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"Thank you for checking out Below the Surface. My name is Shay Seawater. You ready to take the plunge?"

Shay, an orca, was an active social media entertainer who recently made livestreaming a full-time gig. He garnered a reputation for producing polarizing and controversial content. He told family and friends that he found more viewers and subscribers by appealing to people who "hate-watched" them. The more controversial he was, the more attention and notoriety he received. His content strategy paid off. He netted over a million subscribers within a year. He earned enough revenue and sponsors that he moved out of a two-bedroom apartment he shared with his brother and bought a mansion. But for the sake of his livestream, Shay kept his room decor modest. But he was armed to the teeth with lights, multiple cameras that cut and panned to one another with a flip of a switch, a professional microphone and desk mic stand.

Because he was a sea mammal, Shay liked wearing a tropical shirt with a shell necklace, cargo shorts, tall socks and sneakers. He was tall, muscular and handsome. But his on-air personality, which mirrored the way he acted when the cameras were turned off, was problematic to say the least.

"I'm not gay, but I have gay friends," he told viewers within the first few minutes of his stream. "I consider myself a staunch ally of the LGBTQ community. But I have to say this: gays have the weirdest dating apps. I mean, like, we have our own dating apps but they're not uniquely geared for the hookup. I mean, hookups happen. But the other day, a subscriber in chat was telling me of an app called Cruisr and gave me a link to it. They were telling me it was 'the rage' with gay people. It's an app where you consent to sex in a public place at a designated location. You have no idea who will show up. All you know is that people who come to you -- or you come to them -- are a match. People will check out your profile, what your likes and dislikes are, sexual preferences etc. If there is a compatibility match, they get to see the meeting spot. You get a notification on your phone when someone interested is close by. And when something happens, it's supposed to be a spontaneous thing."

"Now there are levels of contact preference you can set. You can be like, 'Hey, you can see me but don't touch until I say so,' or you can consent to being touched. Violation of consent guidelines results in a permanent ban from the app. Theoretically, there are some guardrails in place, which is good. But still, this is kinda sketch. That hasn't stopped me from downloading it and seeing what's up. I'm just looking out for my gay friends, you know?"

Despite boldly claiming to be a "staunch ally" of the LGBTQ community, Shay has long been accused of peddling homophobia on his platform. In an interview he had with a guest, Shay described homosexuality as a "choice," but that he was "cool with choices." His ignorant comments drew sharp criticism from leading LGBTQ organizations. After receiving backlash, Shay issued an apology video and vowed to do better. He promised to make a charitable contribution to one of the LGBTQ organizations, but his check never arrived.

He was also known for engaging in queerbating, which involved him occasionally flirting with some of his male guests. When he performed physical stunts, Shay often appeared shirtless. He occasionally wrestled with his friends and fellow content creators. He sometimes pranked his friends by appearing completely naked at their doorsteps or seemingly public events. Shay displayed an overt macho competitiveness vibe that viewers often considered homoerotic. But every time bloggers and columnists started touching on possible queer subtext of his content, Shay would quickly assert his heterosexuality and marginalize the LGBTQ community.

Some of Shay's most controversial content involved catfishing on dating websites. One of his first notable "pranks" was to pose as a female otter on a dating site, schedule a date with a verified match and surprise the man. Shay attempted to jokingly seduce the man who arrived and filmed the incident, but he was aggressively rebuffed. Shay claimed it was a harmless prank, but criticism was swift and overwhelming on social media. He was accused of catfishing for clout and making light of a troubling trend found on dating sites and apps. He reluctantly issued an apology and provided his catfishing victim money, gift certificates and swag. But even the apology drew criticism since he turned that into another self-promotion vehicle. Nevertheless, his subscriber base grew.

"Now I know what you're all thinking: not again, Shay. Don't do it!" Shay said. "Relax, my dudes. I'm just checking out the app and what its whole deal is. The only way I can check out the app is to sign up and create a profile, which I'm doing now. Rest assured, I'll delete the profile and the app. I thought that maybe I can crowdsource the chat with what y'all think I should have on my profile."

Shay put up on his stream a video feed of his phone screen. He uploaded a photo of himself at the beach in a revealing speedo, sprawled out on a blanket under the sun with his shades on. "There is so much bulge," Shay joked. "I'll get so much mileage out of that."

