"Summer Job." Bo Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher X FEM! Reader. CAM AU!
Okay so the amazing and fantastic @disastersareajoy sent in an ask for this but my box ate it, boooo, so this was their idea completely, I have been working on this on and off, I wanted it to be just right, and I hope everyone loves it. So people who have been following me for a long time, know that I love my slasher CAM AU, this is specifcally a crossover of this poly!Ghostface CAM AU! fic and these two Bo Sinclair CAM AU! pieces. So without much further ado, another Multi-May entry is here, let's get into it!
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Rating. Explict. Length. 3.8K. Bo Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher X FEM! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. CAM AU! Warnings: Sex Worker Reader. Sex Work Positive Fic. We Love And Support Sex Work And Sex Workers In This House ALWAYS. Established Relationship. Crossover. The Timeline Makes Sense Because I Said So. Camming. Ropes. Restraints. Sex Toys. Overstimulation. Group Sex. Threesome. Foursome. Pain Play. Knife Play. Blood Play. Meanness. Praise. Degradation. Oral Sex. Throat Fucking. Swallowing. Vaginal Sex. Anal Sex. Reader Is Made Air Tight. A-Frame. Edging. Orgasm Denial. Begging. Dacryphila. Meantions Of CNC And Canon Violence. Teasing. Begging. Multiple Orgasms. Forced Orgasms. Squirting. Pet Names. Mocking.
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The sweet and familiar sound of the soft jingling bells rings out from your computer speakers, signalling another tip has been given, the wand vibrator that is currently secured to you by the cotton candy pink rope rig ratchets up another setting in response. The increase of stimulation makes you moan louder, a buck of your hips, the heavy sex toy bobs from the movement, the pleasure is mounting, your orgasm isn’t far off, you know it, and certainly the large viewer pool watching your stream knows it too.
You still play it up anyway, managing to get out between pants as you throw your head back, “Fuh-fuck, I’m so close-”
Next comes your favourite sound, one even better than the earlier one, the sound of multiple tips all being submitted at once, so that musical jingle becomes a mixed jumble, stumbling over it’self, overlapping as it tries to register them all. You had more than made tonight’s goal and were ready for the night to wrap up and finish strong with this one last orgasm, speaking of, you are right there, your body shivers as all the spooled tension releases, and you cry out, “Oh God, I’m cumming-”
The pleasure washes over your sweat slick frame, back arching as your clit throbs against the unrelenting head of the toy, a roll of your hips again, as you ride the wave. The webcam running is picking up every single detail of your body, the jiggle of your tits, the shiny mess on your thighs, and your gorgeous parted lips gasping for breath. When your climax has run its course you let the toy continue to buzz, drawing out some delicious reactions of yourself in the throes of overstimulation, your fans always seem to love that kind of thing. You moan weakly, brows furrowed and form twitching, saying, “Shiiiit, to-too much, ah, stop-”
Another tip comes in, a strong pulse pattern clicking on, and you whine, “Guy’s please, please! We’ve been go-going for sooo looong-”
You lean forward, hand between your legs, you turn off the wand, body sagging in relief as the humming motor is cut off. You breathe a sigh and snatch up a pen and your sticky notes, you write down whoever the last tipper was and said, “Sorry, I’m making a note, and you’ll get a free action next stream, mkay?”
The person in question responds in the chat with extreme enthusiasm and thanks, they assure that is fine by them, thank God. You disconnect the wand from the tip options for the night and remove it from the rig with ease, setting it down on the bed beside you.
You lean back, sitting up on your knees again, stretching your arms above your head, showing off your body wrapped in the gorgeous rope set up you careful wound around yourself earlier. “Now, before we end, I have some exciting news for everyone.”
You watch the chat light up in response, and you begin to inform, “Summer vacation is starting next week, and I have some BIG plans for my time off, but don’t you worry, I won’t leave you hanging.”
A big smile as you say next, “Me and everyone’s favourite boys are going on a road trip for a few weeks, all the stops are planned around collabing with some other big names on this site, so get ready for a real slutty summer.”
You drop the graphic you put the finishing touches on earlier into the chat, the cute summer-y themed calendar that lays out the dates and times for the streams and who you would be doing them with, spanning over nearly the first month of your break from college. To say the chat explodes is an understatement, all sorts of exclamations, and the remainder of the stream is devoted to answering a few questions; yes there will still be a few solo streams, yes you were excited, yes you had met with a few of these people before but haven’t filmed with them, this would be the first time for all of them to see.
