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[DirtyDeku]

This wasn't really how he planned for things to go.

It wasn't that he had many expectations, or that he didn't know sex work was an option. He just hadn't planned to get this far in life. His mother considered it a sign, the fact that he lived through his first attempt, but he's always considered it a mistake on his part. She wasn't a bad person though, far from it. She just never really understood Junpei's anguish the same way she understood his positive feelings. I love movies was so much easier to relate to, I wish euthanizing humans was legal not so much. So he suppressed it, found something to bring in an income, dropped out of school, moved into a shitty apartment to hide his shame. Maybe if he were older she'd understand but... what a mother doesn't know can't hurt her, right?

It's not like he forbade her from visiting. He just happened to stream while she was at work, and went to bed before she clocked out. He hadn't yet been caught in the middle of the act, and perhaps he was a bit cocky because of that, but remembering things about his mother would be considered endearing any other time. He assumed not letting her see him doing such horrible things for an audience of sickos was also endearing in its own way.

His first few streams hadn't been particularly interesting, just the usual type of stuff. Pretending to be a girl, playing with his tits, parading around in his underwear until a certain amount of money had been donated, teasing by almost showing his pussy-- those sorts of things. Boring, not as flattering as he assumed it would be, didn't bring anything worth watching to the platform. His love for cinema simply wouldn't allow him to continue being so boring like every other girl on the website, not to mention the deep dive into kink forums and chatrooms he'd spent hours reading into and relating to. In the end, it made far too much sense in his mind that the people with obscure or shunned fetishes would pay a lot more for a specific type of material.

So, he'd overturned his entire presence on the site and started over. Catering to those who wanted to see him in pain, in humiliating scenarios, wearing specific clothing, wetting himself-- frequently holding polls for what his next stream would include. Sometimes he didn't even have to put out in any significant way, just sitting around and talking about how unhappy he was with his life or how his ex-boyfriend used to put cigarettes out on him, binging as much food as he could before setting his laptop up on the sink so his audience could watch him purge into the toilet, watch him edit photos of himself to put on social media... it was easy to keep a certain type of viewer hooked as long as he was doing something catering to their interests.

Eventually he was getting asked to make ASMR, which he'd had to Google on stream, and he'd shrugged and decided-- why not? An inbox for requests was created and he made at least one pre-recorded video a week, the quality increasing once he'd also opened up a PO box for the hell of it. He hasn't received anything too heinous so far, and he wasn't sure he'd even recognize if he did nowadays anyways. What was repulsive a year ago was a normal thing now. Lingerie, food from different countries, toys to torture himself with, novelty knives to self harm with, letters telling him how attractive he was, letters telling him how disgusting he was, death threats, requests that he redirected to the inbox.

Mostly nice, but he didn't mind the mean things much. He advertised himself as somebody who would do just about anything, hinted at his less than legal age every now and then, got paid to cut deeper next time. He didn't think anybody could be more mean to him than he was to himself. His opinion would always be worse. The only times he was ever moved to genuine tears were times where he was letting his own thoughts overwhelm him, and despite the vulnerability, he did acknowledge the uptick in chat activity and donations during those times.

Fair enough, he'd think, but you can't take your dick out of your hand for one second?

Oh, well.

He sat in his bedroom, mostly furnished by his viewers, watching a poll timer tick closer and closer to its end with his cheek cushioned in his palm. His eyes bounced back and forth between the chat and the poll, rubbing his calves together and yawning. As if that would prepare him at all for when he turned the camera on and humiliated himself for the next couple of hours.

Cut Deeper, Whore!

Stuff Your Face, Pig!

Hold Your Piss, Mutt!

No Lube For Losers!

[cynnabnnuy]

If someone had told him at the ripe old age of 8 that someday he'd be watching something like the content Junpei made, he would've been horrified. If he had been told he'd also be watching it with his soon-to-be-dead girlfriend, he'd probably run crying. But, there he was, 8-ish years later, in Africa, hoping that his stream would start soon so he could watch the whole thing with Rika practically panting against his neck and ear.

