Why Am I Doing This on Camera?
It's your typical after-work night. What's the easiest dopamine? Yup, you scrolled through your endless Instagram feed, the bright screen lighting up your face in the quiet darkness of your room as your thumb flicked upward without much thought. Post after post of fitness models and travel snaps passed by until a vibrant red 'LIVE' icon grabbed your full attention.
It was him, Tyler, the smoking hot influencer you had been crushing on for months, going live from what must be his brand new apartment. Tapping the notification, the stream loaded instantly, revealing Tyler standing in the middle of a spacious bedroom, shirtless and looking every bit the hunk from his photos. His wavy brown hair was perfectly messy, stubble shadowing his chiseled jaw, and his body was a masterpiece of muscle – broad shoulders, massive rounded pecs that heaved with each breath, deep cuts in his eight-pack abs shining under the ceiling light.
"Hey yo, what's good everybody? Thanks for tuning in to the live! Just moved into this sick new place and I wanted to give you all the grand tour right now," Tyler said with a charming grin, panning the camera slowly to show the big window and the neatly made bed behind him. You felt a rush of heat flood your body, your own cock twitching to life in your pants as you stared at his perfect form, the power inside you stirring as your horniness peaked.
Focusing your will, you channeled the magical ability that allowed you to reach into anyone's mind and bend it to your desires.
'Tyler, you're starting to feel an itch in your chest, a warmth spreading through your body,' you thought intensely, directing the command straight into his head through the live stream connection.
On the screen, Tyler continued talking for a moment, gesturing around the room, but then his hand rose unconsciously to rub at his left pec, fingers brushing over the sensitive nipple.
"Man, it's feeling a bit stuffy in here already, or maybe it's just all the excitement of the new place," he laughed lightly to his viewers.
The chat exploding with comments like 'looking jacked as always Tyler!' and 'show us the bathroom next!'. But you could see the slight confusion in his eyes as he lingered on the touch a second longer than normal, his breath hitching just a bit as the suggestion took root deeper in his mind, his nipples visibly hardening into tight little peaks under the bright lights.
You pushed the power further, slow and deliberate, letting the real-time pace of the live unfold naturally as your cock throbbed harder in your shorts.
'Tyler, that warmth is sliding down now, making your abs tingle and your cock start to fill out heavy in your shorts,' you commanded silently, watching his every micro-expression. Tyler's hand drifted lower without him seeming to notice at first, palm gliding over the ridges of his carved abs as he tried to keep the tour going.
"Alright, check out this killer window view – natural light all day, perfect for workouts, you know?" he said, voice steady but with a faint edge now, his free hand absentmindedly adjusting the waistband of his low-slung shorts where a growing bulge was starting to strain the fabric obscenely.
Again, the chat lit up with fire emojis and 'damn those abs tho', but Tyler's brow furrowed slightly, his head tilting back just like in those flexing poses he always did, a soft "Mmm..." escaping his lips before he caught it and cleared his throat.
The mind control sank in deeper as you leaned closer to your phone, your own breathing quickening while Tyler's body responded helplessly on camera.
'Keep going, Tyler, that cock of yours is getting so fucking hard it needs attention, stroke it through the shorts for me,' you willed, exaggerating the sensual pull until his hand obeyed. Tyler paused mid-step toward the window, fingers pressing firmly over the thick outline of his swelling dick, rubbing up and down the length in slow, confused circles.
"Uhhh... guys, something feels... sooo weird all of a sudden," he muttered, voice dropping lower, but he didn't stop, the wet friction audible even through the mic as his palm schlicked over the fabric. His massive pecs heaved faster, sweat beginning to bead on the deep cleavage between them, and the chat went wild with shocked laughing emojis mixed with 'keep rubbing bro what the fuck'.
You held the command steady, drawing out the slow-burn torment as Tyler's resistance crumbled under the magical grip on his mind.
'Pull those shorts down now, Tyler, free that fat throbbing cock and wrap your fist around it for all your fans to see,' you thought with wicked focus, your own dick leaking pre into your underwear.
Tyler's eyes widened on screen, mouth opening in a perfect O of surprise as his hands hooked into the waistband and yanked the shorts down to his thighs in one smooth motion. His massive nine-inch cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the fat purple head already glistening with a fat string of precum that drooled down the shaft.
"Fuuuuck... what am I... ohhhh shitttt, my dick's out on live," he groaned, but his hand was already gripping the base, squeezing the heavy girth as a deep "Nnnngh..." rumbled from his throat, head tilting back again with eyes fluttering half-closed.
