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Steve was smiling when he opened the door. Peter hadn’t seen him smile like this for a while.
“Shoes,” Steve reminded him unnecessarily. “I have a surprise for you.”
“I love surprises,” Peter blurted out before he could stop himself to be cool. Cooler. God, Steve was so cool. He was handsome and perfect in every way.
“I know, baby.”
Peter couldn’t help but feel giddiness putting a pep in his steps. Ned and MJ had been trying to talk Peter out of this relationship because Peter was upset. The thing they didn’t get was that Peter was upset only because he had thought Steve was bored with him. That Steve did not look at him with those beautiful adoring eyes or laugh with him or even want to touch him. They had no idea how he could fuck Peter so good that made him forget his own name. Peter’s friends were all, “
Just leave him already. He’s an asshole. An abuser.”
And yeah, Peter accepted Steve tend to be an asshole at times but–
“Here you are, baby,” Steve opened up his arms to show a…what was it?
“Ummm…” Peter did not want to be unappreciative of a gift from his boyfriend, but he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. “What is it?”
Steve’s face fell together with his shoulders.
“It’s a fucking machine,” he sneered. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I love it,” Peter jumped before Steve got angry. Angrier. Steve could get a little careless when he was angry. “I was just surprised, baby. That’s all.”
That angry glint was thankfully lost, but the smile did not come back
Good going, Peter. Good fucking going.
“Thank you, Steve. This looks beautiful.” It looked clean at least. “It must’ve cost a lot.”
“It did. But we earn a lot from the shows, baby and this will bring us much more money.”
“Oh…” Of course, Steve got that for the show; it was in the video room. Peter could be stupid sometimes.
“Your fans will lose their minds when you’re fucked to oblivion with this.” Steve was smiling again. Peter wished he knew if the smile was for how Peter would look or the money that look would bring. “I can’t wait to try it,” he added, his voice lustful like in the early times of their relationship, before the shows, before Steve got bored with Peter’s lame ass.
Steve tied him up on the bench, shattering Peter’s dreams of having something intimate before the videos started. Maybe after… If he was in a good mood. If Peter made good enough money…
“We should increase your squats,” he said, spanking Peter’s ass. “Your ass is too bony.”
Peter wanted to protest that it had nothing to do with exercise when the diet Steve pushed for was too restrictive to put some meat on his ass, but he luckily held on to his tongue.
“Of course,” he said meekly. Steve didn’t like argumentative lovers, especially in the middle of sex. And also, Steve knew more about fitness than Peter’s nerd ass ever could. And, as Steve had explained, there were a lot of sickos who paid only because Peter looked too young and small. If Peter started eating more and put on muscles, they would lose a lot of money.
“Welcome to the stream guys!” Steve's voice was cheerful again, behind the camera. “You’re in a treat because Poo here had a new toy and he’s very excited to try it.”
“Hello everyone, thanks for visiting me,” Peter said trying to be as cheerful and excited as Steve, but Peter wasn’t a good actor. He had to try harder. “Look what I have, a fuck machine just for me.”
“Poo is horny, fellas.” Steve spanked Peter hard and Peter moaned as he had learned to do. Only Steve’s hand was in the video, keeping his own identity safe. “The poor boy is waiting for the tip jar to clink, gentlemen. Don’t make him wait too long.”
As if on cue, Peter heard that dreaded noise, the one telling him his viewers were paying him.
“Oh, thank you, Mr Mechanic. You are
very
generous.” Steve spanked Peter again. “Go on Poo, thank your biggest fan.”
“Thank you very much Mr Mechanic,” Peter said licking his lips to try to look sexy.
Steve pushed the dildo in his ass then pressed the button. The machine came to life with a buzz, fucking into Peter’s ass unforgivingly.
“Oh, God,” Peter moaned.
“Look how much this slut likes it.” As if Peter enjoyed being punched in the ass. “There are ten speeds, fellas. I’ll increase it slowly.”
Ten speed? Steve had only shown him three. Third was scary enough. Shit.
“Hey Poo, I know you enjoyed it too much to think but remember what were you supposed say to your fans?”
“I promise I won’t stop as long as the tip jar makes noise.” Peter hoped Steve wouldn’t make him keep that promise because what past performances taught him was that Mr Mechnaic had a lot of money to waste on streaming services.
“You hear that, fellas. This slut is too horny to stop.” Then he added, pulling Peter’s caged dick under him to show everyone, “And I made sure he won’t come until each and every one of you perverts are satisfied.”
Peter could hear comments popping up on the screen and he could only guess the depraved shit his viewers were writing. Steve sometimes read them aloud during the show. But he made sure Peter read them all after the show was over so that he could learn about his fans’ preferences.
“Please check the little table on the top right corner for money required to increase the speed or the size of the dildo,” Steve said and Peter cursed inwardly. Of course, there were other dildos fitting the machine. “Poo started with the smallest but he is eager to ruin that ass, aren’t you Poo?”
“Please, Sir,” Peter repeated his lines. “Please ruin me.” It was just a show. It was. It might take long and make Peter want to vomit, but this was just acting. And if he made good money, maybe… maybe Steve would hold him like in those early days, and kiss him like he had used to.
“Look at that ass taking it, guys!” Steve brought down a paddle on Peter’s ass. “Look how it jiggles. Isn’t my slut adorable?”
Peter moaned again. Steve didn’t usually praise him like this. Peter would make this best show ever, he would show Steve that he could make so much money for him. Then Steve would keep him.
“Please…”