Page 8 of Caged Hunger

The feeling of letting go and being free was overwhelming.

For the first time in two years, he didn’t have to worry about someone trying to kill him. He could stand in the shower, with his eyes closed, and just listen to his own heartbeat against his chest.

People didn’t realize just how precious freedom really was. Being able to let your guard down and just… relax… was something only someone who had been to prison could ever possibly understand.

Letting the water run down his body, he stood there, feeling it and enjoying the warmth.

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CAMERON

“Damn it,” Cameron cursed, wiggling the light and adjusting the stand.

He took a step back, then glanced around at the two other cameras he had set up around the room, trying to get the best possible angles. He would shoot a live stream now, then edit the footage and post a more professional video later on his site.

Today’s shoot would be a simple one. He was doing a solo jerk-off scene, with the assistance of his trusty and reliable friend, Antonio.

Antonio was his favorite dildo, given to him last Christmas when he accidentally mentioned to Ace that the dildos he had weren’t quite… hitting the spot.

Ace laughed and teased him, noting that the problem was not with the dildos he owned, but with his ever-expanding hungry hole. If he wanted to be completely satisfied, he needed something with a bit more length and girth.

Ace was a dick.

What did Ace know?

Apparently… everything.

A few weeks later, Ace bought him “Antonio,” an eight-inch silicone penis modeled after a famous Brazilian gay porn star. It was bigger and thicker and stretched him out perfectly. The damn thing hit every nerve ending, causing him to come like he’d never come before.

So apparently, the problem was that his ass needed something a bit… bigger.

Okay, fine, so Ace was a genius.

Once Cameron had his phone set and the lighting just right, he stripped down to his underwear and climbed onto the bed. He fixed his gaze on the camera and smirked.

“Evenin’, boys,” he purred, his tone smooth and deliberate. He grabbed his junk and gave it a squeeze. “Figured I’d ease you in with a little tease—something to keep your attention while you fight it out for a private. Bidding starts at two hundred.”

He lowered his gaze and began running his palm against his junk. He bit his bottom lip and moaned as his cock began to grow in front of his hundreds of followers.

He had been doing cam shows for about a year now as a way to make some extra cash. It all started when a customer came into the bar and offered him a hundred bucks if he’d send him a private video of himself playing with his cock. A week later, the same man came back into the bar, asking if he would shoot a scene with one of his friends and let him keep it for five hundred bucks.

His friend was cute, a few years older, and walked around with that big-dick energy that always got the girls wet and the gay boys hard.

Sadly, the guy didn’t know how to use the big dick he’d been blessed with, but Cameron found a way to get himself off, all while making the video look hot as hell.

There should be a rule that you can only have a big dick if you know how to use it. Otherwise, it’s just a waste of a good piece of meat.

Shortly after that, Cameron set up an online profile and began shooting his own content, occasionally collaborating with others who were also seeking a content partner.

Hey, it was an easy way to make extra money, and who didn’t love the validation of hundreds of men salivating over your naked body?

Yes, it was an ego boost he sorely needed.

Staring into the camera, he licked his lower lip, then began playing with his nipple.

“Mmm, so who’s the lucky guy going to be tonight?”

Cameron watched on his tablet as the online bids began to increase, quickly jumping from two hundred to three hundred.