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I couldn’t believe my eyes. There he was, standing in full frame of his phone, head to toe, without a stitch of clothing on. No thoughts entered my mind beyond how sexy he was. Stupid, backwoods hunk.
He stood there with his large hands clasped tightly in front of his junk. His chest was well defined and a bit hairy but his stomach is where things got thicker and darker. His treasure trail fanned out into a thick matte of fur spreading down onto his thighs. Although his wrists shielded most of his pubic area, I could tell he had quite the bush.
Straight men…
His face was petrified.
He began to turn to his left. Quickly at first but then his eyes bulged and his movements slowed. His hunky body continued to pivot in place but at a snail’s pace.
That’s when my brain began to function again, driven by lust and surprise until now. It had worked. My comment had actually fucking worked somehow.
I recalled my instructions, requiring him to spin in place once to give a show for everyone and then after one spin, hands up. Now MY eyes bulged. He must have realized the same thing. Following my orders, he had begun turning in place but realized that once he completed a full rotation, his hands would no longer be able to shield himself. He attempted to slow the turn but ultimately he couldn’t stop.
It was really working.
Well, perhaps this was still one of his games. Would he have gone this far to continue this ruse? I wondered if he expected his stream to be taken down in a matter of seconds and anticipates that he won’t have to actually raise his hands for us.
Us. I checked the view count. There were already 240 people here and the number was climbing rapidly. Clearly I wasn’t the only one curious and anticipating what he would do in response to my last comment.
He was in profile now and his shapely ass started to come into view. As he continued his slow spin I got to see more of the hairy globes. He clearly didn’t skip leg day, because his ass was a trapezoid of musculature, dusted heavily with the same dark fur from his front. What I would give to have him bend over for me.
I realized though, that it wouldn’t work, at least not now. He was too far from Ankara escort his phone to see anything I typed. Although, did he have to read it? I wasn’t sure how this potential ability worked, assuming, beyond all reasonable thought, that it WAS real.
I opened the comments to type a quick command.
[Jump twice]
I watched with anticipation as our hunk continued to turn, now fully showing off his backside. He continued his rotation but stood with feet planted on the carpet of his room.
Okay, so he does have to read it.
Or this is all still some stupid, really risky game that he’s playing, and he doesn’t know that I messaged him anything. That seemed less plausible somehow.
With the comments up, I could see the debates forming among the now 600 viewers. It was mostly in 3 camps: belief and fear for this man asking me to stop it, belief and disdain for him asking me to make him do more, and the most common of disbelief and yelling at the guy to stop this gay shit.
I’d say 80% of people didn’t believe though and were saying he’s taking this joke too far and to stop acting like a queer or that they were going to unfollow him now.
Not that he could see any of this.
He began his pivot to profile again. I hated seeing his ass turn away from me but it meant that his mostly naked front was taking its place which I didn’t mind. I could see his face straining. He must have been acting, trying to make it look like he was attempting to stop this ‘mind control’ I had over him or something. Either way though, what a treat this ended up being getting to see this dude’s ass. I bet he’d regret this attempt at gaining klout later.
Ass fully hidden from frame, he was almost facing us fully. What would he do? What would his excuse be for not following through? How was he going to turn this into a ‘win’ for him?
His face began to redden. Anger? Embarrassment? Regret?
It’s not like he would actually–
His hands shot up to his head.
I gasped.
There’s no fucking way. No fucking way.
For me and the 1,400 other viewers, this dick had actually exposed HIS dick to all of us.
I saw nothing but his crotch, afraid I would miss anything. As expected, Ankara escort bayan his bush was large. It covered much of the base of his cock but there was still about two inches that hung out, resting on top of his balls. He was circumcised, as I wagered most of these rednecks were, and his head was pretty big. The balls it rested on were average-ish in size, tight against his body, but also covered in fur that made determining their exact shape or size difficult. How men like this ever got blowjobs was beyond me.
But there it was. His dick. He had actually done it. He actually got naked for, now, 1,500 people.
While his dick remained in its soft state of 3 inches or so, mine pushed angrily against the confines of my underwear and shorts.
Before I sank fully into lust, I pulled down on my phone to bring up screen recording.
3…
2…
1…
I began to record this man in his nude state. I now took a moment to look away from his dick to see his face, now more red than I thought possible. His eyes told me this was indeed embarrassment though and not anger. Perhaps that emotion would come later, but this man did not like what he was doing.
Did that really mean… what I thought it did?
He continued his turn as commanded. I’ll give it to him that he was smart. He turned quickly, but not so much that I didn’t get a great view of his dick in profile, pushing up away from his body. Once his dick was hidden from us, he turned slowly, trying to shield himself from us as long as possible. Not that I minded the view from the back.
Then 20 seconds later his dick reemerged on the other side and he’d turn quickly to hide it again on the other side. He kept this spinning act up time after time.
Curiously, I pulled up the comments to see what people were saying now and it had changed drastically. There was no longer any disbelief in the 2,000 people viewing. Now it was mostly people calling to flag the video to free this man from his torment. The small smattering of my peers calling for more or commenting on how hot they felt was the minority, but vocal.
[OMFG SO HOT!!!]
[@KyleTheWise you’re a madman. I love you!]
[Make sure to take screenshots everyone!!]
[ohmygod Escort Ankara im gunna cum watching this]
What a perfect idea.
I quickly ripped my bottoms off, laying back on my bed in just a t-shirt, my own dick throbbing hard standing up on its own. I was too lazy or too lust-driven to grab any lube so I made due by spitting into my hand and beginning to pump myself. I hid the comments to focus on the main act.
It was basically a repeated loop. 20 seconds of his ass and then a few seconds of his dick. I didn’t care. It was enough.
My mind started to ponder the possibilities. What if I had been more specific? What if he was reading the comments while doing this? The things I could have made him do.
And then disappointment.
The screen went black with a message from TikTok: The live has ended.
Dammit.
He clearly didn’t end it himself since at that time his ass was to me, so TikTok must have gotten enough complaints to review the stream and take it down. Fuck.
But then I saw the red notification near the top of my screen. Eureka! I pressed it to end the screen recording and open the video in my photos. I now had a permanent video of his naked spin. I pressed play and watched as I continued to stroke myself.
Using my left thumb I scrubbed the video so that I could loop him while he was facing the camera, fully on display for me. His face was in humiliated agony, a few tears dripped down into his beard, but I didn’t care. The bastard had deserved this.
I continued to tell myself this as I narrowed my focus onto that soft cock of his, bouncing slightly as he tried to quickly turn around. It was too much to contain. The image of him. The idea of what just happened. The possibilities this opened up in my mind.
I felt my balls tighten and my dick swell with excitement as I began to shoot. I hadn’t edged much, only 3 minutes since I started jacking off, but I came more than I have in a while. The first shot hit my chest, staining my shirt, and then the second went to match it. The remainder spewed out onto the tummy of my shirt.
I continued to pump out my seed as I watched this racist hunk show his privates to me unwillingly. I layed back and continued to watch the video in my post-orgasm lull, idly playing with my still-hard cock.
It had worked.
What did this mean?
What were my limits?
How did this happen?
I passed out.
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