Boys on a Little Screen
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We’ve been scrambling for months to make the rent and the thing was that it didn’t matter if we did actually make enough money because then there’d be other fees to worry about like food or proper clothes because if your work pants tear then that means either shuffling weirdly to hide the hole or buying new pants.
Cameron could barely get his part of the rent on time most months but when he got sick last month that meant no life-altering one-dollar promotion for him, though his manager at the Burg told him not to worry/told him she won’t be giving him the raise but he shouldn’t feel bad about it in corporate speak. I was definitely not getting a raise or a better-paying job anytime soon so the dream of still living in this city was slowly burning up in flames.
So here comes the age old question of: if you’re broke then what else can you sell or give up to keep/make more money? Blood wasn’t possible because it took too much time and we’d both have to work the second we were done with donating according to our schedules. Same thing with semen though for me it was worse due to a family history of diabetes, Alzheimer's, and some genetic blood disease that I don’t personally have but could pass.
Cameron’s been fucking his “friends” and some of our neighbors, the DL ones, to make some fast cash but they live in our building so all they have to offer us is shit weed plus maybe a twenty dollar bill every three months. I…didn’t actually have a side hustle myself aside from begging online and formerly begging to my distant parents for some money which never really worked all that well because dishonesty is not my forte plus my parents had a new kid on the way.
Things changed when Cameron said in those days that weren’t as bad as they would get soon, “Hey come check this out.”
“So there’s like these sites where you can sell your old socks and underwear for like twenty to thirty a pop. We can buy a pack of che-” he stopped when he saw me glaring at him. “Nevermind…” he said back then, but I knew he was dipping into our shared money jar filled with loose change to basically quadruple our money.
Back then the idea of selling our musky cum-stained underwear was the absolute limit of how far I’d go because I thought if we just cut some more expenses like water or electricity we’d be fine. Nowadays I’m casually wearing diapers with all sorts of eccentric themes, my favorite being the “ethereal diaper” with white wisps on it which looks like…nevermind.
My best friend at the time was moving his inventory of used men’s apparel pretty slowly for a safe high-yielding profit but he was in an already established market with lots of providers of cummed-in underwear. His father, a former businessman who lost it all/drank it all, would have been ashamed of such shitty business practices if he hadn’t died of liver cancer or maybe it was failure? I’d tell the old man to rest in piss but his savings of ten or so K had helped us move in the first place plus set up the place with a decent tv plus actual furniture. A nice domestic situation we could never enjoy due to the constant need to work so maybe the old man still deserves a fuck you.
A few months passed and the lease was up but we renewed it, so from 4860 dollars we went to a nice flat 6k monthly that made us both want to move out but the prices were increasing everywhere so we couldn't.
Cameron’s room now smelt mostly of man musk, bleach, occasionally pineapple and asparagus, and almost always…yeast. I caught him jacking off to and onto a pair of my undies on my bed with his iphone on a tripod recording it all. I planned on berating him about it but he left me $200 plus a “sorry :3” note which honestly is almost enough for me to forgive him.
Also, I hadn’t had the time to jerk off in weeks and haven’t sex in months so watching his scrawny butt and body shake as he vigorously jerked his dark brown dick on my underwear was enough to make me reconsider our friendship into one with more benefits if you catch my drift
So I text him, “uhh not cool jerking on my shit but like idc anymore jsut like dont not tell me if ure gonna do something like that plus…if u have any other jobs or whtevr like that one that you need someone else am down.
Typing…he’s typing.
“OH...yeah sorry dude is my bad. some guy wanted pics and vids of me jerking my shit on ur shit lol, we have enough to cover rent am gonna pay my part of the 5k gotcha?”
He keeps forgetting that it’s not just 5k anymore.
“Bro its 6k plus the utilities”
“Oh…oh fuck.”
He finally realized we’re going to be late for the sixth and possibly final time unless our landlord decides to be extremely “nice” again after we beg…possibly our knees this time.
Neither me nor Cameron respond to each other.
My break is over in twenty so I head to work at this cornerstore near our apartment. There’s no uniform at this job so I just grab my bag and head to my next job after this one, bagging at a grocery store. Once I’m done with my second job, there’s only a few hours left in the day for me to do anything aside from sleeping and usually that requires me taking hours out of my sleep to do so.
Cameron comes in and looks at me sadly.
Another firing. Fuck.
“It’s alright, Cam. We’ll figure something out again, we can umm uh if you want to do something together on your underwear account thingy?” I say to him as if that’s any consolation.
