As he stared at the Porn flashing in front of his eyes, boner tenting his sweats, Porn filling his brain, all Jake knew was he needed to watch and obey.

On some level he knew he should be questioning how this happened. Why his room was full of screens playing hardcore gay Porn. Why it turned him on so much. But the sense of unease slipped from his mind. He didn't have room for thoughts. He didn't have room to question. He needed to focus.

So he concentrated hard to make sure he wouldn't miss it, eyes darting between every screen. His entire being absorbed in one task. Any movement from another screen drew his attention, stealing his focus.
More Porn with every flicker.

He couldn't remember what it was, but he knew he'd know it when he saw it.
A dumb smile grew on his face. Jake knew when he saw the Porn it would feel so good. Because it would mean he finally got to masturbate his needy, aching Penis.

But he couldn't stroke yet, couldn't think yet. He couldn't pull Penis out and pump him up and down like he was demanding.
No, he knew he had to wait. He had to focus.
He had to wait for the right clip; the perfect Porn that would give him permission to finally touch his aching boner.

Jake's Penis was straining against his gray sweats, a growing wet spot of precum staining the soft fabric.
He didn't think he'd ever been this hard in his life. It was like he hadn't cum in days. Maybe weeks.
Dazedly, he tried to remember– when did he last cum?

Just as his attention focused on one— a hot jock with his legs in the air, showing off his hole with a grin– it changed, now an orgy of hot muscle studs, sucking and fucking and sloppily making out. Then a cocky bro, flexing naked with his boner sticking proudly into the air. Porn, Porn, Porn.