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- GAME OVER -
Guest stared at the death screen in disbelief, two hours of hard work down the drain because of a stupid mini-boss. What kind of game doesn’t have save points? Yeah no, if he played this game for any longer his monitor would have a giant ass hole through it.
“Yeah, I give up, anyone got any other game suggestions?”
He watched as the chat flooded with suggestions of games, some he’d already played or just out right sounded dumb. What the hell was Forsaken? There was one that caught his eye though, one that technically wasn’t a game at all. Someone with the name ‘IHeart1337’ had sent a link to a game they apparently made, alright sure, he could support his fans’ artistic liberty.
Clicking the link, the game he was previously playing got replayed by the viewer sent one. It looked pretty easy, a two room area with a keypad next to the door which required a 4-digit code, simple puzzle game. Guest looked around the small space, searching for any numbers to intel what the code was. Meanwhile, chat wasn’t much help, as per usual. After about ten minutes of aimlessly walking around clicking on just about anything interactable, he finally found the correct sequence to the keypad and had finished the game.
“Well, that was nice and easy, but I think I’m gonna call it a night. G’night, everybody.”
With that, he cut the stream off. Another day of recording himself play video games for a living, what a job. Maybe he and Daisy could go on a date sometime, he’d have to find a sitter for Charlotte though. Well, he can ask when she gets off work.
BUZZ
Oh, someone texted him, it was probably Daisy saying she’s staying later for work again. He took his phone out to look at the number, seeing it was unknown. Most likely just spam, best to block it. But looking at the text, it wasn’t just the average ‘Buy this thing’ advertisement, it was a picture. A picture of his fucking house.
Sure, it was a screenshot of his house on Schmoogle Maps, but the fact they had his address was enough to scare the shit out of him. How did this happen? Did a game he played show his I.P. or something? Surely he would’ve found out sooner if so, the internet can’t keep anything to themselves! What could he have possibly done or played that would’ve revealed his location-
The game the viewer sent. Fuck, he should’ve been more careful, of course someone would do something like this. Sure they were his fans but they were still strangers with unknown intentions at the end of the day.
‘Who the hell is this?’
‘no one you have to worry about :)’
‘You have my ADDRESS’
‘So?’
‘So, I’m calling the cops’
‘Do that and your getting leaked’
‘you’re*’
‘What do you want?’
‘You. ;)’
‘You’re a creep.’
‘Only 4 u bby <3’
Yeah, he’s had enough of this, he was blocking this guy. If he couldn’t get the cops involved, he wasn’t going to give this person the satisfaction of freely having his phone number. He quickly blocked them and tossed his phone on the desk, slumping into his gamer chair. Guest threw his head back while he slid his hands over his face, how could this day get any worse?
BUZZ
Ah, that’s how.
That couldn’t be the person, right? He just blocked them, did he misclick? No, he saw the block message, he just blocked them. Maybe it was someone else, maybe it was Daisy or it really was just spam. Gods, he really hoped it was just spam. Reluctantly, he picked back up his phone, unlocking it to his messages app. Seeing it was from a different number he felt slight relief, maybe it was just a bot.
‘you can’t get rid of me that easily >:)’
‘Don’t do it again tho, or else’
That bastard really made a new number that quick? And what the hell was he on about, ‘or else’? He already threatened to expose his address, what more could he do? As much as Guest didn’t want to entertain this creep by talking to them more, he wanted answers.
‘What do you want from me?’
‘Thought i answered that earlier’
‘That wasn’t an answer..’
‘Well i thought it was😒’
‘Please just leave me alone’
‘DAMN got ur fine ass to plead? i must be dreamin’
‘Can you just fuck off?’
‘Oh, I can fuck smt’
‘What’s your deal?’
‘U are’
‘I’m blocking you again’
‘You don’t wanna do that’
‘And why not?’
‘Because you wouldn’t want anything happening to your daughter’
With that, Guest froze. How did they know about his daughter? He didn’t really talk about his family on stream and the last time Daisy even talked about her online was when she was still pregnant, which was years ago.
