Chewing on his lower lip, Lucien adjusts the simple black masquerade mask he has on, lifting his hands to the back of his head to ensure the butterfly knot is secure. His body quivers slightly, displaying the nerves he's experiencing despite this being more of a routine now. He'd started an account, Enyalius, on the platform, OnlyFans, a few months back on a bit of a whim to satisfy some of his curiosities and urges by dealing with them the best way a scientist can - through experimentation. The name of his account is a nod to his moniker with the Black Swan Core; Ares, since Enyalius had been used as another title for the God of War. It is fitting in its own way.

The first live show he'd had hadn't gathered too large of an audience, as expected, for a newcomer, who had no social media presence just yet but it had gone well. Swimmingly well enough for him to have continued with shows on a weekly basis on every Saturday afternoon. He'd enjoyed the type of attention and interactions he was able to attain from the platform that elevated the intimacy of what would have been purely regular jack off sessions for him. Since only subscribers who had paid at least thirty dollars a month could view his content and shows, he had no issues dealing with trolls. Weekends also tend to be the prime time for him to engage in extended self-love bouts of passion. Sharing it with strangers from all over the world had taken the experience up another notch expectedly and all he'd had to do was trust his instincts; go with the flow of the interactions during his performances.

It's another one of those occurrences today and Lucien's not missed a weekly live stream thus far. He's certainly not going to this fine afternoon, especially considering how excited and already turned on he is for it. The researcher's all too aware of how swollen his member is under his trousers as he takes up his position before his camera set-up. Afternoons are his preferred choice for his shows because, for some odd reason, he has many fans from the States - it's Friday evening for them when it's Saturday afternoon in Loveland and his schedule ensures a larger viewership according to OnlyFans' analytics page for his account.

Tapping on the go-live button to launch his live streaming set-up, Lucien turns on his web camera and microphone before making a quick check of how good his lighting looks. Or rather, how good he looks in it. He'd opted for natural lighting today, given the generally accurate weather forecast which had predicted a warm and sunny day in Loveland City. He flashes a smile at the camera, scooting back to take up his approximate position for the show. Satisfied with how the light shines over his hair and lights up the minimal skin he has exposed by his delicately prepared ensemble through the wide set French windows of his bedroom, he adjusts his in-ear Bluetooth earphones before glancing at the digital clock on his laptop. There's just one minute before it's noon. The start of his show.

He can tell that there's a sizeable audience chilling in the virtual lobby already, waiting for his show to begin. It's no surprise, given how much engagement his teasers in the form of photos, short clips and stories had garnered over the last two days on both his OnlyFans page and the Moments page he'd started, purely dedicated to his Enyalius cam shows. The posts had involved a variety of shots of him; with his thighs spread wide, of his bare collarbones, a hint of his boxers above the waistband of his pants and a couple of accessories on his body. It had been slightly unusual for Lucien, seeing that he doesn't typically wear them much.

However, he'd posted a poll at the end of last Saturday's show regarding the type of outfit he should try on for the next one and within 24 hours, he'd had his clear winner - the costume of an idol. One of his producer friends at Miracle Finder Studio has a friend and colleague who is a very popular idol. Lucien had met the guy a couple of times in the past during shows and he had a vague idea of what idol fashion looks like at present just from the costumes he rocks up in. Using that information, he'd put together a get-up that would fit the theme. He'd have asked around if it were good enough but that could potentially give away what he's up to if someone were to stumble on his show and he doesn't need that.

As the seconds tick by, the professor's heart rate spikes and he quickly pulls up the RnB playlist he's prepared in advance for this show to ensure it's well-paced. To begin streaming, he clicks on the start live video button on his page before also going ahead with the music. Lucien's swift to turn about, allowing his back to greet his audience first while he rocks on his knees slowly, bouncing his ass about in a rhythmic manner to the beat of the music. "I'm just a bachelor… I'm looking for a partner… Someone who knows how to ride… without even falling off" croons Ginuwine in the background. Pony is a bit of a clichéd choice, the neuroscientist had noted but the groovy beginning of the song has just what he's looking for to kick start his show.

