Buttfucked by the errand boy

I spent a few minutes staring at my stream, Ace's cum still glistening on my face. Chat was still popping off about the facefucking I'd just received, as if it was some kind of joke... Instead of, y'know, getting violated by my own goddamn brother.

After a while they started calling me out for acting weird, sitting and staring instead of creating more content... But then they explained it away with a quick "oh, Ace must've fucked his brains out."

I ended the stream before the dynamic could get any weirder. I didn't know what was happening, after all--And even though everyone was acting so abnormally normal, I was still worried about my channel getting banned for sexual content.

So I hopped in the shower, grabbed a fresh set of clothes, then scrubbed the floor. It was humiliating, seeing just how much jizz I'd sprayed in my mysterious, hands-free orgasm... Not quite as much as Ace had pumped down my throat, but still.

The rest of my day was almost normal... With a few notable exceptions. I tried to forget about what happened, maybe pretend it was some kinda dream, but little things kept reminding me that some fundamental part of my life had changed.

Instead of making me breakfast, Mom didn't call me up to the kitchen until lunch. "I figured you'd be full, after Ace's little visit," she said, as though she knew I'd swallowed a bucketful of his cum. Then as I left with my food, she gave me a light slap on the ass--And when I asked her what the fuck she was doing, she replied that she "just felt like it" and then told me to "run along."

Later on I texted James, trying to figure out if the sexual content was gonna get me in trouble. Maybe he wasn't a part of whatever cruel joke was being played on me? But no: he didn't know what I was talking about. As far as he was concerned, the only weird thing about today's Morning Chat was that I cut it off early. He urged me to get back online ASAP, reminding me about the importance of sticking to a schedule.

So I spent the afternoon playing games and chatting, slowly getting back into my groove. Everything was normal, except for the occasional reference to my brother, his fat cock, and the rough treatment I'd received at his hands. A few of my fans were mad about the interruption... But the majority wanted to see me get "used like a cheap cocksleeve" again.

Just before dinnertime, they got their wish... Though it wasn't Ace who burst into my room. This time it was James, his arms full of fan-mail for me to open on-stream. Pretty standard--Except for the fact that he was naked from the waist down.

"Hey man. Hey, chat," he said, smiling as he saw that I was back online. "Mailman J, here with your letters. A few packages, too--Hope you sent me something this time!"

"James? W-what are you doing?"

"Dude, I just told you! I'm bringing in the mail." Giving me a weird look, he put the packages down on my desk and promptly started stroking his cock to hardness.

"I mean your dick," I snapped back. "Why is your dick out?"

"Oh! 'Cause I'm gonna fuck you while you do your unboxing thing," he grunted, jacking off faster and faster. "Here, lube'r up!"

Before I could respond, he plunged his member between my lips. I screamed internally, but externally I let out a whimper and started swirling my tongue around his cockhead.

"Nice," he gasped, thrusting a little deeper before pulling out. "Bend over. Pants off."

"Huh? No! G-get out," I shouted--Well, no, it wasn't quite a shout. I could barely bring myself to raise my voice.

"You don't pay me enough to boss me around," he replied with a smirk, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the chair.

"Well, uh, I--I will! I'll start paying you!"

"Awesome! Thanks," he said, positioning himself behind me and placing a firm hand on my back.

"No, I mean--I don't wanna--Can't I just give you a blowjob?" I couldn't believe what I was saying... But it seemed like a good idea at the time. Anything but what he was doing.

"How would you react to fan-mail with your mouth full, dingus?" His hands were unbuttoning my shorts, which immediately dropped to my ankles. For the first time in a long time, I cursed my skinny build. "Eh, might need a bit more lube... Don't want too much yelling this close to the mic," he said jovially, reaching into his pocket for a small bottle.

The next thing I knew, his spit- and lube-covered cockhead was pressing between my bare ass cheeks. Tensing up, I looked downward in shame--Shame which only grew further as I saw that I was once again sporting a full erection.

Pulling my eyes off of that embarrassing sight, I took a glance at the chat.

• Is that Ace again?
• I guess minecraft time is over lol
• BIG J IN THE HOUSE!
• ooh i wonder if he got my letter
• Don't look now Felix but I think your friend has a boner :O
• James isn't modding, quick chat break all the rules you want
• Suckitsuckitsuckit
• Nah it's unboxing time, he'll probably take his ass
• There are still mods online lol
• FUCK DAT SKINNY BOOTY

That last message was particularly well-timed. I gripped the desk with both hands and bit my lip as James, my best friend of many years, pushed his cock into my ass.

Even now, I can barely describe the sensation of that first buttfucking. It hurt, sure, but that was nothing compared to the sense of fulness: James wasn't as big as my brother, but he was plenty big enough to stretch my virgin ass to hell and back. But that in turn paled in comparison to the sheer embarrassment of getting my ass broken in, live on-stream, while I was unable to offer even the most token resistance.

As James began to thrust, my rock-hard erection slapped against my belly with every stroke. Somehow I just knew it would be shooting off soon, so I reached down to aim it beneath my desk (and expensive keyboard).

• look at him go! FASTER JAMES!
• loooll is felix jacking off?
• poggers x2
• Yeah man jerk that meat, you know you wanna
• what happened to fanmail time?
• let's see who cums first
• 100 bits says its James.

Spoiler alert: it wasn't James.

I came in less than a minute, once again coating my floor with cum--Along with the wall beneath my desk, several cables, and a pair of flip-flops.

As I let out my load (along with a pitiful moan), James spoke up from behind me: "Dude, what are you doing? Start opening boxes! We're waiting!"

And so right there, confused, overwhelmed, bent over my desk with James's cock resizing my asshole... I reached for the first package and did my damn job.

But all the while, my mind was racing. What was happening to me? And why? I treat James like shit sometimes, sure, but we're still friends... Same goes for Mom, and even Ace. They'd never act like this under normal circumstances. Neither would my fans.

What I didn't know at the time was that these were "normal circumstances..." The new normal, anyway. My dignity died that day, and I don't think it's ever coming back.