‘How do you know that’
‘Ik a lot of stuff ;)’
‘Leave my family out of this.’
‘or what??’
‘Look, do whatever you want but keep them out of this. please’
‘Ehh, idk if i’m convinced’
‘FINE what do you want me to do’
‘Tit pic’
‘what?’
‘I want.’
‘A picture.’
‘Of.’
‘Your.’
‘BOOBS.’
‘Flash them titties bitch’
Guest stared at his phone in disbelief. Did this person really want a picture of.. His chest? And the way they said it was so.. crude.. What a pervert, asking a complete stranger for their bare body. But, at the same time, would it get this guy to finally leave him alone? It was just his chest after all, it wasn’t like he was sending nudes to them. Maybe if he just showed them a quick picture of his breasts they’d fuck off.
With that, Guest slowly raised up his tank top, letting his tits bounce out. Just one pic, then this’ll be over. He turned on the camera on his phone and turned it to selfie mode, moving it so it only showed his torso. He closed his eyes as he snapped the photo, quickly sending it then immediately deleting the photo afterwards.
‘I sent it.’
‘Happy?’
‘Holy shit’
‘im hard asf rn’
‘Imma jerk it to this later’
That’s just about what he expected for an answer. Nothing less with a guy who acts like that. Guest couldn’t do tonight anymore, shutting off his cell and getting ready for bed. As soon as Guest was about to close his eyes, his phone buzzed one more time. He forced himself to open his phone and look at the message, his face lighting up in the dark room.
‘Gn <3’
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Guest silently looked at the photo that was sent to him. A blue hand covered in.. white stuff. He lay there for what felt like an eternity before finally turning the screen off. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling in pitch darkness, his eyes stinging as tears fled down his face.
“Fuck.”
- - -
It had been two weeks since that little interaction. Guest hadn’t forgotten about it per se, more of trying his best to just ignore what had happened. The stranger hadn’t texted ever since then so he just assumed the guy was leaving him alone after getting what he wanted.
As much as he thought against it, he continued streaming after the event. Nothing weird had happened, the only thing that really changed was him looking at the chat less. However, while streaming one day, someone rang his doorbell. He hadn’t ordered food yet, did Daisy order something?
Pausing the game he was playing, he excused himself from the stream as he left to check the door. Checking the peephole, he didn’t see anyone standing outside the door, so it wasn’t just a girl scout. Cracking open the door slightly, he peered through the doorway and looked down at his doormat. To his surprise, it was a bouquet of blue roses with a letter attached. He set the flowers on the table in the living room and read the note.
‘To my dearly beloved. <3’
Aw, Daisy was so sweet, she didn’t have to get him flowers. He’d have to do something for her later, but right now, he had to continue streaming. Once he got back to his desk, he just said a package came and left it at that. After about 45 minutes he made the grave mistake of looking at the chat. Even though it was a quick glance, he saw a name he immediately recognised.
IHeart1337: Did you like the gift? :)
What the hell. Yeah, they knew his address but he didn’t expect them to send him stuff. What else would they try to send him? Bombs? Murder weapons? Body parts? Call him overdramatic, but this guy clearly wasn’t sane. Who knew what depraved shit could come in the mail.
“Sorry guys, I just remembered I have a doctor’s appointment I need to go to later, sorry to cut the stream short..”
Guest fumbled with the first excuse that came to mind, trying to find any reason to get off live. He let out a shaky breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, hands trembling as he really thought over the situation. A complete random stranger that has some sort of attraction towards him knows where he lives and can do anything they want with their address.
BUZZ
Great, what now. With irritation, Guest opened his phone and opened the messenger app.
‘Tell the truth’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’
‘I know you don’t have a doctor appointment today.’
Guest froze, he could feel his heart racing. Somehow they knew he didn’t have anything scheduled for today. Were they bluffing? Was it a lucky guess?
‘I do, don’t think you know more than me.’
