Page 9 of Caged Hunger

“There we go, boys. Let’s see that appreciation.”

He moved his hands lower and began slowly removing his underwear.

He let out a soft moan, eyes locked on the camera, fully aware that hundreds of men were watching him. There was something intoxicating about it—the thrill of knowing he held their attention, that he could draw them in without even trying.

Glancing at his screen, he noticed the offers had jumped from three fifty to five hundred dollars.

The bidding suddenly stopped.

There was only so high people were willing to go to watch a camboy jerk off live in front of a camera.

“Well, it looks like we’ve got ourselves a winner,” Cameron said, slipping off the bed so he could read his tablet better.

The final offer came from a handle he was used to seeing. You&I4Eva once again won a private, one-on-one session with Cameron. The user had been a loyal follower ever since the beginning. He wasn’t sure who the man was, only that he lived in San Francisco and apparently ran some sort of tech start-up company—or at least that’s what the man had said.

That was the thing about the internet—people could be whomever they wanted.

Take him, for example. His stage name was Jägerboy25. According to his profile, he was twenty-five, lived in Texas, and worked part-time at his college bar.

Nothing online was real.

Everything was a fantasy supported by smoke and mirrors. Or in his case, dildos and lube.

Cameron sat back down on the bed and smiled into the camera once more.

“Sorry, boys, this show is just between me and You&I4Eva. We’ll see you guys once we’re done. Unless, of course, I’m too tired to come back online.”

He gave his audience a wink before logging out of the main room and popping into the private chat, where You&I4Eva was already waiting.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my biggest fan,” Cameron teased, smiling back at the blurred-out face on the webcam.

It turned out that You&I4Eva didn’t like having his face shown. It was no skin off Cameron’s back. The less emotional connection he had with someone, especially a paying client, the better.

“How are you doing tonight, my sweet?” the man asked, his body moving as he prepared himself for the show.

While the man’s face was blurred, his body wasn’t. Cameron stroked himself as he watched the man remove his pants and lower his underwear. He took his own cock in hand and began jerking in sync with Cameron.

“That’s it, big boy. You tell me what you want me to do.” Cameron moaned, grabbing the lube next to his bed and slicking up his own cock while he waited.

“I want to watch you ride that dildo you got right there,” the man’s husky voice ordered.

You&I4Eva’s requests were always the same. He liked to watch Cameron ride his dildo—no doubt picturing himself as the thick piece of silicone entering his body—and watch Cameron shoot a load on his stomach.

He didn’t have the greatest abs. There was definitely no six-pack, but he wasn’t overweight by any means. He had what one would consider a tiny pouch where abs gently slumbered beneath a blanket of body fat.

Cameron didn’t mind though. He thought he looked good with a bit of extra meat on his bones. It certainly never cost him any dates or anything.

From what Cameron could tell, You&I4Eva was a regular Joe. He was always polite, showered him with compliments and praise, and always gave him way more tips than were necessary.

You&I4Eva claimed he liked taking care of Cameron and enjoyed their private one-on-one times together. Occasionally, Cameron felt bad for taking so much of the man’s money, but then he remembered why he was doing this, and all feelings of guilt quickly evaporated.

Staring into the camera, Cameron lubed up the dildo, smirking as he worked his hand up and down the silicone shaft. Each synthetic vein, each curve of the tip, was another tool he used to build up the fantasy.

Tilting his head, he locked eyes with the camera.

“You want to watch me stick this big piece of meat inside that tight, tiny hole of mine?”

The blurred head nodded.