You're My Bitch Now
Chapter One
Rick stifled a yawn. He had just come off a double shift on the IT help
desk at the company where he worked and he was dog tired. It was a
thankless job; he was constantly being yelled at by executives so inept
he wondered how they managed to switch on a kettle. They possessed a
seemingly infinite capacity to screw up their computers, and then blame
it on the equipment, the network, or more frequently, Rick. The help
desk had acronyms for these idiots, such as PEBKAC - Problem Exists
Between Keyboard And Chair, or Rick’s favourite, FBPC - Fuckwit Behind
PC.
To be honest, the work wasn't that taxing most of the time, and on quiet
days and nights he had the opportunity to sharpen his hacking skills on
company time. He wasn't the greatest hacker in the world, but he enjoyed
breaking into websites, especially porn sites. Although he didn't do
that on company time. He would do that in the privacy of his room in the
flat he shared. He had seen what HR did to people who get caught with
porn on their laptops. One guy had sent his boss a screenshot from his
browser of a work-related issue, but with the browser tabs clearly
showing the porn sites he had been browsing.
He arrived back at the flat just after ten to find the living room
empty. He could hear music coming from his flatmate’s room where he
seemed to be spending more and more of his time. Rick had been lucky to
find this place. He had finished his IT skills course and was offered
the help desk job in a suburb of London straight away. He crashed on the
sofa of a college friend for a time while he looked for a place to
share. Competition for flat shares was fierce, and he had seen a lot of
bad flats before he found this one. It was larger and better furnished
than anything he had seen so far and he could just about manage the
rent. With two double bedrooms, a big open plan living room and kitchen
and a shared bathroom, it was a great find.
Rick thought he had got on well with Chris, the leaseholder, when he
came to see the flat, but he was still surprised and delighted when
Chris had called him to tell him he wanted him as his new flatmate.
Rick’s room was big enough; space for a double bed, wardrobe and chest
of drawers as well as his desk with all his computer gear. Chris’s room
had an en-suite shower, so Rick pretty much had the bathroom to himself.
A sneaky peek into Chris’s room when he had gone out one day and
forgotten to lock it revealed that it was bigger than Rick’s room and
decorated in vivid colours with some striking modern art prints on the
walls.
He and Chris had clicked right away. Chris's last flatmate had left in a
hurry, something to do with a late-night visit from the police, and he
had been keen to find someone quickly. Chris was a couple of years
older, small, flamboyant and with a wicked sense of humour. His blond
hair was fashionably shaved at the sides and longer on the top. He
didn't seem to have a girlfriend and Rick had wondered if he might be
gay. It didn't worry Rick if he was; his own elder brother had come out
a year ago and was living with his boyfriend. It had caused a row with
his parents, but Rick had always looked up to his brother, and thought
it was no business of his or anyone else how his brother lived his life.
Rick had always been shy and had found it difficult to meet girls.
Talking to them invariably turned him into a mumbling mess and he had
never even had a steady girlfriend. He was an archetypal nerd; his
favourite TV shows were The Big Bang Theory and the IT Crowd, and he
spent hours in front of his beloved Mac hacking into various websites.
He was an avid game player, spending hours on World of Warcraft. In the
absence of a real sex life, the internet also gave him his sexual
release, and like millions around the world, he was a regular visitor to
porn sites.
Tonight, he made himself a sandwich, then watched a little TV before
heading off to his room and switching on his Mac. Despite the double
shift, he was still buzzed, so played a little WOW, but quickly got
bored with it. Instead, he decided to visit a webcam site before he went
to sleep. It was easy enough to get past the paywalls and once in he
could take his choice from the smorgasbord of sex on offer. Rick had a
wide-ranging taste in what he watched; straight, lesbian, light BDSM,
threesomes, all had passed before his eyes. He was a bit bored with what
was on offer until he came across a T-Girl room. He had never been into
one of these before. He knew what T-Girls were, but he had never had
much interest in them. Jaded with everything else tonight he thought he
would see what it was about, so he clicked into one of the rooms.
At first Rick thought he had made a mistake. He saw on the screen what
looked like a pretty girl with small breasts who was twerking at the
camera. He was about to move on when she stood up, turned around and
pushed down her panties to reveal a semi erect cock sticking out from
her groin. Rick was taken aback, but found it impossible to take his
eyes off her. She began to stroke her cock which was becoming harder and
harder as she stroked it and he watched with a growing fascination. His
pulse began to race, and he started to feel a little as he watched, and
was forced to adjust his cock as it was getting tight in his trousers.
