Author's Note -- There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, do not read.
Dedicated to Stimle, my good friend and muse. I wish I was as good a writer as he is.
CHAPTER 7, PART 1 -- Raphael and Deivison
Porn. One of the biggest businesses in the world. Billions and billions of dollars a year in profits.
And yet, the people that are the heart of the industry... the actors and actresses... get very little of it. Sure, there are those who can make big bucks. But all the stars have to align just right to be one of those. For most of them, they barely earn enough to earn a living. And with online camera models, the sites they are on really fuck them over. They fuck over the customers as well, but I guess the customers aren't interested in how that happens. Suffice it to say, many cam models just do their thing and believe that doing it at home provides income without big expenses. And they never have to meet their customers because it's all online.
Or is it? I mean, some people develop a lust or attraction for a particular person and want to meet them in person to continue their fantasy. Of course, the smart models never ever do anything that would breach their privacy and allow a customer to meet them. Too many weirdos out there to take chances.
But sometimes... even the normal customers become obsessive. And resort to all sorts of subterfuge to find their fantasy. And if they do find them, their lust can overcome them. And the game can become dangerous.
This is a story of one time when I decided to find my fantasy. And in finding him, it turned out that I ended up fulfilling more than one fantasy.
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"Hola bb."
"Hey stud. Hru?"
"Bien bb. What you lookin' for?"
His online name was "RomeoDarkLove". A cam model on the Batemen porn site. The site's motto was "where real men masturbate and get off". Romeo was a fucking hot stud. A Venezuelan, he had gorgeous caramel skin, black hair, goatee, dark piercing eyes, muscular arms, chest, and whatever else I could see. He spoke Spanish and English and his accent drove me crazy. I had been in his room before but just watched him. He was popular but, as on many cam sites, the customers always wanted something for nothing from the models. I, on the other hand, wanted something from him... and was willing to pay for it. But I didn't want to scare him off. So, like fishing, I tossed my bait out there to see if he'd take it... and what he'd do if he did.
"You're fuckin' smokin', stud! I'd soooooo luv to fuk u."
He smiled that sexy smile of his and said, "Really?"
"Oh yeah, sexy. I'd love to get my cock up ur tight hole. Whatcha think?"
Romeo smiled again. "Sorry bb. I'm str8. I dont get fuked."
"We're just online, man. I meant role playin' in your room."
"No bb. Nuthin' goes up my ass. Even playin'.
From the look in his eyes as he typed his response, I could tell he meant it. So, if I wanted to get him, I'd have to try a different routine.
"Ok, stud. Thx!" and exited the room.
I quickly created a new profile and added plenty of tokens to it. Once everything was set up, I went back into Romeo's room. Since this was a new account, it showed my username "Atreyu" in gray. That meant I had not spent any tokens on any model yet. When the models saw users with gray colors, they often ignored them because gray users often were just there to catch a glimpse of the model's cock or ass when someone else would give the model tokens. And Romeo had a full room. Almost 50 users were in it, of different colors. Many of the users were flirting with him and you could tell Romeo was answering them.
I watched a few minutes, as Romeo typed on his keyboard, flexed his biceps, or bounced his pecs for the users. Many people were giving 1 token or 5 tokens. Some of the bigger spenders were giving him 50 tokens. I decided to get his attention quickly and dropped 500 tokens on him. A sound like coins dropping was heard (which happens when someone gives 100 tokens or more) and I watched. You could tell Romeo heard it and saw it was me who gave it. I waited about 10 seconds. And then... it happened.
A private message popped up on my screen.
"Thx bb! That was great!"
"Glad you liked it. You deserve it for working so hard to build your body."
"You like it, eh?"
"Oh yes, you can tell you've worked hard on it."
"Thx bb."
Knowing that Romeo probably had an ego, I decided that my fishing bait would take a new direction. If I couldn't get him through the direct approach, I'd take the indirect approach.
"Yeah, I wish I had a bf like you. You're obviously sexy but have a big heart too. You can tell."
"I'm str8 but thx bb. Wats ur name?"
So far so good! He wanted to know my real name. But it was also time to throw out a little more bait. I gave another 500 tokens and the coins dropping sounded again.
"It's Riley, Romeo. What's urs?"
After I sent that, I quickly responded with "And if you don't want to tell me, I understand. A lot of crazies on the Internet." After I sent that, I waited.
