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Sissy Cum Laude: Second Term

Written by Inked Fox

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Sissy Cum Laude:

Second Term

Written by Inked Fox

Prologue

The end of the year couldn't come soon enough. I didn't know how much more of this I could endure, but I was counting down the days till my roommate's graduation. For the past year, he had been tormenting me. As big and solidly built as Tyrese was, he knew he could easily intimidate me and push me around.

I became nothing but his whipping boy during my first year here at Kronos University. I thought eventually his interest in bullying me would go away, but my submissive attitude toward him only made matters worse. It was as if the further I bowed my head, the more he'd aim to take from me. It didn't matter what it was.

My personal space, my privacy, my girlfriend—even my dignity. It was like opening a flood gate after submitting totally to him a single time. Tyrese seized all control, and I was trapped. It wasn't only his strength he could use against me, but he had so many other things now too. Photos, videos—hard evidence stashed away.

My stomach still turns with a sickening mix of fright and thrill whenever he grins devilishly at me. I know he's planning something to further humiliate me, but I can never guess what his next game will be. After so many days cooped up with him in a tiny dorm and left to his mercy, I am stuck perpetually dreading what he'll come up with next—and yet as much as I hate this, I can't deny the taste and feel of his body remain on my tongue and fingertips.

I've tried to get rid of this feeling—distracting myself with my friends or trying to open myself up to dating again, but with Tyrese ever hovering over my shoulder, it feels impossible. I'll remain trapped as long as Tyrese is here. So with that in mind, I have to hold out until his graduation, which is in only a few more months.

Or at least that's what I tell myself as Tyrese digs his nails into my scalp, holding my head steady. I find my mouth once again pried open by the girth of his sex. The meaty crown of it slapping messily into my gullet as I helplessly cling to the breadth of his strong hips. I can already feel my knees going numb from how long he's had me crouched under the table.

Stress pangs through my stomach as I realize the ends of my sandals have been peeking out from under the skirt of the booth we're in. I can hear students wandering through the field, going from stall to stall, enjoying the cultural festivities.

My saving grace is that I signed up to help out with the theater troupe—and fortunately, their 'Ren Faire'

attractions aren't as popular as some of the other stations. Of course, volunteering to help the troupe landed me in this position, to begin with. I was supposed to be a stagehand, helping set the stage for the evening play.

However, their 'ticket wench' had gotten sick – leaving her role empty. With the only slender frame in the group, I was automatically elected to fill the vacant role. It's my own fault for being a people-pleasing push-over, yet I couldn't ignore the compliments they gave me after seeing me in costume. For some odd reason, I was pleased with how surprised they were with the feminine illusion my lanky figure cast.

Funny enough, I caught some of my friends staring at me like Tyrese does when he's in one of his 'moods.' That should have made me happy—and it doesn't, but...I can't explain the feeling I get when I know I'm wanted—even lusted for.

Even now—that thought stokes my obedience as I slack my jaw, adjusting to the new arch of Tyrese's hips. Despite him forcing me under the table, I'm impressed with his

restraint. His pace slows, and his grunting becomes muffled every time I hear a pair of feet walk by the aisle. He's doing his best to conceal the act, but when a customer walks up to buy a ticket—he's less than professional about his handling.

"The—F-fuck, you want?" I can hear him grumble as someone new looms nearby.

I can sense the proximity of their presence. We're only separated by the thin table cloth. Anxiety spiking—my movements slow as my hearing becomes acute. Displeased with my inattentiveness, Ty reaches under the table and grips my hair, tugging hard. The sharp pain redirects me as I do my best to shove as much of his hot length down my throat. My efforts are rewarded with a soft stroke of my head that nearly makes me shiver.

"Is this where we get tickets for the play?" The shrewder voice of the customer breaks my concentration again.

"Nah—get gone...." Tyrese answers curtly.

I nearly sputter and choke at his answer. Mouth stuffed to the brim, I squeeze Ty's thigh impatiently. I can hear the

man sigh in annoyance, but he quickly shoves a pair of tickets in the customer's direction and gestures for payment.

"Jeez—talk about attitude. What happened to the cute girl who was selling tickets earlier?" The customer grumbles back, displeased with Tyrese's apparent lack of cordiality.

A pit coils in my stomach as I fathom how Tyrese will react to that, but I also had to fight back a feeling of elation. Were they talking about me? Had they seen me and mistook me for a woman? Earlier, I saw my reflection in the mirror as I changed into costume. I had to admit the medieval style dress I wore fit like a glove. I recalled examining how differently I looked after tightly cinching the corset around my narrow waist. I could barely take my eyes off the rounded silhouette of my hips. Maybe I did have a knack for passing myself off as a woman?

As drab as the olive color of the floor-length skirt was, the material itself is heavy, high-quality wool that pools gracefully around my feet. Even the contrast of the deeper blue linen blouse peeking out from the grayish corset is

elegant yet billowy. The bodice even gives me the slight illusion of cleavage.

I almost can't blame Tyrese for harassing me today. Even so, I don't welcome it—though once he noticed me from across the yard, there was no avoiding him. Before I knew it, he was shoving me under the skirt of the booth I had been stationed to sell tickets in. Then stuffing his meaty cock in my face shortly after that.

With weeks of Tyrese's training still freshly etched into me—he didn't even need to instruct me. The firmness of his hand guided me as he clutched my throat and pulled my face toward the already drooling end of his cock. How many times had I already tasted his essence? Had his musky scent smear across my face. I grew more disgusted with myself each time I realized that I had become less disgusted with what he made me do.

It almost felt natural now—being crouched between his powerful mahogany legs. Licking and sucking at him—using both my hands to cup and massage his hefty sack. The fact he was so much bigger than me frustrated

and roused me all at once. How could something so enormous and ugly feel so—indescribable. My mind was numb and buzzing with the sensation of his hot flesh throbbing against my tongue and under my fingertips.

Everything seemed to fade away further each time I slid him deeper into my esophagus. The sounds of the crowd grew distant as my rhythm became steady. I ignored the long trails of drool mixed with thick precum slowly flowing from my swollen parted lips. Pushing passed even the soreness of having my mouth so mercilessly pried agape. I could feel and hear Tyrese's breath hitch and his body shudder—but not before he spits out a crass answer that nearly has me sputtering on the end of his cock.

"She's under the table sucking my big black dick...—you got your tickets...now get gone." The larger dusky male uttered in a low tone.

Taken aback, the customer grabbed the pair of stubs off the table and retreated. It was much to my relief, but still, I was angry about his response. He was playing a dangerous game with my livelihood. What if they had actually

believed him? I squeezed Tyrese's knee and attempted to pull my mouth off of him to voice my ire—but instead, he pinned me there.

"What? Am I lying?" Ty grumbled with dark amusement in his voice. His fingers tugged at my scalp again, urging me to continue.

The plumpness of his length signals how close he was already. I could practically taste the brackish phantom of the cum that would soon fill my mouth. I don't know why I felt spurred on by that idea. Maybe I just wanted to get it over with already. It couldn't have been because I was eager to taste him...

Though that idea stung me harder than I expected it would. I tried to push the sickening realization away—focusing all my efforts on working Tyrese into my mouth more eagerly. However, Tyrese abruptly gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to stop just as the end of his cock began to pulse powerfully.

Disappointment slams into me at being halted out of the blue like this, especially when he's so close already. I'm

baffled by my own earnestness in pleasing him. It's a sour reminder of how mentally conditioned I already am.

"Why??" I asked. The puzzlement in my own voice annoyed me, but I wanted to know why he'd make me stop when he was right there. This time, Ty gripped the back of my dress and tugged me off of him completely.

"Haha—greedy lil'thot. Don't worry—you'll get your fill. Stand up..." Tyrese ordered. He rose out of the chair he had claimed from me earlier, taking only a second to adjust his pants. I watched curiously as the towering black man slipped behind the lengthy curtain covering the back of the renaissance style booth. His bulky form disappeared behind the heavy purple drapes, but I could hear him utter another command.

"Come on, girl...on your feet now." His tone is sultry and coaxing.

I rose off my knees as quickly as I could. Hopefully, no one noticed my awkward form popping out from under the booth's table. As I promptly stood, I scrambled to fix the ruffles in my skirt. I was on high alert for anyone that had

taken notice. I tried not to stare too awkwardly around, but I couldn't help but wonder if someone had caught my hasty shuffling.

Luckily it appeared as if the coast was still clear. The dunk tank the professors had set up on the other side of the field had, fortunately, become a hit. Most of the crowd's excitement lingered far away from us. However, there were still small clumps of students drifting with lazy interest through the more isolated attractions the other clubs had set up.

Tyrese reached through the curtain, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into him. There's not much room between the front table and the small storage area concealed just behind the backdrop. A swift yank from Ty and I found myself pressed flush against his rugged build. With only the thin curtain between us, I felt the immense heat of his body against mine. It was almost a pleasant sensation feeling his broad chest rising and falling softly along my back.

Yet, I am swiftly reminded of the 'task' at hand as the dusky jock pushes his hardness into my backside. His length curved with thickening intent just under the slight slope of my cheeks. I trembled and gulped hard—I practically heard the thoughts that were forming in his head.

"Lift your skirt up..." Tyrese whispered in a husky tone near my ear.

The fabric of the curtain catches the warmth of his breath, but I still sense him leaning over me. His steely grip remained on my wrist, however, holding me in place as he kept his body pressed into me from behind the curtain.

My heart jolted at the insinuated idea. "b-but! People are walking b-by!" I stumbled over my words in a hurried whisper.

My blue-green eyes darted between the small gatherings of fairgoers drifting in all directions.

"Shut up—just pull up the back and lean forward... I'm not fucking asking." Tyrese's lust remained, but so did his adamant anger with any resistance I put up.

My breath grew hot, and I could already feel my cheeks starting to glow as my hands drifted towards my skirt in mindless obedience. My fingers tentatively tugged up the back of heavy lengthy fabric curtaining my scrawny, pale legs. Filled with anxiety, I took my time—carefully pulling it up slowly and inconspicuously. Seconds seemed to loom into minutes and then minutes into hours as my mind raced.

Would anyone see this? What if they did? Would I be exposed? The anger swelled in my chest, and even so, I couldn't stop myself. Even so, my compliance was too slow for Tyrese's liking. I felt his strong hands grab and stroke at the back of my thighs—hastily pushing the long folds of the material out of the way until his large palms found the soft roundness of the mounds of my buttocks.

"C-Careful!" I hissed softly at his impatient jostling. I didn't want to give anyone reason to peek in our direction, but Tyrese was becoming too heated to care.

His hands roughly pulled down the pair of women's panties he had forced me to wear that morning. Satin and

robin's egg blue, they were quickly yanked around my knees without a second thought.

"Shut up—stop fucking bitching... It's your fault you keep wearing shit like this. You want my attention, don't you, bitch? I'll give it to you—now bend over." Tyrese growled almost in a world of his own as I sensed him shifting behind me.

His stance widened as he grasped my narrowed hips—pulling me towards his groin. I bowed outward if only to keep most of myself visible. My hands remained behind me, clutching at the split in the curtain. Keeping it just wide enough to allow my lower half to peek through the back. The long skirt they had me wear covered up enough to conceal the fact that I wasn't standing at my full height. Nerves rattled, and heart thundered in my chest; I did my best to hold still as Tyrese's rough fingers pinched and spread the hills of my posterior apart. A tingle crawled up my spine as the chilled air of the outside air brushed against the exposed clench of my anus.

"Mmm...You looking tight today, Allana...." Tyrese chuckled. His thumb circled the pucker of my hole, testingly prodding it—playing with its elasticity.

"Ngh—d-don't call me that...." I protested feebly, but Tyrese paid my words no mind as his saliva-slicked cock was laid into the trench of my crack.

A shiver escaped me despite myself as I felt him grind into me—using my supple flesh to please himself. My heart pumped harder and faster than before—but not in fear like it used to when he first started using me like this.

I used to be terrified of how big he was, but he had trained my body to take him well by now, and I already anticipated the burning pain that accompanied being penetrated by him. Familiar slickness spattered into my crevasse and slid down, leaving the skin it slipped over chilled. His long digits worked expertly—massaging the wetness of his saliva into my hole.

I steadied my breath, but my face continued to feel hot as I anticipated what came next. I felt hyper-aware of our surroundings. The sounds and sights seemed amplified as

I searched the crowd for any curious stares that lingered on me too long. Oh god...what was I doing? In public, no less...

My mind whirled over how far I had sunken but was thrown into another loop as Tyrese pressed the thick head of his shaft into me. The seal of my anus ached and crumpled with his persisted pressing. A groan rumbled in my throat as I stifled a pained hiss. I could already feel myself slackening for him. The very tip of his girth hooked into my fluted channel—intruding insistently.

"A-ah!" A soft gasp left my chest.

The rim of my anus was wrung tightly around him immediately but was wrenched further agape as Tyrese rocked into me. The sudden sensation of being filled to the brim nearly shattered me. My legs quaked with weakness as the searing pain rushed to meet me. I had to bite my lip to equalize the discomfort. Tears welled at my lashes, yet still, I stifled any outcries as Tyrese fixed his stance once again. This time angling himself deeper.

"Ah—that's it...good girl...." Ty groaned quietly from behind the curtain.

His hips crashed into me steadily, and I could only do so much to stop my slender frame from shuddering too visibly. I was completely frozen by fear, yet on the edge of exhilaration as the brute behind me began to grow more comfortable with bucking into me. His rough handling was almost unbearable, forcing me to grit my teeth from the pain at first. Nevertheless, that powerful thrumming ache melted into that strange, indescribable pleasure that always had me firmly fixed between bliss and agony.

Tyrese's pace started quick and shallow but deepened as he slowed—making his thrusts more profound and impacting. I couldn't decide which pace I preferred, as either had me swaying on my feet. His quick thrusts left stars in my eyes, but the slower ones rattled my body to the core. I felt every inch of his thick russet cock undulating into me. Demanding that I sense every throbbing vein and every dimple of his skin against my insides.

It did something unspeakable to me. I could feel my own penis stirring. Twitching and quivering just under the heavy fabric of the dress, and before I had realized it, a chilled trail of slime had run down the inner side of the front of my skirt. I hadn't even noticed until I sensed the slickness on the end of my own sex. A fat tendril of precum drooled tellingly from my tip as Tyrese continued his abuse.

