Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2024 23:47:03 +0000 From: Matt Smith Subject: The Humiliation Games - Chapter 3 Author's Note – This story was written last year on my patreon page as an `interactive story', meaning my patrons got to vote throughout the story on what happens next. The story is now being shared on Nifty for your enjoyment. Various parts have been added in together, and details of the votes and their outcomes have been left in for completion. The story on Patreon also included additional content and AI-generated non-explicit images of the characters, so if you want to see the full, complete version of the story, including pictures check out my patreon at patreon.com/matterotica Please consider supporting Nifty. You can donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you wish to send any comments or feedback, you can contact me at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk but for now on with the Humiliation Games... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Humiliation Games CHAPTER 3 PART 5 "Oh, Grant, you absolute pervert," Esteban chuckled as he flounced back onto the stage with a flourish. "Did we enjoy that, demons and gentlemen?" he asked, raising a hand to signal a response. The crowd happily expressed their delight at the show with cheers and applause which quickly died back down as Esteban lowered his arm. "Well there we have it. Opening shots from both teams and, dare I say, we're off to a strong start!" Esteban said with a smile and gentle nod. "Needless to say, out most terrifying and glorious host is undoubtedly entertained. Am I right?" As Esteban looked to The Terror, still sat in the centre of the room watching the show unfold, the rest of the audience looked round at him. The innocuous but somehow fear-invoking figure had barely moved since appearing, his cold steely gaze fixed on the stag and he remained just as motionless at Esteban's comment, save for a single eyebrow raise. "Ugh, high praise indeed," Esteban smirked. "Anyway, on we go with round three which brings us back to Team Faularry, so Master Ezekiel, Gokothon, Tharukan and Zorren, this one's for you! Bring on victim number three!" As he heard a cough from off-stage, he let out a frustrated sigh and corrected himself, "I mean... volunteer number three!" The audience knew the routine by now as their eyes raised to the screen a moment before it changed to show the next unwitting human. The young man who appeared was a tall, slender figure with bright blonde hair and a contagious smile. While the live feed of him showed him dressed in a shirt and jeans, the profile pictures showed him in some of his selfies sporting a little less, revealing a narrow waist and broad chest. His blue eyes and full lips made for a truly beautiful face. "It is my pleasure to present to you Jackson Morris, a nineteen-year-old from Bristol. Jackson, also known as Jack, Jax or sometimes Jacky, is a University student studying graphic design. Jackson describes himself as a `twunk'," Esteban explained, then paused to look round at the demons on stage and said, "That's a portmanteau of twink and hunk for those of you behind on your human vernacular." The audience laughed as the demons either chuckled or growled. "But Jackson also describes himself as `the hottest guy on campus', `the most talented artist' and `generally just better than you', which is certainly a lot of ways of saying, `I'm a dick'!" Esteban went on, getting more laughs. "Jackson is exceptionally promiscuous, having no problem picking a guy whenever he wants, and even the occasional girl, though many suspect that is simply to prove he can get with anyone he wants." "Ugh," Zorren grunted from his side of the stage, "It's only fun when they're nice people. This one sounds awful... I love him!" "Look on the bright side" Tharukan whispered back, "If he's that bad, the people around him'll jump at the chance to humiliate him. It's less fun but it's an easy win with The Terror!" "Praise be unto him!" Zorren replied instantly, then smirked and added, "Sorry, habit!" "Jackson is a popular young man," Esteban continued, "With a wide circle of friends, though he tends to keep his graphic design friends, dorm friends and gym friends separate, so you likely have a choice of targets for his humiliation. Anyway, more information will be provided to Team Faularry, whose consultation time starts now!" The usual timer appeared on screen and Master Ezekiel quickly gathered his three demonic advisors to begin their discussions. Across the stage, Team Trauxity gathered closer, speculating about the newest volunteer and his imminent humiliation. "No