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George Davidson, known as GeorgeHD in most online communities, was twenty-three, and had a bachelor's degree in computer science. He was currently working as a developer for an online communication system that integrated the style and familiarity of one software program into a multi-server platform, which connected thousands of individuals from across the globe in real time to collaborate on an array of challenges only the most cunning minds could overcome.
In layman's terms, George was a moderator for a public Minecraft server called MunchyMC.
Sure, it wasn't as glamorous as George exaggerated it to be when nosy relatives asked, or when he needed to buff-up his resume, but George enjoyed the work. Okay, maybe not the work itself, but the people he got to work with.
Dream and Pandas were George's two best friends. Both were a little younger, both lived in the United States, and both had their heads so far up in the clouds that George couldn't even keep up with what they were talking about most of the time.
"I swear on my grandma's grave- I found it!"
"You can't swear on her grave when your grandma isn't even dead, like, what?" Pandas- his name was actually Nick, but George was introduced to him as Pandas and would call him such- laughed back at Dream's claims.
The current hyperfixation between the younger two was 'blowing up on YouTube- just like Pewdiepie'. George had to give credit where credit was due; this was the longest they'd ever stayed in a hyperfixation together.
Granted, that meant it had been just shy of a month.
Meanwhile, George had hyperfixations of his own, like how the hell was he going to scrounge up enough money to pay for his student loan payment this month, buy groceries, and somehow afford his rent. As much as George loved having a job that was both with his friends and doing something he enjoyed, there was a reason George was constantly looking at new ways to improve his resume.
Being a Minecraft server moderator didn't exactly pay the bills.
This gig was supposed to be temporary, just something to help out an old friend, BadBoyHalo, who owned the server. Dream had convinced him to join in pretty easily, seeing that no tech companies were biting at his fresh out of uni resume. Moderating the server was just supposed to be a way to get some practical experience coding and fixing bugs on the fly, while Dream set up something behind the scenes.
The temporary position was meant to last a month or two… it was now seven months later and George was stuck in the same place with his two idiot best friends, realizing he really shouldn't have trusted a twenty year old who claimed to have 'cracked the code for crypto', promising he'd get George and Pandas all the insider trading information. The goal was to buy and sell cryptocurrency, which George already knew was a horrendous idea, but Dream convinced him to give it a shot.
"It's basically free money, Georgie! I mean, the shares cost pennies, and I'm telling you my friend knows a huge investor that's about to throw a bunch of money into their stock. Trust me!"
As much as George liked to believe he was the oldest and wisest of the group, how accurate could that be when he managed to get swindled into something as stupid as Dogecoin? Which, for the record, he somehow lost money investing in.
Dream and Pandas moved on, finding new 'get rich quick' schemes to give them hope that life was more than the dreaded nine to five. Dream had no intention of going to college and Pandas was just starting out. George, on the other hand, was already in the 'living in a shitty one bedroom flat and surviving off instant noodles every night' part of his life.
George was getting desperate, damn near ready to start delivering DoorDash via his scooter for some extra money. But then came Dream with all his grandiose plans, promising George his days of Cup Noodles and wondering if they were going to shut off his power because he couldn't remember the last time he paid the bill, were over.
Again.
"Dream, I told you I'm not joining your stupid pyramid scheme," George groaned, retyping his same line of code for the third time.
"It's not a pyramid- George, have you listened to anything we've been saying for the last month?" Dream asked with heavy offense. George rolled his eyes, too tired, hungry, and frustrated at this goddamn code to coddle Dream's feelings.
"Honestly? No." George slumped his shoulders in relief when his code finally went through.
"Well, lucky for you, I'm a patient man-"
"Man? Your voice just cracked." George pointed out, a smug smile resting on his lips.
"Do you want to be a millionaire or not, George?" Pandas jumped in, both into the conversation and the server, punching George's character repeatedly.
"Forget being a millionaire- I just want to eat a hot meal that's not from the microwave," George laughed sadly under his breath. He felt a little guilty whenever he'd dump his financial struggles onto his friends.