I was beside myself at the realization of my own heightened arousal. Was I really getting off to this? The answer stared me blankly in the face as Tyrese buried himself up to the hilt within me. His large hands gripped my hips from under the skirt. Capturing my rump flush against the base of his thick cock. It pulsed solidly within the sheath of my anus as it erupted.

I shuddered at the new heat seeping into my stomach and had to fight to stop my eyes from rolling at the sensation of him overflowing into me. I languish in how the lingering warmth spreads within me as Tyrese lets out a few last deep bucks. Pushing his essence further inside of me. It's

enough to nearly take me off my feet, but I covered any stumble well enough. Then composed my face as onlookers glanced over.

Luckily all attention was swiftly stolen again by the ruckus originating from the dunk tank's booth. I sighed in relief as Tyrese finished emptying himself. I expected him to pull away from me and leave me alone, but to my dismay—Tyrese remained. His cock was still snugly seated within my channel.

"Ugh—Ty... didn't you finish?" I asked in a lowered whisper. My abashment was clear in my face and the shiver of my gentle tone.

"I came, but I ain't finished, sweetheart...." The hungry rumble in Tyrese's words made my stomach flop. He wasn't done...

As he stated—Tyrese didn't seem to be 'finished' in the least. In fact, he wasn't done until nearly the end of the event. As much as I despised Tyrese, I also had to admit I was impressed by his stamina. Even after cumming, his cock became rock hard again in a matter of moments, and

he just kept at it. I was trapped there. Standing the entire time stiffly as he fucked my hole repeatedly. Unloading inside of me over and over—utterly filling me. I was utterly mortified by the time he finished filling me one last time, leaving me dripping with his semen.

"There—you—go...umpfh...you nasty, greedy bitch...." Tyrese panted through his exhaustion.

The storage room had grown noticeably hot, and I could feel the moistness of Tyrese's heated body through the curtain. The strength in my legs almost left me as he finally dragged the length of his spent dick from within me. "Mmmhh—I'll see you later, Al." Satisfied with his torment for the evening, Tyrese patted my bared ass approvingly. Grazing his fingers over the reddened flesh left in the wake of his rigid pelvis slamming into my soft body.

I stood frozen as he departed, left hanging between utter embarrassment and the smooth ache slowly settling into my rump. I barely knew what to do with myself. I knew trying to sit would be a bad idea. The pain of being

abruptly gaped would make it impossible. Plus, I could feel his essence sloshing inside of me.

I felt sick at the sensation, and my body tried to consciously reject it. My body pulsed—pushing a wad of the greasy substance out from the depths of my channel. However, doing this only made things harder on me as I felt the viscous liquid dribble from my hole and begin to leak down my legs. I was only grateful that the skirt completely covered the mess left in Tyrese's wake.

Even so—I could still feel it. Tyrese's cum dripping out of me and trailing down my legs. My heart lurched as I peered down and saw tiny opaque droplets falling between my sandaled feet. Tried as I might, I couldn't even stop it from flowing out; there was so much of it. As opposed as I was to keep it inside of me—pushing it all out onto the ground right there would have only caused more of a scene.

Instead, I quietly tugged my panties back up and found myself once again mortified as I was left with no choice but to waddle off as best and inconspicuously as I could

manage. I knew the theater troupe would be pissed at me for bailing, but I could always say I had stomach issues. It wasn't a complete lie, but still, I felt incredibly low after making it back to the dorm.

Tyrese wasn't there by the time I arrived—which was a relief. I needed some time to collect myself after that. As I stood in the shower that night, washing Tyrese's filth from inside of me. I kept thinking about how much more of this I was willing to endure. After all, I had suffered through so much already.

In fact, I was shocked with myself at how easily I had fallen into this depravity. Was I really this weak? I wanted to tell myself I wasn't, but it was hard to argue otherwise when I kept allowing Tyrese to get the better of me like this.

My only saving grace was knowing that he'd be leaving campus in a couple of months. I just had to hold out until then. Then, finally, things could go back to normal. I felt my world screech to halt at that thought—could things go back to normal after this?

I wasn't sure, and that lack of confidence sent a strange pang of guilt and fear through my chest. I didn't want to think too closely about that answer. I just needed to focus on getting through the rest of the year in one piece.

Chapter One: Engineering

I fell into an almost robotic routine. Attending classes in the early morning. Studying in the afternoon. Then back to the dorm in the evenings, where Tyrese expected me to be. If I didn't show up or was late, he'd come looking for me, which only made his 'training' harsher. To avoid punishment, I remained punctual for his nightly ritual of degradation. Sessions varied—some nights, he'd have me touch and massage him. Other nights he'd simply ejaculate on my face. 'Marking his territory,' as he put it.

Occasionally, he was in the mood for something more brutal. Manhandling me, he'd pin me in front of a mirror he had set up in our room. I'd struggle in vain as Tyrese held me hostage, in a steely grip. He'd force me to watch my own expression contort in tortured ecstasy as he used me as a sex toy. The heat from his body was always intense and searing against mine as he leaned over me. All the while, growling into my ears—reminding me what a worthless little worm I was for putting up with it all. "You want me to stop?" He'd ask.
Goading me as his hands roamed my chest and stomach. He had instructed me to shave all my body hair on a

weekly basis. He preferred his women' smooth', and any patches of masculine body hair had to be removed.
"I said-- you want me to stop?" Tyrese growled into my ear again.
His hips crashed into my rump, pushing my bare body into the chilled surface of the mirror. My cheeks burned as I caught sight of myself. Eyes blurred and smeared in bluish makeup that near made my eyes look bruised. Smeared pink lipstick painted in sloppy swatches across my chin from already having blown him.
"Just say the word—Al... you can leave any time you want... but remember—I have all yo dirty laundry." That sickening churning riled up in my stomach at the thought of this getting out.
The absolute last thing I wanted people to know was how far this had already gone. I didn't want to look like a weakling—like I couldn't handle myself, especially in front of my family. They'd disown me right out—and what about any future relationships? Would this ruin me for anyone interested in me? That fear cajoled me into submission. Tyrese's grip loosened as if to give me the choice of turning

and walking out, but I knew already there really was no choice.
Any resistance I did put up was swiftly swatted down with the insinuations of exposing me to my peers if I ever refused. I felt helpless. All control was stolen from me, I was noting, but Tyrese's doll and the thought of how much that made me squirm must have made him grin.
I could feel his lips curling sinfully at my indecision. His hot breath wafted against my neck as he loomed there, no doubt trying the hear the gear spinning loose in my head. I hate him and yet—envied him. How could anyone man hold so much power over the other? All without even lifting a finger to harm me. His words were enough to cut me deeply, and as wounded as I was, a deeper, darker part of me was beginning to find release in the thought of having all control stripped away. I had to admit, the mindless servitude came easier than I thought. I kept telling myself I was only putting up with it until Tyrese was gone.
My numbness to the degradation I was being put through was all because I was still hopeful that there would be

some light at the end of the tunnel once after the senior's graduation. Convincing myself that I just had to bite my tongue and keep going along with it until then. Then, everything would be okay again. As I stared at myself in the reflection, anguish engulfed me. Tyrese's chin came perched onto my shoulder, staring at the reflection with a mocking grin on his face. His russet skin was swallowed by the dimness of the room. Like a shadow, he hung around my shoulders. Steely light-colored eyes lingering on the look in mine. He could see how torn I was.
"I'm not a patient man, sweetheart. If you don't say something, Imma just take yo silence as an answer." His hands closed off my escape routes as he pinned me against the shiny glass.
Grounding his hips up in my naked ass, nearly lifting me off the floor with his greedy grinding. I could feel him swelling in arousal and immediately lost my breath. His size always left me breathless; I couldn't ever get the image of his naked body out of my mind. Smooth, rich skin over plateaus of hard muscle that cascaded into his impressive

sex. It made me wonder why he'd resort to this? Obviously, he could have any woman he wanted, and he often did. So then why me? Why was it simply the power he felt in taking utter control of me? Owning me, like some pet? No—worst than a pet. A toy. He had no regard for how I felt, but it was simply a byproduct of him pleasing himself if I did feel any pleasure. Ty also took a special kind of glee in my embarrassment. He loved dashing my confidence, both in public and in private. Was I bringing this all on to myself? I had to question how I had gotten here. Was to lenient? Did he see my weakness and decide then and there this was what he wanted me for?
"Now, now, baby girl—no need to overthink it. You just stay quiet and enjoy this fat cock in your ass like a good girl." Those thoughts of doubt and self-loathing were battered away by his cock as he unceremoniously slid into me.
Pumping firmly into my anus without so much as a warning. Tyrese's patience had run out, and now he was punishing me for making him wait. My mind melted into the rhythmic sounds of 'Pap! Pap! Pap!' as he rammed into

me. Our sweat-soaked bodies collided in clammy shock waves that rippled through me. His hand reeled back and glanced off my rump, leaving a stinging red print across the cheek. The end of his cock pulsed mercilessly into me—thrumming and pushing against my innards. Stirring a profound pleasure throughout my trembling frame. Tried as I might to resist it, I couldn't resist that aching pleasure that trickled through the searing pain of being bucked agape.
"Ah! Unh! Unh! Unh! Augh!" I grunted and moaned out loud despite myself.
Mortified, I hurried to cover my mouth, but Tyrese's fist gripped my wrist, prying my fingers from my parted lips. "Nah-uh, sweetheart. Let me hear you moan like a bitch for me." His mighty arm snaked around my neck, drawing me back against his broad, moist chest.
His heartbeat thundered into my spine as he craned my torso back. Angling his dick deeper within me. I felt further trapped and panicked lightly as his stranglehold around my neck tightened only enough to control my squirming. But even with my head leaned back aside his

chest, I could still glimpse my own reflection. My pale body curved and contorted over the slab of his mahogany flesh.
There was almost sometimes artistically pleasing about the juxtaposition of my slenderer frame pulled across his stronger one. Ashamed of the thought of any of this being beautiful, my eyes fell to the floor, trying to focus on anything else than Tyrese crashing against me or his sultry breathing in my ear.
Alas, I still wasn't spared embarrassment as my eyes trailed down, catching a glimpse of my meager prick throbbing and drooling with each thrust. The amount of precum dripping from my own tip nearly gave the impression that I had cum already. It pooled onto the floor between our feet, mixing with the juices trickling from Tyrese's massive organ. I felt so tightly pulled around his girth I could scarcely believe anything could escape the occupied clench. However, it seemed like Tyrese had cum in me already. Unfortunately, he had the stamina of a bull, and he wouldn't be done with me until he had filled me a few more times.

***

As impromptu 'breeding sessions' became a regular part of our routine, I began to do my best to limit any contact between Tyrese and me. I made myself busy by joining other clubs with recurring after-class events.
Out of all the venues offered, I chose the one that would be the least taxing on my body and mind. The Board Game Club quickly became a favorite, not only because they frequently played tabletop RPGs, like DnD, but Tyrese steered clear of anything even remotely nerdy. Which meant I'd never run the risk of bumping into him there. He had gotten bolder with trying to bully me into submission in public spaces, especially. I made the miscalculation of joining up with the Track and Field club and ended up getting cornered by him under the bleachers. I couldn't even describe the anxiety that surged through me when he commanded me to drop my shorts then and there. A group of runners stood only yards away

from the rows of metal seating as he covered my mouth and bent me over.
At least here, in the safety of a small well-populated room, I could finally unwind. Plus, I made some new friends and even started talking to some of the cute young women who had also taken an interest in board games and tabletop RPGs. It was refreshing seeing new friendly faces, and to my pleasant surprise, Russel and Mike joined up. Making it a full house on DnD weekends. It was fantastic.
I was finally having fun and just blowing off steam with people I could relate to. I wanted to spend as much time as I could there, but Tyrese would no doubt grow suspicious over my prolonged absences. So I always had to cut playthroughs short and head back early.
My newfound circle of friends would get annoyed with my early departures, but Russel and Mike had some inkling about why I was always heading off so early. They'd cast sympathetic gazes in my direction every time I'd leave. I could tell they knew I was being pushed around by my overbearing roommate – they would never guess to what

extent, though, and I hoped they'd never discover the truth.
Luckily, as time drew closer to graduation for Tyrese, he also became busy with end-of-the-year celebrations. Often having to attend fittings, gathering for pictures, parties, and rehearsals. Interruptions became commonplace among his established 'routine,' and not being able to exert total control over me as much as he'd like frustrated Tyrese to no end.
On the other hand, I was less than bothered by him getting frequently called away. If he had his hands too full with socializing and school events, it kept him off my back for a while. Still, his unattended appetite only festered and made him more irritable towards me.
In the end, I still wasn't let off the hook just like that, so Tyrese made sure I didn't get 'rusty,' "Here—put this in...." Tyrese stopped me just before I left for club activities one afternoon.
I froze and spun on heel, already growing suspicious of his tone. My heart sank the moment my eyes landed on what was in his hand. A shiny stainless steel bulb sat nestled in

his palm. It was a decent size and weighty looking between his fingers. My eyes ran along the silvered conical shape and paused at the bejeweled base. I could already feel my ears glowing red and hot.
"Wha—what is that—...." I began, but Ty's patience always wore thin.
“Don't act stupid. You know what it is...put it in and keep it in all day until I come back to take it out of you." Tyrese demanded and shoved it into my palm.
"Wait but—all day?!" I squeaked as I felt the total weight of the steel plug set into my hand.
"I don't want to hear yo shit—just put it in... hurry up—I gotta head out." Ty barked and stood back, folding his arms across his broad chest.
I stared up at the lion of a man. His thick coiled dreads hung around his powerful shoulders as he scowled down at me expectantly.
"You mean...right now?" I peeped and glanced down at the object.
"Yes—I gotta make sure yo sneaky ass doesn't cheat...now let me see you slip it in...." Tyrese growled.

