Peter tries to control himself

Peter dropped his bag out of his left hand and quickly covered his mouth to stifle his continued moans. His right hand refused to stop playing with his newly sensitive right nipple. Whatever method Deadpool was using to humiliate him had complete control of him. He couldn't stop himself from doing as Deadpool suggested and as he continued to make muffled cries he was genuinely unsure if Deadpool was the one forcing him to continue. Dashing behind a nearby vending machine he continued to moan into his free hand as his right hand eagerly tweaked away. His classmate's view of him was temporarily blocked, but that wasn't what had him worried. What worried him was he didn't want to stop. It was obvious he was doing this because of Deadpool but... he gave himself a hard twist causing him to scream in pleasure into his hand but his hardening dick to escape his panties... he couldn't tell if Deadpool was forcing him to do it. It was humiliating but felt amazing. It took every ounce of self control to keep himself muffled, if one hand felt this great, fuck, imagine both. Peter's dick twitched at the thought, rising ever higher.

Peter closed his eyes in frustration. He didn't want to stop, his nipples felt fucking incredible, he wanted to grab both of them and twist hard till he came all over the school hallway. He had to stop. He had to will himself to stop, to prove he could control himself...