- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Slice-of-Life, Gothic, Horror, Fantasy
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ELLIOT
Doing cam work isn't Elliot slutting for money, it's a way to flex his acting skills. Gods know that it's nearly impossible to get actual acting roles, so why not try an easier alternative? Not to say that cam work is easy; it's quite taxing on his body for obvious reasons, but he's skilled enough at it that he's got his dumbass followers eating out of his hands, each collectively paying for his shitty apartment in Elkwood and paying off his student loans from shitty Elkwood University (which, at least, is not as shitty as Turner City in general).
Shifting his body isn't always comfortable — it feels claustrophobic, like stretching a latex condom over his entire body, like he's wearing someone else's skin. Shifting into Himeros is like second nature, though. He's used to the decrease in his height, the slightly smaller build, and the shaggy dark hair tickling his neck and shoulders. It's not so different from his actual body that it feels unnatural to move in, and after the two years or so he's been doing this, he could probably live in it without tiring.
He's amassed a decent following after all this time of doing cam work; he's only just started streaming and there's already a few hundred viewers. He shifts on the edge of his bed (a silky black one he uses in a spare bedroom he uses for filming) and smiles, slipping into the innocent facade he's mastered. "Hi~! It's nice to see you again," he starts, watching the chat begin to flood with greetings and immediate commands. For today, he's worn one of his fans' favorite all-black ensembles: a loose jacket to make him look smaller, a waist trainer to emphasize his already hourglass-like waist, knee-high stockings, and silk panties that leave little to the imagination.
"I've been feeling horny again, so I thought we could have some fun tonight," he says, glancing away as though bashful. He hasn't been; he'd had to spend several minutes jerking his dick to get hard. Biting his lip, he takes off his underwear teasingly slow, letting his cock spring out. It's smaller than his actual dick is; he'd been trying to go for the cute factor with Himeros, and horny tops seem to love a small dick on a bottom.
He brings his feet up on the bed, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his knees to let the camera see his entrance. He teases his rim with a finger, making his breath catch in his throat. "There's an ache in my ass I thought you could help me with," he whines, pulling on his skin to make his hole wink. He reaches for the lube, warming it between his fingers before slipping a digit inside himself. The familiar feeling draws a gasp from him as he tosses his head back, pumping his finger in and out.
He works himself open with an impatience that he hopes looks like eagerness, though the prods he gets to his prostate draw some more genuine noises out of him. He grabs the flared black buttplug resting nearby on the bed, bringing it to his mouth and making a show of licking all across it. "This toy vibrates from donations — each $5 dollars makes it vibrate, and the level increases for each $50." He sucks the toy until he's worked himself open enough to fit it inside him, breath quickening in anticipation.
Shifting his body isn't always comfortable — it feels claustrophobic, like stretching a latex condom over his entire body, like he's wearing someone else's skin. Shifting into Himeros is like second nature, though. He's used to the decrease in his height, the slightly smaller build, and the shaggy dark hair tickling his neck and shoulders. It's not so different from his actual body that it feels unnatural to move in, and after the two years or so he's been doing this, he could probably live in it without tiring.
He's amassed a decent following after all this time of doing cam work; he's only just started streaming and there's already a few hundred viewers. He shifts on the edge of his bed (a silky black one he uses in a spare bedroom he uses for filming) and smiles, slipping into the innocent facade he's mastered. "Hi~! It's nice to see you again," he starts, watching the chat begin to flood with greetings and immediate commands. For today, he's worn one of his fans' favorite all-black ensembles: a loose jacket to make him look smaller, a waist trainer to emphasize his already hourglass-like waist, knee-high stockings, and silk panties that leave little to the imagination.
"I've been feeling horny again, so I thought we could have some fun tonight," he says, glancing away as though bashful. He hasn't been; he'd had to spend several minutes jerking his dick to get hard. Biting his lip, he takes off his underwear teasingly slow, letting his cock spring out. It's smaller than his actual dick is; he'd been trying to go for the cute factor with Himeros, and horny tops seem to love a small dick on a bottom.
He brings his feet up on the bed, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his knees to let the camera see his entrance. He teases his rim with a finger, making his breath catch in his throat. "There's an ache in my ass I thought you could help me with," he whines, pulling on his skin to make his hole wink. He reaches for the lube, warming it between his fingers before slipping a digit inside himself. The familiar feeling draws a gasp from him as he tosses his head back, pumping his finger in and out.
He works himself open with an impatience that he hopes looks like eagerness, though the prods he gets to his prostate draw some more genuine noises out of him. He grabs the flared black buttplug resting nearby on the bed, bringing it to his mouth and making a show of licking all across it. "This toy vibrates from donations — each $5 dollars makes it vibrate, and the level increases for each $50." He sucks the toy until he's worked himself open enough to fit it inside him, breath quickening in anticipation.
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