PUSHING MY BOUNDARIES Ð PART 1 by itchtoscratch
©2023 Itchtoscratch
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I opened my Inbox and groaned.
"Jesus, how many messages?"
I'd started my OnlyFans, LukeOnTOP, nine months ago, and the effort was finally beginning to pay off. Subscribers were up, renewals were up, and my last few PPV videos had really taken off. Things were so good that I'd just recently moved into a new flat on my own and leased a beautiful white Range Rover Evoque that I knew would be perfect for filming the hot content I had planned. Everyone thinks running an OnlyFans is easy, but fuck me, are they wrong. I'm halfway through a Business and Economics degree, but my chances of finishing it are looking slimmer and slimmer. I stared at the sparse folder of notes open on the desk in front of me and grimaced.
Still, you can't argue with the money. I slammed the folder shut. With a weary sigh, I pushed it to one side and steeled myself to start triaging my messages.
Dick, dick, hole, dick, hole, hole, dick, hole, dick, holeÉ
Ok. All guys secretly love to show off their junk and I had to admit, I liked knowing the effect I was having on them. SoÉ Aubergine. Splash. `Nice one bro!' Fire emojis.
Next?
Meet, meet, fuck me, fuck us, use me, I am a holeÉ
Ok. Not gonna happen but those are some potential long-term subscribers, soÉ Mild flirt, hint of availability, soft brush off for now. Casual suggestion that we should get to know each other better. I hovered over the dollar sign but decided against it. It would be too obvious. It's too cold. You have to keep up appearances in this game. Everyone who subscribes knows at some level that this is transactional. But it's my job to disguise that. What I offer is the handsome but approachable boy next door. I could be your boyfriend. I could treat you right. Direct requests for tips would be off brand.
There were probably at least fifty more messages to check. I responded quickly to the ones with tips Ð I'd say more later on. I noted the rest and made a reminder to follow up by tomorrow.
I checked my VIP list next. And there he was: R_O_A_R_345. I just thought of him as Rory. Rory was intense. He tipped very generously, but I'd still thought about blocking him a few times. Rory liked to talk dirty. Whether he was or not in real life, on here he presented as a real dom top. I'm a flexible guy Ð keep the customer happy, I say! - so, it's no problem to play along. For Rory, I am cocky but actually a bit shy, a little inexperienced. For others, I am the boss, the one in control. I pride myself on providing a good boyfriend experience too. Rory doesn't need to know that the persona I show him isn't entirely a lie.
R_O_A_R_345: I'm gonna fold you in half, boy. Gonna pull that little cock between your legs and lick your pretty hole `til you're begging me to fuck you.
See what I mean?
It wasn't difficult to do this stuff, but Rory's messages made my stomach flip. I could feel a flush rising in me as I scrolled through our earlier messages, reminding myself of the details of our chat history. I was a virgin for him, initially proud and cocky, but now more vulnerable and needy. I wasn't this sub he wanted me to be in real life, but I also couldn't deny his messages had an effect on me. I could picture it. I was picturing it now. I was hard. I typed back.
LukeOnTOP: Wot if someone sees us? Wot if someone hears? U know I'm not experienced. I don't know if I can take your BIG cock, sir. Please go slow. I need it, daddy, but please go slow.
I gulped and groped my dick. For the record, my dick's not tiny, but whatever. This was all fantasy anyway. As I hit send, I noticed that R_O_A_R_345 was online. I scrolled back up again through our messages, enjoying the back and forth. I wondered again if this guy worked out Ð a lot of the messages were based around gym scenarios:
R_O_A_R_345: I see you, boy. You wore those little shorts to make sure everyone would notice you on leg day, didn't you? I bet you'd love it if I stripped you down right in the middle of the gym floor. I bet you think about all the meatheads standing around you while I split your little pussy with my big daddy cock right there on the mat.
The man had a way with words, that was for sure! I scrolled down.