He wouldn't necessarily say Pandas was a trust fund baby, but he did know his family was pretty well off- nothing like his own. Dream, well, he would never say he grew up rich- he'd say his family was 'comfortable'.
Clearly their definitions of 'comfortable' were vastly different.
"This is real money, George- money that people are making on YouTube. Pewdiepie, Markiplier, DanTDM, Mr. Beast- George, these people are making millions a month. We can do that too!" Dream sounded so excited, like not even George could rain on his parade.
"Yeah, yeah. Figuring out the algorithm, finding your target audience, having consistent content at the ready- blah, blah, blah." George leaned back in his chair, flinching at the loud squeak it let out any time he moved.
"See, you have been listening!" Pandas punched his character again before running off on the map.
"I found Pewdiepie's seed, George. Okay, well, technically I didn't… but I just finished writing the code that's going to-"
"Dream." George deadpanned, pinching the bridge of his nose. At least he was to the point where he didn't get his hopes up anymore.
"One month," Dream said confidently. "Four weeks and I'll have found the seed, recorded the video, and will have it edited. I swear, George, I can really feel it this time. This is going to be big- we are going to be big."
In the next month, George had to pay his student loan, his personal loan, his rent and utilities, hopefully buy groceries at some point, and- if he was lucky- maybe he could go to the laundromat. Although, considering his bank account was currently in the negatives and he had two bills due before his next paycheck came, George was wondering how Dream would even tell him whether or not his plan worked, seeing that he'd probably get evicted before then.
"Alright, Dream." George gave in- he always did. "You've got one month to make me eat my words."
The call erupted into excited conversations between his two friends, talking about how Dream was going to film the video, whether or not he should make a downloadable version of the plug-in so everyone could find the seed, and so much more than George's exhausted mind could hold onto.
George slipped out of the call, unnoticed, without bothering to say goodbye. He had the free pass of 'my WiFi cut out,' or 'I'm five hours ahead, idiots. I fell asleep,' or his personal favorite, 'I was off to fuck your mum.’
Tonight, the last reason was the closest to the truth- not that he was actually fucking anyone's mother. It was himself he would be fucking. After a day like today, there was nothing George craved more than the endorphin rush that accompanied his climax.
When George grabbed his phone with the intent to find something inspiring, he was instead met with a rejection letter from yet another tech startup company. George's stomach dropped as he read over each copied and pasted ingenuine word in the email. This was the first time in months that George felt like his interview went well, so to get a rejection letter not even twenty-four hours later… that one stung.
George fell back onto his bed, wondering if he'd even be able to still get off with all the disappointment coursing through him. After a second thought, George's dick twitched from inside his boxers, reminding him that he was always down to have an orgasm.
He brought his phone back up to his face, promptly deleting the rejection email. His thumb hovered over the Safari icon, but before he could think twice about it, George was scrolling through pages of apps until he found the blue icon for the App Store.
Before he knew it, OnlyFans was downloaded to his phone.
"Fuck it," George mumbled under his breath, beginning the process of creating an account for himself. First order of business was clicking the big 'Decline' button when the prompt to allow push notifications popped up. Yeah, a notification that DomDaddy69 liked his post was not something he'd ever want to see on his lockscreen.
Hey, if he was going to fuck himself anyway, he may as well see if he could earn something from it- a man's gotta eat. There was also a part of George- his dick, who would've guessed- that was enthralled by the idea of it.
Being on display for total strangers, the potential of some of those people not being strangers, the way he already knew how much more sensitive he felt when there were eyes on him- god, why didn't he think of this sooner?
George turned to his side, catching a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the mirror hanging on the back of his closet door. Maybe that was why…
Unruly hair, wrinkled and ill-fitting clothes, scrawny build- he did have a rather large ass for his size though, so at least he had that going for him. If he was going to do this, he needed to think about it logically- he needed to approach it the way Dream would.
