(Bonus) The Unboxing

Author's Note: A bonus chapter written by me, Filberson, the commissioner.

I reached for a piece of fan mail with one hand, bracing myself with the other. It was a letter, dated from just a few days before my world turned inside out. I couldn't lift both arms away from the desk—They were busy holding me up while my best friend violated my asshole—So I ripped the letter open with my teeth.

Inside was a small card. I read it out loud as best I could, my voice squeaking each time James's cock rammed into my prostate.

Dear FeLiX,

Your ViDeOs always bring a sMiLe to my FaCe.

I WaTcH you whenever I'm feeling DoWn.

I ThInK you're really NiCe and if we met up I ThInK we'd get along really WeLL together.

UwU

I didn't add the uwu to be funny: it was in there, I swear! But just as I said it, James gripped my thighs and started plugging into me harder than ever before… So I groaned out the “uwu” sound in a very un-masculine way.

Chat was loving it, but my soul cringed inside of me. I kept reading:

My nUmBeR is ...

[Okay, I had the sense not to read that part out. Even while being absolutely reamed.]

DoN't read this on sTReAM.

[Why did they leave that till the end?!]

YoUrS truly,

PinkPhantoms

Chat reacted quickly:

• aww that's so sweet!!!!
• Nice "dicktion" there Felix
• someone has a crush
• Parasocial relationships aren't cute guys.
• whoever sent that needs a wank badly
• this is the best channel to jerk it to ngl
• WHAM, BAM, THANK YOU, FELIX
• earthquake

I stared at that last comment. What did they mean? I followed it with my eyes as it scrolled away, but I had trouble focusing on it—And not just because it was being pushed up by new comments. The text itself was shaking. No, my whole feed was shaking.

I snapped out of my streamer's tunnel vision. The camera was shaking because my desk was rocking. My hands were clenched around the edge, and James was plowing my ass so hard he was messing up the video feed.

"James, give it a rest! You're ruining my stream!"

"Shit. Sorry."

As James pulled out, my freshly-deflowered asshole contracted around the sudden emptiness, making me moan. My butt, now unplugged, leaked a stream of cum down my thighs and onto the floor.

At least the nightmare’s finally over, I thought as James sat back in my $400 gaming chair, smothering it with his lubed-up cock and balls. God, I'll never get that stain out.

Then he scooted forward, my legs got knocked out from under me, and I toppled backwards. James caught my waist with both hands as I landed in his lap.

"Jesus... James! What the fuck! Fucking stop!"

"Relax. The camera's fine now… See?"

Sure enough, the screen was giving my whole audience a fixed and steady view of me, pants down, straddling my half-naked buddy. It also revealed that James had taken out his little bottle of lube again, and was slathering his persistent boner with it. My thoughts came bubbling out of me in a torrent of words.

"How do you last this long? No, I mean—Why the hell did you bring lube? Why—What are you doing?"

"Uh... One: It's been a while. Two: I didn't wanna hurt you. I’m your friend, remember? And three: I'm getting ready for you to ride me."

Hearing that last part, what was left of my rational mind finally kicked into gear and I pleaded with him between gasps.

"James, stop. I don't want to ‘ride’ you. I don't want you to fuck me. Please let me go."

I desperately wanted that to be true… But something inside me didn't want him to stop. It was like an itch, that only grew the more it was scratched. I tried to glare at James, but my stern look was undercut by the rest of me: my face was flushed, my dick was rock-hard, and my tongue was hanging out of my mouth as I gasped for air.

If James understood my words, he didn't show it. He finished lubing up his cock, then pushed a slippery finger into my ass.

"Pay attention to the stream, dude."

My stream… How could I forget? I squirmed as my friend moistened my hole, adding more fingers one by one. But I wanted to do my best to entertain my audience, so I reached for a box.

"Shout out to BananaTiger72 for sending me... A six-pack of Cherry Flavoured PowerSurge, limited edition!"

• only the fancy stuff for felix
• i can never find that in stores im jealous
• That's my package! Thank you!
• pop that cherry!
• do more letters
• pop that cherry! pepelaugh
• POP THAT CHERRY

Chat erupted in a wall of POP THAT CHERRY. James, looking over my shoulder, saw this, popped open a can, and held it to my mouth. Just as he did, he squeezed open my buttcheeks and plunged his package back into me.

He gritted his teeth and smiled. "Mailman J—Ooof—Always delivers."

The sickly-sweet energy drink ran over my tongue and down my throat… But since James was bouncing me on his lap like a cheap sex toy, it quickly went down the wrong pipe. I coughed it up, and spluttered it all over my shirt.

• what does it taste like?
• rude
• cherry. it tastes like cherry.
• aw don't waste it
• do minecraft next
• Felix the Fleshlight!

It was like I was in some kind of dream. Not knowing what else to do, I just kept playing along with the chat. Why? Maybe I thought things would get back to normal if I kept doing my usual routine? Either way, that acrid mouthful of Cherry PowerSurge snapped me back to reality.

"No more. James, please... No more. I can't take it."

James let out a low grunt, tightening his grip on my waist. "I'm close too... Ungh… Let's cum together."

I yelled, partly in defiance, but mostly because of my orgasm—Not to mention the other one pumping deep inside me. I watched in horror as my cum splattered onto my precious chair, down onto my flip-flops, and underneath my desk. Even my damn cables were matted with the stuff.

How would I clean that off? Why is this happening? How am I cumming again, so fast? And so fucking MUCH?

However much it was, though, James gave me more. I swear I felt his dick pulse load after load into my poor, wrecked hole.

I tried to think through my anal orgasm, but it was too hard: James's dick was scrambling my mind as much as my insides. I was in a haze… Practically catatonic. Cock-shocked.

I do remember that James relaxed back into my chair, sighed, and checked on the chat. Someone was asking about Minecraft again.

“No… No Minecraft today,” he said solemnly, as if breaking some bad news. As if he hadn't just spent all that time breaking in his best friend's butthole.

Remember, I told myself, Please remember to take a shower after this. Don't just leave your guts stuffed with your best friend's cum...