Author's Note

Contains: Livestream fails, gooning, orgasm denial, very poor streaming etiquette, and League of Legends being canon

Day 20 - Virus (Hitch Trailblazer)

“Alright, we’ve finally crossed the five hour mark. Which means it’s time for me to once again check our donations to help repair the old sheriff station.”

Hitch Trailblazer paused the game he was playing, some rage-inducing platformer that Sprout had suggested for the event, and looked over at his other monitor to view the stream’s metrics.

A handful of viewers, little chatting in the last hour, zero new subscribers or followers, and as for the donations…

“”It looks like we’re still sitting at 20 bits.” Hitch said, a grimace pulling across his face as he confirmed the pitiful total. “And I think that’s the same 20 bits that Zipp donated to ‘get the ball rolling’.”

BoutofSprout: dude your totally bombing here
BoutofSprout: you should of let me play league for this insteda

Hitch rolled his eyes at Sprout’s helpful commentary. “If you were playing, I doubt we’d even have the one donation.” He grumbled loudly, hands tightly gripping his controller as he considered whether to continue this farce.

Maybe it wasn’t too late for a sexy calendar shoot after all.

HunkMaster: If it helps, I have a surefire way of getting you viewers.

“HunkMaster, welcome to the stream.” Hitch sighed, pursing his lips as he read over the new arrival’s offer. He then shrugged his shoulders as decision. “Honestly, I’ll take any help I can get. What do you suggest?”

HunkMaster: All you’ve gotta do is click this link and you’ll start getting loads of viewers.
BoutofSprout: DUDE DONT CLIKC THAT RE YOU STUOID

But Sprout’s misspelled warnings came too late, Hitch almost immediately clicking on the tempting link with no inklings of cybersecurity. Not even taken aback as his browser opened and quickly downloaded a .exe file he was eager to open.

Hitch’s computer froze for a moment as the program opened, closing out everything that wasn’t itself or the streaming software that now solely displayed Hitch’s camera feed. The sound of the game’s music in the background was replaced with a low, ear-filling hum while the game itself was replaced with a flashing, seizure-inducing strobe effect that stole Hitch’s attention.

Hitch blinked rapidly to keep the strobes from affecting him, but soon his eyes were wide and his mouth hung open as the strobes numbed his brain and began to snake its way into his mind.

As well, a snake of his own began to develop in Hitch's pants.

Slowly, almost robotically, Hitch stood up from his seat while keeping his eyes locked on the screen. He took a step back, then another, not caring as he knocked over his gaming chair nor as his budding erection became very visible to all who were watching.

He stood stock still for a moment, the only movement being the throbbing in his pants as his focus was locked entirely on the screen that flashed his thoughts away. But soon his expression changed, fading into a hopelessly lost, hopelessly horny flush as he breathed out a heavy moan. Reaching down with shaky hands, he practically ripped his jeans down as well as his underwear.

The nefarious program made sure to switch the content rating of the stream to Adults-Only while Hitch’s trapped cock finally flopped free. His hands quickly took to assaulting it, stroking it up and down with an intense fury while he groaned out loudly and huffed out a needy, senseless babble towards his audience.

And with every needy pump of his cock, his viewership grew.

HunkMaster has donated 50 bits.
HunkMaster: There we go! Show us what you’ve got, sheriff!
Size10orUpPls:show feet please.
Size10orUpPls has donated 30 bits.
TwerkKing has donated 150 bits.
BoutofSprout: DUDE SNAP OUT OF IT
BoutofSprout: ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS
BoutofSprout: This user has been banned for this message.
TwerkKing: Lets see him from the back though~

As the donations rolled in and the viewers grew more and more into Hitch with every pump of the studly sheriff’s precum slick cock, all he could do was moan and babble loudly as he quickly slid closer and closer to an impending orgasm. His cock throbbed intensely, his heavy balls drawing up in their sac until…

Hitch let go of his cock automatically, his hands lifting away to connect behind his head. The room filled with a heavy, sweaty musk as Hitch revealed his pits, driving his throbbing shaft to the very edge of orgasm. But it tapered off soon after, and his hands returned to fervent self-pleasure without another thought.

Caught in a cycle of pleasure, denial, flexing, pleasure, flexing, denial, and more pleasure in front of a captive audience didn’t allow much room for thought anyhow. Especially not with the sound of donations chiming and thirsty viewers begging to see more.