Epilogue
Timothy
Six months later
I pulled the sleeves of the gloves up while Farrow fiddled with the lighting. This setup had gotten fancier over the last couple of months and was so far removed from how it had started that my old life seemed like it belonged to someone else.
I wasn’t too sure about the lace bralette and jock set. Dark red wasn’t my color, but this was a fan request, so I waited for Farrow to finish. We filmed in the office, which meant we could separate our lives from filming. These days, I did most of the editing while Farrow was at work.
He no longer crossed the bridges every day; instead, he’d moved into training because the bosses didn’t want anything happening to him that might upset me.
I was a tamed sorcerer who turned monsters from glitter into their old selves, mostly, except for the missing finger and part of the ear, which we all assumed was because some of the glitter had been lost. But I was still a sorcerer.
I guess I was viewed like a lion in a zoo: a fascinating curiosity that was best kept well fed and happy, and capable of killing if the mood struck.
I didn’t like having the cuffs off, even under supervision to help.
I was terrified I’d think the wrong thing by accident, even though working with magic was a little more complicated than just thinking about something.
“You realize I can’t lube that thing up wearing gloves?” I nodded at the dildo next to me on the floor. We had a few simple props in the space, including a chair that was perfect for riding a dildo, as I was able to use the back for leverage.
“I’ll do it. Can you run through the intro?”
“Sure.” I settled onto my knees with just the right amount of desperate anticipation.
“We have something special today. Something was sent in by a biiiig fan.” I gave the dildo a worried glance as I ran my gloved fingers from the pointed tip over the twelve-inch length to the knot at the base.
They liked a bit of fear, though in this case it was justified.
That thing was huge, and the knot was the size of Farrow’s fist. The fan had sent in a pic of his dick and the dildo side by side as if to prove I could take him.
It was as close as Farrow let anyone get to touching me.
I was his. And only did what he asked. But I also had my own ideas about the channel.
A fail today and then a successful attempt at some point in the future might need to happen.
The viewers also liked it when Farrow ‘made me’, and so did I.
I gave a breathy sigh. “He wants to see if I can take everything he has with this replica. Want to find out?”
“Yes,” Farrow said.
I snorted. “Why don’t I peg you with it later?”
He frowned at the monster dick replica. “It’s been a while. I need to start smaller.”
“But it’s okay for me?” My chest got that tight feeling as my breathing shallowed. Pushing back helped me get in the mood.
Farrow growled, and my hole clenched. “I fucked you this morning…do you need me to open you up again?”
No, but I wanted him to. “I’m not sure they want to see your cum dripping out of me.”
He laughed. “I’m going to cut that bit off.”
Even though we planned to film this all at once, the intro would be loaded as a teaser to encourage people to join and view the full clip.
Sometimes we did lives, but not for something like this.
I’d sucked Farrow off in one live, and he’d fucked me in another. Mostly, he was there to encourage me to go further. Sometimes, it seemed as though people loved that. For those, we were careful that his face wasn’t on the screen, and we only used one camera.
Today, we’d use two and pick the best angles later. While I now had a pretty good feel for where to spread and where to look, sometimes deliberately being in a bad position for a bit only made them hungrier for the next good shot—especially in lives. They’d add coins and ask me to change position.
Farrow squirted lube onto the dildo and worked his hand over the length.
My lips parted as lust took over. “Maybe I do need you to open me.”
He leaned over and kissed me, his sharp teeth raking over my lip. “Turn around and put that ass in the air.”
I hurried to obey, not sure if it would be his fingers or his cock pressing into me. Fingers. I sighed, then gasped as he thrust four in.
“If you take it all, I’ll let you suck me off while you’re stuffed full.”
A groan slipped out. He knew how much I liked that. “It’s too big.”
“You used to say that about me.”
His fingers twisted inside me, sending a shudder of pleasure down my spine.
“No coming unless it happens while you’re on it.” His fingers slid out of me and swept over my stretched hole before dipping in again. “Nice. I’ll fuck you after.”
“I might be too ruined.”
He laughed and kissed my ass cheek. “I doubt it. Ready to start?”
“Always.”