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On Camera

by Marz

J.J. does a lot of things he's not proud of when he's high on candy. But at the same time, some part of him is glad... gets a thrill out of it, has always wanted it.

He buys the web cam on a whim, high off his latest fat paycheck and the excitement of having money again. He means to do what most people do with their webcams, have boring shots of himself sitting at his computer. If he plays with other ideas he doesn't mean them, of course. He tells the guys it'll bring good publicity for the band. Then it sits on top of his monitor and he never remembers to turn it on.

He brings a trick home who sees it, asks him what kind of shows he does. He should be offended, he knows. He doesn't do that kind of thing. But the trick tells him he'd be good on camera. He could make a lot of money. He could buy a lot of candy. The trick knows this guy, who runs this site, who'd be totally hot over J.J., if he'd just want to come check it out...

They fuck with the camera turned on, but not sending the image anywhere; the trick watches them on the screen, tells J.J. how good he looks. J.J. has to admit, it's a thrill, the excitement played up by the rush of sugar and X in his blood. At the end of the night he says he'll think about seeing that "friend." Maybe. Possibly. He thinks about Twist and his penchant for pornography of any type and the likelihood of getting caught. He imagines the disappointment in J.L.'s eyes. He wonders if L.L. or L.J. would look at him funny ever after. If they'd know what he'd done, or at least, what he was thinking of doing.

He thinks about candy and the slow craving building up. He's already gotten his week's worth from L.L. and he hates that he owes his friend so much anyway. L.L. tells him it's all cool, L.L. would never screw him over like Reiji used to. If he could just get a little on the side, help him over the slow times, keep him going...

It's always the drugs that make him do the stupid things; of course it's the drugs. Of course.

J.J. shows up nervous in vinyl pants and a clingy mesh top in fuscia to match his hair. He's riding a new high and it has him jittery, restless. The trick is there, grinning and making introductions. "What'd I tell you?" he asks his friend. "Fucking hot, no?"

The friend says his name is "X," but he pronounces it ehkussu. J.J. smiles and tells him his Japanese name, his middle name, the one he tells everyone he only wants to know for a night. The one only his parents use regularly.

But X is not really listening, is too busy sizing him up. "Tsu tells me you like candy," X says, offering a tray. Mints and suckers are mixed in with x and hoppers and J.J.'s favorite.

"I'm not supposed to take candy from strangers," he says, giggling, but he can't help his greedy fingers, even though he's already high as a kite. He takes two of the sweet ones and sucks them into his mouth, eager for the spike. X smiles at him, exchanges a look with J.J.'s former trick.

"Who told you so? Your daddy?"

J.J. finds himself laughing. If only they knew. He thinks about being in L.L.'s lap and calling him daddy and how hot it made both of them. "Yes," he says, licking his fingers, "My daddy."

X wraps an arm around his waist, walks him down a long, narrow hallway, turns him into the third room on the right. "Well your daddy isn't here, Kiyoshi, but I'll look out for you while he's away."

There's lights set up in the room, a camera on a tripod, a large bed with red fabric draped behind it. A computer is set up out of view of the camera, a plush chair pulled up next to it. Toys are neatly lined up on a dresser against one wall, and the biggest bottle of lube J.J.'s ever seen (and he's seen plenty) has fallen on its side under the bed. Somewhere in the back of his mind it starts to sink in, what he's getting into.

J.J. thinks about a porn video he downloaded from the net once, two giggling and intoxicated girls in the bath at some frathouse party. It was obviously a candid video, someone's home movie uploaded to the internet. He wonders if they found out later, or if they'd known what would happen to them. He deleted the video because it made him feel dirty, watching them, drunk and horny and hamming it up without understanding. He wonders if he'll feel like them later. He can't quite bring himself to care.

"How much," he asks, and the extra candy is making him feel horny, or maybe it's the room; either way he's suddenly hard, hungry, wondering if X is going to fuck him on camera. He'd like that, he thinks. Everyone can see him being bad. Even J.L. He can be dirty, filthy J.J. instead of sweet, innocent Joey that everyone needs to protect. He's tired of it. He doesn't need their help. Even L.L., feeding him drugs, taking sex as payment, L.L.'s doing it for his own good and fuckitall, he's tired of people doing things for his own good. He wants to fuck and he wants to do it on camera and he wants everyone to see him.

"Enough," X answers, "to keep you happy for some time."

J.J. nods, starts to tug at his shirt, take it off. X pushes him gently towards the bed. "Wait. Do it on camera. Tsu will help you."

They fiddle with the lights, adjust the bed, right the bottle of lube. Finally it's time. J.J. knows he should be nervous. He should be embarrassed. He kneels on the bed and he just feels horny, and high, and happy. Tsu stands nearby, but, J.J. notices, out of range of the camera.

X pushes some buttons, fiddles with the computer. He nods to J.J. "Why don't you introduce yourself to everyone?"

"I'm--" J.J. stops as X directs him to look at the camera. He turns a little, looks into the empty lens. Nervousness creeps over him for the first time. "I'm J-- Kiyoshi. Um, hi." He waves a little, tries on a smile, feels the heat in his cheeks. He looks towards X and Tsu.

"Is this your first time on camera, Kiyoshi?" X guides him gently, as if holding his hand, a sweet and caring father with a wolf's smile. J.J. nods.

"Yeah, um, it is, so like, I guess I'm like, you know-- a virgin to all this!" he laughs, impulsive giggling to fill the empty space. "Not that I'm, um, well, um..."

