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ㅤ𝜗ৎ⠀˖ thinking about ... 𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 as a camboy ─── plus eighteen, young!dean, explicit content, dom fem and viewer!reader, masturbation, praising, sub!dean, petnames, use of sex toys, semi-humiliation, overstimulation, agreed orgasm.

dean winchester was fucked up, and by fucked up it meant so brain-porn-washed since he was fifteen. he'd still remember the first time he'd ever touch a keyboard to type any porn site on his mind, how nervous he was about not being discovered in such a compromising position.

the nights he spent on those pages were countless; it was his only way to escape the heavy and unusual routine of working in his father's mechanic shop.

his preference fell more on those amateur camgirls who looked docile and sweet while riding some dildo or, secretly, those women with slender breasts and pinkish nipples, bristling and wet with sweat— on many times, dean had to bite his free hand so that his moans wouldn't be heard, he felt pleased and at the same time so ashamed that the obscene sounds of a woman kept him so close to the abyss of pleasure, feeling so weak.

until one night, when a little voice inside his head started to repeat the same phrase multiple times by the day: what if he became a camboy instead of watching them?.

and then it started, as an experiment. a secret experiment that no one on his circle should ever know.

dean would spent at daylight under the chassis of rusted-out cars and leaking fords, knuckles scarred and his fingernails rimmed with black grease but at night—once the garage is locked and all of his things were camped on his room desk, the show began.

he'd bought a high-end webcam with the money he should've spent on a new alternator for his dad with a rim light that made his green eyes pop out, dean felt too nervous because he knew that anyone in the house could hear him, but at the same time, the adrenaline carrying on his body made the said fear dissipate little by little, taking over and transforming that sweet facade into a bolder one.

for his safety, he only focused the camera from his mouth down, revealing his slender body—the lights illuminating the freckles scattered like moles across his abdomen and waist, ending at the v-line of his lower abdomen, which served as the main source of his appeal in front of the camera.

within ten minutes on his first stream, the chat was scrolling faster than he could read. he was just sitting there with nothing but a pair of grey sweats and his heavy work boots on, all oiled smudged up and his arms against the chair.

odee_loving: oh god, you're so pretty. pudding_lover: literally barking right now. look at him. he looks so pouty.

it began gently, playing with his hands as they slid down his torso, letting out a couple of sighs. while making a great effort to ensure that nothing could be seen beyond his lips, dean unbuttoned his pants and tilted the chair enough so that the camera could now capture how his right hand was rubbing against his crotch, taking the base of his still-covered cock, pressing it barely enough so that a muffled moan escaped his mouth.

"fuck, like this? is this what you all want right?," dean would huff a laugh mid sentence, now taking his cock out of his boxers to stroke it better, spitting on his bare hand to lube it and began to put on a proper show.

angel222: i'm actually screaming, crying, throwing up. it's the freckles and the whimpering for me.

since then, the chat was a total wreck everytime he began to stream. every other friday after being in charge of the shop, he would run to his room and lock up the door for the next few hours just to show his viewers his new "things" acquired.

he started introducing a few sex toys to its streams, it doesn't what it was—vibrators, plugs, cock rings or just a fleshlight covered in lube and his spit, he did what generated the most views on his channel, even taking suggestions from viewers who would then vote for the next broadcast, and so on.

as the months passed, it became a highly acclaimed channel, allowing him to receive tips that directly impacted any cock ring he was using, causing a chain of vibrations to hit his sensitive cock every time someone sent money.

that very same day he was testing his tolerance for overstimulation, since it always ended in a mess of moans, but he still wanted to prove to his chat that he could handle it.

slowly, he began lubricating both his cock and the ring that would later create some pressure on it, carefully sliding it along its length so as not to hurt himself, letting out a sigh of relief when it was all the way in. with his free hand, dean grabbed one of the fleshlights near his desk and began to thrust in gently, moaning in a barely audible but noticeable tone that sent the chat into a frenzy, flooding it with messages.

a new viewer has donated a tip for you! message: for being such a good boy, i want to see how much you can take it.

the sudden vibration took him by surprise, allowing a muffled groan to escape his lips. he shifted in his chair to have a better focus on how his cock slid in and out of that toy. those obscene sounds of the lubricant and his thrusts were filling the room, and he felt the heat within those four walls tinge his cheeks a rosy hue.

a viewer has donated a tip for you! message: keep going, big guy. show us how much you like being watched.

"fuck…" dean moaned—flushed, messy, and totally subbed out for a bunch of strangers who knew exactly how make him fall apart. he was a complete disaster, his hair pushed back by trembling, oil stained fingers gripping that toy like his life depends on it and his mouth hanging open as he tried so hard to catch a breath that didn't feel like burning hell.

a viewer has donated a tip for you! message: those pretty green eyes are looking a little lost, are you losing focus puppy? take it deeper, all the way to the hilt.

"shit—i'm, fucking trying to.." dean wheezed, his voice dropping a bit but keeping that sweet tone of whimpers. his calloused hand grabbed the base of the toy, knuckles white as hell as he forced himself more to it. it was a wet, utterly devastated sound echoing through the walls and dean felt like a literal dog as he humps on that piece of toy.

a viewer has donated a tip for you! message: such a good boy. now, let go of your cock. i want to see you finish hands-free just from the toy. be good for us, can you?.

his cock was straining against his stomach, leaking a pathetic amount of pre-cum that smeared against his skin, yet he couldn't touch himself, he wasn't allowed to do it.

dean was now staring into the camera, his pupils blown wide until the green on his eyes was a thin, frantic rim around it. he looked like a puppy waiting for a command, a message, something to finally give up into the pleasure.

a viewer has donated a tip for you! message: you're doing s'well, kiddo. 'bet you've thinking about this all day, being so drunked out by some fuckass toy, haven't you?. don't stop until you're shaking.

dean let out a sob that was almost a half-moan, his face burning a deep, humiliated crimson color behind the camera while his viewers are currently losing its collective mind.

"please—" he gasped, the word breaking into a pathetic whimper. "fuck, i.. i can't—it's too much.."

the room awas spinning all over, his moans were filling it a bit more and the wet slapping sound of the fleshlight chime in with the other amount of tips going insane in the chat. as dean's head was trashed back, his throat was working shyly enough to swallow down another whimper—his brain going completely blank off as he tried sho hard to push an orgasm.

"fuck, please," dean gasped, his fingers tangling into his short hair, pulling hard enough to hurt just to ground himself. and fuck, the camera caught everything! the way his chest heaved, the flush spreading down to his collarbone, his lips trembling in a constant sob.

"i can't, m'gonna.. f—fuckkkk," he choked out, eyes blown wide and glassy looking straight into the lens, shaking and sobbing as his orgasm finally hits him. ropes and strips of cum leaked out from his cock, staining the toy, almost breeding it.

he sat there for a long minute afterward, chest heaving, the ring still lightly buzzing. his skin was mapped with sweat and shame. slowly, a ruined and dazed smirk appeared on his lips.

"hope you guys.. enjoyed the show," he rasped, voice in a total wreck as he turns off the stream.