In theory, messy hair could work in his favor, giving him that freshly-fucked look. Wrinkled clothes also weren't really an inhibitor, since it's not like he would be wearing much of them on camera anyway. He would need to play up his strengths, like his ass, his apparently 'twink-esk' figure, and that he really, really knew how to give himself a mind blowing orgasm.
George got to work right away, suddenly having the motivation to make his bedding look a little neater and to scour his tiny flat until he found the one pair of women's underwear he owned. It was red and lacy, something he'd been sent accidentally with one of his Amazon packages, but it was perfect for the occasion.
It was small, definitely causing his ass to bulge out around the seams, but hey- wasn't that kind of the point? George pulled them back down, prepping himself nice and slowly. Considering he couldn't afford to subscribe to anyone else's content to see what people were actually posting, George was going in totally blind. Well, as blind as a person who watched porn on the daily could be.
This was meant to be fast and dirty, something that could get his (currently non-existent) audience off in minutes. George already knew what toy he was going to use, his dick leaking a generous amount of precum and aching to be touched just at the thought of it. Ironically enough, this toy always made him come completely untouched.
As soon as he could comfortably scissor three fingers inside of himself, George pulled them out completely, mourning the loss immediately. With shaky hands and accidentally getting some lube on his phone, George had set up his recording angle.
George retrieved his vibrating plug out of the drawer in his bedside table, using the excess lube on his hand to slick up the toy. It fell silly- counterproductive, even- to put the plug in and then put his underwear on, knowing he was just going to lay down and take them off again. Whatever- George felt full, was already teetering on the edge of his orgasm, and he hadn't even hit the record button yet.
With a final gulp and the sole need to come- and not get evicted- as his motivating factor, George pressed record and crawled away from the phone, keeping his face out of frame. While sitting on his knees with his back to the camera, he ran his hands down his waist and over his thighs, squeezing his hips with a gasp when he arched his back and the plug brushed against his prostate.
"Sorry, I- uh, I might've already gotten started behind the scenes," George apologized with a small laugh, unsure if he was even really supposed to talk at a time like this.
George propped himself up on his knees and pulled the underwear down slowly. This wasn't intended to be a strip tease- George was just genuinely worried he may rip the cheap lace on the underwear if he rushed the process.
With the underwear bunched up at his knees, George spread his cheeks to show off the plug he already had inserted. After giving himself a second to mentally prepare, George picked up the remote, holding it above his shoulder so the camera could see it too.
"Yeah, this isn't going to take long," he whimpered, pressing the power button.
The toy vibrated inside of him sinfully, deliciously, 'going to make him come in thirty seconds flat' -ly.
Slowly, George laid down on his side, letting every whine and moan echo around the room. He pushed his dick between his thighs, making it visible from the back where the camera was pointed. He could already feel precum leaking across the back of his thigh, making his dick glide between his smooth inner thighs with every twitch.
"Fuck, I'm- I'm gonna come. Oh fuck, it's so-" George couldn't finish his sentence, because an involuntary clench around the toy had pushed it directly against his prostate, and he was left shooting rope after rope of cum. It was all over his legs, the bedding, even the underwear he didn't manage to finish taking off was now cum-soaked.
When the pleasure turned into pain, and then that pain stopped also being pleasurable, George was reaching around aimlessly for the remote to turn it off. He was a mess, whining from overstimulation, and twitching with each wave of aftershock.
"God, I needed that," George mumbled to himself, rolling onto his back with his forearm draped over his eyes, his chest still heaving with every breath he took.
Most of the time, George would take the plug right out once he was done, but today felt different. Maybe it was the point of overstimulation he pushed himself to, or maybe it was because of the camera pointing at him.
"Think I… think I want to feel full for a little longer. I'll keep this in for a while," George chuckled under his breath, wondering why he kept trying to talk to the camera. His voice hardly sounded his own- so meek and quiet it was almost unrecognizable. He had half a mind to upload the video muted with whatever kind of music people listen to while they get off playing instead.
After giving himself one more minute to lay there and catch his breath, George finally crawled back over to the camera, ending the recording.
