Streamers and a Stud: Ch. 17 (11,735 Words) (Patreon)

This is part of an early access chapter. It is not completed and has no date for going live on public sites.

Starring: Joshua (Original), Emiru (Emily Schunk)

Author's note: I am loving Emiru's character in its current form. There is still plenty of cruel fun to be had with her as this is only the first installment of chapter seventeen. Pokimane, Lily, Kyedae, and Rae will all be covered as well, so it might be quite a hefty chapter by the time it's all said and done. This is about 3.5k more words than the initial post, 11.7k in total. The commission is about three-fourths of the way done and will be posted soon as well. Some fucked up cheating with Jodi there, so look forward to that. I'll shift back to finishing chapter seventeen after the commission, and then look onwards to whatever story is voted on. (poll incoming)

DM me with any questions. Hope you enjoy!

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To Gaslight Is To Love

Josh took a moment to inspect the lust-inducing sight before him. Emiru, the extremely popular OTK streamer, famous for her emo-esque beauty and tomboyish defiance, sat a few steps below him, offering her own hair, the same hair she constantly obsessed over and adjusted millions of times a day, as a fucking dog leash.

Josh’s cock twitched at Emi’s offering, which attracted her gaze for a brief second.

She was completely naked, just begging to be objectified.. to be controlled. Her big eyes gazed up at him with a hopeful tension, her irresistibly large tits hung tantalizingly from her chest, and her hair shook ever so slightly in her dainty little hand.

She was nervous. Of course, she’d never done anything like this before, and the thought of being dragged around by her hair, allowing a man to have that kind of control over her, was a strange, exhilarating thought.

Josh had done it before. Dragged her by her hair, that is. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but this was different. She was now the one offering herself to him. She was offering her comfort, yes, but even more, she was offering her dignity and her self-respect over to Josh in hopes that he’d feel just a bit more power over her, further cementing his ownership as the new normal.

If someone had told Emi this was where she’d be just twenty-four hours prior, and that it’d be at the hands of a complete stranger, she would have laughed in their face. The insanity of the situation was not lost on Josh either.

But this was his new normal. Girls of extravagant wealth and ridiculously attractive appearances had been throwing themselves at his feet for long enough so that his composure now remained resolute in these circumstances. He didn’t waver the way one might in critical moments.

Josh gladly accepted Emiru’s submissive gesture, stepping down to her level and firmly gripping her makeshift leash, taking a larger chunk of her hair than she had initially offered to ensure it could pull her body weight. Emi was caught by surprise as his strong hand knocked hers away and her head jerked to the side awkwardly, initiating their brief walk to her bedroom. She winced but took the pain with a disrupted smile.

“Look at you thinking on your feet,” Josh said as he led her up the stairs. “Maybe you’re not as dumb I keep saying you are.”

Emi walked up the steps on all fours, doing her best to keep up with Josh’s quick pace. “Are you sure about that? Hah.. I’m being walked like a fucking dog. I doubt many–”

“A female dog,” Josh added hastily, reaching down to slap her ass. “A bitch.”

Emi let out a little yelp and rolled her eyes. “Right.. a bitch. I’m being walked like a bitch.. a stupid bitch. So yeah, I think I’m definitely as dumb as you say I am. I mean, a smart girl wouldn’t be in my position.”

“A smart girl wouldn’t be in your position because smart girls don’t exist,” Josh replied, tugging on her hair and purposely interrupting her pace.

Emiru stumbled slightly and fell forward, but recovered shortly after. “Oh my god, you’re so right,” she agreed with a casual smirk, knowing that she was playing into Josh’s awful misogyny. “Smart girls definitely don’t exist. Thanks for reminding me. They’re all just pretending to know things, but deep down, they want to be treated just like this. F-fuck.. yeah, all girls are as stupid and as dumb as me. I mean, look at me.. I can’t even crawl properly without stumbling, heh.”

Josh laughed at how she played along with ease. Clearly, he had been the reason she stumbled, but yet, she still blamed herself. “Exactly. I mean, you’re just putting one hand in front of the other. Do you know how dumb you have to be to mess that up?”

“Oh, so dumb! So, so, so dumb. I mean, I might just be the dumbest girl in the world, and that’s saying something! Because there are a lot of really dumb girls out there. My whole gender is full of dumb dumbs and they should all be fucking slaves like me,” Emi replied as a tingling surge shot through her body and gave her a small rush of euphoria. Degrading herself and other women was surprisingly erotic.

Emiru was never a big believer in dirty talk. It just seemed clumsy and awkward, even if the person initiating it was someone she loved and wanted to be intimate with.

But now, simply disparaging her own intelligence and embracing

Josh smirked and reached down to slap her ass yet again. “Damn right, cunt. But don’t worry.. this is your life now. I’ll be training you on how to be a proper woman every single day, which includes plenty of crawling, so you’ll get the hang of it eventually.”

“Awh,” Emi gushed out as they neared the top of the stairs. She oddly felt a good amount of comfort in Josh’s sexist compassion. “Thank you for being understanding. I honestly had no idea I was.. you know, this stupid. I thought I was actually pretty smart. This is all new, so it’s nice to have an owner that’ll be a little patient with me.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” Josh replied. “I won’t be too patient. You’ll still be punished for making mistakes. Talking out of turn, breathing during blowjobs, you know.. uh, closing your eyes when I’m trying to cum in them, closing your eyes when I’m trying to piss in them, haha.. uh, not wearing or saying what I want you to wear and say. It’ll all be punishable.”

Emi's breath deepened as she imagined every aspect of her life being controlled. She briefly wondered if Josh was exaggerating just to degrade her further, but there was a chance that he wasn’t. A rather large chance, actually, so she responded in kind. “Well, I guess I have a few tough weeks ahead of me.. fuck, haha. Peeing in my eyes.. that’s so crazy. I’m kind of excited for it.”

“Of course you are. See, this is why I never show girls any respect. You all want to be treated like fucking objects at the end of the day. You’re just hiding it,” Josh replied, mixing Emi’s lewd confession with his real world views.

Emi hesitated before replying. It was still a little difficult for her to fully engage with Josh’s misogynistic rhetoric, but it had to be done. She was his property now.

“Of course we’re hiding it,” Emi huffed out, feeling the pain in her knees from her crawling. “If we were super upfront about that stuff, any guy with an ounce of confidence would want to claim us. Even the losers! And the ones with tiny penises! Ugh.”

“Like your boyfriend,” Josh interjected.

Emi was caught a bit off guard, which led to a delayed chuckle. “Yes, Josh.. like my boyfriend, haha. You’re so much bigger and better than him. Like, can you imagine? If more fucking cucks, like Miz, got to have stupid girls like me, it would be so dumb. there would be less girls for you! You’re one of the guys that actually deserves to own women.”

“Uh huh. So you’re happy that you’re mine now? My slave with no purpose other than to keep my balls empty?”

Emi giggled as she continued crawling next to her master. Her cunt was leaking from all of the degrading talk, which was leaving a weak trail of her juices as they continued. “Duhhhh! Do you know how exhausting it is to be a girl and have to think my own thoughts and make my own decisions? Oh my god, it’s so stressful. Girls weren’t made to think and yap all day. We were made to fuck and to serve. And now, hehe.. now I get to choke on your big donkey dick all day and be completely mindless and stupid for you. Mmm, it’s every girl’s dream..”

