Dirty Little Stream

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Firstly this is a completed book, I kept it off this app until I'd finished! Two to three chapters will release a day to top two tiers. Then 2-3 days later it will release to all readers!

The title: Dirty Little Stream is just one I created, I've not figured it out yet so as you read if you have a better title suggestion let me know!

This book has Suicide in!

Song - Sleep Token - The Summoning

James POV

You know that feeling when you just want to hit someone and not stop? Keep swinging until their head caves in and their brain’s splattered across the floor?

No?

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s because my stepbrother lives to push, to poke, to fucking destroy every scrap of silence and happiness I’ve got left in this godforsaken life.

I shouldn’t complain. Besides him, my life’s fucking perfect. But there’s something about Barry that makes me want to keep hitting until there’s nothing left.

I wonder if that makes me psychotic. Or if I’m just dangling at the end of my rope while he tugs on it and laughs.

I still remember the day my mum came home and introduced me to him and his dad, Jonas. They figured since we were the same age, we’d get along great.

Yeah. If constant fighting, bickering, and wanting to murder each other counts as great, then we’re smashing that assumption to pieces.

We started young with the bickering. Then the older we got, the more it turned physical. I swear he’s doing it on purpose, trying to push me out, make me quit and walk away.

That’s not happening.

Our parents made us a deal: stay in school, finish at least four years of uni, and then we can leave home with our inheritance plus a fat monthly allowance.

So here I am at twenty-two, still stuck in this house, imagining every single day what Barry’s head would look like if it wasn’t round anymore after I cave it in.

“Did you hear me, James?”

My head snaps to the side where my mum is sitting. I didn’t hear her. I got fucking lost in my mind again. It happens way too fucking much. It’s not like I’m blacking out. I just zone out so completely I don’t see or hear shit.

Someone could have run at me with a knife and I’d still be there, stuck in my head, not realising.

Shit. I’m doing it again.

I rub my face and look at her. “What?”

“Have some respect, boy,” Jonas says. I nod.

“I wasn’t being disrespectful. I asked what.” Jonas hates me. He always has. Maybe because I get better grades than Barry. Then again, Barry is the typical joker who fucks around with his mates instead of studying.

“You had a tone,” Jonas says, and Barry smirks.

I swing my foot forward. Fuck him. Only he doesn’t jump. Cole, his friend beside him, curses and leaps up.

“What was that?” Jonas looks between us.

“James getting annoyed and kicking Cole for the fun of it.” Barry leans back like he’s having the time of his fucking life. My mind slips straight back to imagining caving his head in.

I shake the thoughts away and look at my mum. “What did you say?” I ask, trying to keep my voice normal.

“Your dad and I are away for two days. Can you behave?”

I bite back the urge to snap that the arsehole isn’t my dad. That would only cause more drama. “It’s not me you should be asking,” I mock as I look at Barry.

“Barry is fine,” Jonas snaps.

Of course he is. It’s always me. I’ve learnt that since they got together. Every issue is on me. Every argument is my fault. Every time Barry fucks up, it’s me.

My mum doesn’t see it. She’s too fucking blind.

“That means no parties,” my mum says, looking straight at me. It wasn’t me who threw the last one. Barry did, but I got all the shit for it because Barry would never do that.

“No parties. I have to study,” I say. I don’t, but I’ll use that as a fucking excuse. It’s the break, and I’m hoping Barry fucks off somewhere. He usually does during breaks, so I just need one of his arsehole mates to have something on.

“Good. We’re leaving now, and Barry, you’re out tonight, right?” Mum looks at him.

“Yeah, Mum. Won’t be back until morning. I'm leaving in about an hour,” he says, smiling at her.

I cringe every time he calls her Mum. She hugs us both and leaves. Jonas glares at me before following. The second the sound of the car disappears, Barry leans forward.