If he were thinking rationally, he would wait until morning to edit the video down and upload it. Okay, realistically, if he were truly thinking rationally, he probably wouldn't have just recorded himself coming in women's underwear. That meant the only logical thing to do was upload it tonight before he lost his nerve.
George fell asleep that night with one video, zero followers, zero comments, and zero subscribers.
George woke up the next morning with zero views on his video, five new followers, zero comments, and zero subscribers.
He rubbed his eyes and squinted at his phone screen, looking at a grayed out version of his video on his profile. Upon clicking on it, he was spared the second hand embarrassment of rewatching it, because an alert popped up.
Unverified accounts cannot upload content. Your verification is pending. Verification takes between 24-72 hours. Your video will automatically upload once your account has been verified, as long as you do not delete this draft.
George groaned after reading the message. He'd be lying if he said he didn't go to bed dreaming of getting a five dollar tip or something so he could grab a bagel from the shop across the street. He pulled himself out of bed anyway, going through the motions of his day on auto-pilot.
Dry cereal eaten by the fistful, logged on to MunchyMC, fucked around with Dream and Pandas throughout his work day, and logged off ten hours later with a headache and growling stomach. George decided to switch it up for dinner (translation: he ran out of instant noodles), opting to have beans on toast, and gaslight himself into thinking fondly of the meal- like having 'breakfast for dinner' was a fun childhood experience again.
That was how most of his days went, give or take a few breakdowns about 'how the fuck do I have a college degree and the best I can do is fix codes on a Minecraft server aimed for ten-year-olds?'. Even if his existence was a tad miserable, George was a creature of habit, so he found comfort in his routine and his ability to get lost in a blur of days that all felt the same.
What George didn't like was any deviation to that routine. Specifically, when that deviation came in the form of phone calls waking him up at four in the morning.
"I'll kill you and your entire-"
"I found it! I actually found it, like, I'm looking at it right now on my computer, George!"
George groaned, shoving his face into his pillow. He did not have the patience to deal with Dream, who had certainly not been taking his ADHD medication as recommended.
"It's four in the fucking morning, Dream. What the hell did you find that was worth waking me up?" George whined, wishing he could go back in time and unbefriend Dream.
"The seed, George! Pewdiepie's fucking seed!" Dream exclaimed with a wheeze-like laugh, which immediately led to a coughing fit loud enough to fully wake George from his half-asleep state.
"You found it? Already? You said it was going to take you a month and it's been, what? A few days, or maybe a week?" George sat up in his bed, switching the call to speakerphone so he could look at the date.
July 10th, 2019
Since when was it July?
"I appreciate the vote of confidence… I think. But no, we had that conversation just over three weeks ago. That means I have about a week to record and edit my video, and I'll still make the deadline," Dream rambled on, but George's mind had jumped back in time to the day they talked about this video idea in the first place.
The day George filmed a video of his own.
'Your video will automatically upload once your account has been verified, as long as you do not delete this draft.'
"Oh my god," George said under his breath, rushing to check his email.
"I know! We're going to make it happen- for real this time! We're-"
Anything else that Dream said after that was in one ear and out the other. The only thing George could focus on was the unread email sitting in his inbox from June 16th- the day after he made his OnlyFans account. He didn't even open the email, the subject line giving him everything he needed to know.
Congrats, GeorgeNotFound! You're Verified!
Scratch that, the email directly above that one confirmed his fear.
Your video was successfully uploaded!
"-what I told you, baby! This is going to be epic," Dream sighed, blissfully unaware of the way George's heart was either beating so quickly he couldn't feel it anymore, or maybe had stopped all together.
George's OnlyFans profile could only be described as a jump scare.
One video, 1.2 million views, 108,912 new followers, 3,665 new comments, and 1,877 new subscribers.
"George? Did you fall asleep on me?" Dream asked, sounding just as confused as George felt.
"No, I'm… I'm, uh, I'm-" George paused, navigating the app with shaking hands, clicking on the 'My Earnings' tab.
