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Patreon Compilation – Fic#344 – Viktor/Jayce – big hairy bottom; small top; transman Viktor; safe sane consensual cam boys – Big Beautiful Boy
🕑 Added 2025-07-02 04:43:10 +0000 UTCViktor/Jayce – Viktor and Jayce are cam boys that have their first collaboration together on camera...
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Viktor had been under the impression that they all put on personas when in front of the camera, but he finds that he is sorely mistaken with Jayce.
He’s large and should be in charge but instead he’s sitting there on the edge of Viktor’s back, shoulders hunched and spine curved to give the impression of being smaller. There’s some delicious hair on his chest. They’ve been planning this collaboration for weeks and Viktor had practically begged him not to shave in the meantime.
And Jayce obliged. Sweet as can be. Obedient.
Viktor’s breath hitches somewhat as he steps closer and insinuates himself between Jayce’s knees. The camera is already running but this is not in the script as he grasps the sides of Jayce’s face and tilts his head back so he can look him in the eyes.
“You’re so submissive,” Viktor murmurs thoughtfully.
Jayce looks flustered, his eyes darting off to the side. He looks like he wants to say something but Viktor shifts his hand a little and puts his thumb against his lips, stopping him before he can get out so much as a squeak.
“Do you want to play with me, Mister Talis?” He cards his fingers through the hairs of his beard. Jayce, obedient to a T has even stopped shaving his face. Viktor is instantly obsessed with how well behaved he is. Almost more obsessed than he has been with the engineering diploma he has found hanging in Jayce’s living room when they did their first face-to-face meetup.
Jayce swallows thickly. His eyes dart off to the side once more to stare at the harness artfully laid out on the bedside table. The dark blue cock attached to it has glittering little stars inside its soft silicone and looks frankly intimidating.
Viktor can feel the warmth of a flush underneath his fingertips and it is utterly too delicious.
He leans down and does something else that they have not talked about beforehand. Jayce looks so sweet sitting there; so big and trying to be so small; so hairy and grown-up and soft and nervous inside. Viktor presses a kiss against his forehead and feels the soft rush of Jayce’s gasp against his fingertip. He shifts his hands and tilts his face even further back so he can brush a little kiss against his mouth as well. Jayce tries to follow him as he leans back up because there’s a twinge in his spine from bending over and they have not talked about kissing.
It’s an oversight that will not happen again.
“Do you want to play with me?” he repeats softly and dips his voice a little lower; puts in a bit more emphasis in the Mister Talis. Jayce’s eyes go heavy lidded already. He looks like he’s floating away on some cloud. He goes down for Viktor easy as you please and Viktor wonders if that is a privilege or an everyday occurrence. He’s watched so many of his videos…
“Yes,” Jayce finally whispers. He turns his head just a little and Viktor realizes what he wants, so he offers him his thumb again and Jayce kisses the pad. “Yes, please.”
So they go ahead. Jayce has prepared himself already but once Viktor has stepped into the harness and cinched it closed around his bony hips, he still slicks up his fingers and crawls after him.
Jayce looks so nervous, peering down his body but he opens his legs without needing to be prompted. He catches each leg behind the knee and spreads himself open in a way that Viktor simply never could do. It’s beyond his range of motion.
The sight is awe inspiring. He pauses and glances briefly at the camera feed because Jayce seems to have completely forgotten that they were recording all of this for their audiences. He’s only looking at Viktor with those dark, wet eyes and is already panting, his little tooth gap on display and utterly adorable.
Viktor wonders if he can talk Jayce into letting him put a POV camera on his head. The visual on the feed is nice but he thinks more people should be privy to the utter vision that is Jayce Talis on his back, spreading himself open.
Another time.
He slides his fingers into Jayce. His hole is hairy as well. He must spend hours every few days shaving his whole body and Viktor cannot fathom why. He is gorgeous like this.
His rim is butter soft and accepting. There’s a wet little squelch that he does not think the microphone can even pick up. Jayce’s subsequent whine as he throws his head to the side and closes his eyes, though… that must travel.
Viktor’s lips twitch. He’s trying to keep up some form of composure; some form of the strict, no-nonsense persona he has built up for his online audience. But Jayce is getting under his skin fast.
He is simply cute.
He’s helpless and sweet and his tits are squeezed together hypnotically between his biceps, making it very difficult to even concentrate on what he’s trying to accomplish.