X saves him. "Well, why don't you show our lovely audience what you're hiding under those clothes?"

J.J. nods again. Suddenly the candy high isn't enough. He swallows thickly. Adrenaline has managed to cut through his intoxicated fog. His fingers fumble as he tugs off his shirt, slips on the buttons of his pants. His hands are shaking.

"Let me give you a hand," Tsu says. J.J. notices he's still off camera, even when he reaches to help, deftly unfastening J.J.'s fly. The world is seeing him, and him alone, naked and vulnerable. He suddenly thinks this is a Very Bad Idea, one in a trend of them lately.

"You look nice," X encourages him. "Why don't you turn around so they can see all of you?"

He complies, rubbing his arms for warmth. The room is a little chilly; there's a breeze coming from somewhere above the toy-lined dresser. His cock is still hard, despite his nervousness; he reaches down, instinctively covering himself as he turns around.

"Don't hide." X adjusts the focus. J.J. bites his lip. "What do you want to do for everyone today, Kiyoshi?"

"I- I-- thought..."

"Why don't you spread your legs, touch yourself a little?"

J.J. looks around himself, lowers himself to the bed. He wraps his hand around his cock, gives it a few slow strokes. "Like this?" His ears are burning.

"Good... good."

Tsu moves behind X, to the selection of toys. J.J. watches him out of the corner of his eye, unable to focus on touching himself, too cold and nervous still. He can feel his heart pounding, loud in his ears. Tsu comes back with a selection of dildos. "Want something to play with?" he says. J.J. bites his lip.

"I-- okay..."

Tsu chooses one in pink, clear silicon, like one J.J. has at home. He reaches for it, but Tsu holds it higher, strokes it against his lips. "Do you like cock, Kiyoshi?"

J.J. glances at X, swallows. "Yeah..."

"How much?" Tsu strokes the dildo lightly against J.J.'s bottom lip, and he can't help but open his mouth, flicker his tongue over the tip. The nervousness dims over the sudden heat that rushes through him.

"I-- I love it..."

"Show me how much."

He opens his mouth, slips his tongue around the well-crafted head, swallows the dildo down deeper. The sides are pebbled and odd against his tongue, the taste faintly unpleasant, but he wants it, wants it deeper, wants it all the way down. Tsu smiles down over him, watches him give enthusiastic head to the dildo, nods as the hand in his lap quickens.

''You look so good doing that," X tells him. "You love to suck cock, don't you, dirty little boy?"

J.J. nods around the mouthful, glancing towards the camera, nervous again. He takes the dildo at the wrong angle because of it and finds himself choking, reeling back. X laughs. "Is it too much for you? Why don't you take a little break, let Tsu help you?"

J.J. would like to say that nothing is too much for him, but he's falling over backwards, his balance gone. His head hits the pillow and from here he can't quite see the camera as well and his own hand is starting to feel so, so good. And somebody's fingers are stroking his inner thighs- Tsu's, of course, rough skinned but gentle, pushing his legs apart wider. "Do you want it in you?" Tsu is asking, rubbing his thumb along J.J.'s balls, between his legs, further back. "Do you want something inside of you?"

He can only manage a feeble whimper and a nod by now. The lubricant is cold and it makes him jump a bit, but Tsu's hands hold him down. And then Tsu's thumb is pushing inside of him, and he arches, spreading wider, his hand tightening around his cock. He tries to say, "more" but all that comes out is, "ahh... god!" And it doesn't matter anyway, because Tsu is slowly fingerfucking him, holding his legs good and spread for the camera.

"I want," he gasps, "I want... please... fuck me?"

He's shocked when X shakes his head. He moans, stroking his cock harder, trying to bring himself off but needing more, needing to be filled up, possibly from both ends. "Please," he begs, and he doesn't care that he's begging to be fucked in front of potentially hundreds of eager web porn fiends. "Please fuck me..."

"Help him, Tsu," X says, and J.J. thinks with some relief that Tsu is going to do it, at least, finally, flesh inside him, hot and eager and sweaty on top of him, sharing the spotlight with him. But Tsu only rubs something cold and hard between his legs, over his cock; a glass dildo-- and then it's being pushed inside of him, cool and unyielding, not the hot flesh he wants, opening him up wide...

"You look so beautiful, spread open for everyone to see," X purrs, and Tsu fucks him with the dildo, too slowly to help his need. He tries to push back against it, increase the rhythm, hates the desperate mewling escaping him.

"More," he cries, "More, please, more..."

At a nod from X Tsu obliges, thrusting the dildo inside him quicker, harder, and he is screaming, clutching, stroking, coming all over his hand, his chest, the blankets. Tsu presses the dildo in as deeply as possible, watches him convulse under it, reduced to incoherency. He collapses back, gasping for breath, and he hears X shutting down the camera.

"Beautiful," X is saying, and a towel is thrown next to his head. He notices it doesn't quite smell clean, but he uses it anyway, suddenly dirty feeling. "Beautiful performance."

Tsu pulls the dildo out of him with an odd sucking noise and he feels empty. He rolls over onto his side, throws the dirty towel over the edge of the bed, curls in around himself. The emptiness is deep; he tries not to think about it.

X rattles something next to his head. It's the dish of candy. He fumbles in it, instinctively finds the x, takes it even though he's had too much already. X reaches into his pocket, throws money on the bed. "Come back any time," he says, and then he leaves the room, and he's gone. J.J. doesn't notice at first, but Tsu is gone as well. He picks up money and he looks at the camera, and he falls back against the bed.

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