The kit arrived sooner than expected, two days after Ryan's impulsive order, landing on his doorstep with a thud that echoed his racing heartbeat.
He signed for it with trembling hands, the delivery guy offering a neutral nod that somehow felt judgmental. Back inside, door bolted, Ryan tore into the discreet packaging like it held forbidden treasure.
Bubble wrap popped under his fingers as he unpacked: a sleek HD webcam with a wide-angle lens, a clip-on ring light promising "studio-quality glow," a sturdy tripod, and the toy assortment that made his cheeks flush.
Plugs in small, medium, large silicone smooth and graduated for "training." A vibrating wand with multiple speeds. Lingerie sets: lacy panties in black and pink, thigh-high stockings, a sheer crop top. And there, at the bottom, the nine-inch black dildo veiny, realistic, with a suction base and a weight that felt imposing in his palm.
He stared at it, his tiny cock stirring unbidden. "This is insane," he whispered, but the mystery package's video looped in his mind: the sub moaning, taking a similar toy, fans tipping in ecstasy. Money. Worship. Escape from the debts choking his family. Mom had texted that morning: "Jayden's deposit cleared thanks to you, honey. But the loan payment bounced again." Guilt twisted, but so did excitement. This could fix it all...and maybe....just maybe enjoy himself in the process
Ryan cleared space in his bedroom, pushing the nightstand aside to create a "stage." The tripod screwed together easily, webcam mounted at eye level for intimate shots.
He plugged in the ring light, clipping it to his laptop screen it cast a soft, flattering halo, smoothing his soft features, making his wide eyes pop. He downloaded the FemboyStreams app, syncing it with his new account:
RyeSub. Bio: "Feminine pussy boy craving black monster dick. Watch me submit and worship for you." He uploaded a teaser pic—his ass in plain boxers, arched teasingly, face cropped out. Anonymity first; he could reveal more later.
Nerves jangled as he dressed for the test run. He chose the black lace panties, sliding them up his slim legs. They hugged his hips, the fabric riding between his cheeks, making him feel exposed,
slutty!
No shirt just his smooth chest, nipples perking already hardening in the cool air. He sat on the bed, adjusting the camera to capture from mid-thigh up, building mystery.
With a deep breath pulse quickening, he hit "Go Live" in preview mode, no audience yet. The feed showed him: soft, inviting, feminine. "Hey... I'm Rye," he practiced, voice shaky. "New here. I love being a submissive pussy for strong men especially black gods with huge cocks. Tell me what to do."
The words felt awkward, but arousing. He ended the preview, heart thumping. Real stream tonight? Why not. Viewers would come or not.
Tips optional, but the site promised payouts weekly. He browsed other profiles for inspiration: pros in full makeup, riding toys with confidence, chats flooding with commands. "I can do this, I just have to start small and slowly build from there" he told himself, fingering the small plug from the kit.
Lubed, he teased his hole, pushing it in slowly a warm-up. The stretch burned sweetly, his tiny cock leaking into the lace.
Hmmn~
Work that day had been torture. Sitting in his cubicle, the anticipation distracted him from spreadsheets.
Mr. Carter had called a quick huddle, his commanding presence filling the room. "Ryan, those Q3 projections spot on." Carter's dark eyes lingered a second too long, or was it imagination? Ryan had nodded, blushing nipples leaking, imagining dropping under the conference table to worship.
Lunch break: he snuck to the bathroom, stroking quickly to the thought, but edged, saving for the stream.
Home now, dinner skipped in favor of setup. He tested audio..clear, sultry. Chat window ready. At 9 PM, he went live for real. Viewers trickled: 5, then 10.
"Welcome, masters," he said, voice gaining a needy tone. "I'm Rye, your new sub. I crave black monster dick tell me how to please you." Chat responded:
"Show ass."
"Cute panties." He turned, wiggling, spanking lightly.
Tips dinged $5, $10. Encouraged, he pulled the panties aside, revealing the plug. "Like this? It's prepping my pussy for you."
A user "DomKing" joined, tipping $20: "Pull it out and finger yourself." Ryan obeyed, popping the plug free, slick fingers circling his hole. He pushed one in, moaning softly, then two.
The camera captured every gasp, his face burned, eyes half-lidded from the intense pleasure.
"Feels so good... but I need more. Need a real black cock stretching me...." Viewers climbed to 20, chat praising:
"Good boy."
"Worship time."
He grabbed the small dildo from the kit..not the big one yet..and licked it reverently.
"Pretend this is you, sir."
The stream hit 30 minutes. He edged his tiny cock, denying release until tips hit $30.
"Cum for us," someone commanded.
Ha~ha!
Ryan stroked faster, fingers still buried, body trembling. Oohhhuhhhh!! Orgasm hit weakly, cum dribbling onto the sheets. "Thank you, masters," chest heavying nipples trembling, blowing a kiss. Ended the stream: $50 earned. More than an hour's wage at Apex.
He collapsed back, spent but buzzing. The high was real validation from strangers, money in his account. But vulnerability lingered; what if someone recognized him? He cleaned up, transferring $40 home via app.
Mom's reply: "Bless you, Ryan!"
Jayden texted: "You're the best bro." Guilt eased slightly.
That night, sleep evaded him. Fantasies evolved: streaming with Carter watching, commanding.
The kit's big dildo mocked from the nightstand..next time. Changes noted: nipples tender, leaking a drop when pinched. Hormones? No, just arousal. He researched more: bought cheap makeup online, planned bolder outfits. The setup was complete; Rye was born.
Morning brought routine..subway, cubicle, Carter's gaze. But Ryan carried the secret, a thrill in his step. The spiral pulled, submission blending with survival.