Page 4 of Finding His Silver Fox Daddy

A comment from ForBear came in, and I deliberately widened my eyes like he’d made the most dirty request ever. In reality, his request was basic, but I was an entertainer. And it wasn’t anything I hadn’t done before—he apparently wanted me to tease myself with the vibrator. So I turned it on a low setting, almost too low to feel it, and played it up for the camera.

“Oh yeah, ForBear, that’s so good. I love having things inside me. But can I please turn it up? I can hardly feel it.”

I watched the screen I’d enlarged so I could monitor the comments while lying down and waited for ForBear to give the command, squirming in the bed just a little for my audience. He did a second later, so I cranked up the speed.

Shit.

I’d tested the vibrator earlier today, after it had come in the mail, because I didn’t like surprises while I was live. I knew it could pack a punch, but it felt different with an audience . . . the energy was more intense. I should’ve expected that—this wasn’t my first rodeo—but it still caught me off guard.

Then it hit my prostate dead on.

“Fuck!” I yelled into my quiet bedroom, voice higher than I would’ve liked, entirely unplanned. I wasn’t acting now; that felt fucking amazing.

Another comment came in, this one from another viewer asking me to pinch a nipple. If someone was commanding the scene, I did everything they requested, within reason. If someone else asked for something, I only obliged if I wanted to. But that sounded like a fabulous idea. I loved nipple play.

Tossing my head back, I flicked my right nipple with my middle finger and started moaning. I could’ve won a porn-star award with that moan. God, I surprised myself sometimes.

ForBear was back with a request to turn the vibrator up again, so I did, and holy hell, it was massaging my prostate incessantly now. If I wasn’t careful, I would come hands-free. Fun, and probably hot to watch, but I didn’t want this to be over just yet. I had money to make.

With the vibrator still trying to scramble my guts, I twisted, reaching for my secret stash of supplies I always kept beside my bed on the floor, off-camera. Tonight, I needed a cock ring to make this last. This vibrator was trying to get me to blow my load fast, and that would cut off my tips. So I grabbed my favorite ring, gasping for air as my insides were being rearranged, and slipped it on with only a little difficulty.

“Shit, guys, this is so hot tonight, but we’ve gotta make sure it lasts. Can’t blow my load too early, can I?”

I watched the comments come in one right after the other, some agreeing, some asking me to come already, some just sending lewd emojis that made me crack up.

My laughter was genuine, but it trailed off quickly. “Okay, okay. I’ll only wear it for a little bit. But this vibrator is killer. I’ve put the buy link in the description of the live stream, so be sure to check it out on the Heavenly Toys website when we’re done.”

Silicone ring in place, I settled back to enjoy the feeling. I’d never minded getting off in front of an audience—I loved it, actually. Exhibitionism was definitely one of my kinks.

Another comment from ForBear came in, asking me to coat my dick in lube and start stroking. Sounded good to me, so I did as he said. But before I got lost in self-pleasure, MrFox sent a comment as well, telling me what a good boy I was to follow directions so well and asking me to explain how it felt in detail. How was that so fucking hot?

My pleasure intensified exponentially.

Okay, so I hadn’t known I’d had a praise kink until now. When had that happened? ForBear’s commands were hot, though not anything to write home about, but MrFox’s “good boy”s were nearly doing me in, even with the cock ring. I wasn’t a kid—I’d had my twenty-sixth birthday last December—but I was about to go off like a teenager.

“Shit,” I mumbled, acting like I was being forced to stroke my dick without really wanting to. Gritting my teeth, wincing, struggling to keep my rhythm—guys seemed to like that, and I liked the fantasy, too, to be honest. Worked for all parties involved.

Another comment from MrFox came in. Good boy, Substar. Keep stroking until you can’t stand it any longer. You’re gonna come for Daddy, aren’t you?

Holy . . . goddamn . . . son of a . . . asshole . . . fucking . . . I gritted my teeth for real this time, fighting off the threatening orgasm. This would be wrapped up quickly if he kept feeding me shit like that.

ForBear jumped in, playing off MrFox’s comment. That’s hot, baby. Let go when you’re ready.

Permission had been granted, but I was still running the show. I slowed my movements to look back at the camera. “Okay, we’re in the final stretch, guys. If you want to see me explode, it’s time to pay up.”

My hand slowed to a crawl as I watched the tips come in. Not a bad haul for the middle of the night. I’d have enough to put most of it in savings.

After a few more comments encouraging me to come, I flashed another smile at the camera and slipped off the cock ring, its rubbery sides stroking my already sensitive dick and stealing a moan from my lips. With the vibrator still going strong, my prostate ultra-sensitive at this point, I focused all my attention on my dick and the orgasm it had been wanting for the past thirty minutes.

I played it up again for the camera, egging my viewers on by asking them to think about where they’d want my cum if they were here and stroking with intention until I felt my orgasm start to build at the base of my spine. I got the usual “my face,” “my stomach,” “my mouth,” and even a peach emoji in response, but MrFox’s answer did me in.

You’d put your cum exactly where I told you to put it. Because I’d control every single one of your orgasms.

My cock erupted, cum shooting into the air before landing on my stomach. I groaned loudly as my back arched off the bed, the orgasm exploding through me with an intensity I didn’t think I’d ever felt before. I never wanted it to end, so I kept stroking my dick until the last drops of cum drizzled from my slit.

After reaching between my legs and switching off the vibrator—I didn’t have a Daddy here to tell me I had to keep going, so for now, I made the rules—I dragged my left hand through the still-warm cum on my stomach and brought it to my mouth. “Anyone want to see me eat it all? I will, but not for free.” I winked again, and the last of the tips came pouring in. Most guys were drained of funds by this point, but I always picked up a few more decent sums at the end of my streams.

Never one to disappoint my audience, I licked my hand clean, imagining MrFox was here—Daddy, he’d called himself—ordering me to do it after swallowing his cum down. Fuck, that was hot. I might be ready to go again before too long.