‘No, u didn’t write it on your calendar’
Okay, what the actual fuck. How in the hells did they know that. Yes, Guest wrote events and appointments on his calendar but how did they know?? Were they watching him? For how long? Knowing where someone lived was one thing but actually going to their house was just fucked. How was he getting out of this?
‘How do you know this?’
‘I have lots of free time ;)’
That. Fucking. Sociopath.
- - -
Guest lay there on the couch, the packages hadn’t stopped coming and they started arriving weekly. It was just small gifts, flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals; shit you got your girlfriend on Valentine’s day. He took into account that the packages never came when Daisy or Charlotte were home. At a point, he even got used to it, as much as someone can when they're getting stalked at least
Guest stared at the clock, that’s when he heard the doorbell ring, just on time. He grunted as he pushed himself off of the sofa, shuffling his way to the front door. Guest sighed, looking at the box on his doormat. Normally he’d just throw away the gifts, this one however, had a note attached.
‘Make sure to put this to good use ;)’
As much as he just wanted to trash the thing, curiosity got the better of him as they never came with direct messages. It clearly wasn’t the regular stuff he’d normally receive, saying to put ‘good use’ to something obviously meant it was functional for a while. Sitting back down on the couch, Guest nervously opened the box, fumbling with the cardboard flaps.
Guest stilled to a halt as he read the label on the package. It was a fucking vibrator.
‘Tell me this is a sick joke’
‘Why? do you not like it? :(‘
‘Wanted me to get it in a diff color?’
‘Sry, they didn’t have blu’
‘Why the hell did you get me this??’
‘To use it?’
‘Duhh’
‘I’m not using that’
‘Yes u are’
‘No.’
‘I’m not.’
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Guest dropped his phone when he saw the picture, his entire body freezing up at the sight of it. He could feel bile rising up in his throat, the urge to throw up imminent but not immediate. Guest couldn’t believe what he had just seen.
The stalker sent him a picture of his daughter sleeping through her bedroom window.
They were using his own daughter against him as blackmail, the sicko. If that bastard touched her, Guest would’ve killed them himself.
‘Sooo..’
‘Still unwilling?’
‘I’m going to kill you’
‘You’re so mean :’(’
‘Just tell me what you want already’
‘The original plan was to just have u send me a vid of you using it’
‘but I don’t like the attitude you’ve been giving me’
‘So what now?’
‘Put it in’
‘then’
‘Go stream :)’
‘Are you fucking crazy??’
‘Chill out, no one will know’
‘Then how will *you* know?’
‘I have my ways ;)’
There was absolutely zero reasoning with them and if he denied them it could end with people getting hurt. As much as he thought against it, the best option was to just listen to whatever that guy says. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had something up his ass, him and Daisy have tried different things out before.
He despised the idea of doing something like that, he got flustered at doing PDA with his wife, let alone having a sex toy in him while streaming to hundreds of people like some sort of exhibitionist. How could somebody use someone else for their own, depraved amusement? But in the end, he had no control over the situation. He was being extorted by a man he knew nothing about.
So, with reluctance, he took the vibrator out of its packaging. Guest studied the pleasure toy like it was going to bite him, genuinely not wanting it anywhere near him. He noticed that it didn’t have any level settings, just an on and off button.
With more hesitance than he would’ve liked, Guest tugged down his sweats and got on his knees. He knew he probably should open himself up first but he just wanted to get it over with. Since he couldn’t see what he was doing, he just rubbed the toy against his ass until it caught onto his hole, biting his lip to stifle any undesired noises that may have escaped his mouth. Guest pushed the vibrator into his rectum, he grunted as he felt the smooth texture force itself into him.
Guest could feel the burn of his asshole stretching out from around the toy, writhing at the uncomfortable pain of slotting the stick into himself. He gripped onto the couch cushion, nails digging into the fabric, hard enough for it to tear.
Guest whimpered as he fully sheathed the device into himself, the unfortunate factor of it was that it was made to directly press into the owner's g-spot. He shivered anytime it grazed against the sensitive bundle of nerves, it wasn’t even on yet and he already felt overstimulated. Guest shuddered at the realization that he had to sit on this for who knows how long.