Romeo heard the coin sound and smiled broadly. God, I wanted him bad now!
"Thx Riley. No, it's ok. I'm Raphael." Raphael. Hmmm. Interesting. But you never knew if they were telling the truth or not.
"Cool, Raphael. You are such a nice guy. But don't tell me too many personal details. You just met me. I could be an ax murderer."
Raphael kept smiling. "Nah bro, you don't seem like one. Most not nice like you."
My smile broadened as my nice guy routine was beginning to work.
"I really like your name. Very sexy but very artistic too. Like the painter, Raphael." I wanted to make him feel safe with me but also stroke his ego too.
"Most people call me Rafe. Cept my cousin. He call me Ramado. We live in same building."
"Ahhh, I see. What does he do for a living?"
Rafe laughed and his next message caught me by surprise.
"He's model. On here."
A model? On Bateman? Fuck, most of the Latino models on here were hot as fuck. I was curious as hell now as to who his cousin was. But I had to be careful, so as not to scare Rafe off. To keep him talking, I dropped another 500 tokens. Rafe was very excited and gave a thumbs up.
"Really? Cool. I'm sure he's not as good as you though." Keep strokin' his ego, Riley!
"He good. He more handsome. Makes lots money on here." Now my curiosity level was over the top. I decided to take a chance.
"Really? What's his name?"
Rafe paused for a moment and I thought I had pushed him too far. But he just took a drag off of his cigarette. I figured out later that it was marijuana. After he blew out the smoke, he started typing again.
"FrankDfucker"
Oh my god... I had been in FrankDfucker's room before. He was one of the hottest models on there and always had a full room of customers. Like Rafe, he was from Venezuela, smooth skin, and a huge chest. I mean big pecs. His abs popped when he moved. And the rest of his body was amazing. Of course, for me, the best part was his ass. Perfectly bubbled. Huge, tight mounds of muscle. Very... VERY... fuckable.
But better for me not to seem too eager for him. I had to get Rafe first. While I definitely wanted to fuck both of them, I didn't want Rafe to know that now. But I definitely wanted his cousin. He just had the kind of body and ass you wanted to pound until it was completely broken in.
But first things first.
"FrankDfucker? I think I've been in his room before but I don't remember."
"Yeah, he real popular. We close. Brothers."
"Why does he call you Ramado?"
"That's Raphael and amado."
Now I was really confused.
"What does amado mean?" Rafe stretched and took another hit on his pot. God he was hot.
"Someone special."
I thought about that and realized that if his cousin was calling Rafe that, he and Rafe were likely close. Very close.
"I see. Does he look like you? What's his real name?" Rafe paused again and took another hit of his pot.
"No, we cousins but no look like. His name is..." and he took another hit. I watched him inhale a large amount and eventually blew out the smoke. "Deivison. I call him Deivi. Or primo. Cousin." The names had an unusual spelling to me. Later I found out he pronounced Deivison like "Davy Son" and Deivi like "Davy".
Rafe's eyes were getting very bloodshot, so the pot was really working him. He also seemed to be getting more horny, as his hands weren't on the keyboard anymore. He was rubbing his cock through his shorts and twisting his left nipple.
"I see. I'm sure you two are very close."
You could tell Rafe was high now, as he had a goofy grin on his face. He closed his eyes and kept rubbing his cock and twisting his nipple.
Finally he opened his eyes and typed "Si. I told u we brothers." Rafe then muttered something again on camera and was rubbing his cock harder. Since his audio was off, I messaged him.
"What did you say, Rafe?"
Rafe's head went back slightly and he closed his eyes again as he kept rubbing himself. He was all but jerking off now and didn't respond for some 30 seconds or so. I messaged again.
"Rafe what did you say?"
Finally his head came back down and swayed a bit. He put his hands on the keyboard but took his time typing. His message finally came back.
"He hot."
Hot? Rafe called his cousin hot? Hmmm.
Now that was interesting. I wondered if there was more there than just a compliment.
"You think he's a hot fucker, Rafe?"
Rafe's eyes were slowly closing and opening. I wasn't sure he was going to last much longer after smoking all that pot. Since he was only messaging with me, more people were leaving his chat room. He leaned over his keyboard and typed again. It took him longer and he seemed to be really wasted.
"Some my friends want him." Rafe paused and took a final hit of the pot. He was definitely wasted as he typed very slowly. Finally, the message came back.