He let out a deep belly laugh when someone in chat recommend that he refer to himself as a "muscle bottom boy," but insisted he was more of a "pitcher" type. He decided to go with "muscle bottom boy" because he thought the label was funny. He went through the exhaustive list of kinks and fetishes that he could apply onto his profile. He added handjobs, oral, anal and exhibitionism to his list of favorites because "that's what most gay people like." He joked that adding any of the more "adventurous" fetishes would get him in trouble. He took aim at those who had "crazy" fetishes and suggested they should "check their heads out." He admitted his prejudices were based on unspecified tropes he heard about in the community.

Shay put his phone aside and went onto the new subject, which was a video game he recently started playing. Cruisr was now in his rearview mirror. Unbeknownst to him, Shay's phone started receiving notifications from the app. He didn't realize that his profile was actually live and people were checking him out. He kept his notifications on silent while streaming so he was blissfully unaware.

Later that afternoon, Shay got an email from someone named Alec McDonald, a publicist writing on behalf of his client. The client, Peter Hogan, was a media mogul who was launching a new business venture. Shay didn't know who Peter was nor did he care to find out. All he knew was that Peter personally requested Shay to attend and emcee the venture's launch party event. Peter offered Shay ten thousand dollars for his time. Shay skimmed the email and narrowly focused on the money offer. He almost immediately responded to the offer with a yes. This was also convenient for Shay, who realized he only had to drive about an hour north to the next city over and hit the venue where the party was held. It was short notice. The event was happening the very next day, but that wasn't a problem for him. Money negated any scheduling conflicts that arose.

When he showed up for the launch party, Shay walked down from a parking garage and down one city block to a large nightclub called Fang. The club's outside walls contained pink and purple-themed murals that featured a variety of unique art styles. Shay saw artwork of a male wolf wearing a leather harness. There was also art featuring locally known drag performers. It didn't take much for Shay to put one and one together. This was a gay bar. Once the realization washed over him, Shay was suddenly self-conscious about all the homophobic and queerbating controversies he courted. He quickly tried to rehearse his rationale for producing that content if anyone asked him. Shay started mumbling to himself as he went over possible explanations.

There were a group of people hanging outside the club. Some of them were dressed in skimpy outfits while others were elaborately dressed in a colorful variety of fetish gear: spandex, leather, neoprene and illuminating jockstraps that left very little to the imagination. He was noticeably taken aback at first, but ten thousand dollars was ten thousand dollars. And besides, Shay had attended his share of wild parties. He figured he could just put his blinders on, attend the event, maybe sign a few autographs, and leave before he could overstay his welcome. Several partygoers waiting to be allowed inside glared at him. They knew. But some waved and he waved back. He tried to hype the crowd up by pounding his chest like a gorilla and making his signature screech, which sounded like an air horn. His fans loved it, but the crowd here covered their ears.

A limousine pulled up to Fang's front door. A red carpet was rolled out between the car door and the front door. One bouncer remained at the door to keep the line at bay while another bouncer helped clear a path for the limousine passenger. The car door was opened and out came a sharply dressed brown deer with gold-rim eyeglasses, diamond ear studs, black antlers and a custom-made suit with the finest fabrics. This was Peter. Peter spotted Shay and waved him over.

"Here's the real man of the hour!" Peter shouted and pointed to Shay. "Give it up for Shay!"

The crowd went from lethargic to enthusiastic. Shay waved both his arms up to energize the crowd. However, the crowd was more enthusiastic to see Peter, an eccentric millionaire entrepreneur, venture capitalist and political activist. Peter was well-liked in the area for his unwavering support of LGBTQ communities and his desire to use innovation to enhance the queer lifestyle.

Peter called for a cameraman to approach him as he walked toward Shay. He shook Shay's hand. "Thanks for coming! How are you doin', man?" he asked Shay.

"I'm great -- uh, well I'm glad to be here."

"Fantastic! Let's walk inside and get this show on the road."

"Sounds good to me!"

When he walked inside Fang, Shay was greeted with loud, booming music with the bass turned up, people dancing and grinding against each other underneath flashing, moving strobe lights. Fog machines were placed in each corner of the club. The music was turned down once Peter stepped in from behind Shay. Everyone cheered in the club. Peter stepped into the middle of the dance floor. Someone handed him a wireless microphone.

"What's going on, Fang?" Peter shouted into the microphone.