Grazing over the ‘on’ switch, Guest reluctantly pushed the button to turn it on. He coughed out a moan as the vibrator stimulated his prostate. It’s only been on for a second and Guest can already feel heat coiling in his pelvis. He lazily pulled his pants back up, struggling to even stand with his legs wobbling with every step.
Guest eventually made his way to his gaming desk and plopped himself onto his chair, momentarily forgetting about the toy in his ass and yelping at the sudden shock. He could barely breathe regularly with the amount of traction being drawn towards his hole. Guest genuinely didn’t know how he was supposed to make it through a stream like this, he wasn’t able to concentrate on anything let alone be able to play video games. He squirmed uncomfortably on the chair, however it only served to arouse his insides more.
As much as he despised this, he had to do it, for his daughter. She was at school right now and he couldn’t protect at the moment, that creep could basically do anything they wanted to her without his surveillance. His family wasn’t safe with that guy around and they were none the wiser to it, blissfully unaware and continuing their daily lives while Guest was nervous to open the front door. No matter how much it pained him to have to listen and abide by whatever he was told, it was for the greater good.
With that, Guest turned on his monitor and booted up stream. He sat there as the vibrator stirred up his insides, constantly reminding him of the lack of control he had in his life. Guest gripped onto the desk in front of him, knuckles turning whiter than they already were in a need to stabilize himself. The vibrations in his ass dulled but was still potent, reminding him it was still there but not overall making that big of a fuss.
He watched as people flooded in, the viewer count leaving the tens to the hundreds. The more the crowd flowed in, the more nervous Guest got; to him, it was just more people to see his humiliation if things went south. He couldn’t hide the blush that crept up his face, tainting his cheeks with a light pink.
He just hoped the microphone didn’t pick up the buzzing.
- - -
About an hour into stream, or was it two, Guest couldn’t tell anymore. The discomfort from the vibrator had numbed a bit, he could only really feel it if he thought about it. The stream had been going good so far, no one had pointed out his flushed face or the way he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Though, no matter how he sat or how hard he ignored the vibrating, he could still feel the toy pressing into his prostate.
Guest couldn’t hold back a gasp as he felt the device’s buzzing get drastically stronger. He attempted to shuffle in his seat to rebalance himself but it just made things worse, the mechanism's hook now directly hugging his already stimulated nerves. Any time Guest tried to change his position, it just shoved the toy onto his prostate harder.
Guest could barely even see straight as his g-spot was abused by silicone, every graze sending shocks up his spine. He hunched over in his chair and clasped a hand over his mouth, afraid of letting out any noises and compromising his position. What he couldn’t prevent, though, was the tent beginning to form in his pants.
As much as he hated the feeling of heat stirring in his guts, Guest was still just human, and he couldn’t hold himself back for long. He planted himself into his seat, trying his hardest to just suffer through the feelings of pleasure. Unfortunately, all that did was push the thing closer to his prostate. Guest let out a muffled cry from behind his palm, seeing stars in his vision. The tent that was still hiked up suddenly gained a leak, pre-cum dampening the spot most aroused in his pants.
Something impulsive inside him told him to touch it, and so he did– and oh boy, was that a bad idea. The hand that once covered his mouth slammed down onto the table, far too in shock to realize the perverted noise that had escaped his throat. Yeah sure, it had been a couple months since he last had sex with his wife but he didn’t expect himself to be that sensitive. Was it because of the vibrator?
Unfortunately for him, people were just animals, and animals acted on instinct. So no matter how much he knew he hated it, he could feel himself grinding against the sex toy, searching for anything to further his release. He was gonna start palming himself before he realized where he was and what he was currently doing; he was on display to hundreds of people with a raging boner in his pants right now. Guest was going to find some excuse to leave early before being overwhelmed by an onslaught of sensations, completely freezing as a climax was ripped through him.
