/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Shu knows it's over when he feels one final, violent thrust from the sweaty body above him, his boss's climax heaving the cheap metal frame of the hotel bed. His waist tightens as rough hands take him to the hilt; he feels the hot spurt as he is defiled from deep inside. For a moment, Shu's boss collapses on him, greasy folds smothering his porcelain skin. He no longer has the energy for disgust - time went hazy after his second forced orgasm, and he is at least glad that the past few hours have been a blur. After a while, his boss gets up from the bed and heads for the shower. If Shu is lucky, then this will be all for the day.

A wad of cash is tossed toward the bed, and lands between Shu's cradled arms. 100,000 yen, as was promised for tonight: enough to cover this month's mortgage and food. This is how he is able to provide for his family. This is how, despite his debasement, he can stand to see his wife and newborn child, who wait for him every day to come home from overtime. He savours this moment of torpid numbness; he knows that, when he awakens the next morning, his body will again sing with the pain of bruises and wounds that remind him of his worth. For him, it's okay - Shu can stand the pain that he knows he deserves anyway. It is punishment for his filthy body, which betrays him with countless orgasms despite the depravity of his punishment. The smell is the only thing that he will never be able to stand. The aftertaste of cigarettes, cheap cologne, and middle-aged sweat that combine to produce a scent that is uniquely worse than its ingredients. No matter how much he cleans himself, he will never be truly rid of what has fouled him. He feels himself getting sick again but he holds himself back by taking deep breaths and singing the tune of Shoujo Rei - he and his wife's favourite song, from the time they started dating - inside his head. Lately it has been small things like these that have kept him together - flickers of the halcyon past that keep him from despair.

Just Shu he pulls himself together - two rapid vibrations from the nightstand. He picks up the phone that is adorned with his wife's hand-drawn stickers. It was her insistence to send pictures and videos from home; this was her way of encouraging him to get through the late nights of dull paperwork. Although he refused the idea at first - he would rather have just gritted his teeth through the ordeals - he now clings to these fragments of his old life like a light in the abyss. Images of his refuge envelop him with warmth. A picture of her preparing his bento box that morning, the unagi fried with onions sauce just as he likes. Another of their child napping beside Shu's taekwondo belt from high school, now used as a comfort blanket. In one video, his wife's homemade crib mobile - with dangling bananas wearing hand-painted faces - dancing above their newborn child who laughs with joy. Shu knows that to wallow is not productive. He knows that it will not make the situation better, and to do so only inflicts himself with pain. And yet, tonight, these feelings have him awash in his misery...

What kind of husband and father leaves to degrade himself like this? How can he be so absent from his child that they've seen more of his face through video calls than in person? How could he lie so plainly to his wife, who still tries to greet him with hugs and kisses when he comes home? Shu can no longer reciprocate these gestures - the guilt and shame will not let him meet human touch without physical revulsion. And yet despite this, he still sees the brightness of their smiles when he comes home. Even at his lowest, when he is sure that they hate him, he is never met with anything but acceptance. Can't they see that he has already been lowered? Can't they see the filth on his body, how unworthy he is of their love... How could he ever deserve a family like this... he, a worthless and broken whore...

He waits until he hears the bathroom shower turn on to start crying. Hot tears flow like rivers down his face.

Luxiem boys giving blowjobs! (mob ojisan POV)

>Vox
His actual technique is only decent at best, but he excels at setting the mood to make you feel special. Peppers your member with dozens of sensual, lewd kisses, made even better by the marks left by his maroon lipstick. Switches to his hand intermittently to get close to your ear, at which point he whispers of what a "filthy old man" you are for enjoying this. Tries to stroke himself while pleasing you as a way of keeping a steady pace. His best trick is relentlessly focusing on the slit of your glans, which is ultimately the move that sends you over the edge. Doesn't swallow, but lets it run down his chin while he calls you such a naughty boy.

>Luca
Surprisingly good at teasing, and giggles like a girl while doing so. The first 10 minutes are incredibly frustrating (in a good way), with playful licks and lip techniques that are just enough to make you feel something but not enough to be truly satisfying. Is also very attentive to your balls, and spends nearly as much time just playing with them in his mouth. A little bit rough when he goes all-in, however, to the point where you have to ask him to dial back the enthusiasm - he doesn't take it badly, though. Lets you finish on his chest, and you already know what he's going to say when you finally let loose.

>Mysta
As bad of an idea as you think - your penis is probably safer inside a rotary pencil sharpener than it is inside of Mysta's mouth. You struggle to stay erect during the ordeal as his teeth keep scraping against you in the worst of ways; he also gags hard after an ill-guided try at a deepthroat. It is honestly difficult to tell who between you is enjoying it less. He quietly mutters "sorry" between attempts, and is clearly embarrassed as well. You eventually tell him to stop and just switch to a regular handjob, but even then you are barely able to finish due to his horrid technique. He does enthusiastically lick his hand clean afterwards after some reassurance, though.

