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He wasn't proud of it, but Valarr had a secret hobby he couldn't share with anyone else.
It all started when Valarr stumbled across an illicit website a year ago after clicking a link his business associate sent him; it led him to a website called Do You Wanna?.
The web was inconspicuous, with black and purple lettering. Valarr thought it was an advert website where he could hire a professional to do some menial work.
Oh, boy, how wrong he was.
It was a website to see a tween getting fucked, either by a dildo or a grown man. Valarr realised it was too late after he signed up.
He was about to close the website, had it not been for a pop-up about a streamer who would go live at midnight. Curious, he clicked it, and the profile page showed a profile for a boy named RION.
This Rion didn't use a provocative profile picture like anyone else on the site; instead, he used a dragon plushie. He joined about a year ago, made fifty-two videos and had a staggering forty thousand followers.
That should have been it. Valarr should have been the responsible adult and never set his sights upon the website again. He was married, and it was unbecoming of his family name to do this.
And so he had forgotten about the website, especially after his business associate said he had been hacked and apologised profusely.
A moon had passed without anything happening. His wife was out of town visiting her family when his phone buzzed with a Do You Wanna? notification.
Rion was about to have a live in ten minutes.
Valarr would descend to hell because he went to his room, locked the door, reopened the website, and waited.
Rion had gained another thousand followers since, and when the countdown finally stopped, Valarr was preparing himself to click on the video—
—a warning popped up that he had to be a paid member to watch all of Rion's videos and live.
"Seven hells," he cursed, almost changing his mind, but decided against it. He went to Rion's profile and clicked on JOIN THE MEMBERSHIP, input the credit card he rarely used and waited with bated breath as the screen loaded.
Welcome! Please enter your nickname as a new patron was shown after he clicked the video. Valarr put down Young Prince, a moniker he gained in high school.
A second passed before he entered Rion's live stream.
Rion, as it turned out, was a very attractive boy; silver-gold hair and amethyst eyes, lithe body and cheeky grin. He was naked, too.
"Was he from Lys?" Valarr found himself asking. That shade of hair was rare in Westeros, though Rion could have dyed his hair like that; his eyes were hard to miss.
"Ah! Welcome to new patrons! Staggier Bulk, Apple Tree, and Young Prince!" Rion's voice rang from the monitor; it was still quite childish. "As I was saying before, you can help me choose my toys for tonight by clicking the pools on the left side of your screen."
Rion then brought out three dildos; one green, one purple, and one tan. "For the new patrons, these beauts were my new collection—the green was a gift from Laughing Storm, thank you so much, babe, can't wait to host you here again!"
Rion then explained all their functions, and most of the chats chose the green ones because it had a crampie option—whatever that meant. Sex toys today were vastly different from what Valarr knew from his year.
"Okay, more than half of you chose the green one—say, I might call it Storm because you know, Laughing Storm customise this to resemble his cock; well, only one way to find out." Rion then stood up and walked to the bed behind him. Valarr then realised Rion had something in his cunt.
A small ding was heard, and someone named Laughing Storm donated two thousand dragons and wrote, "Suck it and play with your pussy, sweet thing."
Rion chuckled after reading the message. "I know you would like that one, you perv."
Rion angled himself as he took the dildo up his throat and bobbed it down until nothing was left, while his hand mercilessly fucking his cunt with a vibrator.
The green dildo was no mean small, but Rion took it with so much ease that Valarr genuinely started to wonder whether Rion was professional or just talented. Rion's pale throat was bulging as the dildo forcefully made itself comfortable.
As the scene progressed and the donations kept pouring in, Rion had his back against the wall, and the camera was positioned near his open legs. One of the patrons donated a thousand dragons for Aerion playing with his nipple as he fucking himself with the dildo.
Needless to say, watching the video brought Valarr to the new world and jerking off while watching Rion fucked himself silly with a dildo was one of the best orgasms he had in a long time.
For the rest of the night, Valarr watched older videos of Rion, scrolling all the way back to the very first; there, Rion looked much younger. He wore a childish shirt and sweatpants, sitting on an unmade bed that seemed to be his personal room.
Early videos of Rion were clearly a poor attempt at porn, something that clearly Rion himself was not comfortable with doing. The cracked walls, thin blankets, and clothes stuffed under the bed were all Valarr needed to know about Rion's financial situation.