She had hated it at first, of course, but that quickly changed when she'd seen him crying after an especially intense purging session. Yuta liked seeing him all puffy-eyed and trembling, but he was torn on his favored stream contents. Seeing the red of the other boy's blood bubbling up over milky skin as he used various blades to split it open was incredible. As was seeing him struggling to take a particularly sizable toy without lube or prep. There was also something incredible about seeing the way relief and shame flashed over his face when he held in fluids far longer than he should've been able to, only for everything to come out and leave him even more of a mess. Junpei was cute with whatever he did, though, and it made him want more.

So, he'd become a bit obsessed, scrapping together what money he had to talk with the other when he could or to send him things he wanted to see the other in. It wasn't often he could do the latter, although, mostly due to his location. He'd had the best nut of his life seeing a commissioned video of the other cumming after slitting his wrists in deep red lingerie he picked out for him. He even had lingering interests in him. Not entirely sexual interests, as well. His fingers would twitch when he saw the other, wanting to wrap around his throat and bruise it with his grip as a punishment for letting others see him, wanting to watch the life drain from those pretty green eyes as he made sure he fucked him hard enough his cunt was raw and bloody by the end. Alternatively, his heart raced when the other talked about his ex, wanting to smooth out the scars and tell him how perfect he was while replacing the marks with his own... He needed to make Junpei his, and he'd use any means necessary to do so. He just hoped that wouldn't be a problem.

But! His precious boy was streaming now! It felt like too long of a wait, but with the poll going, he could understand. Regardless, he perked up the moment he saw the porcelain man on his screen, groaning softly as he felt the rumble of Rika's approval against his back. He was seated against her, head resting on her chest as he held the screen where they could both see. It'd become a routine, and he knew she got antsy with a confusing sort of excitement the closer they got to the streams. Regardless, he knew she took some sort of enjoyment from it as well, so it was well worth the money and time. He melted as he saw him, even if the quality of the stream took a moment to correct itself from 480p.

y.okkotsu371: good to see you're not dead yet~ ♡ get any new mail lately?
Whaaaa? No way is he waiting on the arrival of a gift to reveal his big plans! Totally not!

[DirtyDeku]

Huh, a binge stream again? At least they were pretty easy to pull off, besides the... well, climax. Lighting the bathroom was a pain in the ass, mostly. Lots of stuff balancing on other stuff, making sure his bathroom wasn't too dirty, making sure the bidet wouldn't spray him directly in the face on accident-- he should probably invest in a permanent setup. But then he'd feel like he was on live TV pissing for an audience... Oh, wait. He does that anyways. Damn. Hard world out here for people who are poor and lazy. He knew how to get what he wanted though, so it would just take a little bit of finessing, or somebody watching his stream getting pissed off at not being able to see him vomit as well as they'd like.

He goes about setting up the stream, bringing a large box full of the various snacks and drinks people sent him from around the world into his bedroom. Then, he makes sure the lights and bathroom were ready for him when he got to that point. Looked good, despite the less than pretty things he did in there. Sometimes it nauseated him to even go to the bathroom, and he had to cling to the little trash can he kept in there to keep from spilling his guts onto the floor between his feet. Somebody would pay a lot of money for that but he hasn't stooped quite that low. Really, he just... didn't want to do it. There were very few things he wouldn't do, but having warm vomit land on his feet would probably send him into a full blown episode. Take that, people who swear Autistic people are all super-geniuses who cure cancer or some shit. He can remember entire movie scripts but God forbid he know how long a kilometer is.