He looks like he’s about to cry as he says, “Nah-nah man that won’t make enough and it takes a month to get verified then another few months of posting to eventually get paid on the site I use. I don’t even get that many hits for myself.” A sadness grows with just that sentence and it makes me realize how easy it is to get hooked exactly like my jobs or I guess our jobs minus Cameron’s lost one.
“It’s alright,” I say with no confidence and Cameron just nods his sad little head before heading off to his room. I wondered and still wonder about what he did to get fired.
Immediately I started researching jobs and gigs before realizing that none needed two twenty-something year old washups, so I move to sex work. Lot of the positions were just like the stuff on Indeed i.e. was basically gobshite, just ways to scam people into sending nudes or try to make them pay to get paid or was really shit pay. It was the niche stuff like certain fetishes that got me closer to something more accessible and with good pay. The line in my head quickly was moving far ahead to my/our now padded lifestyle. Can’t be picky, two days ago I gave both a female and male coworker head on a dare to make forty bucks. I don’t even like women! Women have always been more, Cam’s speed.
I found something, a Reddit post for amateur pornographers as well as sex workers wanting to find something fresh. Clicking through there’s a lot of niche fetish-based cam jobs involving bondage, watersports, dressing…as sports players while getting hit in the nuts, and AB/Dl. The last one I don’t actually know so I hopped onto google. “ABDL is an abbreviation for Adult Baby or-” and I closed my laptop then immediately opened it up. Hesitantly I typed in my password back into my computer knowing what I’m going to see.
Checking the starting price for AB/DL camming is- uh um wow yup that definitely says three thousand five hundred and thirty-three dollars plus the camera equipment plus “supplies”. Double that if we show our faces and triple that if we have a “nursery” which we don’t but god be a lot more. There’s-there’s an allowance, oh my God we can get even more money. There’s even commission pay which I guess after a certain point becomes our only pay so basically they rope us in and try to keep us but there’s a little q&a thing here on “DiaperedBoyToys” explaining how to set up different forms of monetization plus explaining how they don’t take a profit from that. Money on top of money on top of money.
Then I check the token things they have here which you can change the perks after a certain point but for beginners locked: it’s five coins for diaper reveal involving pulling down your pants, ten points for diaper check by either your partner or yourself, twenty-five for a “play session” where you and your partner or just yourself hump something including but not limited to each other, fifty for an inside look of the diaper, hundred points for a-a “messing or peeing”, two hundred for a change, and three hundred for a certain outfit or diaper. The points are bought in packs of fifty initially going up to even the…thousands with the fifty being…twenty real life dollars. Obviously some money goes to DBT but god that’s good money even if it’ll be a while till the cammers can take the reins of their debauchery.
“CAMERON, COME HERE,” I say and Cameron dashes at the sound of noise with blatant dried up tear trails on his face.
Happily I tell him, “Look at my laptop.” and he does just that with the horror of the diapered lads on my screen ringing in his eyes which for a second my brain correlated it to the fact that it was because there were pasty half-nude emo guys on my screen instead of the fact that there were diapered pasty emo guys on it. He looks at me and I look at him, scrolling up and highlighting the price to become one of those guys changes his demeanor from a worried disgust to a more penitent look as he realizes what I’m going to ask him.
“No faces needed, dude. And plus you’ve sat on my lap before,” I tell him, trying to be charming so that something in him will click in step with my desperation for cash.
“I…fuck it, send it. They-they probably need two brown guys anyway right? And like it’s fine if you click the face thing…because I should have told you this earlier but it was both jobs.”
My heart drops and then picks up again when I realize we aren’t just fucked but we’re basically completely dependent on a job we haven’t started involving most likely old men wanting to see to diapered guys who are decently in shape, Cameron’s more tone than lil old chubby me, do freaky things in diapers. So I click the box confirming that we’d be fine with showing our faces and completely lie that both of us schedules are completely open.
Days passed with Cameron at home and me at work turning our domestic partnership into something maybe actually matching a proper husband-wife dynamic. Cameron’s even cooking now! Must be his guilt but I gotta say fresh badly cooked rice doesn’t taste as bad as twelve days of instant ramen broken by the occasional casserole from a neighbor that Cam was fucking but decided that they need to move on and that so does he.
Older women can’t have good tastes forever, ya know?
