“What have you got for us to watch?” You ask.
“Oh, all sorts of videos, man--what’s your fancy?”
“I don’t know--surprise me,” you say, and Jake grins, before hefting himself up off the couch and walking over
to the DVD rack where he stored his sizable porn collection, picked one out and put it on. After a short title
sequence, a couple of grungy looking bears on a construction site, all sweaty and hot, start groping each
other and kissing, and you take a deep drag off your cigar, sit back and pull out your cock. “Aww yeah, that’s
some hot shit right there.”
“Now don’t get too comfortable man,” Jake says, and adjusts the gun, “after all, you still haven’t paid for
the privilege.”
The gun went off, surrounding you with the usual aura of light, and when it disappeared, you didn’t look any
different, but fuck if you weren’t the horniest you’d ever felt in your whole life. You gripped your cock and
started stroking it, groaning with pleasure, your cock easily three or four times more sensitive than before,
and before you can stop yourself, you’re cumming, blowing a massive load all over your filthy shirt and fat
beer gut, grunting and moaning...and then you feel the change--your balls. Your balls are huge, and you can
almost feel them churn with cum as you unload all over yourself, a few shots even hitting you in the face. You
pant for a second or two until you’ve regained the ability to speak, puffing on your cigar and sipping a beer.
“Fuck Jake, what the hell did you do to me?”
“Ha, and that was just the first payment--you still have two more. Go on, keep watching those two bears make
out, isn’t that fucking hot? Doesn’t watching that just make you so horny?”
Your eyes are drawn back to the TV, and the video playing, and hell if your cock isn’t already hard again, and
your hand is wrapped around it, stroking it again. It’s not that you want to jack off--it’s that you need to.
By the time the first bear starts giving the chubby one a blow job you’ve shot your second load in a matter of
minutes. “Fuck Jake, come on, this is crazy, I can’t--” but you’re cut off as Jake grabs your still semi-hard
cock and starts jacking it himself, milking you while you smoke your cigar and down your beer, eyes locked on
the TV, and you cum a third time, but you’re just as horny as though you hadn’t touched yourself in weeks.
“Like it? You horny fucking slob?” Jake asked, still massaging the last of your third shot into his hand, and
licking it off, “You wanted a job? Well, from now on all you’re going to be able to work at is keeping that
fucking dick of your happy. I want you horny from the second you wake up to the second you go to bed,
masturbating all the while.”
“Jake, that’s crazy--come on, my dick will fall off.”
“Aww, come on, don’t you want to at least try?” Jake said, and shot you with the gun a second time.
“Hell yeah I want to try,” you say, gripping your dick for a fourth round and milking it, twisting one of your
nipples. You fucking love masturbating after all, it’s the only thing you seem to have time for these days,
other than smoking and drinking, but you want this one to be slow. You milk the shaft, already sticky with
your previous shots, and lick your lips, tasting the cum you’ve shot there, and the porn...fuck, you’ve never
noticed before, how fucking beautiful the bears are. You could just stare at the forever, as the fuck and
suck--yeah, you fucking love watching guys--you’re a god damn voyeur and proud of it. You pass a hot guy on
the street--you’ll turn around and follow him, jacking off in your pants the whole damn time. Jacking off in
public though--there’s no bigger rush for you. The possibility of discovery, the lewdness of it--it makes you
so damn hot you can’t fucking stand it.
“Fuck man, you’re such a fucking pervert,” Jake says, massaging your shoulders.
“Ha, you made me this way, so no fuckin’ complaining.”
“Who’s complaining?” Jake says, “As long as you save some for me.”
“Aw Jake, you know I’ve always got more, especially for a fat nasty slob like you.”
Nasty, eh?” Jake says, fiddling with the gun, “I’m still not as nasty as you’re gonna be.”
“Oh really?” You ask, grinning, “What else have you got for me?”
Jake didn’t answer--he just fired the gun, and when the glow disappeared and you looked down at yourself, you
saw exactly what he’d had planned for you. It’s the smell that hits you the most, the stench of months--maybe
years of cum stains coating your body and your clothes, which have yellowed so far that they’re nearly brown
with cum, and you’re body isn’t much better. You just feel...sticky, and while you’re first thought is that
it’s all yours--that isn’t entirely true. Sure, most of it is yours, but the rest of it, well, you’re just a
cum rag. You’ll beg anyone to jack off on you--facials are your favorite, but anything will send you over the
edge. A walking cum rag--that’s you, and it’s so hot you shoot your forth load in twenty minutes, and are
ready to go again when Jake straddles you and starts jacking his own cock. “Wanna race?” he asks?
You leer at him, and the two of you start jacking off. You win, of course--you always win. It takes you
fifteen seconds to turn around and blow a fifth load, just as large, up the front of your shirt and into your
beard, but Jake isn’t too far behind you, unloading his own stream across your face, into your hair and beard,
which you rub in like it’s the most exquisite lotion in the world.
“Fuck dude,” Jake says, “I made you into one fine pervert.”
“Fuck Jake, it’s so fuckin’ hot man--I don’t know how to thank you. I couldn’t be happier.”
“Aww...really? Does that mean that there isn’t anything else you’d like to do with me today? I thought that
the game was just getting interesting...”
“Oh fuck Jake, you know I’m not done yet, and I know just what I want to do next,” you say.