Lifting his ass a little, he perks it up expertly, allowing his camera to get a full view of it. He's all too aware that his derriere isn't the largest but there's a lot one can do by arching to accentuate their curves and Lucien has enough experience with cybersex to play up his assets to downright perfection. He continues his slow grind, gyrating his hips sensually on his King bed, while his fingertips casually run through his silky dark waves to lightly graze the soft flesh right at the ends of his locks and above the collar of his black turtleneck shirt.

Cooing softly over the sounds of Ginuwine singing, Lucien crawls forward before shaking his hips seductively, running his hands along the sides of his lean form, over the coat he has on before they land on his hips. He shimmies slightly, wearing a devilish smirk as he turns about on his knees in a smooth fashion. The black mask he has on does a good job of covering most of the top half of his face whilst allowing his subscribers to have a view of his smiles and well, whatever he wishes to do with his mouth. Opening his thighs up while he continues to bounce a little on his knees from the energy he's feeding off from the music, he casually drops a thumb into his right pants pocket at the front. Lucien leans back marginally before straightening his back so that it looks like he's towering over his audience before he fixes them with an intense stare. His free arm casually shifts forth to dangle between his legs before he greets his subscribers.

"Good morning, good afternoon and good evening to all of you. Thank you for continuing to subscribe to me over these last few months. I appreciate it. Oh! Thank you for renewing your subs for the next few months and tipping me already. We're just getting started and I've got a sexy show planned for all of us to get down and dirty with. On the poll I ran last week, you selected the outfit of an idol for today's live stream. Let me know your thoughts on what I'm wearing today. Are you excited to… have some fun with your favourite pop star today?"

He drops his voice a little at the question he's laid out, purring rivetingly as the song comes to an end, winking at his captive audience while he runs his hands up and down his spread inner thighs and over his outfit. Lucien always speaks with a British accent when he's on OnlyFans, leaning into what he'd picked up at King Edward boarding High School which he'd been enrolled into as a teenager in the UK by the Black Swan Core. The tone he employs is also lower than the one he utilises at work. It's similar to the deeper one he uses as Ares, just to prevent anyone from recognising his voice. The thought of one of his students realising it's him because of the familiarity of his speech patterns is devastating and he hopes that he's able to continue with his streams, without placing his career in jeopardy. This is an escapism of sorts, seeing that he can't have a lengthy relationship with anyone, even if it's just a sexual arrangement, because of his other life with Black Swan. It made things like that close to impossible.

This is as good as it can get though and Lucien relaxes against the propped-up pillows behind him. Stretching his legs out forward, his fingertips toy with the chain clipped to the coat he has on while he laps at his lower lip playfully, reading some of the comments in his chat. They're flowing by rapidly, but he catches glimpses of people complimenting his outfit and stating that they can't wait to see him peel off his layers one by one. "Mmm, and I'm excited to show off my body just for you too. Tell me what you'd like to see first, baby."

Using a term of endearment helps to personalise the experience, giving the viewer the illusion that they're the exact one being addressed by Lucien and he sends a cheeky grin to his camera before his fingers grip the ends of his bolo tie which features a tsavorite stone. The reason he'd gone with so many articles of clothing was so he could prolong the teasing of his audience and well, himself to a certain degree too. Crossing his right leg so that his shin presses up against the back of his warm laptop, Lucien pushes it forward to give the audience a better view of the front of his pants which is pitching a tent from his arousal as well as to show off the accessories he has on.

Abruptly tugging on one end of his tie, the lecturer sputters out over the music, effectively choking himself for his audience before he smiles yet again despite the wetness in his eyes from the sudden suffocating sensation. He moans softly, revelling in the tightness around his neck muscles as they flex under his turtleneck sweater and dress shirt before he slowly loosens his tie, hooking his fingers under the gemstone to lower it. "Fuck. I wish you were here right now, with your hands around my neck, squeezing it so firmly before you massage it up and down. Don't you?"

Lucien's lashes flutter as his hands come up to coil around his neck, allowing his fingers to press into the sides of it gradually before he throws his head back, sighing pleasantly at the wonderful sensation. Fixating his gaze on the commentary that is going on while he's toying with himself, he beams at what he finds before placing his hands against his inner thighs. He gradually drags his fingertips along them until they settle over his boner.