The crowd roared.

"That's what I like to fucking hear! I want to thank everyone for coming out -- in more ways than one -- to the launch party for my newest app, Cruisr!"

Shay looked around nervously. Something isn't right.

"Cruisr is an app that allows people like us -- people like you and me -- to connect with partners in fun and exciting ways. No more do you need to hurt for hookup spots in seedy bathrooms, at the park or rest stops. No more hoping the one you come across has similar interests. Cruisr allows users to put themselves on the map, literally, and those with matching interests can find them in the area at designated zones. These are safe spaces for fun. The 'fun' and trouble you want to get yourselves in is up to you, as long as no laws are broken. These zones will change and alternate every two hours. This is sexual innovation right at your paws and fingertips. You're only a few taps and swipes away from having an unforgettably spontaneous and thrilling moment with someone that's totally dialed into your frequency."

Then Peter turned to Shay. "Our guest of the hour is famous content creator and livestreamer Shay Seawater! Now I asked for Shay to join us this evening for one very simple reason. He is the first user to download the Cruisr app during its beta phase. I personally invited him to join."

Wait. What? Shay's heart was racing. This was a setup. He hands felt clammy. Peter admitted to be the user who provided Shay with a download link to Cruisr, knowing full well of his penchant for trolling on dating apps.

"Dude. Not cool," Shay muttered into Peter's ear.

"He just whispered in my ear that he thinks the app is super cool!"

The crowd cheered.

"What the hell, bro?"

"As you can see here," Peter said, pointing to a screenshot of Shay's profile taken from the livestream, "Shay took advantage of our profile functionality. Users can upload a photo of themselves so they're easily identifiable to potential cruising partners. Customize your role dynamic, kinks and interests to increase the likelihood of being matched with someone in the designated zone closest to you. Then the magic happens. And Shay, here, listed a lot of fun things he's into. For a 'staunch ally' of our community, he's proven to be much more than an ally."

The crowd cackled and cheered louder. Shay winced.

"What's wrong, Shay? You should be proud to live your truth."

Shay's first instinct was to shake his head and defiantly stomp his foot. This is total bullshit. Then again, Peter proved to be deceptive. He quickly considered his options. He could play along, deal with the embarrassment now and backpedal later. If Shay told the truth -- that he was fooling around with the app to marginalize the concept and its users -- he would be easily outnumbered. He had to admit deep down that Peter played him well. It was a lesson hard enough, but there was no time for contrition. This was a party. He was contracted to be there. Shay ultimately decided to say nothing, pretend the exposure he got was not a big deal -- except he looked around and saw clubgoers snapping photos and videos of him reacting to Peter's revealing presentation. The walls were closing in.

"And without further ado, let's hit the lights and party!"

Suddenly, the lights were turned on. Shay thought the lights inside the club would brighten, but not this. The room was covered in near-total darkness. Fog coming from the fog machines throughout the club intensified. The music was loud and pulsating. Unsure of what to do, Shay looked around and froze in place. He was still reeling with embarrassment from being exposed without proper context. He was fully aware that he received his comeuppance, but Shay had no clue what else would be in store.

He felt some hands and paws touching his back and chest. It started off as gentle rubbing, but quickly evolved into slow and sensual petting. Shay's first instinct was to rebuff the anonymous, turn his big tail around and make a beeline to the exit. Problem was he didn't know where the exit was. He was in a dark room full of smoke and mirrors.

"Look, guys. Gals. Whoever you are, I'm not interested. Thanks, but not interested," Shay said sternly.

"Your profile states otherwise, big guy," one voice said. "And if you weren't interested, why do you look so stiff down there?"

Shay was erect inside his shorts, which were now tented. His arousal defied explanation. He couldn't explain it. Shay could feel it, but once he looked down at his shorts and could confirm that the anonymous voice's perception was indeed real, he started to sweat. His heart began to race when his eyes scanned the floor from left to right and saw several exposed dicks of various sizes beside him that were being stroked, fondled and stretched. He couldn't recall a single time when he was in the company of other men engaging in sexual conduct, so he couldn't find a reference point for his arousal. This was a purely spontaneous moment that Shay could not rationally comprehend. But his instinct was telling him to not think or comprehend anything at all. Just give in.

