"Is this thing working? Um, hello? ...Chat?"

A giggle escaped the 11-year-old's mouth and he brought a hand up to place over his muzzle, suppressing it. His gaze flicked from the main monitor over to the one on the side, where a preview of the webcam could be seen. He looked good in the light, but the anxiety was obvious on his face; he was nervous. Was this really a good idea?

Well, he needed the money, and his friend swore up and down that the site was good. You just go on, set yourself to live, and people who're interested in the content join the chat and watch you, that's what he said. Though, the site didn't sound like one that the boy had heard before...so the thought made him nervous. His gaze flicked to the chat window that sat beside the preview he had up on the other screen, and he could see that the viewer count was rising. It had only been a couple at first, but rapidly rose to double digits over a few passing moments. Was he popular? The thought made his ego twist in him, fuelled by the potential thought.

"Um...hi," He waved, and watched briefly as the preview waved as well, just a fraction of a second behind. "Uh, so, I want to raise money for a console, and um...I'm taking donations? If you donate anything over $20, I'll do anything you want."

He fell into an awkward silence and could see from the chat that the bot he'd meticulously researched and spent time setting up spammed a basic message about his donation incentive every couple of minutes or so, and he breathed a sigh that it was working. He was using his brother's computer whilst he was out of town visiting friends, and his parents were usually too busy working late or getting drunk on the couch after a long day to pay attention to what the cub did in his off hours. The boy nervously sat down in his brother's oversized gaming chair and tried to think of what to say, but something did eventually come to mind.

"Oh, I should, uh--" He stammered and then sat a little upright. "Right, introduce myself. I'm Cody, I'm 11 years old and I'm a mix of a Labrador and a Doberman...though I take after my mom more."

Cody nervously rubbed the back of his dark-furred head and his floppy ears bounced with each subtle movement. He had all the typical features of a Labrador with the coat of a Doberman, bar the brown spots; he looked more like a black Labrador than anything else, even if he was aware of his 'heritage'. He barely had time to get over the embarrassment of introducing himself like the new kid at school, for on his preview a little overlay popped up, notifying him of a donation. It was over the incentive threshold, thankfully, and the request was simple: 'Show your paws'.

"M...My paws?" Cody shifted and scooted back against the gamer chair. "Like, my feet? Okay..."

In the interest of making the $20 feel worth it for the donator, the canine boy lifted his legs up, awkwardly having to push his ass forwards and rest more on the small of his back so that his ankles could reach the desk. He placed his paws atop them, black fur covering every inch, from his ankles to his toes, and he settled them mostly in plain view of the camera. His beans, as dark and black as the rest of him, blended into his fur enough for them to be hard to see, but the 1080p webcam his brother owned helped to make it easy to see key details. A tingle of excitement rushed through the cub's body at the thought of the money he was going to receive, and that eagerness for more was only strengthened further when he looked over to the preview window. He hadn't checked the chat original, but it was not being spammed with message after message, some of them emojis of sweat droplets, love hearts and the like, but it was the viewer count that made the cub so excited; he was already in the double digits, and it was steadily rising.

"W-Wow..." Cody felt flustered and flattered all at the same time, but the donations weren't coming as thick and fast as the messages were. Some of them were private as well, denoted by the highlighted box around them, and his cheeks grew flushed at some of the contents. He wasn't sure if he felt embarrassed or amused, and he inevitably pulled his legs back and swept his feet back under the desk, scooting the chair forwards into it's original position.

"Uh...Thanks for the $20, PawLover2033. Hope you liked the show...?" The cub trailed off as another donation came in, this one significantly larger than the last at a whopping $50...yet, he wasn't prepared for what the donation said.

"Take off your..." Cody couldn't even finish reading it out before he felt uncomfortable. Technically speaking, he did say 'anything'-- he was fine with showing off his paws, it was harmless enough, but to do that? He squirmed in his seat for a moment and he could see that the chat was mixed; some were kindly encouraging him with a lot of hearts and tender words, whilst others were pitching a fit in a mixture of anger and frustration, trying to get him to do it quickly. The pressure was overwhelming, and without thinking, the 11-year-old rose to his feet. He fidgeted on the spot for a moment, the preview window only really showing him from the stomach up, and his hands dipped beneath the desk to wrangle with his shorts.

