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Unlike a lot of people in his demographic, Jynxzi wasn’t the type to eat any heavy meals by his setup. Munching on snacks from time to time was fine, but any full-blown meal—breakfast, lunch, or dinner, save for planned mukbangs—left too much room for error. What if he somehow spilled all his food on the floor? He wasn't about to take the time out of his day to clean up his own mess. So might as well avoid any chance of making one, especially in the Florida heat.
But he was going to violate his own rule because he had made a promise to his friend and fellow streamer, CaseOh. The deal was that he’d try his go-to Waffle House order (a hash brown bowl with gravy and onions, three waffles, with a large Mr. Pibb) and live-review it through a Discord call after they were both done streaming for the night. The sound of his order seemed like an oncoming heart attack and made Nick question the validity of Case's statement about being an athlete with a six-pack.
As he grabbed his food from the delivery driver, tipping them a hefty $50 for working this late, he kept wondering why CaseOh was the exception. Why was he going the extra mile for him? Jynxzi didn’t know Case for that long, only really meeting him online several months ago. The last time he did something like this, it was for a girl he was interested in. But CaseOh was neither someone he was interested in nor a girl. So what gives?
Nick shook it off. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking of guys like that. People can do whatever they want, but he wasn’t going to be one of them. Being like that wasn’t him. He’d learned this a long time ago.
Nick already set up the foldable table that he uses to stream mukbangs so that setting up the food wouldn’t be much of a hassle. So that was one roadblock out of the way. He placed the plastic bag containing the artery-blocking meal on the table, and carefully, he unloaded the Styrofoam containers and the bottle of Mr. Pibb. Nick pulled out his phone and tapped into his Discord conversation with CaseOh.
finally got ur waffle house order hop on vc
A couple of seconds passed after sending the message, and Jynxzi saw CaseOh's icon light up with a green circle in the corner to indicate that he was active. Nick hit the "Start Voice Call" button, and Case immediately accepted. Nick slipped on his AirPods and turned on his camera, propping it up on a beat-up tissue box so that it would be focused on him and the food.
"Yo, can you hear me?" Jynxzi says, testing the audio.
"Yes—Oh my goodness, that looks delicious!” Case’s camera isn’t on, but the rustling in the background tells Nick that his friend is most likely lying in his bed.
“Oh, bro, it’s late as hell right now. I didn’t even know Waffle House would even be open at this time,” he mumbles to himself. Nick leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He was beyond tired and wanted to go to sleep so that he could be on his A-game for the next stream, yet he was doing this. He was sacrificing sleep for what is essentially a mukbang not being used for content that only Case would see.
Okay, putting it like that made this weirder to him than it should be.
“How do you eat all of this in one sitting?” Nick started opening up each container to be greeted with a gargantuan amount of food that he really shouldn’t be eating at 4 AM.
“You know what I do is take two of the waffles, scoop some of the hash brown bowl in between, and eat it like a sandwich,” CaseOh says with complete seriousness. For some reason, Nick could sense that Case was gesturing to make a sandwich even when his camera was off. “And then eat any leftovers normally.”
“Dude, should I try that?” he asks.
“Yeah, trust me, it’ll taste like a million percent better.”
Reluctantly, Nick uses the plastic spoon that came with his food to scoop some of the hash brown bowl and sloppily spread it on one of the waffles.
"Man, that looks so good right now.” Case sighed longingly.
“Ayo?” Nick pauses and looks straight into his camera, which makes both him and Case laugh.
He managed to assemble the CaseOh-patented Waffle House sandwich and immediately started regretting his decision. But he figured that he was in too deep now to step back. So he sucked it up and took a decent bite. The mammoth of a sandwich was tough to puncture with how thick it was; it proved to be even tougher to chew with the texture of the waffle and the mix of different tastes filling Nick's mouth all at once. He put the sandwich back down in its styrofoam container and continued the Herculean task of chewing. Apparently, the face he was pulling was hilarious enough for Case to start hollering in laughter at his distress.
Jynxzi managed to gulp it down eventually and grimaced at the aftertaste, opening his Mr. Pibb bottle to wash it down.
“How do you even eat this on a sorta-regular basis, Case?”
"Oh, come on, you know it wasn’t that bad.” CaseOh chided him until he realized, “Wait, did they not give you syrup with your waffles?”
“No, I don’t think so?” Jynxzi scavenged his bag, only to come up with nothing.
“Wowwww, give that Waffle House one star,” Case jokes. “But to be fair, I guess my order is more of an acquired taste with or without syrup.”
“Yeah, an acquired taste leading me to an early grave.”
