Chapter 13

"Did you guys miss me?" he grinned into the camera. Ever since that thing had happened with his dad and Beck, he had put in extra time to avoid his dad. Now he made sure that they weren't seeing each other at all. Soon that would change he was sure of that, but now he would use this to distract himself.

'Where have you been?' was the first thing he read before taking his eyes off the screen to reach down for something. The comments were blowing up and he just smiled and nodded agreeing with what they said. He was in the mask covering just his eyes so they could see his expressions. That was what he intended.

"Look what I got" he pulled up a long body pillow with some random animated character on it with a sound of triumph.

'So you like anime right?' with the usual lewd emoticons.

'Hentai?' they teased and began to comment names he didn't know at all. His audience were a weird lot.

'You guys can recommend hentai for me to watch, but for now me and baby here-yes I'll call her baby are going to have fun" he giggled placing it before him and straddling it. He could tell they liked it. This was a little challenge for him because he had never done something like this. The only sensual thing he might have done was with the lollipop, now…ever since Trisha. It was like a primal sexual awakening.

Contrary to popular belief not everyone was out partying and getting laid in high school. Like Beck. He had more important concerns. Anyway it was awake and he just couldn't ignore it and hope for it to go away. So why not kill two birds with one stone. His upbringing stuck with him and he would never do solo pleasure so this was sort of a loophole.

He pressed his belly and hips against the pillow and ground down once. He gasped in pleasure. That he didn't fake because he was actually surprised. He also had to look into the camera for that. So this was how these sort of videos were filmed. It was hard.

They were cheering him on. It would be sort of cringe or embarrassing having to hear yourself moan, but he was too far gone chasing the good feeling, the intense pleasure as he continued grinding against the pillow and still holding eye contact with the camera. He was baring himself to total strangers and he didn't care.

"Fuck" he gripped the sheets till his knuckles turned white. His bed was squeaking a little as his hips picked up speed.

He bit his lip and his eyes caught a text telling him to let everything out.

He gasped and his hips stilled. His voice got stuck in his throat as he just looked up with an open mouth as his body twitched violently. He dropped down ungracefully. When he looked up it was to tips. He would just have been happy with just the tips notification. He could do without the commentary.

'That's it?'

'Seriously? This again. I'm really getting tired of this. I can get what I want to see elsewhere'.

'You literally didn't take anything off'.

'I can sure guess why. You're not really packing'.

He was seriously affronted. He was winded and was getting his strength back to reply when someone else beat him to it.

'I've seen it and I'm sure he's packing more than you since you can't get some and have resorted to watching cammers to get things done'.

He sat up and opened his mouth and then it started.

'What?'

'You've seen it?!'

'You do private shows? When were you going to tell us?!'

"Guys?" he tried to calm them down.

'How much for an hour with you?'

'I want two hours!'

'Private video session and I pay by the hour!'

He looked down with a groan. He was sticky and irritated. Not a good combination. "Thank you mummy" he said dryly with the most sarcastic smile he could muster.

'No problem'.

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He didn't know if he should be thankful to Trisha or if he should regret ever meeting her. After the session ended the messages didn't stop. And now he was making a schedule. With their weird usernames and all. He had each for the specific time frame that they were willing to pay. They were all like over excited dogs. That filled him with a sort of thrill that he had some power over them.

He walked out of his room with his head in his phone. He could handle three sessions in one night. They all knew what he was all about so they wouldn't be surprised or disappointed with how things went.

"Sounds about right" just as he stepped down he could see the door handle turn. He stood there frozen whereby he should be running. How long would it take for him to run up the stairs that his dad wouldn't see him? What was he thinking? There was no way that he wouldn't be seen. He could hide in the kitchen or under the steps.

The entire time he spent considering his options he should have used it to either run or hide. As the door opened he and his father were looking at each other. Yes they were arguing, but he wouldn't be disrespectful. He couldn't be at war with both parents.

"Good evening" he said as he made his way to the kitchen.

He must not have been expecting to hear anything from him because he still hadn't replied. "How was school?"

"Don't worry. I was there. You don't have to think that I was doing anything bad!" he said snappily. He couldn't turn around and say that so he busied himself with looking for a snack before bed. If he looked his dad in his eyes, he was sure that he would crumble. He would let everything out.

"Matt I'm just worried about you. You're doing a job that you don't even like and tons of money just like that. Anyone would be concerned".

He sighed. While his dad was talking he could only think of something that would completely stop his dad from asking questions.

"Don't even start with this being about my ego" he cautioned.

"It's not just me dad" he turned swiftly. He had gotten a snack and wanted this to end. "Beck got some for me. A shopping spree and he was feeling generous. Does that answer everything?"

His dad was speechless.

Matthew just stared and he sort of concluded that everything was over so he made his move to leave.

"Beck bought you all that?" he quirked his brow.

"Some of it" he retorted slyly.

"Why didn't he say so?" he folded his arms.

"Because dad" he stressed that. "He thought nothing of it. You know how generous he can be" and he was happy that his parents had history with Beck. From birthdays, to parties and Christmas gifts. "Are you sure the real question is why I didn't ask you dad? With everything you have going on?"

"Matt!" he snapped.

He looked away annoyed. "Dad I have school tomorrow. Can I go to bed now?" he was still staring at an imaginary dot on the wall.

"You can" he retreated. "Sorry for keeping you up".

"Goodnight dad" he was already walking up the stairs.

"I feel like I don't see you at all anymore. This talk was nice" he was trying to end the argument.

"Not my fault dad" he said under his breath as he ascended. He could feel the holes boring into his skull. He knew he heard.

He slammed his door shut as soon as he entered. He tossed his chips on the bed as he groaned scratching his scalp crazily. He looked at his phone checking his schedule.

"Okay" he began, taking a needed deep breath. "Three sessions tomorrow after school, then I think I can take four later the next day, but I would have to reschedule my stream for the next day".

A certain train of thought hit him and his phone dropped from his hand and it wasn't because he had a sudden finger cramp. He was actually setting up a schedule so casually. As easy as talking about the day and the weather. He was making a schedule to have video calls with people with who he would show himself to and they would shamelessly jerk off or more.

He didn't know how but soon he was on his knees and his fingers were in his scalp again. How low had he sunk? And he didn't even care. It was just like a part of him now. It was disgusting.

He knelt there and scratched so hard till he felt something warm moving down his head. He stopped then. He didn't bother to look at his fingers. He buried his face in his palms and choked on a sob, but he didn't cry.