Someone attempted to remove his tropical shirt. Once he raised his arms, the shirt was extracted. He was kissed by strangers on the lips, neck, from the top down -- all over his rubbery but sensitive skin. Some reached for his delicate nipples and began twisting them slightly. He hissed from a tingling of unexpected pleasure. His reaction triggered the person twisting his nipples to add more pressure. It didn't take him long at all to reach full mast. His shorts were pulled down. His tight, blue boxer-briefs were fondled and groped before they were removed. He was now completely naked. He was muscular, tender and wide. There was plenty of skin to worship and admire.

People took turns toying with his cock. He was stroked. His bulbous sac was rubbed and groped. He could feel the slithery sensation of tongues wrapping around his shaft, and small mouths taking as much as they possibly could. This was the first time he received oral from another man. The experience was nearly overwhelming since multiple men were taking turns servicing them. The pleasure he felt was otherworldly. At one point, he looked down and saw a slender snow leopard lovingly sucking his cock while sporting long striped socks, pink sissy skirt and a metallic cage. Shay almost mistook the snep for a girl, but seeing a man dressed like that and worshiping him while being down on their needs was extraordinarily hot; the mere sight of them brought him ever closer to the edge.

Shay didn't know the correct protocol to warn his cock-warmer when he was about to cum. He failed to form any coherent words -- just a couple of grunts and pants. But the snep was an expert. He watched Shay struggling, gritting his teeth, and thrashing his head about like a wild animal about to bust out of its metaphorical cage. He saw the signs. He felt the orca's member throbbing inside his maw. And when Shay finally did come, the snep immediately swallowed like he was drinking a glass of water. Shay's seed was thick, but not thick or plentiful enough to cause the snep to gag; it was warm, a tad salty but savory. Shay cocked his head back and panted heavily like he finished running a marathon.

But the evening was far from over.

A polar bear in a trucker hat walked up to Shay. The bear was virtually identical in size to Shay, but he was older and had a finely chiseled, hairy muscle gut that was his black tank-top shirt could barely conceal. "It appears we're a match, boy," he said in a darkly low growl.

"Oh, that wasn't a serious profile. I was just doing that --"

"For your fans? Maybe fans like me?" The bear massaged Shay's shoulders. "Let's be honest here. You wouldn't go through all the trouble of filling that out if you weren't interested or curious. Given you just gave the snow leopard over there a nice load and you seemed to enjoy it, I think my observations are rather on the nose."

"I'm not sure what to say."

"Then don't say anything at all. Turn around and face me, get down on your knees and start sucking."

Normally, Shay didn't approve of being ordered around from anyone. In fact, the orca was always the one in charge and he preferred it that way. But there was something about the bear's tone and demeanor that made him instinctively want to comply. And so, without saying another word, he turned around, dropped to his knees, and was soon facing the bear's thick cock. Seeing another man's cock so close to his face was intimidating at first, but there was a strong musk that demanded his undivided attention and submission.

What am I doing?

Nothing could prepare Shay for how natural it was for him to open his maw and guide someone else's cock into him. He tried convincing himself that the act of disgusting -- that this is something he truly did not want to do. He desperately wanted to believe that he was coerced into this situation. But he wasn't. He knew he wasn't. There was something deeply thrilling about him servicing a total stranger. Then he looked around and saw people surrounding him in a circle, jerking off at the sight of him reaching for the bear's cock, taking a cautious taste before devouring half of its length.

Once he could taste the length, its fleshy texture and pungency, Shay started to wonder if he was actually living a lie. For years, he dated women and was convinced that dating women was his only sexual preference. He couldn't possibly be interested in anything else. But when he engaged in any sort of intimacy with a woman, Shay did so with a sense of societal obligation -- or what he thought was a societal obligation. He went through the motions, did the paint by numbers. He did what he thought was necessary to feel like a real man. Now he realized he didn't experience the kind of wildly passionate heat that he felt inside the club. There was an effortlessness to it. A peace of mind. Mindless. He was happily empty-headed, searching for pleasure as soon as he figured out what pleasure was supposed to feel like. He never realized the pleasure he was feeling now could be so intensely acute. He was down on his knees, servicing a stranger like an eager slut awaiting his master's seed.

Shay was not a cock-sucking pro by any means. The jaw action needed work. There was some teeth in the way. But his inexperience fueled his desire to learn on-the-fly as long as it meant that he was pleasing the bear -- someone he never met. He tried his best to cover every square inch of the bear's reddened phallus; it was surprisingly tasty. The bear showed no emotion, though. All he did was rest his large paw on Shay's head and rub him approvingly once he started bobbing his head back and forth.