I sighed and cringed inwardly, knowing he wasn't going to allow me to leave until he witnessed me doing it. So I complied if only to get the humiliating act out of them as fast as possible. Retrieving a bottle of lube left on the dresser, I frowned as I dropped my pants.
He had already established the requirement of me wearing women's underwear regularly. I had to have seen this new daily ritual coming as well. I heard him hum as he watched me drop the silky pink set I had donned that morning. As degrading as it was to wear women's undergarments, I did come to the realization of how comfortable they were. Always light and soft against my skin—though constricting in some areas. I had even grown somewhat fond of picking more delicate lacy patterns. Today's were a floral print with a tiny rose stitched on the front. Though the style mattered little when I could feel Tyrese's hungry eyes lingering on my bared ass.
"D-Do you really have to watch?" I stuttered in his direction. A mistake, as my hesitation, was immediately punished.

"Yes..." He stated dryly. "As a matter of fact... you do, too... Get over here... Wasting my fucking time—acting all shy and shit. You annoyin' as hell...." Tyrese mumbled as he stomped towards me.

Instinctively I recoiled, but Tyrese's powerful fingers coiled around my throat before I was out of arms' length. He dragged me over to the full-length mirror set into the closet door and forced me to turn around and bend over. I whimpered as he tilted my head back, craning my neck to force my eyes onto the mirror. I could see my back clearly—my pants and underwear pulled taut around my knees.
"Bend over..." The large overbearing brute barked, compelling me.
I obeyed, bending forward as his hand arched upward and then crashed down onto the pale mound of my rump, spanking me hard. I blushed to watch my own flesh ripple under his hand. His dusky fingertips bit into the meat of my cheek. Pulling the wealth of it aside and revealing the rose-colored starfish of my clench.

"A-Ah! Ty—wait...h-hold on...." I whimpered, growing more flustered at seeing myself in such a shameful position.
Tyrese ignored me regardless. Taking the bottle of lube up himself, he dribbled it down my crack and roughly pushed it into the dimple of my hole with his broad digits. "Stop fucking around and put it in...." He growled. Despite his surging annoyance, I could sense his simmering arousal as he loomed next to me. The heat from his groin threatened to sear my neck and shoulder as he held me bent and stooped at his side. "A-Alright—just relax." I quelled him and did as he instructed.
Holding the plug firmly at the flattened base between my thumb and forefingers, I maneuvered it between my thighs. Angling the conical end towards my opening. It was entrancing watching myself knead it into my own hole. Simultaneously, feeling every inch of the cold steel biting into the rim of my warm anus as I pushed it in. "Shhh—ha!" I groaned.

Tyrese let out an unconscious sigh watching me push the bulb deeper in. I could feel him pressing his slowly swelling hard-on into my shoulder. Despite myself, I felt aroused by the amount of control I had over his attention. His eyes locked greedily to me, watching me with burning lust glowing in his gaze as I penetrated myself for him. The swell of the bulb stretched me abruptly—sending a pang of discomfort through me. As much as my body wanted to curl into itself, I fought the urge and persisted until the plug had slipped entirely inside with a neat 'pop.' A strange sense of satisfaction and pride made a nest in my chest as I overlooked my own handy work. A steady sigh left me as I gazed at the sparkly pink jewel now gracing the cinch of my anus.
"Mmm... that's a good girl...Keep that up. It's only gonna be gettin' bigger." In affectionate praise, Tyrese groaned, kneading his lazy erection into my neck and shoulder. "W—what?" I stammered breathlessly.
"You heard me...Gotta make sure my bitch can handle me at any given moment, ya feel? Mm...damn baby—you lucky I gotta run, or else I'd make you suck this dick." Satisfied

with what he had made me do, Tyrese ground his semi-erect hard-on against my chin and nose before finally departing for his class photoshoot.
Sulking in my humiliation as I adjusted to the added weight bogging my body down. I did my best to collect my nerves and plastered on a calm facade as I waddled out the dorm room door.

***

At first, I didn't expect my new piece of jewelry to be that obstructive throughout the day, and it wasn't—while I was standing. It may have been a minor interruption in my normal gait, but it was a different story when I tried to sit down.
During class and throughout my club meetings, I couldn't focus. My mind kept drifting to the lingering pressure at my core. Each time I shifted to relieve it, I felt the heavy bulb move. The sensation of the plug pressed against the seat of my chair kept stealing my attention. Even if I distracted myself with conversation or tried to narrow my

concentration onto nothing but studying, I still couldn't stop my focus from wandering away. Even when playing tabletop games with my friends, I kept fixating on the intense stimulation each time I shifted slightly in the chair. I began to grow aroused each time I accidentally pushed it deeper in.
Each time that subtle pleasure rolled through me, I cringed inwardly. Disgusted with the natural reaction my body had toward the intrusive object. I found myself unconsciously rocking in my chair, rhythmically playing with it. Pressing my undercarriage hard against the seat as inconspicuously as possible. Though despite my efforts, someone took notice of my quiet writhing.
"Al, if you need to go to the bathroom, just go." Ted, the usual Dungeon Master to our tabletop games, stated as he caught my gentle swaying during one session. "Ah—oh, it's fine. I don't need to." I stammered, suddenly realizing myself.
"You sure? You keep squirming like you have to go." Ted quirked a brow at me, a bit skeptical.

"No-no. It's fine! Just excited for the game is all, ha-ha." I chuckled tensely and held myself still.
Ted seemed to buy it and moved on, fortunately. Still, I was in a jam. I couldn't stop thinking about sex with this thing inside of me. My drifting attention span also got me in hot water with my buddies, who kept catching me in my distracted moments. As vexed as they were, I was more so, knowing that I couldn't get the thought of Tyrese out of my head.

This damned thing was a constant reminder of how he sought to have control over me even when he was absent. I

ended up leaving the session much earlier than usual that evening and headed home in a sour mood.
Up until that point, I had stuck to my mantra of just 'dealing with it' for now, but it was starting to intrude upon my normal everyday life now. As I got back to the dorm, I slammed the door and headed into the bathroom to take a shower and remove the plug. Tyrese's orders be damned, but yet again, fate spat on me. Tyrese was already in the shower, and he had heard my small tirade as I entered the bathroom abruptly.

"And what's got your panties in a bunch?" He chucked from behind the shower curtain. His dark silhouette cast in blurred swatches across the see-thru vinyl. "Fuck..." I muttered to myself. I quickly pretended that I had only come in to take a piss, but Tyrese wasn't satisfied with me brushing him off. He never was. "Whatchu say?" His soaked head peered out from the shower, pinning me with a pointed look. I could feel him glance down at my penis as he hissed. "Don't take that little peanut out of yo pants unless I tell you to. Whatchu doing back early anyway? Don't you got that weird geeky shit you do with your lame ass friends?" Unsurprisingly, Tyrese knew my schedule and hadn't expected me back just yet, and much to my frustration, he was going to try and take advantage of that. "Haha—no matter... why don't you get comfortable and slip that fine ass in here with me." He purred insistently.
I was so sick and tired of being pushed around by him. At wit's end, I finally burst. "Fuck you, Ty!"
Tyrese looked honestly surprised but not angry in the least.

"What was that?" He said simply. I could almost see the smirk forming on his lips. He still wasn't going to take me seriously.
"I said fuck you...." I repeated defiantly. "The only reason I don't say no to you is because you fucking blackmail me if I don't. I swear, Ty—,"
"You swear, what?" Tyrese goaded me, daring me to keep going with my threat.
Instead, I felt ridiculous for even thinking of threatening him, and instead, I reached back and tugged the plug from my body. Gritting my teeth, it came out with some effort, but the release of pressure was a relief. Calming myself, I dropped the heavy steel bulb into the sink and looked at him with a steady gaze.
"You may have me over a barrel for now, but you'll be gone soon....." I grumbled before turning and leaving the bathroom.
I expected Tyrese to charge out after me and put me in my place, but instead, he lingered in the shower and emerged later with a cocky grin on his face. A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest that left me feeling wary. He was planning

something. I could tell. Even more suspiciously, he avoided me for the rest of the night.

Chapter Two: Robotics

Tyrese was intimidating when he was his usual loud and mean self. However, he was far more frightening whenever

he fell into these deep, thoughtful silences. It always put me on edge when he became moody like this. I knew he had a ruthless streak a mile wide and used any excuse to lash out or punish me. Thankfully, he was never physically violent towards me, but his malicious mind could come up with more humiliating ways to mentally knock me down a peg. I dreaded that, never knowing what he'd come up with next.
For days after that exchange, I walked on eggshells around him. I didn't dare pry or provoke him further. It already felt like I had toed that line, and now, I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was more on edge than ever as I noticed Tyrese beginning to disappear for long intervals without warning. Only to show up again unexpectedly, sometime later into the night. I thought after our 'argument,' Tyrese was indeed leaking some kind of information about me, but surprisingly everything remained relatively calm outside the dorm.
No one seemed the wiser about my relationship with Tyrese, and after about a week of tenseness between us, my angry possessive dorm mate went back to his usual

routine of sexually torturing me. It nearly seemed like he had forgotten the whole incident. I figured he must have seen my outburst as feeble and had punished me with a few days of the silent treatment. Little did I know that my words had landed me in deeper trouble than I could ever imagine. They would be the very jumping-off point to my utter descent into degeneracy—for Tyrese had made plans for me...

***

I wouldn't discover Tyrese's arrangements until a week before his graduation. He had begun boxing up all of his things. Preparing everything for his final move out of the dorm. I eagerly helped him pack up and tidy away his things. Not because I wanted to, but because it would get him out of my hair faster. I couldn't stand being in the same room with this man another month. The thought of him going put a chipper pep in my step as I hastily moved between boxes and suitcases. My ever watchful 'keeper,'

Tyrese, took note of my upbeat mood and immediately felt the need to rain on it.
"Haha—I know you tryna shuffle my ass up on outta here, quick and in a hurry, but don't think you gonna be rid of me that easy." Tyrese chuckled as he taped up one of the last moving boxes.
I stayed silent and continued folding his clothes and setting them into his suitcases. I didn't care to provoke an answer from him, but Tyrese was all too giddy to let me in on a secret he had been keeping.
"My brother always wanted to come to this university. Yeah—as a matter of fact, he came down last year to take a look at the place. You remember, his car broke down, and I ended up getting my ass stranded here and—heh.... Well, you know." Tyrese chuckled with lurid glee.
He was eluding on how he had caused Jessica and me to break up. The remainder struck me painfully. Not only had he ruined my relationship, but he fucked her right in front of me as if it was nothing. As if I were nothing... Pushing the image of Jessica out of my head, my stomach churned. I picked up the pace—folding and tossing his

clothes into the suitcase faster. I didn't care what his point was, but he continued despite my lack of reaction. "Well, seeing as your such a nice guy and so—accommodating," Tyrese sneered. "I offered him my dorm space since he's gonna be attendin' this year. You gonna be roomies. Ain't that nice? You get to meet the fam...." Tyrese chuckled with dark insinuation.
The very suggestion hanging in the air left a chill running up my spine. He was planning to move his brother here in his stead. My heart lurched. Was his sibling as depraved as him? Was this what he had been quietly planning? So many possibilities swirled in my mind, and none of them were pleasant.
"I-is t-that s-so..." I stuttered.
I felt my body both boiling and clammy all at once. Fear and fury mingled into a strange numbing sensation. I couldn't fully process at that moment. I stopped myself from allowing another outburst and took a deep breath to calm myself. Tyrese was amused with my shuddering tone. He could tell he was getting under my skin, and that

delighted him. His favorite pastime had become pressing my buttons, and upon seeing me shaken, he pressed more. "Yup—you and him gonna get on just fine. He's gonna love you. Make sure you take care of him now." His tone was sly and mocking. Further taunting me, he added, "Unless you have any objections. Do you?" I could feel his eyes on my back now. Watching me for any sign of squirming.

The refusal almost tumbled out of my mouth, and I physically had to stop myself. Placing my hand over my lips, I pretended to massage my chin as I mulled over the consequences. Ty was popular, and he had more credibility on campus than I, a quiet little nobody. They'd believe him in a heartbeat, and I would get labeled as a liar or worse. Then there was the fact that admitting or coming to light with any of this would make me look weak.
As a man, I wanted to maintain the appearance of being a capable adult. For the most part, I did—but now the reputation I had so carefully cultivated stood on the precipice of oblivion. I felt suffocated as I reviewed my options and realized there really was none left. I could only hope Tyrese's brother wasn't as much of a terror as he.

"N-not—at all...." I finally said and kept my head down. Tyrese scoffed, almost sounding disappointed that I didn't make more of a fuss about it. "Well, good... He comin' this weekend. Gonna start moving his shit in before I head out for good. I'll introduce you—"

Tyrese stated with a wink before hefting a box onto his shoulder to set aside the closet. I winced inwardly at that. I had hoped I had more time to mentally prepare myself, but it seemed I'd be meeting my new 'bully' much sooner than expected.

***

On Saturday, I sought refuge in Russel and Mike's room. Nervously I kept my eyes on the flow of people in the corridor just outside. Watching the door to my room across the hall. I had told Russ and Mike about my new 'roommate,' and they smelled trouble.
"Why don't you just transfer dorms?" Mike proposed as he peered into the corridor alongside me.

"Please, Mike—you think Tyrese would let him go that easy? Allan is Ty's number one punching bag...." Russel muttered as he passed by us.
I winced at Russel's words but had no argument. "Sorry, buddy—I don't mean to put it like that, but Ty is a damn 'Tyrant.' It'll be a relief for us all when he's gone," Russel explained, exchanging a half sullen look with me. "And what about this new guy?" Mike interjected. "What if he's worse?"
My heart sank; I really hoped he wasn't right, but deep down, I could sense the coming storm brewing. I waited with bated breath as the evening rolled in, and finally, Ty showed up with his brother. However, it was someone totally unexpected.
"Ayo—Al, come over here and help Dee and me with these boxes," Tyrese called as he caught sight of me leaning on Russel's doorway.
Groaning internally, I readied myself for an exhausting evening. "Yeah..." I uttered back with a less than enthusiastic sigh.

"Well, no shit! If it isn't Allen!" The familiar voice caught me off guard. It was one I hadn't heard in a very long time. I froze almost instantly and looked over to see an equally familiar face.
"D-Darrell?" I nearly sounded gleeful as I scanned him over. I almost assumed I was seeing things for a moment, but he was standing there all the same with a broad grin on his face.
Darrell had been an old childhood friend of mine. He used to play tabletop games with my friends and me way back in the day before he moved away. I suddenly blushed to remember the big orc Boon he was so fond of playing. Quickly composing myself, I hurried over to greet him. "Darrell! It's been ages, man! My god, you haven't changed a bit!" I beamed at Darrell.
He had matured quite a bit, but he still remained the same with his bright, nearly translucent amber eyes. Against his dark umber skin, they smoldered like honeyed coals. Next to Tyrese, I could see the family resemblance. Save for Darrell's shorter crop of dreads—he had the same wide jaw, nose, and broad set of shoulders his brother did.