R_O_A_R_345: you worked hard today, boy, but you knew I had my eye on you, didn't you? All the big guys eyeing up that gym pretty body of yours, but you kept looking over at me, didn't you, wanting me to notice you? Followed me back into the locker room, didn't you? I saw you, putting on your little show for me. You thought you had it all under control, didn't you? But when you took off those slutty little panties and I walked towards you, you got hard in a second, right in front of everyone. They could all see you want to be my little slut. Is your dick sore, little man? Beating off every spare minute, wondering when I'm gonna let you suck my pole?
Jesus Christ Ð Rory was a great tipper, but scrolling through our previous exchanges, I wondered if I should be tipping him!
A notification popped up. Shit, that was fast.
R_O_A_R_345: I decide the pace, boy, not you. You better get to work loosening up that pussy. I won't go easy.
"FuuuckÉ" I mutter. I pushed my hand into my shorts and slid a finger down behind my balls. I gently grazed the skin between my cheeks and shivered at the sensation. I moved my finger further until it reached my hole. Propping one leg up on the desk for more access, I circled it, tapping lightly. God, it felt good.
Fumbling to type with just one hand now, I replied:
LukeOnTOP: I wanna be ready 4 yr cock, sir. I'm touching myself thinking about u in meÉ
Jesus, this was really getting me going today. I drew back my hand and sucked at my finger until it was wet. I slid it back down and pressed more firmly against my tight hole. Throwing my phone down on the desk, I pushed my other hand into my shorts. My fingers tightened around my shaft, and I begin to slowly wank.
Another notification. My heart was pounding.
R_O_A_R_345: Hungry little fucker, ain't you? Don't you dare fucking cum. Daddy sets the pace; Daddy will tell you when you can cum. Right?
With one hand busy with my hole and the other now wrapped around my stiff cock, I couldn't reply. I stared at the message on my screen. I roughly pushed the waistband of my shorts down under my balls, which were already tightening against my body, and admired my hard meat. I slowly pulled back my foreskin. It stretched and began to retract, gradually exposing my engorged crown. As I pulled back further, the skin slipped behind the ridge of the head and a glug of precum dribbled from the slit. I knew I was going to cum soon. I sunk a slick finger into my hole, just to the first knuckle. I ground it in circles and moaned. I began to press deeper.
Fuckfuckfuck, this is gonna make me cumÉ
"Unngh!" I grunted, and released my cock, which twitched in frustration. I grudgingly extracted my finger and pulled my shorts back up. My hands were shaking as I picked up the phone.
LukeOnTOP: Yes sir. I won't.
This was torture, but in truth this wasn't about Rory. I had content planned for tomorrow, so I'd been holding off from cumming for about a week now to guarantee a good cumshot. I wasn't going to waste that effort on a quick wank the day before! I pushed myself up from the desk and went to the kitchen to make a protein shake. My stiff cock, tenting my shorts, reluctantly led the way.
When I'd started my account, I'd been surprised at just how easily people were satisfied with basic PG content. Having spent most of my teenage years wanking furiously to an endless supply of porn clips, the idea that wet t-shirts, some oiled muscles or a few bulge pics would prove so popular seemed ridiculous. This felt like the easiest money I'd ever made. But it didn't take long to see my subscribers were growing impatient. After three months and some good growth, I'd seen a drop in renewals. The next month, there were fewer subscribers and I'd done my first discount promo to drive more engagement. It had shored things up, but my inbox made it clear the fans wanted more.
The first step was the confessional. This is Basic OnlyFans 101. Whatever glossy, hard-muscled, cheeky lad persona you present on the platform, it's important every now and then to pull down those barriers and take off the mask Ð you know, to show the fans who you really are. (This was, of course, bullshit. But it was probably also at the heart of the OnlyFans experience Ð this wasn't professional porn; this was real life!)
I'd started the video four times, each time bursting out laughing and having to start over. Then, having pulled myself together, I'd looked seriously into the camera. Preparation was everything. My dark blonde hair was quite deliberately a little more unkempt than usual. Maybe I'd been up late thinking deep thoughts? My outfit was also carefully chosen - just a simple thick lavender cotton tank top that gave off that lazy Sunday morning vibe while still showing off my tan and beautiful arms perfectly. Just me. Just the fans. For real.