"For such a mouthy streamer, you're not half-bad. I bet your virgin asshole is a lot tighter, though."

Shay could hear Peter from close by saying, "Someone is having too much fun with him. I'll have you know that I invited him here. He's my prey," he said to the bear.

"Can I, at least, give them something nice to swallow?"

"But of course!"

Shay raised an eyebrow after hearing Peter and the bear talk. He was somewhat concerned his tailhole being toyed with. After all, he never dreamed in a million years of this happening to him. How much pain was he going to feel? Will it be too much pain or not enough pleasure? Would he accept or reject that feeling? He looked from the corner of his eye as Peter walked past him wearing a bulge-hugging red jockstrap and not much else. At one point, Peter got undressed and discarded the suit. The deer had some muscle on him and was definitely no pushover. He looked a little scruffy, kept in shape, and had some mighty fine hips. Shay kept his eyes on Peter until the bear took action. The bear took his head and pushed him further in, taking in more length until he was on the verge of choking. Now Shay was excited. He wanted to finish the bear quickly.

He quickly bobbed his head back and forth. Shay moved so quickly that the bear's big balls were swinging hard, occasionally hitting his chin.

"Here I come, orca bitch. Take it all!"

One throb. Two throbs. Three throbs and the bear unleashed inside Shay's maw. Shay couldn't swallow all of it. Thick cum dribbled from his lips and down his chin. Shay's heart nearly skipped when he saw flashes of light. People were taking photos of him on the club floor, naked, with his face covered in jizz. He was embarrassed, for sure, but he was also riled up. He was exposed. Everyone knew he was a cocksucker. His erection slowly returned. How could it not? Everything was out in the open now. No turning back. Nothing could be remotely described as discrete. The only thing was that he wasn't entirely sure what would happen next.

"Here's some lube for ya, bud. But first thing's first. Got to check out the goods," Peter said. He ordered Shay to lay on his stomach. Shay complied.

All the orca would see were several footpaws standing around him. He looked up slightly and saw a row of cocks dangling above him. He felt thick, warm and gooey droplets of cum landing on the back of his head. Shay managed to catch a few good looks at Peter before he disappeared. He could no longer see him, only feel him. He felt someone's warm tongue move around the base of his tailhole before sliding right in. Oh my God! He was a little ticklish back there, but he was surprised by how stimulating the sensation was. He was treated to a thorough rimming by Peter, who made it abundantly clear that he was hungry for Shay's tail. What started as concern soon became fiery anticipation. He was being teased. Now he wanted the real deal.

Shay's anticipation wavered slightly when he felt Peter's lube-covered fingers entering his tailhole. Oh... oh what is this? He couldn't think straight. The deer had slender fingers, fortunately. But it was just a preview. Peter slowly made his way in. Shay yelped once he felt the slightest stinging pain of penetration.

"This is quite tight. I like it, but I'm going to keep going in," Peter warned. "Get ready."

Peter carefully guided his shaft into Shay. He heard Shay bellow from pain, but the orca desperately tried to not make any further noise. He didn't want to come across as weak. I can take it, he thought. But once Peter managed to reach his prostate, Shay's eyes opened wide. His big tail whipped up into the air and landed with a thud. Peter placed both of his hands on Shay's smooth sides. He gripped tightly onto Shay and he began to thrust.

I'm being fucked!

Shay would've never imagined himself in such a submissive role, being fucked by a deer -- a herbivore! How was this possible? But he didn't have a whole lot of time to dwell on the notion of being mounted by a species normally considered as prey. The pleasure he felt was almost mythical in intensity. He looked down at the floor and felt sweat dripping from his sleek forehead. As Peter ratcheted up his speed, Shay couldn't help but leak precum. He couldn't stop thinking how hard and thick the deer's cock was while he was being ravaged.

"You take his big cock like a bitch!" one partygoer said to Shay. "I knew you smelled like a bitch as soon as you walked in here."