The amount of salt that he tasted was one of the major turn-offs for Nick. But he remembered some fan mail he unboxed on today’s stream. It was a box full of honey packets, which Nick found odd. Why not just put it in those cute little bear bottles?
His chat was freaking out over the package, but he didn’t pay too much mind to it because he had to go play in a Siege tournament immediately after. Nick retrieved the box that he shafted to the left of his setup and ripped open one packet, squirting the contents onto the area of the sandwich that he had already bit, making sure to cover all the surface area that his mouth touched.
"Oooh, what’s that?”
“Something I unboxed from a fan today.” Jynxzi put the empty packet off to the side to be thrown away later. “It’s honey, and since I don’t have syrup and this sandwich is salty as hell, why not?”
“Why would a fan send you honey?”
“No fuckin’ clue. They send me all types of shit to my PO box.” Jynxzi proceeded to take a much smaller bite of the sandwich this time, not squirming so much from the taste anymore. “Oh yeah, that’s so much better,” Jynxzi said with a muffled noise.
However, the more he ate from the sandwich, the more a weird feeling started bubbling up. Jynxzi brushed it off initially, continuing to make conversation with CaseOh in between bites. Talking about games they’ve been playing on stream recently, games they’ve played in their own time. They’ve even talked about when they’d eventually meet up; their fans would love that.
He would love that. CaseOh, despite not moving that way and actually being open about certain parts of his life, still had that air of mystery surrounding him. No one had really seen what Case looked like outside of a dark room save for leaked pictures posted in his Discord. And the fact that Case was going to be on his stream for his first IRL collab content as well as his first podcast episode, Jynxzi felt… well, honored.
But besides that, a lot of Jynxzi’s questions would be answered. Was he really 6’2”? Did he really have a six-pack?
But the more he wondered how CaseOh would look in-person, the heat in his body became more feverish, evolving into the precursor of full-on arousal halfway through the sandwich. He even started blinking harder than usual, squirming in his seat. Passing glances at his facecam showed Jynxzi that he was also blushing uncontrollably. His body heat seemed to concentrate in his loins, making Nick automatically squeeze his thighs together.
Shit, why was he so hot and bothered right now? Nick put the sandwich back in the styrofoam container as he tried to connect the pieces. He wasn’t particularly horny before this call, and he definitely does not think of Case in that way at all. There was only one thing that could’ve been the reason for his current predicament.
The sandwich? No way. Unless Waffle House spiked his order, which is very unlikely and a lawsuit waiting to happen, that wasn’t it. Then he thought about it some more—actually thinking about it this time.
It had to be the honey.
Jynxzi grabbed his phone and the empty honey packet and swiped into the Safari app. In the search bar, he typed in the name he saw on the foil: “Royal Honey." Safari took its time to load, and Jynxzi clicked the first result that loaded, skimming through the text.
He could feel his heart drop to his feet.
Just his luck, Jynxzi had spiked himself with an aphrodisiac that a fan sent him. No wonder his chat was freaking out. Reminder for him to remind his dad to weed out consumables sent to his PO box.
He cupped his hand on his growing bulge, just to gauge how bad his situation was. His package was more soft than hard. There was still time to save his dignity.
And with the worst timing ever, CaseOh says, “I need to step out for a bit; I gotta feed Jinx.”
On the outside, he masked heavily, maintaining reticence and appearing fine despite Case needing to feed his cat. But on the inside, he was restless and, more importantly, pissed; Jynxzi needed his mood killed now, and his one possible lifeline for that was gone.
He turned off his mic and facecam.
Eager to get rid of his hard-on as quickly as possible, Jynxzi closed his eyes and started thinking of the most un-sexy thing imaginable: men.
Should be easy enough. He thought hard of how much of a turn-off it would be to see a flaccid chode right in front of him. Uncut, 4 inches—or maybe 6 inches if he wanted to push it, curves slightly to the left, tip is a mix between baby pink and pastel pink. How disgusting would it be if someone grabbed him by the hair and forced his mouth onto that dick?
His fingers found their way into his mouth, and his tongue caressed his digits, coating them with thick saliva. Nick dug them in deeper, even adding a third finger. But that was too ambitious, as he accidentally triggered his gag reflex. Nick’s eyes shot open, and he involuntarily let out the grossest gurgling noise as he heaved forward, but he managed to not throw up.
Unfortunately, Nick was still unbearably horny. His face contorted, trying to suppress the moan that was just begging to spill from his mouth. Nick forced himself to look down, pulling the phone away from his face, to let out the breathy skeleton of a moan.