"Hey guys. I'd like to take a minute to really thank all of my fans for their continued love. It's amazing to receive all your messages of support on my fitness journey and I love reading all your reactions to my progress pics!"
I flashed a cheeky smile.
"With you guys on my side, I'm just gonna just keep on getting bigger".
A conspiratorial wink this time then a big bicep flex with a high wattage grin. A chuckle with just a hint of self-deprecation to remind everyone that this was still serious.
"But seriously guys,"
(It never hurt to make things super obvious, though.)
"Your investment in me means a lot and soÉ"
I paused, as if caught in a sudden, unexpected moment of revelation.
"I think I'm ready to push my boundaries."
A serious look straight to camera, fingers pushing the hair away from my eyes.
"You know I've been honest with you guys about my pansexuality and, love is love, you know?"
(I also believed it made little sense to alienate any of my potential audience.)
"So with your support, I'm gonna be trying out more. I really want to, I dunno, understand myself better. I wa Ð I want to understand my spirit, you know?"
I looked up and into the camera, eyes wide, a little uncertain, a littleÉ hopeful?
"So, my brilliant fans and followers, you can now look forward to lots more envelope-pushing content from me coming real soon! I hope you'll join and support me. Remember to have renew on for the quickest updates and special thank you messages. For some lucky subscribers, there may be a couple of extra special pictures too!"
"Thanks guys Ð peace."
I grinned the shit-eating boy next door grin which had played a big part in my OnlyFans success again and flashed the corny peace sign I signed every post off with. Then, a big double bicep flex finish, lifting my arms above the line of my shoulders to really make sure the fans got some nice pit action too, and... I reached forward and hit STOP.
The response had been immediate. My fans were more than ready.
Now there's no value in giving the audience everything they want immediately. OnlyFans success is built on how successfully a creator understands the nature of the sustainable tease. I knew I'd pushed my luck in the first few months by giving too little. It's not that you necessarily need to keep every fan, but ideally what you want is a good chance that these fans will regularly keep coming back. Prime the other socials with plenty of thirst traps, offer the occasional returning subscriber discount, make a point of welcoming previous subscribers if they signed up again: fanbase sustainability is what it's all about.
Up to this point, most of my freely available dick stuff had been bulge-related. The fans loved athletic gear so there were any number of pictures and short videos of me feeling up my hard dick through tight white compression gear or jockstraps. But things changed after a livestream session where I got really horned up watching some muted porn in the background.
LukeOnTOP: What's up my dudes?! Thanks for joining my livestream, how's it going? I can't wait to have some fun with you today. Where are you watching from? I just got back from a killer workout at the gym and I'm feeling horny as fuck now. You get that way too? Show me some love! I've always got your backs, so I decided to hop on OnlyFans and share. We're just gonna let this play out and see where we end up, so remember to hit that like button and tip your boy, LukeOnTOP. Peace!
The video hadn't been unplanned. But adding `unscheduled' content alongside regular updates created the impression of more value for money, drew the punters in, kept them checking their notifications. Doing that extra bit more for the subscribers made them feel special, and feeling special made them feel generous. Everyone won really.
I had set up in my content production office. The camera was on the desk and beside it, a small monitor previewed the shot. The set up was good, centred just below my groin but angled up enough to really show off my pumped-up pecs. I loomed in the shot, a dominant muscle stud, ready to perform. I was dressed in a pair of white Nike compression shorts that, even when I was soft, left little to the imagination. I beamed at myself and adjusted my dick so it was more clearly outlined against my thigh. Behind the camera, one of my favourite porn scenes was playing silently on a widescreen monitor, providing me with some additional stimulation for the video.
I started with some nice muscle worship. I struck a few poses, chatting casually about my diet, sets and reps, before cracking open my jar of coconut oil. I loved this stuff. I scooped some out, already enjoying the way it trickled between my fingers, and spread it slowly across my smooth chest and down my arms, breathing in the smell. Gradually, the swirls of shining oil merged across my body until my whole chest glowed like pale burnished oak. I had been worried that this was going to feel mechanical, like a tired afternoon stripper with a professional smile. But it didn't. Exploring myself like this was unexpectedly exciting. With each pass, my nipples stiffened, and I pinched one lightly, wincing, and added a wink to camera.
