Liar vs. Liar - 8. How Far Would You Go?

Chapter Eight – How Far Would You Go?

Arthur Kallis was right. The Mitches were holding him back, and on top of that, they were a bunch of something that rhymed too well with their cumulative names. In hindsight, thinking of all the times the guys in the band had treated him like an outsider should have been enough of a warning that things weren’t working between them as a group, especially one that aspired to make music, and great music, on top of everything.

That didn’t mean he’d find it easy to break it off and go on his way. The band was like an old coat; it felt familiar and Jamie didn’t feel like throwing it away, as long as it still worked. Even if the Mitches had never been his biggest fans, he had a duty to give them the heads-up and not leave them while they still needed to find a replacement.

All that was fine and dandy, but what if his search for another band didn’t work out? Would he end up with nothing?

“Damn, man,” he told himself, “you want your cake and to eat it, too.”

No matter what his hookups believed about him, he was his biggest critic. That was why he didn’t have vulnerabilities displayed to the world. He took care of them in private.

Arthur had also said something about his adult-oriented show needing an upgrade. Jamie had always been grateful for the attention he got, but he had never seen himself as anything bigger than a nice fish in a small pond. And yes, nice, not big, because he thought that to be his most important trait.

Did it mean that he was preferring mediocrity to a potential he could reach if he tried hard enough? What sort of a drummer was he? He had been with the same band for… what? Seven years? It felt like a lifetime. Maybe that was the reason he couldn’t just tell them to fuck off when they behaved like douchebags with him. It hadn’t always been that way. In the beginning, they were a bunch of kids with too many dreams and some musical talent under their belts. But gig after gig, they waited and waited for the big break. The enthusiasm had turned into sour moods and snappish retorts. No matter how much they rehearsed, the final result was never good enough. Then came the finger-pointing and finding someone to blame. Someone convenient.

Jamie groaned and ran one hand over his eyes. Okay, Arthur had a point, even if he was someone new who had just walked into his life. The Mitches, for all he could tell, were holding him back. But Jamie didn’t have to get rid of them right away. He could go jamming with other people and see how that worked out. Yeah, that was a way to hold the cake in his hand and take a bite or two. If he found himself eager to gobble it down, that would be that.

Problem solved.

Now, on to other matters that needed attending to, he had to see what Cottontail’s plans were for tonight. He had a livestream scheduled, and he was pretty sure the guys would want to see more of that rabbit eating his ass. This time, they would move on to more interesting things. If he had learned something from his career as an entertainer, it was that people needed to see something new or they’d get bored and leave. Not too often, so that he didn’t alienate those who came there for the same old, same old, and liked it that way. It was a delicate balance that Jamie had learned to handle the hard way. The lows in his bank account over the years were proof of that.

“Razor tongue?” he asked when the person at the other end picked up. “Yeah, I know, you told me already. Tonight, we’re on. Get ready. What do I mean by that? Yes, your ass, too. But we won’t jump into anal like that. We need to give people what they want, but we need to do it little by little.”

***

Sure, Jamie had told him not to even think about getting boned tonight, but he couldn’t help himself. After reading plenty of online advice, he had prepared himself meticulously, going beyond the call of duty.

Jamie had to remain none the wiser about how much of a virgin he was. That rimming session had actually been the longest time his lips had been on another person. Something about what he did when interacting with others made them stay clear of him. He wished he knew what made him so undesirable. No, that wasn’t true. He already had a few ideas, and he didn’t like any of them. His brother was right; they had been raised a certain way, and being a hostile presence acting from the shadows was the best they could hope for.

That part, about being hostile, however, seemed more and more difficult for him to achieve lately. The number of views on the website had gone down every day as he was finding it bothersome to judge others for enjoying their youth when he was presently doing the same thing.

Like readying his ass for a dicking, even though Jamie had told him that wasn’t in the cards. Dicking. Was he mad or something? There was no way Jamie would put his dick in him. He had seen the way the guy had given him that long once-over. His eyes had told the whole story. His sort of body was far from being sexy. All he had going for him was his sharp tongue.

Well, that was still not nothing. He’d use his tongue, like last time. And then masturbate for dozens of times thinking of what a man Jamie Vayne was. Did that make him a creep? Most likely. At least, he had the lie prepared that he was doing all this to get enough dirt on the guy to expose him for the sake of praise that might never come.

It was depressing to think like that, he concluded, and pushed all ideas of the kind away. He needed to look his best, he decided as he courageously grabbed another wax strip from the package.

***

The pink rabbit hopped inside as Jamie held the door open for him.

“I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“For you, I’ll always come,” came the prompt reply.