“I’m back, you okay, Jynxzi?” Case asks. And that made Jynxzi fumble to unmute himself in Discord.
His throat was coated in a disgusting amount of spit and phlegm, yet dry from embarrassment at the same time. He was now in a position to explain why he was acting so weird and try not to destroy this beautiful friendship in the process. He adjusted the way he was sitting so that he wasn’t putting any pressure on his penis, resulting in him sitting awkwardly.
“Yeah, uh—it’s just that I feel like I’m already getting a food coma from the sandwich.”
“Dude, you sound like you’re lying.” CaseOh chuckled, being none the wiser on what was really happening on the other end.
Jynxzi was comically bad at lying outside of games; he was even worse at trying to recover from being called out on a bluff. So he caved, threw his dice, and hoped for the best.
"Okay, so uh—” Jynxzi gulps down the phlegm and forces out a pathetic laugh. “Don’t freak out, but uh, let’s just say my... My Johnson, it’s—” A pained moan escapes his lips, and his hand claps over his mouth automatically, but he knows that his nonexistent ruse is up. Though Nick figured that Case already knew what was up the second he said “Johnson”.
He could feel his hands getting clammy and his forehead forming sweat that he quickly wiped away with his sleeve. Case was stunned into speechlessness at what Nick had just admitted, which made sense. If the roles were reversed, Nick would be struggling to find the right thing to say too.
But god, the silence was going to be the death of him. He wanted Case to say something, anything.
“Oh,” Was all he said. “Oh.”
A beat.
Nick needed to salvage this. “So—”
“D’ya need help with that?”
Nick blinked. “What?”
“Like… I'll talk you through it,” Case elaborated. “We get this done and forget this ever happened.”
Forget this ever happened.
Forget.
For some reason, Jynxzi doesn’t think he’ll be able to move on from this moment, even if he wants to.
But he agrees anyway.
Case clears his throat. “Tell me, what are you wearin’, Jynxzi?” he asked, his shift in voice to a deeper pitch and more pronounced southern twang causing Jynxzi to shiver and goosebumps to form on his skin. He had never heard Case this serious before.
He looked down and said, “Uh, some hoodie from Walmart I’ve had since senior year, a Lebron jersey, and shorts.”
“What type of shorts?”
“Black Nike basketball shorts.”
“Are you wearin’ socks?”
“No, why?”
“I think you’re the type to appreciate having socks on for something like this.”
Still confused, he goes up to his dresser and pulls out a fresh pair of white socks. Nick quickly slips them on and relocates onto his bed.
“Okay, um, I’m on my bed now. Figured that would make things easier.” Nick’s breathing was becoming more heavy. He felt like he was going to die from unbridled lust alone. He set his phone to the side and fully sunk his weight into his mattress and pillow.
“It would.” Nick detected a hint of a smile in Case’s voice, and that made his dick twitch. “Do whatever you need to get comfortable.”
Jynxzi stripped himself of his hoodie and threw it to the edge of his bed, but not before wiping off more sweat that clung to his skin. He grabbed his phone and pulled it closer to him. Nick felt that by doing that, he’d be closer to Case, who was in reality still over 1,000 miles away.
“Are you alone?”
“Yeah, my parents are out right now. Hanging out with their high school friends or whatever.”
“Perfect. How do you wanna do this, roleplay or...”
“What does roleplay entail?” Nick nervously asked, unintentionally rolling the R in "roleplay”.
“We could do the classic: pretend that I’m a girl pleasuring you. Maybe I have a fake name; I don’t know. Cece? Cassie?”
“Definitely not Kassie,” Nick interrupted, his voice cracking and high-pitched at the name. “Actually just…” Nick paused, considering what he was going to say. “Just be you. No pretending.”
“Okay, I can do that.” Case took a deep breath, and so did Nick. He could’ve sworn that he heard Case mumble under his breath, ‘I haven’t done this in a while’, but he wasn’t sure. “Start touching yourself, but don’t get naked just yet.”
Case was seriously going to make him wait, huh? Nick spread his legs and palms his growing erection that was trapped in the confines of his boxers and mesh shorts. He fondled his length and balls and grunted at the sensation. It’s rough, it’s uncomfortable, but also walking that fine line between pleasurable and miserable.
“How long do I have to do this?” Nick asks.
“When I say you can. Good things come to people who wait.” Case had him on a verbal leash, but for some reason, Nick didn’t find himself complaining that much. In fact, he was kind of into it. Nick kept teasing himself for what felt like hours but in reality was probably like a few minutes.
Case spoke again. “I’m gonna need you completely naked save for the socks. No Walmart hoodie, no Lebron jersey, no Nike shorts.”