"Hey, are you alright? You're stuttering like you just saw a ghost or something," Dream questioned, his tone growing less confused and more concerned.
Seeing a ghost was a good way to put it, since George was fairly certain he died and was now watching his animated corpse reread the numbers on his screen over and over, failing to absorb the information before him.
Subscription cost: $5/month (click here to edit pricing)
Current subscriber count: 1,877
New subscribers in the last 30 days: 1,877
Tips: N/A (click here to enable tipping)
Gross profit: $9,435
Cash-out available: $7,548 (click here for withholding breakdown)
"George?"
"Sorry, I uh, I think I need to go back to bed," George mumbled, a headache sprouting where his brow was tightly furrowed.
"Can I stay on call with you?" Dream asked, for some odd reason.
"Do what you want. I'm dreaming right now, anyway." George closed his eyes and laid back down.
That's what this was- nothing more than a dream. He'd wake up in the morning, check his OnlyFans account again with a clear head, and he'd see completely different numbers than the absolute insanity on his screen right now. He'd get another few hours of shut eye and then go back to his mundane little life, where he did not have just shy of eight-thousand dollars sitting in an account in his name, because he uploaded a video of him coming all over himself in women's panties…
This was all just a really weird dream.
So, as it turned out, it was not all a weirdly vivid dream. George was right about one thing though- the numbers were definitely different when he woke up.
They'd gone up.
George needed to- god, he didn't know what he needed to do. Quit his job? Hire an accountant? Fucking tell somebody? Okay, no- that last one actually sounded like a very, very bad decision. He could already envision the mortification he'd feel when telling Dream or Pandas about this.
'This' referring to George's viral, homemade, and very much amateur porno.
George didn't quit his job, but he did message Bad saying he wasn't feeling very well- not a lie, he was rather sick to his stomach over the whole thing. He even had Dream vouch for him, since he witnessed George's damn near mental breakdown at four in the morning.
With his free time- well, not free anymore, since he was passively earning more by doing nothing than he expected to make in the next six months- George had been staring at three tabs on the OnlyFans app for about an hour.
Cash-out
Delete Account
Comments
Honestly, he didn't know which option was the scariest. Cashing out meant calling his bank and explaining this small (medium? large?) fortune he'd fallen into was in fact not a scam and that he requested they approve his deposit. Granted, to most people, seven and a half thousand dollars wasn't an unbelievable amount of money to deposit at once, but for George- whose bank account had rarely been in the positives over the last two years- it was definitely enough to make alarm bells go off with his bank.
Deleting his account and pretending all of this never happened was probably the most logical option. That being said, giving it up now, when he'd hardly just begun, meant leaving the only job that paid a ridiculous amount of money for doing something George loved.
The comments… that was where George would find out if this was all a cruel joke or not- if they were simply just comments making fun of him. Maybe an entire hoard of people had decided to pity-subscribe to him, like he'd inadvertently created his own pathetic 'for only five dollars a month, you can sponsor this twink. That's just sixteen cents a day to feed George' commercial.
After realizing options one and two were linked, seeing that George refused to delete his account without cashing out first, that only left him with the third option. George clicked on his video, pausing it before he died of secondhand embarrassment, and opened the comment section. He figured this would be more efficient than doom-scrolling through his notifications, since the most liked comments would be at the top.
Goosebumps raised along the back of George's neck, making him roll his shoulders in an attempt to alleviate them.
Need to know how big that plug is… I want to see how much he can take (8,231 likes)
why can't I tip him??? (9,010 likes)
pretty sure i came from the audio alone- he has the bitchiest whine (9,467 likes)
Best 2min and 34sec of my life (11,899 likes)
The things I would do to this twink… (14,009 likes)
George's breathing grew a little heavier, his bottom lip having gone numb where it was trapped between his teeth. He felt hot all over from reading what people had to say about him, his body, the ways they wanted to worship it. There was still another comment- the top comment- left for him to read, and he already had a decent idea of what it was going to say.