“I see that you managed to prance around in your crazy costume without anyone stopping you. Aren’t you afraid that your luck is going to run out one of these days?”

“Nope. I have what it takes.”

What was that supposed to mean? Jamie knew he had to be wary of a guy who wore a frumpy bunny costume and wanted to go live with him on stream.

“Get naked,” he said in a rough voice. “We don’t have all night to make our audience come like a hose.”

“Okay. Should I do it here?”

“Wherever you want. I saw you naked already. And you’re going to show your ass to a bunch of strangers soon. Playing coy won’t bring you any benefits. Ah, here is something you should use.”

Jamie handed the butt plug with the puffy rabbit tail attached to a very surprised bunny. Still, he couldn’t figure out how he read any expressions since that costume was between him and the guy. But he just knew how the other felt.

The rabbit balanced the butt plug in his huge paw.

“I’ll put it inside you, just go change,” he said as he took back the object.

“Give me the mask.”

“Yeah, right.”

Jamie followed the guy with his eyes until he disappeared inside the bathroom. He narrowed his eyes as he pondered something in his mind. If there was some ID Cottontail had on him, he could check it later under the pretense that he needed to use the room himself. So far, this relationship was strange; Jamie was at a disadvantage because he had no idea who his livestream partner was.

He shrugged as he went back into the room where all the magic took place.

<permanentasshole: is ur boyfriend cumming?>

“Hopefully, tonight, he will come for all of you to see,” Jamie offered courteously. “In the meantime, how about I keep you entertained with my usual brand of goodies?”

<mrbumbumstick: those nipples are to die for>

“You think so?” Jamie pulled at the hardened nubs of flesh to give his audience what they wanted.

He quickly searched the chat list and let out a breath of relief when he saw that Arthur wasn’t online. That had been embarrassing enough, and he didn’t need the guy to throw tokens at him like in the past. He had never thought of himself as a pole dancer, but now that he pondered over the issue, there wasn’t that much of a difference between him and those people. What saved him and his dignity was the presence of a screen that separated him from the audience, so there would be no sticky fingers pushing bills into his underwear.

For starters, he didn’t have underwear on. But otherwise, the stage was set the same. Argh, why was he torturing himself like this? Arthur told him that his career as a musician wouldn’t suffer because he offered adult shows on the side to make a living, but doubts had started to creep into his mind, and there was no way he couldn’t think of it.

The rabbit emerged from the shadows, stepping gingerly, as if he was walking on eggshells.

“Come here,” Jamie said, gesturing for him to join him.

This time, Cottontail was naked save for the mask and the butt plug in his ass that Jamie took his time to present to their shared audience by making the guy straddle him with his back to the camera.

<zigoat: omg? a tail? how big is that b-plug?>

<momdolorez: shake it, babe>

<gadyforu: that’s one skinny ass>

Jamie kept Cottontail’s face away from the screen.

“What are they saying?” the rabbit boy whispered.

“They think you look just fine.” Jamie knew how to pass over any snide remarks, so it had been very seldom that he needed to kick someone out. As long as the trolls remained unfed, they got fed up quickly enough on their own and moved on.

The slender body in his arms was trembling slightly, so he decided to steady his partner by holding him with firm hands. He let one hand roam over his partner’s back, along his spine until he reached the puffy tail.

“How much of a virgin are you?” Jamie asked. “I have to know how to sell you.”

“Very much,” came the reply, with some difficulty.

“What do you mean?”

“My ass is a virgin. My mouth, too, if you don’t count the rimming.”

“I thought you were playing me. Are you sure?”

“I’d know if I got fucked, don’t you think?”

“You sure have a loose tongue, though.”

A skinny nerdy twink. A virgin, on top of everything else. He didn’t need to sell anything because it was all true and could use it to make his livestream a success. Still, his moves became gentler.

“How old are you?” he asked.

<permanentasshole: what r u whispering about? let us hear it>

<bebebeby: bet he doesn’t wanna put out>

“My partner is shy because he has never felt the touch of a man,” Jamie said into the mike. “I need to ease him into things, and I hope you’re going to help me, guys.”

Donations began pouring in. Without Arthur’s generous input, the night’s results, financially speaking, would not be as good as usual, but Jamie felt that he could win in other ways.

“We’ll only do what you feel comfortable with doing,” he told the bunny.

“I’m ready for everything. My ass is ready,” Cottontail said feverishly.

“You’re not going to lose your virginity on my stream.”

“Why not? I’m sure it’s going to bring in the dough.”

“Why do you always sound like you’ve just learned how to use words like ‘dough’.”

