Ryan's alarm pierced the silence at 6:30 AM, dragging him from a hazy dream where he was on his knees in a dimly lit room, surrounded by towering figures with commanding presences.
Hmmm
He groaned, slapping the snooze button, but the weight of reality settled in quickly.
The apartment was still dark, the city outside just beginning to stir with the rumble of early commuters. He rolled out of bed, feet hitting the cold floor, and shuffled to the kitchen.
The coffee maker gurgled to life as he leaned against the counter, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
His body felt heavy, not just from the late-night session, but from the constant undercurrent of exhaustion that came with juggling everything.
While the coffee brewed, he checked his phone...two missed calls from Mom, timestamped late last night. His stomach knotted. He knew that tone in her voice messages without even listening. Pouring a mug of black coffee, he hit redial and put it on speaker, pacing the small kitchen as it rang.
Ring ring! Ring-
"Ryan? Honey, is that you?" Her voice answered on the second ring, sounding worn, like she'd been up half the night worrying.
"Yeah, Mom. Sorry I missed your calls. Work ran late." A white lie; the porn session had run long, but he couldn't say that.
"Oh, I didn't want to bother you so early, but... things are tight here. The latest hospital bill came in for your father's old treatments....another $800 we didn't expect. And Jayden's tuition deposit for community college is due next week.
He got that partial scholarship, but it's not covering everything. I picked up an extra shift at the diner, but my feet are killing me, and it's just not enough."
Ryan sank into a chair at the tiny kitchen table, staring at the steam rising from his mug. His father.... that deadbeat drunk...had left a mess when he bailed three years ago.
Booze-fueled accidents, unpaid loans, medical debts from liver issues he never addressed. Mom had shouldered it all, working doubles at the greasy spoon in their small hometown, her hands chapped and calloused from endless plates and tips that barely covered groceries. And Jayden, his kid brother, was the bright spot..18 now, straight-A student with dreams of engineering.
Ryan had promised to help, sending chunks of his paycheck every month, but his entry-level salary at Apex Investments was stretched thin. Rent in the city ate half, utilities and food the rest.
After last night's indulgence, the shame twisted deeper; here he was fantasizing about submission while his family struggled.
Sigh! "I....I'll figure something out, Mom," he said, forcing steadiness into his voice. "Maybe overtime at the firm. Or I can look for a side gig."
"You're already doing so much, baby. I hate leaning on you like this. Your father... well, you know." Her sigh was audible, heavy with unspoken resentment.
"Jayden's excited, though. He talks about college non-stop. Says he wants to build things, make a difference. Like you did getting that job in the city...."
chest tightening. He wasn't making a difference; he was crunching numbers in a cubicle, invisible to the execs upstairs. But he was the stable one, the reliable son. "Tell Jay I'll send extra this week. Love you, Mom."
"Love you too, honey. Take care of yourself."
Hanging up, Ryan stared at the phone, the debt figures swirling in his head like a bad spreadsheet. $800 for the bill, $1,200 for Jayden's deposit...on top of the ongoing loans. He needed at least $500 more this month, fast.
Freelance? Uber?
Nothing fits his schedule without burning out. His mind drifted to last night's video, the sub on his knees, owned and adored. What if... no. Ridiculous!.
He dressed for work...pressed slacks that hugged his slim legs a bit too closely, a button-up shirt to hide his perky nipples, tie knotted loosely. The mirror showed the same soft face, but today it mocked him...pretty, but powerless. On the subway to the office, crowded with suits, he felt even smaller, his fantasies bubbling up unbidden.
The man next to him, tall and dark-skinned, reminded him of the dom in the video. Ryan averted his eyes, cock twitching traitorously.
"Such a huge bulge!"he swallowed
Apex Investments towered in the financial district, glass and steel gleaming under the morning sun. Ryan badged in, heading to the basement-level financial department...far from the executive floors where deals were made. His cubicle was a gray box, stacked with reports and a flickering monitor.
He logged in, diving into projections for the quarter, but focus eluded him. The family's burden pressed like a vice his mind going haywire
During a break, he searched "easy side jobs from home" on his phone. Surveys, data entry...pennies. Then an ad flashed
"Earn thousands streaming your passions!" He clicked, leading to a content creator site. Gaming, tutorials... but a sidebar for adult streams caught his eye. Femboys, subs, raking in tips from fans.
His pulse quickened. Images of performers like him..soft, submissive...flashed. Testimonials
"Turned my hobby into $5k/month." He closed the tab fast, cheeks burning, but the idea lingered. Lunch was a vending machine sandwich at his desk, mind racing. Could he? No one would know. Money for Jayden, relief for Mom.
Afternoon meetings dragged. Mr. Carter led one, his baritone voice commanding the room. "We need those forecasts tight, people." His eyes swept over Ryan briefly, and biting his lips, Ryan imagined confessing, submitting right there his knees shaking. "Get it together," he whispered to himself his heart drumming.
By evening, back in his apartment, exhaustion hit. But the search tab reopened on his laptop. More research: equipment cheap, anonymity possible.
He shook it off, heating ramen for dinner. TV droned in the background, but his thoughts looped...debts, desires, desperation
"I need to find something....fast".
The bed called early, but sleep was fitful. Dreams mixed family pleas with video scenes, him begging for mercy, for ownership.his ass leaking squeshy water
Morning would bring another day, but the seed was planted. The spiral tugged, blending need with want. Ryan was sinking, and the bottom felt dangerously inviting.