point missing an opportunity," Master Sebastian said with a smile. "What would you all suggest for this one?" Buth'Taloz shook his as he glanced up at the info on screen. "I don't know, this'd be a tough one for me. Hard to harm the reputation of someone whose reputation is being a slutty arsehole... literally and figuratively!" "Kinda the opposite for me," Dazallan replied. "When everyone thinks you're hot but hates you, it makes things potentially too easy!" "Dave? Master Sebastian prompted. The human-looking demon just looked at his teammates and smiled without saying a word. The timer ticked down quickly as the audience also chatted away quietly, discussing a mix of the previous humiliations and the one they were about to witness. As the timer hit zero, Esteban prompted the leader of Team Faularry to step forward. Master Ezekiel gave a polite bow to The Terror, then said, "This time we'll be starting with Zorren Zorrenoskiwicz, master of probability!" The demon stepped forward from his throne to polite gentle applause. "I'm sure those of you familiar with my work will not be surprised to learn my suggestion involves what can only be described as `a series of unfortunate events'. I wouldn't want spoil what they are or how they get there, but it would result in Jackson exposed and humiliated in front of a group of medical students at his University," Zorren explained. The audience muttered and oohed at the suggestion. Zorren was indeed well-known amongst the regulars at the games and he specialised in taking the most ludicrous, seemingly unlikely or impossible scenarios and manipulating them into reality. Unlike some of the other demons who could literally alter reality or make things happen beyond normal reality, Zorren could only manipulate the odds, bringing about the truly ludicrous. "Thank you Zorren," Master Ezekiel said politely. "Next up we'll be going with Gokothon, the Black Dread, master of nightmares!" Gokothon stepped forward with a confident smile, barking a sudden, "Quiet, mortals!" to the gentle applause. "Jackson loves power. The power that comes from sexual conquest as well as the power that comes from societal popularity. Like all humans with power, his greatest fear is losing it, so my suggestion is to bring about a recurring nightmare he has about failure to perform sexually, but take it to levels even his feeble little mind hasn't imagined!" Not waiting for any response from the crowd, Gokothon returned to his seat. "Direct as always," Master Ezekiel said, mildly frustrated. In an event that was basically an elaborate popularity contest, keeping the audience on side was every bit as important for his demonic advisers as their actual ideas and powers. "And finally, may I present Tharukan of the Sinisterium, master of dark thoughts!" The audience cautiously offered applause, weary after Gokothon's reaction, but also because the demon stood before them was another new arrival at the games, making him a somewhat unknown element. "Thank you," Tharukan said with a solemn nod, getting immediate silence. "Jackson is popular, attractive and altogether unpleasant human being, which means he has many enemies around him disguised as friends... but that approach is a little too... easy!" "He was totally eavesdropping," Dazallan muttered to nobody in particular. "I intend to take a different approach. I have looked inside Jackson's own mind and find... some truly delightful thoughts to play with," Tharukan said, shuddering slightly as he chuckled. "It turns out there is no need to look elsewhere for Jackson's downfall. The seeds of his destruction are already within, they simply need to be nurtured!" He paused for a moment, looking down at the intrigued but mildly confused audience's faces. He let out a slight sigh and simplified, "I'm going to make him act on his own darkest impulses to have him cause his own humiliation!" The audience began chattering amongst themselves as they had now been offered all three options as Tharukan returned to his throne. "Splendid. Ambiguous in places, but we DO like a surprise here," Esteban chuckled. "So it's time to vote, people. Let's see what terrifying torture awaits our terrible twunk!" ***** VOTING OPTIONS AND RESULTS 1. Exposure and embarrassment in front of a group of medical students – 44% 2. Exposure of Jackson's nightmare of sexual inadequacy – 0% 3. Exposure of Jackson's darkest and most self-destructive fantasies – – 56% ***** PART 6 "Ah fuck yes," Jax groaned as he stared at his phone screen. His other hand was casually stroking away at his rigid, pre-cum slicked prick. "Damn!" he moaned as he continued to watch. Jax was currently sat on