Page 2 of Taken Off Camera
There’s DaddyBrooks, one of my most generous tippers, and SkyKing69 with his predictable requestsfor foot content, along with a flood of new names I don’t recognize that probably came from a mention on RedditAfterDark last week.
“I see my regulars showing up. Hey, DaddyBrooks and SilverFox. Thanks for the tips already, my handsome fellas.” I blow a kiss to the camera. “And yes, DaddyBrooks, I did receive the purple lace.” I play with the zipper of my hoodie, teasing more skin. “You’ll have to wait to find out if I’m wearing it tonight.”
The chat scrolls faster, demands and compliments blending in a digital chorus of desire. I’ve gotten better at tuning out the worst comments, the ones calling me an Omega slut, asking if I’m in Heat, and demanding I “breed” myself with larger and larger toys. Those users, I block without acknowledgment. The rest receive my practiced charm.
“So tonight, I’ve planned a special show for you.” I shift to cross my legs, teasing them with the reveal I’m not wearing any shorts. “A lot of you have been sending packages to my PO Box, and it’s time for another unboxing stream!”
The chat explodes with excitement. Unboxing nights are always popular. Viewers love seeing their gifts acknowledged, and potential viewers tune in hoping for a glimpse of scandalous toys.
I reach below my desk and pull up a basket filled with a small pile of packages wrapped in various colors of paper and shipping envelopes.
“Let’s see what my sweet fans have sent this time.” I pick up a sleek black box with a silver ribbon. “This one’s from DaddyBrooks. Always so elegant with your packaging.”
I unwrap it slowly, drawing out the moment and peeking at the camera with an expression of anticipation. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, is a delicate black lace thong with tiny ruby-colored stones sewn along the waistband.
“Oh, these aregorgeous.” I hold them up to the camera, letting the light catch the stones. “Thank you, Daddy. I’ll definitely be wearing these for our private session this weekend.”
The next package contains a bottle of scented massage oil from VikingDom82, which I open and dab behind my ears, inhaling with an exaggerated sigh of pleasure. The third, a silicone toy in an alarming shade of neon green, draws a genuine laugh from me.
“Well, someone’s optimistic about my abilities,” I joke, setting it aside after thanking the anonymous sender.
I reach for a plain brown package, unremarkableamong the colorful boxes and padded envelopes. The label shows nothing but my PO Box listed twice, once as the destination and once as the return, and unease prickles at the base of my neck.
I maintain my playful lilt as I tear open the paper. “And what do we have here?”
Inside is a plastic bag, sealed tight, with no note. I reach in, and soft, worn cotton brushes my fingers.
When I pull it out, my expression freezes as I stare at a pair of used men’s boxers. Dark stains crust the front, unmistakable even under the flattering lights, and a musty scent reaches me even through the plastic. I recoil on instinct, but I catch myself before dropping them as I catch the frantic scroll of the chat.
CHAT NOTIFICATIONS
HeartEyes92:??? what’s going on??
Anonymous:show us!!
BlueJay77:bro you just froze, everything ok???
SweetTooth44:what are you hiding??
Anonymous:c’mon don’t keep us waiting
SkyKing69:hold it up to the cam!!!
LoneWolf88:did someone send you a present??
Anonymous:show it or it didn’t happen
PixieDreamer:omg what is it???
Anonymous:stop acting shy, put it in the frame
GoldenTipper:yeah, why’d you stop moving?
Anonymous:hold it up to the cam NOW
My throat constricts, pulse hammering so hard I’m sure the camera can pick it up. For three seconds, I’m not ElliotUnleashed but Micah, a person whose privacy has just been breached in the most disgusting way possible.
CHAT COMMENTS