The script feels far away. Viktor had been supposed to humiliate Jayce, but the words don’t want to come properly. When he murmurs a low ‘slut’, it sounds all wrong. All affectionate.
Jayce whimpers even so. He flushes, tilts his head back, shows off the thick column of his throat. He is absolutely gorgeous; muscled and bronze skinned and big… all that Viktor is not.
He feels ridiculous slipping between those meaty thighs. His silicone cock slaps against Jayce’s belly, right next to his own dick. It’s dwarfed by the blue shaft and the sight has Viktor’s cunt pulsing.
“Let’s see if my calculations were correct,” he purrs. That one comes easier. More natural. His hands grasp the backs of Jayce’s thighs as he shifts his hips a few times, watching the cock drag against Jayce’s quite frankly ridiculous abs. “You should be begging for mercy before I am fully inside you,” Viktor continues softly. “But maybe you will surprise me yet.”
He slides further back, lets the blunt, heavy tip slide down past the swell of Jayce’s heavy balls. It easily catches against his rim.
Jayce’s breath audibly hitches.
“...Please.”
Viktor is almost taken aback at the sound of his voice. Soft and broken and pathetic, looking up at him with those dark, wet eyes.
How did Jayce even get into this line of work when he is so painfully earnest? He’s just carrying it all on his sleeve. Showing it to everybody. Letting them have his soft, vulnerable underbelly.
Viktor, feeling fiercely protective, bares his teeth at him and starts to push inside.
“Of course you would beg for it,” he hisses. Just as if he were angry. He isn’t. Lord knows he isn’t; not when Jayce opens so beautifully around his dick and his prominent Adam’s Apple bounces as he thickly swallows and with the base of the toy pressing insistently against Viktor’s swollen clit.
His insides already feel molten hot. He wonders how Jayce must be feeling as his rim gets stretched… and stretched… and stretched even more by the fat crown of the frankly ridiculous toy.
Viktor watches carefully as Jayce’s face starts to go slack, his mouth opening in time with his sweet hole; hanging loose and pretty, showing off his tooth gap as he visibly tries to wrap his head around his.
The head that is holding an entire engineering diploma. The thought sizzles down Viktor’s spine and has his hips jerking forward, burying suddenly a good two inches inside Jayce.
His hips are twinging but it’s not bad yet. Certainly not bad enough to stop when Jayce makes the softest, wettest little sound. All broken and submissive and so utterly perfect, Viktor feels a little wild just from listening.
Just from watching Jayce be spread out and beautiful. All that muscle and hair on display. Everything that he is leashed in and surrendered so Viktor can overpower him. Viktor estimates that he is maybe a third of Jayce’s body weight and the thought is making his head feel like it’s going to spiral.
He inches his hips back a little, drags the slick toy with him, then pushes in again. Further inside. He repeats the motion. Listens to Jayce start to beg; nonsensical little pleases and sounds that are no words at all but still manage to make it clear he needs more. Or maybe he wants him to stop? He’s all over the place. He’s gripping his own legs still, holding himself open wide, hanging on for dear life.
Unable to comprehend his body accepting Viktor’s cock.
Viktor wishes he had the arm reach to grab the camera once he peers down and sees that there is a bulge underneath Jayce’s wonderfully hairy abs. The line right in their middle is darker and more furry and it moves hypnotically as it gets nudged by Viktor’s massive silicone cock from inside.
Viktor sets is jaw and leans across Jayce more; braces his weight firmly against his legs and knows… knows that Jayce doesn’t even process the pressure. That it is too minuscule to even ping on his damn radar when his muscles are stretched farther than they have ever been stretched.
He looks a little panicky but still so trusting. He trusts Viktor and they have only seen each other face to face one time before this. Chatted for a couple months maybe, figuring this whole arrangement out and now he is here trusting Viktor and being so full of Viktor’s cock that his belly bulges.
Viktor’s slick is running down the insides of his thighs but he is focused on Jayce’s pleasure. He needs him to come on his cock before anything else.
And he does. Without much fanfare. Without asking for permission like they’ve talked about and without warning. Just whimpers and capitulates to the pressure inside him. Probably didn’t even realize himself that what he was capitulating to was an orgasm because his whole body is rebelling against the current sensations.
It just drips out of him; his untouched cock. His big, beautiful untouched cock getting bounced by the bulge in Jayce’s belly and smearing his cream into the thick, dark fur of hair there.
He is utterly beautiful and Viktor wonders… if he’d ever agree to doing this without a camera.