Without preamble, he gives his member a pointed squeeze with just the lengths of his appendages, emphasising how thick and long it is as it leans against the apex of his left upper thigh. Soft mewls of pleasure escape Lucien before he pumps his hips upwards salaciously, allowing his hands to explore his prominent bulge. Slowly, he pops his pants button free, tugging his belt out of its loops and buckle prior to unzipping his pants. "It's too bad we're miles away right now. Or I'd turn around and let you spank me with this belt for being such a naughty, little thing - going online on OnlyFans to let thousands of unknown individuals watch me perform live when I know all that you want is an exclusive, private one-on-one showcase with yours truly."

He tosses his dark leather belt to the ground, with force, out of the camera's shot to let it land with a loud thud before sneaking a hand through the fly of his trousers to grab at his conspicuous package. A low, guttural groan escapes his parted lips at how amazing his hand feels around his covered phallic member and he stares at his reflection through half-hooded eyes brimming with lust in them. The tips and comments are flying in at how swiftly his show is escalating and Lucien takes a few deep breaths to steady himself while he feels his shaft growing in both directions from the precious friction around it.

Naturally, many subscribers are clamouring for more, wanting to see and enjoy the big reveal but he'll just have to keep them waiting. At least, for a few. After all, teasing is his forte. He notes how he has a cowlick from how he'd mussed his hair up earlier and attempts to quickly flatten it but it continues to stick up awkwardly. Lucien decides not to provide it further attention; he'll deal with it after his show instead. He supposes it gives him an oddly charming vibe in a sense. Right now, he needs to focus on amping up the ante.

Shrugging his shoulders, he allows his pristine coat to slide off his form, efficiently unclipping the metallic clips and chains hanging from the lapels in front of his dress shirt. He places them next to him on the mattress before tugging the suit jacket off his arms and quickly runs his digits over his thin shirt, feeling up the soft fabric. They settle right above his nipples and despite having two layers of clothing between the bare buds and his large hands, Lucien still strives to tease them, gently vibrating the pads of his fingers over his pecs. "So close… yet so far. I think we can do a little better."

Another song comes to its climax, allowing the academician the opportunity to whisper to his audience, thriving in the knowledge that his expensive earbuds will be picking every noise up. Having said that, he embarks on unbuttoning his shirt at an excruciatingly slow pace with one hand while his other palms at his engorged organ, subtly adjusting it to the centre of his groin so that people can see the outline of it through the gap in his fly. Goosebumps begin to rise on his flesh as he gets closer to becoming completely naked in front of thousands of strangers with each step he takes.

"Mmm, all I hear and see in the chat is more, more, more, greedy gluttons… but I don't quite see what I need to be able to show you more. I think you can do a little better than that, my thirsty, little slut." Lucien adopts his deep, authoritative tone as he commands this. Since his very first show on OnlyFans, the TV consultant has always made it known to his subscribers that he's a switch - he tends to dominate most of the time in the bedroom. However, he'd realised it would be quite difficult to act in a similar fashion on an interactive live stream, where he would have to loosen his rein on everything he gets up to, so viewers feel like they have a choice in how his shows progress. He's quite adept at making it seem that way but his displays typically follow the plans he's laid out in his head anyway.

His viewers are also made up of people of all genders which means that he has to put on a show that doesn't turn off most individuals. It's not an easy task by any means and the scientist often wonders if he is going too far and pushing past the boundaries of what a certain group might find attractive. Considering how well he's been able to retain and grow his audience though, he posits that he must be faring decently well. Lucien's dark eyes, framed perfectly by his masquerade mask, almost sparkle under the natural lighting as the comments become raunchier and more descriptive in nature while the tips start to rise drastically. It's not like he needs the money that he's making off the site; he's paid handsomely well at Loveland University as the leading researcher in the Neuroscience field. But he enjoys seeing how desperate people are to see him naked. And this is one of a few ways that it can be done on OnlyFans. If this were a partner in bed though, he'd be paid by their reactions as he teases them to the brink of orgasm which would be just as fun. Perhaps even more so.

