A night security guard and one of the residents he watches over have come to a private arrangement. When the text comes through, Dev turns to the laundry-room feed, and Nico puts on a show just for him. By Harlan Maddox-Powell.
Warning: this story contains scenes of a sexual nature, including: a pre-arranged exhibition between two consenting adults over a live security feed (nothing is recorded), solo anal play with a dildo, masturbation and ejaculation. This story is written for adults and is not for minors.
Dev’s phone lit up on the desk at ten past two. Laundry room. Ten minutes. Watch me.
It was the third message like that Nico had sent in a month. The first time, Dev had gone down to the lower level to tell him the camera in the corner was live, although it recorded nothing and only fed the screens in the control room. Nico had looked straight up at the lens and said that was the point. He was twenty-five, a resident on the fourth floor with a habit of doing his washing in the middle of the night. Dev was thirty-four and had worked nights in the building for six years. They’d agreed the rules over a coffee in the lobby: Nico chose the night and Dev watched the live feed, with nothing saved and nobody else ever seeing it.
Dev sat alone in the dim control room with the monitors humming in front of him and brought up the laundry room feed. The picture settled on a row of industrial washing machines, their metal tops catching the overhead lights. Nico moved between them in no hurry. Tattoos ran down both arms and across one shoulder in dense black patterns. He wore a dark top and plaid trousers, and Dev couldn’t take his eyes off him as he handled a box of detergent and checked the settings on one machine, then another.
Nico paused and looked at the corner where the camera sat. He held the look long enough for Dev’s breath to catch, then reached for the hem of his top and peeled it off in one go. His torso came into view, abs cut sharp under the skin, a gold chain resting against his collarbones.
He dropped the top onto a folding table without a glance. Next he unfastened the trousers, pushed them down his hips and stepped out of them. His shoes and socks followed until he was completely naked, a long cock hanging soft against his thigh, the ink and the chain the only marks on his bare skin. Dev stared at it, already aching behind his own zip.
Nico bent to a bag on the floor and pulled out a large flesh-coloured dildo. He brought it to his mouth and took the head inside, working it slowly so his tongue showed against the shaft as he pushed it deeper. He watched the camera the entire time. Spit ran down the toy and over his fingers, his cheeks hollowing around it. Dev felt that stare land on him even through the monitor. He shifted in his chair without looking away, the strain in his trousers growing with every wet slide of Nico’s mouth.
After a long while Nico pulled the dildo free, strings of spit stretching to his lips and breaking. He turned his back to the camera and bent forward at the waist, one hand braced on the nearest machine while the other reached back to guide the toy to his hole. The first push was careful. Dev watched his thighs tense with the stretch, the rim giving as he took it deeper by degrees, breathing through it until the shaft disappeared inside him. Then he started thrusting. He fucked himself on the toy in short, controlled strokes, the muscles in his back and ass flexing with each drive, and Dev’s cock swelled against his clothes.
Nico climbed up and used the flat tops of the machines as a stage. He knelt and set the dildo upright on the metal, then lowered himself onto it until the full length sank inside him and his hole stretched wide around the base. He began to ride, thighs working and abs tight, the gold chain swinging. Sweat started to show across his chest and the small of his back, catching the light each time he rose. He leaned into a deeper bend to present himself from behind, one hand spreading his ass so the camera caught the toy sliding in and out. Then he came up into a squat with one knee lifted high and wide, balancing on the other foot with the dildo still buried, the long line of his body filling the frame. He dropped back down and ground harder, bouncing with more force, his hole clenching and releasing around the shaft.
He kept turning to give the camera new angles. Dev got side views of his torso and the flex of his abs, then close shots of the dildo disappearing and reappearing, Nico reaching back to push it deeper or hold it there. Sweat ran freely down his body now. He slowed only to hold a position longer so the lens could linger on the stretch of his hole and the tension in his thighs. His cock was fully hard, a good seven inches bobbing with every movement and leaking a thin thread of precum.
Dev freed his own cock without looking away from the monitor. It was uncut and thick, and he drew the foreskin back as he wrapped his hand around it and stroked in time with Nico on the screen. His breathing roughened. He couldn’t believe this man was doing it for him and nobody else, and the thought made him grip harder as he watched every inch of the toy vanish into Nico’s body.
Nico stayed on top of the machines with the dildo buried in his ass, fucking it in controlled rises and falls. He reached down and took hold of his cock, jerking it in short, firm pulls while he kept grinding onto the toy, his fist spreading the precum from base to head in time with his hips. The chain shifted against his chest with every bounce, and his eyes never left the camera.
Dev leaned forward and zoomed the feed in so the frame closed on Nico’s face and upper body. His curly hair was damp with sweat, and his gaze was fixed straight on the lens. At the bottom of the tighter crop Dev could still see Nico’s fist working his cock as he rode the dildo without pause. Dev’s own fist never slowed, his cock sliding wet through his grip.
Nico drove himself down harder onto the toy and jerked himself with short, rapid strokes. His body tensed and his thighs locked. He shot looking straight into the camera, thick ropes of cum hitting his stomach and chest, some landing on the gold chain, more pulsing out as his fist kept pumping. His hole spasmed around the dildo with each burst, and the sight pushed Dev over. He aimed his cock at the monitor and shot his load onto the screen, thick jets hitting the glass over the image of Nico on the screen, his cock twitching in his hand. Cum ran down the monitor as Dev kept pulsing, emptying his balls while he watched Nico ride out the last of his own climax.
The feed held on Nico’s face and chest, cum streaked across his skin and his eyes on the lens. Dev sat with his softening cock in his hand as the final pulses faded.
A minute later his phone lit up again. Same time next week?
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This and all stories are works of fantasy. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are consenting adults. Some works may be inspired by other creators, but all work is entirely original and written by Harlan Maddox-Powell. All characters are adults and have fully consented to the depicted roleplay scenario. In real life, always practise safe sex and enthusiastic consent.
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