Josh glared down as Emi debased herself. They had reached the top of the stairs and were turning the corner into the hallway where Emi’s room was, but Josh could only focus on Emi’s words. There were very few things in the world that could feed an ego like this. “A few hours with my dick and you’ve already turned into a ditzy bimbo, ready to do whatever I say. Hah! You were way too easy, fucking stupid cunt.”

“Hey! I held out for a day.. almost,” Emi rebutted meekly in her own defense. The dying embers of her defiant personality had shined through for a moment there. “And I’m not just any stupid cunt. I’m your stupid cunt, haha.”

Josh smirked and said nothing. Emi giggled at her own silly remark. Less than a day of resistance was not meaningful in any way, especially when she was well-known for being slow to warm up to her partners. She had always required several dates before intimacy was even on the table, which is one of the reasons she was so inexperienced.

Finally, they reached her room. Once her French doors were closed behind them, Emi stood up and brushed off her knees, which were bright red from all the crawling. “I can’t believe I just did that. You just walked me like a dog to my fucking room. Oh my god, haha. You’re just.. you’re just taking over, huh? You’re taking over my life, just like that. Like it doesn’t even mean anything.”

“Well, it doesn’t mean anything. You’re a girl. You should never have been walking around making decisions in the first place. You’re property. You’ve always been property. You just didn’t have an owner.”

Emiru couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip as her new master spoke. His words were degrading and hot as fuck, but his physical appearance added so much more to the dynamic. His cock was the first thing she stared at, of course. It was a miracle that he ever managed to fit himself inside any of her holes. His toned, bulky body was almost enough to make her moan right then and there. He was so fucking big, and she wasn’t just talking about his cock. He completely overshadowed her with a height and weight difference that more closely resembled a father and daughter pair, not two lovers.

Or.. a master and his slave. Not lovers.

They weren’t in a relationship, of course. She was property. His property, and she had to keep reminding herself of that.

“Thank you,” Emi muttered out as she looked into his brass-colored eyes with genuine appreciation. “I really mean that. I know you didn’t have to.. you know, take time out of your busy schedule to fuck some sense into my dumb head, but I’m glad that you did. I really needed it.”

“Yeah, no kidding. You were a huge bitch when I got here,” Josh replied sternly as he reached forward and groped her tits, choking her neck lightly with his free hand.

“Guhhh,” Emi grunted. “I’m still a bitch, dude, but now I’m your bitch, heh.”

Josh smiled. He then grabbed her by the waist and launched her backwards onto her massive pile of pink Kirby’s.

“Ahhhhh,” Emi squealed as she landed softly and bounced from the impact. Once she settled in, a few stuffed blobs had fallen onto her, and she moved to throw them at Josh. “Fuck.. I keep forgetting how strong you are, haha. It’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” Josh asked as he lowered himself down to her level. “Open your legs, whore. I want those knees up next to your face.”

Emi grinned submissively at him, but before obeying his command, she reached her hand below her seat and into the pink pile. She was searching for something. A moment later, she pulled out a handgun and aimed it directly at Josh, with her finger on the trigger.

“Put your fucking hands up,” she blurted out. Her eyes were sharp, and her face was stern.

Josh flinched ever so slightly at the unexpected reveal, and it was enough to fulfill Emi’s desired reaction.

“Haha!” she laughed out, letting the ruse go almost immediately.

Josh noticed the orange ring at the end of the barrel, indicating that it was a fake gun, and he couldn’t help but chuckle after a quick sigh of relief.

“Hah, you fucking bitch,” Josh called out light-heartedly. He took the gun from her hand and tossed it to the side.

Emi matched his smile. “Your fucking bitch, actually,” she corrected him lovingly. “Wasn’t expecting that, huh? What were you expecting?”

She then moved to obey his original order. She slowly lifted her legs high in the air, caressing Josh’s abdomen with her feet along the way. She widened the gap between her legs, further revealing her perfect pink pussy and her tight asshole to Josh.

Just as he had asked, her knees were now on either side of her adorable face. She was completely exposed. “Is this what you were expecting? Hm, master? My pussy served on fucking platter for you? Well, here it is. It’s all yours. You own this pretty little pussy.”

Josh took a moment to appreciate the knuckle-biting sight. Emi was a tiny, rambunctious deviant of a streaming whore, and he fucking loved it. “Brace yourself, cunt. I’m not holding back with you anymore,” he called out as he inched his pelvis forward and impaled the small streamer with his massive cock.

“Uhhhhh,” Emi groaned, letting the guttural pleasure seep out vocally. “Fuck, yes.. don’t hold back. Don’t ever hold back with me. Treat me like a fucking hooker.”

There was an immediate reshifting that Emi needed to make just to take his girth, but once the angle was right, Josh eased his length into her sopping wet cunt. Every inch was a struggle, but all of the previous degradation had left her dripping wet. It was obvious that she had thoroughly enjoyed the sexist dialogue.

“A fucking hooker would look at you and laugh, bitch,” Josh growled in response, a primal spite evident in his tone. He bottomed out inside of her cunt and withdrew himself slowly before slamming back into her tight hole, ejecting juices out in four different directions. “At least she gets fucking paid. You.. I’m going to ravage you until you’re fucking unconscious, and you’ll get nothing in return.”

“Fuckkkkk! Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Emiru moaned out as Josh’s thrusts began to gain speed. Looking down, she could see the bulge of Josh’s cock on her stomach as he impaled her guts over and over again. The sight itself was overpowering, but the sensation was un-fucking-real. Her entire body was being pummeled into submission.

“I get nothing? Uh, uh, uh! Fuck.. are you joking? I’m getting FUCKED! FUCKED LIKE A GOOD LITTLE SLUT. Mmm, fuck! YES! YES, DADDY! Fuck me, treat me like a fucking whore. That’s all I want. Fuck money. Those dumb hookers can have it all. Just treat me like a stupid fucking whore, and I’ll be yours forever! FUCK!”

A half-grin snuck onto Josh’s face as he wrapped a hand around Emiru’s throat, only slightly muffling her moans. He slapped her face harshly as a reward for her degenerate dirty talk. Her legs remained high in the air, jerking back and forth repeatedly as he battered her cunt.

“Ahhh, ah, ah.. fuck me. Fuck me, daddy! Fuck! Master, owner, sir! Anything.. fuck! Everything! You’re my everything now! Uh, uh, uhh! I’ll call you my fucking king as long as you keep fucking me! KEEP FUCKING ME! YES, PLEASE! FUCK!” Emi moaned out in whatever intonation her voice allowed. It was hard to focus on anything other than the sheer amount of pleasure Josh’s cock was giving her.

“Damn, you’re fucking wild. You love being owned, don’t you? You fucking bitch,” Josh groaned out, reaching down to slap her face yet again.

“Mm, fuck! Yes, I love being owned! And I love when you slap me. It’s.. fuck! FUCK, YES.. oh my god, so good. Your dick is so good!” Emiru groaned in ecstasy. It was hard keeping her mind on the conversation when Josh’s mammoth cock was constantly derailing it. “Sorry, uh.. fuck. I love when you slap me. It’s so.. fuck, it’s so mean, but it helps remind me what a stupid whore I am.”

Josh agreed, but said nothing. His focus was on his own pleasure, and that consisted of sending a constant barrage of full-weighted thrusts into Emiru’s cunt.

“Fuckkk! Holy fucking.. uh, uhh, uhhh! You’re a fucking sex god! Fuck me! Fuck me into a stupid mess! PLEASE, PLEASE, AHHH!” Emi exclaimed as her face contorted to match the pleasure her body felt. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as the incredible sensation of being brutally fucked overtook her senses.

