Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2024 15:06:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: Duncan Jules <teacher8714@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Submissive Streamer Chapter 3

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This third chapter in the series is it all fiction is some of it
non-fiction I will leave that to your imagination Sir. If it is true names
have been altered.

The Submissive Streamer: Chapter 3

Dylan was frustrated it had been another week abd still Master hadn't
contacted him he was horny hurt and angry. Today he had decided to move on
after a night getting drunk the previous night he disabled the cameras and
got back in bed. He logged on to the camera app and changed the password
and sat there looking around. Looking for something to do.

Grabbing his phone he decided that he was horny enough to create an alt on
X. Creating it's own e-mail address he quickly tapped away to creating an
account name. UKGaymer he tried and failed after trying a few more he
finally found UKSubGamer and began to type his first post, `So bored and
horny this morning.'

Dylan got up and put on his wrestling singlet and took a photo of himself
and then he place his profile picture of his arse. Even he had to admit it
looked amazing in that picture.

Before long he noticed it was time to stream and he loaded up his computer
and sat there in his comuter chair in just his singlet. Groping his package
he sent yet another Snapchat to `Master' which would undoubtedly be left on
unopened.

His heart sank and he got changed. The stream had generally gone well and
after four hours Dylans mood had decreased to very low. Taking a can he
began to drink as he loaded on to Facebook. Bobby was online. He dropped
him a message, `Hey it's been a while friend.'

A few hours passed and after many messages and many drinks later the
messaging heated up.

Bobby, `Heard you split from your ex. I am sorry about that but it might
mean I get to wreck your hole like I should have at school in the showers.'

Dylan, `Thanks I wasn't sure back then so I prob wouldn't have been
interested'

Bobby, `Who says I was giving you an option?'

Dylan, `Sir please that would be'

Bobby, `Your ass looked like it was begging for it back then'

Dylan, `It might have been but'

Bobby, `Do you want me to come up there and breed you when I get some time
off, boy'

Dylan stopped and thought about everything and after a few minutes without
replying he looked around the room and closed down the computer.

Climbing into bed he fell asleep generally quickly.

As Dylan slept his mind races to an image of being cornered in the shower
at the age of fifteen and all the lads in his form fucking his hole his
mind ached for it. Bobby was smiling down on him and said sadistically, "I
told you, you would love it boy."

With that in his dream his cock exploded as Gavin had his nine inch cock in
Dylans arse and Michael had his six inch cock down Dylans throat.

The dream went on and all the lads had a go in Dylans arse and mouth and
then he was left in the shower to be discovered by Mr North the PE
teacher. However in the panic of the dream he woke up. He looked down. His
body felt wet and sticky it was and as he looked down he felt his sheets
sticking to the cum his cock had poured out as he slept.

He immediately got up took a shower and put the washing on. He looked
around and then went to the computer. Logging on in just his pyjama bottoms
and white socks the internet browser offered to recover the pages he had
last opened agreeing to this Facebook popped up. It was a message from
Bobby, `Boy, did you pass out.'

Dylan just typed a message back, `Yeah, sorry about that thanks for the
chat was lovely catching up Sir.' He then paused a moment after he sent it,
`You could come up if you want, I always have an open house policy I am not
going to let you fuck me tho.' Dylans tent raised in his pyjamas as he then
added, `Well perhaps but not like guaranteed. Sir.'

Something bugged Dylan about what he had discovered last night and in the
morning haze of the sun coming through the window he decided he had the
balls to ask, `You know when you offered me a job and a place to live above
the bar, was that just cause you wanted to have a fuck piece. How did you
know I was like I am?'

Loading up Pot Player and The Witcher on his Playstation he looked at his
Alexa show and up flashed a picture of his ex. His guilt ridden heart after
seeing these pictures made him twinge slightly but that's why he kept them
been shown not only did he still deeply love them it was one of the only
things stopping him going full prostitute at times.

The stream came and went and another crate of Carlsberg disappeared that
night and Dylan checked in on Facebook Bobby had replied, `I don't care if
you don't want to give it to me. You always gave off those submissive
vibes. I just could never corner you and didn't have the self belief back
then that I do now boy. If you leave me on read again you will be punished
do you understand.'

Dylan gulped, `Yes Sir'

`Good now what have you been upto today boy.' Bobby posted back, `Don't
spare the details explain everything.'

`I woke up and did the washing the sheets, snapchatted a few people looked
through X, streamed some Witcher 3 finished Blood and Wine and then got
drunk, Messaged my ex and now talking to you.' Dylan replied as he took
another drink.

`You forget something boy.'

`Sorry Sir please don't punish me.'

