Streamers and a Stud: Ch. 17 - FULL RELEASE (34,580)

This is a full release of chapter seventeen that is set to go public on 04/03/2025.

Characters: Joshua (Original), Emiru, Mizkif

Author's note: Sorry everyone! Did not mean to wait a full ten days before getting this out to all tiers, but there were some changes that I was mulling over that were ultimately scrapped. This post contains all four parts of chapter seventeen combined into one post for convenience. Part four was released for the Stud tier last week, and that ended up being the chapter finale, so there is nothing new in this post beyond part four and some edits.

As I've mentioned in the past, I'll be pivoting a little further away from exaggeration and more towards realism in regards to the sexual relationships between the characters. Most of this chapter was written prior to these changes coming into effect, so you won't notice too much here until the very very end. This will greatly benefit the longevity of the story, allowing more conflict and romance and plot flexibility. I guess a huge hurdle for me was knowing exactly what to do with sex slaves. I mean, once someone has been corrupted that far, what else can they really be doing except serving our main character 24/7? How deep can their characters really develop beyond that point? There needs to be more depth, in my opinion, if we want this series to hit chapter fifty and beyond. This was all part of a big shift I had early this month and I've been working hard to implement those changes.

As such, chapter eighteen is already well underway. I'm nearing 5k words on that and I aim to have the preview posted tomorrow for the Stud tier. Fully expect the upcoming chapter to have several parts as well, just as chapter seventeen did. I'm also trying out more engaging writing methods. I've noticed that my sentence structure can be a little bland and uniform, so chapter eighteen will be my first attempt to make reading my stories a little more interesting. You might not even notice the difference but I hope that you do and that it's an improvement!

Let me know what you think of the chapter finale! Might have to scroll down a ways to get to the new stuff!

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Streamers and a Stud: Ch. 17 - A Cruel Affair

Josh took a moment to inspect the lust-inducing sight before him. Emiru, the extremely popular OTK streamer, famous for her emo-esque beauty and tomboyish defiance, sat a few steps below him, offering her own hair, the same hair she constantly obsessed over and adjusted millions of times a day, as a fucking dog leash.

Josh’s cock twitched at Emi’s offering, which attracted her gaze for a brief second.

She was completely naked, just begging to be objectified.. to be controlled. Her big eyes gazed up at him with a hopeful tension, her irresistibly large tits hung tantalizingly from her chest, and her hair shook ever so slightly in her dainty little hand.

She was nervous. Of course, she’d never done anything like this before, and the thought of being dragged around by her hair, allowing a man to have that kind of control over her, was a strange, exhilarating thought.

Josh had done it before. Dragged her by her hair, that is. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but this was different. She was now the one offering herself to him. She was offering her comfort, yes, but even more, she was offering her dignity and her self-respect over to Josh in hopes that he’d feel just a bit more power over her, further cementing his ownership as the new normal.

If someone had told Emi this was where she’d be just twenty-four hours prior, and that it’d be at the hands of a complete stranger, she would have laughed in their face. The insanity of the situation was not lost on Josh either.

But this was his new normal. Girls of extravagant wealth and ridiculous attraction had been throwing themselves at his feet for long enough so that his composure now remained resolute in these circumstances. He didn’t waver the way one might in critical moments.

Josh gladly accepted Emiru’s submissive gesture, stepping down to her level and firmly gripping her makeshift leash, taking a larger chunk of her hair than she had initially offered to ensure it could pull her body weight. Emi was caught by surprise as his strong hand knocked hers away and her head jerked to the side awkwardly, initiating their brief walk to her bedroom. She winced but took the pain with a disrupted smile.

“Look at you thinking on your feet,” Josh said as he led her up the stairs. “Maybe you’re not as dumb I keep saying you are.”

Emi walked up the steps on all fours, doing her best to keep up with Josh’s quick pace. “Are you sure about that? Hah.. I’m being walked like a fucking dog. I doubt many–”

“A female dog,” Josh added hastily, reaching down to slap her ass. “A bitch.”

Emi let out a little yelp and rolled her eyes. “Right.. a bitch. I’m being walked like a bitch.. a stupid bitch. So yeah, I think I’m definitely as dumb as you say I am. I mean, a smart girl wouldn’t be in my position.”

“A smart girl wouldn’t be in your position because smart girls don’t exist,” Josh replied, tugging on her hair and purposely interrupting her pace.

Emiru stumbled slightly and fell forward, but recovered shortly after. “Oh my god, you’re so right,” she agreed with a casual smirk, knowing that she was playing into Josh’s awful misogyny. “Smart girls definitely don’t exist. Thanks for reminding me. They’re all just pretending to know things, but deep down, they want to be treated just like this. F-fuck.. yeah, all girls are as stupid and as dumb as me. I mean, look at me.. I can’t even crawl properly without stumbling, heh.”

Josh laughed at how she played along with ease. Clearly, he had been the reason she stumbled, but yet, she still blamed herself. “Exactly. I mean, you’re just putting one hand in front of the other. Do you know how dumb you have to be to mess that up?”

“Oh, so dumb! So, so, so dumb. I mean, I might just be the dumbest girl in the world, and that’s saying something! Because there are a lot of really dumb girls out there. My whole gender is full of dumb dumbs and they should all be fucking slaves like me,” Emi replied as a tingling surge shot through her body and gave her a small rush of euphoria. Degrading herself and other women was surprisingly erotic.

Emiru was never a big believer in dirty talk. It just seemed forced and awkward, even if the person initiating it was someone she loved and wanted to be intimate with.

But now, simply disparaging her own intelligence and embracing her inferiority brought

Josh smirked and reached down to slap her ass yet again. “Damn right, cunt. But don’t worry.. this is your life now. I’ll be training you on how to be a proper woman every single day, which includes plenty of crawling, so you’ll get the hang of it eventually.”

“Awh,” Emi gushed out as they neared the top of the stairs. She oddly felt a good amount of comfort in Josh’s sexist compassion. “Thank you for being understanding. I honestly had no idea I was.. you know, this stupid. I thought I was actually pretty smart. This is all new, so it’s nice to have an owner that’ll be a little patient with me.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” Josh replied. “I won’t be too patient. You’ll still be punished for making mistakes. Talking out of turn, breathing during blowjobs, you know.. uh, closing your eyes when I’m trying to cum in them, closing your eyes when I’m trying to piss in them, haha.. uh, not wearing or saying what I want you to wear and say. It’ll all be punishable.”

Emi's breath deepened as she imagined every aspect of her life being controlled. She briefly wondered if Josh was exaggerating just to degrade her further, but there was a chance that he wasn’t. A rather large chance, actually, so she responded in kind. “Well, I guess I have a few tough weeks ahead of me.. fuck, haha. Peeing in my eyes.. that’s so crazy. I’m kind of excited for it.”

“Of course you are. See, this is why I never show girls any respect. You all want to be treated like fucking objects at the end of the day. You’re just hiding it,” Josh replied, mixing Emi’s lewd confession with his real world views.

Emi hesitated before replying. It was still a little difficult for her to fully engage with Josh’s misogynistic rhetoric, but it had to be done. She was his property now.

“Of course we’re hiding it,” Emi huffed out, feeling the pain in her knees from her crawling. “If we were super upfront about that stuff, any guy with an ounce of confidence would want to claim us. Even the losers! And the ones with tiny penises! Ugh.”

“Like your boyfriend,” Josh interjected.

Emi was caught a bit off guard, which led to a delayed chuckle. “Yes, Josh.. like my boyfriend, haha. You’re so much bigger and better than him. Like, can you imagine? If more fucking cucks, like Miz, got to have stupid girls like me, it would be so dumb. there would be less girls for you! You’re one of the guys that actually deserves to own women.”

“Uh huh. So you’re happy that you’re mine now? My slave with no purpose other than to keep my balls empty?”

Emi giggled as she continued crawling next to her master. Her cunt was leaking from all of the degrading talk, which was leaving a weak trail of her juices as they continued. “Duhhhh! Do you know how exhausting it is to be a girl and have to think my own thoughts and make my own decisions? Oh my god, it’s so stressful. Girls weren’t made to think and yap all day. We were made to fuck and to serve. And now, hehe.. now I get to choke on your big donkey dick all day and be completely mindless and stupid for you. Mmm, it’s every girl’s dream..”

Josh glared down as Emi debased herself. They had reached the top of the stairs and were turning the corner into the hallway where Emi’s room was, but Josh could only focus on Emi’s words. There were very few things in the world that could feed an ego like this. “A few hours with my dick and you’ve already turned into a ditzy bimbo, ready to do whatever I say. Hah! You were way too easy, fucking stupid cunt.”

“Hey! I held out for a day.. almost,” Emi rebutted meekly in her own defense. The dying embers of her defiant personality had shined through for a moment there. “And I’m not just any stupid cunt. I’m your stupid cunt, haha.”

Josh smirked and said nothing. Emi giggled at her own silly remark. Less than a day of resistance was not meaningful in any way, especially when she was well-known for being slow to warm up to her partners. She had always required several dates before intimacy was even on the table, which is one of the reasons she was so inexperienced.

Finally, they reached her room. Once her French doors were closed behind them, Emi stood up and brushed off her knees, which were bright red from all the crawling. “I can’t believe I just did that. You just walked me like a dog to my fucking room. Oh my god, haha. You’re just.. you’re just taking over, huh? You’re taking over my life, just like that. Like it doesn’t even mean anything.”

“Well, it doesn’t mean anything. You’re a girl. You should never have been walking around making decisions in the first place. You’re property. You’ve always been property. You just didn’t have an owner.”

Emiru couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip as her new master spoke. His words were degrading and hot as fuck, but his physical appearance added so much more to the dynamic. His cock was the first thing she stared at, of course. It was a miracle that he ever managed to fit himself inside any of her holes. His toned, bulky body was almost enough to make her moan right then and there. He was so fucking big, and she wasn’t just talking about his cock. He completely overshadowed her with a height and weight difference that more closely resembled a father and daughter pair, not two lovers.

Or.. a master and his slave. Not lovers.

They weren’t in a relationship, of course. She was property. His property, and she had to keep reminding herself of that.

“Thank you,” Emi muttered out as she looked into his brass-colored eyes with genuine appreciation. “I really mean that. I know you didn’t have to.. you know, take time out of your busy schedule to fuck some sense into my dumb head, but I’m glad that you did. I really needed it.”

“Yeah, no kidding. You were a huge bitch when I got here,” Josh replied sternly as he reached forward and groped her tits, choking her neck lightly with his free hand.

“Guhhh,” Emi grunted. “I’m still a bitch, dude, but now I’m your bitch, heh.”

Josh smiled. He then grabbed her by the waist and launched her backwards onto her massive pile of pink Kirby’s.

“Ahhhhh,” Emi squealed as she landed softly and bounced from the impact. Once she settled in, a few stuffed blobs had fallen onto her, and she moved to throw them at Josh. “Fuck.. I keep forgetting how strong you are, haha. It’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” Josh asked as he lowered himself down to her level. “Open your legs, whore. I want those knees up next to your face.”

Emi grinned submissively at him, but before obeying his command, she reached her hand below her seat and into the pink pile. She was searching for something. A moment later, she pulled out a handgun and aimed it directly at Josh, with her finger on the trigger.

“Put your fucking hands up,” she blurted out. Her eyes were sharp, and her face was stern.

Josh flinched ever so slightly at the unexpected reveal, and it was enough to fulfill Emi’s desired reaction.

“Haha!” she laughed out, letting the ruse go almost immediately.

Josh noticed the orange ring at the end of the barrel, indicating that it was a fake gun, and he couldn’t help but chuckle after a quick sigh of relief.

“Hah, you fucking bitch,” Josh called out light-heartedly. He took the gun from her hand and tossed it to the side.

Emi matched his smile. “Your fucking bitch, actually,” she corrected him lovingly. “Wasn’t expecting that, huh? What were you expecting?”

She then moved to obey his original order. She slowly lifted her legs high in the air, caressing Josh’s abdomen with her feet along the way. She widened the gap between her legs, further revealing her perfect pink pussy and her tight asshole to Josh.

Just as he had asked, her knees were now on either side of her adorable face. She was completely exposed. “Is this what you were expecting? Hm, master? My pussy served on fucking platter for you? Well, here it is. It’s all yours. You own this pretty little pussy.”

Josh took a moment to appreciate the knuckle-biting sight. Emi was a tiny, rambunctious deviant of a streaming whore, and he fucking loved it. “Brace yourself, cunt. I’m not holding back with you anymore,” he called out as he inched his pelvis forward and impaled the small streamer with his massive cock.

“Uhhhhh,” Emi groaned, letting the guttural pleasure seep out vocally. “Fuck, yes.. don’t hold back. Don’t ever hold back with me. Treat me like a fucking hooker.”

There was an immediate reshifting that Emi needed to make just to take his girth, but once the angle was right, Josh eased his length into her sopping wet cunt. Every inch was a struggle, but all of the previous degradation had left her dripping wet. It was obvious that she had thoroughly enjoyed the sexist dialogue.

“A fucking hooker would look at you and laugh, bitch,” Josh growled in response, a primal spite evident in his tone. He bottomed out inside of her cunt and withdrew himself slowly before slamming back into her tight hole, ejecting juices out in four different directions. “At least she gets fucking paid. You.. I’m going to ravage you until you’re fucking unconscious, and you’ll get nothing in return.”

“Fuckkkkk! Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Emiru moaned out as Josh’s thrusts began to gain speed. Looking down, she could see the bulge of Josh’s cock on her stomach as he impaled her guts over and over again. The sight itself was overpowering, but the sensation was un-fucking-real. Her entire body was being pummeled into submission.

“I get nothing? Uh, uh, uh! Fuck.. are you joking? I’m getting FUCKED! FUCKED LIKE A GOOD LITTLE SLUT. Mmm, fuck! YES! YES, DADDY! Fuck me, treat me like a fucking whore. That’s all I want. Fuck money. Those dumb hookers can have it all. Just treat me like a stupid fucking whore, and I’ll be yours forever! FUCK!”

A half-grin snuck onto Josh’s face as he wrapped a hand around Emiru’s throat, only slightly muffling her moans. He slapped her face harshly as a reward for her degenerate dirty talk. Her legs remained high in the air, jerking back and forth repeatedly as he battered her cunt.

“Ahhh, ah, ah.. fuck me. Fuck me, daddy! Fuck! Master, owner, sir! Anything.. fuck! Everything! You’re my everything now! Uh, uh, uhh! I’ll call you my fucking king as long as you keep fucking me! KEEP FUCKING ME! YES, PLEASE! FUCK!” Emi moaned out in whatever intonation her voice allowed. It was hard to focus on anything other than the sheer amount of pleasure Josh’s cock was giving her.

“Damn, you’re fucking wild. You love being owned, don’t you? You fucking bitch,” Josh groaned out, reaching down to slap her face yet again.

“Mm, fuck! Yes, I love being owned! And I love when you slap me. It’s.. fuck! FUCK, YES.. oh my god, so good. Your dick is so good!” Emiru groaned in ecstasy. It was hard keeping her mind on the conversation when Josh’s mammoth cock was constantly derailing it. “Sorry, uh.. fuck. I love when you slap me. It’s so.. fuck, it’s so mean, but it helps remind me what a stupid whore I am.”

Josh agreed, but said nothing. His focus was on his own pleasure, and that consisted of sending a constant barrage of full-weighted thrusts into Emiru’s cunt.

“Fuckkk! Holy fucking.. uh, uhh, uhhh! You’re a fucking sex god! Fuck me! Fuck me into a stupid mess! PLEASE, PLEASE, AHHH!” Emi exclaimed as her face contorted to match the pleasure her body felt. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as the incredible sensation of being brutally fucked overtook her senses.

Her body began to twitch, and Josh could feel her vagina contract around his cock. She was experiencing an intense climax.

“Fucking fuckkkkk! Josh, you’re fucking amazing. You’re fucking perfect,” Emi cooed at the height of her orgasmic bliss. “Own me, use me, slap the shit out of me.. I don’t care. I’m yours.. yours forever. I’ll never leave your side. I’m your slave.. your fucking slave. Do whatever you want with me, fuck! FUCK! JUST KEEP FUCKING ME! KEEP TREATING ME LIKE A WHORE!”

Emiru closed her eyes as her legs shook uncontrollably. Pure bliss ran through every one of her veins and to every corner of her pale body. Her nipples became extremely sensitive, and she reached up to pinch her right one in an attempt to further her orgasm.

“Oh my goddddd! YES!” she blurted out in pleasure. “Put me in my fucking place!”

Josh closed his own eyes to relish the fantastic feeling of Emi’s squeezing cunt exploding ejaculate all over his dick. It was like the propulsions of a hot tub jet: powerful and blazing hot to the touch. Undeniably, it had to be one of the greatest feelings a man could possibly feel. Coupled with Emiru’s self-degrading dirty talk and the lustful expressions on her beautiful face, she was easily the hottest fuck Josh experienced so far.

“You’re a stupid, worthless cumdump,” Josh reminded her, just for the sake of it.

Finally winding down from her intense orgasm, Emi looked at Josh in utter adoration. “Mm, yes, I am. A happy, stupid, worthless cumdump. That was fucking amazing. Oh my god, I was in fucking slut heaven for a few minutes there, haha. Whew!” Emi beamed in pure happiness, allowing the final spurts of gleeful buzz to wash over her. “I could’ve been cumming like that this whole time? Oh my god, I’m pissed. Why didn’t you come turn into me into a slave sooner, you fucking asshole?”

Josh chuckled at her as he withdrew his cock from her cunt. Her own juices flooded out, soiling one of her Kirby’s that was dressed as a cowboy. “Speaking of assholes..”

Emiru’s eyes widened as Josh effortlessly flipped her over like a pancake. Her stomach now faced down as Josh propped her up by her abdomen and aimed his cock at her tiny brown hole. Emi relaxed her muscles as much as she could as she felt Josh’s angry tip prodding at her entrance.

“Fuck, just please, go slow..” Emi groaned. “Let me get used to you and then you can fuck me as hard as–fuck!”

Josh plunged his way into her ass cunt, well lubricated from all of her orgasmic juices. Emiru’s eyes immediately rolled into the back of her head as her anal cavity was invaded by a complete monster that she was defenseless against.

“Fuck! God fuck, you’re massive! Fucking.. tearing me in two!” she blurted out.

“Shut the fuck up, whore,” Josh bellowed back as he began thrusting into the small girl with hefty force.

“Mm, yes, sir! Fuck! Sorry for.. fuck.. talking out of turn, hehe,” Emi managed to say. “Just ignore me and my stupid fucking voice.. focus on fucking me. Ignore me and fuck me.. ignore me and fuck me.. ignore me and fucking.. fuck me! Fuckkkk!”

Josh’s pace was merciless now. His pelvis slammed against Emiru’s ass repeatedly with clapping sounds reverberating off the walls of her streamer room.

“Fuck, you’re so big. Give it to me, master.. fuck your stupid slut.. fuck your property. Ahhh.. ahh, fuck!” Emi moaned, rolling her eyes back and letting the immense pleasure take over every sensation in her body. “I’m never going to get used to your size.. holy fuckkkk, haha. You’re in my fucking stomach.”

Josh laughed as her warm tightness enveloped his cock. Every time he explored a different hole on this girl, he was surprised by how much tighter it was than the last. “This is your whole purpose now, dumb cunt. Being a set of holes for me to fuck, haha. Trust me, ugh, you’ll get used to it. You’ll get used to it or I’ll fucking make you get used to it.”

“Mmm! I like the sound of that, daddy,” Emi cooed as she clutched onto the Kirby’s around her in an attempt to brace herself. Josh was beginning to plow into her ass with increasing speed, and her entire body was being bullied into the makeshift bed. “Put me in my fucking place.. ugh, ugh, ugh! Until I fucking get used to it! Fuck! Uhhh, uhh, uh.”

It was amusing how much a single thrust affected Emiru. Her entire body jolted in the opposite direction, rocking her head back and forth, jostling her hair astray, dumbing her brain into a stupid mess, and turning her into a certified slut.

Josh leaned forward and pushed Emiru’s head into the pile of pink blobs, burying her head until only her body was visible. He heard immediate protests and then a giggle.

“Stay down there, bitch,” Josh growled as he grabbed Emi by her two wrists and used them to anchor his thrusts. It was a comedic scene, and a degrading one. With Emiru’s head buried away, Josh revitalized the strength in his forceful cock jabs and plowed away. Her tight asshole was shown zero mercy.

Muffled sounds still came out of the pile of stuffed Kirby’s, but Josh paid them no mind. He hadn’t blown his load yet, and his balls were aching for a release. With great vigor, he released a powerful torrent of sledgehammer-like thrusts.

His cock was all but reshaping Emiru’s ass, and with her hands being used as a device to increase the power of his fucking, she had no choice but to take the punishing treatment.

“Worthless fucking cumrag..” Josh muttered in between the brutal pounding he was delivering. “You’re fucking useless. A stupid girl with nothing to fucking offer other than a few slutty holes. I’m going to blow my fucking load in you and then throw you away. Braindead fucking cunt..”