the sofa of his shared house, enjoying the quiet with all four of his roommates out. He had started off just watching TV, which continued to play unwatched, but he had been scrolling through his phone at the same time and before he realised it he had moved over to more adult content, which meant it was only a matter of his time before his hand found its way to his dick. Jax had no intention, or particular desire, to cum any time soon. Instead he was quite content to just tease and play with himself as he watched the videos playing on his phone. He had always loved wanking (though what boy didn't?!) but as soon as he was old enough to start hooking up he had preferred to save his loads for other people. Though he had no plans to meet up with anyone that evening, he knew it would only take a single message and he could probably have a line of sexual partners queuing at the door. For now though, it was just him and his hand... or so he thought! "DUDE! What the fuck!" Jax froze and stared round at the doorway to see Joel, one of his housemates, standing there with a look of amused shock spread across his face. It took a few seconds for Jax to respond, his erection still grasped firmly in his hand before he jumped and concealed himself. "Ahh, mate, that's so cringe!" Joel cackled as he staggered into the room, laughing. "Fuck off, Joel," Jax scowled, annoyed at being caught in the compromising position... but slightly excited by it too. "I hope you're watching porn on there, unless you're actually turned on by Countdown!" Joel sniggered as he flopped down onto the sofa beside the embarrassed teen, placing a bag down beside it that clattered with the distinctive clink of glass bottles. "Yes!" Jax snapped, but realised that was almost as embarrassing as getting caught and just added a quick, "Fuck off!" for good measure as he clicked the TV off. "Aww, should I go and let you finish off?" Joel teased. "Or maybe I should STAY and let you finish off. I know you like the view!" Jax scowled, determined not to let on how accurate the comment was. Joel featured in a several of Jax's most common wank fantasies, but then how could he not? To say Joel was hot would be an understatement. Many people found it quite appropriate that Jax and Joel shared a house, as Joel was essentially the straight version of Jax. As good as Jax was at bedding the guys, Joel was every bit as effective at getting the girls. Standing a few inches over six foot with broad shoulders, a chest that wouldn't look out of place on a Marvel superhero and a dashing smile, Joel was hot and he knew it. One of his favourite pastimes seemed to be teasing Jackson about wanting to sleep with him. It was true. Jax did, but he had decided pretty much the day they met that he would never give the cocky straight guy the satisfaction of admitting it. "If you're not gonna fuck off, I will!" Jax said, climbing to his feet with the intention of storming off until he realised his erection would become painfully obvious if he did. "Ah sit down," Joel said, rolling his eyes as he reached out and placed a hand on Jac's chest, pushing him back into his seat. "I'm just kidding. Geez, you think you're the only guy who ever got caught wanking!?" Jax was conflicted. He wanted to get away, but just hearing Joel say the word `wanking' was surprisingly arousing... almost as much as his attire. It was a hot day (temperature-wise, not just attractiveness) and Joel had dressed accordingly, clad in a pair of shorts that showed off his hairy trunk-like thighs and blue tank that managed to reveal most his hairy, bulging pecs, the underarms very slightly darkened by sweat. "Besides, mates don't let mates drink alone!" Joel added with a grin, though the smile didn't spread to his eyes. "We're... drinking?" Jax asked curiously. "Well I am," Joel shrugged as he reached down into his bag and pulled out a bottle of vodka. "Whether you're joining me is up to you!" Jax wanted to ask if the muscular young man was okay, but it felt almost like prying. They were housemates, acquaintances, fellow students... but were they friends? He really didn't know sometimes, though Joel had just referred to him as a `mate' so... maybe?! Rather than leaving, or asking the question, Jax opted for the simpler option and said, "Free drinks? I'm in!" "Sweet," Joel said as he screwed off the lid and took a swig, then handed it to Jax. "Wow, so we're properly drinking then!" Jax said, having expected at least a glass if not mixers. As Jax handed the bottle back, they heard the sound of the front door opening. "Hey, it's Timmy!" Joel yelled out. "Hey guys!" Timothy (or Timmy to Joel) called back from the