Page 1 of Masked & Mine
Chapter one
Percy
@Königoftheunderworld
“Come on, Mack, get your shit together.” He’s getting the cameras set up so we can stream, which should’ve been done ten minutes ago. We’re about to be late for our scheduled time. We try to jump on around the same time every other evening, but of course, life gets in the way. Most of the subscribers won’t care, but some are unhinged and will be in our inboxes on every platform until we get on.
“Dude, I’m trying. Chill.” As always he rolls his eyes.
“I’m chill. You know I like having time before we have to jump on to settle my nerves, but you’re about to get that ass spanked if those eyes don’t quit rolling.” No matter how many times I do this, I still get nervous. A year in you would think it would be second nature at this point.
We both wear masks the entire time. Mack is dressed as Ghost, and I’m dressed in the König get-up, both from the Call of Duty universe. When we met on TikTok, we found out we both happened to live in Vegas. Everything came together perfectly—in fact, too perfectly. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it hasn’t, and I’m not questioning it.
“You ready to get masked up Shlong Kong?” Mack says with a chuckle.
Before we started collaborating with each other, we each had a huge fan base, but together we blew the fuck up even more. Male-on-male content seems to drive people feral for some reason. Strangely enough, the girls eat it up too. I never would have imagined that. Plus, add the mask, and something about it makes it irresistible.
“Baby, please quit calling me that.” He’s been calling me that for as long as I can remember, and the subscribers have picked it up and ran with it. He’s goofy as fuck, but I couldn’t live without this man.
He turns around and shoots a wink. “You love it.”
We’ve officially been dating for eight months now. We both moved out of our apartments and into our perfect little town home about ten minutes off the strip of Vegas. Far enough away from the chaos, but never too far to use Uber when we are looking to have some fun.
Never in my life did I think I would be a cam boy, let alone doing this with another guy, but here I am. Although I have the option, I haven’t left my full-time marketing job. My control freak tendencies are kind of excessive. I enjoy my job as a manager at our company, being one level below COO, but it’s not fulfilling me as much as I had hoped. I still have that nagging feeling that I can do better.
“Get out of your head, Percy. I see you spinning out of control. The cameras are ready. Let’s get suited up.” As soon as we begin the live, Mack has to take over and be his normal goofy self, but once we get into it, I’m finally able to get out of my head.
Looking into Mack’s eyes, I start pulling my shirt over my head with one hand, and he does the same. We are at a distance from each other, but the sexual tension is already emanating between us.
Why the fuck does the one-handed move to pull a shirt off look so hot?
He looks so good. We always get a workout in before we stream. We have a little gym setup in one of our spare rooms. The pump is ridiculous for us both, but Mack’s veins are out of this world. He has them everywhere. Of course, he has them going down his arms and hands, but in addition to those, they go all the way from his pecks down his stomach towards that perfect cock that I can’t even see yet. We start out in our pants, each including their ownleg holsters, and of course, our masks. While we go all out on TikTok dressing up in our cosplay gear, that isn’t the reason we’re on this cam site. They want to see the whole package…Everything.
He’s pulling up those black cargo pants, and I’m still over here just ogling him.
“Do you need help? Fuck, are you already hard?” He asks, tilting his head to the side, just staring at me now. Palming my cock, goddamn, I am rock hard… All the blood is rushing to my cock from those fucking stomach veins running down into those tight black boxer briefs of his. Knowing where they lead to… That perfect cock of his.
I walk over to him and pin him against the wall beside the couch. “You know what you do to me, Ghost,” I growl beside his ear. Rubbing my aching cock against his.
“I love it when you use my screen name with no cameras going.” He says breathlessly. I can already see him, ready to beg. He runs his hand down my bare stomach, right to my rock-hard cock, palming it.
“Okay, we have to get on, or you know they’re going to be blowing us up,” I say, pulling away from him and throwing my gear on. My headpiece is more like a blanket than a mask. I thought it was more breathable when I started with this cosplay shit. It’s literally the only reason I pickedthis König character. Mack’s is tighter, his entire head and neck covered in a spandex material, and then a hard skull face covers his nose and eyes.It’s hot as fuck.
Mack is getting his holster strapped up, and I’m pulling my pants on. My cock’s straining hard against the zipper. Hopefully, they pay up quickly enough to get these pants off of me.
“I’m so ready to take that perfect, tight ass of yours,” I say over my shoulder while buckling my belt up.
He grins at me, and he looks absolutely unhinged while saying, “What makes you think I’m not taking your tight ass tonight?”
“Guess we’ll see what the subs want,” I say back while pulling my mask down over my face. The mask is the only thing that stays on the whole time. I didn’t think I had a mask kink until we hung out the first couple of times to collab for TikTok. Let me just tell you, seeing Mack’s glorious body covered in tattoos from head to toe, all muscular, and those fucking holsters, ugh, they just did me in.
Thank fuck, he’s a tattoo artist. His co-workers persuaded him to get his nipple pierced by the piercer at his shop, and of course, he had to do it. He may have only ended up with one on his left nipple, and damn if it doesn’t look so good on him.
Fuck, he looksedible tonight.
1??I turn our streaming Spotify playlist on. He nods his head and hits the button that lets us know we’re live. We’re sitting on the couch in our living room. Most people probably stream from their rooms, but it seems too personal to us. So, we set up each time in our living room. We usually keep everything up and ready to go. Explaining that to guests who don’t know we do this is always fun. We are lying back, looking at the TV, with the chat already pouring in. We have it set up so we can see at least one of the camera views and the chat at all times. It gives the exhibitionist in me a thrill to be able to see what all the subscribers are seeing.
Speaking to the subs, Mack says, “Damn, we can’t get any foreplay?” Well, it looks like he’s already taking over. He can always sense when I’m stressed out in the beginning. He scoots over towards me on the couch, our legs now touching. “What does everyone want to see tonight? I’m feeling I should be in charge.” Fuck, they’re going to eat that up. I’m usually the Dom or one in charge, but I label myself a switch. We both do, actually. Mack usually just falls into the more submissive position, and I do love to dominate. Most of the fellow cosplayers don’t talk, so that alone makes us different.