Though Darrel was much shorter and leaner. He didn't strike me as much of an imposing figure as his older sibling.
"I could say the same to you cornstalk—haha! What? You don't eat? Look how skinny you are!" Darrel playfully swatted my stomach as I stepped over to greet him. We both chuckled, shaking hands and exchanging a brief half-shoulder hug.
"You know this fool?" Tyrese grumbled as he peered between the two of us.
"Yeah! This is an old friend of mine from back in the day. I didn't know you meant this, Allen." Darrell laughed and patted my shoulder.
"Uh-huh. How the hell you know him from 'back in the day'?" Tyrese turned and questioned, looking more displeased by the second at how friendly the air between us was.
"We used to play DnD and shit—a whole group of other guys and us." Darrel snapped his fingers and pointed in Tyrese's direction. He smiled at him and, with a wink, uttered, "Huzzah—motherfucker!"

"Ugh—you on that corny shit, Dee? Whatever your ass is embarrassing. Just get yo stuff before I change my mind." Tyrese groused and stomped into the dorm with bags in hand.
"You gotta excuse my brother; he hasn't been enlightened yet." Darrel chuckled as he glanced back at me, elbowing me encouragingly.
My heart swelled. I couldn't believe my luck. I hadn't seen Darrel in years, but I always remembered him as the kind, charismatic, cool one of the group. I liked him a lot, and knowing he was the one moving into the dorm put me at ease right away.
I felt comfortable around him like we had never parted. Following Darrell and Ty, I sighed in relief,

feeling like I finally had an ally who wouldn't take advantage of my good nature. Tyrese fell into a harsh

silence as Darrell, and I shot the breeze. He kept watching the back and forth between us. I could sense the big brute was growing annoyed with the fact that his plan appeared to be falling through.

Had he expected Darrel to bully me? I couldn't even fathom it. Darrel was so laid back and warm. I didn't know what he had expected, but I was quietly pleased with how sour Tyrese looked whenever he'd glance over at us.
I was genuinely happy to help with the moving and unpacking this time. The more we moved Tyrese's belongings out and shuffled Darrell's in—the more relieved I felt. Chatting casually with Darrel was a welcomed change of pace. I listened closely as he told me about what happened after moving away. Apparently, Tyrese was his half-brother through their mother, and they had lived separately during their childhoods. Only being reunited a few years after Darrel left our hometown.
That gave me hope that Darrel wasn't yet aware of his brother's true nature. Maybe he hadn't yet been influenced by Tyrese's sexually deviant and maniacal nature. It didn't seem that way from how Darrel acted and spoke. He was still a big nerd like me—maybe even more so into anime and sci-fi than I, but our deeply coded fan talk froze Tyrese out.

In turn, Ty ignored us entirely and decided to busy himself with hauling his brother's larger boxes into the closet. I was thankful for the buffer Darrel created between us. Maybe I had imagined Tyrese's connotation when he had first mentioned his brother moving in. My own anxiety and bias towards my self-appointed keeper had placed the malice in his voice. There was no way spending time with Darrel would be a punishment.

***

Mike and Russel joined in after a few minutes of observing. They were understandably wary of the new face, but after seeing the flow between Darrel and me, they were curious enough to come over and welcome him. With more hands-on board, there was much less work. It didn't take long to have Darrel's stuff unpacked from his car and stored in the dorm for his official move-in date. Meanwhile, he'd be staying in a hotel until his older brother's graduation, which was in a few short days. I had ants crawling under my skin at the thought. I couldn't wait

for the giant tyrannical bastard to be out on his ass so that I could welcome my friend.
I was lighter than ever with the knowledge that no consequence awaited me awaited Tyrese's departure. I barely even thought of Ty as I spent time getting Darrel acquainted with the campus and the university's many clubs. Right away, he took an interest in the Board Game club, and luckily Ted was friendly enough to allow him to join us as a 'guest' adventurer.
As always, Darrel's character was the most charismatic, if not the largest lug in the group. He played a shy Templar this time, but his portrayal of the character left many girls swooning at the table. Even I had to sigh at how gentle he could present himself. I couldn't believe he was related to that stone wall of a man. Darrel was welcome to come back and play any time he liked. He had made a good impression on my new circle of friends, and I felt proud to have brought him along.
"So you're going to come from now on, right?" Russel asked Darrel as we finished the session and left the bard game club room.

"Hell yeah! Y'all are a fun group, and I haven't played with a good group in a while. Thanks for bringing me along, Allen!" Darrel patted my shoulder and smiled at me.
I peered up at him, returning the gesture and patting his arm. "No problem, bro! It was just like old times!" "Haha! Yeah, it was!" Darrel snapped his fingers as if a great idea had just come to mind. "I know, once I'm officially in, let's bring back our old characters. Boone, and his lady love, Cassandra!" Darrel crooned and wiggled an eyebrow at me with a wink.
I instantly went red, and my breath hitched. Images of that haunting dream I had flickered in my mind's eye. "Oooh! Who are they?" Mike butted in.
He was big on lore and original character building, but I was less than willing to tell them about my Healing Necromancer.
"N-no one... just some old characters." I stammered and tried to brush the subject off.
"Just some old characters? Just the best pair of characters!" Darrel chirped. "Allen's just shy cause his girl

had a size kink." Darrel winked again and elbowed me, chuckling mockingly.
I sputtered but failed to get my words out before Darrel could begin filling them in on our duo; the large oafish orc bodyguard and his saucy necromancer ward.
Mike and Russ seemed thoroughly entertained by the idea and begged for us to use the characters in our next session. Darrel was up for it, and not wanting to be a wet blanket at the party, I eventually agreed to it as well. Honestly, I couldn't see the harm in it other than the haunting surreal dreams I had had about those two. They had awakened something in me. Something that was still there and slowly growing out of control. Still, what was the harm in some nostalgia?

***

Darrell went back to his hotel that night, leaving me to return to my dorm room alone. After how relaxed I had felt all day, I was tensed into knots all over again by the time I got back to the dorm. I knew Tyrese was waiting, and I

knew I had slighted him in some way by getting on so well with his kin. I just didn't know how he'd take it out on me. I steeled my nerves before entering the room, only to find Tyrese slipping on his jacket to leave.
"Hey there, Ally-cat. You have fun with my brother?" Tyrese asked casually as he fixed himself in the full-length mirror he usually used for shaming me during sex. Warily, I looked at his reflected expression and found his face blank, if not slightly amused. I hope it was only because he was in a good mood.
"Yeah—Darrel's a nice guy. I'm glad he's here." I admitted. Perhaps, looking back on it now—I wish I could take those words back.
"Haha—good...good. Dee like you too." Tyrese uttered as he fixed his collar and straightened his broad shoulders. "I told you. You two are gonna get on well." He smiled at me, but the gesture made my stomach fall. There was something off about the way he grinned at me. It was like I didn't know what I had coming. Like some dirty secret was looming and about to slap me in the face.

Unconsciously I must have frowned at him, for he quickly tried to put me back at ease. "Hey now, princess—don't worry. Darrel will keep you company. Just keep him happy—...." The last phrase rolled off his tongue like a smooth warning. I quirked a brow at him, but Tyrese said nothing more and shuffled past me. I was confused and just stood silently as he reached for the door. Reading my face, he grinned at me in that sickening way again.

"I know you expectin' me to give you some of that good lovin' tonight, but it's best you save your strength. I'll be

back later. Peace—" He tossed up two fingers and slipped out the door without another word. I stood silently, evaluating his cryptic behavior, but I was too tired to overthink it. I chalked it up to me, perceiving the worst in him again, and just headed to bed.

***

Finals week came and went, and luckily my grades only took a slight dip with what was going on behind closed

doors. Beaten up mentally, I was actually pretty grateful towards Tyrese. He had let up a lot these last few days and even seemed to back off when Darrel was around. I spent those days hanging out with Mike, Russ, and Darrel, and it almost felt like my childhood days. It was just a geeky group of friends talking about stuff they were fans of. Darrell invited me to come to watch Tyrese's graduation, and I suppose it was because of how chummy we had gotten. Even Ty had no objections, and I soon realized he was on his best behavior because his family was in town to watch him cross that stage.
"Yeah, everyone's comin' down. My mama and her new husband. Some cousins and aunties—Grandmama, too. They're all real excited for Ty. He worked hard for this." Darrel told me.
It was a little bit humbling hearing how supportive his family was, and I had to consider what a man like him had to go through just to be here. Still, social-economic stigmas aside, it still didn't give Tyrese the right to walk all over me the way he did. Though now I could understand his constant lust for power.

That moment of empathy sent a soft pang through my chest as I pondered over it. All this time, I felt like Ty was taking from me, but perhaps a tiny part of me enjoyed the feeling of giving something to him. I had to stop that train of thought and chide myself for having any semblance of pride over the knowledge that I had supplied him with some sense of comfort. Did I really enjoy being of service that much?
In the end, I agreed to come along and watch as the graduates received their degrees and walked across the stage of the university's auditorium. I even stood and applauded with his family as it came time for Tyrese to take the stage.
When the ceremony was over and his family hurried over to greet him, I followed in tow. Though, he seemed tense in front of them. I could only assume it was due to my presence. Therefore, I did my best to make a hasty exit and left quickly. After all, was said and done, I gave Tyrese a final congratulations as he headed off to dinner with his family.

'Tyrese the Tyrant' was finally on his way out, and I was ready for the clean break. I felt like the nightmare was finally over, and I could start a whole new chapter of my life free of the constant oppression and embarrassment. Things were finally looking up for me.

Chapter Three: Introduction to Psychology

It didn't take long for Darrell to get settled in. Most of his stuff was already in the room and simply needed unpacking. The prior year seemed like a distant nightmare the more we covered up any traces left by Tyrese with the effects of the new tenant. I was happy and feeling more hopeful than ever. Darrell was a great roommate. He was

quiet and courteous and lent me his visual novels if I showed any interest in them.

He was quite a good student himself and even went as far as offering to help me study or tutor me on some subjects I was weak at. He loved the written word the most and gave me plenty of insight that helped me bump up my grades in English II. It made writing papers a breeze, and soon I finally felt some normality returning to my life. I started even enjoying my time at the university.

If I wasn't catching up with my grades, I was hanging out with Russel, Mike, and of course, Darrell. The board game club because a frequent base of operations for us, and we often played with the other members of the group. Not surprisingly, most of the women present appeared to become quickly smitten with the charming newcomer, and I was awed by how effortlessly smooth Darrell was.

"It's all about confidence, Al!" Darrel said to me one afternoon after club sessions had come to a close.

"That and good looks. You've only been here a week or two, and you've already got all the girls gaga over you." I huffed, admittedly a bit jealous.

"Oh, come on—like you ain't nothing to look at? I'm tellin' you, Al—you gotta be more confident. You'll land yourself a girlfriend in no time."

I rolled my eyes but appreciated his faith in me. After what had happened with Jessica, I wasn't sure if I'd ever get back on that horse again.

"Don't sell yourself short— in fact, I know Helena likes you." Darrell elbowed me as if to soak up my wandering attention thoroughly.

"Yeah, right..." I slumped my shoulders skeptically.

"No, for real, though—she said she thought you were cute. I'm tellin' you, man—I tried to holla, but she only had eyes for you." Darrell shrugged and peered at me.

I thought about it for a moment, recalling Helena. She was a short, cute Latin girl. Although a bit on the chubby side, she was adorable and had a warm, if not cuddly, appearance with large round doe eyes and waves of dark

hair. She was pretty and sweet and often played a healer for the group when we'd have our DnD sessions.

"She really said that?"
Darrel just nodded and smirked at me.

I was glad to have him there. Unlike his brother, Darrel did nothing but build me up and encourage me to seek other things outside my comfort zone. I guess his confidence was starting to rub off on me, and I felt like I could finally begin rebuilding myself. Little did I know, at the time, was that Darrel would have more control than I could ever imagine over the final shape I would take.

***

Darrell became a significant influence on me in the coming days. As he made himself more comfortable on campus and in our dorm, I found myself frequently being lectured by him. He'd pull me aside, and in a tone of friendly advice, he'd often encourage me to take bolder steps in my

life. His sway over me was concrete from day one. I did everything he suggested. I stopped cutting my hair because my 'long hair looked cool.'

I started talking to Helena more, making it a point to sit next to her. Even Darrel seemed to nudge me in her direction, often playing a buffer and asking questions that usually led Helena to address me. Even my characters in-game were drawn to hers. I began to feel like I had the whole club rooting me on as they began to suss out the attraction between us. I felt lighter than I ever had. This was the feeling of community I had been looking for. Jessica had been a dagger to my heart, but I felt that wound bleed slightly less in Helena's presence.

I even began to feel more at ease in my own room, knowing it was Darrel sleeping on the other side of the dorm and not Tyrese. Some nights we barely slept at all. Too charged from the excitement of the club's session that evening. Darrel and I elected to continue our adventures in our dorm, where Darrel was happy to assume the dungeon master role.

I gladly deferred to his skill—he was naturally creative and dramatic, so I knew he'd be able to cook up something

adventurous and fun. Our impromptu game night inspired Darrel to take things outside of just the designated game world; however, and throughout the day, as I would run into him, Darrel would toss me a multi-sided dice and tell me to roll. For initiative, strength, stealth, charm—whatever he could think up at that moment or whatever-related to what I had been doing. For instance, he'd challenge me at the cafeteria for the last macadamia nut cookie or to force me to go and talk to Helena.

They were childish little challenges at first, and rolling the dice to decide my fate felt exhilarating in a way. I supposed I was feeling a gambler's rush, especially as the stakes got higher and higher. Darrel started to challenge me for rolls involving more risky matters. Mindless pranks that damaged school property, or even that one time he dared me to sneak into the women's locker room at the university's gymnasium.