Josh’s physicality matched his abusive words. His behemoth cock forced its way into Emiru’s tight asshole, stretched her past her limits, and then withdrew itself just to deliver another brutal blow. Emi’s mind was mush at this point. Having long passed the point of anal pain turning into pleasure, Josh’s harsh fucking sent her into a spiral of orgasmic flickers. Every one of his powerful thrusts shot electrifying bolts of sexual euphoria throughout her body, sending her into a reeling state of constant climaxes. Josh would’ve greatly appreciated the completely mindbroken look on Emi’s face if she hadn’t been hidden away.

Josh could feel her squirt out juices from her cunt and onto his swinging balls, and he could hold back no longer.

“Going to fucking cum inside you, whore. Fucking take it!” Josh blurted out as he erupted deep inside of her ass. The climax had been building for hours, and that was proven with the sheer amount of cum injected into Emiru’s anal cavern.

“Fuckkk! I can feel it! So fucking.. warm.. so much! Fuck!” Emi mumbled from her stowed away position, which prompted a smile to creep onto Josh’s face. He still thought it was funny that he could only see her body, and that she’d kept her head hidden just as he demanded her to.

Having pumped her ass with several blasts of his load, Josh withdrew his cock and jerked his cock onto her back, giving the cheating whore a few proper backshots. Emi twitched at the piping hot contact, but she was also coming down from her own orgasms, so her body was extra sensitive to any touch.

Josh finally stumbled backwards and sat on the floor, leaning up against the corner of Emi’s bedpost. Emi remained in her position, head tucked away with white semen oozing out of her ass.

“You still with me, Emiru?” Josh asked after catching his breath. She was a rather small chick, but she still managed to tire him out. A promising sign. Her head popped up with a disheveled mess of hair, and Josh let out a breathy chuckle. “Hah, you look like the grudge.”

Emi quickly moved to fix her hair as she sat up. “Sorry, I was too busy getting dicked down to pay attention to my hair. Heh.”

Josh watched her fix her appearance, running her fingers through her hair as a makeshift comb and parting it near her forehead to create her familiar bangs. “I gotta say, you’re one hell of a fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever been in an ass that tight.”

Emiru beamed at the compliment. “Really? Oh my god, thank you! So, uh.. you’re not going to just throw me away then? Like you said before?”

Josh could sense the hopeful tone in her voice. “Maybe someday, but it won’t be anytime soon.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won’t regret it, okay? I’ll be super obedient and listen to everything you say.”

Josh shrugged off her enthusiasm. “I mean, that goes without saying. I wonder.. what would you do if I did toss you to the side? There are a lot of other whores out there, you know.”

Emi’s smile turned flat as she considered the possibility of not being owned anymore. “Don’t fucking do that, you asshole. You already own me! Just fucking keep owning me. Like, it’s not costing you anythinggggg.”

Emi let her defiant personality push through for a moment. It was light-hearted, so she wasn’t too concerned about the consequences, but the conversation was serious, and she wanted to get her desperation across.

Josh gave her a stern look, which abruptly brought her back into her submissive mode.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Emiru offered. “It’s just.. I don’t want to lose you this quickly. I’ve already seen a quick glimpse of my life as a super stupid slut, and I can’t go back now. Not after I’ve tried it out. Not after I’ve been fucked by your giant fucking donkey dick, heh. I need more of it.. I need it every day. I don’t ever want to make a decision again. You can make them all for me.”

Josh let her yap on before revealing his true intent. “Hah, don’t worry, cunt. I’m just fucking with you. Obviously, I’m still going to keep you around. Might get bored of fucking you, but you can always stick around to cook me food and clean up after me. Do my laundry and shit. That kind of stuff.”

Emiru smirked at the idea. “Ooo, like a sexy maid?”

“Again, maids get paid. You’re lower than a maid and a hooker. You’ll just be my slave, plain and simple.”

Emiru nodded eagerly, trying to portray her understanding. “Got it. Stupid sex slave. Yes, sir.”

She then moved to stand from her completely obliterated pile of Kirby’s, which resulted in her stumbling back down to the floor. “Fuck, haha,” she giggled, catching herself with her hands before hitting the ground. “You fucking wrecked me. I can’t even walk straight..”

Josh grinned. “All good. Just another opportunity for you to practice your crawling.”

Emiru smiled brightly. “Oo, good call. My master is so smart,” she cooed softly, crawling towards Josh with a seductive look on her face. She reached him and then continued moving in between his legs, kissing his thighs along the way to his cock. “And I’m just a stupid bitch, which is why you’re sitting there like a fucking champion, another notch on your bedpost, and I’m here, burying my dumb face in your massive balls.”

Just as she detailed, Emiru moved forward to smother her face into Josh’s sweaty ballsack. “Mmm, so good..” she moaned, rubbing her face side to side enthusiastically. Her face was completely covered so that even her eyes weren’t visible. “Thank you for filling my butt up with all your delicious cum, balls. That was so kind of you. The.. mwah, mwah, the least I could do is give you a few kisses in return, hehe. Mwah, mwah.”

Josh just watched as the streamer debased herself, completely burying her cute face into his balls with his cock laying on top of her head. He loved that she wasn’t shy about being a slut. He was sure that, after their initial interactions, she would take a lot longer to warm up to him and break out of her hesitant shell, but he was glad that wasn’t the case.

Soft murmurs could be heard from Emiru. “Stupid whore.. stupid.. stupid bitch. Useless. Mwah. That’s all I am.. mwah, mwah. Worthless.. dumb.. a fucking cunt.”

“Keep repeating that to yourself,” Josh chimed in, reinforcing her self-degradation. “I want you to repeat that to yourself 24/7, even when we aren’t together. Just keep reminding yourself how much of a fucking idiot you are.”

Emiru moaned loudly into Josh’s balls, which felt amazing against his sensitive gonads. “Mmm, yes, sir! Thank you for telling me what to think, heh. It’s so rough on my dumb brain to have to randomly come up with stuff. You’re suchhh a good leader.”

Josh reached behind her and slapped her ass. “And arch your ass up higher. You should always bend over with your back arched.”

Emiru immediately fixed her posture so that her ass was raised as much as it could be. “Mwah.. sorry, sir. Yes, sir. Forgive me. I’m so stupid.. mwah, but you already know that, heh.”

Josh grinned at how quickly he managed to completely diminish this cunt in front of him. A few things still needed to be handled, of course. Her boyfriend was one of them. And then he’d have to relocate her to LA. He really hoped that she wouldn’t fight that idea.

Josh allowed her to continue worshiping his balls for a few minutes while he thought things over. Watching her perky ass wag side to side was distracting, but if he wanted to keep this bitch in front of him, he’d have to make plans, so he did his best to not get too distracted.

A while later, Emiru popped her head up and looked him directly in the eyes, drawing his attention.

“So, uh.. does all this mean that you’re in charge of my money, too?” she asked with doe eyes.

Completely caught off guard by her question, Josh hesitated briefly.

This was a topic that he had put off for so long, mostly because he’d be busy taming wild whores, but also because he wasn’t sure about the best way to approach it.

It was a pretty clear-cut consequence in his eyes. If he claimed a girl as his own property, and she followed along with it willingly, then all of her possessions, including her money, would then be his, right?

It seemed like an obvious path to follow, but it was hard to gauge exactly how far anyone would be willing to take this dynamic. Involving finances seemed like the final threshold into making this a full-blown lifestyle choice, and not just a kink.

And the girls he was dealing with were millionaires. Some even multi-millionaires. This wasn’t a few thousand bucks in a savings account. This involved properties, vehicles, shares of companies, and investments. All sorts of illiquid assets that would need to be audited. This would not be a walk in the park to deal with, but every mountain that was ever climbed started with a first step.

With reassured determination, Josh looked right back at Emiru, matched her gaze and replied, “Of course. What the fuck would a dumb cunt like you do with all that money?”

Emi smiled warmly and rolled her eyes back. “Right? I’ve always thought the same thing actually. I have never really known how to use it or like.. invest it, haha.”

“God, the thought of you investing money into anything should be the premise of a horror movie,” Josh belittled her. “Or a fucking comedy, haha. Women and money do not go together at all.”

Emiru giggled and licked the length of his cock, suckling the tip lovingly. “Mhm. We’re too stupid for that kind of stuff. You can take care of the money, and I’ll take care of your balls.. by massaging them with my stupid face, heh. It’s the perfect setup.”

She didn’t waste a second before diving back below and smothering her face with Josh’s massive balls once more. This time, though, her back was arched properly.

Josh closed his eyes and savored the feeling of Emi’s soft face on his scrotum. She was thorough with her massage, making sure that every tiny subsection of her face came in contact with his ball sack before repeating the process all over again. It was a feeling he’d never get tired of.

And that’s when an important question hit him.

“How much money do you have exactly?” Josh asked.

Emiru kissed his balls one last time before backing up and raising her head to look at Josh.

“You mean,” she began to say with an adorable grin on her face, “how much money do you have?”

Josh huffed out a small chuckle. “Right, right. How rich did I just get?”

Emiru smirked slightly. “Uhm.. I don’t really know, I guess. Money just comes in and transfers to my bank on its own. Most of it is just sitting in my bank, but uh.. I think it’s a little over two million dollars.. if you include my Corvette.”

Josh was beyond impressed, but he chose to ignore the dollar figure for now. “Of course we’re including your Corvette. Pretty sure you’re legally too dumb to be driving anyway.”

Emiru giggled at the dismissive insult. “And if I’m not right now, I definitely will be soon. Your fat cock is going to make sure of that, right?”

“Damn right,” Josh smiled at her. Fuck, he loved this bimbo. “We could work on that right now, actually.”

Emiru looked down and saw that Josh’s cock had grown substantially while they spoke. “Mm, yes please! Fuck my face, master. Fuck my face until my brain is completely broken, please and thank you, heh.”

Josh grabbed her by the hair roughly and lined his cock up with her mouth, not giving her a chance to prepare or even get a solid breath of air in her lungs. Almost instantly, he shoved half of his girthy length down her throat, while applying even more pressure to the back of her head.

Her stomach instantly lurched forward, but Josh’s cock blocked any gag reflexes that arose. Who knew the fix to those pesky gag reflexes was just using a little bit of brutality?

With a few love taps to the back of her head, Emiru’s throat was now stuffed with three quarters of Josh’s cock. Her mouth strained open ridiculously, and her eyes were panicked and wide. “Fucking dumb cunt. Look at how stupid you look, haha. This is what you fucking wanted, right?”

All Emiru could do was mumble and moan in response. Her hands were already trying to push back against his thighs, considering that she hadn’t received any warning at all before the brutal throatfuck she was in the initial stages of receiving.

Despite the horrible treatment, Emiru was infatuated. She loved how roughly Josh treated her. No other man would ever consider being as bold as Josh was with her, and that meant that no other man would be able to claim her. Emi wanted to be used like a fucking prostitute, and her leaking cunt was proof of that. She’d never be able to orgasm at the hands of a beta bitch ever again.

Josh had rewired her brain, and she fucking loved it.

But love it or not, she still needed to breathe in order to satisfy Josh the way he wanted, and she had been stupid enough not to get in all the air she could before teasing Josh with a mind-breaking throatjob. He loved the idea of dumbing women down with his cock, and that’s exactly what she was offering. Of course he was about to abuse her throat with every ounce of strength he had. Fuck, she was dumb.

He was forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her gullet, and that’s when she heard a knock.

“Hey, Emi!” a voice said from outside her doorway. “Why the fuck is all your clothes sitting outside of my room?”

It was Mizkif.

Emiru and Josh both looked at each other with wide eyes. For a while, they had forgotten that the rest of the world existed. Being together had forced every other outside thought to dissipate until their sole focus was the companion they were sharing intimacy with. In that delusion, they lost track of time and reason.

Reason that would’ve prevented Emiru from leaving all of her clothes in a heaping fucking pile outside of her boyfriend’s room.

The staredown only lasted a second before Josh’s devious mind took over. Could Miz have barged in at any second? Sure, but Josh had luck on his side.

And so, instead of letting Emiru immediately rise and scramble to conceal their deceit, Josh pushed her head down further, forcing the small raven-haired beauty to swallow the last few inches of his cock. Her nose was plastered against his pelvis and her eyes rolled back briefly.

“Yo, Emi! You streaming?” Miz called out again, accompanied by another knock.

Emiru slapped at Josh’s thighs, but he kept her there, cock lodged deep in her esophagus, showing how much control he had over her. Finally, a full five seconds later, Josh released her.

Lurching upwards and faltering back, Emiru coughed out and caught her breath before mumbling out a reply. “Yeah, yeah, gimme.. gimme a second!”

Watching her panic was too fucking funny. Josh chuckled as he moved to stand up, eager to see how Emiru was going to explain this away. He would’ve helped, but he had no rapport with Miz. Anything he said would’ve been taken with serious suspicion.

Emiru stumbled her way to her closet, quickly pulling an oversized shirt from its hanger and throwing it on before heading towards her door. It went down just far enough to cover her naked cunt. She then glanced towards Josh and rolled her eyes, turning back around towards her closet. A moment later, she exited with a big hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.

“Put those on,” she whispered as sternly as she could, throwing the clothes at the brute standing naked in her room. She immediately bee-lined towards her door and stopped to fix her hair one last time.

Opening her French doors slightly, she curved her body to slip through her doorway, revealing as little of her room as possible. She knew she had to buy time for Josh to get dressed.

“What the hell do you want?” she snapped at Miz, pushing him back away from her door.

He looked her over and gave her an odd glare. “I hope to god you’re not fucking streaming like that,” he scolded her, weary of her questionable outfits during her broadcasts. “I thought we talked about this.”

Emiru immediately rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Ugh, no, what the hell? I’m not even streaming. I would never wear something like this.”

“Never say never,” Miz joked, trying to lighten the mood now that he confirmed she wasn’t unnecessarily showing off her body to thousands of viewers. “Your numbers have been a little low this month. Wouldn’t put it past you.”

Emiru probably would’ve bantered back in the past, but there was something off about their dynamic now. Maybe it was the fact that she was completely infatuated with a hulking alpha male. Or maybe Miz was just lame in comparison.

“Did you really come up here just to slut shame and lecture me about my fucking Twitch stats?” she barked back.

Mizkif could see that she was clearly not in the mood to joke around. “Uh, no, no.. I found your clothes outside my room,” he replied, lifting the articles of clothing in his hand for emphasis.

Emiru sheepishly reached out and took them from her boyfriend’s hands. Realizing that he was the one with a reason to be mad, Miz relaunched his authoritative questioning. “What were they even doing there? Were you fucking naked out in the hallway?”

Emiru hesitated. Her boyfriend wasn’t an idiot. The story she was about to tell would have to be believable, and there was no way he’d accept it without mixing something unusual in. Emi wouldn’t go and take off her clothes downstairs all on her own. Someone else had to be involved.

“Do you remember Josh?” she asked. This sealed the direction her explanation would take.

Miz nodded his head. “Yeah, uh.. Poki’s guy. Her manager or whatever. I was looking for him earlier,” he began to say as he looked down the hallway and towards one of the bedrooms. “Haven’t checked up here though. What about him?”

Emi bit her lip. “Well, we were hanging out.. a little bit, and he dared me.”

Mizkif grew visibly bothered. “You were hanging out?”

“Yeah, yeah.. a little bit,” she reiterated.

“How the hell do you hang out a little bit?” Miz questioned. “And just to be clear, this is the guy I asked you to stay away from, right?”

Emiru knew that he was going to bring that up. “Yes, that’s the one.”

“Right, right,” Miz nodded in frustration. “So just fuck me then, right? What I say isn’t important?”

Emi rolled her eyes, knowing that her boyfriend was about to make this into a big deal. She’d experienced it countless times before, and most of those were far less worthy of an argument than this.

“Miz, it’s not like that. He saw that I was mad about all of the World of Warcraft stuff, so he just wanted to be sure I was okay,” Emi explained. “We talked for a few minutes and that’s it. He left.”

“Only for a few minutes?”

Emi nodded. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“So how the fuck did you end up streaking through the house naked on some bullshit dare in just a few minutes?” Miz continued badgering her.

Fuck. Emi didn’t think that all the way through. “It wasn’t–just.. he was helping distract me. We did like two rounds of truth or dare and that’s it. He’s a fucking musclehead jock. You know the type. The only way he knows how to empathize is with stupid frat party games,” Emi replied, doing her best to remain sincere.

“But he got you fucking naked, Emi. How are you not seeing what’s wrong with that?” Miz spat back angrily.

Emiru rolled her eyes. He did a lot more than just get me naked, dumbfuck. “He didn’t see anything! I had my bathrobe ready at the end of the hall and he was waiting here,” she replied, signaling to their current spot outside of her bedroom door. She was tired of dealing with Miz’s incessant whining, so she went on the offensive. “And he fucking did it for you!”

Mizkif threw his hands in the air. “Oh yeah, that’s fucking believable. He got you naked for my benefit. Hah! Fucking great. Do you even hear yourself?”

“You prick, it’s fucking true! I told him that we were fighting about WoW, and he said it was stupid. That it was just a game, and if I wanted to be a good girlfriend, I should go to your bedroom butt naked and knock on your door. That was the dare.”

Miz was caught open-mouthed, unable to find a reply.

“Yeah, exactly,” Emiru continued, calling him out on his silence. “So that’s what I did, and you didn’t fucking answer. I knocked for so long, too. I was going to fuck your brains out.”

Mizkif’s anger instantly turned into guilt. Had it really been his own fault? He must’ve fallen asleep super early or something, and considering the fact that he was a heavy sleeper, it was very plausible that he slept through Emi’s knocking. “Why didn’t you just walk in? Why the hell were you knocking?”

Emiru rolled her eyes. “It was supposed to be a surprise! Imagine how sexy it would have been if you opened your door and I was standing there completely naked? You would’ve loved it!”

Miz took a brief pause to imagine the scene in his head, and she was right. He had been carrying around blue balls the whole day, so having Emiru serve herself on a fucking silver platter would’ve been a wet dream come true. The pills he had been taking for his erectile dysfunction were finally working, but he hadn’t gotten a chance to reap the benefits with Emi.

“And then I heard someone down the hall,” Emi continued, “so I fucking booked it and ran back upstairs.”

Again, Mizkif was stumped. She managed to explain everything away, even the clothes that she had to leave behind.

Emiru went on the offensive once more. Seeing that the power dynamic had shifted, she wanted to take full advantage. “I don’t get why you always want to fucking fight all the time. I hate fighting, Miz! I’ve told you so many times. I get fucking stressed over it. My chat is always memeing me about going bald, but if we keep this up, I don’t think it’s going to be a meme anymore. I might actually go fucking bald,” Emiru lamented, pausing dramatically before her final sentence. “I don’t think I can deal with your bullshit anymore.”

She was panting. Her outburst was understandably full of raw emotions.

The sirens in Mizkif’s head started to go off. He had just gone from being angry, to guilty, and now.. terrified.

Terrified of losing Emiru.

The whole conversation sounded far too familiar. It was just like the one he’d had with his ex two and a half years prior. The one that sent him into his spiral with depression and steroids. He couldn’t go through that again. He just couldn’t.

“No, no, no. Hey, I blew this up way too much, okay?” Miz urged in a quick turnaround. “It just seemed fucking weird. You can see that, right? I mean, all your clothes, your fucking panties even.. all laying outside my room as if someone just tore them off of you. I mean, it sounds crazy, but how was I supposed to know you were being dared to come surprise me like that?”

Emi looked down with an Oscar-worthy pout. “You weren’t supposed to know. You’re supposed to come to me and ask, trusting that your girlfriend of two years isn’t some whore getting randomly naked in a house full of guys. How can I stay in a relationship with someone who doesn’t even trust me?”

Mizkif could tell that Emi was really hurt. She usually fought back and matched his energy, which tended to escalate their arguments. It wasn’t like her to get sad like this.

“Emi, Emi, look at me, okay? I’m sorry. You’re right. We fight way too much, and this was my fault. I assumed things that I shouldn’t have assumed. That’s over, okay? I’m sorry.. it won’t happen again.”

There was a brief pause, which simultaneously increased Mizkif’s nerves and Emiru’s bargaining power.

“So you’re really sorry? And you’ll stop trying to start arguments all the time?” Emi asked, subconsciously pinning the blame all on him.

Mizkif was more than happy to make amends by adhering to her simple agreement. “Yes, of course. Of course.”

“And you’ll fucking trust me more?” Emi asked, pushing the limits of his apology.

“Yes, yes, I’ll trust you more. We will discuss things like normal civil adults before, uh.. before any accusations are made or whatever. I promise.”

Emiru beamed with happiness.

“Okay, great. Can you apologize to Josh now and thank him for trying to be your wingman last night?” she asked, immediately opening her door and leading Miz into her room. Miz reluctantly followed her in and watched as his girlfriend marched over to the oversized hunk sitting in her desk chair. He swiveled around to face them, and Emiru positioned herself right next to him, placing one hand on his strong shoulder.

Josh was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, leaving his muscular torso uncovered. Emi herself was only wearing her extra large shirt, and Miz could swear that he could see the outline of her erect nipples that hadn’t been visible before, as if they just got hard recently for whatever reason.