Reaching for the metallic edges of his bolo tie, the researcher drags the sharper ends along the centre of his now exposed dark turtleneck sweater. He lets it caress the outline of his cleavage with how snugly the material stretches across his trim chest for a few seconds, imagining someone else's hand doing this same motion instead, prior to discarding it. Leaning forward, Lucien peels his shirt off his form, fingers flying through the buttons speedily, before throwing it out of the camera frame. Finding one end of his dark scarf that hangs around his neck, his nimble fingers pull on it before he launches it over his web camera. The material is sheer which means everyone is seeing a filtered version of him through his camera's lens at the moment but the quality of the images is still as clear as the start of the show. He's checked.

His hands drop to his nether regions again, attracted to them like moths drawn to a flame. Walking his fingertips from the base of his erection to the tip, he lets out soft groans, bringing a fist up to his mouth to bite hard against the back of it. He cocks his hips up slightly, drawing abject emphasis towards his fingers as they toy with the engorged head of his sheathed manhood, massaging it slowly through his briefs. His grunts turn muffled with how hard his teeth are digging into his own flesh while he teases himself. It's impossible not to feel how much pre-cum he's already leaked out with how one darkened spot of the fabric of his briefs is clinging on to his boner and he pointedly vibrates the pad of his digits over it. More viscous liquid starts to ooze out under his boxers and Lucien decides he's had enough.

Releasing the hand he's been sinking his incisors into, he slides it over his sweater and under his briefs to solidly grab at his hard-on before crying out loudly in pleasure as his back arches. Fuck, it feels so damn amazing. "Ohhh, fuck. Yes, baby. Right there…" Leisurely, he embarks on his journey of jerking himself off for his audience which is getting rowdier in the chat. He stares at it through the bedroom eyes he sends their way, trying to soak up as many vivid details as possible while people describe how they're touching themselves. To him. It's such an erotic sensation that cannot be replicated in any way apart from potentially streaming on other sites. But Lucien knows that even staged and filmed porn clips and films will not be able to produce this same heady euphoria.

Lifting his hips, he hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and shoves them down at one go along with his slacks. The audience is finally able to see the prominent bite marks he's left behind on his skin, nearly breaking it earlier with the relentless movements of his jaw. He opts to remove his trousers completely, raising his legs as he does so while giving the camera a prolonged view of the soles of his feet. Lucien wiggles his toes before grabbing the scarf that covers his camera lens with them.

He drops it along his left thigh before getting comfortable. Foot fetish isn't as rare of a kink as people would imagine it is. It's not one of Lucien's top ones and those he has engaged with on a physically intimate level are aware that he's got quite the laundry list of kinks but it doesn't hurt to appeal to the masses if they enjoy it. Momentarily, he reaches for the scarf, but with his hands this time, and loops it around the engorged head of his erection. The academician friskily drags the thin material about, swinging his cock from right to left whilst simultaneously squeezing it with just the scarf engulfing his member. Deep, wordless groans of anticipation escape him from how breathtakingly phenomenal the additional friction feels. It's all he's been thinking about since this morning and he's delighted things are finally coming to fruition. Satisfied with the sensations he has encountered, Lucien unwraps the scarf before abandoning it to the floor.

Fixating his fiery gaze on his camera, he smiles, caressing the now-revealed leather straps of the harness he's been wearing under the multiple layers of idol clothing which are diagonally interwoven around the apex of his thighs, hips and flat Adonis belt. The rest of the harness is still hidden from prying eyes under his top but that too will be revealed later. There's a hint of a tiny butterfly tattoo right under his V line and Lucien slips his digits beneath one of the dark straps that is enveloping his bare, pale skin to drag little circles across his flesh with his nails. His other hand, however, teases the soft flesh of the inside of his right thigh, trailing over his bare skin from his knee all the way up to his nether regions.

Pinching himself during his ascent, he writhes and howls lustily, enjoying the momentary sting of pain and pleasure on his flesh. His dick twitches hard, coming to life as Lucien shimmies his hips in a titillating manner. There's no longer any material standing between his observers and his manhood and the researcher cups his sacs, kneading them with his fingers while they glimpse at the dark, silicone cock ring he's placed around the base of his hard-on before the show had commenced. A quick time check shows that he'll be able to keep it on for another 10 minutes at least which will ensure he lasts longer. His other hand strokes over the one-inch thick leather bindings around his hips before coiling around the midsection of his shaft to jack himself off unhurriedly.