Once all of that is taken care of, he returns and strips down into a baby blue lingerie set, adorned by lace flowers that a viewer had sent him. TheHonoredOne, he thinks. The guy was wealthy, from a family that was apparently a big deal, some sort of teacher during the day and a depraved pervert by night. Junpei swears he's been in chat during a midday stream too, though. He was kind of annoying for bickering with the other perverts in chat, but he knew the rules Junpei set and followed them well. Mostly, keeping his age ambiguous to avoid getting banned and whatever else might follow.

He ends the poll and turns his webcam on, giving a slight wave as he leaned down and picked something up from the box on the floor. Something American, he thinks. He holds it up so it was visible to the viewers, head cocked slightly. "I've seen this in movies, and I think it's supposed to go in milk...? Is that part required?"

TheHonoredOne: whoever dressed you has good taste lolll

Junpei rolls his eyes.

TheHonoredOne: also yea it goes in milk but it's not a sin to eat it dry or anything

"Good. I can't be assed to bring milk in here," He huffs, setting the box in his lap so he could go about opening the top and the bag inside. He scoops up a handful, shows it to the camera, leans his head back and pours it all into his mouth. Upon chewing he scrunches his nose, turning the box to look at the nutrition. "This is barely even food..."

Despite his displeasure, he still continues to eat a couple more handfuls as he looks at the chat. Lots of time to talk when he was stuffing his face, not nearly as much crying and being worried about passing out due to blood loss or pain. Plus, getting information about what he was eating was helpful but not necessarily needed. It wasn't like he was going to be digesting any of it to begin with. "Oh, yeah, I got a package the other day. Told me to save wearing it for now-- was that your's? The garters are super pretty."

Snakefangs: for a private stream? kinda jelly, ngl

Snakefangs: are you gonna post pics afterwards at least?

"Mmm, probably, unless 'Kotsu asks me not to," He shrugs his shoulders, shoveling more brightly colored cereal into his mouth. "The set looked expensive, so I'unno if it's for everyone's eyes, that sorta thing."

MeiMei: You look so sweet, darling. I wasn't aware the so-called honored one had such good taste.

Junpei blushes. He was most certainly into men by a long shot, but admittedly women were always the ones to make him feel good about himself. Though, sometimes he felt kind of guilty for being a guy since the majority of women who watched his streams were lesbians.

TheHonoredOne: don't hate cuz you're an old hag lmaoooo

"What you two have against eachother is pretty funny, but keep it in DMs or something," He rolls his eyes, sucking sugary residue off of his fingers.

[cynnabnnuy]

The pale blue was awe-inspiring, absolutely captivating against pallid, scarred flesh. He liked seeing Junpei in various colors, even if he knew the man who sent them was his teacher. His teacher who had him In Africa... Rude. But, Yuta adored any moment he got to watch his love, especially if he could see him look so enticing. Junpei was adorable in anything he wore, honestly. Hell, he even made vomiting look appealing, something Yuta wasn't into before he saw his second purging stream. Although- it took a second stream because even with how good Junpei made it look, there was just something a little too disgusting about undigested, mostly chewed corn and peas that got to him.

Nevertheless, he perked up against his cursed wife at the affirmation their package had arrived, beaming in excitement as he squirmed a bit, only faltering at the thought of others seeing His Junpei in the set. Absolutely not. He typed out a quick private chat, paying the fee before he sent it.
y.okkotsu371: it's got a purpose, i'll make sure to dm you about it soon, payment included, of course. i know your time has a well-deserved price.

He needed to prepare for that conversation, and he didn't want the others seeing the set before he could get his hands on it. Or the man who'd fill it. That was for later, though, he was here to watch the second love of his life consume too much food that barely qualified as such before returning it. He wondered if he ever considered selling it... Probably. But, there were other things Yuta would rather buy from him. Like his blood, or the underwear he'd worn on the first stream he'd watched. Sentimental things, or things that appealed to his more prevalent interests.