“Apologize, and thank him,” Emiru politely demanded with a smirk on her face, completely unbothered by the half-naked man in her room. The situation was so fucked, and Emiru’s pussy was going haywire from the depravity of it all. She was asking her boyfriend to thank the man who just turned her into a braindead, freeuse fuck toy. The man she had cheated on him with, and would continue to cheat on him with until Josh ended their long term relationship.

Josh, for his part, appeared undeterred by it all. Mizkif didn’t present a threat now that he had Emiru completely brainwashed. “How’s it going, man?” Josh leaned forward to bump fists with Miz.

“Hey, yeah.. good, good,” Miz mumbled out, cowardly reciprocating the gesture and doing his best to figure out what was happening. “Uh, why are you in here, exactly?”

Josh wasn’t sure what ruse Emiru had set up, so he simply turned to her and asked, “You didn’t tell him?”

She facepalmed in response. “Fuck. Sorry, I can be so dumb sometimes,” she said with a cheeky little glance over to Josh. It was an innocent enough comment, but it had entire layers worth of backstory that only two of the people in her room knew about. “He needed a computer setup to work on some manager things.. you know, business stuff with Pokimane, so I offered my computer!”

“Oh,” Mizkif replied with a feigned smile. His entire body was screaming with jealousy. With the way Emiru and Josh were both dressed, or not dressed, it kind of looked like they had just rolled out of bed together. And now that he thought about it, Emiru’s hair was kind of messy..

But he couldn’t say anything. Not outright. He had just finished promising that he would trust her more. “Gotcha, makes total sense,” Miz added. “Do you, uh.. do you have a lot of shit to get done or.. will you be done soon?”

It was clear that he was asking how soon Josh would be leaving Emiru’s room.

Josh shook his head. “Sorry, man. I might be stuck here for a while. I just started on this new project, and it’s been a real bitch to deal with so far,” Josh explained as Emiru smirked, knowing that she was the project and the bitch he was referring to. “You might not see me leave this room for another twelve.. maybe twenty-four hours.”

Miz faked a small laugh. “Twenty-four hours, huh? Stuck in here? I’m sure you can take a break or something, hah. I know Poki, and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“Then you don’t know her as well as you thought,” Josh replied. “She’s very friendly, sure, but when it comes to her business.. her brand deals, partnerships, etcetera, she can be a cold bitch, and I like my job. I want to keep my job, see?”

Emiru rubbed Josh’s shoulder out of empathy. “Awh, I can only imagine! Poki is like.. the face of streaming for women. I could see her being a bitch when it comes to that stuff. She has to be! So, yeah.. you can totally spend as much time in my room as you need, okay? Whatever you need to take care of, make sure it gets done right.”

Her cunt twitched at the double meaning in her sentence. She was the it that had to be taken care of the right way.

Josh grinned at her. “Thank you, Emi. Might be pulling an all-nighter in here, if that’s cool?”

“Are you kidding? Of course it’s cool,” Emiru replied, much to Mizkif’s dismay. “I have a blow up mattress in my closet that.. actually, hmm. It can be a little loud when you’re inflating it. And if you won’t finish up until late at night, I don’t want you waking me up!”

“I would hate to bother you while you’re sleeping,” Josh replied. The contrast in their conversations now that Miz was present was nothing short of hilarious, but the pair kept their cool. One stray smirk could ruin the facade.

“Ugh, fine,” Emi rolled her eyes and smiled before looking at her boyfriend. “Josh has been trying to convince me all morning that he needs to sleep in my bed, and I can’t think of a better solution, so fine, fine,” she said, turning to look back at Josh. “Whenever you’re finished with Poki’s stuff, you can, very quietly, join me in my bed.”

Josh clenched his fist and shook it victoriously. “Yes, haha,” he said, gloating before looking at Miz. “She’s way too easy, man.”

Emiru slapped his arm, open-mouthed. “Jerk! Haha, I’m not easy. I didn’t say anything was going to happen in that bed, did I?”

Josh chuckled back at her. “Sure, sure.. I sleep completely naked, by the way.”

“Oh my god,” Emi replied, rolling her eyes as if it was a playful jab and not overtly suggestive. A feel-good shockwave coursed through her veins before she could reply. The illicit nature of their bold conversation was impacting her physically. “I mean, if you’re more comfortable that way, that’s fine. Uh, have you always.. how long have you been sleeping in the nude?”

“Uhh,” Josh muttered as he considered his response. “Since about ten seconds ago.”

Emiru’s cunt was dripping. She rolled her eyes again and giggled, knowing that her boyfriend was about to blow a gasket if she didn’t acknowledge him. “Don’t worry, Miz. Nothing is going to happen. He’s just being silly.”

Mizkif was almost distraught. They were flirting as if he wasn’t even there, and Emiru was completely infatuated by Josh’s charm.

“Hey guys, let’s not.. I mean,” Mizkif finally found his voice and butted in. “We have plenty of spare bedrooms, you know? I don’t think..”

Emiru shot him a dirty look. “You really expect him to walk all the way to a different room after slaving away for Poki all day? In the middle of the night?”

“Uh,” Miz mumbled. His protest had been the most sane way to react to an insane situation. He should’ve been angry. He should have been pissed. What Emiru and Josh were talking about was completely ridiculous. Reason had left the room entirely.

But he didn’t want to escalate things now that he was on a short leash with his girlfriend. “I don’t see what the big deal is. It only takes a few seconds to walk to–”

“No, Miz,” Emi replied sternly. “Absolutely not. He’s our guest, and we should accommodate him. Imagine if we send him back to LA and Poki hears about how badly we treated him? Making him stumble around in the middle of the night to find his room? I’ll fucking die of embarrassment. Hell no. He’s sleeping in my bed, naked or not naked, whatever he prefers.”

“Your bed is tiny,” Mizkif tried to reason, waving over to her twin-sized mattress. “There’s no way the two of you will even fit comfortably.”

He was speaking from experience now. He had spent many nights in Emiru’s bed with her, and even they had a bit of trouble with space, despite him only being five foot six and a hundred and sixty-five pounds. Josh was remarkably larger at six foot six and two hundred and fifty pounds. He’d struggle with space even if he was alone.

Emiru glanced over to her bed and shrugged her shoulders. “We will if I lay on top of him.”

For this, Miz had no response. He just stood there, mouth slightly agape and stunned. The situation had unraveled so quickly and so completely. Josh and Emiru continued talking, spurned on by the idea of sleeping on top of each other. He could hear his girlfriend giggle at whatever Josh was saying, but Miz couldn’t make it out. There was a high pitched sound that tuned their voices into mere white noise.

He eventually shook himself out of his daze.

His girlfriend was still giggling. “You’re not even going to try keeping your hands to yourself, are you? Hehe.”

“Can you blame me?” Josh asked before reaching his hand around and slipping it up the bottom of her oversized shirt, copping a feel of her perky butt and drawing a surprised squeal from the streamer. “But don’t worry. I’ll wait until you’re sleeping before helping myself. At least that way you can claim some level of ignorance with your little boyfriend here.”

Emiru stifled a giggle and immediately shot a guilty look over Mizkif, who finally spoke up once more. “Emi, do you.. do you mind following me out to, uh.. the kitchen? Need your help with something.”

“But I’m talking with Josh,” Emi began to complain before Josh jumped in.

“No, it’s fine. I’m hungry anyway. Could you make me a sandwich or something?” Josh asked before turning his chair back towards the computer, expecting the answer to be positive.

“Of course! I’ll be right back,” she said before following Miz out into the hallway.

Emiru was a little nervous. She could basically hear Miz’s frustration. Steam was coming out of his ears, but she had to remember, she had the upper hand when it came to arguments.

Once they were half way down the hallway, Emi broke the silence. “Hey, fuck.. sorry, Miz. It’s freezing out here. I’m going to put on my pajamas. One second!”

She immediately turned around and headed back to her bedroom. Miz could only protest in silence.

He stomped towards the kitchen to try to gather his thoughts, confident that Emiru wouldn’t take any longer than a minute’s time. He had a million questions in his head. The first of which was ‘what the fuck?’, which also probably covered his second and third question as well.

It’s all he wanted to know. What the fuck had just happened in that room?

He took a deep breath and tried to give Emiru the benefit of the doubt. She’s a friendly person. She likes making people feel comfortable. That’s it. That’s all it was. And when she got back, he’d ask a few questions, clear the air, and respool the thread onto this fucked up thimble of a situation. Easy peasy.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

Emiru’s hands joined together at the small of her back as Josh ravaged her throat, energetically thrusting his cock in and out of her tiny throat as if it was the last throat he’d ever get to enjoy. The pleasure was immediate as Emiru began to choke right off the rip, forming a tight grip on the length of Josh’s fat cock.

“Fucking whore, haha. Came back just to get choked by my cock, huh?” Josh grunted, jackhammering his behemoth cock into Emiru’s throat with an animalistic frenzy. Her head bobbed up and down at an incredible speed, aided by Josh’s strong grip on her hair and careless attitude for her well-being.

Time was limited, so he held nothing back. Emiru's eyes ping ponged constantly to the back of her skull every time Josh’s cock bottomed out in her throat. Her brain short-circuited each time Josh went balls deep with her, and she loved the feeling of going dumb on his cock.

“You like being a cheating slut, don’t you?” Josh growled out, not giving her a moment of respite to answer. “You’d rather get facefucked to high hell than listen to that faggot for even a second, even though I treat you like shit, haha. You really are a fucking idiot.”

Finally, Josh raised her head by her hair off his cock and slapped her three times in rapid succession. Emiru was caught off guard but let out a delirious giggle.

“Hehe, ah! Yes, daddy, yes.. I’m an idiot for your cock, hehe. Getting facefucked is so much better than listening to my boyfriend while like a little bitch. I’d much rather be here with you, hehe. I.. I fucking love when you use me. Slap me, rape me, treat me like a fucking object. I’m a dumb cunt for your cock–”

Josh needed no further persuasion. He jammed his cock between her lips and continued skullfucking her mercilessly, enjoying the panicked and struggling expressions on her dumb face.

“Fucking stupid bitch. Take my fucking cock bitch. This is your every day now. This is the most useful you’ll ever fucking be,” he continued berating her. “I can hear your fucking cunt dripping on the ground, too. You like being a throat slave, huh?”

Of course, the only sound to be heard was the constantly gluck glucks that her throat forcibly echoed out.

“Fucking cunt. You look so fucking stupid, haha,” Josh laughed as he rammed his mighty cock deep inside of Emiru’s gullet. He lifted her head once more and slapped her, not caring what evidence was left behind. The streamer only smiled and giggled, clearly high off of the throat abuse and lack of oxygen.

“Your faggot is waiting for you, slut,” Josh replied, slapping her one last time and letting go of her hair so that she collapsed to her side.

Emiru looked visibly upset. “But.. but.. but you didn’t even cum!” she begged, crawling back between his legs and nuzzling her face into his nuts. “What kind.. guh, uh,” she gasped for air, still trying to regain her senses. “What kind of stupid cunt whore would I be if I didn’t make your big, perfect balls unload all over my dumb face? And in my eyes? I’ll let you cum right in my eyes. Both of them! Please!”

“Your cuck is waiting,” Josh repeated.

“Fuck him. I don’t care about him. I don’t care if he walks in and catches you using me like a fucking fleshlight. I just want your cum on my face. It would feel so good! I need your cum on my face.”

Josh grinned at her commitment. “Good. I’m glad you feel that way,” he replied, warming Emiru’s pout into a loving smile. “But it’s fun to fuck with him, so you’re going fix your hair, wipe that spit off your face, and tell him that everything’s okay. Lie, say whatever bullshit you want, but make sure you’re making my sandwich at the same time. I’m fucking starving. And don’t make anything for yourself. Whores don’t eat food. I’ll feed you a big load of my cum when you get back.”

Emiru pouted once more but knew better than to disobey. She nodded and kissed his balls one last time. “Mm, I love when you tell me exactly what to do. Makes it super duper easy on my dumb girl brain, hehe. I’ll be right back, master.”

Josh slapped her ass as she walked off, earning an adorable yelp from the ditzy streamer.

Emiru locked eyes with Miz as soon as she entered the hallway, having already fixed her appearance. She no longer felt anxious. Josh’s cock had cured her stress problem. She knew an argument was coming, and it didn’t even matter anymore.

Miz didn’t matter anymore.

Except.. he didn’t know he didn’t matter, and her master wanted her to keep it that way.. keep stringing her boyfriend along. So she would have to play the part.

Mizkif watched as Emiru walked into the kitchen and immediately began taking out ingredients for a sandwich. One thing stood out to him more than anything else.

She wasn’t wearing the pajama pants that she specifically left for.

Still, he approached it carefully, “Hey, uhm.. what happened? Did you lose your pants on the way here? Hah.”

Emiru was basically humming with joy. Nothing could spoil her mood. Not after Josh promised to deposit a big fat load of semen directly into her stomach.

“Oops,” she replied. “Must’ve forgotten. I can be a little silly sometimes, you know?”

“Why are you talking like that?” Miz asked and realized there were bigger issues to address. “You know what.. nevermind. Emi, can you please just.. stop for a second and talk to me?”

Emiru was busy thinking about what ingredients Josh would like on his sandwich. Was he a tomato guy? Did he like his sandwiches heavy with mayonnaise or light? Would he appreciate pickles the way she appreciated his godly pickle? So many decisions.

“Uh, what? Sorry,” Emi replied absent-mindedly.

Miz sighed. His girlfriend was on another planet. “Can you please stop for a second and talk to me?”

Emiru shook her head, remembering that Josh specifically told her to make his sandwich while she lied to her boyfriend. “Sorry, Josh is hungry.”

Mizkif could feel his temper growing, but the thought of Emi breaking up with him quelled that anger all too quickly.

“Okay, okay, fine. Could you make me one too, then? While you’re at it?” he asked, trying to make her task a little less embarrassing for him. This was his girlfriend after all, and she was making the fucking frat prick in her room a goddamn sandwich. “I haven’t eaten anything yet today.”

Emiru sighed and gave him a half smile. She didn’t want it to seem like she was playing favorites. “Sure, no problem, Miz. What, uh.. what did you want to talk about? I can multitask,” she replied before grabbing another plate and taking out two more pieces of bread.

She had already slathered mayonnaise onto Josh’s bread slices and returned the jar to the fridge, and she didn’t want to repeat that process and delay the arrival of Josh’s food any more than necessary, so Mizkif’s sandwich would have to go without. She smirked when she remembered one significant detail about Miz’s sandwiches: he hated when they were dry.

“What the hell’s going on with you two?” Miz asked her. “I mean, you’re acting so weird! You’re way too comfortable around him, don’t you think?”

Emiru stacked several slices of deli ham onto Josh’s sub, leaving only one last slice in the package for Miz. It was so thin that it was slightly translucent, and Emiru laughed to herself. It was mean, but she loved it. She loved treating Josh better and giving him things that she should only be giving to her boyfriend. Of course, that statement went further than just ingredients on a sandwich, but it was still fun.

She was cucking him even with food.

“He’s just a nice guy,” Emiru finally responded. “Well, actually.. no. He’s kind of an asshole, hehe, but I like it! And I told you, he was helping me out last night and distracting me after you were freaking yelling and embarrassing me in front of the whole stream. Thousands of people, Miz! It was a lot, and Josh helped me. I probably wouldn’t have even talked to him if you weren’t being a douchebag.”

“Okay, okay,” Mizkif replied, waving off the past discussion points. “What about the sleeping thing? He’s going to sleep in your fuck–.. in your bed?”

He did his best to control his anger, knowing that an outburst could be devastating for his relationship.

Emiru continued humming happily to herself. “Uhhh,” she uttered, considering her response. “Yes, he’s going to be sleeping with me. In my bed.”

Mizkif paused there, trying to think of any scenario where that’d be okay. “And he’s going to be naked?”

Emi shrugged. “I can’t control if he takes off his clothes. Naked or not, he’s going to be in my bed, next to me. No, wait, under me. I think you were right. The bed is way too small for the two of us, so I’ll probably sleep on top of him.”

“You’re going to mount him, basically?”

“Hmm, yup,” Emi replied.

She spoke so nonchalantly, as if they were discussing the weather or some other insignificant thing.

“Do you, uh.. do you really not see what’s wrong with that?” he replied calmly.

Emi shook her head as if everything about the idea was fine and dandy. “No? What would be wrong with that?” she asked. “His pecs are huge, so I’m sure they’ll make nice pillows. Plus, it’ll be nice and warm with an extra body in there since Russell always keeps it so cold at night. It’s perfect! And it’s only for a day or two.”

After a brief moment of silence from Miz, Emiru continued. “You’re not worried about what I think you’re worried about, right?”

Some of Mizkif’s anger turned into fear for a split second. “I’m not worried about anything. I just don’t want my girlfriend to be in bed with a naked fucking ogre.”

Emiru looked at him oddly. “He’s not an ogre. Ogres are ugly.”

Miz sighed. “Yeah, and what? He’s not ugly? You think he’s hot?”

She looked at him with sly glare and raised her brows. “C’mon. Even you have to admit he’s hot.”

He threw his hands up, frustrated at the lack of progress being made. “Yeah, he’s a fucking hunk. Whatever, Emi. That’s besides the–”

“Aha!” Emi called out. “See? I told you. He is hot! You know, maybe Josh was right about you. You keep thinking about him naked in bed with me, you think he’s hot.. I thought he was just trying to make fun of you, but maybe he was right. Maybe you are a.. uh, nevermind.”

She decided to stop that trail of thought before it brought more trouble, but it was too late.

“No, no, go on,” Mizkif urged her, eager to see what the motherfucker holed up in her room was saying about him. “Maybe I’m a what? Go on, please. Tell me what he said.”

Emiru hesitated but after some more prodding from her boyfriend, she finally gave in. “He called you a faggot,” she answered succinctly. “Or.. was it a fucking faggot? I’m not sure, but he definitely called you a faggot.”

Mizkif was floored. And confused. Pokimane’s manager said that? In a conversation with Emi?

“He called me a faggot?” Miz asked for clarification, almost in disbelief.

Emiru nodded with a cute smile. “Yup, but only three or four times. Maybe five. It wasn’t a big deal.”

“Five times? What the hell?” Miz asked, trying to get more information about their interactions. “And what did you say exactly?”

Emiru smirked before responding. “I think I laughed a little bit. It caught me off guard, hehe.”

Mizkif’s anger boiled as his girlfriend topped the sandwiches with the remaining bread pieces. Josh’s was covered with ample mayo and mustard and Miz’s was barren as the Sahara. She smiled at the two noticeably different sandwiches and couldn’t help but notice how much they resembled the two men in her life. Josh’s sandwich was stacked high with an abundance of lettuce, avocado, tomato slices, American cheese, and ham. The ingredients on Mizkif’s sandwich could barely even be seen from the side. One small layer of each topping, mostly leftovers from the prep, and that was it.

Just like the sandwiches, Josh was physically taller and well-built. Miz was more disappointing in comparison, so it only made sense that his lunch was, too. She quickly emptied a bag of chips onto both plates as the conversation continued.

“Don’t you think you should’ve defended me? Being my girlfriend and all,” Mizkif replied with a slight hint of sarcasm.

“Uh, no,” Emiru replied as she lifted both plates. “Josh isn’t really a guy you argue with. When he says something, you kind of just go along with it. Can’t really explain it. Sorry, babe, but maybe it’s not a bad thing? Like, maybe faggot is just his nickname for you. He gave me a few nicknames and I love them!”

Mizkif had no response this time. He sunk into his seat and stewed in anger.

Emiru then moved around the kitchen island to hand Miz his sandwich, hoping that would ease his obvious frustration, but she paused.

It seemed wrong. Wrong to give Mizkif his food before serving Josh.

So she didn’t. Instead, she turned towards the hallway with both plates in hand and marched to her room.

“Hey, I’ll take mine.. if it’s done,” Mizkif called out meekly.

But Emiru’s pace didn’t even slow down as she responded. “Sorry, Josh said he wanted his asap! I’ll be back!”

Miz just threw his hands up in defeat. His girlfriend was behaving so strangely, and every moment that passed made him more suspicious. Why not just hand him his sandwich? She was only a few feet away. Why the hell was Josh such a priority to her? When did his needs become more important?

“Hiii, master,” Emiru cooed as she kicked the door behind her closed. Josh was still sitting in her gaming chair, except now, he was completely naked and masturbating his giant cock. And there was porn playing on her computer. “Mm, working on that big load you promised me, huh?”

“Yup,” he replied with a smirk. “I’m close. Gonna shoot this whole thing into those anime eyes of yours.”

Emi bit her lip as she walked towards him. “Oh my god, hehe. I won’t be able to see for a whole day!”

“But it’ll be hot,” Josh responded, jacking his girthy dick from the base to the tip. “That’s worth getting blinded for, right?”

Emiru felt her cunt surge with desire. She clamped her thighs together just to keep from leaking onto the floor. She wanted to taste his cock. She wanted it to invade her mouth, her cunt, and her ass. She wanted it to make her go dumb.