Lucien's rigid member feels so heavy and hot in his hand, practically at full mast from how stimulated he is by the filthy scenario he finds himself in. Many of his viewers are responding well to his reveal, relishing the downright obscene sight that is greeting them from the commentary they're leaving behind on his stream. The professor adjusts the ring slightly, low, needy moans punching out of his lungs and echoing in his bedroom while his audience posts lewd messages of having their dicks and pussies out while they touch themselves to the risqué show he's putting on for them. He's beginning to perspire under his sweater as the temperature around him feels like it has risen a few degrees. Scratching at his neatly trimmed pubic hairs, he lifts his fingers to dance the tips along his leaking glans, stimulating his slit with quick circular motions.

His stormy gaze searches the lens of his camera again as if he's staring into the souls of the people watching him before he lifts his slick right index and middle fingers. Glinting under the soft glow of the afternoon sun, his appendages shine with a thin layer of pre-cum coating them as he displays them. Maintaining eye contact with his audience, he parts his mouth and laps at his bottom lip before driving his slick digits into his mouth. Lucien sucks hard and hungrily, hollowing his cheeks out to tighten them around his long fingers. Nutty, musky and umami flavours tantalise the rough taste buds of his tongue as he presses his appendages over them, lapping at them quickly while he stares down at his fans.

Pulling his fingers out of his warm mouth, he laves his firm muscle over his upper lip, chasing after the remains of his familiar flavour before cooing hedonistically. "Tastes so fucking good. I wish you could, too." Immediately after, he sticks his tongue up and out to dance the tip of it along the length of his other digits wantonly, creating a grand and salacious display of his actions for his subscribers. The messages swarming his chat section almost read like rallying cries, coaxing Lucien to suck harder yet again. He chuckles softly under his breath, adjusting his masquerade mask before he swipes his thumb over his opening repeatedly. "Mmm, fuuuuuuck."

Applying additional pressure right against his slit, he lets his other fingers caress the tiny ridge where his shaft meets his mushroom head. Stimulating his frenulum at an unrelenting rate causes more of his juices to ebb out of his penis orifice and Lucien's quick to collect them with his thumb. The researcher sticks it past his lips and sucks noisily on his digit, groaning hard at his own taste. Fuck, it would be more fun if someone else could be doing this with him right now on a physical level.

Shutting his eyes, he loses himself to his own savour, massaging his throbbing length hard. Lucien notes that he could use a little more lubrication around his cock to increase the speed of his strokes and reluctantly retracts his thumb from his mouth. Reaching for his side table, he retrieves two bottles of flavoured lube that he'd set aside before the show had launched and shows it off to his audience. "I could use your help with picking the lube I'm going to be pouring on this cock that is so girthy, thick and hard for you right now before you fuck yourself silly into Sunday with it. Right after you've settled in between my legs and sucked me off like a perfect, little cumslut, of course. The two options I have here are Chocolate Delight which is water-based and some Strawberry Liquid. I haven't tried either before but they've been reviewed well on online spaces." Lucien narrows his eyes, watching as people share their choices. Chocolate seems to win out by quite the margin and the researcher quickly puts away the other bottle before snapping its lid open.

He pours a generous amount all over his member, watching it stir yet again as the neuroscientist hisses loudly from how cool the liquid feels, especially juxtaposed against the warm weather outside. A glance at his live stream playthrough shows how the fluid dribbles along the groove on the underside of his dick before trickling down smoothly to his scrotum. Lucien smiles at the venereal sight, working the substance all over his shaft, admiring how beautiful it looks as it gleams under the lighting he has going on. His thumb traces the prominent vein that's at the centre of his shaft before rubbing his fingers together to evaluate if it's good.

"Hmm. Not too runny and not too thick. Certainly not sticky either. But how does it taste…? Aren't you curious?" It's hard to clamp down on the scientist side of him, with how big of a role it plays with regards to his character and motivations in life. Lucien unreservedly loves to test out and experiment with as many variables as possible and sexually, he's no different. Widening the smile that's gracing his lips currently, he lets his tongue dart out to lap at the fingers he's lifted to his face before humming thoughtfully at what entices his palate.