Cam also got the forms for our new joint job filled out as well as has been learning how the camera equipment works plus the computer they gave us plus having a laugh with me as we look at the cushy pink goliath-sized diapers as well as the regular sized ones with a cowboy-themed. Our handler/”liaison” had been helping us get more supplies for our start, explaining what our audience wanted to see, and also getting us to shoot “promo clips”. One of the promo clips involves me getting diapered because my dick-sorry my “dicky”-wasn’t bigger than Cameron’s which isn’t true…I hope. Probably just wasn’t at full mast because Cameron’s been using honey packets and straight Viagra while I have to raw get hard then diapered which isn’t the most titillating situation for me right now.
To be fair, though we did get a great shot of the inside of my cowboy diaper, yes I was in a cowboy outfit with assless chaps, getting flooded with my cum. It felt weirdly hot, temperature-wise, to have my cum just locked in my underwear via a vibe pounding at the front of my diaper. Cameron on the other hand got to experience something lovingly called the “anal toy”/what I call the fuck machine 9000 as I tore a hole in his pink princess diaper so he could get himself and his fat dick off.
We got affiliate links for all the products used in those trailers because those five minute long trailers were enough time I guess for the diaper kink havers to get their rocks off and feel tempted to buy an honestly rad looking cowboy diaper. The underwear variant and the og diaper have these cool revolvers all over it plus it’s a leather brown for both but the diaper can hold actual liquid of course. I asked for a pair of the cowboy briefs plus…some more cowboy diaper samples for new scenes and more.
I’ve been unironically rocking the cowboy undies after I got to five pairs of underwear because unfortunately all the money’s been currently going to past due bills like rent from last month, utilities, medical/that time I got a bunch of glass in my foot then avoided the bill, and lots of car tickets. Though we have been spending a lot on luxuries like proper towels and lots of wipes.
I take a sip of my coffee as I reminisce about our prior life then both grimace and soften at the fact that this our life, something easier then before yet so so much more shameful.
What takes my mind off of it is looking at Cameron go “Guys can you actually fucking play the game.” as he tries his hardest to shit his gamer-themed diaper with a bunch of controllers from all sorts of consoles on it…not literally it’s just art. Once he…finished his job then he immediately paused the game, he wasn’t actually online, and then walked over to me.
“I did it. We can do the changing now and-” he looks at me with absolute malice as I try to hold in a chuckle “-if you keep laughing dude then I’m going to pop a Miralax in your coffee tomorrow too.” he said as I realized that’s why this tastes so weird but I shrugged my shoulders as a bit of awkwardness settles over me.
We go to the changing mat in my room with the camera pointing at his soon to be exposed crotch area. My hands fumbled as I tried to untape his diaper and Cam tells me, “Dude it’s okay, we’re going to be fucking each other anyway and honestly this isn’t going to be the worst part. The bad shit is gonna be cleaning up my ass, fuck that Miralax shit,” which honestly somehow stables me.
I pop open his diaper to see a perfect log which prompts me to wipe him down and then dump the diaper plus wipes into the small bin next to me. He’s quiet throughout this aside from caressing my face in a way he never has done before, in a way nobody has. A new diaper slid under him that was supposed to be “Lovecraft meets diapers” but it’s just really purple and I powdered his dick which is definitely a shower not a grower.
Snuggly I folded up the diaper and his massive member was sealed back up once again with a gentle rub on the front of his diaper. We finally ended the scene.
A day or two later there a message from our handler who we thought was going to hate the scene or straight up ask for a revision but loved our take because she thought “we really got into the scene in an organic and real manner which is a sort of energy we’re looking for from now on from all of our staff in front forward facing set of positions like you guys.”
I reread the message as Cameron adjusted a handheld camera as I completely soaked a garden-themed diaper for another one of the trailer things that our handler wants, we technically haven’t even started our actual position but the pay was coming in anyways with just enough to let us just do this job sans our old ones plus eat decent due mukbangs we did.
The mukbang trailer idea came from us and our handler told us “I like it. It’s a very cheeky way of showing we’re both in tune and out of touch with the modern landscape of the internet in a sort of self-aware way. We’ll send you the funds and specialized diapers for that video/trailer idea but we’ll need itemized bills of purchase from the things you get from the mukbang. The founder expressed interest in lobster bibs so maybe go for a seafood theme or just at least get lobster bibs also we’ll be sending bottles too. Ah and please get us a close up of your diapers, maybe an under the table shot of you guys spilling food on your diapers?”