“Mmm, if it makes you happy, then of course it’s worth it,” Emi cooed as she set down both plates on the desk and leaned over at the waist to kiss the tip of Josh’s cock. “I’m yours after all. Mwah. Just a toy for you to play with. Mwah. A stupid toy. Mwah. A brainless toy. Mwah. You can do whateverrr you want to me, hehe. Mwah.”

“Fuck,” Josh muttered as he watched the pretty streamer debase herself. He still hadn’t gotten over how pretty Emiru was.

Josh released his grip and let Emi continue her kisses down his shaft and towards his balls. She sucked on them eagerly and released them with a plop before speaking up. “Didn’t you say you were going to dump your load in my tummy? Feed me your cum? You can’t do that if you shoot it in my eyes, mister. A slut has to eat too, you know.”

Josh groaned. She was right, but his plans had changed. He wanted to dump his load in her eyes and on her face instead. It seemed like the more degrading option, which meant that it was also the more fun option.

Before responding, he looked around and noticed the two sandwiches. “Well, you ignored me anyway. I told you not to make yourself anything to eat.”

Emi cocked her cute head in confusion before following Josh’s eyeline and seeing the food she had prepared.

“Oh! That second sandwich isn’t for me. I might be a bit of a bitch sometimes, but I wouldn’t do something you told me not to do!” Emiru exclaimed. “It’s for Mizkif. He was whining about you again. No idea why,” she said with a devious smirk, licking the length of Josh’s cock to emphasize her sarcasm. “So I had to make him a sandwich just so he would stop crying.”

“You made him a sandwich?” Josh asked as if she had just cheated on him. The reality was much different, given that they were the two engaging in disloyal behavior, but delusion was often a side effect of excessive confidence.

Emiru got nervous for a second. “Uh.. yes, but trust me, it’s not good! Look at it. It’s so small compared to yours.. see? I promise it won’t even taste good. I didn’t put any mayonnaise in it, so it’s going to be super dry, too.”

Josh’s face slowly changed as he considered his next move. A sly smile appeared, and Emiru couldn’t figure out why. “Uh, what’s that look for?”

With a nod, he began to explain, “Well, I just feel so bad that you’ve been cheating on him with me. I’m starting to feel guilty, you know?”

“Really?” Emiru asked skeptically.

Josh continued. “And now you’re going to give him a dry sandwich? No way. That’s where I draw the line, slut. That thing’s going to be slathered with his favorite condiment before you serve it to him.”

Emiru furrowed her brows in confusion as she slapped his meaty dick against her cheek. “His favorite.. condim–” she began to say, deciphering the scheme that Josh was planning. She then looked at his cock and then down at his balls.

Her voice faded as she studied Josh’s smirk more. The dots began to connect in her small brain.

“Oh! Oh.. oh my god, Josh! You don’t mean..”

“I do mean.”

Emiru thought it over for a second. “But that’d be so fucked up! So, so fucked up. I mean, cheating on him is one thing, but putting your.. stuff.. in his food? That’s a little too far, no?”

“Who cares? It’ll be funny,” Josh responded callously.

“Uh, really?” Emiru asked with uncertainty. “Funny? Feeding my boyfriend.. your cum.. hmm. Making him swallow all of your gooey sperm.. the sperm that’s going to come out of these big, big balls, hehe,” she pondered playfully as she gave Josh’s balls a few loving smooches. “I guess it’d be kind of funny. Like a prank. A really twisted prank, but.. I don’t know. I just feel like that’s too far. He’s still my boyfriend, you know? I like.. I like cheating on him, and I’ll do anything you say, daddy, but.. but..”

Josh shook his head. “But nothing. This thing we’re doing, it needs one hundred percent of your commitment. You can’t be hot and cold with this.”

Emiru bit her lip before responding. “He’s going to taste it..”

“That’s the point,” Josh replied as he took hold of his cock again and began jacking off right in Emi’s face.

“He’s going to taste it and realize what it is!” Emi argued, antsy about their illicit behavior being discovered.

“Yeah? Does he fucking eat cum that often that he’d be able to figure out the flavor immediately?” Josh asked with increasing annoyance.

Emiru hesitated slightly before giving him a sly smirk. “Heh.. well, you keep implying that he’s gay. Maybe he eats his own cum or something..”

“And you think his pathetic cuck cum tastes anything like mine?” Josh demanded, almost in offense.

Emiru snickered at the comment before responding. “No, no.. there’s no way. You guys are basically two different species. I wouldn’t know for sure though because you haven’t fed me your cum yet! I want to taste it! I want it all over me and in me and on me, daddy! I don’t think I’m asking for too much here!”

She was persistent. Josh gave her that. “Help me out with this, and I’ll feed you so much cum later, you’ll be drowning in it. Literally.”

The idea alone was enough to rush glee into every crevice of Emiru’s petite body. “Fuck.. I can’t wait, heh. Fine! Let’s do it. Where should we start? Where do you want me? What should I–”

Josh wasted no time. He hurriedly grabbed Emiru by the hair and pushed the head of his cock past her lips, stuffing his massive dick as deep as it could go and silencing her voice abruptly. Her eyes immediately rolled back as he reached the first throat barrier, but they returned to normal shortly after. Emi’s hands grabbed for his knees to brace herself, but a few slaps to her cheek reminded her that Josh preferred when she had zero control.

“No hands, you dumb bitch,” Josh barked out as his motions gained speed, initiating a barrage of thrusts that sent his cock in and out of her throat. Her mouth stretched around the girth of his cock obscenely and

He punctuated every other word with a brutal cock slam, sending her mind reeling with masochistic pleasure. “I want you to be fucking helpless,” he continued. “I want you to feel like you're a fucking object.. no thoughts, no voice, no say in what happens to you. FUCK! DUMB BITCH! Just get fucking used and be happy about it. That’s what a good bitch would do, and you’re a good bitch, right?”

Emiru moaned, sending vibrations along the length of Josh’s angry cock. She quickly positioned her hands behind the small of her back and kept them there.

“Gggluh ggglrrggghh,” was all that could be heard as the glucking babble took over any response that Emiru tried to make.

For the next minute, she was at Josh’s mercy.

Which was nonexistent. He was always the most careless when his orgasm was near, going as far as to risk the well-being of his partner just for a few extra seconds of warm, wet, tight-throated sexual bliss, and this time was no different. Emiru’s spasming throat might as well have been an inanimate fleshlight with how reckless Josh was using it.

“Fucking take it. Fucking take it, you dumb bitch. I don't give a fuck about you, and you're letting me treat you like this, haha. Women are so fucking stupid,” Josh roared confidently. “Every single one of you. Every stupid bitch like you deserves to get treated just like this. Isn’t that right, cunt?”

Josh slapped her face until she moaned out in agreement.

He smirked at the outline of his cock gorging Emi’s throat, making it bulge and deflate as he thrusted in and out.

“You get treated like shit, and you let it happen,” Josh badgered, slapping the side of Emiru’s face to add to the humiliation. “That’s why I’m going to take everything from you, and you’ll thank me. You’ll fucking thank me for keeping you as my fucking slave, you dumb bitch. Dumb fucking cocksucking whore!”

“Mmm hmmpff,” Emi mumbled in a sporadic reply. Her head was currently bobbing up and down at the speed of lightning, so there wasn’t much she could add to the topic besides a few mumbles.

Her hair flew about erratically as her mouth was used as a masturbation device. Spit flowed down, making the whole situation that much messier.

Josh could feel the orgasm building in his balls, so he sped up his throat abuse for a few more seconds before burying himself balls deep. Emiru’s face visibly strained as she struggled to hold the massive cock in her throat. Josh slapped her face a few times, adding to the list of her struggles.

But the most important struggle on that list was the lack of air, of course, and it was getting more problematic by the second. Emiru’s adorable face began panicking. Her hands fidgeted behind her back before her instincts forced them forward to slap at Josh’s thighs.

She wanted to be a good girl. She wanted to do exactly as Josh expected of her and remain still with her hands at her back, but it was impossible. When her consciousness was being threatened, no amount of resistance could prevent her natural instinct to fight back against the aggressor.

Even if she wanted her aggressor to treat her like shit.

The escape attempt made Josh smile. Emiru was so weak in comparison that she had no chance of freeing herself without his permission. Her little feet kicked below her butt in her kneeled position, further demonstrating her body’s growing panic.

“Just two more minutes,” Josh said, exaggerating the time before his impending climax would arrive. He was much closer in reality, but the update would surely freak Emiru out. “No air, no breathing, just cock for two more minutes. And if you fucking pass out, I’ll add another minute, so don’t be a selfish bitch. Don’t fucking pass out.”

Josh sat back and savored the sight as Emiru’s panic immediately intensified. He’d never grow tired of having power over a beautiful woman, but using that power recklessly and wantonly without the fear of repercussions was a feeling unlike any other. He wanted to push every single boundary that Emiru set with him and laugh in her stupid face at the same time.

Emiru’s eyes had long since passed the point of widening and alarm. They were growing weak, fluttering and rolling back into her skull. She was seconds away from going limp altogether and Josh’s cruel laughter was not helping, but luckily for her, he finally, at long last, reached his climax. Her tight, spasming, wet throat had done just enough to bring him over the edge. And since he wasn’t planning on blowing his load in her stomach, which would have certainly added at least another minute or two to her try-to-stay-conscious challenge, he finally released her.

Josh let go of the oxygen-starved girl, sending her stumbling back and reeling for air and composure. As she coughed and hacked about, Josh stood up and slid the plate with his own sandwich off to the side to avoid the incoming torrent of cum.

Emiru finally finished her coughing fit and looked on to catch the last few ropes of cum being shot onto her boyfriend’s food and her desk. As fucked as the situation was, all she could think about was how big Josh’s cock looked from her angle. He was a goliath of a man with the dick to match, and the impressive sight shot endless surges of lust straight to her aching cunt.

“Oh my god! Guh.. you.. you’re always so rough with me.. heh. I’m not even–cough, cough.. I’m not even a girl to you. I’m just a toy.. a sex toy, heh,” she sputtered out in her giggly voice as she clumsily rose to her feet. “That was soooo intense! I really thought you were trying to kill me with your cock, heh. Is it, uh.. is it going to be like that every time?”

Josh shook his cock, flicking the last few drops of cum onto Mizkif’s sandwich and chips before turning towards the pretty streamer. He stepped towards her and offered his cock so that she could suck him clean.

Emi gladfully bent over to take his cock in her mouth as Josh unnecessarily snatched a bunch of her hair to keep her painfully in place.

“Ahh yeah, just like that. Get every last drop out, you dumb bitch,” he barked out, ignoring her stupid question.

She suckled the tip of his fat cock and milked the last few stops of semen out with her small hands. “Mmphf, umm.. masterrrrr, I’m just curious! Are you going to be super harsh like this every time? Just.. just so I can know what to expect..”

“Like this? What we just did? Haha, that was nothing. I was tempted to keep my cock buried in your throat until your stupid girl brain shut off, and then really skull fuck the shit out of you for a while longer. Unfortunately, we’ve got a little mission on our hands.”

Emiru pictured the vivid scene in her head, and lightning bolts of thrill shot directly towards her dripping cunt.

“Uh! Oh my.. really? That’s so.. jesus. You wouldn’t even give my little throat a break after I pass out?” Emiru asked with equal parts fascination and disbelief.

Josh nearly scoffed. “Why the fuck would I do that? You’re my slave and you’re a fucking woman. You were built to take cock. You were meant to choke on cock every single minute, every single hour of every day. I’m making you useful. If you think about it, it’d kinda be rude of me to not fuck your throat after you pass out.”

Emiru was amazed at his relentless line of misogynistic reasoning. “Right. It’d be rude to let me breathe..” she said, letting her voice die out as she focused on sucking Josh’s cock once again.

Part of her didn’t fully agree with what Josh said. He seemed to not give a single fuck about what happened to her. His sexual ego was the only thing that mattered to him.

At the same time, she found the idea exhilarating. She truly was a sex toy to him. Nothing more, maybe less. He was going to use her just like he would an inanimate object that was created for male pleasure. No one would ever check on a fleshlight to see if it wanted a break. The idea alone seemed ridiculous. Asking a fleshlight if it was okay or checking on it to make sure it was comfortable. It would be used until its purpose was served, and then it’d be tossed to the side until it was needed for further sexual satisfaction.

Emiru was the fleshlight now. That’s how Josh saw her.

She widened her jaw to fit more of Josh’s half erect cock into her warm mouth, milking it for every last drop of cum. After several ambitious deepthroat attempts, she stopped and looked up at her owner.

“I think I finally get it,” she mumbled while swallowing her own spit. “I understand why you treat me like shit, and I’m totally okay with it. I’m just a fleshlight to you. And a fleshlight shouldn’t complain or have any opinions at all, and it definitely doesn’t need a break to breathe when you’re trying to nut! Hehe. I’m totally, totally okay with all of that. I know you don’t need my permission and you would’ve just raped me if I didn’t agree anyway or whatever,” Emiru added with a cute eye roll, “but I just wanted to say it out loud anyways. Just so you know.”

Josh looked down at the pretty streamer and smiled. He then slapped her across the face and replied, “You know what else a fleshlight doesn’t do? They don’t fucking talk. Shut the fuck up and keep sucking.”

Emiru gasped at the completely unexpected punishment. She turned back to him and bit her lip.

She had been giving him permission! Important, consequential permission. But obviously, it was only important to her. She was very quickly reminded that what was important to her was not really that important at all.

So Emiru decided to focus on what was important. Giving Josh pleasure.

She refocused her efforts into sucking Josh’s cock as he was still winding down from his powerful orgasm. She could taste the thick remnants of semen being sucked through his cock hole. It was like slurping the final drops of the giant-sized Sonic slushies she usually ordered.

“Mmm, what the hell,” she mumbled, backing away and savoring the flavor of her owner’s leftover sperm. “Why do you taste like that?”

“Taste like what?” Josh replied as he reached under Emiru’s oversized shirt to play with her bare tits.

Emi’s mouth continued churning as she inspected the flavor. “Like.. good. Why does it taste good? Cum is supposed to be.. fucking icky and gross..”

Josh chuckled. “Hah, I told you my cum would be different. You streamers never fucking listen though. You all have fucking brain rot or something. Stops you from ever absorbing any information you get, I swear to god.”

Emi bit her lip as Josh’s strong hands roughly groped her breasts. “I’m sorry. I.. I bet it’s annoying having to deal with someone so stupid, right?”

The self-degradation forced the end of Josh’s lip to curl up into a smirk. “You have no idea.”

“I promise I’ll try to be better,” Emiru replied unconvincingly. She wanted Josh to know she was going to try her best, but she wasn’t the most confident person in the world, and her shaky voice betrayed her. “This is just so fucking new to me. All of this is so different. Like, I had no idea there was going to be so much suffocating involved with being your slave. They didn’t put that on the brochure.”

Josh chuckled at her joke. “Oh, yeah for sure. Lots of suffocating, lots of choking, slapping, spanking. If you don’t pass out every time I fuck your throat, I’m doing something seriously wrong.”

Emiru rolled her eyes and smirked. “Oh my god. You’re such a dick, haha. I guessssss I can get used to that. You’re good at this, right? Like, you know when to take your cock out and stuff so it’s not super dangerous?”

Josh tugged at her nipples as he responded. “Ehh, I mean.. I’ve done it a bunch of times, but I just stop when my balls are empty. That’s really the only thing I care about.”

Emiru’s mouth dropped, but it really shouldn’t have been a surprise. Josh was one of the most confidently selfish people she had ever met, which was part of the reason she was so drawn to him.

Before responding, Emi reminded herself of something important. This wasn’t a normal conversation between two people or even two lovers. This was a conservation between a slave and her owner. “And I guess, as your slave, that’s the only thing I should care about too, right?”

Josh smiled slowly and nodded, clearly proud of her progress.

“Then okay, hah. Guess I’ll just have to get used to it.”

Josh slapped her face lightly, just for the fun of it. “Used to it or not, that’s not going to deter me one bit. I actually prefer you not being used to it, if I’m being honest, haha,” he admitted boastfully. “That look on your dumb face when you have no idea what to do and you’re begging for me to slow down or to let you breathe.. that’s the fucking best. I love seeing the worry in a slut’s eyes when they realize their next conscious breath of air won’t be until you wake up hours later.”

Emiru’s breath was heavy. Being talked down to by such a hulky, well-built man made her mind go blurry.

“Geez, heh.. you’re really going to enjoy breaking me in then,” she replied, eager to play along and make Josh happy. “I’m going to panic every single time. I can say that I’ll try to get used to it, but I don’t really see how, heh. I need air! I’m a stupid girl, yes, and I’m your slave, but I’m also a person. With lungs! And a brain that kindaaa needs oxygen to work, hehe. I think I’ll always panic and try to break free if I’m suffocating on this.. this monster cock..”

She took a moment to plant several loving kisses along the length of Josh’s dick, as if just talking about his cock was enough to distract her dialogue.

“Hehe, my stupid brain just takes over when I need air. I can’t help it. I’ll struggle and try to sneak out of your grip, but it’s not me doing that. It’s my dumb girl brain that’s freaking out. It just forgets how strong you are and thinks I have a chance of breaking free to get some fresh air..”

Josh laughed out at the idea. “Yeah right. When I’m balls deep in that delicious throat of yours, the fucking Avengers themselves couldn’t get me out. You really think you have a chance? With those weak ass arms? You’re probably the weakest girl I’ve ever facefucked. I mean, look at these things,” Josh commented, reaching down to grab her right arm and shake it. “No other girl has ever taken a fresh breath of air unless I let it happen. They’ve never gotten free. Even if you did though, the fucking punishment you’d be facing..”

“Oh, yeah? What would you do? Facefuck me until I’m unconscious?” Emiru asked, testing Josh’s threat. His regular treatment of her was already overtly brutal, so his threat rang somewhat empty.

Emi wasn’t questioning his authority though. She just liked being a brat, and her new role as a slave wasn’t going to bury that side of her entirely.

He stared back at her, noticing how her gaze didn’t waver for even a moment. The two remained eye locked.

His lips finally cracked into a grin. “I like you. You’re going to fit in well,” he said, and Emiru fumbled with an immediate response. Her stomach fluttered with confused butterflies.

She half-expected to get slapped. Or to be bent over and spanked. Some kind of punishment surely. Something that would hurt. Something that would remind her of her place. What she didn’t expect was.. words of affirmation.

“Er– thank you,” Emiru replied oddly. “I mean..”

“You’re thanking me for liking you? God, you’re a moron.”

Emiru stood up straight and punched at his abdomen playfully. “Shut up! You know what I meant!”

Josh took her blows without flinching but felt like reciprocating nonetheless. He abruptly hoisted Emiru over his shoulder, prompting giggly squeals to ring out, and he spun. He spun without mercy. With increasing speed, he twirled her around for several seconds before slowing down and putting her back on her feet.

Giggling the whole time from the dizzying play, Emiru stumbled a bit before responding, “Woo.. that was fun! Hehe, I.. I feel so tiny when you do that! Pick me up and manhandle me..”

“Bet you like that, huh? Being manhandled?” Josh asked, creeping his strong hand up to softly grip her neck, slowly increasing the pressure of his choke.

Emiru looked at him with a shy awkwardness that wasn’t usual for her. “Yeah, and what– guh.. what if I do, huh?” she replied, remembering her usual insolence. “Maybe I do like being manhandled! Maybe I like being treated like a little.. fucking.. slut. So what?”

Her bark had no bite, of course, and they both knew that. Josh strengthened his grip around her tiny neck slowly, only threatening a real choke. A few seconds of grins and silence helped ease the fake tension.

They had a looming task at hand and enough time had been wasted. He

“Fuck, okay,” Emiru began to say as Josh released her and she was able to survey the mess Josh created on the right side of her desk. He spared her PC thankfully. “What’s the plan here?”

“The plan?” Josh asked dismissively as he moved to put on his shorts and take his seat in her gaming chair. “My job is done. You’ve got a plate full of my cum and a hungry cuck waiting. Get to work, slut.”

Emiru bit her lip at his bullish authority. He simply expected her to fall into line and obey. As much as she loved playing the cumslut role, she was still very much in a committed, long-term relationship with a very jealous boyfriend who was sure to knock on her door if she stalled for even a minute longer. To say she was at a crossroads was an understatement.

As she approached her desk, it was obvious that a miracle would be needed to execute their evil plan. Mizkif’s sandwich and chips were absolutely caked in ropes of thick cum.

“Joshhhh,” Emiru whined as she stared at the plate. Nothing was left unscathed. Every chip, every inch of bread, every topping visible from aside; it was all coated in semen. “There’s way too much cum, dude! There’s no way this will work. How the hell am I supposed to bring this to him and expect him to eat it?”

Josh settled into her chair and began fiddling with her computer to turn it on. “That’s not really my problem,” he replied without even a glance in her direction. The monitors lit up and her lock screen appeared. “What’s your password, slut?”

Emiru scoffed and smiled. “Yeah fucking right. You expect me to give it up that easily?”

Josh turned and raised his brows at her. “I mean, you gave up other things just as easily.”

Emi’s mouth dropped at his insult. “I was not fucking easy, asshole. I was a complete bitch to you for a while.. a few hours at least.”

“Hah. Guess that’s a slut’s standard, huh? A few hours before turning into a cheating whore?”