hallway. "How did you know it was him?" Jax asked, genuinely impressed. Joel smirked and said, "Lucky guess. I just took a shot and knew how cool it'd seem if I was right, but explaining it makes it less cool!" Jax sniggered at the comment, then looked round as Timmy appeared. He offered a meek smile. Things with Tim were... complicated. Just as it was with Joel, Jax was undeniably attracted to the other housemate. He was as tall as Joel but much less broad, a typical twink. His slender frame was shown off now by the tight t-shirt that clung to his narrow waist and flat chest, while the shorts he wore revealed toned but slender legs, peppered with fine, fair hair. He had a cute smile which he didn't seem to use often. "What you guys up to?" Timothy asked curiously. "I just caught Jacky wanking!" Joel sniggered before taking another chug from the bottle, "And now we're drinking!" "Jesus, was it that bad a sight that it's driven you to drink?" Timothy asked as he saw Jax blushing. Joel almost choked on the vodka as he heard the comment and handed the bottle over to the newest arrival as he laughed and tried to swallow. "I shouldn't," Timothy said timidly. "Please drink til you forget what he just said!" Jax said, blushing slightly. "No way. That thought's a part of the permanent collection in the old wank bank now," Timothy said, tapping his temple. Jackson's blushing intensified, but he also cocked his head curiously at the other nineteen-year-old. Things between them hadn't happened partly because Jackson was keen to avoid an awkward living situation, but mostly because Timothy had always been insistent that he was still figuring out his sexuality. "Then I'll just drink til I forget it!" Jax grumbled as he took the bottle and chugged. By early evening, the three housemates were in various states of inebriation. Tim had gone dopey and giggly, Jax had just gotten loud and a little more obnoxious than usual while Joel appeared tipsy but still fully in control. Though the conversation kept steering away from Jax's embarrassment earlier in the day, Joel seemed to take great pleasure in always steering it back. "Come on then, show us what you was watching when I caught ya whackin' it!" Joel goaded. "Yeah, I don't think so," Jax said, shaking his head as his hand subconsciously reached down to ensure he could still feel his phone in his pocket. "Ah come on. I wanna know what gets the famous man-eater going!" Joel said playfully, getting a giggle from Tim who was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of them. "Knowing you, it was probably just a fuckin' selfie!" he added, serious but not aggressive. Tim's giggles turned into a snort of laughter, which in turn made the other two laugh more too. "It wasn't a selfie!" Jax insisted. "It's only TAKING them that turns me on, not looking at them!" he said confidently, but immediately blushed at the accidental confession. "Oh my Christ, he literally turns himself on!" Joel said disparagingly. "If I looked like him I'd turn me on too!" Tim said with a shrug. Jax cocked his head at the other teen once again. It was starting to look like he had `figured out' his sexuality... or was this just more experimentation on the path to it? "Ah come on, just show us ya flamin' homo," Joel said with a scowl that last exactly 1.2 seconds before his face cracked and he started laughing. "Fuck you, straightie!" Jax said back before taking a chug on the next bottle. "Go on Jack, let us see," Tim pleaded, looking up at Jax with big, sad eyes. There was no way Jax was going to show them. The accidental slips he'd made had already given away more of his sexual preferences than he wanted but showing them the video would be truly humiliating. His vision briefly flashed red, but as he shook his head it cleared, and he was back to normal. Thinking nothing of it, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and said, "Fine, fill your boots!" He started the video playing and turned his phone so they could both see. "Hi, my name's Philip Serrano and I'm a faggot!" the naked figure on screen started. He was on his knees with his hands behind his head staring at the camera, his dick rock hard. "I'm sharing this video with the world and give my consent to save and share it anywhere for all time. It turns me on to know the world can see me being the total fag I am. I'm a man-serving, cock-sucking, cum-eating, piss-drinking, toilet-licking, exposure-loving fag and everybody should know." He reached down to grab his raging erection and started stroking. "Ruin me. Please. Share this everywhere, send it to everyone I know. Let them see how much of a... unnh... fuck... I'm cumming." He