"Surprisingly not sweet at all which makes it perfect. But it's starting to get hot in here." Lucien continues to wank his cock, increasing the tempo of how he beats his meat as he mulls over how he should approach the next order of things to do in his mental list. The last bit of clothing he has to remove from his form is his turtleneck top. However, it's not as straightforward because of how tight the collar is around his neck. There's a high possibility that his mask will come off together with it and well, that would be disastrous. Someone from Loveland could be subscribed to him and it could have repercussions on his lustrous career as a leading researcher.

Releasing his vice-like grip around his erection, Lucien lifts himself on his knees before spinning around to give his audience a view of his bare derrière. He bounces his hips about, letting his firm, toned glutes shake about temptingly while he hooks his fingers under his sweater and tugs it with one fluid motion off his torso, baring it to his viewers inch by inch. The leather harness forms a stunning criss-cross pattern over his naked, creamy back and shoulders as they connect at the front.

As expected, his mask falls off but all the audience is able to see is the back of his head. Lucien picks it up hastily, continuing to groove along to the music while he balances himself on his knees before tying a butterfly loop behind his head as the ruffled mask is placed over the top half of his face again. He adjusts it marginally until he's satisfied but he doesn't stop with his slow, sexy dance, keen to keep his subscribers' attention on his lascivious display instead of his mishap. He should have factored this in when preparing for the show but without a full rehearsal, it's easy for things to slip his notice at times. Trailing his fingers along his ribs he takes his regular position again, exposing the front of his body to the camera.

Lucien draws particular scrutiny towards the intricate butterfly pattern of his harness that covers his flat tummy, caressing the soft leather to highlight its shape. The contours of his abs and the scars on his abdomen are barely visible under the design of his harness unlike the lush happy trail leading the viewers' eyes from the abdomen of the butterfly towards his groin. Lucien strokes his fingers through the thin strands of hair that are littered along the path towards the promised land, combing through it casually as he relaxes and gets comfortable.

His nipples are so swollen and erect, standing on proud display with how the harness curves around his smooth, soft yet firm pecs, accentuating his cleavage wonderfully. Lucien wonders if any of his viewers are admiring how well the harness fits him, almost as if it's been tailor-made just for him. Bringing both of his hands up, he massages his pectoral muscles before squeezing his buds between the length of his index and middle fingers, wiggling them to increase the vibrations he's experiencing.

It's hard to miss how they're hardening further and the academician peers up at his webcam, circling his areola teasingly before tweaking each nub experimentally. Lucien makes a show of grabbing the once discarded clips and chains that had been hanging from the lapels of his suit coat earlier before wiggling the clamps to show that their tips have black rubber around them, making them perfectly suitable for what he's planning to do now. There's a reason he had selected them out in the first place but most would not have realised that it has more than one purpose.

An audacious smirk graces Lucien's lips as he opens the clips up one by one, placing them around each of his nipples snugly before yanking at the chain that's hanging between them, right above the butterfly pattern of his harness over his abs. The TV consultant grimaces slightly, grunting hard from the alluring combination of pain and pleasure before the sounds morph into needy whimpers. The nipple clamps stay fastened, pinching the fuck out of his sensitive buttons and Lucien lightly taps over them, purring softly at how amazing it feels. How alive he feels, with passion lit up in his underbelly as the heat lingering under his skin begins to bubble up to the surface. It's time.

Blinking slowly, he feels his lashes brush against the eye openings of his mask while he opens the door of the mini-fridge he's positioned before his nightstand. Typically, he would not have this in his bedroom as he has no need for snacks or drinks other than warm and hot ones when he's retreated to the comfort of this space but he'd carried it over and plugged it in just for his show this Saturday afternoon. He reaches in for the ice cube tray before carefully popping some cubes out onto his right palm.

Placing the tray back in, the professor shuts the fridge door gingerly and drops a cube right above each nipple. The nipple clips around his nubs assist with preventing the cubes from sliding right off while Lucien holds his body very still. As his breath hitches in his throat from how painfully chilly the cubes feel on his pecs as they begin to melt and spread icy water all over his stiff, engorged nipples, the researcher swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing while he uses the remaining pair of ice cubes in his hand to rub them along his hot, stiff manhood.