Unfortunately, I failed that one and had to resign myself to trespassing. I don't know why I went through with it, but after a while, any request Darrel made just felt like innocent horseplay between two friends. I didn't think too closely about it, even though I refused initially.

"Really, Allen? You gonna be a coward for the rest of your life?" Darrel cracked a taunting smile at me. All this time, I had felt like his equal, and for the first time, I got a taste of what it felt like when he looked down on me. I hated it, and the need to prove my worth compelled me into a heap of trouble. Of course, I was caught and berated by a whole group of women. Instead of outright having security drag me up to the main office for expelling, I found myself cornered by a group of furious women.

"It was a dumb prank! I-I'm sorry!" I whimpered as I pressed myself into the cool tile of the locker room wall. Penned in between the sinks and mob of about eight women surrounded me, glowering down at me. Rightfully so, I was, in fact, an intruder, but I never expected the punishment they'd have in mind for me.

"You pervy bastard! What gives you any right to come in here and peep!" A blonde girl with large breasts and bright eyes huffed at me.

I did my best to avert my eyes from her heaving chest, but it was hard to avert my eyes in any direction, being so surrounded by half-naked women. Most had stripped

down to their underwear and stood defiantly undressed in front of me as I reeled.

"I said it was a dumb prank! I'm sorry—...." I gulped, feeling my face grow red. "My friend dared me to."

"Your friend? What a load of crap! Where's your 'friend,'

then?" Another young woman with beautiful mocha skin chimed in. She clamped her towel around her body as she stared daggers at me.

"W-We were out in the hall rolling dice and—," I tried to explain, all the while hoping Darrel would chime in a save me somehow. But he was nowhere to be found. I cursed inwardly, knowing he must have fled the moment he heard trouble. This had been a trap from the start. I groaned and slumped against the wall.

"Look, I am REALLY sorry—are you going to report me for this?" A pit of fear stopped up my throat. The consequences of reality trickled in and began to drown me. I had just ruined any career I may have had in the future.

But then, there was a pause. The girls all looked at one another and then glanced in my direction. Something wicked gleamed in their eyes and reflected in their cocky smirks.

"Tell you what, nerd-boy. Since you say us naked, it's only fair we get to see you naked, too." The blonde stated.

"Yeah, strip down and show us that cock. Maybe it'll put us in a good mood, and we won't have to report this...." Another with more russet tresses squinted at me as she folded her arm over a taut chest.

I felt mortified and excited all at once. This was like a scene from a porno—were they planning to take advantage of me? I almost didn't mind. However, I was still highly self-conscious about my body—especially my...uh modest package.

"You want me to strip n-naked?" I had to repeat to confirm I had heard them right.

"Yeah! Strip!"
"Come on, cutie—show us what you got."

They encouraged me and gathered around tighter, barring any escape I had. My breath grew thick. Either I strip down and reveal my shame, or I get reported and expelled. I weighed the options as their eyes bore into me. I rather take my chances with my shame.

Slowly and blushing from ear to ear, I began to undo the buttons of my shirt and pants. The woman hung around me in enrapt silence, though some broke the stillness with impatient giggles as they watched me peel my clothing away. I never considered myself much to look at, given how pale and skinny I am, and the girls seemed to agree as more and more clothes came away and the more they began to openly laugh. However, when I reached for my pants, I suddenly remembered. I was still wearing women's underwear.

I had successfully concealed this fact from Darrell, but now my secret was coming to light. I cringed, recalling that I was wearing a satiny shiny pair of lavender panties with lacy edging. Truthfully I had no other underwear. Tyrese had thrown away all my masculine undergarments, leaving me with no choice but to use the feminine pairs he had left for me.

"Come on, stud—slip those pants down, don't keep us waiting." The girls insisted.

Unable to turn back now, I pushed the hem of my pants down, letting them slump around my ankles at the locker room filled with a collective gasp. The woman stared in pure shock at my panties. Some with mouths covered, others fully agape, and the stun silence that rung throughout stung me to my core. Then—uproarious laughter filled the space. Some of the young women doubled over, holding their stomachs as they peered at me with mirthfully tearful eyes.

"What the fuck is that!? You really are a little fucking, freak!"

"Nasty!"

"I bet wearing those was a prank too, huh?"

The group of cackling women wasted no time in cutting

into me. I wanted to pick up my clothes and bolt for the exit then and there while the women were distracted with their howling laughter. No such luck, unfortunately. The moment I bent to grab my clothes, the atmosphere changed swiftly.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Yeah! You promised us a show! Now finish stripping—perv!"

I wanted to protest. My lip even quivered with words to speak in my own defense, but upon further reflection, I knew that no excuse would get me out of this now. Not only would they report me for trespassing, but they'd spread the word about what a deviant I was.

"Hurry it up, Princess!" The insulting pet name echoed in my ears, bringing back the sharp memories of the treatment I had suffered at Tyrese's hands.

That sensation of obedience engulfed me once more, suffocating me as I complied with their demands. Tentatively I reached down and yanked the hem of the lacy panties down till they too fell to my ankles. Then there it was again. That heavy, judgmental silence filled the space around us. Until again—the stream of insults started up again.

"What a letdown! I asked for a cock, not a tiny pecker!" One woman tittered. "Hold on, let me pop upstairs to the science lab; I think they have a magnifying glass!"

"Oh, don't be so rude! It's a cute little prick, haha! Have you even hit puberty yet?" A second chimed in.

"He's got an innie!" Another shouted.

They all joked between one another, hurling one insult after another. I felt so incredibly tiny in an instant. I was utterly insignificant under their critical eyes. One crushing blow after the other was landed against what was left of my dignity. My instinct was to run double, but I stood frozen in my humiliation. My ear glowing hot and nearly melting off the sides of my face. I curled inward and covered as

much as I could with my slender arms, but this only riled the women up more.

"no—no—no, sweetie! Stand up straight! You're doing your weiner no favors shrinking up like that!" I didn't even look up to see who was scolding me in a motherly tone dripping with mockery.

I stared at the ground. Scanning my toes as I felt the weight of all the eyes in the room and those beyond it sink into me. I felt trapped by those suffocating gazes, yet having all the attention like this grated at something more desirous within me. A part that found this, in some sick way, exhilarating. They were looking at me! At my body—at everything I was, and they were calling me cute, albeit in those insulting ways. Still, there was praise even in their venomous remarks.

"Haha! Can I touch it? Will it get bigger?" My breath hitched in my throat at the suggestion.

Too abashed to look up or nod my head, I just stood frozen as the mocha skin beauty from earlier stepped forward and reached out to pet my bare thigh. When I made no action

to rebuke her, she continued. Caressing my pale flesh until her soft fingertips came to my semi-erect chub.

"I think he likes you, Alice! Let's see if he's a grower." The blonde chimed back in with a broad smile on her face, though I could see the blush at the edges of her cheeks.

Although they were having fun at my expense, I could also sense the thickening arousal in the room as the girls gathered into a tight mob and watched close as Alice fondled me. I didn't stop her or resist in any way. Truth be told, I had been aching for the touch of a woman. I had missed this, but any enjoyment I could sap from this moment was soured with their ceaseless ridiculing.

"Aww—it didn't get much bigger. Just a few inches? You poor thing!" Alice snickered as she fully palmed me in one hand, bracing my waist with her other as she stroked me down.

I became weak in her arms and draped one of my own over her shoulder to support my swaying form. She was skilled, and her smooth technique threatened to end me within a few more minutes. I grunted and huffed but still sank in

her grip as the pit began to coil tightly in my stomach. All the blood from my head pooled to my groin, quickly making me light-headed.

"Liking that, perve-boy?" One woman asked in a darkly triumphant tone.

"Can't really call him a boy, let alone a man, with a little wee wee like that." Another grumbled though her breath was thick as she spoke.

"You're right; it's more like a fat clit! Maybe he is in the right place, huh?" Alice growled into my ear.

The rush of degradation and rough foundling surged through me. I moaned out loud to the group's delight.

"Mmm, he even moans like a girl!" One of them tittered as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

"Careful now, Alice! I think she's gonna squirt if you keep that up!" I wanted to hide the way hearing that made my face flush redder, but I couldn't muster the strength as my mind melted further into the rhythmic stroking of feminine fingers along my sex.

I began to mindlessly rock into her hand—I wanted this over with! I wanted to escape, but I needed this release. Desperately I pumped into Alice's cupped hand, but viciously, she stopped moving. Only standing there and bracing me as I fucked the hold she had formed with her fingers.

"Oh? What's wrong, sweetie, getting impatient? Want me to rub your pussy harder?"

She called it a pussy—and my heart clenched. Body becoming mush in her hands. I was utterly submissive as my mind gave in. Those words finally snapped something deep within me.

"Mmhmm...." I moaned a pathetic mewl and continued rutting desperately into her hand as her gaggle of gal pals watched with totally enraptured attention.

"What do you say, ladies? Has our new little girlfriend earned her forgiveness? Should I let her off the hook?" Alice said in a snidely amused tone.

The gang of women looked from one face to the other. Expressions flushed yet smug. Then, they finally nodded and winked in Alice's direction.

"Seems like you're getting off easy, sweetie. Let me help you with that...." Alice's grip changed, pulling my slender form into hers as she bent me over more.

Then began to swiftly masturbate me. The pace was fast and nearly violent, but the rough treatment titillated me. I was brought to a head in no time as that meek wall I had built up was soundly destroyed by Alice's practiced hands.

"Uggh! Fucckk!!!" I grunted and gritted my teeth.

Saliva freely pooled on my tongue and dribbled down the side of my chin as the eruption met me. I orgasmed hard—harder than I ever had before. The eyes lingering on me had made my arrival more profound somehow. Alice continued to stroke my hunched form as I slumped over weak, but the woman holding me persisted. Finding the overstimulated jolts of my body adorably amusing.

"Teehee—done already?" She mused and tugged at the flaccid nub of my penis until the last dredge of semen was dragged from the tip.

"What a mess!" One young woman laughed out loud as she peered down at the opaque puddle left on the floor.

I stared down at it as well, feeling that suffocating humiliation well back up. I could only imagine how I looked right about now. Rusty brunette hair disheveled. Blue-greens eyes brimming with veil tears from shame. My body was bare, blushing, and clammy. My clothes were thrown on the floor or tangled around my ankles. I waited stiffly as the women decided what to do with me next.

They were pleased with my performance, but they weren't quite done with terrorizing me just yet. After forcing me to clean up the puddle of jizz left on the floor. They surrounded and cornered me again, this time forcing me to be their doll. They stripped my pants off my legs and had me try on different underwear for them.

"No way! I'm not giving him my panties! They're Victoria's secret." One girl huffed and opted out.

Though another was all too happy to lend her spare pair of underwear with a matching bra to go with it. I winced as they approached me with the peach undergarments. They were soft, cotton, and decorated with chubby stars that gave them an almost adolescent appearance. Holding it up for me to see with mocking smiles on their faces. All the while, Alice played with my face. Painting my lips and rouging my cheeks with her makeup pallet. I frowned the entire time but couldn't help but feel slightly doted upon. Was I actually enjoying this attention?

I couldn't discern what I was feeling, but I knew I feared being reported and subsequently expelled. So I went along with all of it. I wore the underwear and allowed Alice to paint my face like a whore from the red light district. Then they had me prance around for them, strutting through rows of lockers as if I were on some low-budget catwalk. The women whooped and hollered, catcalling me. After a while, however, I had to admit, it almost felt like I was being brought in on the joke and felt a little more comfortable hamming it up for their entertainment. Even

going as far as to strut on the tips of my toes daintily while attempting to sway my hips as I did so.

After a while, the women warmed to my earnest effort and tried to mentor me in the art of the feminine stride. Our practice session was cut short as the Volleyball Coach, Mrs. Wilkerson, stormed into the locker room, wondering what all the hubbub was about. I panicked and dashed for the nearest exit as the girls crowded around the coach, blocking her view and allowing me to slip out unnoticed. However, making it back to the dorm was going to prove difficult. I had managed to grab my shirt but not my pants, and now I was going to be forced to run back to my dorm in nothing but a t-shirt, panties, and pair of knee-high stockings.

***

Three close calls and a near heart attack later, I found myself safely back in my room. I had run into a couple of club members on the way back, but luckily I was standing

behind a set of waist-high shrubs as they met me crossing the campus. I stood stiffly as I greeted them and did my best to act as if nothing was out of place.

Fortunately, they didn't seem to find my tight smile suspicious and kept going after a brief exchange. Besides

that, I almost ran afoul of the janitor and nearly got caught out in the hallway when I forgot my keys in my pants. I panicked and cursed and jiggled the handle hoping that by some miracle, it would come open, and it did. But only because Darrell was there to open it for me. I was simultaneously relieved but furious at seeing him. Pushing quickly it to the room, I hurried to shut the door behind us.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Allen! What the hell, man! Are you on crack?" Darrell scanned me as he stepped back into the room.

His eyes pausing judgmentally on the pair of knee-highs and panties I was sporting. I don't know why I was still wearing the bra under my shirt, but in the rush of the moment, I simply slipped on my shirt and kept going.

Though no, the restrictive straps of the brasserie were reminding me of its presence.

"N-No! You idiot!" I hissed as I latched the door. "This is all because of that stupid dare! I'm never rolling dice with you again!" I hissed at him.

Darrell sputtered and nearly broke out into a chorus of wild laughter but caught himself as he stared at me. "Damn, bro—I didn't think they'd take it that far if they caught you. They women cold-blooded—...." He chuckled as his pale eyes traced the hem of my panties.

"S-stop staring!" I sputtered angrily.

"I'm sorry, bro! But damn, why yo legs pretty, though?" Darrell cracked a smile and looked at me slantwise. "Bruh...did you shave your legs?"

A lump settled in my throat. I had been for Tyrese, and now the routine landscaping of my body had become second nature. Admittedly, I also liked how smooth my legs felt when I did. "That doesn't matter! You bailed on me!" I retorted.

"Did you shave your legs before or after the ladies caught you?" Darrell snickered. He still wasn't taking my ire seriously.

"You fucking left me!" I hissed again, this time balling my fists.

Darrell held his hands up in resignation. "My bad, man. Look, I heard what happened, and I panicked. So I ran—but I did come back to rescue you, and well...aha... you seemed to be handling yourself well. Who's Alice, by the way? She sounds like a nice girl." Darrell's smile became apologetic before morphing into something more sly and wicked.