The live stream captured every vulgar detail in real time as you fed him more commands, making the jerking build gradually hotter and more desperate.
'Stroke it slow at first, Tyler, pump that meat nice and easy, feel those heavy balls slap against your hand,' you directed, savoring the way his body obeyed instantly. Tyler's fist glided up and down the slick shaft with wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds echoing through the mic, his hips bucking forward involuntarily while his free hand roamed up to pinch a swollen nipple.
"Ahhh... bros, I can't... uhhhnngh... stop touching myself," he panted, voice cracking into a needy moan as precum oozed in thick rivulets over his knuckles, dripping onto the floorboards below. His abs clenched visibly with every stroke, the defined V-lines framing that pulsing cock like a obscene frame, and the incoming comments flooded faster – 'Tyler wtf is this hot af' and 'stroke faster daddy'.
You ramped up the intensity bit by bit, keeping the pace real-time and torturously slow as Tyler's mind fought and failed against your unbreakable control.
'Faster now, Tyler, jerk that fat cock like the horny slut you are, slap those balls harder and moan louder for the camera,' you commanded, your own hand slipping into your pants to match his rhythm. Tyler's strokes quickened, fist flying up and down the veiny length with lewd wet slaps, his heavy balls swinging and smacking audibly against his wrist.
"Mmmph... fuuuck yes... ahhh it feels so good, why can't I stop..." he groaned loudly, head thrown back exactly like those video frames, mouth wide open in raw ecstasy as sweat poured down his chiseled torso, making his pecs and abs gleam like oiled marble. The chat was a blur of shocked caps and horny gifs, viewers begging for more while Tyler's legs trembled.
The buildup crested higher as you held him right on the edge, forcing every exaggerated sensation to flood his controlled mind in vivid waves.
'Edge it, Tyler, don't cum yet, keep pumping that throbbing meat and feel your balls churning full of thick load,' you willed, watching his face contort in desperate pleasure. Tyler's hand slowed teasingly then sped up again, thumb swirling over the leaking slit as ropes of precum flew everywhere.
"Uhhh... I'm so close... fuck bros my cock's gonna explode... haaaah... don't know what's happening but it feels too good," he whimpered between moans, eyes squeezing shut as his body arched, massive pecs thrusting forward and nipples rock-hard. The onomatopoeia of his frantic stroking filled the audio – schlick-schlick-schlick – mixed with his deep guttural groans, the live counter ticking up with hundreds more joining the chaos.
You finally released the dam, commanding the explosive finish with full vulgar force as the real-time climax hit.
'Cum now, Tyler, shoot the biggest load of your life all over yourself on live, let it splatter everywhere you sexy stud,' you thought triumphantly. Tyler's body seized up instantly, fist blurring on his cock as his balls drew tight and erupted.
"FUUUUCK... nngghaaah... I'm cumming... ahhhnnngh... spluuuurt... spluuuurt... OHHHH YESSSSSS! My god it's everywhere!" he bellowed, thick white ropes of hot cum blasting out in powerful arcs, painting his heaving pecs, dripping down his abs in messy streaks, and puddling on the floor at his feet with wet splats. His mouth hung open in a perfect silent moan, head tilted back just like the video captured, body shaking through spurt after endless spurt until his cock finally stopped pulsing, leaving him glazed and panting.
Tyler blinked hard on camera, cum still dripping from his chin and chest as the post-orgasm haze clashed with your lingering mind control, confusion washing over his flushed face.
"What the... why the fuck did I just jerk off on live? Guys, I swear I don't know what came over me... that wasn't me," he stammered, voice hoarse and shaky, trying to pull his shorts up with trembling hands while the chat exploded in a frenzy of 'that was insane' and 'do it again' messages.
"Shit, shit, shit! Holy shit! What have I done?" he panicked, his eyes darted around the room, cheeks burning red under the stubble as he wiped a streak of his own load off his abs absentmindedly, the live still rolling with thousands watching every second of his bewildered afterglow.
You weren't done yet, the power humming stronger in your veins as horniness surged through you at the sight of his cum-covered muscles.
'Tyler, scoop up some of that hot cum and taste it for your fans,' you commanded smoothly, forcing the next wave without mercy.
Tyler's hand moved on autopilot, fingers scooping a thick glob of his own jizz from his pec and bringing it to his lips, tongue darting out to lick it clean.
"Mmmph... tastes so freaking salty and tasty and... WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK why am I doing this on camera?"
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