Rion was a proud boy, Valarr gathered. He never addressed the sad situation he was in or even garnered sympathy using sad stories. Rion knew he was a comely boy, and he used that to his advantage.
Ten videos in, and Rion seemed to be doing well with donations from his patrons; the cracked walls were plastered with cement, and the old blanket he had had for quite a while changed to a new one.
Then, it was a featured video.
For the first time, Rion brought someone to play with. The video title was getting raunchier, though. DICKED DOWN BY MY BROTHER FOR THE FIRST TIME, Valarr almost cringed. Rion must have known incest fantasy was a big market, and people started to join his channel.
The other man himself was not addressed by name, only called sweet brother by Rion, and he wore a burglar's mask. The sex was weirdly intimate, so he concluded the man must be someone Rion knew, mayhaps his friend.
Then Rion moved from his bedroom to a new studio, and featured videos became more frequent, with many of them featuring loyal patrons; Laughing Storm, Don of Dusk, Hall of Crake, to say a few. The only similarity between them was that they all wore a mask, and they were more than eager to fuck into Rion's tight cunt.
By the time Valarr watched every available video, he had set a notification for an update regarding Rion; the new videos, the new live stream, and a PO box where his patrons could send him something.
Valarr bought a dragon dildo because he noticed Rion had trinkets of dragons in his studio, and sent it to Rion's PO box, and watched as he rode the dildo with delight in the next stream. Never has he had his cock that hard, and Valarr cummed with Rion's name in his mouth.
"Uncle Maekar?"
It was a family weekly dinner in the Keep, and his father announced something that Valarr could scarcely believe.
"Yes," father drank his wine. "We met by coincidence when I had some business in Pentos. You remember him, don't you?"
"Couldn't say I remember much," Valarr commented. He only remembered that his father's youngest brother ran away from home to elope with a woman twenty years his senior when he was six and ten, and that he was disinherited from his grandparents' will. Valarr was two at that time.
"Well, that damned woman died and left my brother with three children," father murmured. Kiera chatted with Mother about something, and Matarys was busy on his phone. "I was planning to bring him to Keep once more; he worked as a security guard in Pentos, could you believe that? My brother worked a menial task just for petty money."
It wasn't that much of a secret that father hated the woman, though no one dared to point it out. Now, no one could oppose his decision to bring his brother again, especially after his grandmother and grandfather's deaths.
"That sounds wonderful," Mother said, taking father's hand into hers. "I'm sure Maekar would be happy to finally be with his family once more."
Father smiled and kissed mother's cheeks, feeling happy that his wife understood his wish.
Later that night, when Kiera snuggled close to him, she voiced her concern. "Father said uncle's youngest was just turned six, do you think uncle would let me help raise him?"
That meant they had to move back to the estate. Valarr kissed her head. "Let me ask once he was here, okay?"
His mood was soured because Rion announced there wouldn't be a live stream for two weeks due to a family business, but he will upload a new video that will shock everyone—Rion was never one to say that lightly, and so far, every video that he said would shock everyone really did just that.
The notification for the new video dropped in the middle of the day, when he had to pick up Kiera's skincare products from his own home, just before uncle Maekar arrived.
FINALLY GETTING RAILED BY MY DAD. HE COULDN'T RESIST MY SWEET PUSSY.
Rion should have fired his editor, because why couldn't they choose another title—something less raunchy and cringy would be better. Still, he parked his car and ran to his office.
There, he quickly opened his computer, logged into the site and clicked on the video as he took out the fleshlight and lube from the drawer. It was something Rion sold on the site; he said the fleshlight was made to resemble his cunt as close as possible. Valarr bought three.
As the screen loaded, Valarr took off his pants, and his cock was half hard. Then the screen finally showed the studio Valarr had become familiar with over the last year.
But unlike any other videos before, where Rion greeted his patrons, the screen loaded to a scene of another man wearing a sky mask with Rion on his side.
The man didn't say anything, but his fingers skillfully went to Rion's cunt and played with his clit, and Rion moaned onto the man's neck, chanting Papa, please over and over again.
Licking his lips, Valarr poured a sizeable amount of lube into the fleshlight, and worked his fingers inside, feeling the little bump inside the toy and desperately wishing it was Rion's cunt instead.
Valarr donated quite a sum each stream, hoping someday Rion would invite him to do a featured video. So far, Rion has always noticed him first in his stream—well, he better be because Valarr spent almost two hundred thousand dragons each stream every week.
