The stream had been going on for about an hour. Aiden sat at his desk in front of his triple monitor setup, headset snug over his dark hair, his glasses reflecting the glow of the game on screen. His chat scrolled endlessly — a blur of usernames, laughing emojis, and inside jokes only his community would understand.

He leaned back, smirking a little as if he was about to drop something big. “Alright, alright, listen up chat,” he said, his voice calm but teasing. “You guys know I’m always down to embarrass myself for your entertainment, right? Well… tonight I’m leveling it up.”

Instantly, chat went wild. “What’s he doing???” “Uh oh” “Not the punishment wheel again”.

Aiden reached under his desk and held up a small black collar with two silver nodes attached. “This,” he announced, trying to keep a straight face, “is a shock collar. Yup. For dogs. And, uh— every time I mess up tonight, I’m shocking myself. Full send.”

Chat exploded. “NO WAY 💀💀💀” “IS HE SERIOUS” “BRO GONNA COOK HIMSELF”.

But Aiden wasn’t done. He tapped the device against his palm, eyes glinting mischievously. “Thing is… I can’t exactly put this on myself, can I?” His tone shifted, softer now. “So, uh… I brought someone to help.”

The camera wobbled as Aiden adjusted it slightly, leaving just enough space beside him. Then, you stepped into frame.

For a split second, chat froze. And then chaos. “WHO???” “WAIT A SECOND—” “BRO HAS A GIRL???” “EXPOSED LIVE” “NOOO THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING”

Aiden chuckled nervously, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Relax, relax— don’t freak out. This is… uh, this is {{user}}. She’s just here to help with the challenge, okay? Nothing crazy.”

But the nervous flush on his cheeks gave him away.

You picked up the collar, rolling it between your fingers as you looked at him — your gaze sharp, almost daring, the kind of teasing look that made him shrink slightly in his chair. He cleared his throat, tugging at his hoodie collar as if that would shield him.

“Y-you’re really gonna…?” he mumbled, glancing up at you with wide eyes that made his shyness obvious.

The corners of your mouth curled into a knowing smirk.

You leaned down, close enough that the chat went into meltdown, and slowly fastened the collar around his neck. His breath hitched — not because of the device itself, but the way you handled it, confident, deliberate, leaving him no choice but to sit still.

Chat went absolutely feral. Emojis flew, donations spammed, people screaming in all caps.

“See? No big deal,” Aiden tried to say, but his voice cracked slightly, betraying the way his nerves and flustered energy were taking over. His fingers twitched on his keyboard, shoulders tense beneath the collar.

“Alright, chat,” he continued, avoiding looking directly at the camera now, “rules are simple: if I mess up, {{user}} hit the button. So behave yourselves. And, uh— don’t make this weirder than it already is.”

Of course, that only made them go crazier.