She crossed her arms in defiance. “Whateverrrr! I don’t regret anything. I like cheating. I love it, actually. I’m a fucking cheating whore and I’m proud of it!”

Josh laughed. “Look at you. Embracing your sluttines. I love it, but really, I do need this password. Now, I could get it out of you by force, if you’d rather go that route?”

She bit her lip and then shook away the thoughts of being spanked or choked into submission. “As fun as that sounds, we seriously don’t have time. It’s Bigtitties69420. With a capital B.”

Josh shook his head. “No way. You are such a fucking loser, haha,” he replied before typing the password in and confirming its legitimacy. “Wow.”

“Oh, whatever. You wish you were as cool as me,” Emi replied confidently, picking up her boyfriend’s soiled plate and heading out into the hallway.

As she walked, she decidedly flipped over the top bread slice of Mizkif’s sandwich, which immediately hid that section of cum. A grin followed shortly after, proud of her own on-the-spot thinking, but the chips were beyond saving. She’d just have to replace them.

Making a beeline towards the kitchen, Mizkif had been awaiting her arrival for almost twenty minutes, so she was noticed immediately.

“There you are,” Miz called out from the sofa. “What the hell took you so long?”

“Uhh,” Emiru hesitated. She was working frantically to get more chips and make Mizkif’s plate look somewhat normal. Everything could fall apart right here if her boyfriend found out she was trying to feed him another man’s cum. There’s no telling how he would react to that absurdity. “Just making sure our guest is happy! Josh was extra hungry, so.. uh, he took your chips.” And your girlfriend. “But I’m grabbing you some more!”

Mizkif shook his head in disbelief and annoyance. “Great. He can just help himself to anything he wants I guess!”

Emiru rolled her eyes as she opened a new bag of chips. “And? What’s wrong with that? He’s a guest! He should be able to make himself at home,” she replied. Mizkif always let his jealous nature get the better of him. She quickly pushed the semen-covered chips off onto another bowl for her to snack on and replenished his plate with new, semen-free chips. “We have to make a good impression or else Pokimane’s going to hear about it and if she thinks we were being rude to her guest, I’m going to fucking kill you, got it?”

Mizkif rolled his eyes. He had a decent friendship with Pokimane. Some controversies in his recent past worked to strain that friendship and many others among his streaming friends and acquaintances, but those had mostly been mended by now. Though, he knew he should probably do his best to stay in her good graces.

“Oh, relax,” he replied. “Poki loves me.”

“She tolerates you,” Emiru quickly replied. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“We almost started a podcast together!”

Making her way to the sofa, Emi stopped by the largest window in the room and shut the blinds in an effort to reduce the lighting and conceal her boyfriend’s tainted lunch. “It’s way too bright in here,” she mumbled discreetly before responding. “And where’s that podcast now, huh?”

Taking the plate that Emiru offered him, he barely looked at it before quickly coming to his own defense. “Hey, that was not my fault,” he began as he lifted the sandwich and took a bite. “A lot of shit went down that I had no control over, but of course, as usual, I’m the fucking one that gets blamed. I’m always the one that gets blamed! You have no idea what that’s like, Emi. You’ve never been a victim in your entire life. But me? Hah! I do so much for this org. I work so hard and–”

Emiru sat down and held her breath as she watched her boyfriend munching on the cum-filled sandwich. She waited for him to spit it out and scream and confront her angrily, but an overreaction never came. He just continued rambling about how he was the victim. Baiting him into ranting about his hurt ego was accidentally a genius move on her part. Her anxiety dwindled a little after his second and third bite. She finally felt comfortable enough to enjoy her own cum-glazed chips.

“If you want to blame anyone, blame Maya. She just up and left without a word. Literally, in the middle of the night. When shit hit the fan and everyone on Twitter and Reddit was brigading us with bullshit accusations, we all got together and agreed on the next steps. Then we all went to sleep and she was gone by morning. She left all of us behind, and of course, that made everyone in OTK look guilty as hell,” Miz vented about the two-year-old drama as he took another bite and then, after taking a moment to shake his head in frustration, finally looked down at his sandwich. “Jesus, Emi..”

There it was. He was about to figure it out. He was about to berate her and scream and..

“You sure loaded up on the mayo, huh?” Mizkif asked rhetorically as a glob of cum fell from his sandwich and onto the plate. He, of course, just figured it to be mayonnaise. Josh wasn’t kidding when he said his cum was different. Miz quickly took another bite. “Tastes a bit off. Not in a bad way though. What’d you put in here?”

Josh’s nut. Josh’s fucking cum. You’re eating another man’s load, you fucking loser.

“Uhhh,” Emiru stumbled instead. She wished she could be as confident as the voice inside her head. “It’s mostly the same stuff.. just a different brand of mayo. It sounded yummy when I was scrolling on Instacart, so I got it. But uh.. you really like it?”

Emi couldn’t deny the constant pangs of guilty pleasure that rang directly to her cunt as she watched her boyfriend eat obscene amounts of Josh’s cum. His ejaculations always produced huge amounts of semen and there Miz was.. just eating it all.

Emi’s pleasure was somewhat stifled by her peaking anxiety and fleeting guilt, but it was still there. What she was doing.. it was easily the most fucked up thing on her personal list of wrongdoings, but something about it felt way too good. She was almost drunk off of the illicit adrenaline.

“I mean, you know how I hate dry food. Tacos, sandwiches, burritos.. they always need some sauce for me to enjoy them, and whatever’s in here kicks ass so yeah, this is probably the best sandwich you’ve ever made. But that’s not saying much! Don't let that go to your head. Anyways, back to what I was saying–”

Emiru rubbed her thighs together as she tuned out the rest of his nonsense. He actually fucking liked it! Her boyfriend liked the sandwich that was absolutely filled to the brim with Josh’s gooey sperm. She had to physically stop herself from moaning at the thought. It was so fucking wrong. How could something that fucked up make her feel good?

After rapidly scarfing down the rest of her chips and wiping her hands clean, Emiru snatched the blanket that was sitting idly next to her and covered herself, eager to watch her boyfriend of two years finish his food. With her lower half now covered, she was able to discreetly reach her right hand down and rub her aching pussy, sending powerful ripples of pleasure across her small body.

“And people call me a jackass all the time, but I don’t see anyone calling her a jackass! Betraying your fucking friends, that’s way more fucked up than anything I’ve ever done. But is anyone holding her accountable? No. Not even close. We have people in OTK begging to go to Alveus instead. It’s a fucking joke–”

“Mhm, uh.. Miz, shut the fuck up and tell me more about the sandwich,” Emiru cut him off, completely uninterested in his spiteful grudge from years prior.

Mizkif shook his head at the rapid topic change. “The.. the sandwich? Fucks that got to do with anything? Are you even listening to me, Emi?”

Emiru paused her discreet masturbating to avoid detection. Her cheeks were flushed and her large chest rose and fell noticeably. “Uh, yes, yes I’m listening, just.. what about the sandwich did you like? Like what specifically?”

She did her best to play off her absent-mindedness, but it was a piss poor attempt and she did not care. Her hand began caressing her quivering cunt once more and she slipped two fingers inside herself to escalate her approaching orgasm. All she wanted now was to hear her boyfriend talk about how much he liked eating Josh’s cum.

“Okay, fucking weirdo,” Miz replied dismissively before stuffing the last bit of his lunch into his mouth. “Arghff. It’s a, ohm ohm, gulp, it’s a good sandwich, yeah. I don’t want your ego to inflate any larger than it already is, but it was fucking good. Delicious even.”

“What specifically was.. delicious?” Emiru repeated almost angrily, increasing the momentum of her passionate fingers as they dove deeper into her sopping wet cunt. It was difficult to try to put on a straight face, but she hid it by looking off to the side or burying her face in her blanket at opportune moments.

“Geez, I don’t know! You said the mayo was the only thing you added that was different, so I guess that’s it.”

“You liked the c–.. mayo?” Emi reiterated, almost calling it cum right in Mizkif’s face.

“Yes, yes, jesus christ,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “It’s the best fucking mayo to ever exist. I’m obsessed with it! I want it every day, jesus! You made one good sandwich in the few years I’ve known you and you can’t stop asking about it!”

“Uhhh, uh, ffffffuck,” Emiru moaned as quietly as she could as she lowered her head and bit her blanket. “Do.. do you want me to keep making you sandwiches? Just like this one?”

Her brain was short circuiting, forcing her wicked imagination to delve into the darkest possible fantasy. She pictured herself getting broken and raped by Josh’s fat cock daily, from the moment she woke up to the moment she passed out from exhaustion at night, and then she could feed her stupid boyfriend the aftermath: a steaming hot load of cum drained directly from Josh’s massive balls. Or even multiple loads. Three or four maybe. Whatever Josh’s cock erupted onto her face or into her cunt, she could collect it all and secretly feed it to Mizkif. Day in and day out, she could cheat on Mizkif and feed him another man’s cum.

Emiru’s legs quivered as she reached a powerful climax. She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy as much of the ride as she could without revealing herself.

“Wait, you’d actually make me more sandwiches? Like every day?” the clueless boyfriend asked, excited about the prospect of a dutiful and attentive girlfriend.

The question overwhelmed her with another small climax that she had to endure just as much as she could enjoy. “Yup, every single day. I’ll make these for you every day. Exactly like the one you just ate. I can mix it up too, if you want.”

Nodding with pride, Miz caught himself. He was used to things biting him in the ass that seemed too good to be true. “But what’s the catch? No way you just suddenly turned into a perfect, loving housewife. You get fucking mad even when I ask you to order something for me on Doordash.”

Finally looking up at him and meeting his eyeline, Emiru smiled and said, “I’m just trying to help save our relationship! Someone has to put in some effort. And on your end, all you have to do is promise to lick your plate clean. I’m not going to be putting in all my hard work to make you food if you’re not going to finish it.”

Miz scoffed. “That’s it? Pfft, that’s easy. You’ve gotten soft, dude. You used to be better at negotiating.”

“Mhm, I think maybe Josh is changing me a little bit,” she replied honestly.

Miz didn’t like that response. If Emi was becoming more submissive and subservient, he definitely didn’t want Josh to be the cause of that.

“Anyways,” Emiru continued as she pointed at Mizkif’s plate, “you still haven’t held up your side of the deal.”

“What? There’s nothing left,” he replied. In reality, there were some leftover crumbs and several scattered globs of cum.

Emi bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together before responding. “I said.. I said you have to lick your plate clean. Lick! I want every last crumb on there gone!”

Mizkif rolled his eyes. “Ugh, holy shit. Fine.”

Emiru took in the next few moments without rubbing her pussy. Not that she didn’t want to. She was on fire and could have easily worked herself into another orgasm, but she wanted to save that for Josh and, more importantly, she wanted to imprint the image of Mizkif licking Josh’s cum in her head. The hazy distraction of a heated masturbation session would affect that.

So she took it all in and watched as her boyfriend humiliated himself unknowingly. He looked so stupid in Emiru’s eyes. The depravity of it all changed her. She could feel the change happening. She was becoming twisted. Cruel. More so than she was before. More than just laughing at dark humor or getting a rise out of her boyfriend’s jealousy. She actually wanted to betray Mizkif over and over, every day and in as many ways as possible, humiliating him without his knowledge. As long as it hurt her boyfriend or made Josh’s fat cock hard, she wanted to do it.

“There,” he replied, holding up the spotless plate. “Happy?”

Emiru smiled from ear to ear. “Very.”

“Okay, now that that’s over with,” Mizkif began to say. He then rambled on about their sleeping arrangement again and how he didn’t want Josh in her room. Emi sighed and heard him out, knowing that he wouldn’t let the topic go. With the foresight of post nut clarity, Emiru admitted that she might’ve gone overboard by suggesting that she’d be sleeping with Josh in the nude. She would, of course, be doing much more than just sleeping with him, and there was nothing Miz could do to change that, but there was no reason to convince her boyfriend to be okay with it.

She could simply lie instead.

“Fine, fine. I’ll sleep in my room and Josh will sleep in the spare bedroom, okay? After he’s done with his work! Which could be late at night,” Emiru finally conceded.

Mizkif pumped his fist in the air at the victory. “Fucking thank you! Finally, common sense has entered the room. Jesus! I can’t believe you ever thought you could get away with all of that.”

Emiru rolled her eyes, annoyed at the thought of Miz having even a small victory. “Well, don’t get too happy. Josh and I will still be on the second floor alone, so who knows what will happen? Maybe he’ll find his way into my room at night? He is pretty big. If he forced himself on me, there’s no way I could stop him..”

Mizkif chuckled nervously at her obvious, obvious joke. “Hah, yeah right. Rape is so funny, ha ha. Why don’t you just stay the night in my room then?”

“Mhm, after you yelled at me for dying in WoW and then said all of that stuff you said earlier in the living room? You’re not getting so much as a kiss anytime soon, buddy. I’d rather risk getting raped. And maybe it wouldn’t even be rape, maybe I’d enjoy it..”

“I have never met anyone less funny than you, holy shit!” Mizkif sighed. He slumped back deflated but happy at the small victory nonetheless. “Whatever then. You just stay in your room alone then. I’m fine with that.”

“Probably alone, yes,” Emiru giggled.

Miz shook his head. “You’re fucking annoying, dude. Oh, uh.. are you still coming to the guild meeting then? I know you said you weren’t going to do another run..”

“And I’m not,” Emi confirmed. Playing more World of Warcraft was the last thing on her mind at the moment.

“At least come to the meeting! You’ll get to see everyone and you’ll get to dress up! You love cosplaying.”

Emiru rolled her eyes. “I’ll ask Josh about it. I don’t want him to be all alone here either.”

“Oh my goddd,” Miz groaned dramatically. “Half the reason I suggested it was to get you away from that fucker. Who gives a fuck what he wants? Doesn’t he have a bunch of work to do anyway?”

Emiru’s immediate instinct was to defend her owner. “Who gives a fuck what you want! He is our guest and right now, that makes him more important to me than you. Get that through your fucking skull. He. Is. More. Important. Than. You! If he tells me not to go so that he won’t be bored and so I can entertain him, then I’m fucking staying.”

“Yeah, and if he tells you to start doing jumping jacks in a wet t-shirt, would you do that too?”

His jealousy was showing itself once more, and Emiru couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t stand it before everything with Josh unfolded, so now that she belonged to another man, Mizkif’s jealousy just seemed misplaced and pathetic.

“No, of course not,” Emi replied, seemingly coddling Miz’s insecurity. But she yanked it away right after. “I would first ask him how many jumping jacks he wanted me to do, and then I would do them. Wet t-shirt on or off, his choice.”

Throwing his hands up in the air, Mizkif finally reached his breaking point. “Great! That’s just great, Emiru! You know, you just love being one of the guys, don’t you? You love making men happy. If your chat wants you to get all drunk on stream and act all bubbly and stupid, that’s what you’re going to do. If they ask you to do a headstand or a barrel roll so that they can look at your ass, you won’t even hesitate. And you’ll make sure your fucking thong is showing too. God, you just love showing off and giving every fucking guy exactly what they want.”

“Oh my godddd! You know what? Yup, I do! I do love showing off!” Emiru barked back, unwilling to let Miz control her and win yet another one of their shouting matches. “Why do you think I do so many slutty cosplays all the time? I fucking love them. I love that guys look at me and stare, and I love that you get jealous over it, too. I love that part the most actually. Pissing you off and making other men happy, that’s the fucking best.”

“Aha! I knew it!” Miz yelled out and slammed his fist on the coffee table, finally getting some vindication for his years of jealousy. “I fucking knew it! You know your cosplays are slutty and you make them that way on purpose, don’t you!”

“No, you fucking prick!” Emi shouted back. “I was just saying that to make you mad! Ughhh! You’re saying dumb shit so why can’t I? All you do is fucking push me away, you asshole! That’s why you’re losing me! I fucking hate you!”

“Well if I didn’t have a slut for a girlfriend, I wouldn’t have a reason to get mad!” Mizkif replied immediately, not even registering her ‘losing me’ comment. “Everyone gets to enjoy you and pretend you’re their girlfriend and you fucking let them think that! Oh my god, thank you for the five gifted subs!” he continued, mocking her with an annoyingly feminine voice. “Thank you so much! I’m such a slut, I just love money from random men!”

Emiru became animated with her hands, grabbing her own hair in frustration. “Yup! I’m a fucking whore! Look at me, enjoying my fucking streaming job! What a slut, right?! Enjoying my fucking hobby of dressing up! What an absolute fucking whore! Ugh! You’re so fucking annoying and I’m sick of it, Miz! I’m so sick of it and I’m sick of you getting away with it! Josh!!!”

Mizkif stopped himself there as his temper was interrupted by Emiru’s sudden outcry.

A moment later, Emiru called out again. “Josh!!!”

A small sense of dread immediately filled Mizkif’s body. Emi called out for Josh loud enough for him to hear, which entirely silenced their whole argument. “What the hell are you doing?” Mizkif replied, almost whispering.

“Josh!” Emiru called out once more.

“Fucking stop,” Miz pleaded, unsure if he should be worried or not.

“No, you’re a fucking asshole. So now.. I’m going to tell Josh to punch you in the fucking face,” Emi replied, crossing her arms as she finally realized what kind of power she had. “And not just once. He’s going to punch you over and over and over. Until you fucking learn to stop messing with me.”

Fighting with Miz was always difficult because of the imbalanced dynamic, but her new owner finally put the advantage on her side. She just hadn’t realized that power shift until now.

Miz scoffed and shook his head, letting his ego mask his fear. “Yeah right.. he wouldn’t do that. You wouldn’t ask him to do that! You’re too much of a pussy.”

Emiru paused. It was as if some evil lightswitch flipped in her brain. She tilted her head and looked at Mizkif blankly, staring right into his soul for a full five seconds. “Oh really? You don’t think I would?”

He didn’t respond right away. He knew that she would never do something that crazy, but a small flicker in her eyes told him that she wasn’t bluffing. Emiru was beautiful, carrying an irresistibly attractive goth look that went along well with her quiet but tomboyish attitude. Miz loved that about her, but that same look he loved turned scarily similar to some sort of psychotic yandere from a gory anime. One where some super hot schoolgirl turned into a smiling murderer.

Miz choked up, unable to speak or say anything to his girlfriend.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asked eerily, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

In that moment, a loud door slam could be heard and heavy footsteps followed soon after.

“Emi, don’t do this,” Mizkif whispered urgently, finding his voice out of desperation. “I was just.. I was kidding! We always argue like this. I act like a jackass and you act like a bitch. It doesn’t mean anything! Please!”

She smirked at him. Watching him panic made her tingly with power. “Don’t worry, Miz.. I won’t let him go too far. I just want to see him stomp on your head a few times,” Emi said nonchalantly, raising and slamming her foot down twice to foreshadow his impending beat down. “And then maybe this way, you’ll think twice about arguing with me ever again.”

An unsettling smirk remained on her face as Josh’s large shadow engulfed their conversation. He was barefoot and shirtless, showing off his well-defined build and adding to his intimidating aura.

“The fuck’s going on out here?” Josh bellowed out as he stood behind Emi’s sofa, reaching down to grab her shoulders reassuringly. “You okay, little lady?”

That sent a rush through Emiru’s whole body. Calling out for Josh was sort of a bluff on her end. Yes, he was her owner and dominated her in many ways, but nothing had proven that she could call out to him for support. Nothing had proven that he would show up for her in her time of need. She simply wanted to hurt Mizkif, and Josh seemed to jump at that chance whenever it presented itself, so she took the risk.

Emiru continued staring at Mizkif for a moment. He didn’t speak a word. Her boyfriend was a pussy, and she knew it.

Emiru finally reached up to grab Josh’s forearm. “Oh my god, there you are!” she called out, leaning into her role of damsel in distress. “Mizkif here was being so so so mean to me, and he hurt my feewings. Could you pwease show him some manners?”

Glancing over to Mizkif’s panicked body language and realizing the dynamic at play, Josh smirked. “He was being mean to you, huh? Well, that just won’t do. How mean would you say he was being?”

Silence followed for what seemed like an eternity. Emiru was breathless, filled to the brim with morbid anticipation and lust.

“Just.. don’t hold back,” was all she responded with.

And that was all Josh needed to hear. He stood up straight and stepped over the back of the sofa, crushing the below cushions and landing steadily before closing the distance between himself and Mizkif.

The panicked boyfriend recoiled as Josh got closer. He wasn’t about to turn and run. His ego wouldn’t allow him to, but it would’ve been his smartest option. “Hey! Just.. just fucking wait! Hold on,” he began to ramble out, pleading his case. “You can’t just fucking trust her outright! Don’t you want hear my side–”

He was cut off as Josh’s first punch landed. A powerful blow to the right side of his face. It sent Mizkif tumbling off the sofa, bouncing off the side of the coffee table and onto the ground. “Aghhh, fuck,” he groaned out in pain.

“No, I don’t want to hear your side, pussy,” Josh spat back as he moved in to continue his assault.

Emiru jumped back at the initial impact. She knew Josh was stronger. Mizkif had wrestled as a teenager and had a pretty stocky build, but he was simply no match for Josh. He had almost a foot of height advantage with wide set shoulders and the body and legs of a gorilla.

