It's over for now as he praises your enthusiasm

"Damn, if I'd known what an anal whore you were before, how much you loved it... You came non-stop just from having a thick dick up your ass!" he exclaims, his voice far too loud for the echoing confines of the theatre.

You hang your head as you realize how many eyes must be on you, feeling them burning your skin like it feels he's burned you once-tight rectum. His dick pulls free with a loud pop, and you feel the air-conditioned air rush in to take its place, feeling the coolness in a part of your body that has never felt cold air before.

"Look at that gape. You're like one of those pornstars," he said with a chuckle, humiliating you further.

You struggle to respond to his words, to defend your dignity, but before you can think of anything he pulls you back, plopping you onto your seat. You land with a yelp of pain, shifting so that only one buttock is on the seat, eyes still downcast lest they meet those of anyone else.

"Hey, is that my pop?" he asks as you open your mouth with no clear plan as to what you will say.

His hand starts to move toward the party-size cup the boys had filled with their piss, and you panic.

"Mine!" you exclaim, snatching it up before him, the overflowing urine splashing over your hands.

Jacob scowls, making you feel guilty, but a defiance fills the parts of you not overcome by shame and fear of discovery.

"You don't like ginger ale," he accuses, clearly mistaking the liquid.

"I..." you pause to think, "I got it because you like it. I want to like it to. I want to... please you."

Jacob stares at you for a moment, his expression inscrutable. Then he smiles, and you feel so much of the negative feelings within dissolve from the brilliance of his smile.

"You know what I'd really love?" he murmurs, leaning toward you, eyes twinkling. You find yourself leaning closer, thinking he's going to kiss you. He never seems to kiss you for some reason.

"What?" you breath, eagerness to please him filling you like it always does. "I'll do it."

Somehow it doesn't matter what he says or does, you always end up wanting to please him, to make him happy and proud. When his eyes light up even more you feel your will completely dissolving.

"You know how you came so hard for so long when I fucked your ass?" he asks. You hesitate for a moment, wanting to tell him that you hadn't been cumming, but not knowing how to do it without telling him the horrible truth. Instead you nod eagerly, pasting a bright vacant smile on your face to cover up the distaste.

"I noticed that you were spraying your own cum into your drink. I thought it was the hottest thing I ever saw. I want you to drink your juices," he says, and points to the 'ginger ale'.

Your smile never falters as your eyes stare with horror down at the cup of yellow piss from five different boys.