Nick quickly strips himself of the rest of his clothing, pulling off his jersey and kicking off his shorts and boxers—save for the socks just as Case said. Goosebumps started to sprout from his skin from his sudden temperature drop so he got under the sheets.
“Done,” Nick said. He sounded a little too eager for his liking but how else is he supposed to act while under the influence of a sex drug?
“You’re so good at following directions, Jynxzi. I want you to slowly reach for your cock, and I want you to tell me how hard you are. Don’t start strokin’ ‘til I tell you to.”
Nick whimpered. Holy shit was he trying to kill him? He didn’t know how much self-teasing he was able to take. With his free hand sensually slid his hand down from his lower stomach to his crotch. The sensation made his breathing heavy; it’s been a while since he’s rubbed one out. He had stopped masturbating by trying to combat his porn addiction at the same time. Killing two birds with one stone. But this wasn’t porn, so it was only “half” as bad. He eventually grabbed hold of his cock, and it was definitely much harder than the last time he checked.
“I’d say half-hard, half-soft.”
“That’s good, now rub your thumb on the tip.”
Nick complies with Case, his breathing becoming shaky as he presses his thumb pad on the tip of his cock and starts rubbing circles. It didn’t take long before there was pre-cum leaking out, which made the task easier.
“God, I’m leaking…” Jynxzi mutters.
“Already? We’ve barely started.”
Jynxzi huffs out a laugh. “This honey got me fucked up. Honestly, your words are the only thing keeping me sane right now. You’re really good at—uh, talking,” he admits. If he wasn’t so wound up, he would’ve immediately cringed at himself. He sounded so vulnerable.
“That’s so nice of you to say.” Nick’s eyes widened at the sudden praise and he had to fight the urge to properly beat his meat without Case giving him the go-ahead because he knows how to follow orders.
“Guess we got to speed it up,” Case says. “Start stroking your cock, spit on your hand if you have to. I wanna hear the noises that come out of you when you pleasure yourself.”
“Say less,” Nick said breathlessly, a stupid smile growing on his lips.
He spits onto the palm of his hand and brings it back down to his dick. Despite not jerking off in a long time, he didn’t seem to be rusty. Then again, masturbating isn’t that difficult of a task. He moves his hand up and down his shaft, making sure to reach up to the tip every fourth stroke. It was a surefire way to get him to sound like he was straight out of a porno, which is what Case wanted.
Moans spilled from his lips like clockwork before he could even try to suppress them. His parents weren’t even home but he still wanted to hide what he was doing. Whenever he’d jerk off, the whole fun of it was that he wasn’t supposed to do it. It would add a whole new layer of the sex high he’d experience. But it would also make his post-nut clarity hit him harder.
“Ghh… fuck!” Nick’s chest rose and fell in tandem with his hand and he threw his head back to make it easier for him to breathe.
“The things I’d do to you, Jynxzi,” Case says with the most sexy voice Nick has heard in his life. It seemed to get better as the call progressed, “I know I’m taller than you, I can pick you up easily and fuck you against the wall.”
Nick has never heard Case say something that explicit before. The latter would refrain from cursing on stream, even during their call earlier. Once again, Nick felt honored.
“D-Don’t call me Jynxzi,” Nick managed out in between moans. “Just c-call me Nick, my real name.”
“Well, Nick.” His real name coming from Case was the most beautiful sound in the world. “I’ll litter your body with hickeys that’ll take forever for you to cover up for your fans; you’ll have no choice but to show that you belong to me.”
“Oh my god, Case—!” Nick moans out and he’s practically on the verge of tears.
“I can’t wait to meet you in person.”
And that’s what does him in. Waves of sexual euphoria came crashing down on him, threatening to drown him. He had never felt this way before whenever he would beat his meat. Well, the fact that he was drugged up probably had a major part in that. But with CaseOh feeding him the best sentences ever constructed using only the English language, definitely helped.
“You’re doing good, baby,” Case says, and— god Nick wants to cum just from the pet name alone. His hand speeds up and he feels like he’s on the cusp of orgasming—his vision slowly going white.
“God, Case, I’m gonna cum!” Nick whines.
“I wanna see you cum for me, okay? Turn on your camera for me, Nick,” Case instructs.
Nick grabs his phone and fiddles with the Discord interface until he manages to turn his camera back on. Once he does, he flips the camera to make sure that his dick is in full view. He gets in a couple more pumps before white completely envelops his vision and he finally orgasms after being pent up for so long, his sperm landed on his stomach and thankfully, his phone didn’t get hit.