He presses them into his member, sliding them up and down in opposite directions with both hands before gasping from the sensations that are attacking multiple extremely sensitive regions on his body. His dick twitches hard, so painfully aroused from the tight silicone cock ring around the thick root of his penis and the coldness of the ice. Lucien can't control the coos that begin to escape him, masturbating his phallic member with repeated up and down strokes while his hands cup the ice cubes carefully. At the end of each of his motions, he flicks his wrist expertly, biting hard on his lower lip as the pre-cum starts to flow out in copious amounts, offering a great contrast versus the almost numbing cold of the melted ice water.

As his moans start to escalate both in pitch and volume, Lucien switches tack, bringing the mostly melted ice cubes to his mouth to suck on them. The flavours of his pre-cum and the chocolate lube are still present, much to his astonishment and he chases after every bit of it that he can get his taste buds on. The scientist eyes the digital clock on his laptop, sliding his cock ring carefully up his girthy length to get rid of it, as it's been around him for about twenty minutes now.

Coiling a hand around his painfully hard erection, Lucien adjusts his penis such that it slides under the chain hanging between his nipples. Fixating his ardent gaze on his audience, the professor releases his grip, allowing his cock to bounce upwards such that the tip tugs on the chain, pulling hard on the clamps pinching his swollen buttons. He cries out from how good everything feels, reaching a point of euphoria where it's too late to turn around and look behind. His frenulum grazes the cool, metallic chain with every minute movement he makes and he quivers on his bed in pleasure.

Sensing how arousal is pooling in his gut as his blood starts to rush even faster towards his upright phallic member, Lucien moans desperately while wrapping a hand around his cock. It glides up and down expeditiously, teasing his glans over and over again at the end of each pump. "Ohhh - fuuuuuuck. I'm starting to – so close. Wank. With. Me." His breath is punctuated by breathy moans as Lucien squirms atop his bed, throwing his head back from the ecstasy he's feeling before he commands his subscribers with his Ares voice to join him. He knows many have already done so, from what he'd seen in his chat earlier, but he peeks an eye open to read at the pleas from people for him to climax before their very eyes.

And those intimate connections are all it takes to bring Lucien to the very brink of his climax. His toes begin to curl as his muscles start to tighten up, a telltale sign that he's seconds away from a powerful orgasm. Breathing hard as his nostrils flare while his heart rate pounds hard under his chest, he allows his hands to fly at an unrelenting speed, squeezing his cock hard while raw, guttural grunts of pleasure echo throughout the room over the noise of the RnB song that is still playing in the background. "I'm going to – fuck, cum with me, dirty, little whore. Ahhh, fuckfuck fuuuuuuuck, I'm cumminggggg!"

Lucien stares at the dishevelled sight of his practically naked form, sweat glistening all over his body as his straight hair sticks out at random angles while thick, hot ribbons of cum shoot with force from his throbbing manhood while he maintains his firm grip around the root of his penis. He commits the sight to memory, knowing it will fuel more of his solo sessions that will take place over the course of his weekend. His hard-on seems to be vibrating in his large hand and Lucien gradually pumps it to milk every drop of cum that he has to offer his audience, observing as more liquid begins to ooze out, coating his chest and sheathed abdomen. He looks like a proper mess, still growling with animalistic lust as he comes down from his high, slightly dazed from how remarkable his orgasm had felt.

A tiny, almost coy smile tugs at the corners of Lucien's lips as he looks at his live stream and the compliments that are flooding in about how sexy his show has been. The professor nonchalantly runs his fingers through his damp bangs, pushing them back while he attempts to smooth his hair before addressing his viewers to wrap the stream up. "Thank you for the tips and praise. Keep them coming in and I hope all of you have enjoyed today's live stream. Perhaps even shared an orgasm or two with me. I – need to get this mess cleaned up now so I will see you again at the same time next week. Have a good weekend, butterflies."

He laughs softly before shutting the stream and his laptop before popping his BlueTooth earbuds out with his dry and clean hand. It'll take a while for him to clean up after that saucy display but first, he can do with a shower. A knock sounds on the main door of his apartment and he grins to himself, knowing exactly who has arrived following the end of his live stream. Padding forward towards his door, he opens it before craning his neck to gaze at his visitor while he hides his mostly nude form. "Ah, I thought it would be you. So, how'd you like the show?"