So Darrell had come back, or perhaps, he had stayed there, listening. Maybe he was lying about running away. How much had he heard? Did he see anything? Suddenly my heart clenched in fear as I pondered over what he had played witness to.

"How much did you see?!" I blurted out, replaying images of my strutting in my head.

"Haha! Relax! I only heard some stuff. I didn't dare go in, lest they give me the same treatment. Damn—" He scanned me one more time in disbelief. "Women are scary, huh?"

I felt deflated, but I honestly didn't know what to say. Up until now, our shenanigans had been pretty innocent, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt on this one. He hadn't meant any harm, and it was all just horseplay gone wrong. But he kept staring at me and stroking his chin as if ideas were swirling in his head.

"Hey, just—indulge me for a second." He said and then walked over to the closet. He tugged out a box of cosplay costumes he planned to wear during an upcoming convention. I watched him closely as he tugged a long flowing strawberry blonde wig from the box. I quirked a brow at him.

"The hell is that?" I asked pointedly.

"It's a cosplay wig for a character. I brought it along in case I needed it. Try it on—" He held it out to me.

I stared at the flowing glossy locks in his fingers and then up at him in confusion. "Why?"

He snickered, "Come on—with those stocking and underwear on, you can barely tell you're a dude. Even with that T-shirt, I bet you could pull off a really cute E-thot impersonation."

I was still confused. "E-thot?"

"Yeah, yeah, man, y'know. Them girls who wear cute shit then be bounce they ass for the webcam and selling they bathwater and shit. E-thots." He explained and shoved the wig towards me.

"I don't want to...." I uttered as I processed that bit of information and glared down at the wig. I was having a flashback to what had happened last year with Tyrese.

"It'll be funny! Just put it on, real quick." Still, Darrell insisted and helped slip the cap over my head. Tucking in all the dark rusty strands of my hair underneath.

"There! Happy?" I huffed as I stood there, feeling more exposed than ever, even with the heavy wig on my head.

"Damn, shorty—why you so cute, though?" Darrell stepped back, stroking his chin in satisfaction as he inspected me.

"Shut up!" I don't know why I felt flattered at all, but I could feel that familiar uncomfortable heat rising under my cheeks again.

"No, really—you look good! Have you ever considered crossplay? I think you can pull it off!" He sounded earnestly excited over this, which only made me want to remove the wig faster. I tugged at it, but Darrell hurried to stop me.

"Wait! Wait! Hold up, let me get a picture!"

"N-no way!" I grew frustrated and protested, but Darrell persisted.

"Yeah, come on! It's funny, you look good! Just a couple, I won't show anyone, I swear!" Darrell pleaded, raising his phone to snap a couple of shots.

I wanted to decline and curled up to shield myself, but Darrell kept reassuring me and complimenting me. Telling me how I looked so 'convincing' and how pretty I was. How I could fool anyone with my looks. Those words went

to my head, and the more he praised me, the more I found myself wanting to please him. I eventually gave in and allowed him to take some photos. At first, I struck cute innocent poses. Crossing my legs like a young woman as I sat and held up a peace sign. Then I cupped my hands to the top of my head, mimicking feline ears as I pretended to be a catgirl.

"There's a pretty kitty!" Darrell purred at me in a way that made my pulse race. "Now left your legs up, yeah! Just like that—spread them just a little." He instructed.

I felt odd, but I knew he was more of an anime geek than I, and I just assumed he was guiding me into some cliché anime girl pose. However, with my legs pulled towards my chest and my ankle spread. The slight bulge of my sex was more visible under the flimsy fabric of the underwear I wore. I blushed and trembled upon catching the wolfish grin on Darrell's face as he praised me and continued snapping shots of me, all the while guiding me into more suggestive poses that left my legs spread or my rump up in the air.

"Is this enough? Can we stop n-now?" I shivered nervously under his hungry eyes, and at first, I almost thought he'd press for me. I nearly imagined him suddenly pinning me down and crawling over me. Forcing me to submit under his lean, muscular body. Instead, Darrel simply glanced at the screen of his phone, smiled, and said, "This is more than enough... Thanks, Al."

Chapter Four: Introduction to Philosophy

After that, Darrell's games slowed down. In fact, he hardly ever tried it again., I supposed it was because he felt guilty after what had happened. I, on the other hand, was conflicted. While the event had been traumatizing in its own way, I kept revisiting memories of it for different reasons. At night, I'd have vivid dreams, finding myself back in the ladies' locker room surrounded by buxom beauties. Though they continually berated me and stripped me naked, I usually awoke in a puddle of my own shame. I hadn't had a wet dream since my high school graduation.

Yet, I couldn't stop the dreams from coming back, and each time they did, they felt less and less like a nightmare. I began to enjoy hearing the cutting words, having the pressure of all eyes focused on me as I was fondled and groped into a shivering mess. I felt like I was losing my mind all over again. Perhaps these were just residual emotions leftover from a year spent at Tyrese's beck and call. However, the desire to experience that kind of rush became an unignorable urge. I did my best to distract myself with the DnD club and Helena.
Darrell seemed to encourage my courting of her and kept giving me pointers on further attracting her. Especially on my appearance. He made sure to emphasize how much better I looked with long hair and even suggested I wear lip balm to make my mouth more kissable looking. He said it would 'put ideas in her head.' With him being more popular than I, I heeded all his tips. They seemed to work too.
Helena slowly gravitated towards me, and soon enough, I found myself out on a date with her. Darrell was happy for me and even gave me a high five before fixing the collar of

my shirt and sending me off for the night. Little did I know, he was just waiting for this opportunity to arise. "So, how did the date go?" Darrell asked me just as I got back later that evening.
Truthfully it went really well! Helena was sweet, kind, and bubbly. She was a bit awkward, but her innocence only seemed to enhance her beauty. Her presence was lovely to be in regardless of the initial silence between us. But as the night wore on, we got a few drinks in our system. Helena and I loosened up around one another, and I felt we had really made a connection. I was floating on cloud nine. Things were finally looking up for me. Darrell appeared pleased with my report, but before I could head off to shower and then to bed, he grabbed my attention.
"By the way—check this out." Darrell slid over to me as I plopped down on the side of m bed, laptop in hand.
I quickly scanned the web page he was showing me. The black background only made the racy headline pops out all the more. Though the neon rainbow fonts barely needed help catching anyone's attention.

"Scandalous E-Thots and Slutty-Monster Girls!" Read one of the titles. I examined further, though more skeptical. Why was he showing me this? Then my heart fell out of my ass as my eyes glided down the page. It was a gallery entitled 'Ally Cat <3<3<3', and right below that was a whole page of photos Darrel had taken of me after that day in the ladies' locker room.
I had a heart attack; despite the fact he had covered my face with cute hearts and emojis, my body was front and center. I grew redder and redder as I saw each pose I had struck, showcasing the thing material of the peach-colored under tight stretching over my noticeable scrotum. I felt like an idiot! Why had I let him take those pictures? "What the hell is this!?" I shouted and nearly knocked the laptop out of his grip.
"Whoa! Calm down! I censored your face—no one knows it's you." Darrell explained with a look of confusion on his face. As if he couldn't understand why I wouldn't have wanted this.
"But why!? Why would you do this?!" I wanted my own answers. He had no right, and he promised he wouldn't

share them! Now they were plastered all over the internet. My world began to crumble; what if someone recognized me! What if one of the girls from the locker room saw this and recognized her underwear? I was so screwed! "I'm sorry, bro! I just thought it would be an easy way for us both to make some money." Darrell said as he tried to calm me down.
"What do you mean money?!" My panicked mind couldn't grasp any further than the fact that pictures of me in women's underwear were on the internet, to begin with. "Look!" He pointed out a set of stats near the bottom of the page. Apparently, it was a user dashboard that listed statistics. "You're hella popular already. You've got subscribers and people already throwing money into your tip jar for more—" Darrell winked at me and then pointed to the virtual tip jar gif that appeared to be half-filled already.
"Someone paid for this?" I stared in disbelief. "Dude—you've already got nearly three hundred bucks in there, and I just put the page up a few hours ago." Darrell explained how he had known about the website known as

'Mostly Fiends.' He called it 'the Mecca of E-Thottery,' Apparently, 'my character' was already garnering attention.
"I've got ideas! I can get you some better wigs and clothes, and maybe we can give you a medical mask or something to cover your face."
"Wait—what?" I was stunned. He sounded like he was pitching some sort of business partnership. "You're not suggesting I go into porn, least of all, pass myself off as a woman! Are you crazy?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Darrell tried to quell my worries insisting that I wasn't the only one who did this sort of thing and how this day and age had opened up so many new opportunities. He's every word attempting to ply me with enough assurance to get me to agree. However, I wasn't convinced.
"Take the page down now!" I demanded firmly. "Come on, Al. Be reasonable." Darrell pleaded. "Take it down!" I demanded again, this time shouting. "Now, hold on—you ain't gonna raise your voice at me. I'm trying to be gentle about this, but Ty was obviously right

about you." Darrell's tone and expression changed drastically. His pale eyes grew cold and emotionless as he stared me down.
"What did you say?" I was dumbfounded and on edge. What had he and Tyrese talked about?
"Ty told me you the kinda bitch who needs a firm hand. You don't know your place—and he was obviously right about you...." Darrell rose off the side of the bed and towered over me. He glared, "I and you can make some good money together, Allen. Just think about it—all you need is a little guidance and someone to run the page for you."
I was speechless. His business proposal was less than a proposal and more of a threat now. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Al. The fact of the matter is, this wouldn't be the first time you've done something scandalous—ain't that right, princess?"
My mouth went dry and snapped shut as I stared wide-eyed at him. He knew-- I could tell by the way he was chewing me apart with his eyes. He knew what Tyrese had

made me do, and now, I felt like I was staring back up at my former captor.
"Now, now—no need to look so worried. I'm not going to brutalize you like my boy, Ty; I've got different ideas in mind for you. All I need from you is to look pretty and pose for pictures... that's all I want."
‘for now,' I could hear those words ringing in his gaze as he looked at me. The feeling of impending doom loomed there between us, but Darrell played everything off smoothly like he usually did.
"Seriously, relax—I'm not like my brother. I'm just strapped for cash, and I thought you might want to help a brother out while getting your beak wet too. Tuition's not going to pay itself, and you could use a new laptop too, Allen. This will be good for us, just trust me—" There was no room to argue. If I did, I was made to feel like I was the selfish one. So I let the discussion end there. The anxiety I had once felt before was trickling back in. I was sure that I would find myself pinned down during my sleep and roughly taken advantage of in the middle of the

night. But it never happened. In fact, Darrel seemed to allow me my space after that. I was glad about it too.
I wanted to distract myself. I wanted to escape my own suffocating thoughts, if even for a few hours. Visiting the DnD club on the weekends helped out tremendously. Not only did I get to play someone else and peel off my own uncomfortable skin for a while, but I also got to see Helena. We had gotten much closer, and I was starting to feel more at ease around her.
Every fiber of my being wanted to make her my girlfriend, but I was too scared to bring it up out of fear of rejection. Darrell had started mentioning how the extra money would also help me with my love life. How 'girl's loved to be spoiled rotten,' and how I could do so with a steady flow of cash. All I had to do was 'sit pretty for a few pics.' Shamefully, I began to see the benefits of the transaction. Darrell was good at branding, too, having already come up with a name and aesthetic.
"Your online persona is 'Ally Cat.' You're a bimbo cat girl, and you like kawaii shit. Get it? Just wear this and lay back on the bed.

I looked down at the tank top and bikini bottom he threw at me. A pale lavender color. Easy on the eyes, it complimented the powdery pastel aesthetic Darrell was looking to achieve. He had even set the stage. Tossing comfy frilled pillows and cartoon plushies across the bed for me to cuddle up with. As much as I wanted to cut and run, Darnell always reminded me of Helena.
"You want to impression Helena, right? Well, you need cash. How else you think you gonna keep a cutie like her happy." His eyes would slide down toward my groin accusatorily.
As if knowing I wouldn't have been able to satisfy her in bed. Deep down, I knew he was right. That had been the case with Jessica. I had thought our relationship was rock solid after being together for so long, but all it took to split us up was a well-hung bull of a man. I shuddered at the thought of losing another woman like that. Therefore, Darnell was right. I needed money—and from the sounds of it, my tip jar was already getting filled. I just needed to keep up a steady stream of content. Darnell tossed me a medical mask after changing into my 'persona'

with a pastel lavender wig to complete the ensemble. Though a darker shade of violet, it had a tiny kitten's nose, and curved feline pout drew across the front of it. "Here—to hide your face." At first, Darnell seemed to want to protect my identity, and I appreciated that. Later I would learn that he only did this so that he would have more dirt to blackmail me.
Gratefully I tied the masked on and assumed the position on the bed. Arranging my legs daintily and tenting my hands in my lap.
Each 'photo shoot' started off gently. Simple snapshots of my toes and bare legs. Moving up to my pelvis and torso. Take pictures of me at lower angles to showcase the softness of my tummy or the narrow width of my waist. Then, finally, up to my face. I'd pose, cupping my cheeks or tilting my head. All the while making my eyes as wide as possible to give them a more dewy and doe-eyed look.
I had become accustomed to smearing on a bit of eyeliner by now. Still, Darrell was also a practiced makeup artist and used some contouring techniques that further narrowed my jaw (though it was covered) and lifted my

cheekbones. The way he applied mascara and fake lashes also helped sell the illusion of my eyes being more prominent than they were.
As much as I hated to admit it, Darrell had successfully turned me into an 'E-Thot.' At least, appearance-wise. Now I needed to act like one. Darrell would coach me each session, telling me to make my poses sassier or saucy. Praising me each time, I managed to contort my body enticingly.
"Good! Just like that! Now, that's Waifu material!" He'd praise as I jutted my hips out and dropped my lower back while bent over.
Despite how it looked, I felt horribly mortified but too embarrassed to say anything. Instead, I just did as he asked—posing like a little doll for him. But as Darrell had said—'Ally Cat' was popular, and before I knew it, my tip jar was overflowing. By the second week, we had made over eight hundred dollars. I was stunned. Had we really made so much in just two weeks? I could hardly believe it until Darrell put the money in my hand with a grin.