“My vocabulary is substantially more elevated compared to whatever kids use today,” Cottontail said with self-importance.

Jamie needed to remind himself that, virgin or not, this guy was sort of an asshole. Still, he was the nice guy, and he wouldn’t flip the script on Cottontail just because he thought himself to be some sort of genius looking down on people from the height of his superior knowledge of complicated words that hadn’t been in use for centuries.

“Listen here, nerd,” he said and adjusted the mike so that the audience would catch some of their conversation, “I’m going to give your mouth something to do tonight. And it won’t be using precious words.”

<mrbumbumstick: yeah, teach him>

As expected, his audience loved seeing him in charge.

He whispered quickly into Cottontail’s ear, “The show is on. Let’s see how you manage.”

“What’s going to happen?”

Jamie pushed him down gently until the eyes behind the mask stared at him from below with a candor that should have no place on a livestream of this sort.

“Let’s teach you how to suck a cock,” he replied and pulled playfully at the bunny ears.

<permanentasshole: yeah, not buying it, no way this guy hasn’t swallowed a load in his life>

<mrbumbumstick: he licks ass>

<bebebeby: stfu, let’s see>

Jamie smirked as he saw the shadow of his cock falling over the awestruck bunny’s face. “Are you going to make a run for it? Or are you going to show me how willing you are to learn?”

Cottontail nodded eagerly. “I want to taste your cock.”

<zigoat: taste it, boy, go deep>

The bunny boy tried to turn his head to read some of the comments, but Jamie shielded his eyes and turned him toward the task at hand.

“Don’t think of them. This is all between you and my cock.”

***

He wasn’t dreaming. His heart was racing, threatening to break out of his chest, and his fingers trembled as they wrapped slowly around Jamie’s impressive cock. He was glad Jamie had treated his determination to have anal sex as nothing but bravado, because faced with this monster, he doubted that it would be an easy feat to take it all inside.

He stuck out his tongue and licked tentatively around the head. Jamie’s skin was clean and smelled fresh, and his cock was the same. The temptation was too much. He needed to have it in his mouth, that porn star cock, and play with it until he got a load all over his face. That was the plan. He wanted it in his mouth, too, but fantasies were one thing, reality another. What if he didn’t like it? He’d ruin this livestream for Jamie, and he was damn sure that the notorious heartbreaker wouldn’t go easy on him if that happened.

Why was he thinking of all that now? He was there with a mission, and instead, he was concerned about Jamie and his stupid livestream.

Good thing he had that mask on. He probably looked weird, consumed by lust as he felt right now. He moved to rest his body against Jamie’s left leg and propped his cock and balls against the guy’s shin. This way, he didn’t risk shooting all over the place from sensory overload.

***

Yeah, definitely, the guy had no idea what it meant to suck a cock. Not that he wasn’t trying, but his moves were too frantic, his mouth too hungry for it.

“Look here, guys,” he said, looking at the camera, “imagine that you are here, with me, and I’m showing you the ropes.”

He was using his partner only as a proxy. The bunny served a purpose, and it was on him if he chose to bare all his shortcomings for the world to see. For Jamie, it was the equivalent of a train wreck in slow motion. Those people in chat would laugh at his clumsiness, and they would be mean, because that was how the world was built.

“Open your mouth wide.”

He ignored the demands from the chat to give them a show of the bunny struggling to obey all his orders. They wanted, after all, an illusion, and that meant that all the scripting had to be skillfully handled to ensure they believed it, at least to some extent.

They had to believe that what they were seeing was real. Jamie looked at the bunny, at his tongue lolling out, his open mouth.

“Good,” he praised him and then pushed his cock against Cottontail’s cheek, leaving a wet trail until it reached the parted lips.

Soft moans left the guy’s throat while Jamie was penetrating his mouth.

The sound of donations coming in seemed distant. Jamie found himself lost for a moment while staring at the eyes that met his with genuine innocence.

“Suck me,” he ordered, but his voice came out throaty and pleading.

Only half of his cock could get into that untrained mouth, but it didn’t matter. The nerdy college boy was doing his best, and it felt better than ten well trained tongues on his dick. If they continued like this, they were at a risk of finishing too soon, and that wasn’t Jamie’s usual MO.

A good idea would be to close his eyes and chill his horniness for a second. But he didn’t want to look away. It felt too good. Unlike with the guys he was usually with, he sensed that this was different, because his partner wanted to make him feel good first and foremost for a change.

The others always waited for him to serve them. Just like his audience on stream.

It was just a fleeting thought because nature took over, and his orgasm announced itself.

“I’m coming,” he whispered and pulling his cock out only to spray his release all over the bunny’s mask and face.

TBC