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Life always seemed dull to you. Monotonous, even. Wake up, go to work, come back home, sleep, repeat. It felt as if you were living on autopilot, but even if you were to take control, what good would there be to explore?
It seemed almost too privileged of you to complain. You had a demanding yet well paying job, nice parents, and a cute cat. But even with the constants in your life, you felt like something was missing to make you wake up excited to face a new day.
That was until you stumbled upon a certain streamer while you scrolled mindlessly online.
Watch hot guys live!!!
The ad blew up on your screen, making it difficult for you to click out of it to continue reading an article about self-help as you lay in your bed. Huffing to yourself after accidentally clicking on the ad, you searched to exit out of the new website, but your eyes were soon drawn to the plethora of men on your screen. You grimaced at the lewd videos on your screen. They were in vulgar positions, some with women or men, some by themselves.But a certain pair of dark red eyes grabbed your attention amongst the other videos.
A quick one before bed.
Intrigued by the title, you clicked on the video, surprised to see live comments pop up at the speed of light.
On the screen in front of you sat a white haired, crimson eyed man sat on a plush couch. He was in a lavish room; the camera was only focused on him, but the chandelier just out of view told you all you needed to know about his financial status. His white button up shirt was decorated with a black leather harness strapped against his broad chest. You gulped at the sight in front of you.
“How are you all doing tonight?” A gasp escaped your mouth after hearing his voice. It was deep yet smooth, like velvet cake. Although you wanted to continue reading your article from earlier, you couldn't help but watch and respond to him in your head. I'm doing fine. Still not as good as I wish I was, but at least I'm here.
The man stared intently into the camera, his gaze making you feel like you were the only one looking at him despite the roaring comments on the side.
“Mine was good,” he said, responding to one of the comments about how his day was, “but it could be better.” A smirk formed on the man's lips and his hands moved to his upper thighs. “Don't you all think so?”
Your heart sped up as you heard the implications of what he said. Frozen in place, you continued to watch with bated breath as he slowly unbuckled his black belt.
“I'm feeling very impatient. I'm rather tired right now,” the man carried on with his monologue as he tossed his belt to the side. His hand hovered over the zipper of his tight gray slacks that showed a very obvious bulge. Heat spread through your body while he unzipped his pants and pushed down his black boxers ever so slightly to reveal his hard length.
You looked around your studio apartment, aware of the fact that you clearly were alone (besides your cat resting on the balcony), but still felt shameful of what you were watching--and how you felt. You couldn't help but move your thighs together as the white haired man took his cock in one hand, moving his hands up and down slowly.
“You like to watch me like this, huh, Kittens?” The man’s shameful question filled the air of your small apartment, and you moaned a quiet yes in response. Before you could even think about it, your fingers found their way under your sweatpants and underwear, steadily rubbing your clit.
“You guys are such fucking perverts. You must be touching yourself like I am right now, yeah?” The man managed to interrogate you despite the groans that came from his mouth ever so often. His gaze never broke the camera as his pace on himself quickened. You followed his pace and sped up the ministrations on yourself.
“How wet are you?” He breathily asked, and the comments flooded in to respond saying ‘ very’ and ‘ im abt to come’ . You ignored the comments and continued to look at only him and the way his large hands pumped up and down on his shaft. Due to your poor internet provider, the quality of the live stream wasn't the best, but you could see precum pooling at his tip. Fuck , you moaned, and pressed your fingers harder onto your clit, causing you to cry out.
“Fuck, Kittens…” The man broke contact with the camera, his head falling back to the couch. He stared at the ceiling as his hand pumped himself faster and faster, and soon after the man let out a deep, groveling moan, followed by his hot cum shooting right onto his white button-up. Listening to his moan, you sped up your fingers and came soon after, your high pitched whine bouncing off the four walls of your apartment. You continued to rub yourself as you rode your high, your eyes rolled back to feel the pure ecstasy of your orgasm.
A low laugh startled you from your post-climax euphoria, reminding you of the reason why you came so hard. “Did my Kittens touch themselves well? Tell me how hard you came.” By this point, the man already wiped himself clean off any remnants of himself and stared into the camera with a softer look than before.
“Well, I did say I'd make this one quick. I'll be signing off for tonight.” Before you could process what was going on, the man that just made you come was immediately replaced by a gray screen that said The live has ended.
You were left alone with your own silence. A quiet part of you felt slightly ashamed to be covered in your own wetness and to have your hands messy, but a louder part of you felt amazing . These past few months have been mentally rough for you, and you haven't felt that aroused by anything ever before. This livestream felt like your saving grace.
Eager to find out who this man was, you cleaned yourself up and looked to find out who this man was.
