You swallow your pride, and more.

You think about it for a long moment. She never specified how you had to service the man, and just like anyone else, he can cum from being jerked off. So what if it takes a bit longer? I'm not sucking any cock.

You are nervous as you walk towards the man and kneel down in front of him. The door is still wide open, and it is surprisingly busy outside as other henchmen walk by and steal glances at your current situation. You're naked, on your knees in front of a man getting ready to jerk him off. You've never jerked any cock but your own before now. the toys dont fucking count. You almost laugh as you kneel in front of the short man. Even on your knees, you are nowhere near his cock. You take a deep breath and reach one hand up to his half-limp dick.

"That's right ****, get my cock ready." His voice is laughably delicate, completely out of place.

Ready? This is all you'll get. You do your best to ignore him as his cock quickly comes to full mast in your hand. It is remarkably average, 5-6 inches, and on the narrow side. His cock is very similar to your own, but your hand feels bigger on his body-frame. Another man walks by, pausing for a moment as you stroke. You can't help but look away from his gaze as he locks eyes with you. This elicits another approving chuckle from the short man. You frown up at him, resenting his ability to taunt you as you stroke his cock for access to a toilet.

"C'mon, suck it. I know you want you. Why else would you be here?" he muses.

You ignore him and concentrate your attention outside, not wanting to look at his dick as you stroke it. The man reaches a hand up to your head caresses your hair. You move your head back and he laughs again, letting his arm fall back to his side. His cock is leaking precum now, and it is starting to lubricate your motions. The slick sliding noise grates in your ears as you try to divert your attention away from your humiliating predicament. This time both of his hands shoot up to your head and he tries to **** you down onto his cock. This time you can't hide your laughter. He is not strong enough to **** you to do anything. You resist easily, and grin widely as he drops his hands in defeat. You're sure that he is close, his futile attempt to finish in your mouth was easily avoided, and now this is almost over. After another minute or two of jerking, the man bats your hand away and begins to jerk himself off. This position is somehow more humiliating than the first one. You are naked, on your knees, waiting for a man to jerk off onto you. Fuck, I'm going to have to clean this up. You brace for some last ditch effort by the man to **** his dick towards your face, but he stands his ground. His legs tense up and he rises to his tippy-toes. It's coming. Another henchman walks up behind the man as he jerks furiously towards release. This henchman stops, watching the show. You close your eyes and wait for the inevitable. A groan comes from the short man, and you know it's happening.

Quite surprisingly, his small frame and average cock blasts you with a torrent of cum. The first blast hits your chest with amazing ****, startling you. The next spurt is aimed slightly higher at your neck and shoulders. You reel back knowing where the next one is aimed but you can't avoid getting a shot right on the lips. You instinctively turn away and wipe the cum from your lips. The next shot lands in your hair. That's gonna be a bitch to clean up. He continues to spurt for another moment and then finally finishes.

"That's right, ****. Bathe in it." he groans, as he strokes out the last bits of jizz from his average cock.

Now that the show is finished, the voyeur henchman continues on with whatever he was doing, and the short man turns and shuts the door. The wall does not slide up. The toilet does not disappear. You've done it. Your stomach, neck, shoulders and even your hair has cum splattered throughout. You gag as you scrape it off of your body wherever you can, you quickly walk over to your new toilet and begin cleaning up in much the same way that you did before, scraping the cum into the toilet and off your body and the floor. After a brutal 5 or so minutes of shuffling back and forth, you are glad that he ordeal is over with, despite the traces of cum in your matted hair.

"Acceptable, but much room for improvement, ****." The speakers say from above.

You remember that those two, plus however many else online just watched that all happen. You shudder hard knowing that someone else has seen you jerk another man off and paint you with their cum.

You decide to take your mind off the ordeal by doing some exercises on your bedroll. After a few push ups and sit-ups, you sit and try not to think about what happened.