Betrayal

You’re on the verge of orgasm, ready to bust your load all over the pavement in a grand display of degeneracy. The humiliating situation fades into the background as your pleasure takes focus.

But amid the flurry of moans and sounds of you beating your meat, you begin to hear laughter coming from Claire’s car.

You open your eyes to see Claire’s posse all in the back seat of her car, laughing and pointing their phone cameras straight at you!

“Wha!” You exclaim in fear, but your mind is so clouded in your own horniness. You freeze in place, hand firmly wrapped around the shaft of your cock. You feel it throbbing, demanding you continue so you can release.

“Look at this loser jacking off to us! What a fucking degenerate!” One of Claire’s friends yells. She proceeds to take several photos of you, knowingly or not, flashing you with her camera flash.

You feel utterly humiliated as their laughter becomes louder than the car engine. Despite the shameful position you find yourself in, your body struggles to move, everything except your hand as you slowly start stroking your cock again. Their hysteria echoes throughout the empty street, a street you fear will become more populated soon, with more eyes on your embarrassing display.

Amidst the laughter and excitement in the back seat, Claire takes her own phone out and dials a number. A couple short rings later, and you see her bring the phone up to her ear.

“There’s a strange man streaking outside Magnolia’s University and he’s masturbating right in front of us!” Claire weeps into the phone, with her acting going as far as to crying alligator tears.

Immediately you panic! She must’ve called the police on you, and now you have little to no other options left. You muster as much willpower as you can to move your legs, as if you were pulling yourself out of the concrete sidewalk below you. You close your eyes, ignoring the girls behind you as you make a mad dash down the street!

“Don’t let that attention whore get away!” Claire exclaims to her friends.

“You’re the one driving!?” Her friend replies back. Claire tries to make a comeback, but quickly gives up that train of thought and slams down on the gas!

As you rush down the sidewalk, you hear Claire’s engine roar loudly behind you and her tires squealing against the asphalt! You need to lose her fast, or else you’ll surely get caught by the cops. You hold your cock up against your stomach, careful to not blow your own load as you run. Meanwhile, your balls and the two cleaning bottles slap against your bare thighs aggressively.

Your body starts pumping red hot blood and adrenaline through your body, pushing your legs harder than any track event you’ve been in since high school. The stakes are high, and the challenge of outrunning a car is daunting, but your dignity and safety are on the line.

You look behind your shoulder, Claire’s car is directly behind you, tailgating your literal ass. You push through the embarrassment and pain and keep running!

“Get back here Nudie McCoy!” You hear Claire scream as she holds her head out of the window.

You come up to the end of the sidewalk and make a sharp turn right. Claire tries to follow you, driving on the curb and swerving between lanes. You look back again and see you’ve made decent distance from her.

“Come on drive faster!” One girl yells to Claire.

“I’m not totaling this car for that slut! He’s gotta get tired eventually.” Claire replies.

The muscles burn hotter than any girl on campus, feeling like someone is stamping every inch of your calves with a hot iron. Your heart is beating at a million miles a second but that doesn’t stop you. Keeping pace ahead of the car, you make another sharp turn right, with Claire following you closely behind.

“You’re going too slow! Let me drive!” Says one girl, climbing her way out of the backseat as she reaches for the wheel.

“Bitch! What are you doing!” Claire exclaims, fighting her friend off with only one arm on the steering wheel.

You look behind your shoulder once more and see Claire’s vehicle swerving between lanes wildly. You ignore the chaos behind you and keep running forward.

Claire tries to keep everything under control, but as she spots you turning another corner, she’s briefly distracted by her friends, leaving her to miss the turn, heading straight into a street lamp! The crash wasn’t too bad, as far as you could tell at least, but more importantly, the car is stopped! Feeling somewhat relieved, you run as far as your body can muster and dive into a closest set of bushes.

You sit down on the grass, legs tucked in and cock resting between them as you try to catch your breath whilst making as little noise as possible.