shot several heft spurts of spunk towards the camera, the goo splatting audibly down onto the ground in long white streaks. "Oh god, he's not..." Joel started, staring at the screen. "Fuck, he is!" he interrupted himself as he saw the naked young man on screen lean forward and start licking the cum off the ground. With most of it licked up, and a few smears across his cheek and lips, the man on screen looked into the camera once again and said, "I'm Philip Serrano and I'm a faggot!" As the video ended, Jax pulled the phone back, blushing heavily. "You like seeing guys do that?" Joel asked, staring wide-eyed at his housemate. "I guess," Jax said coyly. A grin slowly spread across Joel's face. "Oh, you like the thought of DOING that yourself!" he said knowingly. "No!" Jax objected entirely unconvincingly. "Oh my god, you totally do, don't you! It's okay, you can admit it!" Joel said, still smirking but not sounding derisive. "I guess sometimes," Jax shrugged, unsure why he was admitting it. "I just think about having a video like that out in the world and it kinda... gets me going!" "Damn, that's freaky. Fun, but freaky!" Joel said, shaking his head. Jax continued to blush, but frowned a little as he saw Tim watching silently, frowning a little. "You okay?" he asked, tapping the side of his leg with his foot. Tom frowned as he nodded, then said quietly, "I don't like that word. The F word!" "Freaky?" Joel enquired. "Fun? Fuck?" he continued as the other two frowned at him. "Faggot!" Jax said, giving Joel a sharp jab in the ribs. "Oh, yeah," Joel nodded. "But what did you think of the rest of it... or Jax wanting to do it!" Jax began to object, "I didn't say I..." "Shh, quiet!" Joel interrupted, amused when the other young man obeyed. "I guess that's kinda hot," Tim said with a meek smile. "You really like the thought of having guys see you like that?" he asked curiously. Jax gulped as he nodded. "So being embarrassed turns you on?" Tim clarified. "I guess... in theory..." Jax said awkwardly. "I... I haven't... tried it!" "Let's do it!" Joel said, jumping to his feet. "Come on. You do whatever we tell you!" Jax smirked as he shook his head, "Why exactly would I do that?" "Cos this shit turns you on and we're offering and you've literally never said no in your entire fuckin' life!" Joel answered honestly. "Yeah, I don't think so!" Jax said, shaking his head. "Hey, maybe we start by sharing these!" Tim said, pulling out his phone to show Joel as he stood up beside him. "Sharing what?" Jax asked urgently. "Oh, damn Jacky. Nice!" Joel said as he took Tim's phone and swiped through a couple of pictures. "What? What is it?" Jax demanded as he stood and moved beside Joel to see a small selection of his selfies. "Wow, hot pants and a crop top. How slutty of you!" Joel teased as he looked at one of the pictures. "You sent these to Timmy?" he asked with a snigger. "No. I didn't," Jax said, frowning at Tim who avoided his gaze. "Well whatever. Sharing these'll be fun," Joel said, tapping away for a moment to send them to himself. He handed Tim's phone back and pulled out his own. "Come on then, Jacky, let's hear your confession like in that video!" Jax wanted to refuse. He knew he should, but this was something eh had fantasised about. Admittedly they were his more extreme fantasies, the ones that run wild right before orgasm and then melt away instantly in the cold reality of post-orgasm, but still... he had dreamt of this. Without actually voicing any of his objections, he dropped to his knees and stared up at Joel's phone as he said, "My name's Jackson Morris and I'm a..." He paused, glancing to Tim before deciding to avoid the offensive word, "... total slut!" he finished the sentence. Tim smiled. It was beautiful. "I want to be exposed and I want everyone I know to see what a slut I am!" Jax went on, feeling his dick swell in his shorts. "Go on then. Show us what a slut you are and we'll show the world!" Joel goaded. Jax looked back and forth between the other two for a moment before reaching down to peel off his t-shirt, quickly revealing his chiselled abs and firm pecs. "Fuck," Tim grunted as he saw his housemate strip. "Keep going!" Joel prompted, still recording. Jax was panting slightly from a mix of excitement and nervousness as he reached down and pushed his shorts down to his knees, letting the undeniable bulge of an erection in his briefs show to the camera. He moved back and forth from one knee to the other as he worked his shorts down off completely before placing his hands behind his head to look at the camera and say, "I'm about to be naked for everyone I know to see and look how hard I am!" It was