Chapter six
Settinguptheprofiledidn’t require much effort. All it needed was a portrait picture of Scott’s face, lips slightly parted, cheeks slightly sucked in, neck extended, but chin down, and there were Scott’s top tips on nailing the profile picture.
He stripped off and snapped a thigh-to-head photo of himself in the bathroom mirror after he’d just got out of the shower, damp tight boxer shorts, wet hair, gleaming skin, and nipples tightening as his body temperature cooled.
The hard work came when Scott had to kneel on the bed, and…well…come. He had to stroke himself to completion while groaning softly and fluttering his lashes every so often. It was supposed to be sexy, but that didn’t mean Scott’s mind stayed on sex.
It wandered, spinning random thoughts around in his head.
Thoughts like…where the hell was Lucy, the deadly snake?
Were there really man-eating deer in the woods opposite the house?
And what was Thomas doing at that exact moment?
Scott’s mind and body were too separate things at times, but they merged back together when they needed to…like when a shiver tickled his spine and his cock tingled, warning of his imminent orgasm.
He moaned as he shot his load onto the white sheet, masking his disappointment over his cumshot. It needed to go further, come out thicker, preferably the ideal shot would be hitting the camera with a visible stream.
He’d have to try again the next day; it would only get thinner from the first time onwards.
The website charged a small fee to all members, and then they could scroll through the content and profiles, find what they were looking for and subscribe to that account. Scott’s videos were designed to entice viewers into subscribing, but he had no clue what content he would offer them once they had.
First, he needed to hook them, then he could aim to satisfy. In that regard, it wasn’t too different to escorting. It all started with the book cover. He needed to be a sexy book cover to compete with all the other hundreds of thousands on the site.
Scott sighed, squirted more lube into his hand, and tried again.
He came three times and checked the footage after each orgasm.
Knuckles rapped on his door.
“Come in,” Scott called.
Thomas stepped into the room before scoffing and shielding his eyes. “Jesus, Scott!”
“It’s only an erection,” Scott defended, grabbing a pillow to cover himself. “Surely you’ve seen one before.”
“I would rather not see yours.”
“Don’t come over during working hours.”
Thomas lowered his hand. “Working hours?”
“Yes, nine until five. They’re my working hours.”
“I won’t make the same mistake twice.” Thomas flared his nostrils. “How’s it going anyway?”
Scott’s shoulders dropped. “I thought it would be easy, but…”
“But what?”
“I’ve only made £100.”
He had all five videos up, and views were climbing, but not many people had subscribed after seeing his freebies, only two members paying fifty pounds a month.
“£100 is good for…” Thomas checked his watch. “Three hours work.”
“It’s not good enough,” Scott replied, reaching for his phone. “And if you don’t mind, I’d like to carry on.”