He was riveted to what he was watching, but he had no idea why he was
reacting in this way. The girl on the screen looked so feminine, but she
had a large cock which was now very erect. She was stroking and rolling
her fingers around it and as Rick sat, totally entranced, she closed her
eyes, leant back, and a moan escaped through her lips as her cock
twitched and strings of cum splashed onto her belly. Rick was rooted to
the spot as he watched her relax, put her finger into one of the pools
of cum and with her eyes fixed on the camera, sucked it into her mouth.
Fuck, he said to himself and shutdown the Mac as fast as he could.
Flustered by his reaction to the scene, he couldn't understand why he
felt the way he did, and it got worse when he realised his cock was
painfully hard in his trousers. He wiped his forehead and thought it
must be because he was tired. A good night's sleep is what he needed, he
told himself. The trouble was he couldn't fall asleep; all he could
think of was the moment when the girl had pulled her cock out of her
panties. The scene kept playing in his mind and when he did eventually
fall asleep, all he dreamt of was the girl smiling and offering him her
finger to suck. He woke as he often did with an erection; morning wood
as his mates at school had called it. It normally went away after a few
moments, but today he was as hard as he could ever remember.
Almost without knowing it his fingers slipped down to his cock, and he
began to stroke himself, slowly at first, his fingers sliding over his
taut skin, and then faster and harder until his fist was pumping his
cock. He gasped as he felt his climax approaching, and with a grunt he
came, semen spurting over his fingers. Shit, he thought, I’ll have to
clean up now. It was at that precise moment he remembered the girl from
last night and the way she had sucked her cum from her fingers. He
thought, no I can't, but inexorably, and almost against his conscious
will he brought his fingers to his mouth and he licked them with his
tongue. He pulled a face as the salty taste on his tongue, but he didn't
find it distasteful. Oh well, he thought, at least I know what it tastes
like now.
He ran into the bathroom and stood under the hot shower as if trying to
wash away the taste. He was due for a day off, but his supervisor called
to ask if he could come in as one of the other guys had called in sick,
and they were shorthanded. He offered Rick double time if he did come
in. Rick said yes straight away. After all, he didn't have anything else
to do, and the money would come in handy. It turned out to be a frantic
day and Rick offered to do a couple of extra hours as well for the extra
money. He arrived home late to find Chris in the kitchen cooking some
pasta which smelt delicious to Rick, who hadn't eaten since breakfast.
Chris offered to share the pasta which Rick gratefully accepted. They
opened a bottle of wine and ate sitting on the sofa watching TV. Maybe
because he was so tired, the wine went straight to Rick’s head. He
looked across at Chris, who was watching the TV with his legs drawn up
beneath him, and it struck him how feminine Chris looked at that moment.
Rick had thought that Chris seemed a little effeminate from time to
time, but he had never seen it as clearly as tonight. Chris caught him
looking and said, ‘What? Have I got a spot?’
Rick laughed, ‘No, it's nothing, you remind me of someone, I just can't
think who.’
‘Make it someone nice, please. Lie if you have to.’
‘Dunno,’ said Rick, ‘It isn't important.’
‘You can't leave it like that. You've started so you have to finish. I
know, let me help. Someone famous? Oh, I know, Bradley Cooper?’
Rick snorted, Chris was the polar opposite to him.
‘Alright, no need to be spiteful.’ Chris grinned, ‘So it's not Tom
Hiddleston either?’
Rick shook his head. ‘No, it’s not important.’
Chris laughed, ‘Come on who is he?’
Something in Rick’s face must have given him away, because Chris
suddenly burst out, ‘It's not a man at all, is it? You're thinking of a
woman. You bastard, tell me.’ He was laughing and Rick joined in.
‘Well not look like physically exactly, more remind me of.’
‘Who? Who? If you don't tell me I will hit you with this cushion.’
‘OK. OK, sitting there with your legs up like that you remind me of
Keira Knightley.’
He looked oddly at Rick, then laughed and said, ‘You’ll have to do
better than that. Keira in Pirates of the Caribbean? or Keira in the
Imitation Game?’
‘I didn't mean you look like her, you fool, just that you remind me of
her.’
Chris hit Rick with the cushion, anyway.
‘I'm off to bed, as a penance can you put the stuff away in the
dishwasher?’
Chris disappeared off to his room and Rick stayed put for a moment
longer hoping he hadn't upset Chris. As Rick stacked the dishes, he
heard music start to play in Chris’s room. After switching on the Mac,
he changed into the shorts he wore to bed and sat down to do some
hacking. He soon got bored and switched over to one of his favourite
porn sites. He hesitated about what to watch, but he found himself drawn
into one of the TG rooms. He soon found a model who looked sexy and
before long his cock was hardening in his shorts and his hand found its
way there. This model was soon joined by another equally pretty model
and together they put on a show that had Rick squirming in his chair. He
came pretty much at the same time as one of them on screen and Rick for
a fleeting moment wondered what it must be like to masturbate with so
many people watching.
