James Can't Cum

James had never felt so horny in his life, this in spite of being in the entirely undesirable position of being naked on a live stream being controlled by a bunch of perverted strangers who could seemingly do anything they could conceive of to him.

He was masturbating hard now. He didn't even care about the various comments either mocking his predicament or letting him know how much this was turning him on.

Look, he can't do it! He literally has to do whatever we tell him. This is insane!

Come on James, I've cum twice to you jerking off already!

Looks like you might have to take the show outside James..

Wait, so we get to see him squirt and then has has to go and film naked in public? Win win!

Ugh, this is so fucking hot

James couldn't believe other people could control his bodily functions on demand like this. He felt sure if he just kept going he could finish this but, each time he felt he was about to climax it was like the orgasm simply vanished while the non stop horniness and lack of satisfaction or relief compelled him to try and bring it back again. He felt like he should have cum about five times by now! He had fallen into a squatting position in the corner of the room and was alternately caressing then tugging on his dick trying to get the desired result. Beads of sweat were running down his reddened face and still he couldn't make it stop. His only way of ending this was to promise to take his show outside, and he knew Rebecca would make him do it. But there was a big difference between jacking off to a room of virtual strangers and going outside naked among real people with, some of whom would know him, and doing whatever this twisted audience would **** him to do to **** and humiliate himself further.

"Come on James, you know you have **** here, right?" Rebecca told him, almost sympathetically "Who knows, you may even enjoy yourself outside of here. I know your viewers will!"