Her body began to twitch, and Josh could feel her vagina contract around his cock. She was experiencing an intense climax.

“Fucking fuckkkkk! Josh, you’re fucking amazing. You’re fucking perfect,” Emi cooed at the height of her orgasmic bliss. “Own me, use me, slap the shit out of me.. I don’t care. I’m yours.. yours forever. I’ll never leave your side. I’m your slave.. your fucking slave. Do whatever you want with me, fuck! FUCK! JUST KEEP FUCKING ME! KEEP TREATING ME LIKE A WHORE!”

Emiru closed her eyes as her legs shook uncontrollably. Pure bliss ran through every one of her veins and to every corner of her pale body. Her nipples became extremely sensitive, and she reached up to pinch her right one in an attempt to further her orgasm.

“Oh my goddddd! YES!” she blurted out in pleasure. “Put me in my fucking place!”

Josh closed his own eyes to relish the fantastic feeling of Emi’s squeezing cunt exploding ejaculate all over his dick. It was like the propulsions of a hot tub jet: powerful and blazing hot to the touch. Undeniably, it had to be one of the greatest feelings a man could possibly feel. Coupled with Emiru’s self-degrading dirty talk and the lustful expressions on her beautiful face, she was easily the hottest fuck Josh experienced so far.

“You’re a stupid, worthless cumdump,” Josh reminded her, just for the sake of it.

Finally winding down from her intense orgasm, Emi looked at Josh in utter adoration. “Mm, yes, I am. A happy, stupid, worthless cumdump. That was fucking amazing. Oh my god, I was in fucking slut heaven for a few minutes there, haha. Whew!” Emi beamed in pure happiness, allowing the final spurts of gleeful buzz to wash over her. “I could’ve been cumming like that this whole time? Oh my god, I’m pissed. Why didn’t you come turn into me into a slave sooner, you fucking asshole?”

Josh chuckled at her as he withdrew his cock from her cunt. Her own juices flooded out, soiling one of her Kirby’s that was dressed as a cowboy. “Speaking of assholes..”

Emiru’s eyes widened as Josh effortlessly flipped her over like a pancake. Her stomach now faced down as Josh propped her up by her abdomen and aimed his cock at her tiny brown hole. Emi relaxed her muscles as much as she could as she felt Josh’s angry tip prodding at her entrance.

“Fuck, just please, go slow..” Emi groaned. “Let me get used to you and then you can fuck me as hard as–fuck!”

Josh plunged his way into her ass cunt, well lubricated from all of her orgasmic juices. Emiru’s eyes immediately rolled into the back of her head as her anal cavity was invaded by a complete monster that she was defenseless against.

“Fuck! God fuck, you’re massive! Fucking.. tearing me in two!” she blurted out.

“Shut the fuck up, whore,” Josh bellowed back as he began thrusting into the small girl with hefty force.

“Mm, yes, sir! Fuck! Sorry for.. fuck.. talking out of turn, hehe,” Emi managed to say. “Just ignore me and my stupid fucking voice.. focus on fucking me. Ignore me and fuck me.. ignore me and fuck me.. ignore me and fucking.. fuck me! Fuckkkk!”

Josh’s pace was merciless now. His pelvis slammed against Emiru’s ass repeatedly with clapping sounds reverberating off the walls of her streamer room.

“Fuck, you’re so big. Give it to me, master.. fuck your stupid slut.. fuck your property. Ahhh.. ahh, fuck!” Emi moaned, rolling her eyes back and letting the immense pleasure take over every sensation in her body. “I’m never going to get used to your size.. holy fuckkkk, haha. You’re in my fucking stomach.”

Josh laughed as her warm tightness enveloped his cock. Every time he explored a different hole on this girl, he was surprised by how much tighter it was than the last. “This is your whole purpose now, dumb cunt. Being a set of holes for me to fuck, haha. Trust me, ugh, you’ll get used to it. You’ll get used to it or I’ll fucking make you get used to it.”

“Mmm! I like the sound of that, daddy,” Emi cooed as she clutched onto the Kirby’s around her in an attempt to brace herself. Josh was beginning to plow into her ass with increasing speed, and her entire body was being bullied into the makeshift bed. “Put me in my fucking place.. ugh, ugh, ugh! Until I fucking get used to it! Fuck! Uhhh, uhh, uh.”

It was amusing how much a single thrust affected Emiru. Her entire body jolted in the opposite direction, rocking her head back and forth, jostling her hair astray, dumbing her brain into a stupid mess, and turning her into a certified slut.

Josh leaned forward and pushed Emiru’s head into the pile of pink blobs, burying her head until only her body was visible. He heard immediate protests and then a giggle.

“Stay down there, bitch,” Josh growled as he grabbed Emi by her two wrists and used them to anchor his thrusts. It was a comedic scene, and a degrading one. With Emiru’s head buried away, Josh revitalized the strength in his forceful cock jabs and plowed away. Her tight asshole was shown zero mercy.

Muffled sounds still came out of the pile of stuffed Kirby’s, but Josh paid them no mind. He hadn’t blown his load yet, and his balls were aching for a release. With great vigor, he released a powerful torrent of sledgehammer-like thrusts.

His cock was all but reshaping Emiru’s ass, and with her hands being used as a device to increase the power of his fucking, she had no choice but to take the punishing treatment.

“Worthless fucking cumrag..” Josh muttered in between the brutal pounding he was delivering. “You’re fucking useless. A stupid girl with nothing to fucking offer other than a few slutty holes. I’m going to blow my fucking load in you and then throw you away. Braindead fucking cunt..”

Josh’s physicality matched his abusive words. His behemoth cock forced its way into Emiru’s tight asshole, stretched her past her limits, and then withdrew itself just to deliver another brutal blow. Emi’s mind was mush at this point. Having long passed the point of anal pain turning into pleasure, Josh’s harsh fucking sent her into a spiral of orgasmic flickers. Every one of his powerful thrusts shot electrifying bolts of sexual euphoria throughout her body, sending her into a reeling state of constant climaxes. Josh would’ve greatly appreciated the completely mindbroken look on Emi’s face if she hadn’t been hidden away.

Josh could feel her squirt out juices from her cunt and onto his swinging balls, and he could hold back no longer.

“Going to fucking cum inside you, whore. Fucking take it!” Josh blurted out as he erupted deep inside of her ass. The climax had been building for hours, and that was proven with the sheer amount of cum injected into Emiru’s anal cavern.

“Fuckkk! I can feel it! So fucking.. warm.. so much! Fuck!” Emi mumbled from her stowed away position, which prompted a smile to creep onto Josh’s face. He still thought it was funny that he could only see her body, and that she’d kept her head hidden just as he demanded her to.

Having pumped her ass with several blasts of his load, Josh withdrew his cock and jerked his cock onto her back, giving the cheating whore a few proper backshots. Emi twitched at the piping hot contact, but she was also coming down from her own orgasms, so her body was extra sensitive to any touch.

Josh finally stumbled backwards and sat on the floor, leaning up against the corner of Emi’s bedpost. Emi remained in her position, head tucked away with white semen oozing out of her ass.

“You still with me, Emiru?” Josh asked after catching his breath. She was a rather small chick, but she still managed to tire him out. A promising sign. Her head popped up with a disheveled mess of hair, and Josh let out a breathy chuckle. “Hah, you look like the grudge.”