`Is that everything, why did you need to wash the sheets so early in the
morning.'

`I needed to give them time to dry, Sir.'

`Boy are you lying to me and yes to your question that's why I wanted to
hire you so I could fuck your brains out in the cellar, on the pool table
and anywhere I pleased would you have liked that. BOY.'

`I had a wet dream Sir;

`Oh you slut, what was it about?'

`You and the whole class taking there turns fucking my holes and then I
woke when Mt North walked in as I could hardly move after been so full of
cum sir'

`So it wouldn't have been rape, you want it don't you boy! Admit it.'

`Yes Sir.'

Dylan looked down at his Alexa and saw an image of his Ex when they was at
the Chinese Takeaway it helped him pull away from what he was currently
typing and out this situation because this wasn't happy Dylan this was
depressed Dylan who would allow anyone to fill him up.

`I need to get some sleep I have to go to town tomorrow.' Dylan sent before
he closed down his computer.

Dylan didn't wake up till midday the following day and as he looked around
he noticed that he had left the curtains wide open again, it was rarer that
he closed them unless he was having a wank. Yet Dylan got up and set to
work moving the desk and the bed around while in just a pair of grey
joggers and socks and trainers.

After he finished he turned on his computer he opened a browser and tabbed
up several of his friends. Dylan then opened Facebook this was the first
time in years he had used Facebook three times in a row and noticed a
message from Bobby, `Boy, hope you are ok in town today. Add me on
Snapchat'

Dylan picked up his phone and quickly added Bobby on Snapchat before he
quickly washed and threw on his jeans and t-shirt. He picked up a can and
quickly downed it to lessen the social anxiety and then he glanced at his
arms the marks from the worst of his days was fading and he then glanced at
the impliment that he had placed on his second desk which now looked
directly out the window. He smiled today was not a day he was going to
think about that it was going to be a positive day.

Taking the short walk to the bus stop he walked past a couple of older
teens who was dressed in grey tracksuit bottoms and he couldn't help but
stare at the second of them who had a black quiff, he had the dimples of
Asher Angel and the eyes of Asa Butterfield but most of all his joggers
looked very well filled out.

"You want a picture fag." The older teen spat.

Dylan taken a back spluttered, "Sorry, sorry Sir I..."

"What a fag, bet he would suck us off just here, bet his micro dick is all
hard now."

Dylan was rock hard he couldn't deny that fact he was unable to think
straight he shook his head as the younger of the two teens who was far from
miraculous unlike his friend turned and walked towards Dylan. Dylan stepped
down the alley and then he felt the intrusion of the lads hand, "He's hard
as a rock."

Dylan gulped before trying to say, "Yes Sir, please."

"I recognise you now, you're on Grindr!" He paused, "You have your main
picture of you on your knees with your hand behind your head. Show us now
and we might, just might give you a present later."

Dylan went to fish his phone out before the younger lad replied, "No get on
your knees and put your hands behind your head. Then tell us where you
live."

"Number 9 South Street Sir." Dylan said as he dropped to his knees and
placed his hands behind his head.

Dylan could hear the engine of the bus stopping at the one before his stop.

"Go bitch, we might surprise you one day." Dylan paused a moment he got
onto his feet and run to the bus stop. He was hard and horny and the bus
was arriving.

Getting on the bus he spoke hushed, "Day Rider Sir." He scanned his card as
the driver who looked hardly old enough to drive looked at Dylan before the
ticket came out the machine and then he quickly went to sit near the
back. He was ashamed why was he calling everyone Sir!

He opened Grindr and a message from the older lad appeared, `You really are
a horny bitch number 9 the one with the dog right.'

`Yes Sir.' Dylan messaged back before he got several notifications from
Snapchat.

Bobby had sent him a message, `Be good in town, if you can't be good be
bred.'

`Thank you, Sir.'

It was then the second notification came through and Dylan clocked who it
was from, `Master.'

Dylans heart raced as he read the message, `Sorry, I was in hospital you
really did spam me didn't you. Your links are hot. WUU2 now.'

`Just going in to town Sir, I need to go to the Supermarket and get some
animal treats.' Dylan smiled to himself Master hadn't forgot about him he
felt an overriding sense of joy.

`So where are you right now. Can you get your cock out for Sir, you want to
make me happy right.' Dylan looked around after reading the message. He
pulled out his cock as no one was near and took a picture he saved it on to
the camera roll of his phone and added Bobby as another individual who
would receive the image of his cock hard leaking cock on the bus.

Putting his cock back he sat back and breathed replacing his phone into his
pocket he then looked out the window.