"Go on, big spender, take yo' girl on the town. Y'all deserve it!" Darrell seemed pleased as punch with me and didn't bother me over the weekend. I took the free time to invite Helena out, and finally, we made things official over a fancy romantic dinner.
I had a girlfriend again and a side gig that made me plenty of money! I could almost say I was proud of myself, but then again, I was living a double life. By day I spent time with Helena going to classes and clubs, and at night, I became 'Ally Cat.' I spent that time dolled up in pastel colors and fuzzy cat ears, striking lewd poses for perverts online. It paid well—too well.
My overnight success had convinced me that Darrell had my best intentions in mind, so I heeded him. Giving in to all his suggestive coaching. Little by little, exposing more and more of myself to strangers online. My 'fans,' as Darrell called them. The people who poured money into my tip jar for every snapshot of me with my legs spread wide, panty-clad holding a peace sign in the air accompanied with the caption, 'uwu,' or something equally otaku sounding.

It frightened me how quickly I became numb to it. The flow of money made that all the easier, and spending weekends with sweet bubbly Helena at my side made the time go by faster. After a while, giving into Darrell's suggestion became second nature. He began to ask for more risque poses, and though he had promised I wouldn't have to strip down—that line started to get blurred. "Spread your legs—I want to show off the thigh highs," He'd insist while aiming the lens of the camera directly at my groin. Then he'd tell me to play with the crotch of my underwear. I gave him a wary look, but he assured me that I didn't have to show anything.
"Just tease—it's all about the build-up." He clarified, though, that wolfish look glinted in his eyes as I began to finger the flimsy pastel material of my underwear. "That's it, just like that—here, hold this." Darrell took something out from under the bed and placed it onto the mattress next to me.
My eyes went wide as I looked at the phallic-shaped object. Though I recognized it as a dildo, I could tell it wasn't your everyday kind of sex toy. It was flaming red and covered in

ridges. It bottomed out into a fat knot that looked threatening upon closer inspection.
"What the hell is that?" I asked, eyeing the toy. "Haha—top of the line. Dildos from 'Knob Goblins' are all the rage!" Darrell looked too excited.
"’Knob Goblins?'" I was utterly lost.
Darrell could tell. He sighed, looking slightly deflated. "Never heard of them? They make sex toys for the discerning nerd. They do a fuckin' service catering to monster cock connoisseurs of the world."
I stared blankly, clearly not grasping the significant cultural impact this kitchy sex toy company was making on today's young adults, but apparently, this was important. "Look—just pose with it. You don't have to use it! I just want to entice sponsors, that's all." Darrell explained. "Aren't we kind of a small—I uh...dunno, page? Channel? To get sponsors." I didn't understand the grand scheme of things, but again Darrell insisted that I trust him.
So far, he hadn't given me too much of a reason to back out. Unfortunately, I was about to find myself the frog in a pot of hot water. He had been slowly turning up the heat,

and before I knew it, things had reached a boiling point, and I found myself trapped.
As time passed, Darrell continued having me model with sex toys. Holding them near my face or balancing them on my stomach as if to suggest how much could fit inside of me. Then he started having me posing with them perched between my legs or bent over with the dildo standing erect and ready to penetrate my backside. My heart raced as each photoshoot grew raunchier and lewder with each one. As Darrel said, 'it was all about the build-up.'
"Man, Al! You'll never guess how much money we've made, and we stand to make a helluva lot more with this next idea I have in store." Darrell had a way of pumping me up before finally hitting me with a genuinely degrading request, and this time was no different, though I found my head spinning at the dollar amount that fell out of his mouth. "This month's pot is nearly 4k! I think we can double it—here, take this." As expected, he handed me a new dildo. This one was deep purple and shaped like a cluster of tendrils, all spiraling into one.

"It's called 'The Abyssal Lover,'" He explained as I slid onto the bed.
This time I was wearing a long auburn wig tied up neatly with a large pink bow that accentuates my fan-like eyelashes. Pair with that was a set of blush-colored lingerie coupled with pink fishnets that were cinched around my long slender legs with heart-shaped garters. I adjusted the matching harness around my waist, so the heart buckles sat neatly on the lines of my body that best complimented its curves. Holding the new toy awkwardly, I waited for him to instruct me on how to pose.
"Like I said, I had a new idea—" Darrell sat in front of me, holding the camera. I expected him to start snapping shots. Instead—he set the camera to record and said, "When I say actions, I'll start the stream—and you'll demonstrate how to use the toy."
"What?" I was lost. "Stream?"
Darrel just smiled as if this was all a natural part of the process. "Yeah—there's a live stream tonight. A lot of you're fans paid to see you use the toys. Relax—you'll do great." He assured.

My heart was already creeping up into my throat. "Is this going to be l-live? I-I can't—" I could feel the stage fright already taking hold of me. The knowledge that many unknown people on the internet would be watching me use this toy froze me in fear.
"Yeah—but don't worry. You don't have to talk to anyone. Just use the toy—have fun." Darrell insisted. "B-But!" I didn't want to do this live for an audience. We had never discussed this happening before! I felt blindsided, and Darrell took full advantage of that. "Allen...you and I both know you can fit that entire dildo in your ass...." Darrell stated flatly. No semblance of amusement in his usually warm tone. "If you can take my brother...you can fit that toy. Now stop acting all innocent and shy—save that shit for the show. Now, Imma press record, and you're gonna slide yo panties to the side and start working that fat cock in. You got me? I was even nice enough to leave some lube on the side table for you. You might wanna grab that and start oiling up before I start rolling, ya dig?" Darrell's demeanor had shifted all at once

again, and now I was feeling a menacing presence fill the room once more.
Biting my lip, my eyes flickered around the room, looking for any excuse or argument I could make. None came, and instead, my eyes landed on Darrell's laptop. Opened and sitting on the desk across from us, I could see the streaming page open. A lively chat flowed steadily, and as the center, a thumbnail with a cute cartoony cat that read "Be Right Back-nya!!"
I sighed and flushed, feeling the inevitable doom upon me. Darrell wasn't of a mind to give me a moment longer to prepare. He snapped his fingers at me to grab my attention.
"No need for stage fright, darling. Grab that bottle, and wait for your mark. I'll put some music on to help." He said. His finger flicked something on his smartphone, and the speakers on his laptop began to emit a soft lofi beat that bled into the background and filled the space. I gulped as he waved and held three fingers up. Adjusting his camera, he said softly. "Stay in the frame, beautiful~."

I felt hot all over. Was I really going to do this live? Even with my face mask on and my identity protected by a thick wig and layers of makeup, I felt totally exposed. Even so, Darrell urged me on.
"Three—Two—..." He never uttered one and simply pointed to the screen on his laptop as the 'live now' light lit up, and a miniature image of me popped up. The chat flow picked up significantly, though I was too far away to see what they were saying.
"Don't mind them...get started," Darrell said in a hushed yet husky tone as he stared at me through the camera viewfinder.
Hesitant at first, I finally built up enough motivation to reach for the bottle of lube. I knew things weren't going to get much more pleasant, but at least I didn't have to make things any more uncomfortable on myself than I had to. Oiling up the toy, I sheepishly laid on my side, keeping my lower half well in view of the camera as I massaged the excess lubricant into my hole. The feeling made me shudder, for it was not unfamiliar. I hadn't touched myself there a while, not sense Tyrese left.

This all brought back memories; as much as I told myself to be repulsed by the thoughts of that huge man climbing over me and having his way with me, I couldn't help but feel myself grow aroused as I did so. I closed my eyes, playing and fingering my hole till it went slack. I could hear the chat flow rise in pitch each time I moved. Even Darrel's breath hitched as he recorded me. Obediently I sat up, leg's bent and pulled back, exposing my groin and the slicked crotch where the excess lubricant had escaped the clench of my hole. I was trembling as I glanced over at the stream window on the laptop. I could see myself.
The lewd way my legs were spread. The way my body looked so slender, pale, and dainty. The way the makeup and hair wove the illusion of my femaleness. It felt so surreal seeing myself like this and yet exhilarating in ways I couldn't describe. Lost in the rush of the moment, I took up the toy and began to knead the corkscrew tip into the tight seal of my anus. Holding my breath as I pushed it in, slowly but surely working in the girthy spiral of it till just the base remained jutting out from between my cheeks.

The fabric of my underwear strangled around the flat surface of the bottom of the toy, nearly tugging free the meager yet tight sack of my scrotum. I moaned out loud despite myself as the pleasure of being so filled overtook me. Writhing slightly, I lost myself to it. The rush intoxicated me. Feeling the gaze of so many strangers watching me, including Darrell, as he leaned in closer to watch me pump the impossibly large monster cock in and out of my hole.
"That's it—good girl...." He hummed as he drew closer to me, filling the camera's view with nothing but the image of my taut hole pulled painfully tight around the circumference of the false phallus.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I moaned out loud, losing myself entirely in the moment.
"Let's let the audience see how excited you are." Darnell snickered in a saucy voice.
I felt his fingers hook into my underwear, tugging the abruptly to the side. My meager package slipped out. A small erect pink nub flailed into view.
"Very kawaii, Ally~" Darnell purred his praise.

My heart fluttered. I was ashamed at how elevated I felt. Nearly floating off the bed as I climaxed prematurely. "Hey! Watch it—," Darnell hissed as he jumped out of the way—miraculously balancing the camera as he caught the final money shot for the audience's amusement. Spasming slightly against the bed, I flushed red, realizing I had cum much quicker than usual. Was it the setting? Or the fact that I knew people were watching? Maybe it was the thought of Tyrese dominating me? Awash in my own endorphins, I was lost in a rosy haze, too buzzed from cumming to consider what the true culprit was. Darrell, on the other hand, was very pleased with my performance. Though he warned me about nearly nailing him with my wad.
"Pfft—the only one here taking a money shot to the face is you. Haha—we'll save that for the next broadcast."
As dazed as I was from orgasming, hearing that made me crash back down. He expected there to be more of these 'streams.' Of course, he did—I had already given in this time. There was no stopping him from coercing me into another. I feared what he'd concoct next, knowing what I

was already willing to subjugate myself to. I had to stay strong for Helena.
She was my one saving grace in all this. I had to hold on because seeing her happy face and feeling her kind, warm arms around me made it all worth it in the end. If only I could save up enough to pay my school loans and maybe buy a house, then I could stop doing this and get a proper job in engineering like I had planned. I kept thinking that I just had to 'put up with it for now,' never knowing that this was all just a glimpse into my future.

Chapter Five: Business Economics

I waited pensively over the next couple of days. Darrell said nothing about the stream, and most of the time I saw

him, he had his head sunk into his laptop. No doubt editing photos or adding new posts to the page. He did say that we had gotten quite the following from our first live stream, but if I wanted any real 'clout,' I needed to last longer than I had. I blushed to myself, recalling how fast I had cum. I don't know what had come over me. Of all people, Darrell gave me some insight into what was happening to me.
"You looked tense, Al—you've really got to relax and just sink into your roles." The glow from his laptop screen reflected off his glasses as he peered over the brim at me. I just scowled in his direction, not sure what to say for myself.
"Aw—why the long face? You're a star! We've got booku money coming in. What's there to be angry about? You should just relax and accept what you are. It'll translate better on camera if you actually believe you're a girl."
I sat in silence, considering his words. Internally struggling with the half of me that wanted to lash out at him and the other half that agreed with him. Did I really want this? All the attention I got when I did portray myself

more feminine felt so good—almost as if it were the right thing. Even if I was embarrassed about how I looked while wearing those things, I knew it felt liberating to be desired and gawked at sexually. I liked being objectified as much as I protested it. After all, it made me feel...desirable—and the sex. I had never orgasmed harder than when I was being held down or penetrated.

Each time I thought about a pair of solid russet arms pinning me down or folding me in half, my body quivered with hunger. Robust fingers curled in feral lust around my slender throat—taking all control from me. Darrell was right in some capacity. Knowing my role—playing my part, it felt like pure ecstasy. And that scared me. I didn't want to lose my identity to these new feelings and emotions. I liked who I was, but I also felt like I was living a double life. Especially when it concerned Helena.
I did my best to be a good boyfriend, but I never felt like I could genuinely open up to her. Not with stuff like this, and after my split with Jessica. Dating again felt so new and scary. I didn't want to accidentally slip up and let her

see this degrading side of me. She'd think I was some kind of freak.
"Hey! Earth to Allen! Did you hear me?" Darrell called from the desk.
I snapped out of my deep train of thought and peered over curiously.
"Look—I need you to step up your game for the next live stream. I got some more ideas too...." He started, but amid my internal crisis, I lost my temper.
"No! No more! I'm not doing another damn live stream!" I stomped and tossed my jacket across the room in frustration.
"What? Why not?! Al, we've made nearly 5k off that one stream! You can't back out now—the next one will double that!"
As good as the money sounded, I hated the thought of selling my dignity. "Oh, please—people just come to laugh at me!" I snapped back.
"Pfft—don't sell yourself short, babydoll. Come take a look at the comments section." Darrell spun his laptop on the desk, facing it towards me. I cringed upon seeing the

thumbnail, an image of me with my legs spread wide and that ink-colored dildo almost fully submerged into my ass. Then my eyes traced down the page, reading over each comment.
"SO CUTE!"
"What a beauty!"
"Ugh, I'd fill that tight hole up! Yum!"
"Sit on my face, Ally Neko-chan!!! ^w^"
"Tasty little powder puff kitten!"
The comments continued like that, line after line of spectators praising and yearning for my body. A strange rush rolled through me, but I pulled away, determined to stay firm in rejecting this lifestyle.
"I-I just can't anymore...." I said as I turned away from Darrell.
I couldn't see his face, but I could feel him glaring at the back of my head. I expected him to threaten me, but instead, he sounded as if he'd come to a compromise. "Alright—alright... just hear me out. I'm not going to force you to keep going with this, but just consider the money you're throwing away here. And what about Helena? You

going to be able to keep taking her out on dates if you don't keep this income rolling in? Do you think you're going to keep her attention like that? If I were you, I'd just save her the wasted time and break up with her now if you planning to quit and throw all this success away... but before you do. One more live stream. The last one—let's make as much money as possible and run. Sound good?"
One more live stream? That's all he wanted... I mulled it over for a few moments before finally outstretching my hand and shaking on it. I'd do one last show. Get as much money as I could and use that to pay down some of my debt, and the rest I would save and use sparingly till I could find a good enough part-time job. Something legitimate. Darrell seemed satisfied with that.
"This next live stream is going to be DnD themed. I've got costumes set to go and everything." Darrell explained though when I asked what the costume was, he simply said. "Don't worry about it. You'll see—it's a role you were made for."
***

I put the conversation out of my mind until the weekend rolled in, and Darrell began setting up the live stream set. Pastel-colored pillows were tossed over the bed again, and this time, he left my costume hung up in the bathroom. As I got changed, I noticed the designs on the skimpy mini dresses he had left me. Apparently, I was playing the part of a slave-girl elf who had been captured. I had yet to see what else Darrell had in store, but I imagined he had bought some kind of giant troll dick dildo for me to showcase tonight, being that the theme was specifically DnD.
The tattered leafy tunic I slung on hung over my frame tightly and gave my hips a wider appearance. Thought the neckline gathered around my throat like a halter top. My back lay bare, and the hem of the tunic barely covered just up to the curve of my ass. I checked myself in the mirror, fixing the bobbed wig he had given me. The dusky blonde color of it actually matched my skin tone almost perfectly. Giving me an even lither appearance. High and thick winged eyeliner made my eyes look rounded and deeper.