Emi quickly moved to fix her hair as she sat up. “Sorry, I was too busy getting dicked down to pay attention to my hair. Heh.”

Josh watched her fix her appearance, running her fingers through her hair as a makeshift comb and parting it near her forehead to create her familiar bangs. “I gotta say, you’re one hell of a fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever been in an ass that tight.”

Emiru beamed at the compliment. “Really? Oh my god, thank you! So, uh.. you’re not going to just throw me away then? Like you said before?”

Josh could sense the hopeful tone in her voice. “Maybe someday, but it won’t be anytime soon.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won’t regret it, okay? I’ll be super obedient and listen to everything you say.”

Josh shrugged off her enthusiasm. “I mean, that goes without saying. I wonder.. what would you do if I did toss you to the side? There are a lot of other whores out there, you know.”

Emi’s smile turned flat as she considered the possibility of not being owned anymore. “Don’t fucking do that, you asshole. You already own me! Just fucking keep owning me. Like, it’s not costing you anythinggggg.”

Emi let her defiant personality push through for a moment. It was light-hearted, so she wasn’t too concerned about the consequences, but the conversation was serious, and she wanted to get her desperation across.

Josh gave her a stern look, which abruptly brought her back into her submissive mode.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Emiru offered. “It’s just.. I don’t want to lose you this quickly. I’ve already seen a quick glimpse of my life as a super stupid slut, and I can’t go back now. Not after I’ve tried it out. Not after I’ve been fucked by your giant fucking donkey dick, heh. I need more of it.. I need it every day. I don’t ever want to make a decision again. You can make them all for me.”

Josh let her yap on before revealing his true intent. “Hah, don’t worry, cunt. I’m just fucking with you. Obviously, I’m still going to keep you around. Might get bored of fucking you, but you can always stick around to cook me food and clean up after me. Do my laundry and shit. That kind of stuff.”

Emiru smirked at the idea. “Ooo, like a sexy maid?”

“Again, maids get paid. You’re lower than a maid and a hooker. You’ll just be my slave, plain and simple.”

Emiru nodded eagerly, trying to portray her understanding. “Got it. Stupid sex slave. Yes, sir.”

She then moved to stand from her completely obliterated pile of Kirby’s, which resulted in her stumbling back down to the floor. “Fuck, haha,” she giggled, catching herself with her hands before hitting the ground. “You fucking wrecked me. I can’t even walk straight..”

Josh grinned. “All good. Just another opportunity for you to practice your crawling.”

Emiru smiled brightly. “Oo, good call. My master is so smart,” she cooed softly, crawling towards Josh with a seductive look on her face. She reached him and then continued moving in between his legs, kissing his thighs along the way to his cock. “And I’m just a stupid bitch, which is why you’re sitting there like a fucking champion, another notch on your bedpost, and I’m here, burying my dumb face in your massive balls.”

Just as she detailed, Emiru moved forward to smother her face into Josh’s sweaty ballsack. “Mmm, so good..” she moaned, rubbing her face side to side enthusiastically. Her face was completely covered so that even her eyes weren’t visible. “Thank you for filling my butt up with all your delicious cum, balls. That was so kind of you. The.. mwah, mwah, the least I could do is give you a few kisses in return, hehe. Mwah, mwah.”

Josh just watched as the streamer debased herself, completely burying her cute face into his balls with his cock laying on top of her head. He loved that she wasn’t shy about being a slut. He was sure that, after their initial interactions, she would take a lot longer to warm up to him and break out of her hesitant shell, but he was glad that wasn’t the case.

Soft murmurs could be heard from Emiru. “Stupid whore.. stupid.. stupid bitch. Useless. Mwah. That’s all I am.. mwah, mwah. Worthless.. dumb.. a fucking cunt.”

“Keep repeating that to yourself,” Josh chimed in, reinforcing her self-degradation. “I want you to repeat that to yourself 24/7, even when we aren’t together. Just keep reminding yourself how much of a fucking idiot you are.”

Emiru moaned loudly into Josh’s balls, which felt amazing against his sensitive gonads. “Mmm, yes, sir! Thank you for telling me what to think, heh. It’s so rough on my dumb brain to have to randomly come up with stuff. You’re suchhh a good leader.”

Josh reached behind her and slapped her ass. “And arch your ass up higher. You should always bend over with your back arched.”

Emiru immediately fixed her posture so that her ass was raised as much as it could be. “Mwah.. sorry, sir. Yes, sir. Forgive me. I’m so stupid.. mwah, but you already know that, heh.”

Josh grinned at how quickly he managed to completely diminish this cunt in front of him. A few things still needed to be handled, of course. Her boyfriend was one of them. And then he’d have to relocate her to LA. He really hoped that she wouldn’t fight that idea.

Josh allowed her to continue worshiping his balls for a few minutes while he thought things over. Watching her perky ass wag side to side was distracting, but if he wanted to keep this bitch in front of him, he’d have to make plans, so he did his best to not get too distracted.

A while later, Emiru popped her head up and looked him directly in the eyes, drawing his attention.

“So, uh.. does all this mean that you’re in charge of my money, too?” she asked with doe eyes.

Completely caught off guard by her question, Josh hesitated briefly.

This was a topic that he had put off for so long, mostly because he’d be busy taming wild whores, but also because he wasn’t sure about the best way to approach it.

It was a pretty clear-cut consequence in his eyes. If he claimed a girl as his own property, and she followed along with it willingly, then all of her possessions, including her money, would then be his, right?

It seemed like an obvious path to follow, but it was hard to gauge exactly how far anyone would be willing to take this dynamic. Involving finances seemed like the final threshold into making this a full-blown lifestyle choice, and not just a kink.

And the girls he was dealing with were millionaires. Some even multi-millionaires. This wasn’t a few thousand bucks in a savings account. This involved properties, vehicles, shares of companies, and investments. All sorts of illiquid assets that would need to be audited. This would not be a walk in the park to deal with, but every mountain that was ever climbed started with a first step.

With reassured determination, Josh looked right back at Emiru, matched her gaze and replied, “Of course. What the fuck would a dumb cunt like you do with all that money?”

Emi smiled warmly and rolled her eyes back. “Right? I’ve always thought the same thing actually. I have never really known how to use it or like.. invest it, haha.”

“God, the thought of you investing money into anything should be the premise of a horror movie,” Josh belittled her. “Or a fucking comedy, haha. Women and money do not go together at all.”

Emiru giggled and licked the length of his cock, suckling the tip lovingly. “Mhm. We’re too stupid for that kind of stuff. You can take care of the money, and I’ll take care of your balls.. by massaging them with my stupid face, heh. It’s the perfect setup.”

She didn’t waste a second before diving back below and smothering her face with Josh’s massive balls once more. This time, though, her back was arched properly.

Josh closed his eyes and savored the feeling of Emi’s soft face on his scrotum. She was thorough with her massage, making sure that every tiny subsection of her face came in contact with his ball sack before repeating the process all over again. It was a feeling he’d never get tired of.

And that’s when an important question hit him.

“How much money do you have exactly?” Josh asked.

Emiru kissed his balls one last time before backing up and raising her head to look at Josh.

“You mean,” she began to say with an adorable grin on her face, “how much money do you have?”

Josh huffed out a small chuckle. “Right, right. How rich did I just get?”

Emiru smirked slightly. “Uh, it’s a little over one million dollars.. if you include my Corvette.”

Josh was impressed, but he chose to ignore the dollar figure for now. “Of course we’re including your Corvette. Pretty sure you’re legally too dumb to be driving anyway.”