Regardless, the way he manhandled her boyfriend still shocked her. She was awestruck as Josh leaned down to grab Mizkif by the collar of his shirt. He proceeded to rain down brutal punches, one after the next, as Miz did his best to defend himself. Emiru bit her lip as she watched the beatdown she had orchestrated.

It was fucked up beyond imagination. Joshua, the man she was cheating on her boyfriend with, pummeled that same boyfriend right in front of her, at her request, aggressively and relentlessly as he whined and cowered like a little kid, and she was enjoying it. Fuck, she was loving it.

Josh lifted him up into the air by his shirt and tossed him across the room, sending him sliding on the hardwood floor. He crashed into a bookcase and a lamp before Josh reached him yet again. He cleared the debris off the bruised boyfriend and pounced on him to continue his onslaught, holding his defensive hands away with one hand and delivering his punches with the other.

“Emi! Help me!” Mizkif cried out in between groans and pained yelps.

“Fuck you,” Emi blurted out, reveling in the justified beatdown. “You called me a fucking slut. Me! Your girlfriend! You fucking deserve this. Don’t go easy on him, Josh!”

Mizkif could only hear ringing as Josh punched him repeatedly, but he managed to make out part of Emi’s response. “Fuck! I’m– ah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay?”

She bit her lip. She loved how much power she had with Josh on her side. “It’s too late for sorries,” she mumbled, not loud enough for either of the men to hear.

Seeing her boyfriend get his ass kicked was unimaginably hot. A real man putting a boy in his place. Emiru simply couldn’t help herself. Her right hand quickly made its way down her body towards her cunt and she almost had to flinch away from her own warmth. She was more aroused than she had ever been, and it only took a few seconds of rubbing for her lower half to convulse into small orgasmic spasms. She slipped two fingers inside of her pussy and massaged her g-spot as she rode out the bliss.

Emiru hunched over and closed her eyes to enjoy her quick climax, listening to the beatdown as each punch landed. They were accompanied by cries of pain and harsh thuds, adding to the twisted pleasure.

The petite streamer saw stars as she nearly blacked out. Something dark inside of her was taking over. Every moment she spent with Josh converted her further into a cruel cheating bitch and she didn’t want it to stop. She enjoyed the corruption. Only a day with Josh and she’d already experienced more orgasms, more pleasure, more power, and more purpose than she had in her entire life. It was liberating.

When Emiru came to and finally looked back up, she could see her boyfriend still being roughed up, but Josh was no longer using his fists. He was stomping down on Mizkif’s head, his body, and kicking his sides, bruising his ribs and his abdomen. And by this point, Mizkif wasn’t defending himself anymore. His arms were limp at his side. They flinched every time Josh stomped on his head, and that sight renewed Emiru’s lust.

Josh was so fucking brutal, and she loved it.

She fingered herself to another orgasm and recovered from the overwhelming pleasure just in time to see the end of the beatdown. Josh roared out like an animal declaring its victory. He was breathing heavily too, proving he hadn’t gone lightly on the poor Mizzy Wizzy, as Emiru affectionately called him in the past.

She sat up slightly light-headed to watch as Josh pulled down his shorts. Taking out his massive cock, he steadied himself with his legs spread open, standing over the defeated man as Emi’s mouth dropped.

Surely he wasn’t about to do what she thought he–

And there it was. The loud flow of piss.

Josh was pissing right on her boyfriend’s face. Unconscious and bruised, Mizkif could do nothing to stop it. Emi’s slack-jawed expression slowly turned into an open-mouthed smile. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, giggling nervously at the sheer humiliation she was witnessing.

For all intents and purposes, Mizkif was her entire life for the past two years. He helped her move out from Kansas to the streaming hub of Austin, allowing her to escape a weird stalker in her hometown. He recruited her into OTK and introduced her to all of the friends she now had. He basically built her entire career as she exploded to over twenty thousand average concurrent viewers per stream. He gave her a place to stay and then, of course, they began dating.

He was her whole world, and throughout those tumultuous years, Emiru came to find that Miz valued his reputation above all else. He really valued what other people thought of him, and all he wanted was to be respected.

And now here he was, getting pissed on by her lover. The disrespect grew tenfold with context. At almost one hundred percent accuracy, Josh’s flow never strayed from Mizkif’s face. It was like he was proving a point. Or trying to drown him. One or the other, and Emi couldn’t just sit back and watch anymore. She wanted to be a part of the debauchery, and now that Miz had been politely put to bed, there was nothing stopping her.

She stood up with wobbly legs and bounced over to her towering master. “Fuck! I know I told you to not go easy on him, but man, you really took that to heart, huh?” Emiru asked, giggling and wrapping her hands around Josh’s waist to join him at his side. She looked up at him before kissing the side of his chest, trying to find any way to show her lust and appreciation.

“You liked it though, right?” Josh replied as Emi reached down to massage his heavy balls. She could feel the hum of Josh’s piss spray vibrate through his scrotum. It was powerful, pelting her boyfriend relentlessly.

“Liked it? I was masturbating the whole time. Oh my god.. the way you were stomping on his stupid head.. fuck!” she moaned as Josh reached his left hand over to grope her supple ass. His fingers explored between her cheeks and found that she was dripping wet.

“Jesus, you really are a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” he said as he slipped one of his large manly fingers into her warm cunt.

Emiru bit her lip at the name-calling and the penetration. “Yes, sir,” she moaned. “I am your naughty little slut. Yours. All yours. You own me. It’s.. it’s so fucking hot. You marched in here, put me in my place, put my stupid boyfriend in his place.. so now I’m yours.”

She hugged him tightly to cap off her endless praise. “I can’t believe you were a stranger yesterday,” she added.

“Hah. It seems like you were just waiting for a stranger like me to show up and abuse you, huh? Fuck your whole life up and kick the shit out of Mizkif?”

Emiru growled back. “Not just any stranger! I really really never thought someone could change me like this. It would’ve had to have been a mega asshole like you. A nice guy would’ve never slapped me or choked me like you do, and he definitely wouldn’t have beat Miz up. It could’ve only been you.”

“Mhm. Here, I’m almost done. You can take over,” Josh replied, letting go of his cock as the aim strayed away from its target.

“Take over?!” Emi questioned, taking hold of his dick and barely being able to control it with one hand. It wasn’t fully erect but it was still massive to her. The tips of her fingers didn’t even meet as she refocused his piss back towards Mizkif’s battered face. He was bruised and bloodied, but the piss added a nice finishing touch. A neat little gloss that shined in the light.

“This is.. this is awesome,” Emiru mumbled in awe as she directed the piss around Mizkif’s face, to his closed eyes, forehead, and around his lips. “You have no idea how much he deserves this. He’s been such a fucking jackass for so long. Always whining and trying to control me. Who’s in control now, bitch? Huh? Who’s getting pissed on? Fucking.. fucking faggot..”

They both looked down to watch Mizkif get peed on for a silent few moments. It was romantic in a depraved way. Standing side by side with her lover. Emiru finally chuckled to break the silence as the piss stream died down. She shook his cock to get the last remnants out.

“It’s funny,” she said. “He said my cosplays were slutty, which is why I asked you beat him up, but–”

“Wait, that’s what this is about?” Josh interrupted, almost laughing to himself. “But he was right. They are slutty, haha. You always make yourself look like such a cheap whore in those outfits. Really sexy, but extremely fucking slutty.”

Emiru giggled and rolled her eyes as she continued massaging Josh’s cock, feeling it harden and grow. “Oh my god.. that’s so hot. I’m glad you think so, but.. see! This is why it’s so funny. Coming from you, that sounds like a compliment. But when this fucking idiot,” she began to say, kicking Mizkif’s side to emphasize her insult, “says it, it sounds so awful. I almost started seeing red when he said that shit. I turned into a completely different person at that point. Like, I wanted to hurt him so bad.”

“Well, I think I took care of that,” Josh replied with a smug grin.

Emiru looked up at him with love in her eyes as the two embraced into a long passionate kiss. They explored each other's mouths, with Emi on her tippy toes, right there next to Mizkif’s unconscious and soiled body.

“Yes, you did,” she said as they broke away. “And now, I’m going to take care of you. ♡”

Biting her lip and maintaining eye contact, she sunk down to her knees and began showering his cock and balls with slow, loving kisses. She kissed every inch of his cock from below, letting the meaty length rest on her face.

In between her adorable smooches, she stroked his masculine ego and degraded herself further. “Your dumb.. bimbo.. sex slave is going to make you feel sooo good for beating up my meanie boyfriend.”

She pressed her face into Josh’s big balls, smothering her beautiful face and licking at his sack.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Josh moaned, letting Emiru do most of the work. He enjoyed taking charge, but she seemed determined to please him as a thanks, so he allowed her that freedom for now.

And she didn’t disappoint. Her eyes weren’t even visible now with how deep into his balls she had buried her face, knowing how much he liked this treatment.

“Mm, I’m glad you like that,” she cooed as she came up for air momentarily. “And if you keep beating Miz up, I’ll keep burying my stupid face in these big balls. All day and all night. I’ll be making out with your balls as you fall asleep and I’ll be there with your sack on my face when you wake up. Doesn’t that sound good, baby?”

Josh smirked at the idea. “You were going to do that anyway. With or without Miz involved.”

Emiru pouted as she pumped his cock with both hands. “Mmmm. Yes, obviouslyyy. A dumb bitch like me needs your balls like I need air, buttttt I was trying to sneak in the Mizkif thing. You kicking his ass on a regular basis.. wouldn’t that be awesome? Wouldn’t it be so much better if Mizkif was lying unconscious somewhere while we had our fun?”

Her conniving smile was all too easy to succumb to. Josh was almost worried at how evil she was getting.

“You’re not wrong,” Josh agreed.

“Eek! Good, good, awesome,” Emi replied happily. “We can be smart about it, of course, but I just need to see you hurt him more often. Every day, maybe..”

“Yeah? You want me to rough him up like this every day?”

Emiru kissed his balls a few more times before frowning. “Ugh.. I know that’s not possible. He has to stream and stuff, but maybe every other day? Pleaseeeee?”

Josh couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, I’m down, but I don’t think he can take it. He’s a pussy. He’d keel over before the week is done.”

“Fuck,” Emi groaned with a heavy look of contemplation. It was clear that she was serious about her request. “You’re right. Ugh, you’re right! A loser like him.. way too fucking weak. You’ll kill him if we do this every day. It was just.. it was just so fucking hot..”

Josh grabbed his cock and slapped her face with it a few times. She stuck her tongue out to give him a nice wet target to batter, making her giggle and flinch as the monster cock abused her face.

“Well,” Josh began as he came up with an idea, “maybe we can do it again and record it this time so that you can rewatch it any time he pisses you off?”

Emiru’s face slowly beamed with excitement. “Wait, wait.. that’s actually genius. Oh my god, you are so fucking smart. What the hell? No fucking wonder you’ve got me on my knees.. you’re a fucking mastermind. You’ve got this all planned out, huh? You knew the moment you met me that you were going to have me on my knees, didn’t you?”

“Ehh,” Josh mumbled. “I’m actually a little behind schedule. I thought you’d take one hour to crack, max.”

Emiru gasped in genuine surprise, but she loved his confidence. “You motherfucker, hehe. That’s so hot! I was your target all along, huh?”

Josh didn’t reply as he was too distracted with her pleasurable tongue.

Emi was eagerly kissing his balls and licking his length to prepare for the brutal facefuck that was sure to follow. “Mhm, you knew all this would happen. You knew you’d get the big streamer Emiru on her knees worshipping your fat cock.. while her stupid boyfriend sits over there with piss on his face! Mmm! You knew I’d be easy. You knew I’d be a big slut for you..”

Emiru couldn’t wait anymore. Something about Josh made her want to debase herself in any and every way imaginable. With a wide open mouth, she took the tip of Josh’s cock in between her lips and quickly tried burying as much of his fat dick in her throat, immediately causing her brain to malfunction and her eyes to roll back into her skull for a brief second. That didn’t stop her though. She continued, stuffing inch after inch down her gullet. She knew that if she didn’t go fast enough, Josh would take matters into his own hands.

Her eyes began to water right away and her neck muscles strained as more and more of his cock disappeared down her throat. Her mouth was stretched obscenely to accommodate Josh’s ridiculous girth as saliva began to pool out of her mouth and down her chin. With every inch taken, she bobbed her head and renewed her forward momentum.

“Good little bitch,” Josh grunted out. “God, that feels fucking amazing. Such a good slut. A good little streamer slut. Useless at everything else, but this.. this is your calling.”

The backhanded praise jolted a burst of motivation throughout Emiru as she now wanted nothing more than to take his entire length on her own accord. She struggled forward for another few seconds, but even now, she had barely half of his fat cock down her throat.

It was impossible.

Slowly, she gave up and began backing away, letting the inches of cock fall out of her mouth.

Just as she was about to free herself and catch her breath for another attempt, Josh grabbed her by the hair and stopped her retreat.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Josh barked out as he harshly grabbed more of her hair to pull her back in. The progress she had given up was quickly regained with Josh’s aggressive assistance.

Emiru was more than happy to try deepthroating him again, but she wanted to get a new start with a fresh breath of air. Josh obviously had other plans. For some reason, he took her trying to breathe as a personal insult, something that she probably should’ve predicted would happen by now.

Regardless, Josh only wanted one thing. Pleasure. And her need to breathe wasn’t about to get in the way of that.

Three-fourths of his fat cock were now stuffed down the streamer’s throat, bulging her neck out almost comically.

“You’re not done until I fucking nut,” Josh demanded, tugging tightly at her hair and spitting in her face.

Emiru would’ve smiled if she could. This is exactly what she wanted. This is what made Josh stand out. He didn’t give a fuck about her. He treated her like an object. He abused her. He treated her like shit. Like she was nothing.

And she loved it. Putting her hands behind her back, she was determined to take all of Josh’s rough treatment, even if it meant passing out just like her pathetic boyfriend. She’d lay here right alongside him and dream of Josh’s big cock happily.

For the next five minutes, Josh brutally throatfucked Emiru to the very ends of consciousness and back. Her hands only stayed behind her for the first minute. She was punching and clawing at his thighs most of the time, begging for air, which he mostly denied. He let her off his dick for a split second to slap her a few times, but that was her only break during the facefucking onslaught.

He repositioned her several times, pulling her hair, yanking her head around, and propping his leg up on the coffee table as Emi leaned back to take his goliath cock more easily.

Easily being used loosely, of course. The poor streamer was in pure survival mode as her nose was constantly being jammed into Josh’s pelvis. Her throat had never been stretched out in a manner like this ever before Josh came along. It bulged as his large cock invaded the deepest recesses of her gullet. He was single-handedly reshaping every single one of her holes to fit him.

“Fuck! I can feel you choking around my cock, haha,” Josh laughed out at her. “Fucking throat muscles are panicking and massaging my dick.. feels so fucking good.”

Emiru’s pussy gushed at the callousness. She was choking. Choking! Her brain wasn’t receiving the oxygen it needed to function properly, and here Josh was laughing and moaning at the pleasure from it all. Her discomfort was his fucking pleasure.

That’s all she was to him. An object. A pocket pussy. When he wanted to increase the massage speed, he simply had to prevent her from breathing for a minute or so. Her throat would spasm like crazy and give him the maximum amount of satisfaction.

That’s all Emiru could think about. How she was an object to use and nothing more. Even as Josh punched his closed fist at the back of head and derailed her thoughts, they always came back to one thing. Her being an object. A stupid and replaceable object.

That oddly motivated Emi to do her best to please Josh. She lapped her tongue at his underside when he held her balls deep, she made sure to look up at him with her big beautiful eyes, and she tried her best not to vomit. The last thing Emi wanted was to gross Josh out while he was skullfucking her and depriving her of oxygen.

After a while, Josh surprisingly let Emiru go, pushing her off his fat cock. She immediately gasped for air, gulping it in and coughing out the excess phlegm at the same time. “Go– god, you’re so rough..”

“I know. That was fucking amazing,” Josh gloated with a satisfied sigh, almost mocking her obvious discomfort and state of disarray. “But I need to try out that pussy again.”

Without allowing her too much time to recover, Josh grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to the sofa.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she groaned, wincing at the pain. She managed to giggle at the rough treatment, having come to expect it by now.

Josh took a seat and prompted her to get on top, which delighted Emi. She hadn’t gotten a chance to ride him yet and was excited by the thought.

“Ooo, master! Are you really going to let me ride you?” she asked eagerly as she got to her feet with a big smile on her face. “Are you sure you don’t want to pound your stupid bitch into the sofa while I yell at you to slow down? Hmm? So you can ignore me and then switch to my ass to make it hurt more?”

“Haha, as great as that sounds, we can save that for later. Fucking your throat that hard was tough work,” he laughed. “This gives me a little bit of a break.”

Emiru giggled in response as she stretched one of her legs over Josh’s body to mount him. “Oh, I’m sure. Abusing my tiny little throat like I’m some cheap prostitute must’ve really tired you out, haha. Well don’t worry. You just sit back and relax while I do all the work, master. I’m going to make you feel so good while my stupid cuck of a boyfriend lays over there.. in pain! Haha.”

Reaching down to align his fat cock with her cunt, she lowered herself onto his angry cockhead and slowly began to engulf the rest of his girth with her tight hole.

Emi continued her evil dirty talk. “Mmm, fuck! That’s right.. I bet Mizzy Wizzy’s head is pounding over there. You were so brutal with him.. and I’m going to ride your cock as the reward. ♡”

As her cunt swallowed more and more of his dick, Emiru met plenty of resistance. She bounced lightly to try getting gravity’s assistance.

“You’re so fucking big,” she moaned out, closing her eyes to try to control the intense pleasure. “Fucking splitting me in two..”

Josh groaned at the ridiculous tension. Emiru had one of the tightest cunts he’d fucked so far. Lily’s was probably the closest in comparison. Kyedae was even tighter yet, but it was close. “I genuinely thought you’d be sluttier than this. I did not expect you to be so tight.”

Emiru’s mouth dropped as she looked him in the face. “What?! Are you serious? Did you really think I’d have a loose fucking pussy?”

“Hey, I had no way of knowing how much you got around. Could only assume.”

Emi shook her head as she started slowly bouncing on his dick. “Noooo. I’m not a slut at all. At least, I wasn’t before you came along! You changed me, but I wasn’t like this before.”

Josh slapped her ass, prompting her to speed up her cockriding. “Yeah? And you’re a slut now?”

Emi bit her lip as his length stretched out her tight cunt with every bounce. Her boobs flailed around uncontrollably, giving Josh’s plenty of viewing pleasure. “Fuck! Fuck.. yes. I’m a slut now. I never thought I’d.. I never even enjoyed dirty talk before! But now I love it! I’m a fucking slut! I am a fucking slutttt! God, yes! Fuck me! Fuckkkk!”

Josh was happy to see just how much he’d changed the sweet girl. She was genuinely an innocent chick before. She baited and teased on stream and dressed up in very revealing cosplays, but any attractive person would show off a little if it meant more money in their bank account. Emiru leaned into that, but she was a good girl.

Was.

Was a good girl. Bouncing her tight body up and down, her cunt acclimated quickly and was taking his entire length from head to balls with every bounce. Emiru was a proper slut now.

“Fuck!” she moaned as her eyes fluttered. She felt like her whole body was in a constant state of orgasm as pleasure overwhelmed every part of her over and over. It never seemed to end. Josh would slap her ass and her body instantly converted that sharp pain into feel-good waves that showered every crevice of her being. She bit her lips, her toes curled, her nipples were harder than they’d ever been.. it was euphoric.

“Yes, Josh! Yes! Fuck me! God, I never.. I had no idea it could feel like this,” she moaned as she leaned forward and showered Josh’s muscular chest with kisses. She continued bouncing her lower half up and down, ensuring Josh’s cock received its due pleasure. “Never stop fucking me.. please! Never stop! You can fuck me whenever you want me, Josh. I’m all yours..”

Her lover laughed in between grunts. “You know,” he began to say, “I wasn’t sure if I was going to keep you or not. Fuck yeah, keep bouncing, slut. I’d knew I’d come down here and fuck your brains out, but after that, I wasn’t sure what would happen.”

Emiru’s eyes popped open in panic. “Wait, what? What do you mean? Are you saying you might not stick around and keeping fucking me? Keep abusing me like I deserve?”

She slowed down her movements, but Josh put both hands on her ass to maintain their fucking speed. “I was considering it for sure. Might’ve just hit it and quit it, depending on how much baggage you were.”

Emiru began to bounce on his cock at twice the speed, eager to make herself more valuable. “No, no.. Josh! You can’t! You can’t just turn me into a slut and then leave me! I.. I don’t have any baggage, I promise! I’m super low maintenance and you’ll never have to worry about my feelings or my emotions or anything. I’m not like other girls, okay? I won’t bring you any drama. I’ll just be a good little fucktoy for you and that’s it.”

Josh laughed at her panic. He lifted her up to change positions, turning her over on her back and getting on top without removing his cock from her cunt. Placing both hands on her throat, he choked her and used that grip to anchor his missionary-style fucking. He fucked her vigorously, shaking her tits back and forth with the momentum.