Rolling his eyes at the bickering in the comments, though, he huffed softly, hooking one of Rika's arms around him as he leaned his head back against her... chest? Probably. His lips parted with a soft exhale at the sight of the other removing the sticky remnants from his fingers, pupils blown out as he bit down on his lip in return.
y.okkotsu371: they're just mad they'll never be as alluring as you, junpei
y.okkotsu371: oh fuck-
y.okkotsu371 Sent ¥1500 for 'do it again'
y.okkotsu371: you always look so good with something in your mouth...

His breathing was already stuttering, something he wasn't entirely sure if he should be ashamed of it or not, but Junpei did something to him. He was so pretty, so delicious, so tempting... Regardless, he needed to keep the time in mind, not wanting to wait too long to be able to cum to the other's face or not wait long enough and missing potentially better views. At least he could look back on streams for the best bits later, but it was always better getting to see it in real time...

[DirtyDeku]

Oop, private stream it was then. Maybe Inumaki would bite Yuta for that when he got back from fucking around in Africa? Not that Junpei was aware that they all more or less knew eachother. Sorcerers are... interesting people. They kind of have to be, really. Having a vice or some other thing to keep one's mind off of their line of work was necessary, though as a viewer I have but one question: why? Why was the KFC public breakup-slash-meltdown necessary? Being in love is one hell of a drug but God, the embarrassment... Mostly the embarrassment but also, like, complete anguish at losing the one person in the world that made you seem 'regular' for the first time? Fuck, dude.

He uses his clean hand to open the private DM and reads it, then gives a very slight nod as he committed it to memory. He closes it and looks back at chat, laughing a little bit at Yuta's request. He does as he asks, though, sticking his fingers into his mouth again and sucking on them. He even opens his mouth and pets his tongue with his fingers, as if begging for his mouth to be filled with something better. Sugary cereal that barely qualified as food was probably less nutritious than sucking down a couple loads of--

He tries not to think about that part of his life. Sure, he was basically doing the virtual equivalent of sexual favors, but he did ultimately have a choice even if he felt obligated to do something purely by guilt. The times he'd been forced to perform intimate acts by Ito hadn't granted him that luxury, and were probably to blame for the majority of his current kinks. A sense of control being back in his hands, being able to manipulate the situation. Doing it willingly rather than having no choice. Most of his audience accepting that he was not a woman, despite very much looking like one, and being able to choose to pretend to be one when asked to do so.

"Mlehhh... Was that good enough?" He shovels more of the cereal into his mouth, rubbing his feet together under his desk.

[cynnabnnuy]

Heh... yeah, private stream, definitely. No other ulterior motives at all, no way.
Sighing pleasantly when the other nodded, he melted further against his curse, relaxing as the boy on his screen moved about licking his digits. He was so cute- always making such mundane things into the show of a lifetime, and it made Yuta curl in on himself. His free hand was rested on his groin, the organ below twitching at the sight of the other's tongue, how his fingers moved against it... fuck, he was down bad. Nothing had gotten him off except this wet cat of a guy, and he was just fine with that, but that led him to obsessing. Which wasn't a bad thing entirely, it made Junpei more money, but the boy probably didn't want him to know his location, school, surname, mother's name, address, or her place of work.

y.okkotsu371: perfect, as always
y.okkotsu371: it suits you
y.okkotsu371 sent ¥700
y.okkotsu371: thank you

His heart was slamming against his chest as he bit at his lip, chapping it further as he chewed at a loose piece of skin. He wanted to be back home already, to be able to fill Junpei's mouth himself, to make him gag and sputter on his fingers instead. He could reach deeper, his fingers longer, rougher, better for filling the other's holes in any capacity. Not to mention his dick. Which... was already stiff from just the little display with his fingers. The fact that was all it took him made him feel a little pathetic, but then again, if he didn't like it, why would he come back at every chance he got?

y.okkotsu371: yougot anything else in your stash or are we just getting rainbows tonight?
He types too fast to correct his mistakes, but hey, could anyone blame him when his soon-to-be-boyfriend is right there gorging himself?