The night closes out with a final wave of farewell tips, as you signed off with a smile and a wink, proclaiming you will see everyone soon, you felt amazing. You end the stream, close the window and then fall back onto the bedspread, arms out at your sides, tired but happy, you’d get up and clean yourself up in a minute.
You were two years deep into your camming career by this point, that first stream of Billy and Stu’s you guested in on feels so long ago, you still joined the duo’s cam shows very regularly but had branched out to do your own too, the demand was there, why not capitalize on it? Did you intend on doing it forever? Not really, you were being very smart with your money, but for the time being it was hot, fun, and more than paid for everything in your life. Speaking of Billy and Stu, the pair of them had their own cam show that night and also announced the vacation plans.
Your social media accounts were a buzz in the lead-up to your trip, in all the time you’ve been doing this is the most engagement you’ve gotten by far, the hype was apparently real, many of the comments not just for you, but towards the people you were going to be meeting with.
The semester has ended, vacation has begun, you and the boys were packing the car, ready to get on the road. You post a picture to the Instagram tied with your camming account, in it, you are in sunglasses and a sun dress, able to see Billy and Stu shunting bags into the trunk behind you over your shoulder, the caption being, “Hitting the road!” with a tag to who was first on the list.
You finish posting it as Billy closes the trunk and Stu makes his way over, an arm thrown around your shoulders in such a way it makes your sunglasses slip down your nose, he asks, “You ready for about a month straight of getting every hole you have filled?”
Only then do you realize he is filming a short video to post with his phone in front of you both, you look over the frames, leaning more into Stu’s touch as you declare excitedly, “God yeah, I am dying for it!”
It is then that Billy steps into frame as he says, “If we don’t get on the road sometime today, then your holes will remain woefully empty, so come on.”
Stu and you break down laughing, rushing out a, “See you soon!” Right before he stops recording, and then you are all piling into the car.
The road trip was very fun, many pictures taken, in and on the car in varying states of dress, or in semi-public risky places, always a favourite. As well as teaser videos posted, content filmed in hotels, but between that? Tons of good food, music, conversation and everything else one would want in a road trip centric vacation, and it is just what you needed.
You three are enjoying yourselves immensely, glad for all the time spent without having to worry about classes or usual every day bullshit that simply falls away when on vacation, even if it is for work. Thanks to the meticulous planning on your part, you all remained on schedule and in a few days from your initial departure, you arrived to Ambrose right when you were all meant to. The three of you were much too busy talking to pay much attention to your surroundings, and soon you are in front of the house that was described.
When you get out, the man himself came out to greet you, with that crooked smile and open arms, Bo Sinclair, he was even more attractive up close than he was over the internet if that was possible. You were a pretty big fan, you were intimately familiar with his catalogue and could see why he garnered so much attention, from his accent to his body and the kinks he chooses to indulge in, he was unbelievably likeable.
He speaks first, “You made it! An right on time too.”
“We did! Man, I know you said the house was big-” You trail off looking up at it, “-but wow.”
“Yeah, more than enough space for y’all.” Bo assured. Casual small talk was made as the car was unpacked and everything brought in, the place was clean, you complimented him on this and got the response, “Was no small feat gettin’ it like this in time.”
“I bet a place like this takes a lot of up keep.” Billy said, and that got a laugh as he said, “You have no idea.”
Little did you know, the past few travellers who had been put to serious work to get the house in shape for your visit before they were offed. You think little of his comment or the wink he gave, you just laugh it off and the car in unpacked, you are shown the rooms you are going to stay in, and the first night is fun.
You have dinner, enjoy drinks out on the front porch, another picture is posted that night of you all enjoying the warm evening air, toasting the camera, the caption proclaiming, “T-minus 24 hours, get ready!”
And true to your word, exactly twenty-four hours after that the steam starts up, and the preamble isn’t much to speak of, you’d say it is about ten minutes of a check-in and talk about the road trip down and general banter about how well you, Billy and Stu get along with Bo.
So, important note to make, your boys can be very fucking mean, when you stream with them, it is a major focus, people love seeing them team up to wreck you, the comments claim that the sounds you make are very pretty and as Billy says your tears are even prettier.
A further important note, when Bo has someone on stream with him, he is also, very fucking mean. The first stream you ever watched of his, he had some girl, a total unknown, doing a CNC scene with him, he was exceedingly cruel to her, and it was very hot. He used duct tape to secure her in the position he wanted, he hurt her in a way that looked very real and fucked her brutally as she sobbed. You revisited that stream and watched many other similar ones too, Bo was a professional who took his job very seriously, he was so committed to whatever role play he presents that you get sucked in without fail, completely immersed, you could almost swear it was really real.