The partygoer, a blue dragon, got onto his knees and positioned himself before Shay. He wore a leather vest but was naked from the waist down. He offered Shay his cock. In a moment of sexual ecstasy and pure mindlessness, Shay eagerly took the cock into his maw and sucked. He was no longer caught off-guard by the brazen exhibitionism happening all around him. Nearly the entire club smelled like sex and sweat. He was getting pounded. He was sucking dick. All Shay could think about was the next load someone would deposit into him. The orca wanted to be bred. He wanted to be treated like a cum-guzzling whore. Any conscience of doubt or resentment was gone. He knew he was fully exposed as he laid naked on the dance floor, but that only enhanced his intrigue. He simply wanted pleasure in any conceivable way he could get it.

Shay was drenched in sweat and anonymous cum. His cock was harder than it's ever been. He felt electricity surging through his prostate and his loins every time Peter ferociously jabbed his prostate. The dragon's delightfully long cock was warm and tender. Shay looked flush as he tightened his tailhole, making Peter work a little harder to get in and out. But for Peter, the effort was worth it. After his cock throbbed wildly for a few seconds, Peter unloaded inside Shay with several thick, creamy spurts of cum. It was such a shameless act and an even more shameless position he found himself in, but he wanted more. He couldn't believe that he wanted more, but desperation continued coursing through his veins like a highly addicting drug.

"Just fuck his brains out," Peter told someone out of Shay's sight.

The party lasted well into the evening. Shay didn't see half of the men who fucked him that night. He lost count. He recalled how he loved to be used as a cum dumpster with a revolving door of creatures taking turns. He was occasionally caught by surprise by someone's powerful grasp, but he liked being pinned and penetrated, used and abused. He appreciated the thought of being unable to overpower anyone wanting to have their way. Shay was a big orca. He could, but chose not to. Peter recognized that early on. Shay maintained his adrenaline levels throughout the impromptu gangbang. He seemingly came several times and left a pile of his plentiful seed on the floor, but that didn't matter. His orgasms didn't matter. He narrowly focused on being a servant. The more authoritative his partners were, the more willing he was to abide -- if that meant he could taste their thick semen and feel their hot passionate and glutinous semen covering the inside of his tailhole. He no longer swallowed with a shiver as cum went down his throat. He swallowed with renewed purpose.

The festivities didn't last forever. When all was said and done, Shay was given a towel, told to clean up and put his clothes back on. He complied. But his body ached all over like he spent one too many hours deadlifting at the gym. During his afterglow, Shay didn't speak to anyone. There was nothing he could say -- nothing he wanted to say out loud. He just endured one of the most sexually thrilling escapades in his life. Shay realized he subconsciously laid the groundwork for him to come to grips with his sexuality, which he'd inadvertently repressed. It felt amazing to explore that in a safe space. After that particular event concluded, everyone involved was responsible for cleaning up and restoring the place. Humbled by the experience, Shay contributed to the cleanup, kept his head down and blended in, though he had some trouble walking.

Peter got back into his suit, wandered around Fang to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. He headed to the back patio and invited Shay to join him.

The back patio was a spacious area with cobblestone flooring and wood panel walls covered in vines and bamboo. Peter sat on a wooden bench and lit a cigarette. Shay couldn't believe how calm and casual Peter was after their sweaty fuck session -- as if nothing had transpired between them. I guess what happens in the club stays in the club, Shay figured. But there was some trepidation. He wasn't entirely sure the orca getting gangbanged in there was who he actually was. Perhaps he got lost in the heat of the moment and wasn't in the right mind. Maybe he felt coerced into it. Or maybe...

"Hey big fella, come over here and sit with me," Peter said, waving Shay over. Shay cautiously sat beside Peter on the bench. "Did you have some fun today?"

Shay looked down at the ground. "Not sure if I'd go with 'fun' or 'out-of-body experience.' I think it's a little bit of column A and B," he sheepishly replied.

"Fair enough."

"I could use a shower."

"Yeah. You smell like everyone in there. It suits you."

The humbled livestreamer paused. He couldn't stop thinking about how much his heart raced as he was fucked while sucking dick to the cacophony of loud, deep pleasureful grunts inside the club. He was forcibly awakened from his repressive sexual trance. He couldn't stop getting hard from recalling these moments, especially the moment when he gazed upon Peter's sly smile as he walked past him naked, en route to his backside. Peter brandished that same smile, once again, with Shay in the back patio. It was the look that communicated a very simple message to Shay: You're my new toy.