Guest didn’t even feel the buildup, just the overbearing feelings of pleasure as he absent mindedly continued to hump the vibrator and rode out his orgasm. Little gasps and pants escaped his lips, eyes rolling upwards to meet his eyelids and brows furrowing. His voice was shaky and he couldn’t focus on anything around him, saliva pooling inside his mouth before he forced himself to swallow. His head collapsed onto the desk as he caught his breath, the cold surface cooling down his flushed skin. He had made an absolute mess of his pants, he’d probably never wear them again, that is if he doesn’t just outright burn them.
Once he finally came down from his high, Guest peered up at the all too bright screen in front of him before remembering he was fucking streaming. In sheer panic he just unplugged his monitor, not having time for any bullshit excuse. Yup, that was it, the end of his streaming career; no way he just came in front of people, there was absolutely no coming back from that. Fuck, he had to lie down.
- - -
Guest sat back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and lost in thought. He was startled out of his mindscape by someone lightly patting his cheek; it was Daisy and she seemed concerned with something. He hadn’t even noticed when she got out of the shower, in all honesty, he didn’t even know she got in if it weren’t for the change of clothes.
“You alright? You’ve been kinda out of it lately and I don’t want you to be going through something without telling me..” Guest kind of just stared, he knew he couldn’t be honest lest he want Daisy to be endangered too. “Yeah, just.. been having night terrors as of late, nothing to worry about, just a little trouble sleeping is all. Promise.” He gently smiled at her, trying his best to convince her that there was absolutely nothing wrong. “Well, if you’re in the mood..” She said, untugging her robe and revealing her nude chest. “I’d like to spend some quality time with you.” Guest flustered at his wife’s request, it had been a while since they’d last done it but he didn’t know if he was in the mood for it. Then again, this could be the perfect opportunity to take his mind off things, forget about all the shit that’s been going on and only focus on making love to his wife. “Yeah sure, why the hells not?”
Guest grunted as Daisy crawled on top of him, legs on either side of him. She captured his lips with hers, gently pressing their lips together as they smooched. He ran his fingers through her hair, intertwining his fingers with her locks. She shifted back slightly before pulling down Guest’s pajama pants, just enough to let his flaccid dick slip free. Noticing how soft it was, Daisy lifted it up in her hand, giving it a few strokes before taking it into her mouth.
She wrapped her tongue around the shaft, working up and down until she took the entire thing to the back of her throat. Daisy bobbed her head on his cock, going back and forth as she continued giving him oral. Guest’s cock somehow still remained limp no matter how hard Daisy sucked, to the point where her cheeks hollowed. Seeing how he hadn’t gotten hard yet, she tried licking the gland and fondling his balls, yet to no avail.
After she realized he most likely wasn’t getting erect from a blow job any time soon, she slid off of his dick. “Well– Maybe you just need something more natural.” Daisy tried her best to sound seductive, really doing her hardest just to get Guest even the least bit excited. She lifted up her hips and crawled forward on Guest, reaching back to grab his still-soft cock and lining it up with her vagina which were bare from underwear. Daisy slowly slid down onto his shaft, finding it incredibly easy with how flimsy it was. Guest only grunted as his dick was surrounded by a warm heat, loose from apparent preparation during the shower. It still remained flaccid inside her, small and soft even while penetrating his wife.
“I guess tonight isn’t exactly the night, huh?” Daisy joked, attempting to lighten the deeply awkward tension that surrounded them. Because of the fact Guest clearly wasn’t going to get hard at all that night, Daisy got off his cock and wrapped her bath robe back up. They kind of just stared at each other before she went over to her side of the bed and switched her light off, plummeting the room in darkness.
Guest heard Daisy shuffle under the covers and lie down, her breathing evening out soon after as she presumably clocked out for the night. He gazed at the shape of her sleeping form then looked straight into the dark of their room, just barely illuminated by the moonlight behind the curtain. He pressed his knees to his chest, staring blankly as tears pricked at the edge of his eyes. He glanced at the edge of his bed, thinking about the vibrator that had been put into a shoe box and shoved under the bed. The one that had been shoved up his ass only hours prior. The one that made him have an amazing orgasm. The one his stalker gave him.
