Edge him

He wasn't going to cum easy. You sat down on his face, leaving space for his mouth so you could hear him squeal. You then spit on your hand, reaching for his bulge and firmly gripping it. You didn't dare stroke him off properly, instead opting to torment and ruin any chance of him orgasming by caressing it gently. Teasing and "Tickling" at it instead of allowing him to be properly stroked off. James was a wimp, a pathetic loser for you to torment and humiliate in front of everyone, you wouldn't dare let him get off properly. The sensation would make him constantly feel as if he were about to cum only to be denied and thrust himself at the air. You would repeat this over and over, preventing him from cumming properly and making him loudly cry and protest for everyone to laugh at.

"Nnngh, P-Please..Please let me cum!" Broken under you, James started to beg to cum, thrusting up into the air. You withdrew your hand from him, cutting a fart on his nose before getting up and shaking your ass over his face. Too weak to even stand, James was reduced to a shivering whiny bitch, twitching as he started to cum hands free all over himself. "Ah! Ahh!" James spilled cum all over his outfit, knocking himself out of the match in the most embarrassing way possible.