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The Male Entertainer

It had been a joke made by his best friend and that plunged him into a world that he couldn’t escape. Matthew Henderson is dealing with his parents going through a hellish divorce, and with self-worth issues added to the mix he wanted to do something to help his dad who was doing everything he could for both of them. A tasteless joke by his friend, telling him to show off on camera set things in motion. Matthew discovers a side of the internet that keeps pulling him in. Will he stay afloat or will he be pulled under.

steph_pesi · Realistic
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148 Chs

Chapter 7

He was hesitant to do a video for a while so he devoted most of his time to his school work. The only little problem was that he had ran out of school work to do. He didn't want to do another video just in case she was there and asked that again. What if she found out where he lived or something like that? Then his dad would find out and all hell would break lose. He didn't want that. He couldn't have that, but he wanted to prove to his dad that he was serious about helping. Though they didn't talk about the money he gave him the first time he never got it back. If he kept that up then his dad would see that he was serious and this wouldn't be a problem in the future.

He would have to do another stream. People were tired of only hearing about his day and him being an annoying tease. He didn't have any experience apart from explicit videos he had watched. He had gone online to see what he could add. He had thought of roleplay, but his audience was made up of both genders so he would have to alternate. There were other things that he could add that weren't too extreme.

Looked like he would have to swallow his already bruised pride and buy those panties. They liked his butt, they liked his hair so he would give that to them. It was a good thing that his dad wasn't around most of the time because of the orders he was placing. First the pasties, then panties and now scented candles with more masks. Good thing it was pay on delivery. He was happy that the people making the deliveries didn't know what was inside.

Now he sat in front of his laptop in a pink frilly lace pantie. He changed his mask this time. Instead of covering his eyes, the lower part of his face was covered this time around. He didn't want them to see that he wasn't really enjoying himself. He didn't wear thigh highs this time. He wore fishnets. They felt like protection, like he wasn't totally naked.

"Do you guys like what I did?" he snapped the band of his-the panties and just like that they were tipping.

'You look lovely my baby'.

'All this for me?'

'So sexy. So wonderful'.

"I'm a man of my word. You ask and I deliver" he giggled. He hoped his eyes wasn't betraying how he sounded. He caressed his thighs lazily as he read comments and smiled at the tips. He didn't wear the pasties today.

"So guess what I got guys" he reached back to his nightstand and got the candle. He breathed in deep. "Scented candles" he pushed it to the camera. "Smells like roses, but I'm sure if I were to go to a bush and smell the roses it wouldn't smell this good" he giggled dropping it before him.

'What are you going to do with it?'

'The smell is strong enough to penetrate the mask? Lol'.

'You have very pretty eyes. Look into the camera darling'.

He laid on his side like he was getting a portrait done and enjoyed their praises. He sighed leaning back to get a lighter. He removed the hair tie and pressed the lighter for the flame to come on.

'I really missed seeing you'.

He hoped he didn't furrow his brows before he looked down to light the candle. "Guess my room is going to smell like a garden for a while" he tossed the lighter to the side. "I don't know about you guys but I just discovered that I have a fascination with wax" he said softly, his eyes looking at the bottle in wonder as he dipped his finger inside and touched the liquid that had already melted.

He gasped a little bringing his finger out trying to blow air on it, but he was wearing a mask. He shook it rapidly. "Hot".

'I want you to make that sound again'.

'You're killing me here'.

"You guys like that?" the sting of the wax hurt, but only for a few seconds. He could manage it. His eyes were glistening as he looked deeper into the camera.

'More'.

He didn't need to tell them what they needed to do. He picked the warm jar up. The wax was already much at the top. He sniffed it loudly as he stretched his hand out and he shakily poured wax on himself. It was meant to be a small amount but due to his nerves, he poured more. He gasped in surprise and pain as the wax cooled on his arm. His eyes got wetter.

The tips made him push on. He pressed the warm jar against his chest and tipped it.

"Oh my God" he moaned almost dropping the jar. They were making their lewd comments but didn't know that he wasn't acting.

"This is hot guys" he said breathily. He was trying to catch his breath.

