Two's A Crowd..
The sweat trickled down his back, a hot and stuffy sensation filled his lungs with every breath.
He averted his eyes away from the one standing in front of him. He wasn't sure if it was more akin to the sensations of being shy that he had begun to feel, or perhaps it was fear...
Certainly his predicament was unusual. Even for him. Though he couldn't say that it was all bad. Living that carefree lifestyle had served him in the past.
It gave him a sense of freedom unlike anything else. Most would be far too immediate in their refusal to such maddening displays, public or otherwise. But being that person, who relished in the new, being willing to try the unacceptable. And he always felt the adrenaline take him to new heights and experiences, that gave him little memories he felt made him more unique and set him apart from the rest of his fellow man.
Of course it had helped that the company he kept him surrounded by were full of ideas to do the unthinkable.
But tonight he was not surrounded by the adolescent like mirth of his friends.
Instead, it was a uncomfortable situation, one he had negligently agreed to, on a whim of overconfidence, tainted with the lingering affects of alcoholic bravado.
He loosened the collar around his neck, and forced a wry smile that was accompanied by a joke, that he kept to himself.
There was something uncomfortable about his onlooker. Though he couldn't bring himself to look directly back at the man, he could feel his eyes on him.
It began to dawn on him that perhaps this was what normal people felt like, when succumbed to a truly embarrassing situation. He also had another revelation that perhaps this was the other mans strategy, to outdo him. It was at this thought that he begin to taste a sensation of bitterness within his spirit. He had always seen himself as being insurmountable when it came to these dare like challenges.
He had joined an online forum site. And somehow got himself caught up in this mess. The two of them were live streaming in front of a slew of viewers that frequented that very same site. When he had made the mistake of glancing at the scrolling comments of viewers confirming his own doubts he had for himself, as they too were making wagers, and reveling in the sport of such a stupid gamble between two strangers.
And it didn't help that the streaming tip menu allowed for the sounds of pornography, that only seemed to grow more and more obnoxious over time. Essentially all of this was his fault however. He boasted the challenge online, believing that either no one would be brave enough to meet his ludicrous demands for the challenge, or if they had, they'd be too far away to ever make it a real thing.
But this hadn't been the case. And now both he and some stranger from the internet both stood in front of a camera naked. With two circumventing rules for victory or defeat in the challenge. Rule 1. The first person to get hard is considered a pervert and loses. And Rule 2. The first person to put on clothes again was considered to be too uncomfortable to continue and forfeits the challenge.
There were also outliners to these rules, the basics, No interference in the sense of unconsented touching. And a reward for the victor and a punishment for the loser.
At first he thought the person who met him at his door might have had his overconfidence in the matter from being a nudist and full of life experience. But now he questioned if it just wasn't from the simple fact that the person was stranger than him.
Another sound bit of a woman moaning came blaring through the speakers in his tiny apartment. That felt more like Saddam Hussein's hiding hole at this very moment.
The prize for the victor was a bit obvious, All the funds the stream was making from the interactive tip menu would be theirs. And as for the loser, the shame of actually losing to someone was already too difficult for him to even want to think about. And the actual punishment was just adding insult to the injury he would have to face if that were to occur.
He tried to think of different things, to distract himself. It was almost as if his fear to for a biological reaction to occur was going to be the very thing that actually made it happen. He needed to take back the reigns he had once held in his hands on controlling such an captivated audience.
He decided the key problem was that he was overthinking. And he turned to face the camera instead of his fellow competitor, and to not engage with his competition, but rather, with the group of spectator's before him, that had always been his comfort zone.
He made a few penis jokes, failed at swinging his dick like a helicopter, and performed a lavish and yet horrible striptease-esque dance.
And he even spammed his own money into the computer to continuously play the different pornographic noises that now only made him laugh with a form of reckless abandon.
His confidence once again began to bolster itself. And he felt renewed with a vigor he thought had forsaken him. Now turning finally to face his opponent, he could see that the challenger the deviants of the internet had provided him with, had been taking a seating position the whole time... A brilliant strategy he thought, after all, men had always sat down to calm their little mainstay netherly flag salutes.
But the position he was in provided him with an even more impressive opportunity, as he stradled the air just outside the challengers comfort zone and began twerking in front of his face, a few ass slaps and "Do you like it daddies?" later, and the rushing sound of victory jingles coming from the computer signified his most desired reward, of the other man having a boner... Which sounded a lot more wrong in his head when he phrased it all that way.
He looked back to see that he had accomplished his goal, and was somewhat frightened with the arched position he found himself in. Standing himself up immediately. And dawning his own clothes once again, that seemed to feel like royal garbs as he handed the man a cow costume and a leash.
The rest of the stream was featured with him feeding the man some previously prepared; disgusting home made ice cream... And also walking the bovine dressed human through the streets with a leash, for which he crawled on all fours, and told each passerby how he was a disgusting pervert.
Yes overall it was a good day to be weird, with a completely unique experience he believed no one would top. Well no one, except for himself of course......................
