Locked Stream: Own By Five Yanderes

Eli's fingers hovered… then slid slowly over his own skin, slow and deliberate. Every touch, every action was intentional, but not because he wanted to, but because they told him to. The red camera light burned into the empty room, displaying the spaciousness behind him, while on screen a large TV, big enough to be in a small cinema room, displayed five profiles. Five allies. Five viewers. Five. Nothing more, nothing less. The curtains and windows had long been closed… always closed, shielding the world outside from the figure within. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the screen. Eli’s breathing was quiet. His hands trembled slightly, his back aching forward. A slow grunt escaped his lips before he could hold it back. “Higher.” A voice came through the speaker, low, composed, and stable. Eli obeyed without hesitation. His hands inched closer to his hardened n*****s. His breath hitched; a soft gasp escaped his lips. Every action was controlled, ordered, and deliberate. He was performing for an audience of five, and they were watching attentively. “That’s it… pinch it.” Another voice slipped in, hoarse, warmer. “You respond well… so obedient.” The voice encouraged, and Eli swallowed hard. His eyes flickered to the screen, and all five were there. Watching. He dared not stop. Maybe he would have in the past...but time had taught him obedience paid bills, obedience paid taxes, and "yes" was the only word that drained his viewers' bank accounts faster than anything. He pinched harder. His body trembled, his toes curling. His gaze drifted to the gifting section; it was going wild as always. They were gifting him massage chairs, castles, luxury cars… coins worth hundreds of dollars. Each one is worth more than what he used to make in months. “Now close your eyes.” A third voice ordered sternly, and Eli did. He let himself sink into the darkness, his body relaxing into the couch, his top lying on the floor, and his pants pulled halfway down, leaving him in white Calvin Klein boxers that perfectly outlined his slim waistline. “Good.” The first voice whispered, softer this time. They guided his movements, letting him feel them even in their absence. Eli’s breath hitched. His body trembled. A broken gasp slipped out. “Just breathe… we’re right here.” A fourth voice whispered tenderly. Eli’s body relaxed. His fingers stilled for a brief second as he caught his breath, then resumed. Slow, careful… then faster. His quiet gasps filled the room as his body jerked, his legs curled inward, his back arching forward. “Yes…That’s it. Feels good, right?” A fifth voice whispered. “Easier when you let the thoughts sink in and take control.” Eli wanted to say yes. He wanted to accept, but he was too far gone for his mind to process anything else. Their voices were like a drug, one he couldn’t get enough of. With one sharp motion, his body tensed upward, then dropped. His shoulders relaxed, his breath evened out, though his body still tingled, his legs still tangled. His eyes opened slightly, vision blurred. He struggled to steady his breathing, but it wasn’t over. "Again..." his body tensed, his breath uneven, but his body continued to tremble. "Now use your fingers inside there," Blaze ordered. Eli blinked, completely dazed. “Lubricant,” KingRed added Just then, the doorbell rang, loud and disturbing. Eli scrambled for his shirt, struggling to pull his pants back up. “Don’t bother." Shadow said calmly, "No one will see you.” Eli froze... but only for a heartbeat. His words were too certain, but Eli did not ask how or why; no, he had long passed the question stage. They knew...they always did, but how they knew, he couldn't figure it out. Eli paused, just for a second, then moved to the door, his pants half up, his face flushed, his lips slightly swollen, and his hair ruffled. One look at him and anyone could tell what he had been doing. He opened the door slightly. There it was. A carton. Not just one, but an entire box of lubricant. His favorite brand. Durex. Flavored. Eli quickly pulled it inside, dropped it on the table, opened it, and grabbed a tube, soiling his fingers And before long, he was at it again. One finger. Then two. Then three. “Yeah… deeper… wider,” Blaze murmured. Eli gasped, his legs spread wider, his fingers buried deep as cool air brushed against him. “Don’t stop,” MiraCare whispered Eli didn’t. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. His vision blurred, his head tilted backwards, his body moved as if it belonged to someone else...well, it belonged to his five spenders. The screen lit up. A stern voice echoed through the speaker. Violet: “Did you hide the body?" The air dropped. The heat from earlier vanished instantly, as if it had never existed. Eli's hand paused mid-penetration. His eyes snapped open. Slowly, his back straightened. Like a controlled machine. He moved closer to the screen and grabbed the keyboard from the glass table, amidst remotes, phones, and video consoles. Without hesitation. Without confusion. Without fear. Without panic. Like it was any other question. "Yes." Eli replied. His lips, however, muttered a quiet no. The camera focused on him, his half-worn pants, tilted boxers, flushed cheeks, hardened chest, and dazed expression. The air turned cold. His eyes flickered to the air conditioner. The temperature had dropped. “The room looked hot from earlier.” Shadow said through the speaker. He had turned it down from over the screen. Eli nodded and returned his attention to the screen. “Where?” A quick message popped up. Eli’s fingers moved across the keyboard like shadows, focused and precise. The room was quieter now. No more gasps. No more movement. Just the soft clicking of keys. Some days were like this: less voice, more typing. Other days, more voices, fewer messages. Either way… He entertained them. He had long lost the will to question or object. They knew what he needed. They provided everything before he even realized the need for it. Everything was taken care of. All he had to do… was obey. Let them watch. At first, it felt normal, something he was willing to do for a month or so.... Now… It felt endless. “behind the old house near the broken fence.” He typed. A deafening silence followed. The typing indicators stopped. A full minute passed. As if they were letting it sink in. “careless” Shadow replied. One word. Eli’s jaw tightened. His eyes darkened for a split second, too quick to notice. "Damn… You really left it like that?” 😈 Blaze. Eli’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. Before he could reply, MiraCare: “It would be too obvious." “It looked decent enough." Eli typed back. “Decent is not the goal, Eli… erase it," KingRed replied. Eli swallowed. “Eli… you’re shaking,” MiraCare whispered. His gaze dropped to his hands. They were trembling. “You have to go back,” Shadow said almost dismissively. “Now!” Eli's voice cracked, and a rush of panic flashed within his eyes. “Yes," “No… It’s late.” KingRed interrupted. Relief instantly flooded Eli. He had never felt such an epic save. A rush of relief washed over him. The conversation continued, orders came in, and so did gifts By midnight, Eli’s eyes were heavy. He glanced at the stream. Still on. Did it ever turn off? His bank balance now carried ten zeros. Months ago, he was barely surviving. Now, A fully furnished apartment in the heart of the city. Luxury watches. Designer clothes. A brand-new Lexus he barely used. Everything. Yet… Nothing felt full. The chat went quiet. His head rested back on the couch. The keyboard slipped slightly against his legs. Darkness took him. The stream stayed live. Locked chatroom. Five viewers. The room fell silent. Then, The screen glowed. “We will fix it tomorrow." KingRed. Eli stirred faintly in his sleep. “…mm.” A soft, unconscious sound. The stream didn’t end. The viewer count didn’t change. Still five. Always five.