All of this meaning, getting the three of them together, you had been mentally preparing yourself to get essentially tortured for cash, you don’t know what they have in store, just it will be mean and unrelenting, and once you start? No stopping. You went to bed before all of them last night and Billy and Stu didn’t come up until you had passed out, you assume they took that time with Bo to plan out fully whatever they were going to subject you to.
Back to the present, you are sat in the middle, dressed in a lingerie set comprised of lace and mesh in your signature shade of pink, and confidently saying, “I can handle whatever you are all going to dish out.”
You regret those words in just over an hour.
With three of them, it is a lot easier to draw out the experience to the nth degree, taking every paid prompt possible and fulfilling it with ease and with their lead, you are being teased and edged into oblivion. It starts with lips on your neck and nipples being tugged and twisted while another has a hand between your thighs, and it makes you squirm and laugh with a smile, light and playful.
Leading to this, a wide plug in your ass and the pretty pink fabric is sweat soaked and plastered to your skin, with Stu between your legs. He has his lips wrapped around your straining clit, sucking harshly, two fingers stuffed into your drooling hole, curling them over and over, until you get close, then? He just pauses. Stu doesn’t take his fingers out, he doesn’t remove his lips, he just stops until the edge backs off, and then he gets right back to it. The begging is near constant from you, as if you were on autopilot.
Billy is reading out suggestions from the chat and throwing in his own very degrading commentary, but where is Bo? He stepped away for a moment, you have no clue where, your brain is sluggish, trying to parse through everything through the haze of pleasure and failing.
“Hey sweetheart, how you holdin’ up?” Your head turns, looking up, and there is Bo, you are panting, in between edges, Stu is being the most still you have ever seen him, and your throat is dry as you force out, “Ba-bad-”
“Oh? Why bad?” He asked as he sits down next to you on the mattress, you say, “Wanna, ahh, cu-cum, so muchhh, puh-lease, please-”
Bo hums, a hand falls to your knee, and he squeezes as he says, “Ah, but ol nasty there Stu won’t let you, right?”
Asshole, as if it is up to Stu, like he is the one thing holding that back, like the three of them haven’t all been taking turns to edge you stupid and reminding you over and over that you aren’t getting off any time soon. You wouldn’t dare say any of that, so you play along, you nod shakily in agreement, and Bo hums in mock sympathy before he says, “Well maybe you jus’ need to be a lil more patient.”
You whine openly, head tipping back, and Billy laughs, “Oh, come on, it’s only been an hour, you can take a lot more than this.”
Stu hums as he starts up again, your thighs tense, and you want to cry, it is a miracle you haven’t yet, as Stu’s assault continues, a wrecked moan tears out of your throat, and it is like Billy can read your mind, he speaks up, “Hey Bo, wanna see if you can do something to make her cry? People are asking for it, and once she starts, it’s hard to stop.”
“Give me a lil time, I think I got just the thing.” Bo assures and that is when he shows you, and the audience, what he stepped away earlier to get, and it is an item you know well. The three of you engaged in a lot of knife play, you’ve seen Bo do the same in streams, so naturally him pulling this out makes sense, you shiver from the sight of the large blade gripped in Bo’s hand.
You are getting close, it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to creep up at this point with how long they have been working you over, you want to ask what Bo is going to do, but your mouth is refusing to cooperate.
“I really like this-” Bo says as a finger hooks under one of the shoulder straps of your lingerie, he snaps the band and says, “-s’ real nice of you to show me your collection and let me pick what ya wore, this one’s my favourite.”
You are trying to focus on his words more than Stu’s devastating mouth and fingers, but it is proving to be a massive challenge. Bo asks, “Know what I’ve always wanted to do with it?”
“Wha-what?” You gasp out, teetering on the edge, and Bo brings the knife down, he uses the tip of the blade to gently trace along your nipple before; he twists his wrist, and he hooks it and then brings it up in one smooth motion, splitting the cup completely open as he says simply, “This.”
At that moment Stu stops again, leaving you dangling on the edge, and you cry out in protest at both actions, at being denied again and Bo ruining your lingerie. You exclaim, “What the fuck, Bo!?”
His hand that isn’t gripping the knife comes to your face, gripping tightly, “I can take whatever y’all dish out, ain’t that what you said earlier?”
Strong fingers squish your cheeks and you half want to spit in his face, instead you nod as much as you are able, leading Bo to say, “Then stop fucking bitchin’.”
Stu laughs around your clit, and you jerk from the feeling, Billy is chiming in that you should “Shut up and stop complaining.”
