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James #100
… Hmm… My least favorite character… lack of inspiration due to an influx of James requests… porn… depression… alcohol… What can possibly go wrong…?
Sweat dripped from his forehead, his head leaning forward, his breathing strained because of the gag ball in his mouth.
His arms were tied up, he couldn't move. He looked down. He was naked… and as hard as he had ever been. His body was trembling in anticipation.
Numerous males stood around him in a circle, jacking off, allowing him to watch. It was sweet torture, he opened his mouth, trying to coax one of them to come over and let him taste them.
"Please… let me…" he begged, hoping that one of them would show him mercy.
Who were they anyway? Edward? Gordon?
He couldn't tell as their faces were in the dark. All he knew was that he needed them. Badly.
"Someone… please… do me…" he begged, wiggling his butt in an attempt to titillate them.
Someone knelt down behind him, he couldn't see who, but he groaned in lust and delight as a firm hand wrapped around his member, masturbating him fast and steady, working him rapidly towards a climax.
He looked at the other men with his eyes half-open, his mouth hanging open in lust. This was too good….
He cried out as he came, emptying himself on the floor. In the same moment, he could feel jet after jet of warm sperm splatter onto his naked skin. He looked up…. And the faces became clear…
Diesel…. Paxton… Sidney… Arry… Bert… Norman… Dart…. Dennis… Spamcan…. and others…. all grinning dirty to him while still holding their members in their hands, drops of cum drooling down on the floor.
He turned his head in panic, to see who was behind him.
"Well, hello there, twinkletoes…." Diesel 10 grinned deviously close to his face.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
James woke up from his own scream, sitting up in the bed, staring around himself with wild eyes.
His boxers were all wet from his own cum. It made him blush in shame. He had a wet dream…. About the diesels! The dream itself had been good, but… why diesels?! He hated them! All of them! And yet… he would have to change his boxers because of them…
"Oh God…." He groaned, feeling utterly dirty. "I will have to shower 100 times to wash off this shame! I can't be turned on by diesels!"