Jack doesn't say anything to you. He keeps hold of your hand and leads you back to your room, where he lets you go, but starts gathering up your stuff. You watch as he begins to box it all up.
You find it hard to concentrate on what he's doing. It doesn't make much sense, and your dick is commanding much more attention. You remember the look Jack gave you when he saw you jerking off earlier, but you can't help but pet your belly and inner thighs. Just that rubbing makes your penis thrum a little to the time of your heartbeat, and a little precum dribbles out.
Jack moves past you carrying several boxes. You force yourself to stop as he gets near you and walks by, but when he's left the room, you quickly go to the side of your bed and pull out a tissue from the tissue box. Your large ears flit toward the door, making sure he's not back yet, and you quickly rub one out.
Fuck, that feels good. Your thin teen-like body shudders and your man-dick spills several loads. You sit, naked, on your bed, spent. You clean up a little, then throw the tissue away.
Jack comes back, and repeats the process of boxing up your clothes, computer, and other things. You start to worry. "Jack? What are you doing?"
He ignores you. "Hey. That's my Dresser." You say.
"You're not going to need it." Jack says coldly. Your face screws up in confusion.
But at the same time, your dick demands attention - it's not deflating in the least, and one of your furry paws starts to migrate down the front of your chest to it. "What- what do you mean by that? Jack?" But he doesn't reply. Your furry mitt is around your shaft again. You look down and see this, then force yourself to stop touching it.
You stand and move to stop Jack from moving more stuff out of your room, but you can't bring yourself to touch or stop him. A thought occurs to you, and before you can analyze the thought, it's out of your lips: "Can - can I stop you?"
Jack stops and considers this. "No, I don't think you can." Then, he simply continues to throw the rest of your stuff out except for your bed and computer. As he does so, you wind up jerking off a few more times, but your dick never deflates. It stays hot, warm, and perked. The only difference after spilling your load is a gradual increase, not decrease, in your eagerness. For some reason, this is more pressing matter than losing all your worldly possessions: why are you still horny!?