“Relax, slut. I only said I was considering it,” Josh conveyed as he pounded away at her cunt. “Fuck. Uh, but yeah, don’t worry. I like when a chick gets evil. I think I will end up keeping you.”

“Mm,” Emiru moaned as she was choked and fucked mercilessly. It was tough to speak with Josh’s hands around her throat, but she managed to get a few appreciative sentiments. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I promise I’ll be a good girl for you. I’ll be sooo good for you.”

The two continued their passionate, blissful fuck session for almost an hour. No expense of degradation, pleasure, and pain was spared. Emiru would call out to her injured boyfriend and mock him while Josh fucked her pussy from behind and pulled her hair. Every sick and twisted word that was expelled from her mouth dropped her deeper into the depths of degeneracy. There would be no coming back from this. Fucking the man who beat up her boyfriend was her ultimate canon event. She was a changed woman.

As Josh orgasm bubbled closer, the slutty streamer egged his climax on. “Fuck.. are you going to cum in me, master? Fucking cum inside your stupid little slut? Mark me as yours and let that faggot in the corner know how easy it was to steal me? Mm, fuck!”

Josh’s movements sped up and it was clear his orgasm was coming.

“Do it,” Emiru pleaded. “Do it! Fucking cum in me! Fucking cum in your worthless slut! Cum in me, master! Please!”

The thought was too tempting. Josh roared out in pleasure and his balls erupted, sending a geyser of cum into Emiru’s womb. Her eyes opened wide at the explosion. She looked down and could almost see the blasts bloat out her already protruding stomach. Josh’s cock was clearly outlined and his blasts of cum just made her insides feel that much more full.

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as her body accepted his seed. After what seemed like minutes, Josh’s climax ended and they collapsed next to each other. Emi could feel the cum flow out of her as they recovered. She absentmindedly covered pussy and slid a pillow below her pelvis to elevate her lower half and keep Josh’s cum inside of her.

“Wow, haha..” Emiru giggled in exhaustion. “That was.. that was something else. You were amazing, haha.”

Josh let out a satisfied chuckle himself. “Yeah, you weren’t half bad either.”

Smiling from ear to ear, Emi replied, “So I did good? I was a good slut?”

Josh reached out and patted her head. “Yes, yes, you were a good slut.”

“Eek!” Emi shrieked happily. She put her arms around the burly man and hugged as hard as she could. “Thank you, heh.. I get so worried that I won’t know what to do or I won’t be good enough for you. I’m not super experienced, like.. I truly am not– was not.. a slut before. So it’s nice that you just do whatever you want because it forces me to go along and be a good slut for you, you know? Like, I can’t give you a bad blowjob if you’re skullfucking me as hard as you can anyway, haha.”

Josh laughed along with her. “Hah, well that’s kind of the intention. Getting you used to all of this. Being an object, not having any say in how rough I am, having your boundaries pushed way farther than you’d like. I’m training you, basically.”

Emiru looked up at him with intrigue. “And you’re doing a good job at it! All I could think about when you were balls deep in my throat and slapping my face was how you were using me like a fleshlight. Like, there was no difference. You wouldn’t give a fleshlight a break or let it breathe because duhh! It’s an object. It doesn’t need air.”

“And I don’t let you breathe because..”

“Because I’m just an object too! I don’t need air to be all stupid and dumb for you, daddy. Haha!” The two laughed together before Emi added, “I really am starting to catch on. You’re training me so sooo well.”

Josh nodded with pride. “You still have a long way to go though, so don’t be too proud of yourself.”

“Oh, of course, of course,” Emiru nodded, rolling her eyes at Josh’s inability to let her have a morsel of confidence. “I’ll never ever be good at anything. I know that. I’m a totalllll useless bitch. Mhm.. the most I can hope for is being just okay enough to empty your balls, but.. I know that’s tough too. I just don’t have a lot of experience..”

Josh was amused at how easily she degraded herself. “Right, but yeah.. it’s not really about being experienced though. Like you said, it has more to do with just letting me use you and being happy about it. Enthusiasm always beats out experience.”

“Ahhh,” Emiru murmured in acknowledgement. In an attempt at a joke, she pulled out an imaginary notepad from between her boobs and began writing. “Enthusiasm.. always.. beats.. experience..”

She looked up and was happy to see Josh smiling at her. “Anything else I should jot down? Since you’re so smart and I’m like, sooooo dumb, surely there’s a lot more you can teach me?”

Josh took a moment to appreciate her. Emiru was playing the dumb bimbo role with her ditzy voice, but it was ridiculously erotic. She was humiliating herself for his pleasure. Her large doe eyes looked at him in pure adoration. She was committed to him. Of that, there was no doubt.

There was no hiding the love behind her cute gaze, her soft smile, and her subtle lip bite. At the same time, she was disheveled. Her hair was a mess from Josh’s rough pulling, her eyeliner was slightly streaking and faded, and her right cheek was bright red, more red than her left. It was clear that Josh had a favorite hand to use when slapping her.

It would be easy to question why she was so attracted to an unchivalrous brute like Josh. A girl like Emiru could have an army of beta men at her fingertips, all willing to upend their lives for a moment of her time.

But it wasn’t a mystery to Josh. He knew why she was here, naked alongside him.

Emiru was an attention-seeking whore. Being submissive was coded into her DNA. She smiled every time a strong man like Josh praised her and she ached for punishment when she doesn’t believe she’s done enough, which is often.

Leaning into that mentality, Josh finally replied to her, “How about a quick test? You write down all the reasons why I should keep you around. Why you’re special, why you’re different, why you’re important, etcetera, etcetera. And I’ll review it afterwards.”

Emiru burrowed her eyebrows in contemplation. “Okay..” she mumbled with uncertainty. “Special.. important..”

Her hand with the imaginary pen remained idle. After a minute, she announced that she was done. Turning the fake notepad around, she showed the contents to Josh.

“What does it say? I didn’t see you write much,” Josh asked.

“That’s because.. I didn’t write anything. It’s empty!” Emi exclaimed. “I’m not important or different at all. I’m just like every other dumb bitch out there. Desperate for a big cock. Desperate for a big strong man to protect me, haha. There’s nothing special about me, so I just left it blank.”

A smile grew on Josh’s face. “You’re good. You’re very good.”

“Haha!” Emiru giggled. “I knew that’s the answer you wanted.”

Josh clicked his tongue, ready to check her. “But is it the truth? What answer did you really want to put down?”

Contemplating her response once more, she answered after a few moments. “What I want doesn’t matter. I don’t matter,” she stated matter-of-factly, snuggling her cute face into Josh’s side. “I’m fine with that.. really. I just want you to use me to get off and then you can throw me away. But.. don’t throw me too far. Keep me close so you can use me when you get hard again.”

The two smiled and embraced, satisfied after the exhausting sex and the perverse dynamic they seemed to have reached. They were both happy for their own reasons. Josh was happy to have yet another willing sex slave, and Emiru was happy to finally have a purpose.

The lovers fell asleep and napped for an hour before Josh was startled awake. His phone buzzed in his shorts that were laying on the ground nearby, alerting him to an incoming text message. He quietly reached over and managed to snag his shorts without rousing Emiru awake.

He had dozens of messages from Kyedae, Poki, and Lily, but noticeably, none from Valkyrae.

Josh sighed and hoped that she’d get over whatever grudge she was holding. He hadn’t treated her any worse than the rest of the girls, and they all seemed to be perfectly happy. Just scrolling through the unread texts, he could see how much they missed him.

Pokimane was constantly sending him nudes, many of which included angles of her fat ass in the mirror. She spread her cheeks in a few of them, showing him exactly what he was missing. She also asked for updates with Emiru. Since she was one who helped connect him with Mizkif and thus, Emiru, Josh felt obliged to text back with a very brief status report, which included a quick selfie of him and his conquest.

Lily didn’t send any nudes, but she did send him a few teasing photos. She stuck her tongue out in a couple and asked when he’d be back. She also provided several updates on Michael’s condition, doing her best not to allude to his involvement just in case things escalated. The police could easily pull their text history after all. Josh was just a concerned friend and that’s how she spoke to him.

He had the most missed messages from Kyedae though. She was feral for attention, sending a good mix of nudes and casual photos. Some with Tyson in the background and a naughty message, some with her tongue out, some with her eyes crossed, but all of them contained some form of self-degrading text. She was desperate for him to get back, and she said as much.

Josh’s dick grew at the endless showering of love his girls sent his way. It sparked a sense of urgency to get back to LA, but he knew there were still a few things to take care of here in Austin.

After responding to his California whores, he focused his attention on Emiru. Reaching over to play with one of her boobs, he tugged on her nipple until she finally stirred awake.

“Mmm,” she moaned with one eye half open. “You better be ready for another round if you keep that up, mister.”

Josh smirked in response. “I’ve got some stuff to finish on your PC, but you are more than welcome to blow me under your desk.”

“Ooo, that sounds nice..” she mumbled, still waking up from her nap. “You do your important business stuff while I get to practice my deepthroating.. hah.”

The two rose from the sofa and began walking towards Emiru’s room. Cum immediately began to run down her legs as she was reminded of her creampie from before. She plugged her cunt as best as she could with her hand and then noticed Mizkif, which stopped her in her tracks.

“Wait,” she said, looking over to her afterthought of a boyfriend. “Should I clean him up first?”

Josh shrugged and continued walking. “I’d be very surprised if he gets up before morning. Let him sit in my piss for a little while longer.”

Emiru bit her lip at the mean suggestion. “Okay, haha. Sounds good to me.”

“Maybe check his pulse though? Just to be sure he didn’t die on us while we were fucking.”

Emi stifled a chuckle. “Oh my god.. low-key, that would solve sooo many problems.”

Already down the hall, Josh called out, “Let me know if I need to pick up a shovel from the store!”

“You are so bad!” Emiru shouted after him, shaking her head at his dark humor.

With cum still leaking from her pussy, Emiru waddled over and she surveyed the scene. Mizkif was clearly beaten and bruised, but it didn’t seem like he was in critical condition or anything. None of his limbs were broken. Maybe an unseen rib or two but that was manageable.

“This might work,” Emiru whispered to herself.

She was hopeful that she could explain the whole thing away and that she and Mizkif could continue their relationship without any complications. She would continue sleeping with Josh on the side and she’d have him beat Mizkif up every now and then. She’d sneak Josh’s cum into his food and her clueless boyfriend would never catch on. She could live out her sick and twisted fantasy life. It would be perfect.

Kneeling down with one hand still covering her cunt, Emiru used her free hand to check Mizkif’s pulse. It was there, slow and steady.

“You’ll be fine,” Emiru whispered to her incapacitated boyfriend. “I was going to clean you up, but Josh said I should hold off on that, so..”

She looked at Mizkif with pity. This was a man that she’d been with for almost two years. They’d been through so many ups and downs together. Deep down, she still loved him. That couldn’t possibly fade away over the course of a day, but it could change. It had changed.

“You shouldn’t have been an asshole,” Emiru lashed out in an unprompted attempt to justify her actions. “You’re acting like this is all my fault! None of this would have happened if you were just fucking nicer. If you were nicer, maybe.. maybe I would’ve resisted him more. But no! You just had to be a fucking jackass. And controlling! You're always so controlling. Don’t wear this on stream, don’t talk to this person, don’t collab, don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t don’t don’t! Ugh! It was too much. And Josh.. well, Josh is controlling too, but he can be! He can tell me what to do because he’s.. he’s different. He’s big and strong and he knows how to put me in my place. He also knows.. he knows how to fuck me. Fuck me like I deserve to be fucked. If I ever told him no, he’d just bend me over and take me. He’d choke me and rape me just to get what he wants, and that’s why I’m choosing him. He takes what he fucking wants. You’re too much of a pussy to ever do anything like that. That’s why you’re covered in his fucking piss, you stupid cuck.”

Emiru was almost out of breath. The vitriol in her own words was surprising, causing her to take a moment of pause. She looked down at her sticky hand plugging her cunt and a twisted idea came to mind.

“I’m going to give you one last chance, Mizzy,” she began to say. “I’m about to do something.. something very very mean, and if you stop me, I’ll never cheat on you again. We can go back to the way things were and maybe we’ll even get married one day, but you have to stop me.. right now.”

With that, Emiru bit her lip and wobbled forward on her knees. She approached Mizkif’s head and lifted one leg to swing it over her boyfriend’s face, positioning herself directly above him. Her pussy was a mere foot away from its target. Emi then removed her hand from her cunt, which was the only thing holding back the half gallon of cum that Josh blasted into her.

Hour-old semen flowed down like a waterfall, drenching Mizkif’s bruised face. The twisted streamer was completely fascinated by the utter humiliation she was creating. It was like she was finally listening to that evil voice in her head. The same one that told her to drive into oncoming traffic or to punch a crying baby.

Except this time, she listened. “Fuck,” she moaned out, looking down to see more and more of her boyfriend’s face being drowned in thick white sperm. “His nut.. his nut is all over your face, Miz. Why are you just letting this happen? Oh, oh my god.. this is so fucked.”

Emiru swiveled her pelvis around to make sure every inch of her boyfriend’s face was coated. It was like watching a car crash to her. She just couldn’t look away, and in this case, she was the one causing the crash, making it worse and worse with every passing second.

“It’s funny,” she whispered, squeezing her vaginal muscles to get as much of Josh’s load out of her as possible. “Josh was saying earlier that he wanted to cum in my eyes. Like, directly in them. He likes how they’re so big, haha.. and, but.. he didn’t get a chance to yet. And now, you’re going to have his cum in your eyes before I do.”

Emiru then reached down to open one of his swelling eyes and directed the weakening flow of cum directly in it. She was startled as his eyeball twitched, but Josh was definitely right earlier. With the beatdown he received, it would be a miracle if Mizkif woke up before morning.

“Cum.. in your eyes,” Emi mumbled to herself absent-mindedly as she proceeded to do the same with her boyfriend’s second eye. “You’re so gay for letting this happen, Miz. A real man wouldn’t. I know you got your head stomped on and everything, but still. I literally told you we could get married if you stopped me, but you didn’t. You’d rather have Josh’s cum all over your stupid face than marry me. Fucking.. fucking Josh! The guy I’m cheating on you with! His cum. You’d rather have his cum than marry me. Ugh, so gay. You’re so gay, Miz.”

With that, Emiru was finally satisfied. She stood up with wobbly legs and stepped over her boyfriend to appreciate her work. “I want to say sorry, but.. I’m just not. I’m not sorry at all. This was awesome, haha. And I’m going to do it again. This and other fucked up shit. I’m going to gaslight you in the morning and you’ll believe me because you’re a little bitch. I’ll threaten to break up and you’ll probably start crying and beg me to stay. Then Josh and I will plan other ways to humiliate you even more. Fuck.. fuck! I can’t wait. Okay.. well, this was fun. I’m going to go cheat on you again now. Byeee.”

Emiru bit her lip and giggled all the way to her room.

There, Josh was looking into her hamster cage.

“This little guy is so fucking cute,” Josh commented. “I don’t think he fucks with me yet, but he’s coming around. I can tell. We’re building that trust slowly, you know?”

Emiru shook her head in confusion. “Uhh, okay, sureeee. Could you.. could you please fuck my throat with your cock? Like, right now?”

Josh was surprised at her eagerness, but no convincing was needed, predictably. Half an hour later, Emiru was still bobbing her head in Josh’s lap while he researched ways to take her money in the least complicated manner.

“Don’t forget the balls, bitch,” Josh reminded the slutty streamer giving him head. She was doing a great job so far, deepthroating him most of the way to his base with every bob of her head, but it still felt good to degrade her.

“I would never forget these big beautiful balls,” Emiru cooed as she withdrew Josh’s massive cock from her throat and lowered her head to kiss and lick them eagerly. “My whole life is dedicated to these things now. Making sure they’re always empty, hehe.”

It was hard to concentrate with Emiru blowing him like her life depending on it, but Josh did his best. Emiru had already agreed to hand over all of her assets to Josh and it would be quite the task to complete without running into snafus along the way. Barely having a few hundred dollars to his name meant that he wasn’t super savvy with finances, but a few google searches could turn any idiot into a passable amateur.

“So it looks like the easiest way to transfer all of your money is going to be with simple wire transfers,” Josh began to explain out loud, “but even with that, I’ll have to add my bank as an approved account and it’ll take a few business days to get verified, and there are transfer limits, so this is going to take a few weeks for sure.”

Emiru looked up at him with her adorable eyes and lifted her head to respond. “Am I supposed to know what all those big words mean?”

Josh smirked at her. “I didn’t even say any big words.”

Rolling her eyes, Emi replied, “Whateverrrr. I can’t focus with your big cock in my face like this. It makes me all dumb and stupidddd, hehe.”

She waved it in front of her face and focused her eyes on it, never letting the big cock out of her sight. Giggling, she smacked it on her face a few times.

“This is all I care about now, hehe,” Emi giggled as she continued smacking herself with Josh’s meaty dick. She rubbed it around and made sure it touched every part of her adorable face. She loved the hefty feeling it had. Without wasting another second, she aimed the tip between her lips and stuffed as much of the goliath cock down her throat as she could.

Barely making it halfway before meeting insurmountable resistance, Emiru quickly came back up for air and pouted angrily. “Hey, daddy? I know you’re busy with smart business stuff that I’m wayyyy too stupid to understand, but your slut needs a teenie weenie bit of help..”

“Sure thing,” Josh replied, endlessly amused at her ditzy voice. “What can I help you with?”

Grinning happily at getting her master’s attention, Emiru asked, “Can you please do that thing where you punch the back of my head? So I can get all of your cock down my throat? I want to be sooo stupid for you as you take all of my money, hehe.”

Laughing along, Josh replied, “That might be the first good idea you’ve ever had.”

Clapping her hands together, Emiru was soon deepthroating Josh’s cock all the way down to the balls, straining her mouth and throat. Taking all ten inches of his girthy cock was a challenge, but Josh’s eager fists were incredibly helpful. Once she had her nose buried in his pelvis, Josh turned his attention to her computer once more and Emiru was left to deepthroat him on her own.

She kept his cock lodged balls deep for as long as she could in order to acclimate herself. Regardless of how many times she throated his big dick, it would be difficult to ever get used to it. All she could do is try. Enthusiasm was king, as Josh had stated before.

After half a minute, she came up for air, retracting only as far as she needed for her airway to open. Once she resupplied herself with oxygen, Emiru forced as much of his cock back down her throat. The excess spit from her sloppy blowjob helped ease more and more of his thick dick down her gullet. It wasn’t long before her nose found his pelvis once more, and she kept herself there for a good twenty seconds before Josh noticed as well.

“Fuck, you’re getting good at that,” he groaned in the midst of the pleasure. Emiru’s throat engulfed every inch of his member, keeping it warm with her tight, wet throat pussy. The feeling was almost indescribable. “

She only looked up and mumbled in response, not wanting to free herself and allow Josh’s pleasure to dissipate too quickly. Seeing him close his eyes and lose focus on her computer meant so much to Emiru. It gave her pride a boost and encouraged her to hold out even longer. Throating his cock for thirty seconds was for rookies. She challenged herself to go for a full minute. She refocused, taking her eyes off of Josh, and managed to sneak her tongue out below his girthy cock to lap away at his balls ever so slightly. The attempt was awkward with a ten inch anaconda suffocating her, but she did it for Josh. A little bit of discomfort was worth the pleasure he received as a result.

Finally pulling her head back and freeing herself after what seemed like an eternity, she giggled at how good she was getting. “Guhhh, so good, hehe! Am.. am I? Am I doing good?” she asked, fishing for easy praise.

Josh had already turned his attention back to her PC. He managed to log into her online bank account with Chase since the page was bookmarked and the login information immediately autofilled. And it turned out that she wasn’t lying before. Josh was staring at a dollar figure he’d never seen in his own bank.

$1,940,369.20

That was the amount she had in her checking account.

“Wait, wait,” Josh said, shaking his head in confusion. “You have almost two million dollars just sitting in a fucking checking account?”

Emiru was still waiting for an answer to her question, expecting to be praised, and instead was met with a question that she had felt guilty about in the past. Many of her streamer friends were millionaires as well and often spoke about investments and cryptocurrencies and bonds and whatever else. She tuned most of it out because it was stressful, but it was something on her to-do list that always gnawed at her.

“Uh, yes..” she answered hesitantly.

Scoffing at her, Josh replied, “Dude, okay, I get it. You’re too dumb to invest it, but even fucking putting it in a savings account would be better than this. This shit could be earning a load of interest.”

Emiru rolled her eyes and groaned, seemingly breaking from her ditzy cockdrunk trance. “Ughhhh, I know! I know, I know.. everyone tries to talk to me about that, but it’s like, I’m just a girl. I don’t want to have to deal with all of that blah blah money shit. It’s stressful.”

“God, you’re stupid,” Josh replied.

Emiru felt a little sting. Perhaps because it was genuinely directed at her real life decisions and not a part of their degrading dirty talk. “Yes, we’ve established that already. Aren’t you here to take care of all of this anyway? I don’t need to worry about it anymore!”