"Your secret is safe with us, by the way," Peter assured Shay. "We're not going to tell the whole world about what happened in there. Everyone involved signed a non-disclosure agreement prior to entering the club. You can return to your little streaming world and play in that box. But you know where to go and who to call to take you out of that."

"I appreciate that."

Shay stuck around for two hours before leaving. He had a couple of drinks, got hammered, took photos with some attendees and signed autographs. He remained fairly muted for the rest of that evening. He downed a couple of shots, and summoned a mobility service to pick him up and drop him off at a hotel close by. He booked a room, stumbled into the elevator on the way there, leaned against the elevator wall while he held onto his head. He barely had enough energy to swipe his room key card. Once he made it inside the room, Shay made a beeline to the bed, fell face down on the blankets and fell asleep.

When he returned for his next livestream episode, Shay was uncharacteristically reflective. He wasn't his usual bubbly and charismatic self. He looked directly at the camera and smoke candidly to his audience.

"For the past couple of years, I've said and did some things that took aim at the LGBTQ community. It took me a while to realize that I was targeting a group of people that weren't targeting me back; that a lot of what I did was kinda one-sided, you know? Kinda brutal," he told viewers. "I grew up in a household where it was common to throw around the f-word and believe that dating someone of the same sex was somehow an affront to everything we hold dear in our society. But when gay people were allowed to marry, society didn't crumble. Human civilization didn't end as we knew it. When society began to accept transgendered people more, I didn't find myself thinking, 'That man wants to be a woman now (or vice versa) and that bothers me.' I met some people recently and when they introduced themselves to me, I wasn't doing mental gymnastics over their gender identity. It was just like, 'Nice to meet you,' and I saw them as, well, people. There was nothing to get hung up about.

"I learned a few things about myself too."

Shay paused, took a deep breath and exhaled thoroughly. "See, the thing is: I always thought that I had to date women because it was something I felt I was supposed to do. But who specifically was telling me that I was 'supposed' to do that? No one, actually. But that thought was ingrained in me. I remember thinking that I had to date certain women to uphold my personal brand. But then it was like: Why? Why does my brand take precedence over actual love? Am I really in love with this person or am I imagining that I'm in love because of the heteronormative standards I imposed upon myself?

"Basically, this is my roundabout way of saying that I'm open. I'm open to exploring new possibilities as far as what I want out of a relationship and who I want to have a relationship with -- if that makes sense."

Someone in the stream chat asked if he was "coming out."

Shay drummed his fingers across his desk in contemplation. Then he replied, "Someone asked me in chat if this was basically me coming out of the proverbial closet. The answer is yeah, I guess."

To his pleasant surprise, the chat erupted in rainbow, party hat and party popper emojis. The chat was overwhelmingly supportive of him coming out. He looked at the fast-moving chat, tried to keep up with all the messages bombarding him. But when he saw the outpouring of support from his fans, Shay discovered that he no longer had to suppress that side of himself. This inspired him to relax his shoulders, let go of the abrasiveness that was lodged in his chest, and smile with the most satisfied grin he's ever brandished.

Shay's voice started to quiver with emotion. "Seriously. Y'all have no idea how much this means to me. I just want to say --"

BZZT!

Shay was rattled by something off-camera. He gritted his teeth, adjusted himself in his seat and nervously tugged on his shirt collar. "I'm going to wrap the stream up shorter than planned today," he said. "But tune in tomorrow for a full episode when I sit down with professional esports player Sonic Fox. You don't want to miss it. Shay Seawater signing off!"

Shay couldn't end the stream soon enough. Once he cut the feed and ended his broadcast, Shay rose from his seat and carefully waddled out of the room. Outside his house, Peter sat in the back of his limousine. He was checking his phone. On the phone was an app he developed, which connected him wirelessly to an anal plug Shay clearly had inside of him. As Shay made his way to the limo, he grunted and groaned to the vibrations and pulsations from the thick plug. When the orca finally arrived and hopped inside the limousine, he whined to Peter. "Dude, you're riding me too hard. I had to cut the stream prematurely and --"

Peter calmly lowered his sunglasses. "You asked for this, pet," he said. "Now close the door and get on your knees in front of me. I want my knob polished before we arrive at the restaurant for our lunch date."

"Yes, sir."

Shay was ten thousand dollars richer, but the money certainly didn't entice him to start sucking his new boyfriend off at the drop of a hat.