Chapter 3
Peter Parker sat in front of his laptop and let out the world’s biggest sigh, only a student could understand. His essay was due tomorrow, midnight to be exact, but he hasn’t even started working on it. He stared at the blank document, opened on his laptop, like it could magically write itself, without needing his assistance. Honestly, how one’s supposed to do any work in his state? He was turned on. Very. But since his roommate was right beside him, he couldn’t do what he usually did in cases like this.
Peter Parker had a secret. A secret that no one in his group of friends, or family knew. Actually the last people, he’d want to know about said secret were his best friends, MJ and Ned, and his aunt, May. University student Peter Parker was secretly a Camboy. A young man, who did livestreams of pleasuring himself with various toys, in various positions for money, to be exact. Naturally, his face was always covered with a mask, he made, and he used a nickname, so hopefully his exposure wouldn’t happen. Moreover, this site was very… special. Boys Only. He did not reveal himself being attracted to men to anyone yet, but he was pretty sure, MJ suspected it. Damn, that girl, she had the eyes for everything. No surprise, she’d gone to Journalism. Ned was… smart, but observing was definitely not his strong point.
Back when they decided, what university they’ll attend, Peter was a bit sad, when both of his friends drifted away to a different field, but he just couldn’t give up. Mechanical engineering was far too amazing to leave it… Luckily, his friends wouldn’t even let him. They are still in touch, meeting every other weekend, except exam periods. Peter and his friends are doing amazing in their own studies, but one thing is missing: money. Having a massive debt to start your career with is definitely not a good idea, so, Peter decided to look for a part-time job. Unfortunately none of the possible opportunities were compatible with his lectures. He did have less free time than his friends, but he really needed to do something.
During his rare alone-time, when he was browsing on the net in his dorm room, an ad popped up next to a video, he was currently busy with. His hand stopped as he started to read the advertisement, and before he knew, he clicked on it, and the rest just happened. He created a profile, read through the terms of applications (who ever does that?) and started his first stream.
He was nervous at first, there weren’t even that much viewers, but after a few minutes and encouraging words, he eased off. After his third video, he had more than hundred usual viewers, after seven video, the number increased tenfold. He was very popular amongst members and visitors as well. During his livestreams, the chatroom was lively, and sometimes he paused his session to read the comments and answer some questions. Never the ones, negotiating his identity though.
After a few times, he recognized his subscribed viewers’ nicknames, feeling fond of the idea, that they liked him enough to watch his every video. It might be strange, but Peter liked it; and the viewers liked his persona, SpideyBoy. Yeah, the nickname may sound stupid, but his mask had this nice web-pattern, and this was the first thing, that came into Peter’s mind, and… he just sticked with it.
Peter always started his streams in time, so today being the first day, his roommate doesn’t leave the room makes him a bit annoyed. That was the reason why he started doing his homework, but not much work had been done.
When said roommate stood up and started dressing up, Peter hopefully looked at him.
“Heading out?” he asked.
“Yea,” The other said. “just got a text from Thompson. There’s a party at their place. You should come too!”
Peter waved his hand and shook his head and looked at his pile of books meaningfully.
“No can do, man. I gotta finish these.”
The other boy just snorted, and wished luck. The moment Peter heard the door close, he jumped up and rushed to his laptop and logged in. Two minutes before time. He felt weirdly relieved as he searched for the lube and toys, he was hoping to use today, put on his mask, and when the time came, he clicked on the small icon, and started his session.
“Hey guys! I almost had to cancel today’s stream! I’m so glad I did not had to.”
The chatroom came to life as his regulars started to greet him. The names appeared one after another and Peter couldn’t stop smiling. These people were so kind…
“No, BiDisaster, nothing serious, just my roommate. He left literally five minutes ago.” The people answered and were begging for show. That’s why they donated money to him.
“Thank you BDSMaster, I appreciate the donation” He really did.
One could say, Peter had issues, and he needed validation from strangers, but Peter thought about it, and no. He just felt excited about the thought, that these nameless, faceless people were watching him, wanting him… The image in his head about these people paying for him to put on a show for them, made the young man hard in his pants. To show his gratitude, he started to stroke the sweater off himself, as seductively as he could.
The show escalated rather fast, as his audience asked for more and more. Most of the time, he was rather focused on his own pleasure, but since the last video, his mind wandered off, his eyes searching for a certain name. He did not have to look for long, He was right there, the first one to connect, once the livestream started.
“Thank You, IronDaddy. I do like red.” he said as he stroked his leaking cock through the red silk panties, he wore today. “Requests are always welcome, so if you have a taste for lace instead…” He broke off when he saw the man’s donation. Last time, IronDaddy donated, he sent more than the rest of his viewers together on that video. It seems like he wins the round this time as well. “Woah, Daddy, you’re really something! So generous of you. I’ll gladly buy some lace panties to show off for next time as a Thank You gift.”
A few seconds after he said that, a small icon popped up in the corner of his profile. He got a personal message. He was curious, but he didn’t pause his hands’ movement. He continued with the show, his audience was demanding, the message could wait after that.
Today, they all agreed on not using toys, instead, Peter would play with himself through the soft fabric of his panties, teasing his nipples, his wanting hole and his steadily leaking cock. The red silk was absolutely ruined for now, soaked through to the point of being sticky on both sides. Peter loved the feeling of an upcoming orgasm, and this time was no different. He made sure to look at the camera while his breathing became faster, his movements became erratic and his toes curled as the pleasure was building inside him, ready to overflow at any minute.
When he came, he gasped, and stroked himself through it. Normally, he signed off right after, but now he allowed time for himself to come down, smiling at the camera, taking the compliments and the donations. The chatroom was lively as ever.
“Aw, slut4U, thank you for calling me gorgeous. Well, I hope you enjoyed yourselves, guys. Thank you for coming here, ‘till next time!”
He blew a kiss to the camera and ended the livestream. Today was a really profitable… well, mostly thanks to IronDaddy. Peter didn’t know why but this amount of money intimidated him a bit. Of course, it can be, that this man was just being generous, but… where the hell did he get this money? Is he a mob or something? Peter really hoped the opposite.
Checking his profile, he remembered the message, he received during the stream. He clicked on the icon, and checked who was it from. He swallowed when he saw IronDaddy’s name.
How about some private photos of you in some lace wonders as a Thank You gift?
Peter read the message over and over again, catching himself not being able to deny, he got more and more turned on over the idea. He bit his lips and typed his answer.
I’m up for it… Daddy. ;)