“I’d say have fun, but you’re no doubt going to be in your room with your nose in a book. Shame I’ve got plans. Could’ve had a right party. You might’ve actually got laid.”

I stand up and smirk at him. “Only you need to get laid every night to reassure yourself your cock’s not going to die.”

I walk forward, but his body blocks me.

“Move.”

“Or what?” He steps closer. I don’t back up. “You gonna swing? Please do. You’ll just prove you’re the problem.”

I shove him hard and walk off. I’m not getting into a fight tonight. I step into my room and pace for at least ten minutes, trying to calm down.

Eventually I sit and pull out my phone, scrolling through the requests. I need to change things up. My account’s slowly dying. The content’s the same, and while I know one way to get more viewers, I’m not comfortable with it.

I keep listening for the front door, waiting for Barry to leave, while I plan tonight’s stream. A change of environment might work. That’s when the idea hits me. It’s wrong. Twisted even. But fuck, it’s different.

Those watching might not realise, but I could turn it into a story. I grab my gear for the stream, set it up, and hear the front door slam.

Good. He’s gone. I walk to the window and watch his car speed down the street.

Hope you crash, prick.

I grab my stuff and head into his room to set everything up. Usually I use a cover in my room that hides a lot and makes it less recognisable.

This time, I want people to see. I want them to assume.

Once it’s all ready and the phone’s positioned, I add the title.

Fucking myself in my stepbrother’s bed just to piss him off.

Am I really going to do this? I stare at it for a moment, thinking about how reckless it is.

I position the phone so it doesn’t show my head. I can’t have people find out it’s me.

I hit the button and the live starts.

No going back now. I wait, watching the subscribers pour in one after another. My heart is already hammering hard. Then I begin stripping slowly, piece by piece. This has become second nature now. I’m used to the routine, the lights, and the thrill of eyes on me. But this time it feels completely different, sharper and more dangerous.

No doubt because I’m here right in the middle of Barry’s bed, in his room. It’s a massive risk. Anyone watching could recognise the posters on the wall, the messy desk in the corner, or the clothes scattered around. Then they would connect it straight to my body. One slip and everything could come crashing down.

Still, the risk pays off in ways that have nothing to do with just the money, although that does jump up nicely. It’s the thrill that really gets me going, the rush that makes my skin buzz.

A year ago someone dared me to do one single video. I went for it. It was the shittest clip ever made, just me with my cock in my hand, awkward and unsure. But that thrill hooked me deep and dragged me back for more.

That first account got deleted the next morning exactly like the dare required. But two days later I created a new one. No one knows about it. Not a single soul.

It has done well enough so far, but the excitement has started to wear thin. People are getting bored of the same old content, the same moves, and the same angles. That’s why I am here in Barry’s room tonight. I’m going to ride this high for days, maybe even weeks, wondering if anyone will spot the details of his room and actually recognise it for what it is.

It’s weird as hell. I always thought I was straight. Now I’m not so sure anymore. I still date women and fuck them when I can. But when tossing myself off on camera started to feel dull to the audience, I bought some toys. Those opened up an entirely new world of sensations I never expected.

I’ve yet to try anything with a guy in real life, but every single stream I consider it more and more. If a toy feels this fucking good, how incredible would a real cock feel buried inside me?

Fuck. I zoned out hard again.

My body moves on its own, chasing the pleasure. My fist pumps up and down my leaking cock in fast, slick strokes, spreading thick pre-cum over every throbbing inch. The fat dildo stretches my hole wide as I sink down onto it, then lift and slam back down hard.

Wet, filthy squelching sounds echo through the room with every thrust, loud and obscene, the silicone sliding in and out of my slicked-up ass. The toy buzzes deep and strong against my prostate, sending sharp, pulsing jolts of pleasure straight through my balls and up my spine.

Sweat beads on my skin and rolls down my chest in slow trails. My thighs burn as they flex and tremble with every roll of my hips. I ride the dildo faster, grinding in tight circles, forcing it deeper inside me until it hits that spot perfectly.