Rick had no idea why these models turned him on so much. He had never
fancied boys, so he couldn't possibly be gay. Yet, he was enthralled by
these T-girls; they looked like girls, acted like girls, some were
incredibly beautiful, but they had a cock instead of a pussy. Some had
breasts which looked natural, some were flat chested and others had what
looked like balloons on their chest. Some had tiny little cocks, and
some were way bigger than his own. Rick had always been conscious of the
size of his equipment. He hated changing with other boys at school
because he would always get teased; ‘little dickey’ was the nickname he
had been given back then, and his face still burned at the memory.
Because he had been so shy he didn't have much sexual experience other
than a couple of embarrassing fumbles with girls at parties. He was
small and slender and never seemed to put on weight whatever he ate.
Girls told him he was good looking in a pretty kind of way, but they
always preferred the bigger, more masculine guys to go out with.
Rick found himself returning to these web rooms more and more often, to
the extent that they were the only rooms he now visited. There was
something so exotic and seductive about these girls with their
combination of soft femininity and hard masculinity. They made Rick feel
dizzy sometimes as he watched them perform, either by themselves or
together with another model. At one point, Rick thought he had become
obsessional, as this was now the only porn he wanted to watch. He tried
to break himself of his addiction, but as often as he promised himself
he would never go into another TG web room again, his cock would soon
betray him and he would find himself logging in once more, swearing that
it would be just one more time.
Of course, It never would be just one more time, and he began to follow
two or three of the models he found really attractive. Almost every
night now he would log on and spend time in one of the webcam rooms. He
never interacted with any of the models, content to watch as they did
their shows and let his fingers do the dance that led to its inevitable
climax.
One night none of his favourite models were in their rooms, and he had a
look around on a new site. He flicked through a few models and then
stopped abruptly. There was something about one of the models he had
just seen that caught his attention. He flicked back trying to find the
right room, and then he found it. It featured a nice looking model, one
of the kind he liked; small puffy breasts and a good sized cock. She had
a dragon tattooed on her groin with the head just above her cock and its
body snaking down towards her balls. From what Rick could see it was a
real work of art. She was wearing what he guessed was a wig, but it
wasn't so much the model that had caught his attention, but something
else he couldn't quite put his finger on.
It finally occurred to him that it was the room behind the model which
had triggered his reaction. More specifically, he thought, trying to
ignore the model on screen stroking her cock, it was the modern art
prints hanging on the brightly coloured wall. He had seen those before,
but where? He wracked his brain until the next thought hit him like a
punch in the stomach. It was Chris’s room; he was sure of it. He had
only seen the room for a matter of seconds as he stole a peek one day,
but he was sure he was right. The chances that anyone else would have
the same collection of modern art on the same colour walls would surely
be remote.
Rick’s eyes widened as he realised that if this was really Chris's room,
then the model on the screen had to be Chris. No, he thought, it
couldn't be, surely. He stared hard at the screen, but he really
couldn't be sure. Some of her mannerisms were a bit similar to some of
Chris's, but with the wig and makeup the model was wearing, Rick
couldn't tell for certain. Shit, he thought, maybe there is a way to
tell. He plugged in his headphones, picked up his Mac and walked into
the living room. He took the headphones off and, sure enough, he could
hear the music coming from Chris’s room. He put the phones back on and
he could hear the same music playing in the background of the model’s
web room.
Rick was stunned for a moment. My God, he thought, behind that door his
flatmate Chris was naked, wearing makeup, a wig, and stroking his cock
for the whole internet to see. Rick’s pulse started to race, and he felt
a little dizzy. He hurried back to his room and watched the rest of
Chris’s performance, or Kittie, as the model called herself. Even the
name was a giveaway, Rick thought. Kit was short for Christopher, so
Kittie would be an easy choice of name. He shivered as he watched Kittie
stroking her cock on screen, but Rick knew that she was doing it for
real only a few yards away. He found himself stroking his own cock as he
watched Kittie, his excitement building along with Kittie’s, and Rick
somehow managed to cum at the same time as Kittie.
Rick woke the next morning and lay on his back thinking about last
night. Now he knew Chris’s secret, how would he handle things. It
shouldn't change anything he thought, what Chris did in private had
nothing to do with Rick. It was his life, and he was free to live as he
wanted. He decided that he would behave as normal; it would be business
as usual.
To be continued
Rick stifled a yawn. He had just come off a double shift on the IT help
desk at the company where he worked and he was dog tired. It was a
thankless job; he was constantly being yelled at by executives so inept
he wondered how they managed to switch on a kettle. They possessed a
seemingly infinite capacity to screw up their computers, and then blame
it on the equipment, the network, or more frequently, Rick. The help
desk had acronyms for these idiots, such as PEBKAC - Problem Exists
Between Keyboard And Chair, or Rick’s favourite, FBPC - Fuckwit Behind
PC.