When is he going to post again? I need more! (23,004 likes)
So, this wasn't all just an elaborate, ten-thousand dollar prank. People wanted this… wanted him.
His followers, now nearing 150,000 of them, were waiting for him to post something. Potentially more importantly, his subscribers were also waiting for him to post something that was just for them- something worth their money.
Granted, it didn't take much to get George hard- sometimes a breeze in the right direction could do it- but an opportunity had fallen into his lap… the opportunity was his lap? He was hard- that's the point. He was hard, already palming himself through his ill-fitting basketball shorts, and there were people who were apparently ready and willing to pay him money to see it.
"Great." George slumped his shoulders, staring at the disturbingly high pile of dirty laundry building up in the corner of his room- featuring his only pair of 'sexy underwear' somewhere in the middle, still covered in his dried release.
George looked at his disheveled reflection, still in disbelief that he was now a multi… thousand… aire? Whatever, he'd work out the terminology another time. Right now, his need to come was overpowering his desire to figure out the logistical side of things.
His need to shower was also pretty high up on the list.
Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone…
Although the aesthetics of his bathroom were probably the least of any of his viewers concerns, George couldn't help but do a bit of a spree cleaning of his shower. Well, at least he tried as much as someone who couldn't stop pausing to stroke himself through his clothes for a bit of relief could.
George sat down on the edge of the tub wall, now completely naked, with his dick pressing against his stomach. He wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to do or say- he really should've looked into this a little more before starting.
George leaned forward, pressing record on his phone after ensuring his face was out of frame. Did he have any clue what he was going to say? No. But diamonds are made under pressure, so watching that little red light blinking on his screen was all the pressure he needed.
"Hi. Fuck, this is so fucking awkward," George groaned, collapsing in on himself. He let out a deep breath, sitting up straight to keep his head out of frame, and maybe gave himself a few strokes to relax.
"Hi, uh, sorry I haven't posted. But, I'm back? I was actually… well, I was reading your comments on my last post and," he paused, bringing his arm to his side and putting himself fully on display. "Well, this happened."
George couldn't help but palm himself again, chasing the high any amount of friction could provide him. It took him a solid fifteen seconds to stop himself before he got to the point of no return. He let out a feeble laugh, running a finger through the precum he had gotten on his stomach.
"I guess I'm going to go take care of this in a video for my subscribers. I just wanted to post something for everyone to see too, so you, uh, you know I'm back." George shook his head, cringing at his awkward words, but stood up from the tub regardless.
He turned to the side, looking at his reflection in the large mirror behind where his camera was set up. On instinct, George twisted his hips, running his hand over the silhouette of his ass, before realizing he hadn't hit 'end' on his recording yet.
"Oh, fuck," he said through an exhale, pausing the video.
Without the camera pointed at him, George felt like he could finally breathe… he also felt extremely eager to turn it back on. He needed to focus though. If he edited out his false start to the video and uploaded it now, by the time he finished recording himself actually getting off, took a much needed shower, and then edited the second video down- he'd probably have another influx of new subscribers who wanted to see his exclusive content.
Just like the one he uploaded a few weeks ago, George edited down his video with trembling hands, deciding on a whim to leave in his little self-absorbed moment where he checked himself out in the mirror. He sounded so nervous, his voice was nearly as unrecognizable as it had been in his first video. He could only hope no one else would notice his anxiety. George uploaded the video as soon as it had loaded onto the app- after triple checking to make sure he never let more than his chin and lips dip into frame, of course.
George set his phone back up on his sink and found himself standing aimlessly in the center of the bathroom. After a moment's deliberation, George went back into his bedroom and grabbed a couple different toys out of his collection, along with some lube- he was going to shower anyway, who cared if he made a mess?
(And hey, if he chose to spend money on sex toys instead of going to the laundromat, that was his business.)
George set everything up on the counter outside of the camera's field of vision, letting out another exhale before pressing record. He could do this… all he had to do was fuck himself, which he was pretty much a master at.