As they pulled into town Dylan quickly went around and did the shopping
placing it into his backpack before settling for a pint in the pub by the
bus stop. It was generally a busy bar of all types of people but today the
pool table had been conquested by a group of scally lads and the older
generation was not to be seen.

Dylan was watching intently as he drank and it wasn't long before three
pints had vanished and he was walking back to the bar, his phone vibrated
and he smiled as he rested both arms on the bar and he read the message
from Master, `Where are you now, send me a snap of you stroking..'

Dylan smiled walked to the toilet he pulled his jeans down to his knees
pressed the record and held it as he wanked his cock hard and fast. He
panted and moaned as he did all the while thinking of the lads from
earlier.

`Do it again this time I want your jeans all the way by your ankles.'

Dylan immediately complied horny, unable to concentrate his moaning was
growing worst the precum poured out his cock. "Please Sir use me."

He moaned as he realised he had gone into two snaps but sent it anyway.

`Single Snaps I can't save it otherwise do you understand.'

Dylan text his reply as he pulled up his jeans, `I am sorry Sir I didn't
realise.'

`That's two things you will be punished for now. Do you understand.' Master
replied. `Reply with a video of your face telling me you understand.'

Dylan turned the camera to look at his face and started recording, "Yes
Sir, I understand I am to be punished as I am a loser who cannot follow
simple instructions."

Sending it Dylan felt shame as he hid in the stall and water began running
from the sink. Had he been heard?

As he put his phone back in his pocket he ordered another drink and went to
sit back down near the pool table his cock was painfully hard in his jeans.

`Bitch what are you wearing?' Masters next message said to Dylan.

`Jeans, T-Shirt and top Sir.' Dylan said before he put the phone back into
his pocket. He felt like he was sweating more and more.

`So no boxers? Or was you lying to me.' Masters quick reply stated.

`I am Sir I am sorry.' Dylan remembered his rather plain boxers that he was
wearing, `Socks and Trainers to Sir.'

`That's three punishments now. Go to the toilets take off your jeans and
boxers and throw the boxers into any liquid on the floor. You can decide if
you want to wear them after or you want to put them in your pocket.'

`Please Sir, I will take them off but I can't do that.' Dylan protested.

`You want to make it four punishments, now we know you always do this. I
can't do that dance but you end up on your knees grovelling so do it now
bitch.' Dylan couldn't believe his eyes. He knew it was true and downing
three quarters of a pint he walked to the toilet as his phone vibrated.

He checked his phone it was another message from Master, `NOT IN THE
STALL.'

Dylan felt uncomfy it was like Master had guessed his plan but deciding not
to anger Master more he kicked off his trainers quickly and the damp piss
covered floor felt horrible under his socks. He then fished off his jeans
and finally his boxers he quickly pulled his jeans and trainers back on his
socks only slightly damp and filmed himself dropping the boxers into the
puddle under one of the leaky urinals.

Sending the video he picked up the boxers and put them in his backpack in a
separate pouch. Dylan went back to the bar ordered another drink and then
sat back down it wasn't till Dylan was another three to four in before his
phone vibrated again as the video was saved to camera roll.

`Why was your jeans on in the video when you dropped the boxers. Can you
not follow simple instructions. Think about your actions I have family here
now you have thirty minutes to record something and email me it. If you
fail to please me you will be punished.'

Dylan looked around and after finishing that drink the scallys left. Dylan
decided it was time to leave and glanced at his watch he had another ten
minutes to try to please Master.

`Seven Minutes, I bet you are short of ideas whore. Go ask a homeless man
if you can blow them or even better if you really want to impress me have
one fuck your arse raw.'

Dylan started to type, `I can't do...' before he deleted it knowing he had
been called out on that and buzzed from the alcohol he walked up the street
and then he saw a thirty some year old man sat outside the bank. He started
to record as he approached, "For Five Pound will you judge my Arse."

The homeless man looked up, "Okay money first."

Dylan passed the man his money he felt shame, "So slap or ram..." Dylan
blushed.

"Pull the back of your clothes down and lift your top." The homeless man
knew he was embarrassing Dylan and could only assume he was going to be
used for content on TikTok or another social media. Dylan complied, "Slap
it I am not gay but it's not the worst arse I have seen."

It was then the sound of skin on skin sounded through the streets as people
had stopped to look on some had even started filming the homeless man had
slapped Dylans arse harder then Dylan had ever felt before. A tear trickled
out of his eye as a large red hand mark appeared on his white arse.

"Have a good day now leave me be." The homeless man declared looking at the
cash.

Dylan quickly sent it to Master looking at the time it had been 30 minutes
on the dot he just prayed his internet would be strong enough to send it in
time and as he scuttled off to the bus he knew that the slap would be with
him for atleast this ride.

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