Fuck. He feels so damn good. So incredibly good. If he were a drug, I’d seriously worry about getting addicted.
Noise fills the basement bedroom. I blink with disorientation. What is happening?
Oh lord. The livestream has begun. Ginni has pulled the computer desk right up to the foot of the bed. His hands are on the brightly lit keyboard, and he is fully facing the screen.
And his tight little ass is on my cock.
This feral little brat is talking to his followers while stuffed with my cock. It’s insane. It’s ludicrous. I’ve never heard of anything like it.
Wait. Oh no. My little unhinged twink isn’t moving. He is just sitting here. Warming my cock, keeping it inside him, but not moving.
He is trying to kill me.
He is going to succeed.
I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip. I can’t make a noise. No one can know I’m here. They can’t see me, so I can’t give the game away by making a sound.
I need to stare at the ceiling. Think unpleasant thoughts. Think of anything I can to get my cock to go down. Though with the cock ring on, that’s going to be difficult. My little menace has thought of everything, as usual.
He starts chatting away to his followers. I can’t hear them, and maybe they are sending messages rather than talking into his headphones. Whatever the cause, the result is unnerving. Ginni is babbling away to people I can’t see or hear, about things that are far beyond my comprehension.
Cristo. When did I get so old?
He wriggles a little, and it takes everything I have not to groan. He pauses for a moment, and I just know he has figured out just how much he is torturing me.
I hold my breath and try to clear my mind. Try to focus on anything that is not Ginni’s tight little ass encasing my cock but not moving.
Eternity passes. Universes die and are reborn. Sweat drips off my brow. The torture and humiliation is endless.
“Ooh!” Ginni says suddenly and out of nowhere, the exclamation making me flinch. “So exciting!”
He bounces up and down. Up and down. Fucking himself on my cock while live to his hundred thousand followers. Pretending he is just bouncing in excitement.
Up and down. Up and down. Tight and hot. Friction and pressure.
I gurgle as my orgasm detonates. It burns through me devastating in its intensity. A wildfire that obliterates everything in its path.
My cock spurts and spurts, filling Ginni’s tight little hole with my cum.
He sighs. A happy little sigh. His thighs quiver slightly. And then he continues talking to his followers.
He is such a fucking brat.
I heave in a shaky breath. The oxygen feels good, but all my muscles are still trembling and shaking. I’m tingling all over with aftershocks.
That was the most intense orgasm of my life. But one thing has become perfectly clear. Nobody can treat me like this and get away with it. Nobody.
I’m going to have to kill him.
Chapter sixteen
Ginni
Iend the livestream. That was a good session in more ways than one. Very satisfying. Ten out of ten, no notes. Would recommend.
Carlo’s softening cock is still mostly inside me. But sadly, it is time to move. I stand up, and sigh at the feel of Carlo leaving me. But Carlo’s cum dribbling out of my stretched hole is a delightful sensation, it’s not a bad consolation.
I turn around, and quickly remove the cock ring. Damaging this magnificent cock would be a travesty.