Emiru giggled at the insult. “And if I’m not right now, I definitely will be soon. Your fat cock is going to make sure of that, right?”

“Damn right,” Josh smiled at her. Fuck, he loved this bimbo. “We could work on that right now, actually.”

Emiru looked down and saw that Josh’s cock had grown substantially while they spoke. “Mm, yes please! Fuck my face, master. Fuck my face until my brain is completely broken, please and thank you, heh.”

Josh grabbed her by the hair roughly and lined his cock up with her mouth, not giving her a chance to prepare or even get a solid breath of air in her lungs. Almost instantly, he shoved half of his girthy length down her throat, while applying even more pressure to the back of her head.

Her stomach instantly lurched forward, but Josh’s cock blocked any gag reflexes that arose. Who knew the fix to those pesky gag reflexes was just using a little bit of brutality?

With a few love taps to the back of her head, Emiru’s throat was now stuffed with three quarters of Josh’s cock. Her mouth strained open ridiculously, and her eyes were panicked and wide. “Fucking dumb cunt. Look at how stupid you look, haha. This is what you fucking wanted, right?”

All Emiru could do was mumble and moan in response. Her hands were already trying to push back against his thighs, considering that she hadn’t received any warning at all before the brutal throatfuck she was in the initial stages of receiving.

Despite the horrible treatment, Emiru was infatuated. She loved how roughly Josh treated her. No other man would ever consider being as bold as Josh was with her, and that meant that no other man would be able to claim her. Emi wanted to be used like a fucking prostitute, and her leaking cunt was proof of that. She’d never be able to orgasm at the hands of a beta bitch ever again.

Josh had rewired her brain, and she fucking loved it.

But love it or not, she still needed to breathe in order to satisfy Josh the way he wanted, and she had been stupid enough not to get in all the air she could before teasing Josh with a mind-breaking throatjob. He loved the idea of dumbing women down with his cock, and that’s exactly what she was offering. Of course he was about to abuse her throat with every ounce of strength he had. Fuck, she was dumb.

He was forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her gullet, and that’s when she heard a knock.

“Hey, Emi!” a voice said from outside her doorway. “Why the fuck is all your clothes sitting outside of my room?”

It was Mizkif.

Emiru and Josh both looked at each other with wide eyes. For a while, they had forgotten that the rest of the world existed. Being together had forced every other outside thought to dissipate until their sole focus was the companion they were sharing intimacy with. In that delusion, they lost track of time and reason.

Reason that would’ve prevented Emiru from leaving all of her clothes in a heaping fucking pile outside of her boyfriend’s room.

The stare down only lasted a second before Josh’s devious mind took over. Could Miz have barged in at any second? Sure, but Josh had luck on his side.

And so, instead of letting Emiru immediately rise and scramble to conceal their deceit, Josh pushed her head down further, forcing the small raven-haired beauty to swallow the last few inches of his cock. Her nose was plastered against his pelvis and her eyes rolled back briefly.

“Yo, Emi! You streaming?” Miz called out again, accompanied by another knock.

Emiru slapped at Josh’s thighs, but he kept her there, cock lodged deep in her esophagus, showing how much control he had over her. Finally, a full five seconds later, Josh released her.

Lurching upwards and faltering back, Emiru coughed out and caught her breath before mumbling out a reply. “Yeah, yeah, gimme.. gimme a second!”

Watching her panic was too fucking funny. Josh chuckled as he moved to stand up, eager to see how Emiru was going to explain this away. He would’ve helped, but he had no rapport with Miz. Anything he said would’ve been taken with serious suspicion.

Emiru stumbled her way to her closet, quickly pulling an oversized shirt from its hanger and throwing it on before heading towards her door. It went down just far enough to cover her naked cunt. She then glanced towards Josh and rolled her eyes, turning back around towards her closet. A moment later, she exited with a big hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.

“Put those on,” she whispered as sternly as she could, throwing the clothes at the brute standing naked in her room. She immediately bee-lined towards her door and stopped to fix her hair one last time.

Opening her French doors slightly, she curved her body to slip through her doorway, revealing as little of her room as possible. She knew she had to buy time for Josh to get dressed.

“What the hell do you want?” she snapped at Miz, pushing him back away from her door.

He looked her over and gave her an odd glare. “I hope to god you’re not fucking streaming like that,” he scolded her, weary of her questionable outfits during her broadcasts. “I thought we talked about this.”

Emiru immediately rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Ugh, no, what the hell? I’m not even streaming. I would never wear something like this.”

“Never say never,” Miz joked, trying to lighten the mood now that he confirmed she wasn’t unnecessarily showing off her body to thousands of viewers. “Your numbers have been a little low this month. Wouldn’t put it past you.”

Emiru probably would’ve bantered back in the past, but there was something off about their dynamic now. Maybe it was the fact that she was completely infatuated with a hulking alpha male. Or maybe Miz was just annoying.

“Did you really come up here just to call me a slut and lecture me about my fucking Twitch stats?” she barked back.

Mizkif could see that she was clearly not in the mood to joke around. “Uh, no, no.. I found your clothes outside my room,” he replied, lifting the articles of clothing in his hand for emphasis. Emiru reached out and took them from her boyfriend’s hands sheepishly. Realizing that he was the one with a reason to be mad, Miz relaunched his authoritative questioning. “What the fuck were they doing there? Were you fucking naked out in the hallway?”

Emiru hesitated. Her boyfriend wasn’t an idiot. The story she was about to tell would have to be believable, and there was no way he’d accept it without mixing something unusual in. Emi wouldn’t go and take off her clothes downstairs all on her own. Someone else had to be involved.

“Do you remember Josh?” she offered, sealing the direction her explanation would take.

Miz nodded his head. “Yeah, uh.. Poki’s guy. Her manager or whatever. I was looking for him earlier,” he began to say as he looked down the hallway and towards one of the bedrooms. “Haven’t checked up here though. What about him?”

Emi bit her lip. “Well, we were hanging out.. a little bit, and he dared me.”

Mizkif grew visibly bothered. “You were hanging out?”

“Yeah, yeah.. a little bit,” she reiterated.

“How the hell do you hang out a little bit?” Miz questioned. “And just to be clear, this is the guy I asked you to stay away from, right?”

Emiru knew that he was going to bring that up. “Yes, that’s the one.”

“Right, right,” Miz nodded in frustration. “So just fuck me and whatever I say, right?”

Emi rolled her eyes, knowing that her boyfriend was about to make this into a big deal. She’d experienced it countless times before, and most of those were far less worthy of an argument than this.

“Miz, it’s not like that. He saw that I was mad about all of the World of Warcraft stuff, so he just wanted to be sure I was okay,” Emi explained. “We talked for a few minutes and that’s it. He left.”

“Only for a few minutes?”

Emi nodded. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“So how the fuck did you end up streaking through the house naked on some bullshit dare?” Miz continued badgering her.

Fuck. Emi didn’t think that all the way through. “It wasn’t.. just.. he was helping distract me. We did like two rounds of truth or dare and that’s it. He’s a fucking musclehead jock. You know the type. The only way he knows how to empathize is with stupid frat party games,” Emi replied, doing her best to remain sincere.

“But he got you fucking naked, Emi. How are you not seeing what’s wrong with that?” Miz spat back angrily.