The rouge and pink glaze made my cheeks and lips appear more pouty and youthful.
I had to admit, even to myself.... I looked pretty. Beautiful, even. I turned and examined the curved of the narrow silhouette, but as I did so, Darrell knocked on the bathroom door to check if I was ready.
"Well, look at you!" Darrel clapped his hands as I emerged. He was wearing a bathrobe and had a set of small tusks set into his mouth. I squinted at him, wondering what his get-up was about.
"Are you in costume too?" I asked. "You—figured you could use a hand for this stream. I told you I had something in mind, he winked at me."
Did that mean he intended to be on camera with me? My heart began to race. Was he planning on fucking me in front of the camera? Why else would he have gone through this much trouble? I felt tense right away as I sat on the bed and waited for his instruction. Like last time, his laptop was set up on the desk with the stream set to intermission and chat already steadily flowing. He set the

camera onto a tripod and then began removing his robes. His costume struck me as familiar right away.
"Hold on! Are you dressed as your orc character, Boone?" I questioned as I scanned over the familiar faux fur skin loincloth.
His chest lay bare and smooth. Almost glossy with its rich umber skin tone. He wasn't as hard chiseled as his brother, but his body was fit and his muscles thick and lined with an almost cuddly layer of fat. My breath grew thick as I peered over at him—that wet dream I once had, came rushing to the forefront of my mind. Was I about to live out one of my deepest darkest sex dreams?
"Hah! So you noticed! He's one of my best characters, after all, and folks online really love this pervy geeky shit. So just relax—I'll take it from here." He puffed up—flexing his thick pecks and toned arms in my direction.
I flushed all over and shrank into myself as I inspected him further. I hadn't realized how much he dwarfed me until seeing him without his shirt on. I bit my lip, wondering what he had in store. Maybe I did have something to look forward to. Then another knock came to

the door. I panicked and scrambled to cover myself, but Darrell assured me it was nothing to worry over. "Don't worry, I'll get it—like I said, I thought you could use a hand for this 'last hoorah,'" Darrell winked and stepped over to the room door, tugging it open.
There in the doorway stood Helena. Her dark cow eyes stared out from under a platinum blond wig that fell to her waist. She sauntered in with a huge smile on her face. I, on the other hand, felt like my soul had left my body. "Ah! Wha! Huh? wh—how?!" I began to sputter in a panic. "Relax, Allen." I was getting tired of hearing Darrel tell me to stay calm.
"Helen wanted to help out," Darrel said with a sly smirk that made me think he had planned all this.
"To be completely honest with you, Al. I'm a huge fan of 'Ally Cat!' I mean, I was going out with you cause I thought you were a nice guy, but then after going out with you, I thought you were just really dull. Until I saw your 'MostlyFiends' page!" Helena explained as she walked over and sat on the bed.

She stripped back the long coat she was wearing to reveal the long lacy dress beneath. It hugged every slope of her

body to the point where I could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. I could practically see the soft puffiness of her nipples and the divot of her camel toe between the sheer lacy frock. Although, I also recognized her dress. The prominent Gothic accents and the faux elf ears immediately gave me the impression of my necromancer, Cassandra.

"W-Why are you dressed like that?" I asked in a stunned tone.
"Why do you think?" Darrell interrupted with a dark smile on his face. "She's our Cassandra." He stated, that grin grew darker.
I was confused. If she was Cassandra, then what role was I playing?
"Don't look so lost, Allen. You just have to sit there and look pretty." Darrel assured me again in that sickening sweet tone as he adjusted the camera and started the stream. It would seem Helena and Darrell had been practicing lines without me present because they launched

right into a scripted scene that had me sitting there wholly at a loss.
"My, my Boone—what treat have you brought me today for use in my nefarious necromancy!" Helena purred and pawed at me, squeezing the nub of my nipple from over my dress. I reacted naturally with a gasp that was more than convincing. The stream's chat seemed to erupt into a frenzy as the 'show' began.
"Boone, bring you slave for experiments. Boone do gud, yes?" Darrell drawled through a dull orcish accent. Feigning heavy stupidity as he spoke.
Helena cracked a smile but remained expertly in character as she carried on as the haughty elf witch.
"Good job, Boonie! She looks quite fresh! I'll enjoy breaking her!~" Helena snickered as she leered at me. Still lost but enthralled by her performance, I sat by watching and wincing as she reached for me. Despite my surprise, I felt myself falling into my role as the 'captured slave elf girl,' and much to my dismay, both Helena and Darrell stuck very closely to their own roles.

"Come here, Boonie, let me reward you!" Helena beckoned, curling her elegant fingers in Darrell's direction. Darrell stopped for a moment and peered over at me. I saw that sly smirk flicker across his face briefly before he stepped forward. Had he planned this from the beginning? Was he using Helena to get back at me for ruining his plans? It appeared that way as he cupped Helena's head and jutted his pelvis out for her.
Instinctively Helena's hands worked into the knot holding his loincloth up, tugging and pulling it free. My heart fell along with the garment. Though Helena's eyes lit up. I was shocked at what greeted us from beneath his loincloth. Darrell was equal to his brother in all ways. Even his sex was impressive as a long, girthy ebony snake unfurled from the skins slung around his waist. Veiny and already throbbing, the head of his cock loomed in front of Helena's face. She didn't even look at me, but I could see her cheeks grow red before she tittered saucily and placed her lips around the head of his cock.
My heart felt wretched in two as I watched her skillfully throat him. I shuddered, watching the narrowness of her

slender neck expand as she took him deep into her esophagus. The thick head of his cock bobbed visibly in the sheath of her throat. I felt my own sex stir watching them. A seething pit of jealousy, mixed with longing, welled up inside of me as I watched my girlfriend begin to suck off the dusky 'orc.'
I could hear the chat dinging in the background, but my eyes remained fixated on Helena's face. Beautiful mouth drawn into a tight purse around the girth of Darrell's manhood. I felt as if I'd be ill, but at the same time, I felt my own penis begin to react. I was angry. I couldn't control my body, but the longer I watched them, the more the fury subsided.
I was enthralled by her technique—by how natural she looked and at ease she was. She really didn't care that I was there watching, or perhaps she was bolstered by my presence. I couldn't tell, but I began to not care. Growing heated at the sight of Darrel undulating into her agape mouth. I felt my own palate grow wet. That pit of desire coiling every tighter in my stomach.

"Mmm! Looks slick enough to me—come my healthy orc. Please your mistress more!" Helena crooned through a rough tone.
Her throat had gone coarse from hosting the breadth of Darrell's meaty cock. She laid over on her side, drawing up her dress and revealing that she had worn no panties. My mouth grew wetter watching her play with the plush lips of her pink slit. The way her lacy thigh highs clung to the wealth of her thighs made me all the more jealous and filled with lust. I both wanted her and wanted to be her. The way Darrell looked at Helena made me envious for more than one reason.
Darrel stood back with a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest.
His hand swung back and then arched forth, slapping Helena's bared rump with a firm clap. His eyes slid over to me as if daring me to say something to him, but when I only sat there watching, he continued. This time grabbing a fist full of Helena's thigh—prying her open for all to see the glistening beauty of her rosy pussy. I bit my lip painfully but didn't tear my eyes away and just watched as

he angled his sizable cock into her and, with a swift motion, filled her to the hilt.
Helena groaned and moaned—writhing and grinding into him as his dick slammed into her. His pace was rough and purposeful. He perfectly portrayed himself as an orc, rutting into the pseudo-Cassandra with bestial need. Helena moaned out loud, her face flushing as she looked over to catch me staring. Entirely bewildered, I sat concealing the small erection that pressed and protested against the tightness of the sheer blue panties I had on underneath my tunic. I didn't want anyone to see how aroused I had become by just playing witness to this all. Now, I had Helena and Darrell's eyes upon me as they fucked. My eyes avoided theirs but lingered on the interlocking of their bodies. My breath was hotter than before, my body pulsing. Raging to be a part of what they were doing.
"Mmm—looks like our little slave in hungry. Shall we fill her belly before making better use of her?" Helena moaned.

I was impressed by how she remained in character. Her persistence in the act drew me further into my own role. I looked at them, pleading--wringing the hem of my tunic. Darrell only smiled and rose off of Helena, allowing her to crawl over to my side.
"Come, little kitty, sit in your lady's lap." She beckoned me. Mindless, hypnotized by her beauty and charm, I crawled into her lap without question.
"She's so petite and lovely; let us have a closer look...." Helena mused as she embraced me.
Her warmth soothed me as her lithe fingers pecked at the drawstrings holding my tunic up. She let down my halter top, baring my chest to the audience before playfully pinching and massaging the cups of my' breasts'. Then her hand trailed down further. My breath hitched as her soft fingers caressed and petted at the noticeable bulge in my panties. She began to stroke me, pulling the soft powder blue crotch of my underwear out of the war and exposing the rosebud of my anus to the camera. I huffed and panted as she touched me, petting my meager pecker between her

fingers. My anus clenching at the nipping cold air wafting against it.
"Boone thinks this hole is hungry...." Darrel stroked his slicked cocked, gesturing down at my exposed entrance. My heart lurched but also panged at the idea of Darrell filling me to the brim just as he had down with Helena. I gripped at her legs as Darrel loomed over me, poisoning himself at my entrance and smiling down at me. A long trail of saliva fell from his mouth, sliding down my crack and over the cinch of my puckering channel. I anticipated him, already tensing and wincing at the sharp pain I would feel as he penetrated me. Gritting my teeth, the discomfort I predicted met and left me sooner than I expected as Darrel slid into me with practiced ease.
"Guh!" He let out a grown as he struggled to slide the whole thing in. "So fucking tight...."
He sighed, closing his eyes and allowing his head to fall limply back as he leaned his body forward, using gravity to sink the rest of the way into me. I groaned and yelped but struggled little with Helena's arms around me. Her hands found my thighs and held me open for Darrel. I could feel

her heavy breath on my shoulder as she watched Darrell fill me. My eyes blanched with stars as he sunk in up to the hilt. I had to steady my breath as he did so, lest the shock of him entering me so profoundly would force me to push him out.
"Aha, Such a healthy little thing. Can she take all of you, my sweet orc?" Helena purred against the shell of my ear as Darrell began to push deeper. I thought I would break from how hard he pressed himself into me, and at the same time, my body trembled and begged for me. "Augh!" I mewled, much to Darrell's pleasure.

He smiled and withdrew momentarily, only to slam back into me. His speed was rougher this time, taking no

quarter with me as he pumped himself into a frenzy. The grip he took on my stomach was almost painful as he pinned me solidly in place. All the while, Helena giggled sublimely into my ear, breaking character for only an instant as she giggled mirthfully.
"Damn, he's really destroying you, huh? Fuck, that's hot. My friends said you were a little pervert, but shit...."

Helena growled in a husky tone bringing me back to that day in the ladies' locker room.
They had told her about me. How long had she known? I couldn't linger on it too long as my mind was swept numbly under by Darrell's increasing strength. As if channeling some orcish deity in another dimension, Darrell's eyes glazed over. He bore his teeth and drilled into me, battering the tight cinch of my asshole with all his might. I whimpered and yelped. Clinging to Helena as Darrell made me his completely. Legs jolted and spasmed. I felt the coil in my stomach begin to undo itself.
I tried to last, but the sudden spasm of Darrell's cock inside me sent me over the edge. As I creamed in my new set of panties, I felt Darrel spill out inside of me. That familiar warmth seeping inside me was nearly euphoric feeling as I sailed deeply into a haze.
"Oh—such a good little slave. Shall we see how many more loads this little harlot can take?" Helena snickered and sneered sensually while peering over at Darrel glistening panting form.

He had gone silent, but the glow of feral lust remained on his face as he took me again. I could barely fight the urge to allow him to use me as his toy. Flipping me over onto my belly, filling me again from behind, and then again while on the floor or on my knees. I was shared back and forth between the two.

The haze of lust, sweat, and sex was so thick in the room I could barely distinguish who was between my legs or who

had their hot sex against my tongue. It all blurred together by the end of the night. At which I found myself left in a messy heap. Darrel cum dribbling from my hole and down my chin. Helena's sweet, tangy juices smeared across my face, my chest, and along my dainty length.
In the end, Darrel walked away with it all. The video we made went viral. Luckily my identity was yet to be discovered, but Darrel had been right. We doubled our profit. Seeing Darrell's success, Helena immediately decided to make him her new boyfriend, leaving me to the wayside. Utterly humiliated and regularly cucked by the new couple, I had nothing left but the money and my internet fame.

Therefore, I couldn't pull myself away from it. Darrell entrapped me with my success and continued as my manager, overseeing the making and producing of each stream. Suddenly, 'just dealing with it' became 'accept it.' This was my new reality. I was becoming an internet femboy, and as much as that should have repulsed and scared me, I was more scared by the fact that it did less and less every day.
I wasn't sure how the rest of my college life would go, but two years in, I already felt like I was becoming a new person. And I wasn't quite sure if I was happy about that or not. Only time would tell in the end, and I was only halfway through....