So we got our new mukbang diapers which were pretty cute ice cream-themed ones so we decided to get high quality fast food plus milkshakes. Cam put a bib around my neck and I put one around his as we ate burgers and fries plus occasionally intentionally got some sauce or a fry to fall on our diapers. Jess/our handler told us earlier that she wanted there to be a bit of sexual tension so each of our diapers had a high-power bullet vibe taped to the front which upon any spill, though really it was us blatantly pressing on one another’s controller, would activate. I didn’t cum nor did Cam but on the playback you could blatantly see our erections struggling to pop out of their diapered confines. Once we were done, we got some tupperware containers out then got to packing the food with the camera’s still rolling and diapers still grooving.
“Cam, I have to use the…potty,” I told Cam in blatant recognition of what he’s going to say next as he smiles and stares at my diaper.
“Eddie, aren’t you wearing your potty, right now?” He responded with a sneering mockery of my use of “potty” but he doesn’t mean any harm. So I pissed myself like it’s a natural everyday thing as he watched then he started to piss himself in almost brotherly kindness. One change later and then we got back to cleaning, the camera also caught the change.
Jess got us on a video call later on, not wearing diapers or any merch they gave us but instead regular clothes which felt almost odd now. She was as happy as someone can be about grown men being in diapers but said that since we had done so many videos maybe we’d prefer a position more orientated towards that instead of something live.
“...I get your guys’ worries about not being needed anymore but we’re trying to grow as a company to really fill our niche and you guys have gone from raw talent to refined talent. We don’t need you to travel to some stuffy set just yet to do a shoot and when we ask you can still decline and just keep doing your videos which have done really well already. Bunch of views and likes etc. You guys are as good as gold to us and you don’t drop gold, hmm how would you boys feel about wearing gold diapers?”
…
Both of us were surprised that people actually liked our stuff and immediately after the call was over we checked to see people saying things like “I wish I were you guys.” or “If I was there I’d have spread his diaper wide open and filled it up.” or “ha gay” or “You can tell the one on the right is about to cum every time that the other guy changes his diaper, his dick is literally throbbing purple lol”.
…
“Time for a chat?” asks Cam as I sit down next to him on our next couch.
“Yeah just wanted to see how you felt about already hitting the fifty vid mark, I mean I know twenty of those are shorter things but still,” I tell him.
He looks at me then looks straight forward.
“I’m going to be honest and say while this isn’t exactly what I expected my rock bottom to be, there's something about the order of it. Jess tells us what to do, we order a few things if we need them, and then we do what we do.”
I scratch my head for a second then pause for another.
“I don’t know. I mean you actually like them, right?”
“Uh I-I mean you’ve seen me wear them when we’re not working but it’s just like really comfy short shorts,”
I smirk at him and say, “Short shorts which have an oddly sticky goo in them?”
He goes pale and says, “Yeah.”
“It’s alright, dude. I don’t really mind if you like them because I think we just both do or have to now. At worst, I’m just neutral about them and sometimes…especially themed ones are really cute so I get it. Would have loved more of the cowboy ones to be honest,” I tell him.
We then just decide to watch a show as we cuddle up together which has become our nightly ritual and we talk about our least favorite characters in shows we hate but now can actually watch. Tomorrow we’ll have a set where one of us is tied up and edged for an hour straight with no cuts.
But for now, me and Cam fall asleep on each other while tv blares cheesy lines.
It’s LunarStaircase here just trying to promote my ko-fi or for a more alternative take on things you can buy me something off my wishlist. Like building your own little lol. If you’d like to suggest something to add to the wishlist or just generally suggest some piece of gear, I’d like then I’d be happy to know about it. On the list itself I have supplements to make me cum harder, diapers because I know my audience ;), cute underwear both adult-y and little-y, enough sex toys to at least say I’d have a collection and a few other things to make me purdy. If you guys want I could even make a diary/journal about my journey with a bit of flair to keep your hearts and things fueled by your hearts happy ;}.
[It’s LunarStaircase here just trying to promote my ko-fi or for a more alternative take on things you can buy me something off my wishlist. Like building your own little lol. If you’d like to suggest something to add to the wishlist or just generally suggest some piece of gear, I’d like then I’d be happy to know about it. On the list itself I have supplements to make me cum harder, diapers because I know my audience ;), cute underwear both adult-y and little-y, enough sex toys to at least say I’d have a collection and a few other things to make me purdy. If you guys want I could even make a diary/journal about my journey with a bit of flair to keep your hearts and things fueled by your hearts happy ;}.]