Username: BJ Sylus
Astonished by the events that just happened, you made an account on the website and followed him without hesitation.
After your discovery of BJ Sylus a couple months ago, your daily routine changed. Wake up, go to work, come back home, watch Sylus’ livestream, sleep, repeat. This new routine made you excited for the next day to come. It gave you something to look forward to. Your coworkers noticed the genuine smile you brought to the office now. Your parents even congratulated you for taking the right steps to improve your mental health.
You couldn't take any of the credit, though. It was all thanks to Broadcast Jockey Sylus.
His daily livestreams were the highlight of your day. When they ended, a slight sense of dread always crept up in your mind, but you turned that feeling around to instead be excited for his livestream the next day.
Sylus’ variety in his livestreams were the reason why he was the number one broadcast jockey on the website. His eyes demanded the viewers’ attention, no matter what he did. Sometimes, Sylus would touch himself like the first livestream you watched of his. Mostly, his livestreams are of him and other women in a “scene”. After watching his videos, you were originally quite scared and taken aback by the intensity of BDSM--handcuffs, blindfolding, slapping, and knife and gun play were Sylus’ favorites--but as you watched and watched his livestreams, you grew to become even more aroused by these actions than you ever did before.
Sometimes you couldn’t help but feel jealous of the women Sylus would have in his scene. You watched his nightly livestreams wondering how it would feel if you were the one on all fours in front of him instead of that woman, and that would make your face heat up. You? With Sylus? It could never happen, but it's nice to dream about it.
And dream you did. Your dreams started to manifest into financial “investments” into Sylus. That is, you started sending him donations on his stream. A lot. A lot as in, you unknowingly became his top donator for the past three months. It wasn't like you were going to use that money for something else anyway. Your job and humble living accommodations left you with a good chunk of spending money, and after savings and being a filial child, you were left with a generous sum.
That was how it started out at first. You would send small donations for him to say your name or do a small pose for you. You started becoming greedy, though. A slightly higher donation gave you a personalized message from Sylus. You liked to get these from him every once or twice (or thrice) a week to help you to keep going in life. This ended up not being enough--you wanted more, more from him.
You would send donations to ask him to have his partner in a different position during a scene, or for him to wear a garment of clothing that you bought for him. Although you couldn't be there in person with him, it almost felt like you were laying next to him sometimes, his focus only on you in the sea of a thousand comments.
However, the generous spending money you used to have started to dwindle and dwindle. As you were about to purchase a new pocket knife for Sylus to use in one of his upcoming scenes, you were disappointed to see a red notification popping up stating your purchase has been declined. Frantically looking at your bank account, your mouth dropped at the -$0.97 statement in your checking account. That was quick…How did the thousands of dollars you had disappear?
Just this one time. You'll use some of your savings just this one time. As you requested the transfer of money into your checking account from your savings account, another red notification popped up to state you were restricted from transferring money out of that account. Shit. I forgot I locked the account…
Defeated, you exited out of the shopping app, hurt to think of the idea that Sylus won't be able to use another gift of yours.
The rest of the week went by in silence. You watched his livestreams every night as usual, but this time, you couldn't send donations or gifts. You were but another viewer to Sylus again.
At the end of the week, you received a notification on the website.
BJ Sylus
Hello, Kitten .
You gasped at the sight. This was not the first time Sylus has messaged you on the app. You were always the one to message first, and you gladly paid to do so, but here is this message from him without any monetary gain behind it.
syluskitten69
hi sylus!!
how are you?
Your heart skipped a beat responding to him. What would he say?
BJ Sylus
I'm doing well. Are you?
syluskitten69
yes i am sy thank u for asking
BJ Sylus
I'm serious, though. Are you doing okay?
I didn't see you donate anything this week. Your top donator spot is about to be challenged.
A sigh escaped your lips. Although you felt like you and Sylus had a connection, you knew that connection was artificially forged by the mountains of dollars you've spent on him. It's not much of a surprise for him to make sure his pockets are full, no matter how parasocially close you felt to him.
Embarrassed, you hesitantly typed out your response.
syluskitten69
im really sorry sylus…i don't think ill be able to have the top donator spot anymore
i ran out of money tbh LOL
but i think there's a way for me to take money out of my savings acct it just will take a couple of weeks
BJ Sylus
Goodness fuck. Don't fucking take money out of your savings account for me.
You blushed at his message. Maybe he really does think about you more than just as an ATM machine.
syluskitten69
but i want to :( there's this knife that's hot asf and i want to see u use it in one of ur scenes
BJ Sylus
What's the link? I'll buy it.
syluskitten69
noo i can't make u buy it. i should be the one to
BJ Sylus
Well then you'll have to make it up to me.
syluskitten69
how?
