Chapter 28
Farrow
When I finished work and checked my Scream and Steam account, the messages were blowing up for all the wrong reasons as I hadn’t released a new video…that was meant to be tonight’s job.
I scowled as I scrolled through them. Had something gone viral?
Love the way you made it fit.
So jealous. Will you post that here?
Throwing coins at you for more. My eyes widened. They had thrown quite a few coins into my account. But what were they referring to?
That was gross.
Monsters shouldn’t fuck humans.
I hope you lose your job.
Oh shit…
Someone had added a link to the video in their comment.
I hit the link, needing to see what the damage was, even though in my gut I already knew.
I sank onto the bench in the change room and made sure the volume on my phone was turned off.
The video had been posted to a social media account with a throwaway handle, but there I was fucking Timothy.
Not that anyone would’ve known it was me, as the only part visible was my cock, if my brother hadn’t added a link to my Scream and Steam account.
I was going to kill him. Rip my horns through his stomach and feed his intestines into his big, fat, screaming mouth before pulling them out of the gaping wound in his stomach.
I scrubbed a hand over my mane.
Sure, I’d picked up new subscribers, but I’d also lost some because I’d taken it too far. Some wanted to know what the fuss was about and where to find the video. There was only one thing for me to do…post the damn videos to my site. The ones I’d promised to keep private.
I loaded them up and hesitated. Was Timothy already here, waiting to be questioned? Should I wait and ask? Or was that now moot, since the videos were already out there?
No, fuck my brother. They were my vids, and I wanted to reclaim control. I hit post, so my subscribers could pay to watch if they wanted. And I also left a note.
The videos posted to the other site were stolen and released without my consent, or my human’s consent.
I understand some of you have strong feelings about monster and human relations, and I did too before I stumbled on Timothy having fun on his own.
I recorded that for myself, never intending it to go further.
But I kept filming him and eventually he caught me, and by then I was having fun and so was he.
Again, I never expected to take the place of one of his toys, but I don’t regret it, and he has enjoyed performing for you.
However, he may not want to continue following this breach of trust. When I know, I will update you. Until then, enjoy.
I hit send and closed the screen, not wanting to read anymore comments. For several heartbeats, I sat there feeling as though I’d just done a training session. My heart was beating fast, and I was out of breath.
I needed to tell my boss what my brother had done.
I sent him a message but didn’t include a link.
I’d only supply it if he asked, though the people monitoring the situation would see the vid on my account—they already knew that I’d fucked him, but there was a big difference between it happening in private and it being released for all to watch.
This was such a fucking mess, and I didn’t know where to turn. Had Crispin heard?
Should I tell him?
That meant admitting what was going on, and what if he shunned me for fucking a human? What if he’d already seen the video my brother posted?
My stomach turned, and for the first time, I wondered if I shouldn’t have called my brother’s bluff, but giving in to his demands would’ve been so much worse…wouldn’t it? I closed my eyes but couldn’t bring myself to regret anything I’d done with Timothy.
Maybe I was wrong for feeling that way.
I messaged Crispin asking to meet up. Then I risked a peek at my account, even though I shouldn’t have.
I expected more people to have left or to be hating on me, but instead, there were messages of support, including from other streamers.
Others had dumped money into my account because they wanted Timothy to perform again.
Some listed suggestions.
A few of which involved me.
My boss replied that he’d forwarded it to legal and that I needed to refrain from doing anything reckless. Yeah, my anger had cooled, and I wasn’t going to kill my brother, even though I wanted to punch him in the throat.
I read the rest of the message, and my heart stopped.
Timothy was in custody, and I would be updated in due course.
Fuck.
Crispin messaged back that he was at the gym. I gathered my things and headed downstairs to where he was running an obstacle course; his fitness assessment must be coming up.
I should probably be thinking about mine.
I watched him leap and launch, swing and climb, before rolling down the other side and hitting stop. He noted the time, shook his head in disgust, and requested the video footage to analyze where he could improve.
To my eye, it was his swing; he was slow and didn’t maintain height.
He strolled over. “It’s a pass, but I’d feel better if I were a bit faster.”
“Are you going again?”
“No, that was my third. I fell in the second and was sulking when I saw your message. You pushed me to give it another go before quitting for the day.”
“Glad I could be of use.”
“Hopefully, I can be as useful.” He grinned.
“My brother released private videos with a link to my account.” There was no point in pretending I was there for any other reason.
Crispin shrugged. “I saw.”
“Great.” Was there anyone who hadn’t seen? “So you saw my statement?”
“No. I saw vids on my lunch break. A friend who’s also a streamer sent them to me.”
“He did this because I wouldn’t give him a cut. He made friends with some streamers and has been trying to keep up with their lifestyle.” I caught myself before I went off on a rant. This wasn’t about my brother. “I have bigger problems. He’s here.”
“Who…the human?” Crispin lowered his voice.
“Yeah, he was picked up today for using magic.”
“You’ve been fucking a sorcerer.” He laughed and slapped me on the arm. “He turned you into a walking, talking dildo.”
I pressed my lips together before my tongue said things that couldn’t be taken back. Crispin wasn’t completely wrong. “There are worse things to be.”
“Yeah, there is. So what now?”
“I don’t know.” I never wanted to be a streamer, but it had become an important part of my life because Timothy had become important to me. And now his fate and my fate were out of my hands.
“Let’s grab a drink and something to eat, and I’ll tell my friends that your brother is someone to avoid.
Every streamer has vids they don’t want released, and if he did it to you, he might target one of his friends next.
They have money, and he might decide extortion is more lucrative than streaming. ”
“I don’t want people knowing it was me.” My face wasn’t in any of the vids, and I never wanted to be famous or recognizable—those on the Scream side were more famous because they were often in their vids.
Crispin stared at me. “All they’ll hear from me is that you were targeted because you’re new and popular. But you need to start thinking about the future—”
“There may not be one.” I didn’t care about the channel.
I cared about Timothy…the channel was an excuse to see him and nothing more.