(A master…bater…)
"I'm guessing you watched the other video I just uploaded in this bathroom before coming here, so hi… again?" George shook his head, leaning against the sink in a way that only featured his chest in frame.
"Like I mentioned, I was reading your comments and, well, I think you can see for yourself how that went," he let out an airy laugh, standing up straight, but crossed one of his arms over himself. Even if he loved the feeling of being on camera knowing a thousand- maybe even tens of thousands- of people were going to be looking at his body, it was still his body. His awkward, thin, very much not in any kind of shape body.
"So," George cleared his throat, reaching out for the plug he'd used in his other video. "I saw what you guys had to say and I figured I'd answer some of your questions- observations? I don't- you know what I mean, I think." George pulled the plug into frame, mindlessly toying with the tip of it. He tried to not be embarrassed at the way his dick twitched with excitement, especially since he hadn't actually used that specific plug since he recorded his first video.
He could feel the flush running down his body, his camera even picking up the redness growing on his neck and chest. The more he noticed it, the more prominent it became, so he did the only sensible thing he could think of- continued on like nothing was wrong.
"A lot of you wondered how big this was, since it made me come so hard… and fast," George trailed off, genuinely finding himself getting lost in the way he was rubbing his thumb around the silicone tip. "Sorry, I just-"
George cut himself off, setting down the plug and switching it out for the lube instead. In hindsight, he poured way too much on his hand, but he didn't care. He couldn't just stand there and give a 'Day in my life: butt plug collection edition!' demonstration without having something inside of him.
"Fuck, I just," he paused, sucking in a sharp breath when he pushed two fingers inside of himself hastily. The tight ring of muscle burned slightly at the stretch, seeing that it'd been at least a few days since he bothered to even finger himself when he jacked off, but the burn was more than welcomed.
"Guess, uh, guess this show'n'tell whatever might not last as long as I- ah- hoped," George gasped when he added a third finger, his knees buckling under his weight. He didn't normally stand when he fingered himself, but at that point, he was too desperate to come to care about comfort.
George turned around and used the wall to support himself, arching his back with each shallow thrust of his fingers. He wanted to peek over his shoulder and see what the camera was picking up, but he had no idea if that would show his face or not. George carried on, desperately reaching out behind himself for the first toy in his reach, which ended up being a different one of his plugs.
His knotted plug.
"Oh- fuck- oh my fucking god," George panted, spreading his legs further when the knot pressed against his rim. He was so far gone, it was like he'd completely forgotten there was a camera recording him.
"Please, oh please- hmph," he whined, pushing himself to near tears trying to get the knot of the toy inside of himself. It wasn't often he used this plug, reserving it for specific occasions, but it always drove him absolutely insane whenever he did use it- once he finally felt the satisfying pop of the knot locking inside of him.
The plug pressed dizzyingly against his prostate, making the task of turning around to lean against the wall for support nearly impossible. He could feel sweat growing over his entire body, his skin itching with heat and arousal.
"Sorry, I uh-" George gasped when he shifted on his feet and he involuntarily clenched around the toy. "Mmm- I don't use this one too… too of-often," he stuttered, crossing his legs to help balance himself, but it only made his desire stronger. George was thrusting into nothing, certain that if he took either of his hands off the small ledge he was hanging onto to stroke himself, there was no way he'd remain upright.
The rock of his hips was making the tip of the plug brush against his sweet spot with a steady rhythm, like it was a partner who knew his body inside and out. The thought of the plug being a person- being a man with large hands and strong arms that could hold him up by his waist when he went limp from pleasure, was enough to send George over the edge.
The sounds that came out of him, while his cock twitched with every long string of come that stuck to his stomach, were almost inhumane. His body practically convulsed, his chest heaving with each erratic breath he took.
"Fuck, fuck, mmm- fuck," George cursed under his breath, finally bringing a hand to his dick, stroking it through the final waves of his orgasm.