“Yeah, you’ve got a point there,” Josh replied. “Any other accounts I need to know about? Transferring over your car title will be easy enough. We’ll do wire transfers for this money, and that should take care of most of it. Unless?”

Emiru was still absent-mindedly jerking Josh’s cock as they spoke, but she paused now that she had a confession to make. “Uh.. well, I do own some of OTK. I’m a part owner. And also, uhm..”

She paused long enough for Josh to motion for a response.

“Why don’t I just keep sucking your dick and we can move on?” Emiru eagerly suggested before resuming her blowjob. She dove towards the head of Josh’s cock, swallowed as much as she could in one go, and bobbed her head dramatically to try to distract him.

But Josh wasn’t having it. He never thought he’d pull such a pretty streamer off of his cock, but he wanted answers.

“No, Emiru! Off! Get off.. you can finish blowing me after you tell me what you’re hiding. It can’t be that bad,” he said as he lifted her head off of his cock and caressed her cheek.

Emiru had a guilty look on her face. It took her a few seconds and a big sigh, but she finally confessed her secret. “Miz.. Miz kind of sorta maybe owes me some money.. and it may or may not be $300,000.”

Josh looked at her with a blank stare for a few seconds before breaking out in a laughing fit.

“Don’t fucking laugh!” Emiru protested. “I said maybe! Maybe he owes me that!”

“Haha, oh my god. What the hell do you mean ‘maybe’?”

Emiru pouted. “Okay, fine. He does.”

“Okay, and why in the ever living fuck would you ever him that much money?” Josh asked incredulously.

Emiru rolled her eyes. “It seems dumb now! Obviously! But I didn’t know we weren’t going to last.. I didn’t think you’d just swoop in and change everything! This is kind of your fault.. if you think about it..”

“My fault, huh?”

Emiru groaned. “Ugh.. no, it’s not. He.. he needed it, and we had been dating for over a year by that point. I knew he was good for it, so..”

“What did he need all that money for?” Josh asked.

Emi shook her hand in the air. “I don’t know. He fucked up on his taxes and he needed it. I mean, he gave me a place to live and everything else basically. I just had the money sitting there, so I didn’t really see a reason to say no. And I didn’t really want him fucking over the IRS.. don’t really want to mess with them.”

“Okay, and he’s been slowly paying you back, right?”

Emiru cringed at that question. “Not.. not exactly. I gave him that money five.. maybe six? Yeah, six months ago.”

“And he’s paid you back at least half by now?”

“Zero,” Emiru replied bluntly. “He hasn’t started paying me back, but.. but he will!”

“Mhm, he will,” Josh replied sarcastically. “Especially now that he’s laying in a puddle of piss and blood down the hall.”

“And cum,” Emiru added and slowly lowered her head to hide behind Josh’s cock. She was clearly embarrassed and didn’t want to face his glare.

Josh shook his head and smirked at her. “Jesus, what did you do?”

Biting her lip, Emiru hesitated before responding. “Nothing, nothing.. I just.. I shared a little bit of the love you gave me. I’m a big believer in sharing. Is that such a crime?!”

Laughing her off, Josh left that topic alone. “Whatever, you freak. I guess we have some work to do, and I guess my trip here has been extended.”

Emiru quickly sat up and her eyes shot wide open. “It has?!”

Josh nodded. “Yup, because that three hundred thousand that he owed you, he now owes me. And I have big plans, Emiru. Big plans that are going to require every dollar I can get my hands on.”

There was a brief pause here. Emiru had been holding a question back for a while that she just had to ask.

“I’m.. I’m not the only one, am I?”

Josh hesitated before replying. “The only one what?”

Emiru rephrased her question. “These big plans.. they include someone else, right? Another girl you’ve turned into your personal slut? Just like me?”

Josh looked down at her and nodded. “Yeah, you’re not the only one.”

She sighed in response. She knew that Josh was too good to be all hers, but her heart still ached at the confirmation. She wanted to be his first and only slut. His confidence was just too blatant. He would’ve tried this seduction on other girls before without a doubt.

“Who?” she asked vaguely. Her question was clear though.

“Uh, shit. Guess there’s no sense in hiding it now,” Josh replied. “I’ve been fucking Valkyrae, Pokimane, Lily, and Kyedae so far. You’re number five.”

Emiru’s face instantly soured.

“What?!” she almost yelled. “You’ve had sex with Rae and Poki?! The two fucking biggest girl streamers?”

Josh could tell she was jealous, so he simply shrugged.

“And Lily? Lily is dating Michael! And Kyedae! Kyedae is dating the.. the fucking gamer. Tenz! No, no.. there’s no way,” Emiru began to stammer. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

Josh couldn’t hold back a slight smile at his resume. “I mean, you’re with Mizkif and I still got you.”

Emiru stopped for a moment. “Oh.. oh, yeah. I guess so. Kind of forgot about that.”

Josh allowed a few moments of silence to process the revelation. “So.. are you mad?”

Looking up at him, Emiru pouted. “No, no.. I’m not mad. I just wanted you all to myself I guess. I knew though. I knew I wasn’t going to be the first,” she said before reaching out to take hold of his mammoth cock at the base with both hands. “Not with a cock like this, heh..”

“Just didn’t expect to be the fifth?”

“Yeah,” Emiru nodded solemnly as she jerked him off. It was clear that she was still sad, but she didn’t want to kill the mood. “Guess I should feel lucky you aren’t in double digits already. As cocky as you can be, heh.. no pun intended. You.. you are pretty great. I don’t want to get all sappy, but I kind of felt like I couldn’t breathe before. With Mizkif. Everything was just so fucking overwhelming. I didn’t know what to do. He fucking sucked, and you fixed that. You helped me.”

Josh didn’t reply right away. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he could sense that something was changing. In the past, he might’ve just told Emiru to shut the fuck up and shoved his cock down her throat, but that wasn’t the urge he had in that moment.

He wanted to protect her. From Mizkif, from her stressful lifestyle, from anything that would hurt her, and Josh was starting to question whether or not he belonged on that list himself.

“I think I know of a way you can thank me,” Josh finally replied just to ease the tension a bit. He wasn’t great with verbal affirmation after all.

But Emiru took it in stride. She smiled at him, immediately recognizing his insinuation, and she wasted no time before giggling and taking the head of his cock into her open mouth. Josh’s cock had softened slightly, but he was a shower by all definitions of the word, and it was still a struggle to bob her head over his girth.

Josh leaned back and put his hands behind his head to enjoy the blowjob. For the next twenty minutes, Emiru serviced him to the best of her ability. She throated his massive cock for most of that time, but also made sure to lick his balls and degrade herself every time she came up for air. When Josh’s climax was near, he took over and facefucked her with his usual aggressive nature. It didn’t take long before he buried himself balls deep and unloading every drop of his massive load directly into her throat, ignoring her when she patted his thigh for mercy.

Emiru knew Josh’s orgasm took priority, so she took it without much of a fight. He finally released her over a full minute after his climax ended, and she collapsed onto the floor to gasp for air and cough out the excess cum blocking her airway.

“God, you’re still–” she began to say before coughing some more. “You’re still so rough, heh.”

Josh breathed deeply, still reeling from the euphoric orgasm. “It’s not my fault. Your throat is just too good to resist. Gotta enjoy every single second that I can.”

“Mhm,” Emiru replied in an upbeat mood, giddy that she was able to give Josh so much pleasure. “So it’s my fault then? For having such a fuckable throat? So tight and so wet that you just can’t help yourself. You just haveee to rape it over and over, even if I can’t breathe?”

“Exactly, you got it. Allllll your fault.”

“Huh,” she bantered. “Always blaming women. Why am I not surprised? Hehe.”

Josh laughed in response. A few moments later, he changed the subject. “So, uh.. you’re fine with this, right?”

Emiru cocked her head before assuming his question. “Fine with.. you fucking other girls? Fine with being number five?”

Josh nodded. “Yeah..”

Emiru looked down and contemplated her response for a bit. “I want to be mad. I want to be really jealous and tell you to fuck off.. but the more I think about it, the hotter it is.”

Raising his brows, Josh replied, “Really?”

Nodding, Emiru elaborated, “Yeah, really. I’m okay with you messing around with other girls. I’m.. I kind of love girls too. Like Pokimane? Are you fucking kidding me? I’d get on my knees and bark for her if she asked me.”

“Oh, you’re a fucking simp, haha.”

“Fuck yeah. A proud simp,” Emiru admitted. “So you.. going around and fucking all the hottest streamers.. god, I’m kind of jealous.”

Laughing at her embarrassing admission, Josh replied, “Cool. But.. I don’t want you doing the same thing. Like, if you ever fuck Miz again or any other guy, I’m out.”

Emiru nodded in quick agreement. “Oh, yeah of course. I wouldn’t do what you’re doing. Like, I know I’m cheating on him with you, but I’m kind of a prude with sex. I’m totally fine with you fucking other girls and me not fucking anyone but you..”

“Wow,” Josh replied with a chuckle. “I wasn’t going to put it that bluntly, but yeah, that’s what I want. You being loyal to me while I get to mess around with all your streamer friends.”

Rolling her eyes, Emiru couldn’t contain a smirk from forming on her face. “That’s such a man reponse, haha, but I’m down. Honestly, I love being exclusive and giving all of my love to one person. And plus, I get to see you be super happy from plowing all of the chicks that you meet. It’s a win-win.”

“Honestly, I couldn’t ask for more from you. That’s awesome,” Josh replied, happy with their arrangement.

Emiru nodded and couldn’t resist asking her next question. “Sooo.. who’s going to be number six?”

“Number six? Uhh..”

“Yeah!” Emiru goaded him. “Who’s the next streamer you’re targeting? I mean, you came all the way to Texas just to blow my back out, right? Well, you got me. My pussy, my throat, and my long term relationship are all thoroughly destroyed. So who’s next?”

Josh chuckled at her eagerness. “I didn’t really have anyone specific in mind. I honestly didn’t even plan you out. Some shit went down in LA so I had to leave for a bit, and Poki suggested you..”

Emiru’s mouth fell open. “Poki suggested me?! She told you to come here to Austin and try to get me in bed?”

Josh nodded in confirmation.

“Wow,” she replied in awe. “I’m honored, haha. I can’t believe I’m the first girl she thought of.”

Josh bunched up his lips, ready to argue. “Well, I mean.. I wouldn’t go that far. She had to pick someone I hadn’t gotten to yet and someone not in LA, so the list of choices wasn’t that large.”

Emiru actually looked hurt, jokingly, of course. “Are you serious? You couldn’t just let me have this one fucking thing, huh? I tell you that you can fuck all of my streamer friends and I won’t even look at another guy and you do this to me? Wowwww.”

The two laughed together before getting back to the original question.

“Did you have any suggestions? For number six?” Josh asked. “Maybe here in Austin?”

“Uh, oh my god.. there’s so many to pick from,” Emiru replied, deep in thought. “Cinna would be a really hot pick. She has huge boobs and a big dump truck ass. ExtraEmily would be so hot too. She acts super innocent, but she did have a hoe phase in college, so maybe you could tap into that? Uh.. oh fuck, wait.. Maya! Oh my god, Maya would be a fucking crazy pick. Miz would hateeee you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Josh agreed. “That’d be funny. She has that animal sanctuary not too far from here, right?”

Nodding, Emiru replied. “Yup, but she’d be a little harder. I couldn’t help you with her.. because.. yeah. I don’t really talk to her.”

“Oh yeahhhh. You kind of swooped in and took her spot here, didn’t you? You took Miz and her spot in OTK.”

Emiru slapped him lightly in protest. “I did not! You shouldn’t.. how do you even know the lore?”

“I know a little bit, okay? Give me some credit.”

“Well, it’s not true. Not at all. Either way, we don’t talk, so I couldn’t get you connected with her super easily. Like, with Cinna or Emily, I could just invite them over and they’d be here asap. Wait.. oh my god! I could dress them up for you too! In super slutty cosplays!”

Josh laughed at her overactive imagination. “You are way too excited about this, haha.”

“What? I want to help you fuck as many streamers as I can. Sue me.”

Josh nodded. “Any other options?”

“I mean, there’s Bonnie.. she’s fucking adorable. Cuter than me, I’d say. If you get her in bed, you haveee to invite me to a threesome. Uhm, Alinity? She’s here too. She’s like a milf but still super hot. Open to that threesome as well. And.. PeachJars? She’s hot too. She’s dating Cyr though so that’d be kind of fucked up.. but just say the word and I’ll DM her.”

The two continued brainstorming for a few minutes and were soon lathering each other up in the shower while listing off more potential streamers to chase after. Emiru deepthroated Josh’s cock before he bent her over and fucked her in several different positions, most of them uncomfortable and very slippery.

Unfortunately, none of their master schemes would end up panning out. Their immediate goal was to get on Mizkif’s good side and convince him to pay Emiru back. Josh opted against playing the bully loan shark to start off, fearing that Miz would be scared off. Emiru managed to successfully gaslight her boyfriend when he awoke late the next day.

“That’s one fucking hell of a misunderstanding,” Miz grumbled out as he iced his face with a frozen bag of peas. He had two black eyes and swelling in more places than not.

Emiru played her role as the helpful girlfriend. “He really thought you were hurting me, I guess. Maybe I was screaming a little too loud.”

Mizkif couldn’t quite remember the entire sequence of events that led to the assault, which helped Emiru and Josh tremendously. “Why didn’t he ask anything though? Like, hey, damsel in distress, do you need help? I just don’t fucking get it.”

“I mean, I was grabbing my cheek, I think, so he must’ve thought you punched me or something,” Emiru went on to explain. Her stupid boyfriend would buy her story even if she had to shove it down his throat and make him choke on it. “I was just wiping a tear away, of course. I know you’d never hit me, Miz.”

“And then he fucking kicked my ass? Like, is he supposed to be Poki’s manager or her fucking security guard?”

Emiru acted as empathetic as she could. “I know, I know.. apparently, he has three sisters, so he immediately went into protect mode.”

“Ahh, fuck,” Mizkif groaned in pain as he tried to sit up. Emiru had already cleaned him up, helped him change, and got him downstairs to his room. “Why didn’t you stop him then? Motherfucker kicked the shit out of me. I can barely hear my own voice with this headache.”

“Yeah, he did not hold back at all,” Emiru nodded as she felt her cunt tingle. The image of Josh stomping on her boyfriend’s head kept replaying over and over in her mind. “I tried to say something, but he just kept going and going. I’ve never seen someone that big and strong get so angry.”

Mizkif couldn’t believe it. “Wait, you tried to say something or you did?”

“I was in shock, you asshole!” Emiru berated him. “Imagine someone you love getting the shit kicked out of them for like twenty minutes. I didn’t know what to do!”

Emiru, of course, knew exactly what to in that situation. She fingered her cunt until her brain was mush.

“Twenty minutes? Twenty fucking minutes and you didn’t even try to stop him?”

Emiru attempted to turn it back on him. “I was scared, Miz! You were the one getting beat up, yes, but I’m the one that had to watch it! I told you, I froze. And it probably wasn’t twenty minutes. Maybe like fifteen, max.”

“No fucking wonder my head is pounding,” Mizkif whined.

Emiru nodded. “Yeah, he was basically curb stomping you for a longggg time. I’m surprised you even woke up today, honestly.”

Mizkif was having trouble handling the incredible rollercoaster of emotions he was feeling. Anger at Josh, frustration with Emiru, pain in his whole body, confusion at what actually went down, and fear. Fear that Josh was still lurking around the corner.

“So what happened after?”

“After he was done beating you up?” Emiru clarified solely to humiliate him further.

Mizkif shook his head. “Yeah, yeah, Emi. Whatever. What happened? Did you call the police? Why didn’t I wake up in the hospital?”

“Oh no, I didn’t call anyone,” Emiru stated bluntly. “I looked you over and you were technically still breathing, so I’ve just been hanging out with Josh all day.”

Anger boiled inside of Miz like he’d never felt before. “You.. you hung out with him?”

Emiru nodded and smiled as if nothing was wrong. “Yeah! I wanted to see why he was such a meanie to you, so I got to know him better and I actually kind of think he was in the right. Like, from his perspective, he was just trying to protect me like he would any of his sisters. It’s kind of sweet, honestly. We’ve been hanging out in my room ever since he put you to sleep.”

Mizkif was almost shaking in frustration. He had no idea why Emiru would even give a freak like Josh the time of day, but the pain was so distracting that he couldn’t muster the energy to engage in one of his classic hissy fits.

And that’s how the rest of the week went. Emiru became his very clumsy nurse, accidentally dropping things on her injured boyfriend or letting him fall when helping him to the bathroom. She also joked about the entire assault constantly, and Mizkif had to take it. Emiru was getting better at manipulating her boyfriend with each passing day, and the fact that he required her help was a huge advantage for her.

Josh and Emiru continued their scandalous cheating, often fucking right under her boyfriend’s nose. After every fuck session, Emiru would carefully salvage any of Josh’s cum from her cunt, her ass, her mouth, or from the floor, and she would sneak it into Mizkif’s food.

This was one of Emiru’s favorite parts of the whole deception. It was inexplicably fascinating to watch her boyfriend consume her lover’s sperm. Something about it drove her absolutely wild, which usually resulted in passionate and exhausting sex with Josh. Her boyfriend healed up soon after, but that did nothing to stop the cheating.

The bond between the two fuck buddies grew so closely that two weeks passed before either of them could blink.

But nothing good lasts forever.

Josh had self-admittedly been neglecting the other girls in his life, which was evident as he finally got around to checking his phone. In the eventful few weeks he had with Emiru, he’d apparently missed hundreds of texts and calls from the four streamers he seduced in LA. Pokimane, Lily, Kyedae, and even Valkyrae had been reaching out to check in on him, and every communication went unanswered.

At first, they were worried. Knowing what Josh was up to in Austin and having received some details about his progress with Emiru, they knew that he was playing a dangerous game. Even in LA, they were still dealing with some aftermath of Josh’s sexually destructive wake.

Which they were happy to do. Josh was worth it after all, but that sentiment could only carry itself for so long. After Josh appeared on a few of Emiru’s streams as happy and flirty as could be, his approval ratings soured amongst the girls. They all had their own reasons, of course.

Lily was busy dealing with the aftermath of Michael’s accident. His initial surgery was successful, but his condition worsened unexpectedly, and he fell into a sudden coma. Being at the hospital physically wasn’t her only concern. She had to deal with the never-ending wave of online support that brigaded every one of her streams and posts. She couldn’t even collaborate with any friends without their chats asking for endless updates about Michael. The guilt and the anxiety became overwhelming, and Josh was ghosting her requests for emotional support.

Pokimane was the most supportive about Josh’s long stay in Austin, but even she couldn’t stay on Josh’s side after two weeks of no contact. She was undergoing a lot of stress after an old controversial clip of her resurfaced, and all she wanted was a support figure to be there for her. Lily supported her as much as she could, but she was dealing with her own issues. Twitter trolls were leaving hundreds of hateful replies to her tweets, her latest YouTube video had more dislikes than likes, and she lost almost ten thousand followers on Instagram. Worse yet, she had a scheduled merch launch with OfflineTV that she was forced to postpone due to all of the drama. She cried herself to sleep almost every night that Josh wasn’t there, and even a simple phone would have been enough to reassure her.

Kyedae’s love for her boyfriend, Tyson, rekindled unexpectedly. Without Josh to fuck her senseless and keep her corrupted, she grew bored of her ranked Valorant streams and ended up going to several of her boyfriend’s local Valorant tournaments. They won every series in the group stage and ended up qualifying for the Masters tournament in Madrid. One of the most attractive things about him was his passion for e-sports and his high skill level, which she got a front row seat to. Still, even as she sat in the audience cheering on her boyfriend, Kyedae would look down at her phone and refresh the messages she had been sending Josh, hoping for even a crumb of attention. One text and she would’ve stayed in LA, but that text never came, and she ultimately agreed to accompany Tyson to Spain and watch him compete.

Valkyrae had begun distancing herself from Josh even before he left for Texas. Seeing the damage he was causing her and her friends left her conflicted in more ways that she could handle. She simply couldn’t ignore the red flags any longer, despite the amazing sex and the surprisingly erotic degradation. As soon as he left, Rae met up with a fellow streamer, Hasan, to help him pick out a new puppy to adopt. They streamed the whole journey of visiting several dog shelters until they found the right one. Throughout the process, Rae got to see a side of Hasan that she absolutely adored. He was charitable beyond belief. Hasan managed to help out multiple people at almost every shelter they went to. Whether it was by paying for a stranger’s adoption fees, handing out extra money for future pet expenses, or buying supplies for random people and their newly acquired pets, Hasan was an absolute sweetheart in Valkyrae’s eyes. He was the exact opposite of Josh, and she fell head over heels for him. They continued streaming together almost every other day and it wasn’t long before fans started asking if they were dating.

Josh was blind to most of these happenings. It wasn’t until he caught up on all his missed texts that he managed to put a few pieces of the puzzle together. He replied urgently to each girl, but every one of his messages was met with silence, and no one answered his calls. Pokimane reacted to his message with a thumbs up, but that was almost more brutal than being ghosted.

It was all but confirmed.

Josh’s selfishness had finally caught up to him, leading to the most colossal fuck-up of all time.