terrifying to fantasise about anyone else actually seeing the video. Exciting, but definitely terrifying! "Show us properly!" Joel instructed. "Yes sir!" Jax said, then blushed at the use of the title as he reached down and slowly started pushing the front of his briefs down. His small, neatly-trimmed patch of pubes came into view first, followed moments later by the root of his raging boner which slowly revealed inch by inch as the underwear was pushed down, the head still contained within until it finally popped free and hit his stomach with an audible slap. Quickly working his briefs off as he had with his shorts, Jax knelt back up, hands behind his head, Erection fully on show. "I'm such a pathetic slut. This is how turned on I get from being seen exposing myself!" he confessed, any qualms about leaning fully into the fantasy long gone as he showed off for his two housemates. Pushing more into the imagined situation, he smiled nervously and said, "I can only imagine what people think of me!" Tim, who still had his phone in his hand seemed to play along as he said, "Well Pete says you're hot but hilarious, Carla says she always knew you were a sub and Darius asked if this is some kinda promo for an OnlyFans or something!" Jax sniggered slightly at the comments, appreciating the fantasy. "Nah, OnlyFans charges. I'm a slut for free!" he said self-deprecatingly. "Let's show `em just how slutty you get. You'll do whatever we tell you to, right slut?" Joel said, a little too natural in the dominant role for this to be his first time, which only served to turn Jax on more. "Yes sir," Jax said compliantly. "Great," Joel said as he moved back to sit on the sofa, then raised a foot towards Jax and said, "Suck my toes!" "Wh... what?!" Jax said in surprise. "Did I stutter, slut? I said suck my fucking toes!" Joel said firmly. He reached out and grabbed Tim, pulling him to sit down too and added, "And his!" "Yes sir," Jax said with a slight gulp, then looked to Tim and corrected himself, "Sirs!" Jax obeyed the instruction, taking hold of Joel's right foot where he proceeded to worship it, sucking on his toes, running his tongue in between them and lapping at his sole. With one foot done, he moved to the other, all while knowing Joel was probably recording him. As he finished on the second foot and moved cautiously to Tim's he looked at the phone and asked, "Are you recording me, sir?" "No, live streaming. Half the University and a fuck-ton of strangers are watching you show off what a slut you are!" Joel said with a smile. "Fuck!" Jax gasped, really getting sucked into the fantasy. "Yeah, Ewan and Oscar both reckon they need you in the locker room after lacrosse practice to lick their feet when they're sore!" Tim said, looking at his phone with a grin. "Public foot worship services. That's so slutty!" Jax said with a grin before getting started on Tim's feet. Tim let out a gentle moan as he felt Jax sucking on his toes and continued to give a running commentary on what was supposedly being said about Jax's humiliating behaviour. "Do you like the thought that everyone can see this?" Joel asked. "Got any messages for your fans?" Jax finished by running his tongue from heel to toe on Tim's foot, then looked straight at the phone and said, "Yeah, I'm Jackson Morris and I'm a slut. Tell your friends!" "Nice!" Joel laughed. "Hey, gimme that a sec," Tim said, taking Joel's phone, "And sit up!" Joel handed over the phone and sat up as instructed, curious to know what the usually timid young man was planning. "Lift your arm!" Tim said, tapping Joel's bulging bicep. Joel grinned as he caught on, raising his arm to place a hand behind his head, revealing a hairy armpit. "Get your face in there now!" Tim instructed. "Yes sir!" Jax happily complied, burying his face in the muscular pit. The whole area was slightly moist and as he (uninstructed) began to lick at it, he got an unpleasant mix of deodorant and slightly stale sweat. He made a show of sniffing heavily in between licks. Disgusting as it was, Jax couldn't help loving every second. The humiliation of the degrading act, actually getting to touch Joel, the manly scent of his body up close, all of it had his own cock literally dripping with precum, which Tim seemed to take great pleasure in showing as he moved the phone down briefly. As Tim continued to watch Jax working at Joel's armpit, his free hand had reached down into his shorts and unashamedly tugging away at his own dick. "On the ground, slut!" Tim suddenly instructed, shoving Jax gently. Jax pulled back and dropped to lay flat on the ground, staring up in shock as he saw Tim pull out his surprisingly chunky