Good Dad

“Hey guys! EasyTerry here!” Terry said, staring at the camera with smiling eyes, “I’m so excited to see so many familiar names in the chat. Hopefully we can have some fun today, and don’t forget to tip!”

Terry’s higher pitched voice was happy and enthusiastic. His daughter, Tabby, had instructed him on how to talk and how to behave for his shows, and while he hated the character he was playing, Terry did get quite a bit of enjoyment out of obeying. Maybe enjoyment wasn’t the right word. Fulfillment. That was it.

“I hope you guys don’t mind hanging out with me in my bedroom tonight. I was feeling kind of lonely, but seeing you online with me makes me feel so much better,” Terry said, running his long fake nails along the neckline of his wife’s silk housecoat that he had slipped on just before they went live. He still remembered her opening it on Christmas morning the year before, after she had told him what to buy, of course. He leaned in to see the chat window, “Yes, BigSal55, the robe is new,” he smiled, “it’s so soft it’s hard not to rub myself all over in it!”

Then he spent a few seconds moaning while rubbing his chest with one hand, while the other slipped between his legs. Then he smiled mischievously at the camera and turned back to the chat window. This was a strategy that Tabby had instructed him to follow. Respond to messages with a tease, flirt, make it sexy, but make it short. If they wanted something good, they were going to have to pay for it.

“Yes, Anon27, I am feeling rather horny tonight,” he cooed, rubbing the tip of his tongue over his upper lip, “how could you tell? Am I that obvious?”

Honestly, Terry was surprised at how quickly their channel was taking off. His competition was made up of young, sexy women willing to do anything online. He was a father of two adult children! He had thought he would be laughed off the site!

But the response had been the opposite. Men seemed to get off on him playing the part, acting like a horny slut, taking their orders. He didn’t understand the psychology behind it, but he didn’t care. It was making money, and that’s what Tabby had told him to do, so he was okay with it, despite it being utterly humiliating and degrading.

“I had a long, hot shower earlier,” Terry said, following the script his daughter had given him to memorize for when the chat got slow, “because I was feeling so dirty. I love it when the water flows over my body, gets me all wet, let’s me touch myself all over. I just wish I didn’t have to shower all by my lonesome.”

A notification popped onto the screen.

“Yes I am feeling so hot, baby,” Terry stood up and backed away from the camera to get his whole body in the shot. Then he untied the housecoat and let it slip from his shoulders to the floor, revealing the red lingerie he had on beneath. Then he began to sway, “and thank-you for the tip, RunningMan99. You don’t mind if I put on some music and dance for a minute, do you?”

He picked up an iPhone in a pink sparkly case Tabby had bought for a prop, selected a slow song, then began to move to the music. Tabby had **** him to stay home an entire day from work so that he could learn how to passably dance for his viewers. He was no expert, yet, would win no competitions, but his fans seemed to like it. As the song came to an end, he noticed two more tips had arrived.

“I want to introduce you to a couple friends of mine,” he said, sitting back down, “but they’re, like, a little sad today so I’m going to have to cheer them up. Would you like to meet them?”

A flood of affirmative messages hit the chat, so Terry reached below the table and brought up the two dildos he had brought into the room with him.

“This is Rocky,” he held up the purple dildo, “and this is Tim,” he said, holding up the pink one, while glancing at his son, standing off camera. Why had he done that? He could have picked any name! Why did he have to make it weird?!

There was no time for second guessing his motives or actions. Terry had a show to do, and the show must go on. He slowly ran his eyes up and down the dildos. Their colours were garish, but they had been crafted to look as much like an erect penis as they could. Much bigger than Terry’s own penis, of course, but both were accurate representations of how a cock should look, despite their colour.

“Poor Rocky is having such a bad day,” he pursed his lips, “and poor Tim is having girl troubles. What do you guys think I should do to cheer them up?”

A myriad of messages blasted into the screen. Most were extremely perverted. It was difficult to not obey every single one, but Tabby, thank God, was holding up a sign behind the camera giving him an order.

DO NOT DO ANYTHING THEY ASK UNLESS THEY PAY!!!

She had come up with the idea after their first livestream where one guy kept giving more and more grotesque things for Terry to do, and he had been powerless to resist. Terry found himself licking his carpet, shoving the panties he had been wearing in his mouth, and having sex with a teddy bear on the bed before Tabby intervened. While it had been horrific, it was probably one of the reasons his viewership took off the way it did. Word got out. He would do anything.

A notification popped up.

“Of course I’ll kiss them better, GamgeeGardener!” He said, “and thanks for the tip!”

Terry held the purple dildo up to his lips, then kissed the tip of it, then again, then again. Each kiss lasted longer, each time he began to pant as if kissing it was extremely pleasurable. Then he brought up the pink dildo the one he had so uncomfortably named after his son, and kissed it starting at the base, and slowly working his way to the tip, lingering on the cock head.

“That was so hot,” he said, rubbing the dildos against his cheeks when he was done, “I just wish they were real. Do you have big cocks that like to be kissed?”

Another notification.

“I’m not sure I could fit both in my little mouth at the same time,” Terry said in an innocent voice, “would I be naughty if I tried? Thanks for the suggestion and the tip, APKilla!”

He was playing dumb, but it was all part of the show. Terry had been practicing with the dildos for days. He knew his limitations, and sucking both at once was not one of them. He slipped them both between his painted lips and moaned. Then he pushed a little further, eyes locked on the camera. Further, further, until both were deep in his mouth, as far as he could push them without gagging. Then he slid them out, then in, then out, then in. In and out, over and over, as if he were a slut in a porno (which he kind of was), blowing two men at once.

With a pop he released the two dildos from his mouth.

“I think it’s working. I think they’re starting to cheer up! What else should we do?”

Tips and suggestions kept flowing. Talking dirty, rubbing them against his own cock, pretending to give them a tit job in his wife’s bra, even slapping himself in the face with them. The finale came when someone finally tipped high enough for Terry to suck on the pink dildo (Tim), get it nice and wet, then bend over the bed and slip it into his asshole. He moaned, he mewled, he even screamed the name of the dildo, pretending that it was an extremely pleasurable experience. Yes, there was plenty of pleasure involved, but it was all derived from being obedient, not from having a dildo up his ass.

When Tabby finally ended the stream, they’d made a hundred and five dollars! Not bad for thirty-five minutes of work! A sense of pride filled his heart as he knew he was helping both of his kids out. He had never had a great relationship with his children. How could he? Being as submissive as he was, if was difficult to form any relationship without the power dynamic getting in the way. But finally he had found a way to be a good provider, to enter into their world and have a positive impact. Finally Terry had found a way to be a good dad.