And God, they are assholes, all of them. Bo lets go of your face. You are made to bite your tongue as Bo cuts the other cup to match, fingers dip in, and he rips both of them wider, the two slits he made frame your hard nipples beautifully, but he doesn’t stop there either. Cuts are made on the hips and the crotch of the outfit had been tugged to the side for all of them to work, and he cuts that free too.
He has extreme control with that knife, so you know that every small cut is purposeful and happens because he wants them to, all those little cuts are toys with, blood is spread, smacks on your outer and inner thighs and on your tits, as the edging continues. Stu’s jaw has gotten tired, he has taken over chat duty, so Bo has brought out a toy, it isn’t even heavy duty, it is a small bullet vibe given to Billy to use. It is embarrassing how such a tiny toy is able to devastate you in your hyper sensitive state.
The edges are coming very quickly, you are practically babbling, trying to beg for relief, the fifth edge with the bullet vibe has the tears welling up, Bo has been watching your face intently, he speaks up, “Oh there you go, c’mon, everyone wants to see it, be a good girl an’ cry already.”
Billy and Stu join in too, encouraging you to cry, Billy presses the vibe tighter onto your straining clit as he says, “Yeah c’mon little cry baby-” and Stu is chanting, “Cry, cry, cry, cry-”
You are right there and unable to hide it your moans and the shuddering of your overly tense body tattles on it, so Billy stops before you can cum again, lifting the buzzing toy from your writhing body. That next edge is so hard, so close and Bo talking to you in your ear in that deliciously low tone makes you shudder, and the dam breaks, tears spill down your cheeks, you sob. “There we go, tha’s what we’ve been waiting for!”
Turns out they decided that no matter how hard you begged or how long it took, they wouldn’t let you cum until two things happened, one, you cried and two, you would cum only when all your holes were filled. So since the first goal was reached, now they are going to get to satisfy themselves and as soon as your holes are filled up you are free to cum as much as you want.
You are rambling out thank yous on and on as the remaining clothing is stripped, and you are repositioned onto your hands and knees, Bo’s dick is being shoved into your mouth to shut you up. His head tips back with an amble moan, “Ever since I first saw you taking turns choking on these two-” a vague gesture to Billy and Stu who are gearing up to fuck your other two holes, “-I was dyin’ to get in here myself.”
Stu slides home in your cunt with a pleasured sound of his own and Billy removes the plug, making you moan against Bo’s shaft, extra lube is applied, and soon you are taking him in your ass.
Now trying to work out a good pace is difficult, but manageable, you have never felt so full, being made to choke on dick while getting your lower two holes totally demolished in a phenomenal way.
You are very familiar with the phrase be careful what you wish for, those words were nowhere in your brain today, because if they had been, you might have rethought how much you were begging earlier.
The first orgasm you experience, is Godly, the pleasure is blinding, and it is all you can do to not collapse at the first wave crashing into you, it also arrives with some of that wonderful degrading praise delivered from Bo, “Oh there you go, yeah, enjoy it, you earned it sweetheart.” It is one of the best you have ever had, and none of them stop, work you through it amazingly until it is over, and then beyond.
You were expecting some overstimulation, sure, but you were not expecting them to take every time you begged for an orgasm as a challenge to meet, the orgasms are forced from you, each one celebrated by at least one of them with some hot and nasty comment. When Billy is held deep into your ass as Stu pressing a toy to your clit as he pounds your g-spot gets you to squirt like a fountain, he sounds nearly gleeful as he calls with that classic grin of his, “What a fucking mess.”
Turns are taken, Billy finishes in your ass first the mess of his cum flows freely when he pulls out then Stu switches to your mouth making you taste yourself, letting Bo have his turn splitting your cunt apart. “God, you’d think she’d be worn out from how hard you’ve been going on her, but she’s still so tight.”
High praise you muse somewhere in the back of your mind.
Minutes later, Stu reaches his end next, he holds deep, hands on your head as he grits out, “Take it.” He makes you swallow, he makes you desperate for breath to the point it has you sucking down air when he pulls out. He of course is laughing over it, the dick is lucky you love him so much.
Throughout this ordeal, orgasms are continually ripped from your tired and sweaty body, tears flow freely, you cry on and off, unable to help it because it feels so fucking good, at one point, you are so totally overwhelmed that you gasp out, “Sto-stop, cah-can’t take it anymore-”
That earns a laugh from Bo, he has you on your back, knees to your shoulders, a full on mating press as he tells you, “Nah, you begged to cum, we ain’t stopping till you feel every fuckin’ one you asked for.”
You sobbed again over the sound of the tips still coming in, helpless to do much of anything until they deemed you “done.”