Nick can’t help but let out pathetic noises that are supposed to be words. But he eventually manages to string some coherent words together and says, “Holy shit, I haven’t done that in so long.”
Case chuckles. “I haven't even gotten to the good part yet.”
“There was more?”
“Yeah but um… I’ll see you soon, Nick,” Case says suddenly, “Take care of yourself.” He leaves the call before Nick can get a word out and goes offline, leaving him all alone. Everything felt colder with him gone. Nick reaches for the stray towel that was strewn on his bed and wipes his cum off. After he does so, the post-nut clarity finally hits him like a train.
What the fuck did he just do?
Bile starts to leak into his mouth, and alarm bells start ringing. Nick shoots up from his bed and dashes into his bathroom, cupping his hand over his mouth. He falls to his knees and just barely lifts the toilet lid enough to vomit into the porcelain bowl. Nick gags on the stomach acid left in his mouth and spits out some phlegm. He hasn’t thrown up since he got drunk for the first time.
There’s only a few seconds of grace before the same wave of nausea hits him again, and once more he throws up, a bigger load than the last time. While he’s involuntarily purging his stomach, all he can feel are all the imaginary eyes stabbing into this current image of him: a pathetic, disgusting, worthless piece of shit queer paying the price for giving into sin. He doesn’t know who all the eyes belong to—if it’s multiple beings or just one. He’s not sure which he would prefer. If Nick was going to give those eyes any credit, they couldn’t speak; they could only judge in silence and taunt him with its presence.
This night’s events are never to be retold to anyone. Not to his family, not to his friends, and especially not to his fans. Not even to the person he shared this night with. Nick stares into the bowl. Seeing the bits of half-digested Waffle House sandwich reminded him that his encounter with Case is going to be his own drugged-out mistake to deal with on his own time, maybe one of the many things he takes to the grave.
Nick flushed the acidic remnants of his meal down the toilet seeing the swirl of brown suck down the drain. He propped himself up from his bathroom floor; the skin on his knees had imprints of the ornate porcelain tiles.
As he got up, Nick’s eyes wandered to the mirror to look at a man he didn’t recognize. Sweaty, disturbed, exhausted—not him.
Sometimes he would have these weird moments where he couldn’t tell if the person he was looking at was Nick or Jynxzi. When the lines between his egos would blur so much that he couldn’t tell who he was anymore, even forgetting who Nick and Jynxzi were for a little too long. If he didn’t know any better, he’d call it “ego death"; but he wasn’t exactly tripping on psychedelics or destroying his whole life to run away to a different country and assume the name "Marcelo”.
Nick was still naked so he grabbed his towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist. His ego is not dead and his name isn’t Marcelo. He’s Nick (Jynxzi) and he needs to clean up his mess.
Nick pulled out his cup, electric toothbrush, and toothpaste from inside his mirror cabinet. He rinsed out his mouth with freezing cold water, doing it several times to make sure all the stomach acid was gone. He grabs his almost-done toothpaste bottle and forces out a little too much paste on the worn bristles of his brush.
Nick clicked the button to activate his brush and violently started brushing his teeth. He made sure to hit every possible crevice of his mouth and every single side of his teeth because the constant rinsing wasn’t enough. Nick was dirty; he needed to be clean.
He leaned further toward the sink basin and pressed down hard into his teeth and gums, so much so that he could feel them start to bleed. The overly minty flavor of his toothpaste mixed with his blood made the foam in his mouth turn metallic. Light pink foam oozed out of his mouth and dripped into his sink, slowly inching for the drain.
Eventually, his arm got tired, and his brushing slowed down to a halt. Nick sluggishly withdrew his brush from his mouth and turned it off. The bristles were lightly stained red and some strings of saliva were connected to it. It took him a few seconds to turn on the tap and wash away the blood and the extra paste on his mouth.
For good measure, pumped some Cetaphil facial cleanser in his hand and washed his face. And he did it again. And he did it again until the skin on his face felt raw.
All his worries were washed away.
Well, they should’ve been.
When Nick looked back at the man in the mirror, nothing had changed. His hair was wild and unkempt, his face was red and stung from how hard he’d scrubbed himself, and he could still see where his sperm landed on his body even after wiping it off. No matter how much he tried to change, tried to clean himself, he will always be dirty. No wonder Case left the call so suddenly after the deed was done. Case saw him for what he really was.
He blinked and felt tears welling up, so he wiped his eyes with his wrist. No, not today. Can’t make a bigger mess.
At least Nick came out of this learning something new about himself: Jynxzi definitely doesn’t like men.