"I always love to give my fans what they want!"
I moved a hand down and waggled my hardening cock through my shorts. This was going to be a good one.
On the monitor, out of sight of the viewers, a short muscley guy with a cute jarhead buzz cut is being pushed down onto a gym mat. He's packed tight into a wrestling outfit which looks about two sizes too small for him and surrounded by a group of other athletes in various states of undress. The team roughly manhandle him onto all fours between them and he looks up at them nervously. Coach, an older daddy type with a shaved head, salt and pepper stubble and a thick moustache, saunters into view, his neat chinos and tight polo shirt in sharp contrast to the near nakedness of his squad. He gropes the impressive bulge in his chinos meaningfully.
(I'd seen this scene several times. Apparently, Josh was not performing at the level his team expected so it had been decided that some "tough love" was needed.)
These days, everyone seems to be all about the fuck in their porn, and that's all good. But, IMHO, you couldn't beat a bit of cheesy back story, you know, some build up. I loved watching pornstars `act'. If they pulled it off, great! If they didn't, there was still something hot about watching their stilted delivery, even if it was just the anticipation that soon, someone would put that guy out of his misery, shove a cock in his mouth and give him a chance to show off his real talents.
But anyway, there I was, feeling myself, body all oiled up, rock hard in these shorts, squeezing at my bulge with my greasy hands. And in the background, the scene's getting to the part I really like. Dante (the `team captain'), a tall black guy with a mop of neat short dreads pushed back with a purple sweatband stands in front of the kneeling wrestler, naked except for this stretched white jockstrap which looks like it's ready to tap out. He's fucking massive: his chest swells up and out from this neat waist into these huge cannonball shoulders, his arms are corded with muscles and his thighs look bigger than Josh's head. And his arse Ð fuck me, what an arse! Framed perfectly by the thick straps and waistband, Dante's dark polished peach looks good enough to eat.
I was loving this. I could see the numbers watching rising and all I could think about was how many guys were watching me with their dicks out, taking it slow, enjoying the feeling or racing for the finish, no time to spare! As I twisted my nipples and encouraged the fans to comment and like, the wrestling captain pulls aside the stuffed pouch, and his thick drooping cock falls out.
I grabbed my hard shaft through my shorts again and imagined for a second it was his.
"FuuuuckÉ" I hissed, quietly, staring down the camera lens, "I'm so hard, ladsÉ"
Dante's cock is a thing of fucking beauty - one of those big ones that's just too heavy to fight gravity and stand up on its own. He grips it in his fist (it still looks huge) and starts slapping his teammate in the face with it. After several unsuccessful attempts, Josh catches it between his lips and begins to slobber enthusiastically over his captain's cock.
I didn't need to pretend I was into this. I peeled the compression shorts down my body so that the waistband rested just below the crest of my pubes and blew a kiss at the camera. I slid an oily hand across the newly exposed skin, tracing my fingers over my laboriously sculpted cum gutters. I turned my back to the camera and peeled the tight shorts over my arse. Reaching back, I squeezed both cheeks, tensing my glutes, showing off. I rubbed my greasy palms over them until they glistened like the rest of my body. I moved my hands closer together and let my fingers drift gingerly into the cleft between my cheeks, teasingly exploring the fine hairs between them. I bent forward and pulled the cheeks apart to give the fans a good look at my smooth hole. I circled it softly with one finger and clenched my hole so it winked invitingly to my fans. It felt good. My finger was shiny with oil, and it would be so easy to push it in. I arched back, twisting further to give my finger easier access. I applied more pressure and felt my hole begin to give.
"Fuck me," I gasped, looking into the camera, "can't believe how good that feels!"
Grinning, I removed my finger and smacked my arse hard, a light pink handprint welling up on my skin. I turned back, laughing, to face the camera and waggled my finger reproachfully.
"Ah ah ah! Don't be greedy boys!"