He averted his eyes away from the one standing in front of him. He wasn't sure if it was more akin to the sensations of being shy that he had begun to feel, or perhaps it was fear...
Certainly his predicament was unusual. Even for him. Though he couldn't say that it was all bad. Living that carefree lifestyle had served him in the past.
It gave him a sense of freedom unlike anything else. Most would be far too immediate in their refusal to such maddening displays, public or otherwise. But being that person, who relished in the new, being willing to try the unacceptable. And he always felt the adrenaline take him to new heights and experiences, that gave him little memories he felt made him more unique and set him apart from the rest of his fellow man.
Of course it had helped that the company he kept him surrounded by were full of ideas to do the unthinkable.
But tonight he was not surrounded by the adolescent like mirth of his friends.
Instead, it was a uncomfortable situation, one he had negligently agreed to, on a whim of overconfidence, tainted with the lingering affects of alcoholic bravado.
He loosened the collar around his neck, and forced a wry smile that was accompanied by a joke, that he kept to himself.
There was something uncomfortable about his onlooker. Though he couldn't bring himself to look directly back at the man, he could feel his eyes on him.
It began to dawn on him that perhaps this was what normal people felt like, when succumbed to a truly embarrassing situation. He also had another revelation that perhaps this was the other mans strategy, to outdo him. It was at this thought that he begin to taste a sensation of bitterness within his spirit. He had always seen himself as being insurmountable when it came to these dare like challenges.
He had joined an online forum site. And somehow got himself caught up in this mess. The two of them were live streaming in front of a slew of viewers that frequented that very same site. When he had made the mistake of glancing at the scrolling comments of viewers confirming his own doubts he had for himself, as they too were making wagers, and reveling in the sport of such a stupid gamble between two strangers.
And it didn't help that the streaming tip menu allowed for the sounds of pornography, that only seemed to grow more and more obnoxious over time. Essentially all of this was his fault however. He boasted the challenge online, believing that either no one would be brave enough to meet his ludicrous demands for the challenge, or if they had, they'd be too far away to ever make it a real thing.
But this hadn't been the case. And now both he and some stranger from the internet both stood in front of a camera naked. With two circumventing rules for victory or defeat in the challenge. Rule 1. The first person to get hard is considered a pervert and loses. And Rule 2. The first person to put on clothes again was considered to be too uncomfortable to continue and forfeits the challenge.
There were also outliners to these rules, the basics, No interference in the sense of unconsented touching. And a reward for the victor and a punishment for the loser.
At first he thought the person who met him at his door might have had his overconfidence in the matter from being a nudist and full of life experience. But now he questioned if it just wasn't from the simple fact that the person was stranger than him.
Another sound bit of a woman moaning came blaring through the speakers in his tiny apartment. That felt more like Saddam Hussein's hiding hole at this very moment.
The prize for the victor was a bit obvious, All the funds the stream was making from the interactive tip menu would be theirs. And as for the loser, the shame of actually losing to someone was already too difficult for him to even want to think about. And the actual punishment was just adding insult to the injury he would have to face if that were to occur.
He tried to think of different things, to distract himself. It was almost as if his fear to for a biological reaction to occur was going to be the very thing that actually made it happen. He needed to take back the reigns he had once held in his hands on controlling such an captivated audience.
He decided the key problem was that he was overthinking. And he turned to face the camera instead of his fellow competitor, and to not engage with his competition, but rather, with the group of spectator's before him, that had always been his comfort zone.
He made a few penis jokes, failed at swinging his dick like a helicopter, and performed a lavish and yet horrible striptease-esque dance.
And he even spammed his own money into the computer to continuously play the different pornographic noises that now only made him laugh with a form of reckless abandon.
His confidence once again began to bolster itself. And he felt renewed with a vigor he thought had forsaken him. Now turning finally to face his opponent, he could see that the challenger the deviants of the internet had provided him with, had been taking a seating position the whole time... A brilliant strategy he thought, after all, men had always sat down to calm their little mainstay netherly flag salutes.
But the position he was in provided him with an even more impressive opportunity, as he stradled the air just outside the challengers comfort zone and began twerking in front of his face, a few ass slaps and "Do you like it daddies?" later, and the rushing sound of victory jingles coming from the computer signified his most desired reward, of the other man having a boner... Which sounded a lot more wrong in his head when he phrased it all that way.
He looked back to see that he had accomplished his goal, and was somewhat frightened with the arched position he found himself in. Standing himself up immediately. And dawning his own clothes once again, that seemed to feel like royal garbs as he handed the man a cow costume and a leash.
The rest of the stream was featured with him feeding the man some previously prepared; disgusting home made ice cream... And also walking the bovine dressed human through the streets with a leash, for which he crawled on all fours, and told each passerby how he was a disgusting pervert.
Yes overall it was a good day to be weird, with a completely unique experience he believed no one would top. Well no one, except for himself of course......................