dick, give it a final flurry of strokes and then begin to ejaculate. Without needing any instruction to do so, Jax's mouth fell open to catch any cum that came that way. He got a tiny taste, but most of it landed on his cheeks, forehead or the ground around his head. "Jesus, what a filthy whore!" Joel sniggered as he stared down at him. "Yeah, a filthy, cum-covered whore," Tim agreed. "Now lick it up!" he barked. "Yes sir!" Jax said as he jumped up onto his knees, turned round and started licking the spatters off of the floor, all with the camera still pointed at him. His mind raced at the prospect of such a recording even existing. He couldn't imagine what would happen if Joel or Tim actually shared it. "Look at that butt!" Tim said as he moved behind Jax, getting a close up of the exposed hole as the slutty teen continued to lick the floor clean. "Here," he said, handing the phone back to Joel. He slipped two fingers into his mouth and quickly pulled them out, ensuring they were well coated with saliva before shoving them unceremoniously inside Jax's butt. Jax suddenly shot up, wide-eyed as he let out a yelp of pleasured surprise. "Oh god, you're fingering me!" he exclaimed, partly in shock but also just to highlight his own humiliation. "Everyone can... see you... fingering me like the anal slut I am. Please sir, harder!" "Damn!" Joel chuckled as he watched Tim happily comply and thoroughly pound at the housemate's hole. "Ah mate, I reckon you're gonna make him blow!" He moved round the front, watching as Jax raised his hands to grasp at his hair. Jax moaned dreamily and bit his lip as his eyes closed. Joel was right. This was absolutely enough to make him cum. He wished Tim was skilled enough to prolong it, to tease and edge him with it, but despite the apparent aptitude it was obvious he was still painfully new at this. "I'm gonna cum," Jax whimpered. "Not without permission. Beg for it!" Tim growled. "Please... please sir, please can I cum!" Jax pleaded unashamedly, knowing every moment was being immortalised. "Not yet," Tim sniggered, though he made no attempt to slow down. "Ah, oh god, please... please sir, I'm so close," Jax whimpered pathetically. "Not yet!" Tim growled again. "Tell us what you are!" "I'm a slut, sir," Jax admitted without hesitation. "A pathetic, submissive, cock-loving slut!" "And you want the world to know?" Tim asked, still fingering aggressively. "Yes, tell the world, tell everyone, let them know I'm a slut, just please... LET ME CUM!" Jax screamed out. "Okay slut, you can cum!" Tim finally said. "Ah, thank you, thank you sir!" Jax gasped, taking the verbal cue as the prompt to stop flexing and holding back his orgasm... not that he could really have held it much longer anyway. He wasn't a long distance shooter unfortunately, but he managed to spray the ground in front of him with several heavy streaks of spunk. "Roll around in it!" Joel instructed. "Then turn over and smile for your audience!" Jax could feel his post-orgasmic return to his senses kicking in, but complied anyway, writhing around in his own mess before flopping down onto his back, naked, spent and covered in his own cum. "Say it!" Joel said as he aimed the camera down from above. "My name's Jackson Morris and I'm a slut!" Jax said with a wry grin. "You heard him, but that's all folks, thanks for watching!" Joel said before he put the camera down. Jax chuckled slightly. "You two are good actors," he giggled. Tim and Joel looked at each other in confusion for a moment. "The... the talking to the audience," Jax clarified, then looked to Tim and said, "And making up the comments!" "I... wasn't making them up. I was reading them!" Tim said, shaking his head. "What?" Jax asked, sitting up. "You're... you... you're..." he stuttered. "You said you wanted the world to see... and I told you I was streaming!" Joel said, confused by the confusion. "Yeah, but that was... I mean... that's just shit I say. I wasn't really..." Jax started as he felt a knot in his stomach. "Please be joking!" Tim and Joel looked at each other and shook their heads as they shrugged. "So I just... stripped and... and did all that stuff... with..." Jax couldn't finish the sentence. "With pretty much every person you've ever met watching you do it. Yup. Way to go, slutty!" Joel sniggered. "Oh my fucking god," Jax said in absolute dismay as he flopped back down onto the ground in disbelief. His life was over! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. The full story, along with bonus content and exclusives, at patreon.com/matterotica or be back here soon for the next humiliation. 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