My ass clenches greedily around the thick shaft, desperate for more. Low, broken groans rip from my throat despite how hard I bite my lip to hold them in. The sounds spill out raw and needy anyway.

The phone screen glows in front of me. The chat scrolls wildly, messages flooding in faster than usual.

New room?

This setup looks different.

Holy shit he’s going hard tonight.

That squelching is so loud.

He’s actually moaning more than normal.

The attention makes my cock twitch harder in my fist. I slam down onto the dildo with more force, fucking myself properly now. The thick head drags relentlessly over my prostate on every stroke, sending hot waves of pleasure rolling through my gut.

Pre-cum drips steadily from my swollen tip, coating my fingers and making every stroke messier and louder. My balls feel tight and heavy, drawing up as the heat inside me coils tighter and tighter.

In a flash I picture Barry walking in. I see the shock twist across his face as he catches me like this, naked, flushed and sweating, riding a fat dildo right in the middle of his own bed while strangers watch every second. The filthy image burns hot through my veins.

My hole squeezes hard around the buzzing toy. My strokes turn frantic and sloppy. Pleasure spikes higher and I’m right on the edge.

A sudden cold shiver races down my bare back.

My eyes snap open and I see the chat explodes even faster.

DOOR IS OPEN!

BEHIND YOU!

SOMEONE’S THERE!

IS THIS PART OF IT?

LOOK BEHIND YOU RIGHT NOW!

A pair of legs stands in the open doorway.

Fuck.

I shoot up off the bed in pure panic. The dildo slides out of my stretched hole with a loud, wet pop and crashes to the floor, still buzzing wildly against the wood. I spin around fast, heart hammering against my ribs, my cock still rock-hard and dripping.

Cole leans casually against the doorframe, eyes wide with shock, lips slightly parted as he stares straight at my naked, flushed body.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I stare at Cole as he leans casually against the doorframe, his eyes wide. “Get out right now!”

“I’m staying here tonight,” he mumbles. His gaze flicks from me to the bed and then straight to the phone. His head tilts slowly to the side. He steps further into the room and I stumble backwards.

“You’re actually making porn?” He reaches out for the phone. I lunge forward and slam the end button hard.

Fuck. I spoke out loud.

“Get out!” I snap, my voice cracking with anger.

He snatches my phone anyway before I can stop him and stares down at the screen. “OnlyFans?”

Fuck. “It’s not like that at all.”

He steps even closer, his eyes dragging slowly down my naked body. I grab the nearest blanket and wrap it around myself as fast as I can.

“Get out.”

“I’m staying here tonight. I’ve plans early in the morning. Your parents know all about it.”

“My mum knows. That arsehole is not my dad.”

He lets out a low chuckle and looks back at the phone again. “Do you make a lot of money from this?”

“What? Just get the fuck out of the room.”

“It s an innocent question, James. Do you make much?”

I scratch the back of my neck and shrug, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I do. But I don’t give a shit about the money.”

“Of course not. You and Barry have your whole future handed to you on a plate. You don’t need to worry about any of that.”

“Can you just leave?”

“No. Because I’m staying in here tonight.” He pauses, a strange look crossing his face. “Is it hard to set something like that up?”

I stare at him in disbelief. “What?”

“OnlyFans. Was it hard to set it up? Can I have a proper look at yours, see exactly how it all works?”

“Fuck off, Cole!” I try to push past him and get out of the room, but he steps right into my path, blocking me completely.

“You can either agree and show me right now, or I make sure everyone finds out about your dirty little side hustle.”

He can’t be fucking serious. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“No. I’m genuinely curious. Show me everything or the first person I tell is Barry. And we both know he’s going to run straight to your parents with it.”

Snarling with pure frustration, I unlock the phone and shove it hard into his hands. “Have fun then.” This can’t be happening. He shouldn’t have been here at all tonight.