Emiru rolled her eyes. He did a lot more than just get me naked, dumbfuck. “He didn’t see anything! I had my bathrobe ready at the end of the hall and he was waiting here,” she replied, signaling to their current spot outside of her bedroom door. She was tired of dealing with Miz’s incessant whining, so she went on the offensive. “And he fucking did it for you!”

Mizkif threw his hands in the air. “Oh yeah, that’s fucking believable. He got you naked for my benefit. Hah! Fucking great. Do you even hear yourself?”

“You prick, it’s fucking true! I told him that we were fighting about WoW, and he said it was stupid. That it was just a game, and if I wanted to be a good girlfriend, I should go to your bedroom butt naked and knock on your door.”

Miz was caught open-mouthed, unable to find a reply.

“Yeah, exactly,” Emiru continued, calling him out on his silence. “So that’s what I did, and you didn’t fucking answer. I knocked for so long, too.”

Mizkif’s anger instantly turned into guilt. Had it really been his own fault? He must’ve fallen asleep super early or something, and considering the fact that he was a heavy sleeper, it was very plausible that he slept through Emi’s knocking. “Why didn’t you just walk in? Why the hell were you knocking?”

Emiru rolled her eyes. “It was supposed to be a surprise! Imagine how sexy it would have been if you opened your door and I was standing there completely naked? You would’ve loved it!”

Miz took a brief pause to imagine the scene in his head, and she was right. He had been carrying around blue balls the whole day, so having Emiru serve herself on a fucking silver platter would’ve been a wet dream come true. The pills he had been taking for his erectile dysfunction were finally working, but he hadn’t gotten a chance to reap the benefits with Emi.

“And then I heard someone down the hall,” Emi continued, “so I fucking booked it and ran back upstairs.”

Again, Mizkif was stumped. She managed to explain everything away, even the clothes that she had to leave behind.

Emiru went on the offensive once more. Seeing that the power dynamic had shifted, she wanted to take full advantage. “I don’t get why you always want to fucking fight all the time. I hate fighting, Miz! I’ve told you so many times. I get fucking stressed over it. My chat is always memeing me about going bald, but if we keep this up, I don’t think it’s going to be a meme anymore. I might actually go fucking bald,” Emiru lamented, pausing dramatically before her final sentence. “I don’t think I can deal with your bullshit anymore.”

She was panting. Her spiel was understandably full of raw emotions.

The sirens in Mizkif’s head started to go off. He had just gone from being angry, to guilty, and now.. terrified.

Terrified of losing Emiru.

The whole conversation sounded far too familiar. It was just like the one he’d had with his ex two and a half years prior. The one that sent him into his spiral with depression and steroids. He couldn’t go through that again. He just couldn’t.

“No, no, no. Hey, I blew this up way too much, okay?” Miz urged in a quick turnaround. “It just seemed fucking weird. You can see that, right? I mean, all your clothes, your fucking panties even.. all laying outside my room as if someone just tore them off of you. I mean, it sounds crazy, but how was I supposed to know you were being dared to come surprise me like that?”

Emi looked down with an Oscar-worthy pout. “You weren’t supposed to know. You’re supposed to come to me and ask, trusting that your girlfriend of two years wasn’t some whore getting undressed for anyone who asks. How can I stay in a relationship with someone who doesn’t even trust me?”

Mizkif could tell that Emi was really hurt. She usually fought back and matched his energy, which tended to escalate their arguments. It wasn’t like her to get sad right off the bat.

“Emi, Emi, look at me, okay? I’m sorry. You’re right. We fight way too much, and this was my fault. I assumed things that I shouldn’t have assumed. That’s over, okay? I’m sorry, and it won’t happen again.”

There was a brief pause, which simultaneously increased Mizkif’s nerves and Emiru’s bargaining power.

“So you’re really sorry? And you’ll stop trying to start arguments all the time?” Emi asked, subconsciously pinning the blame all on him.

Mizkif was more than happy to make amends by adhering to her simple agreement. “Yes, of course. Of course.”

“And you’ll fucking trust me more?” Emi asked, pushing the limits of his apology.

“Yes, yes, I’ll trust you more. We will discuss things like civil adults before, uh.. before any accusations are made or whatever. I promise.”

Emiru beamed with happiness at his latest statement.

“Okay, great. Can you apologize to Josh now and thank him for trying to be your wingman last night?” she asked, immediately opening her door and leading Miz into her room. Miz followed her in and watched as his girlfriend marched over to the fucking oversized hunk sitting in her desk chair. He swiveled around to face them, and Emiru positioned herself right next to him, placing one hand on his strong shoulder.

Josh was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, leaving his muscular torso uncovered. Emi herself was only wearing her extra large shirt, and Miz could swear that he could see her nipples that hadn’t been visible before. As if they just got hard recently for whatever reason.

“Apologize, and thank him,” Emiru demanded with a smirk on her face, completely unbothered by the half-naked man in her room. The situation was so fucked, and Emiru’s pussy was going haywire from the depravity of it all. She was asking her boyfriend to thank the man who just turned her into a braindead, freeuse fuck toy. The man she had cheated on him with, and would continue to cheat on him with until Josh asked her to break up with him.

Josh, for his part, appeared undeterred by it all. Mizkif didn’t present a threat now that he had Emiru completely brainwashed. “How’s it going, man?” Josh leaned forward to bump fists with Miz.

“Hey, yeah.. good, good,” Miz mumbled out, meekly reciprocating the gesture and doing his best to figure out what was happening. “Uh, why are you in here, exactly?”

Josh wasn’t sure what ruse Emiru had set up, so he simply turned to her and asked, “You didn’t tell him?”

She facepalmed in response. “Shoot. Sorry, I can be so dumb sometimes,” she said with a cheeky little glance over to Josh. It was an innocent enough comment, but it had entire layers worth of backstory that only two of the people in her room knew about. “He needed a computer setup to work on some manager stuff.. you know, business with Pokimane, so I offered my computer.”

“Oh,” Mizkif replied with a feigned smile. His entire body was screaming with jealousy. With the way Emiru and Josh were both dressed, or not dressed, it kind of looked like they had just rolled out of bed together. And now that he thought about it, Emiru’s hair was kind of messy..

But he couldn’t say anything. Not outright. He had just finished promising that he would trust her more. “Gotcha, makes total sense,” Miz added. “Do you, uh.. do you have a lot of shit to get done or.. will you be done soon?”

It was clear that he was asking how soon he’d be leaving Emiru’s room.

Josh shook his head. “Sorry, man. I might be stuck here for a while. I just started on this new project, and it’s been a real bitch to deal with so far,” Josh explained as Emiru smirked, knowing that she was the project and the bitch he was referring to. “You might not see me leave this room for another forty-eight hours.”

Miz faked a small laugh. “Forty-eight hours, huh? Stuck in here? I’m sure you can take a break or something, hah. I know Poki, and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“Then you don’t know her as well as you thought,” Josh replied. “She’s very friendly, sure, but when it comes to her business.. her brand deals, partnerships, etcetera, she can be a cold bitch, and I like my job. I want to keep my job, see?”

Emiru rubbed Josh’s shoulder out of empathy. “Awh, I can only imagine! Poki is like.. the face of streaming for women. I could see her being a bitch when it comes to that stuff. She has to be! So, yeah.. you can totally spend as much time in my room as you need, okay? Whatever you need to take care of, make sure it gets done right.”

Her cunt twitched at the double meaning in her sentence. She was the it that had to be taken care of the right way.

Josh grinned at her. “Thank you, Emi. Might be pulling some all-nighters in here, if that’s cool?”

