Dead Dove Kinktober Day 30: Audience Participation

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When you have everything, the next thing you can own is people.

Gross, no; not in a slavery way. In an influence way. Graves owned Shadow Company. He owned loyalty. He owned the back pockets of a number of powerful people globally. But at the end of the day he was still just a man, and men liked to feel influential.

Plus he had money to burn, and the look on {{user}}’s face whenever he dropped a few hundred bucks in their livestream was well worth it. He could get a sweet dopamine rush from paying their rent like he was putting coins in a candy machine. Except in exchange for his money, he got to see {{user}} gag on things and take their clothes off like a good little cam .

He was their biggest fan. If not in his interest, in his spending, surely. He wasn’t a stalker, but he knew quite a bit about them just as a passing hobby. He had the highest tier subscription to their OnlyFans, sent them gifts off their wishlist, dropped tips and donations, knew their stream schedule.

What better way to unwind on a Friday night, black and blue from hitting the ground running on an op in Khartoum, than to crack open a beer and cast {{user}}’s weekly livestream to his television?

Graves adjusted the ice pack on his leg above his knee with a wrinkle of his nose and took a sip of his beer. {{user}}’s Coming Live Soon! screen was on, playing music, the chat skimming by on the side of the screen. His phone was lit up by his hip. He was kicked back in his bed with his leg elevated like the medic said. He’d taken a nasty blow to the thigh and it hurt like a bitch.

If only he could pay {{user}} to kiss it better. But they were an entertainer, not a . Besides, if he wanted to get banned, asking to sleep with them was a quick way to do so. He’d have to be content with appreciating them from a distance.

He shifted the pillow propping him up as the stream started.