His eyes were watery now and soon he was sure moisture would drop. He wasn't even crying.

He took the jar lower and pulled down the band of the panties just above his hip. He dripped wax down there and he arched. His toes curled and he had to drop it so he could catch his breath. He laid there just panting and they seemed to love it.

He tilted his head to the side curiously. The recent comment. No it wasn't a comment. It was a tip. Someone had tipped him and it was the biggest he had seen. He sat up losing his character for a while. Who spent that much on a cammer? Did they just have enough money to waste? For sexual gratification.

It was Dommymummy69 and his heart sunk to his abdomen. The biggest tip he had even seen. He had set a goal. Seeing if he could make one thousand in one sitting and he was sure with that huge tip he was sure he had reached there.

"Thank you mummy" moisture dropped from his eye then.

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He had 'forgotten' to end the stream when he was done. He went about putting his things away and got dressed. He kept glancing at his screen to see if she would say anything. He took a shower and remembered to keep his identity anonymous. He put on a different mask, the ones just covering his eyes before he plopped on his bed.

'There you are' she typed immediately. 'And you changed your mask. You were amazing today'.

"Thank you" he grinned. "Also thank you for the generous tip".

'You deserve it Matt. Have you thought of my offer baby?'

"Oh! Um…I don't really think that would be a good idea. I don't really know you. I think you're a good person and all, but to be on the safe side" he was surprised that he was still talking. He hoped that she wouldn't start stressing.

'I thought you were just pitching yourself that you were available for stuff like that'.

He bristled. "I said I wasn't".

'Is this private?'

"Yes it is. You're not recording me are you?" he joked.

'Are you a virgin?'

His mouth fell open. He couldn't hide that, so he looked away embarrassed. He was sure that she knew the truth.

'Well, what is it?'

"I am" there was no need to lie. He didn't know why he was telling her all this. Well he needed money but it wasn't like he was going to meet her.

'How much then?'

He coughed. "What?"

'Don't act all coy. You do all that you do on camera for money and you're flustered at me asking if you're a virgin. Come on Matt'.

"I still don't understand the price you're asking for".

'I'll put my contact here and you can get back to me when you're ready to talk. I really do hope that you get back to me. You're one that I don't want to pass me by'. She literally sent her number. She was being too carefree. What if he was a psychopath?

He bit his lower lip. His nervous tick.

'You still haven't given me a price darling'.

"Oh…um…well…what's your minimum?"

'Now you want to be humble when you tell us to pay for everything you do?' her teasing was kind of hurtful.

'How does five thousand sound to you?'

He almost fainted at how casually she said that. Who was this woman? Was money so easy for her that she could just call five thousand dollars?

'Alright nine thousand. You don't have to look so insulted. I can go higher if you want'.

"How about ten?" he meant that as a joke.

He had meant that as a joke honestly. Just teasing.

'That's alright. Really thought you were going to call more. You're funny. So what do you say? You'd be able to earn more'.

Ten thousand for his virginity and maybe more. If he did end up getting married and having kids after all this, he had a story to tell them.

"You seem like a very nice woman…"

'Call me mummy'.

"You seem like a nice woman, but just because you call a price doesn't just meet I'll throw caution to the wind and just come and meet you. You could be a killer who puts young guys like me in your basement".

'Like I said you're funny. I gave you my number. When you're ready you can call, text, even a video call'.

"Alright" he nodded, like the two of them weren't just talking about his virginity like a common business transaction.

'I trust you to keep this discreet. It wouldn't go so well if your people were to be involved in our business'.

It seemed that she was someone important, but it was true. If his dad found out, Beck, heck even people at school. There would be no recovery from all that. "Yes mummy" he giggled.

'I'll be going now. Do not contact me from eight till four. Any time after that is fine' and they were done.

He went to his profile to see how much he had earned. Just like he had thought. One thousand five hundred. With the ten thousand that was coming he could…he slapped himself at that moment. What was he thinking? Was he actually thinking about it? He wasn't going to do it. No way.

No matter how tempting it was.

He closed the laptop and stood up going to open the blinds. The smell of roses was getting him sick.