“Are you kidding? Of course it’s cool,” Emiru replied, much to Mizkif’s dismay. “I have a blow up mattress in my closet that.. actually, hmm. It can be a little loud when you’re inflating it. And if you won’t finish up until late at night, I don’t want you waking me up!”

“I would hate to bother you while you’re sleeping,” Josh replied. The contrast in their conversations now that Miz was present was nothing short of hilarious, but the pair kept their cool. One stray smirk could ruin the facade.

“Ugh, fine,” Emi rolled her eyes and smiled before looking at her boyfriend. “He’s been trying to convince me all morning that he needs to sleep in my bed, and I can’t think of a better solution, so fine, fine,” she said, turning to look back at Josh. “Whenever you’re finished with Poki’s stuff, you can, very quietly, join me in my bed.”

Josh clenched his fist and shook it victoriously. “Yes, haha,” he said, gloating before looking at Miz. “She’s way too easy, man.”

Emiru slapped his arm, open-mouthed. “Jerk! Haha, I’m not easy. I didn’t say anything was going to happen in that bed, did I?”

Josh chuckled back at her. “Sure, sure.. I sleep completely naked, by the way.”

“Oh my god,” Emi replied as a feel-good shockwave coursed through her veins. The illicit nature of their bold conversation was impacting her physically. “I mean, if you’re most comfortable that way, that’s fine.. uh, have you always.. how long have you been sleeping in the nude?”

“Uhh,” Josh muttered as he considered his response. “Since about ten seconds ago.”

Emiru’s cunt was dripping. She rolled her eyes and giggled, knowing that her boyfriend was about to blow if she didn’t acknowledge him. “Don’t worry, Miz. Nothing is going to happen. He’s just being silly.”

Mizkif was almost distraught. They were flirting as if he wasn’t even there, and Emiru was completely amused by Josh’s charm.

“Hey guys, let’s not.. I mean,” Mizkif finally found his voice and butted in. “We have plenty of spare bedrooms, you know? I don’t think..”

Emiru shot him a dirty look. “You really expect him to walk all the way to a different room after slaving away for Poki all day? In the middle of the night?”

“Uh,” Miz mumbled. His protest had been the most sane way to react to an insane situation. What Emiru and Josh were talking about was exactly that.. Insane. Reason had left the room entirely.

But he didn’t want to escalate things now that he was on a short leash with his girlfriend. “I don’t see what the big deal–”

“No, Miz,” Emi replied. “Absolutely not. He’s our guest, and we should accommodate him. Imagine if we send him back and Poki hears about how badly we treated him? I’ll fucking die of embarrassment. Hell no. He’s sleeping in my bed, naked or not naked, whatever he prefers.”

“Your bed is tiny,” Mizkif tried to reason, waving over to her twin-sized mattress. “There’s no way the two of you will even fit comfortably.”

He was speaking from experience now. He had spent many nights in Emiru’s bed with her, and even they had a bit of trouble with space, despite him only being five foot six and a hundred and sixty-five pounds. Josh was remarkably larger at six foot six and two hundred and fifty pounds. He’d struggle with space even if he was alone.

Emiru glanced over to her bed and shrugged her shoulders. “We will if I lay on top of him.”

For this, Miz had no response. He just stood there, mouth slightly agape and stunned. The situation had unraveled so quickly and so completely. Josh and Emiru continued talking, spurned on by the idea of sleeping on top of each other. He could hear his girlfriend giggle at whatever Josh was saying, but Miz couldn’t make it out. There was a high pitched sound that tuned their voices into mere white noise.

He eventually shook himself out of his daze.

His girlfriend was still giggling. “You’re not even going to try keeping your hands to yourself, are you? Hehe.”

“Can you blame me?” Josh asked before reaching his hand around and slipping it up the bottom of her oversized shirt, copping a feel of her perky butt and drawing a surprised squeal from the streamer. “But don’t worry. I’ll wait until you’re sleeping before helping myself. At least that way you can claim some level of ignorance with your little boyfriend here.”

Emiru stifled a giggle and immediately shot a guilty look over Mizkif, who finally spoke up once more. “Emi, do you.. do you mind following me out to, uh.. the kitchen? Need your help with something.”

“But I’m talking with Josh,” Emi began to complain before Josh jumped in.

“No, it’s fine. I’m hungry anyway. Could you make me a sandwich or something?” Josh asked before turning his chair back towards the computer, revealing that he expectedly the answer to be positive.

“Of course! I’ll be right back,” she said before following Miz out into the hallway.

Emiru was a little nervous. She could basically hear Miz’s frustration, but she had to remember, she had the upper hand when it came to arguments.

Once they were half way down the hallway, Emi broke the silence. “Hey, fuck.. sorry, Miz. It’s freezing out here. I’m going to put on my pajamas. One second!”

She immediately turned around and headed back to her bedroom. Miz could only protest in silence.

He stomped towards the kitchen to try to gather his thoughts, confident that Emiru wouldn’t take any longer than a minute’s time. He had a million questions in his head. The first of which was ‘what the fuck?’, which also probably covered his second and third question as well.

He took a deep breath and tried to give Emiru the benefit of the doubt. She was just a friendly person. That’s it. That’s all it was. And when she got back, he’d ask a few questions, clear the air, and respool the thread onto this fucked up thimble of a situation. Easy peasy.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

Emiru’s hands joined together at the small of her back as Josh ravaged her throat, energetically thrusting his cock in and out of her tiny throat as if it was the last throat he’d ever get to enjoy. The pleasure was immediate as Emiru began to choke right off the rip.

“Fucking worthless whore,” Josh grunted, jackhammering his behemoth cock in an animalistic frenzy. Emiru’s head bobbed up and down at an incredible speed, aided by Josh’s strong grip on her hair.

Time was limited, so he held nothing back. Emiru's eyes ping ponged constantly to the back of her skull every time Josh’s cock bottomed out in her throat. Her brain short-circuited each time Josh went balls deep with her, and she loved the feeling of going dumb on his cock.

“You like being a cheating fucking slut, don’t you?” Josh growled out, not give her a moment of respite to answer. “You came back just to be treated like this, haha. Just to be fucking used. You really are a fucking idiot.”

Finally, Josh raised her head by her hair off his cock and slapped her three times in rapid succession. Emiru was caught off guard but let out a delirious giggle.

“Yes, daddy, yes.. I fucking love when you use me, hehe. Slap me, facefuck me, treat me like a fucking object–”

Josh needed no persuasion. He continued skullfucking her mercilessly, enjoying the panicked and struggling expressions on her dumb face.

“Fucking stupid bitch. This is your every day now. Take my fucking cock bitch. This is the most useful you’ll ever fucking be,” he continued berating her. “I can hear your fucking cunt dripping on the ground. You like being a throat slave, huh?”

Of course, the only sound to be heard was the constantly gluck glucks that her throat forcibly echoed out.

“Fucking cunt. You look so fucking stupid, haha,” Josh laughed as he rammed his mighty cock deep inside of Emiru’s gullet. He lifted her head once more and slapped her, not caring what evidence was left behind. The streamer only smiled and giggled, clearly high off of the throat abuse and lack of oxygen.

“Your faggot is waiting for you, slut,” Josh replied, slapping her one last time and letting go of her hair so that she fell to the floor.

Emiru looked visibly upset. “But.. but.. but you didn’t even cum, sir!” she begged, crawling back between his legs and nuzzling her face into his nuts. “What kind.. guh, uh,” she gasped for air, still trying to regain her senses. “What kind of stupid cunt whore would I be if I didn’t make your big, perfect balls unload all over my dumb face? And in my eyes? I’ll let you cum right in my eyes. Both of them! Please!”

