Daddy Marzi.

>I can do that for you but when?

His phone buzzes as soon as he presses enter. 

>Preferably now. I love seeing boys orgasm before they pass out ;)

Okay, okay, Ryan could do this. He takes in a deep breath to get himself psyched up, cleaning up his room a little. It was his room he was filming himself in, the least he could do to make himself comfortable was to kick old clothes off the bed and smooth down the sheets, even turning on a little lamp in the corner to make sure he wasn't blasted in darkness. Now that would be terrible if Daddy couldn't see anything. 

He re-reads the message again to be sure. No where did it say anything about what he had to wear so Ryan decided to keep his shirt on. The guy just wanted a livestream of him jerking it for two minutes, he didn't want to see the boy naked. He could be as prudish as he wanted, even tugging it between the flap of his jeans but that felt too uncomfortable and weird for Ryan.

He sits on the bed, pulling the band of his tight jeans down. Then comes his grey boxers, leaving nothing to the imagination. His cock laid there flaccid between his legs, the small nub already shy. 

Quickly he fluffs it up with a slow tenderising caress of his flat palm, applying pressure to stir the thing alive. It grows from the small three inches into seven, hoping it was big enough for Daddy Marzi to enjoy. 

There's an embarrassing flush to his cheeks as Ryan gets in position in the bed, propping up his phone against his gaming chair to keep himself in full view. 

Slowly his trembling finger reaches out to press the big red record button in the center, gulping as the live timer starts counting up. 

"Hey umm, like what you see?" Ryan mumbles into the microphone. He lightly palms his package showing off the erect size. He hopes it would satisfy the admirer, already nervous and scared if he had messed up already.

A message pops in; Less talking, more pumping.

Ryan doesn't know what to think about that, but at least the man was direct. Pumping... yeah Ryan can do that. His heart is full of adrenaline, binding him up with his nerves. But the timer was still counting down and failure was looming on the horizon. 

He doesn't want to know what would happen if he didn't satisfy a client. Ryan tilts his head down, parting his lips. He had to get a move on. 

With one hand he grips his cock and begins jerking himself off. He goes the whole way up and down, making sure he didn't look too weird in the lens with the way his gulped in air. Sweat was beginning to form on his forehead and chest. Ryan grunts. Another message pops up at the minute mark. 

>That's it baby. Keep stroking your cock, keep that pace!

Sounds like Daddy Marzi was liking it. Ryan shudders a moan. It eased some of his anxiety, leaning more into pleasuring himself. His other hand goes up under the shirt to his perky nubby nipples, throwing the cloth under his chin. His nipples were sensitive to the heated air, turning erect just like his cock. Small little soft things, perfect to clamp later.

Just one of his many kinks.

Ryan cranes his head into his neck, lips parted wide and panting. A string of saliva drizzles from his tongue, dribbling down his chin. The liquid glistened in the dim light to the camera for Daddy to see. 

His thumb and index finger pinch one of his nipples twisting it — pulling it. Ryan gasped and relished the feelings he felt all over, moaning and losing his voice with himself. He was lost in his own bliss and the camera was relaying it live.

Cheeks flush in tint. Ryan was alluring. His back arches a little, it felt better for his cock. The shaft is pushed forward to the camera, his balls bouncing and jiggling underneath to the tugs.

Stroking his cock up and down, it never once stopped. He was close. So damn close. There was ten seconds left on the clock. Ryan clutches his eyes tight and goes into overtime.

The pace becomes a blur to the camera, microphone picking up every sound. His hand squelches, going way over the head and rubbing the glans. He loved it. And the view reflected in the camera captured his sexy essence too. 

With two seconds left on the clock Ryan bucks his hips in the air and spills his seed all over his hand, smearing his well worked up juices everywhere on his thighs. But he doesn't go to grab a tissue just yet, Ryan huffs and puffs, trying to bring his heart back to earth and smiles to the camera with drops of sweat trickling down his rosey red cheeks.

He realises his head was way up in the clouds of euphoria and had barely even given the client a smile. Post nut clarity really was a positive this time around. Another message dings in, one that warms Ryan's little heart.

>Wow!!! So fucking hot! Even went overtime kid. Guess I got to tip you for that. How about you give me a kiss for the camera before you go <3

No complaints were had to that. Being in a good mood, Ryan does one better. He takes the hand he used to jerk himself off and presses it up to his lips, blowing out a long seductive kiss with his pulsing cock still visible in frame. He tasted sweet, licking his lips a little for extra. Ryan lingers a little in that post before leaning over to finally turn off the live cam.

The screen turns black with the record button front and center, and a new message window pops up. 

Daddy Marzi deposited $7 CBG digi-dollars.

Ryan swipes it away and leans back on the bed. He was spent. He could barely move as he used all his energy to make his chest rise and fall, trying to cool himself down for so many reasons. 

His day was all out of control. First not having enough for a game, to downloading this site and becoming bound to a weird electronic contract and then this... jerking off and feeling so good about it. 

He never suspected he would be into it. There was a split second in those ticking two minutes where Ryan wanted more to see him. Where he wanted riskier tasks to do. Wanted to he thrown down and someone edge him while his nipples were clamped and the little nubs turned blue. To some it would be torture, but to Ryan it was his kinky fantasy. But reality was here, not cloud nine.

Palming his phone in a dry hand, he checks his inbox. It still only had that request and nothing more. 

Just Daddy Marzi.

His first.

Even with one person requesting him, Ryan felt eerily happy. Like he had transcended away and begun a new life. A huge smile slides onto his face as he starts cleaning himself up with tissues, throwing them in the bin besides his bed. He had made such a sticky mess, his thighs were superglued together in his spunk. But Ryan didn't care, mind elsewhere, yearning.... 

He just couldn't wait for the next request to chime in, anticipation completely overrunning his nervousness, all to continue his streak.