He wasn't complaining, though, because Rion personally upgraded him to VIP status, and he received a personal video call where Rion basically gave him a half-hour performance where Valarr could request anything he wanted. He covered the cam, of course, and didn't utter a single word.
"Papa, please kiss me," Rion pleaded. Damned the new mic Rion got last week, Valarr could hear his breathy moan. He fingered the fleshlight harder. "Please, Papa,"
The man grunted as Rion lifted up his sky mask, just enough for Valarr to see the silver beard on his jaw. He must be very old—basically a grandpa, Valarr concluded, feeling his cock getting harder. The man didn't return Rion's kiss, even when the boy licked the man's lips like a dog, kept focusing on the boy's cunt, pinching the clit rather harshly until Rion spasmed on his lap.
"Papa, pleaseee," Rion whined. "Breed me, Papa, please,"
The man was not amused, even after Rion said filthy things in his ear. How Valarr wished it were him—he was younger, more fit, and his cock was bigger than that man, and he was sure as hell didn't mind Rion call him Daddy.
The man then lifted Rion and positioned the boy towards the camera, and Valarr could see the man guiding his cock to slip into Rion's tiny cunt before slamming his body mercilessly.
Rion screamed as the man used his body like a toy. A bulge in his stomach was a sight to behold, and Valarr finally closed his eyes and fucked into the fleshlight hard.
Rion was never shy away with his moan, something that Valarr admired and was in awe of, though he had to be extra careful when he watched any videos of Rion's, so much so that he had to soundproof his office so no one could hear, especially when Kiera was home.
Valarr could already imagine Rion's body in his head; three beauty marks that resembled stars on his left inner thigh, his smooth cunt, his taut stomach, and his plump lips.
Fuck, Valarr pumped the fleshlight hard. Had Rion in front of him, Valarr would worship him like one would do a god; kissing his feet, counting his teeth with tongue, and inhaling every breath from the boy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Rion yowled, and Valarr opened his eyes just in time to see the boy squirted all over the man's finger who was relentlessly playing with his clit. His squirt even reached the camera, drenching it, and Valarr leaned over to lick the monitor.
His cock twitched as he cummed inside the fleshlight, feeling blissfully satisfied. He then let the fleshlight fall to the ground and tried to even his breath.
Rion was too fucked to respond, eyes hazy with delight. The man was not quite satisfied, however, even as his cummed trickled down Rion's cunt and pooled on the sheet below. The man then took his cock into Rion's pliant mouth, face fucking him even when Rion couldn't do anything but accept it.
Five minutes passed before the man bottomed up in Rion's mouth, balls twitched as he emptied his load down to the boy's stomach.
Then the video ended.
Father picked up uncle Maekar and his children from the airport, while the rest of them had to make sure everything ran smoothly at home while they waited.
They had servants to do anything, but his mother had to cook the food herself because his father recalled that uncle Maekar loved mother's signature dish, beef brisket and cranberry pie.
"Hide your valuables," Matarys whispered when Valarr checked the silverware for the nth time. "Who knew what would go missing around here."
"Matarys," he admonished his brother. "They were family."
"I'm just looking out for us, brother," Matarys huffed and ate the candied nuts from the glass jar. "An uncle we had never seen before, who worked hard as a security guard doesn't seem like he was doing well. Not to mention his child—"
"Stop it, you!" Mother smacked Matarys' back. "I don't want to hear anything again, okay? You know how your father would react."
His brother pouted.
It took another thirty minutes for father to arrive. Valarr could hear his voice echoing from the porch, and he jogged to open the door. "Father, uncle,"
Uncle Maekar was a grumpy man, and he had silver hair in the same shade as Valarr's streaks. "Boy,"
Father chuckled. "Come, meet your cousins, son—though it was a shame Aemon couldn't join us."
"Let him focus on his study," Uncle Maekar grumbled as he moved to the side. A boy with sandy blond hair, maybe four years younger than Matarys, came into his view. "This one's Daeron."
Then, uncle moved again, and Valarr saw someone he had known so well for the last year; silver-gold hair with bright amethyst and plump, pouty lips. "This is my second son, Aerion."
Rion—Aerion, inclined his head and smiled sweetly at him. "Well met, cousin."
Well, Valarr was damned.