“Your cuck is waiting,” Josh repeated.

“Fuck him. I don’t care about him. I don’t care if he walks in and catches you using me like a fucking fleshlight. I just want your cum on my face. I need your cum on my face.”

Josh grinned at her confession. “Good. I’m glad you feel that way,” he replied, warming Emiru’s pout into a loving smile. “But it’s fun to fuck with him, so you’re going fix your hair, wipe that spit off your face, and tell him that everything’s okay. Lie, say whatever bullshit you want, but make sure you’re making my sandwich at the same time. I’m fucking starving. And don’t make anything for yourself. You’re on a strict cum-only diet while I’m here. I’ll feed you a big load of my cum when you get back.”

Emiru nodded eagerly and kissed his balls one last time. “Mm, I love when you tell me exactly what to do. Makes it much easier so my brain doesn’t overwork itself trying to think, hehe. Be right back, master.”

Josh slapped her ass as she walked off, earning an adorable yelp from the ditzy streamer.

Emiru locked eyes with Miz as soon as she entered the hallway, having already fixed her appearance, and she no longer felt anxious. Josh’s cock had cured her stress problem. She knew an argument was coming, and it didn’t even matter anymore. Miz didn’t matter anymore.

Except.. he didn’t know he didn’t matter, and her master wanted her to keep stringing him along, so she’d have to play the part.

Mizkif watched as Emiru walked into the kitchen and immediately began taking out ingredients for a sandwich. One thing stood out to him more than anything else.

She wasn’t even wearing the pajama pants that she went back to put on.

Still, he approached it carefully, “What gives? Weren’t you going to put on some pants?”

Emiru was basically humming with joy. Nothing could spoil her mood. Not after Josh promised to deposit a big fat load of semen directly into her stomach.

“Oops,” she replied. “Must’ve forgot. I can be a little dense sometimes, you know?”

“Why are you talking like that?” Miz asked and realized there was bigger issues to address. “You know what.. nevermind. Emi, can you please just.. stop for a second and talk to me?”

Emiru was busy thinking about what ingredients Josh would like on his sandwich. Was he a tomato guy? Would he appreciate pickles the way she appreciated his godly pickle? So many decisions.

“Uh, what? Sorry,” Emi asked for clarification.

“Can you stop for a second and talk to me?”

Emiru shook her head, remembering that Josh specifically told her to make his sandwich while she lied to her boyfriend. “Sorry, Josh is hungry.”

Mizkif could feel his temper growing, but the thought of Emi breaking up with him quelled that anger all too quickly.

“Okay, okay, fine. Could you make me one too, then? While you’re at it?” he asked, trying to make her task a little less embarrassing for him. This was his girlfriend after all, and she was making the fucking frat prick in her room a goddamn sandwich.

Emiru sighed and gave him a half smile. She didn’t want it to seem like she was playing favorites. “Sure, no problem, Miz. What, uh.. what did you want to talk about?” she asked before grabbing another plate and taking out two more pieces of bread.

She had already slathered mayonnaise on Josh’s bread slices and returned the jar to the fridge, and she didn’t want to repeat that process and delay the arrival of Josh’s food any more than necessary, so she skipped that part. Mizkif could make do without, and she smirked when she remembered one significant detail about his sandwiches: he hated when they were dry.

“What the hell’s going on with you two?” Miz asked her.

Emiru stacked several slices of deli ham onto Josh’s sub, leaving only one last slice in the package for Miz. It was so thin that it was slightly translucent, and Emiru laughed to herself. She was mean, but she loved it. She loved treating Josh better and giving him things that she should only be giving to her boyfriend. Of course, that statement went further than just ingredients on a sandwich.

She was cucking him even with food.

“He’s just a friendly guy,” Emiru finally responded. “Like I told you, he was helping me out last night and distracting me after you were freaking yelling and embarrassing me in front of thousands of viewers. Tens of thousands of viewers. It was a lot, and Josh helped me.”

“Okay, okay,” Mizkif replied, waving off the past discussion points. “What about the sleeping thing? He’s going to sleep in your fuc–.. in your bed?”

He did his best to control his anger, knowing that an outburst could be devastating for his relationship.

Emiru continued humming happily to herself. “Uhhh,” she uttered, considering her response. “Yes, he’s going to be sleeping with me. In my bed. Next to me.”

Mizkif paused there, trying to think of any scenario where that’d be okay. “And he’s going to be naked?”

Emi shrugged. “I can’t control if he takes off his clothes. Naked or not, he’s going to be in my bed, next to me. No, wait, under me. I think you were right. The bed is way too small for the two of us, so I’ll probably sleep on top of him.”

She spoke so nonchalantly, as if they were discussing the weather or some other insignificant thing.

“Do you, uh.. do you really not see what’s wrong with that?” he replied calmly.

Emi shook her head as if everything about the idea was fine and dandy. “No? What would be wrong with that?” she asked. “His pecs are huge, so I’m sure they’ll make nice pillows.”

After a brief silence from Miz, Emiru continued. “You’re not implying what I think you’re implying, right?”

Some of Mizkif’s anger turned into fear for a split second. “I’m not implying anything. I just don’t want my girlfriend to be in bed with a naked fucking ogre.”

Emiru looked at him oddly. “Ogres are ugly.”

Miz sighed. “Yeah, and what? You think Josh is handsome?”

She looked at him with sly glare and raised her brows. “C’mon. Even you have to admit he’s handsome.”

He threw his hands up, frustrated at the lack of progress being made. “Yeah, he’s a fucking hunk. Whatever. That’s besides the–”

“Aha!” Emi called out. “See? I told you. Maybe Josh was right about you. You keep thinking about him naked in bed with me, you think he’s attractive, you.. uh, nevermind.”

She decided to stop that trail of thought before it brought more trouble, but it was too late.

“No, no, go on,” Mizkif urged her, eager to see what the motherfucker holed up in her room was saying about him. “What did Josh say?”

Emiru hesitated but after some more prodding from her boyfriend, she finally gave in. “He called you a faggot,” she answered succinctly. “Or.. was it a fucking faggot? I’m not sure, but he definitely called you a faggot.”

Mizkif was floored. And confused. What reason would Josh have to target him? And what would have spurred such a hateful word?

“He called me a faggot?” Miz asked for clarification.

Emiru nodded with a cute smile. “Yup, but only two or three times. Maybe four. It wasn’t a big deal.”

“And what did you say?” Miz asked, trying to get more information about their interactions.

Emiru smirked before responding. “I think I laughed a little bit.”

Mizkif’s anger boiled as his girlfriend topped the sandwiches with the remaining bread pieces, Josh’s covered with more mayo and Miz’s as barren as the Sahara. She smiled at the two noticeably different sandwiches and couldn’t help but notice how much they resembled the two men in her life. Josh’s sandwich was stacked high with an abundance of lettuce, avocado, tomato slices, cheddar cheese, and ham. There was a sliced boiled egg in there, too. The ingredients on Mizkif’s sandwich could barely even be seen from the side. One small layer of each topping, mostly leftovers from the prep, and that was it.

Just like the sandwiches, Josh was physically taller and well-built, but he mimicked the ingredients as well. He was full of electrifying excitement, fun surprises, and unexpected thrill. Miz lacked all of those, so it only made sense that his lunch did, too.