Pushing the compression shorts beneath my glutes had pushed them further down in front as well. My neat bush was in full view now and my cock was trapped in a precariously stretched fold of lycra. If I raised my arms above my head, I was sure it would pop out. I thought about the subscribers watching, aching for a glimpse of my dick, trying to hold back as their own cocks became unbearably slippy with precum. I stretched carefully, tensing my abs to show the definition, creating a bow with my body that I knew full well my subscribers would love. I could feel the material peeling back, but just as my dick began to push free, I shoved it back down. As I did, it twitched and I felt a glug of precum escape, soaking into the lycra to create a small wet patch in my shorts.
"Fuckin' hell, boys, did one of you slip me something at the gym? I'm so fucking horny today!"
I gripped my shaft again, closing my eyes at the sensations. My free hand explored my body, tracing my fingers lightly across my hard sensitive nipples.
On the screen, the rest of the players have stripped off and are crowding in on Josh, crowing mutely as he struggles to deep throat Dante's tool. There's something for everyone in this circle jerk: a stocky Latino player with calligraphy tattoos snaking across his shoulder milks long strands of dew from his dick and spreads it over the fat shillelagh of his Irish-looking teammate, a tall broad strawberry blonde stud with creamy pale skin, big pink nipples and thighs that look like they crush watermelons on TikTok. A blonde all-American jock with board shorts tan lines pulls at his balls with one hand while the other rubs mercilessly around the crown of his long cut cock. Another wrestler with short curly dark hair and a mat of chest hair coated in sweat has dropped to his knees beside him, his hand a blur on his heavy veiny tool, while his fascinated face moves closer to the blonde's crotch, desperate to taste his buddy's cream.
And in the middle of this sweating mass of hard wrestler bodies, coach steps up to Josh. He undoes his belt and unzips, confident and unhurried, before fishing inside his boxers and pulling out his thick hard cock. His fat uncut dick is built like a fucking traffic cone: the head is compact and quite small, but as his hand pulls backward, you can literally see his grip widen to accommodate its burgeoning girth. It looks angry, like the tip's been heated in a brazier. Shouting something inaudible, coach grips the seat of Josh's lycra singlet and rips it open.
I groaned appreciatively as the camera zoomed in on the wrestler's fuckable rear, big, rounded mounds of muscled ass, dusted with soft golden hair.
"Fuckin' hell lads, are you stroking it with me? Do you like what you see?"
My hands no longer felt soft on my body, but heavy with heat and intention. My touch no longer felt like mine but the touch of someone else. My eyes fluttered as I pictured a crowd of men, arms outstretched to touch me and claim this body I have worked so hard to build. I stretched my arm up over my head and flexed. My other hand pawed my balled bicep, dragging down over my exposed armpit, clutching at my skin as it slid down my lats. I repeated the gesture on the other side and turned my head, inhaling the faint musky scent of my armpit. My eyes rolled back as I worshipped myself, clutching my pecs and sliding my hands slowly down my torso, exploring every rise and divot of muscle as I went.
Coach's big strong palms grip each cheek and pull them wide. The camera lingers on the view for a moment before he dives in, his thick moustache tickling and scraping his wrestler's pink pretty hole. His insistent tongue slurps and jabs and Josh's body trembles under the assault. Coach comes up for air, gasping, his face shiny with spit and rips his polo shirt up and over his head, revealing an impressive barrel chest, covered by a pelt of salt and pepper hair. Barking a silent order, the big Irish guy lumbers over and coach grips his nuts in his hand impatiently and drags him the rest of the way, effortlessly engulfing his fat pink tool right down to the root. While he gorges on his player's meat, his other hand fingers Josh's hole roughly, preparing him for what comes next.
Spitting out the cock, Coach points to the Latino guy, who drops to his knees and takes over coach's cocksucking duties. Big Irish grips his mate's skull and throws back his head in pleasure as he pumps his prick into this new willing mouth. Coach turns back to Josh, his main target, and dives back into his slippery trench. While he drags his wide tongue all the way up and down his player's twitching crease, he pulls the wrestler's trapped cock free of the remnants of his ruined singlet and milks his meat like a cow's teat. Josh's rump wriggles in ecstasy at this frenzied assault and I squeezed at my hard cock again, unable to resist a stronger tug that sent pulses of pleasure through my own body.
