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When his ego took a beating, there was one thing that always worked wonders. Sure, it worked plenty of wonders for his slim bank account, too, but there were other awesome perks that came with the territory.

Such as having his ego caressed and stroked to the point of no return. He took a short shower and opted for marching in front of the camera with nothing but a towel on. After the moment he needed to collect himself, he turned the camera on and logged into his account.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he began, throwing a dazzling smile at the camera’s lens, “I bet you guys weren’t expecting me tonight, but my plans fell through, so tonight I’m all yours.”

He leaned back in his chair and began to fiddle with his towel. The secret was to offer them very little at first, until they became hungry for more and began throwing money at him. Unlike other people on the platform, he preferred livestreams to other sorts of content meant for monetization. They gave him the chance to connect with his audience and also give them what they liked. He was a giver, no matter what that Mitch was talking about.

Some of his followers usually lurked around even on the days he wasn’t supposed to stream, and he was counting on them. They were people who always said the nicest things to him, like—

<mrbumbumstick: choke me, daddy>

“Oh, darling, you’re kinky,” Jamie said and laughed. “What else would you like me to do to you?”

He took pride in offering his followers enough one-on-one conversation that they all felt equally valued. And that guy had dared to call him a heartbreaker. He was as far as he could be from a heartbreaker.

<themaskedvillain: nice thighs, when are they open for business?>

Jamie flaunted his towel a smidge to get the interest higher.

<gentlebusinessman donated 200 tokens>

<gentlebusinessman: it would be nice to see a little more>

“Sure, why not?” Jamie hooked one thumb into the rolled towel around his waist. “How about you guys show me a little more love first?”

<permanentasshole: show us the goods first!>

“Nah, play nice,” Jamie scolded the impatient – and permanent – asshole playfully. “You know how this works.”

<gentlebusinessman donated 200 tokens>

<gentlebusinessman: ignore these poor boys, do it for me>

“Do you want me all to yourself?” Jamie teased while leaning toward the camera and offering his signature smile again.

Did that feel rehearsed to his followers? The thought made him wince for a moment.

<themaskedvillain: what’s wrong? does ur tummy hurt?>

<gentlebusinessman donated 200 tokens>

<gentlebusinessman: smile for me again>

Of course, stuff like that was only in his head. Well, it was in other people’s heads, too, but why did he have to care about them? He couldn’t control what they wanted to be delusional about. He was Zen like that.

“I suppose it’s time to show you something, boys,” he said cheerfully and lifted his towel enough to offer a direct view of the goods.

<reverserezerve: mmm, so yummy, I could worship that snake god all night long>

<reverserezerve donated 100 tokens>

<mrbumbumstick: choke me with your cock, daddy, make me drool all over my chin, yes, yes>

Some people were really good at giving themselves orgasms with very little input from Jamie. However, they weren’t his favorite people. The ones he liked best were those with a little more staying power.

<themaskedvillain: all fine and dandy, but does it work?>

“Show me some love, honey, and we’ll put that to the test,” Jamie said and winked at the camera.

<reverserezerve donated 100 tokens>

“Let me tell you about what I’d do to you if you were my boyfriend,” Jamie began as he slowly removed his towel to let all his glory present itself to the public.

<themaskedvillain: yeah, right, u’re so not boyfriend material>

<gentlebusinessman: hey, asshole, chill or get the fuck out>

<gentlebusinessman donated 300 tokens>

<gentlebusinessman: ignore the scumbag, please, continue>

<gentlebusinessman: and i’d love to be your boyfriend>

From time to time, there were guys who were trying to get a rise out of him, but Jamie brushed them off. They didn’t mean anything to him, nor their comments. But tonight, he was in a funk, and, for a change, he didn’t want to let it go.

<reverserezerve donated 50 tokens>

“Why do you think I’m not boyfriend material?” he asked, his smile never failing to be charming.

<themaskedvillain: u’re a walking stereotype>

<gentlebusinessman donated 500 tokens>

<gentlebusinessman: ignore him, boyfriend>

All right, Jamie had a policy never to let one person donate too much in one night because it made him feel like he was taking advantage of that someone’s generosity.

“Get ready for the show, boys,” he said, choosing to ignore the naysayer for the time being. He began caressing his chest, playing with his nipples. One of the things he enjoyed about his side hustle was that he could get as verbal as he wanted, and the others enjoyed it, too. He bit his bottom lip and winked. His cock had no trouble getting up, as long as he knew there were so many pairs of eyes on him. It did feel good to know he was so appreciated. Too many people considered what he was doing dirty, but he had never felt that way. He was an entertainer through and through.

And definitely not a heartbreaker.

<themaskedvillain: does ur boyfriend know you’re doing this?>

<gentlebusinessman: i’m the boyfriend i totally know>

Jamie closed his eyes to focus on his impending orgasm. Although he could hear the chime that signaled each time someone donated tokens, over and over, he didn’t look at the screen anymore. He let sweet nothings pour out of his mouth, with the comforting knowledge that there were ears on the other side listening in and taking his words at face value. Not reading the nasty comments probably coming from that asshole’s fingers as he got close to his climax helped.

He only opened his eyes after the deed. He continued to play with his fresh cum, rubbing it slowly into his skin.

<gentlebusinessman: that was amazing, thank you and see you next time>

<gentlebusinessman left the chat>

He counted all the tips rapidly. All in all, the night had been far from a loss. His nice guy act really paid off. While other guys were trying to go the extra mile with all sorts of kinks and whatnot, he preferred to keep things simple and wholesome. One after another, his followers left. He frowned as he realized someone had yet to leave.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked.

<themaskedvillain: i love seeing that frown on your face>

“If you like it so much, maybe you should pay for the privilege of seeing it.”

<themaskedvillain: i’m not like other boys>

<themaskedvillain left the chat>

“Yeah, I thought so,” Jamie said and turned off the camera.

What a douche. Really raining on his parade and all that.

Oh, well, it didn’t matter. He’d gotten his fair share of love for the night.

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