Slowly, his dick softened in his hand, the lustful fog started to clear, and George was overwhelmingly aware of the camera pointed at him- not to mention the fact it'd just captured one of the hardest orgasms of his life.
"I- ha," George paused, letting out an airy laugh. "I don't think I thought this through very well."
His knotted plug was reserved for special occasions- specifically the ones where he planned to edge himself. Was George aware that omegaverse isn’t real, that he wasn’t actually an omega, and the knot in his ass wasn't going to take thirty minutes to go down like a theoretical alpha's would? Yes. Did that mean he would usually take it out any sooner than thirty minutes? Absolutely not.
The toy could always make him come hard enough to see hazy stars, but it did require a considerable amount of time for him to truly loosen up enough to pull it out without too much discomfort. Based on the length of the recording- 7:36 and counting- George was well aware of how fucked he was.
His options were to leave the plug in and become increasingly overstimulated, or take it out and deal with the consequences of not properly stretching before shoving a knot in his ass.
George gasped, nearly falling to his knees, when he pushed himself off the wall and towards the vanity where his phone was propped up. His dick, pathetic and soft, twitched helplessly with an attempt to harden again.
"Maybe we'll go for two next time. Um, bye." George cringed, thankful his face was out of frame.
The recording ended just shy of eight minutes and George finally let himself collapse to his knees. He couldn't help but lay his chest on the cold tile floor with his hips and ass in the air, almost like he really was an omega presenting himself- god, he needed to stop reading so much omegaverse shit.
He whined and shifted, finding more pleasure than he usually did in the overstimulation that lit up his every nerve. For a second, George wondered if he jumped the gun by ending the recording so soon. Then again, he had no idea what his audience was or wasn't into, and there was already a chance he'd lose viewers over his knotting kink anyway.
Slow and steady, George crawled over to the bath and let the tub fill up with steaming water, while he rocked his hips to shift the toy inside himself. The act was a bit for pleasure, he couldn't deny, but he'd also learned that it helped stretch himself open enough to comfortably pull out the knot.
After crawling into the bath, sighing in relief at the way the hot water soothed his aching muscles, George laid back with a peaceful smile on his face.
He didn't need to worry about rent, or loan repayments. He didn't need to choose between groceries, or hot water. He didn't have to decide between clean clothes, or sex toys. George could have all of it.
Give a poor man a dollar, he'll eat for a day. Give a poor man a camera, lube, and a butt plug or two, he'll eat for… however long you can eat with ten-thousand dollars.
George was on cloud nine, watching his subscriber count double in a matter of days. But, like all good things, it had to come to an end.
Dream had sent him a rough edit of the Pewdiepie Minecraft seed video he'd recorded, which George tweaked and sent back. While George struggled with figuring out how to enable tipping on his account, Dream struggled with figuring out how to upload their video. All in all, George had little hope for the project- as he did with any of Dream and Pandas' grand plans- estimating the video would max out at a thousand views and Reddit will have moved on within the hour.
George wasn't expecting the video to go viral- to surpass a million views in less than three days.
While Dream and Pandas celebrated and yelled through his headphones, talking about what their next big project for Dream's YouTube channel would be, George sat silently on the other line. He'd been dwelling on something Dream said towards the beginning of their call.
"I'm blowing up, like, this is real, you guys! And I, well, I want you guys to come with me. I want you to make YouTube channels also and we can film all kinds of videos together! Hell, we can probably even get into live streaming! Point being, I really want the three of us to do this together. What do you say?"
Pandas agreed immediately, leaving a few tense seconds of silence between their cheers and waiting for George to also agree to be in this little 'dream team'.
Despite his better judgment, George said yes.
He could do this… he could have two large online platforms, both of which stupidly included his real name. He could be GeorgeNotFound on OnlyFans and keep that side of himself totally separate from GeorgeHD, the YouTuber-slash-college graduate.
Lots of people worked two jobs- George being no stranger to that himself. Granted, those weren't jobs that each paid in the tens of thousands per month, but that was beside the point.
The point was, he could do this- he would do this.
He hoped.