He felt tears pour down his cheeks as he tugged the blanket over himself, lying his head down onto his pillow. Guest lied on his side and stared at the wall, wrapping his arms around himself and letting out racked sobs. He let out shaky breaths as he full on cried, tears spilling down his face and onto his pillow, sniffling as a lame resort to not get any more shit on his face. He hugged himself tighter, hiccuping as he squeezed his eyes shut.
He didn’t give a shit if he fell asleep or not, he just wanted all this stuff to be over.
All the stalking.
The blackmailing.
He just wanted it -
To be over.
He was too out of it to hear the bushes outside his window rustle or see the silhouette walk past.
- - -
Guest stood in his kitchen just drinking water, he didn’t really know what to do. He couldn’t bring himself to stream or really be on the internet ever since his little.. Incident. He really hoped no one realized what had happened and just assumed he got sick or something. His greatest fear was that everyone knew what happened and a video of him orgasming on live was spreading like wildfire.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Well, that was his greatest fear. It wasn’t the usual time the packages came but there literally couldn't be anyone else knocking on his door. He groaned, pushing off the counter and trekked over to the front door. He opened it and– nothing..? What the fuck, that was weird, he did just hear someone knock on his door; right? Okay, fucking ding-dong-ditchers. He was above punching children but considering his current circumstances, he was really contemplating it. He slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it before going back to the kitchen.
Guest shivered as a breeze brushed past him. When did he open a window? Shit, stress must've really been getting to him to start forgetting stuff like that. He picked up his glass and chugged down the water until the cup emptied, then set it down in the sink. He should just go watch television on the couch to clear his mind, hopefully one of those baking shows were on and he could listen to those eighty year old ladies go into detail about making chocolate chip cookies.
He walked into the living room and slumped onto the sofa, yawning as he turned the T.V. on. Guest rubbed his eyes and made himself comfortable, fuck he was so tired, and it was only 2pm. He tried to focus on whatever channel had been playing in the background but holy shit he felt like he was going to pass out any second. Did he accidentally take melatonin? No, you can’t just ‘accidentally’ take a pill. What the fuck was happening?? Okay, he was getting scared now, his body felt incredibly lax for someone who’s been constantly on edge the past two months or so. As soon as his vision started fogging up he knew something was severely wrong.
That’s when he heard the closet door slide open.
He couldn’t move. Not out of fear, but because he physically couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, his entire body felt like jello and it was fucking terrifying. He listened as footsteps drew closer, growing until they stopped just behind the couch. Guest sat there helplessly as a gloved hand ran through his hair, whimpering as it caught on knots and tugged at his scalp.
“Wow, that drug’s really doing a number on ya.” Whoever was talking was definitely not someone he knew, especially considering how young they sounded. He felt sick, like he had to throw up, there was literally nothing he could do; shock and adrenaline weren't enough to outway whatever drug was in his system right now.
The stranger came around from behind the couch, standing in front of him and holding their chin in their hand. “Hm, usually when people meet their idols irl, they say they’re prettier in person, but you look pretty much the same to me. Well, you’re still hot so I don’t give a shit.” They shrugged and cupped their hands under Guest’s armpits, attempting to drag him off the sofa but struggling from his weight.
Guest could barely think, and the thoughts that could come through consisted of, HOLY SHIT I’M GETTING KIDNAPPED, but if it wasn’t obvious those weren’t really helping. He couldn’t process the fact his knees roughly hit the floor or the tears starting to form at the corners of his eyes, the drug made it nearly impossible to register anything that was going on. Guest could hardly see the floorboards moving past him and genuinely couldn’t make out what the kidnapper was saying as he began to lose consciousness.
He tried his hardest to keep his eyes open no matter how heavy his lids felt, to no avail. His eyelids slipped shut and it was far too difficult to try and pry them open, what little sound that still remained turned into a buzzing white noise and he could no longer feel his own limbs, all of his most needed senses were being ripped away from him. Any thoughts he may have had shriveled away as he was left with the dark, loneliness of his own brain.
He was so fucked.