>Shu
Boy, was it ever a mistake to jokingly ask him to "try [his] best to suck [you] dry." You know he's serious the moment he ties his hair into a ponytail, and his coy expression of innocence transforms into the grin of a succubus. Every inch of your length is assaulted from all angles by his tongue, which passes over you in intense cyclones of pleasure. Your visible attempts to hold back from climax only signal him to switch his technique to even greater heights, and in one swift motion - grabbing you by your butt so that you can't escape - pulls you in for the most otherworldly deepthroat you've ever experienced in your life. Holds you there for what feels like hours until you've utterly emptied yourself down his throat. Does not leave a single drop wasted; you faint moments afterward.

>Ike
You can tell that he doesn't really want to do this, but you promise to tip a little extra once he's through with you. Swears in Swedish under his breath before he even begins, as the strong scent of your member - which reminds him of overripe surströmming - assails his senses. Bites you accidentally at one point - it does hurt, but kind of in a good way so you're not really mad at him. Eventually, his gingerly attempts to please you only serve to exhaust your patience and you grab him by the base of his hair to facefuck violently. His initial choked screams and squeals of protest are delicious, but he eventually relents just so that it can be over sooner. Chokes on your semen post-climax, and tries to hold back from vomiting but does not succeed.

>that "ah" sound right after he swallows

>>20442696
Thanks, sis

Luxiem as camwhores! + Brothers that ____! bonus in a reply.

>Vox
We've already had a taste of this; gentle words and abuse of his binaural mic take centre stage, with his body as an afterthought. Puts great pride into his set - all matching, red satin bedsheets and an abundance of cushions to recline on, an incense burner wafting smoke to his side and a champagne glass permanently in his hand (although it doesn't actually have champagne in it, just whatever alcohol he feels like). Starts off relatively tame, but the longer it goes the more he drinks, and the more he drinks the more debased he gets, the further he's willing to go. Doesn't really use toys much, he prefers his hands and a liberal amount of cumlube, but introduces a vibrator into the mix sometimes. Sometimes brings over people to have sex with live, although their faces are never shown.

>Mysta
Total degeneracy. If you can forgive the no-sheets mattress on the floor setup, with low lighting that makes the video slightly grainy, you're in for a treat. He's not doing this for the money, he's doing it for an excuse - he'll quickly devolve given the slightest push, and has a wide variety of toys and outfits that he likes to cycle through. Doesn't shy away from fantasy dildos - dragons, guns, and something you really hope isn't modelled after anything real... Moans loudly and with wild abandon. Often cums and keeps going, until his thighs and belly are all crusted over with fluid and his sweat is making his hair stick to his face. Looks forward to the day someone tells him to involve piss.

>Shu
A simple setup, but an incredibly sleek one - crystal clear picture quality, always fresh crisp light sheets, with his few toys neatly lined up just in shot on the bedside table. He covers his mouth with a simple black mask and barely ever speaks, typing words onto the display if he really wants to say something. He comes across as a little shy, but he's clearly enjoying himself, and has some dirty thoughts stowed away in his mind; he's clearly practiced writing onto his own thighs, as he can write all sorts of degrading things the right way around using a thick, black marker. Rarely ever completely naked, instead preferring to lift up the skirt to whatever pretty, well-thought-out outfit he's wearing that day. Enjoys pretty dresses with plenty of ruffles, ankle length maid dresses, and neat school uniforms. He often wears knee-length or thigh-high socks, which are particularly fun to watch his toes curl in when he cums.

>Ike
Really enjoys talking down to his viewers. Always starts his streams fully clothed, slowly stripping as time goes on to reveal delicate lingerie sets beneath. He acts like he's being coerced, and talks with a tut and a sigh, but his body language and erect cock gives him away. A big fan of bringing masked clients onto the stream to fuck them live; sometimes he'll play what he's pioneered as "strip chess", sometimes it's classic poker. Enjoys tying them down and roughing them up, taking on everyone from petite girls to ojisans with the same amount of confidence and vigour... And reminding them that they're in a very vulnerable position, tied up naked in a stranger's house on camera, dragging the blunt side of a kitchen knife down their chest or over their neck. It's all play, of course! Probably. The heels stay on during sex.

>Luca
You'd be forgiven for thinking you'd accidentally clicked onto a motivational workout stream. The majority of his camming is exercise focused, a high quality camera capturing every bead of sweat as he does pushups live, or uses the exercise equipment in his home gym. Very encouraging to his viewers, telling them to work out alongside him as it goes, cheering for them to keep it up. It's only when his workout session is over and he flops down in front of the camera, dragging it closer to him as he reclines up against the wall, that you might suddenly remember what you were watching in the first place. With a grin, his tongue licking quickly over his teeth, he pulls down his jogging pants enough to free his erect, sweaty dick and gets to work. Often narrates how good it feels and close he is. He clearly enjoys every second, and every bit of attention his viewers give him. Often cums onto his own already drenched abs, picking the camera up afterwards to show his viewers a close-up view of the mess he's made.

>>20105696
I just recovered from that lovely anon's pissing on legs post from the last thread. Give me a break...!