Chapter 6 #2
“Fine.” Scott pouted. “You could at least spit on me for a video, though.”
“You want me to spit on you?”
“It could be hot.”
Thomas held up a finger as he cleared his throat.
Scott grimaced. “On second thought.”
Thomas turned to Scott sharply, and Scott stumbled out of the chair, holding his hand out to keep Thomas at bay.
Thomas chased him across the kitchen and back into the hallway.
Scott laughed, backing into the living room, pleading for Thomas to stop.
He tripped on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace and flailed, but Thomas was close enough to catch him and lower him to the rug.
Scott thrashed as he laughed, but Thomas straddled him, breathing through his nose as he kept his lips firmly pressed together.
“Don’t.” Scott snorted. “Don’t you dare spit on me.”
His sides were burning.
Thomas raised his brow, and his expression said ‘you asked for this’.
“Thomas…” Scott screwed his eyes shut, hiccupping for breath. “I was joking.”
Scott waited, but nothing happened.
“As if I would,” Thomas mumbled.
Scott reopened his eyes and smiled up at Thomas.
Thomas didn’t smile back.
“The bio in your profile…”
“What about it?” Scott asked.
“It says you have to make ￡100,000 in a month…”
Scott knew Warren would find his profile, and his bio was aimed at him, his vow to make back the money he took in a month. He’d put an unhappy face on either side of the words, just to let Warren know the message was for him.
“Have to,” Thomas repeated with emphasis. “Like a deadline.”
Scott shrugged. “I thought people would be more likely to subscribe if I made myself sound desperate.”
Thomas glared down at him.
“Wait… How do you know all this? Did you subscribe?”
Thomas continued to glare but nodded too.
“Great.” Scott huffed. “I’ve only got two subscribers, and one of them is you, purely on there to criticise me.”
“You need a better plan.”
“What do you mean?”
“Videos of you jerking off, that’s what you came up with?”
“That’s what people want to see.” Scott frowned.
“Maybe once, but now there are millions of guys doing the exact same thing, and you don’t stand out.”
“Ouch, Thomas, go ahead and call me ugly, why don’t you?”
Thomas rolled his eyes. “What videos will people see once they subscribe?”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”
Thomas hummed, unimpressed. “You’re giving yourself away too cheaply.
” He sighed. “You’ve got to tease them, Scott.
Give them snapshots. A couple of seconds.
You need a better camera. Two preferably.
And a microphone. You need good lighting, and for yesterday’s boxer shorts not to be in shot at the top of the bed. ”
Scott gaped. He tried to kick-start his voice, but it wouldn’t work.
“You need to edit your videos, find the best angle.” Thomas sighed. “Stop going for cheap and amateur when you are neither.”
“I…I…” Scott’s eyes burned.
“It wasn’t a compliment; I’m just stating facts. I found that article about the cam boy earning 50K a week, and I subscribed to his channel.”
Scott narrowed his eyes. “Traitor.”
“Do you want to know why he’s so popular… It’s because he knows how to touch himself.”
“And I don’t?”
“No. Camboy 101 looks like he’s enjoying himself. He might not be, it might be an act, a performance, but he stares down the camera and makes you feel like he is. He even got a reaction out of me.” Thomas licked his lips, and his gaze grew hazy.
“You like using sex toys to make people come, surely jerking off is too vanilla for you.”
Thomas nodded. “It is, but I look at him and wonder what he’d look like if he had a vibrator inside him while he did that…but your videos… I cringed.”
Scott wanted to snap back but couldn’t.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted softly.
“I know. I saw.”
“I know how to be an escort. I know the role I’ve got to play, and how to go about it, and sex is easy when someone has paid for it.
That money exchange was normally all the foreplay either of us needed.
But this…” He shook his head. “It’s like you said, there are millions of profiles, all over the world.
How am I meant to stand out and get an audience? ”
“For starters, you’re going to delete those videos, film some well-made content, take some suggestive photographs, and then you’ll upload.”
“But I need to make money now.”
Thomas’s brow furrowed. “You’ll make more if you wait and upload quality over quantity.”
Scott slid his gaze from Thomas. “You said you didn’t want to be involved.”
“That was before I saw how terrible you are at it.”
“I’m not that bad –”
“Do you really think Camboy 101 makes his millions on his own? He has a cameraman, someone who’s telling him what to do, where to look, when to touch, so here’s what we’re going to do –”
“We?”
“Yes. We. Janice said I need a new hobby, and as I don’t have the patience for crocheting or flower arranging, this will do.”
“You want me to be your hobby?” Scott frowned. “And who the hell is Janice?”
Thomas ignored his questions. “I propose three videos. One of you sliding your hand down your abdomen into your boxers, then we cut.”
Scott blinked. “Okay…”
“One with ‘cum’ running from the hollow of your throat between your pecs, then we cut.”
Scott nodded.
“And one with cum shining on your face while you bite your full bottom lip, then. We. Cut.”
“I can’t keep using my own. I need something with the same consistency…like glue.”
Thomas nodded. “I’ll sort it out.”
“Why…why help me?”
Thomas snorted. “Because you so desperately need it.” He sobered. “I told you, I’m bored and have nothing else to do and…I think it might be quite fun bossing you around in the bedroom, and my God, do I need some fun in my life.”
“You do look pretty miserable.”
Thomas pinched him.
“Ow,” Scott hissed. He bit his lip. “But…”
“But what?”
“I don’t sound like a dying animal when I groan, right?”
“That was harsh,” Thomas admitted. “Maybe not a dying one…but one with severe stomach cramps and wind.”
“I hate you.”
Thomas’s black lips spread into a wide smile. He climbed off of Scott, then offered him his hand. Scott allowed Thomas to haul him back to his feet.
“I hate you too,” Thomas replied. He grinned. “Now let’s make ￡100,000 in a month.”