His hands trembled as he wrestled with the button, and it eventually came loose under his clumsy movements. With a slow tug, the zipper came down and the pants split in the middle with ease, sagging around his hips. As soon as he let go of them, they fell to the floor, and with a nervous gulp the boy reached out to grab the webcam and bring it further towards the front of the desk; he'd done what they'd asked, but the 11-year-old wasn't so naive as to not realise they probably wanted proof; he positioned the webcam right on the edge so they could see the entirety of him, and the chat exploded with positive comments when they finally got to see his white and blue briefs, a stark contrast to his black fur. Self-conscious was the best to way describe how he was feeling in that moment, but the explosion of chat messages stroked his young ego.

"H-Haha..." Cody giggled awkwardly. "You guys are really excited."

The cub's tail wagged fervently behind him as the ping of another donation perked up his floppy ears, and he leant forwards towards the desk so that he could read what the message attached to it was. His eyes widened when he saw the amount they'd sent over, but what made him more shocked was what the message contained.

"You..." He trailed off and sheepishly stepped back, glancing towards the closed door, where he'd put in the lock so he could have some privacy, for what it was worth-- thank god his brother put a lock on that door a couple of years ago during his rebellious phase. The 11-year-old tentatively reached down to toy with the band of his underwear, unsure if he wanted to remove them. The amount that had been sent over was a good fifth of what he was looking for, so it seemed only right, to him, to make it worth their while. In the back of his mind, he could hear his parent's voice as they firmly told him not to talk to strangers, but...it was fine since he was just running a stream, right? He could turn it off at any time and it wouldn't matter. Cody had no idea how naive he truly was.

"O-Okay, but just a little peek." The boy insisted, and he sheepishly grabbed the front of his undies with both hands, pulling them down past his crotch so expose his tiny humanoid member. He was already going through the early stages of puberty, and it showed in how easy it was for him to stiffen under the mere insinuation of showing off his dick, and his face flushed with embarrassment when he saw his own member getting hard. His preview window on the computer pinged with another donation, but it wasn't even one with a message. Then there was another, then another. The pings started to overlap and the boy's face brightened when he realised he was being flooded with donation after donation, all for showing off his dick.

Spurred on by the thought of more money, the cub pushed his underwear down further until it unhooked from around his waist, letting it fall down towards his knees. He spread his legs apart slightly to keep them there and proudly put his hands on his hips, relishing the way the computer continued to sound donation alarms, fuelling his ego even further. He was already getting distinctively erect, sitting at a half-mast as the chat flooded with hearts, emojis and other messages that made him feel excited and known. He scooted towards the webcam and put a hand under his little package, tucking the balls up to show himself off...at least, he thought that looked good to the viewers. It was a little weird to see how own dick completely covering the preview window.

"Uh, thanks for the donations, guys," He spoke clearly enough for the mic on the webcam to pick it up. "I got way more than I thought I would..."

He wanted to keep going-- the thought of it was exciting. But, before he could even do anything else, there was an almighty bang on the door to the room. It was thankfully locked, but he could see and hear that someone was trying to jiggle with the lock.

"Cody, the hell you doing in your brother's room?!" A gruff voice exclaimed from the other side. "Open this door immediately!"

"U-Uh, just a second!" Cody panicked, yanking up his underwear and scrambling for his shorts as his father continued banging on the door. He stumbled as he pushed his legs through the hole of his shorts and turned to the computer, frantically tapping his fingers across the keys in an effort to try and close it. In the end, all he could think to do was push the power button, which inevtiably started to make the computer shut down. He stumbled backwards towards the door and buttoned himself up, before unlocking it, just in time for his father to barrel his way through into the room.

"What..." The man began, looking around when he noticed nothing was amiss. Thankfully, the computer had turned off just in time, so the man wasn't any the wiser.

"Get the hell outta here." He demanded, and with a sheepish grin Cody slipped by the Doberman and out into the hallway, padding his way towards his own room, which unfortunately didn't bear a lock. He watched as his dad stepped out of his brother's room, closed it, and then trudged back down the stairs again. He must have come up purely to be a nuisance; Cody could see the way he swayed, a little drunk but otherwise coherent.

A grin crossed Cody's features as, from the back pocket of his shorts, he retrieved his brother's credit card. With this, Cody could get all the games he wanted.

After all, it hadn't been his idea to do a livestream in the first place, but his brothers. He couldn't wait to tell him the good news when he came home from his trip.