Sometimes, it's easy to forget the camera's on. I glanced at the comments; the fans were losing their shit and I was getting close to losing my load. I stared down the lens again and grappled my cock, still trapped beneath my shorts but with every contour etched into the material like a stone carving.
"Who wants some of this? Which hole? Comment and like, boys!"
As I smoothed the stretched material hard around the outline of my shaft, coach grips Josh's hips and then pushes his thick fireplug cock firmly and relentlessly into his gorgeous ready ass. Even with the sound off, I could hear Josh's moan in my head. His back arches and (fuck me, this was my favourite part), he begins to push himself, shaking, back onto coach's cock. Coach raises his hands and locks them behind his head, happy to let Josh do all the work. Immediately, the curly haired player locks onto his exposed pit, sniffing and licking at coach's scent, his hand moving admiringly across coach's thickly muscled torso. Josh, sweating and shaking, determinedly pushes back, impaling himself inch by widening inch on his coach's girthy tool.
The camera shifts and Josh is looking straight at me, Dante's cock looming just above his brow. His mouth is shiny with spit and his gaze is unfocused. As he pushes back onto coach's holewrecker, his eyes widen into pleading discs, and I imagine his pucker being forced wider and wider by that bloated club. Dante steps forward and shoves the dark plum head of his cock between Josh's lips. As the sweating jock rocks forward to swallow him whole, the team captain's ass clenches and he begins to pump shot after shot of creamy cum into Josh's open mouth. The spit-roasted wrestler works his throat, desperately trying to swallow all of Dante's load, but there's just too much and streams of spit and spunk begin to dribble from the corners of his mouth to drip off his chin and onto the mat below.
This bit got me every time. Every. Fucking. Time. (I'm not sure I'll ever get to the end of this scene.)
I kneaded at my aching cock and shuddered. Fuck, this was it!
My head tipped back, and I moaned as my rock-hard prick started to spurt blasts of cum into my shorts. Looking down, I watched the material darken and become almost see-through as my dick shot another thick volley of cum into the tight lycra. It looked amazing. I felt amazing. Coach roars silently on the screen and pulls his thick cock from Josh's ruined hole where it twitches and spews thick ropes of cum over his well-fucked player's back. I shoved my shorts the rest of the way down, barely registering the sound of the stitching ripping or the fact that this was the first time I'd cum on an open livestream for my fans. I crushed my flat palm against my groin, groaning as my dick released another squirt of cum which I roughly spread over my shaft and balls. With a guttural cry, I gripped my hard cock in my fist and fucked it furiously, creaming up my load until the whole length was slathered with white streaks and the room stank of coconut oil and the salty tang of my churned up load.
I saw myself on the preview monitor. I stood there panting, my face and neck flushed red, my strong muscled body glazed in oil and sweat, still milking my creamy cock. Releasing it, I raised my hand to flash my trademark peace sign before sucking the remains of my load off my sticky fingers.
"Peace!" I licked my lips, grinned and signed off.
The livestream was a huge success for me and my brand. Some fucker shared clips they'd taken on Twitter. Not cool, but it was hard to stay mad when my subscriber base increased 30% overnight. This was hardly ground-breaking content as far as OnlyFans went, but I'd given my subscribers a taste for more and I knew now that I'd have to deliver.
I sold those shorts though. One of my more discerning subscribers paid £150 for them. All I had to do was work out in them for the rest of the week and season them with a couple more loads. I even included a video of me adding the final load.
But you always get value for money with LukeOnTOP.
Thankyou to everyone who has got in touch with their reactions to my first story, Missing the Last Train Home (you can find it in Adult-Friends!) Ð it's really encouraged me to try and write more. I've never shared my stories before so I'm interested to know what works for you. I'd love to know what you think of this one too, so, as before, comments, reactions and constructive feedback welcome to itchtoscratch69@gmail.com