BJ Sylus
I'll use it on you.
Your heart dropped. What did he mean by this? Yes, there were times where you'd pay to have him roleplay with you in his messages, but he is saying all of this on his own accord.
syluskitten69
what do u mean by that?
are we roleplaying right now im sorry im kinda slow haha
BJ Sylus
I'm serious. I'll use it on you.
Message this number so we can plan out the date and time. xxx-xxx-xxxx
Your heart was beating so fast you could hear your pulse in your ears. Nothing was making any sense right now. After watching 137 livestreams of his by now, one thing you knew for sure was that Sylus never did physical things with viewers--he doesn't even do one-on-one video calls. What was going on?
Despite all of the alarm bells ringing in your head (What if his account got hacked? What if this is all a prank?) you immediately messaged the number Sylus left you.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
I'll see you next week. Be camera ready.
What?! Next week? This was no time to prepare. You're meeting the BJ Sylus. He said to be camera ready. You'll need to get a haircut, trim your brows, shave your legs, mentally prepare yourself because you've never had any sexual experience before…
Everything was all coming in place. Whether it was a scam or not, this interaction was the thing to keep you excited for next week. What's going to happen? Is he really going to be intimate with you? There's not been a day that he's missed a livestream. You're definitely going to be on camera.
It will be showtime.
Sylus was livid .
“How the fuck could you let some scrawny guy beat me?” Sylus screamed on the phone, making sure to rile up the receiver of his complaints in fear.
“I'm sorry boss, we increased front-page exposure to 34% in the past 2 weeks--”
“It's not enough. It's not fucking enough.” Sylus paced around his bedroom, rubbing his temples as if that would solve the problem. “What's my viewership like compared to last week?”
“Uh…it's…” One of the men on the other end trailed off, in fear of how Sylus would respond. “It decreased by 8.9%...”
Sylus stopped his pacing, his crimson eyes becoming an even deeper color. The reality of his situation was becoming clearer. He used to be on the top. At his prime. And now some stupid purple head has to come and steal all of his precious viewers, his viewers that would give him money.
“What about donations?”
“Um…we're at negative 23.7%--”
“What the fuck happened that it decreased so much? You guys did intake surveys and comments analysis. I'm doing what they fucking want me to do.” Sylus couldn't hold back his anger anymore. He's done so much for his viewers--he changes his partners every scene so that the viewers can see someone else, he wears the costumes they buy for him, he even started drinking while live after a lot of fans recommended it. Yet, it seems that his fans are still ungrateful.
“Boss, we just want to say that--”
“What the fuck else do you have to say?!” Sylus interrupted the two men on the other line.
“Well, the stark decrease in donations is because your top spender didn't donate anything this week.”
Sylus’ anger faltered. He thought of you, who had no name or face he could assign to you, just a profile picture of a cluster of daisies and the worshipping username of syluskitten69. His anger was replaced with slight worry. You have been his top spender for three months, the longest streak any of his viewers have ever had, but you're just not going to donate? Something had to be wrong.
“I'll call you guys back.” Sylus hung up the phone and messaged you.
BJ Sylus
Hello Kitten .
Before he knew it, the message was sent. Why would he even message you something like this? Sylus made it a strict rule to never reach out to any of his viewers unless a donation has been made. You single handedly decreased his donations by 23.7%, yet here he is reaching out to you first.
He was disheartened to hear that you were falling on hard financial times because of him. You definitely weren't the first and only one that was in that specific situation, but he was unable to resist feeling pity for you. Unlike other viewers who would just send him pictures of their breasts during their paid messaging time, you always surprised him with what to talk about. One day, it could be roleplaying for him to choke you. Another, it could be you ranting about how lonely you feel and how you were happy he gave you a reason to get out of bed everyday. Sylus always liked taking charge of his life in every aspect, and his reasons were impure; but when he was able to leave a chat with you and you said thank you for giving me something to smile about today , he was rather delighted to have made you happy, not through emotional manipulation.
BJ Sylus
I'm serious. I'll use it on you.
Message this number so we can plan out the date and time. xxx-xxx-xxxx
Sylus’ fingers typed as fast as they could, faster than his mind. This was a first. What in the world was he doing?
The date was set. Sylus looked around his room in pride and excitement. What did you look like? Although he was mainly messaging you out of worry and pity, a part of him realized that he could score big on this.
BJ Sylus fucks top spender.
He could envision the title already. What a change of pace! This may be able to grab in enough viewers to offset your decrease in spending, or even more than offset. It may even get him back to the top viewed streamer and kick that other guy off. Yes, he reached out to you for business reasons, not personal ones. Yes. Flipping his phone out, Sylus called his boys again.
“I have a plan.”