To be honest, the work wasn't that taxing most of the time, and on quiet
days and nights he had the opportunity to sharpen his hacking skills on
company time. He wasn't the greatest hacker in the world, but he enjoyed
breaking into websites, especially porn sites. Although he didn't do
that on company time. He would do that in the privacy of his room in the
flat he shared. He had seen what HR did to people who get caught with
porn on their laptops. One guy had sent his boss a screenshot from his
browser of a work-related issue, but with the browser tabs clearly
showing the porn sites he had been browsing.
He arrived back at the flat just after ten to find the living room
empty. He could hear music coming from his flatmate’s room where he
seemed to be spending more and more of his time. Rick had been lucky to
find this place. He had finished his IT skills course and was offered
the help desk job in a suburb of London straight away. He crashed on the
sofa of a college friend for a time while he looked for a place to
share. Competition for flat shares was fierce, and he had seen a lot of
bad flats before he found this one. It was larger and better furnished
than anything he had seen so far and he could just about manage the
rent. With two double bedrooms, a big open plan living room and kitchen
and a shared bathroom, it was a great find.
Rick thought he had got on well with Chris, the leaseholder, when he
came to see the flat, but he was still surprised and delighted when
Chris had called him to tell him he wanted him as his new flatmate.
Rick’s room was big enough; space for a double bed, wardrobe and chest
of drawers as well as his desk with all his computer gear. Chris’s room
had an en-suite shower, so Rick pretty much had the bathroom to himself.
A sneaky peek into Chris’s room when he had gone out one day and
forgotten to lock it revealed that it was bigger than Rick’s room and
decorated in vivid colours with some striking modern art prints on the
walls.
He and Chris had clicked right away. Chris's last flatmate had left in a
hurry, something to do with a late-night visit from the police, and he
had been keen to find someone quickly. Chris was a couple of years
older, small, flamboyant and with a wicked sense of humour. His blond
hair was fashionably shaved at the sides and longer on the top. He
didn't seem to have a girlfriend and Rick had wondered if he might be
gay. It didn't worry Rick if he was; his own elder brother had come out
a year ago and was living with his boyfriend. It had caused a row with
his parents, but Rick had always looked up to his brother, and thought
it was no business of his or anyone else how his brother lived his life.
Rick had always been shy and had found it difficult to meet girls.
Talking to them invariably turned him into a mumbling mess and he had
never even had a steady girlfriend. He was an archetypal nerd; his
favourite TV shows were The Big Bang Theory and the IT Crowd, and he
spent hours in front of his beloved Mac hacking into various websites.
He was an avid game player, spending hours on World of Warcraft. In the
absence of a real sex life, the internet also gave him his sexual
release, and like millions around the world, he was a regular visitor to
porn sites.
Tonight, he made himself a sandwich, then watched a little TV before
heading off to his room and switching on his Mac. Despite the double
shift, he was still buzzed, so played a little WOW, but quickly got
bored with it. Instead, he decided to visit a webcam site before he went
to sleep. It was easy enough to get past the paywalls and once in he
could take his choice from the smorgasbord of sex on offer. Rick had a
wide-ranging taste in what he watched; straight, lesbian, light BDSM,
threesomes, all had passed before his eyes. He was a bit bored with what
was on offer until he came across a T-Girl room. He had never been into
one of these before. He knew what T-Girls were, but he had never had
much interest in them. Jaded with everything else tonight he thought he
would see what it was about, so he clicked into one of the rooms.
At first Rick thought he had made a mistake. He saw on the screen what
looked like a pretty girl with small breasts who was twerking at the
camera. He was about to move on when she stood up, turned around and
pushed down her panties to reveal a semi erect cock sticking out from
her groin. Rick was taken aback, but found it impossible to take his
eyes off her. She began to stroke her cock which was becoming harder and
harder as she stroked it and he watched with a growing fascination. His
pulse began to race, and he started to feel a little as he watched, and
was forced to adjust his cock as it was getting tight in his trousers.
He was riveted to what he was watching, but he had no idea why he was
reacting in this way. The girl on the screen looked so feminine, but she
had a large cock which was now very erect. She was stroking and rolling
her fingers around it and as Rick sat, totally entranced, she closed her
eyes, leant back, and a moan escaped through her lips as her cock
twitched and strings of cum splashed onto her belly. Rick was rooted to
the spot as he watched her relax, put her finger into one of the pools
of cum and with her eyes fixed on the camera, sucked it into her mouth.
Fuck, he said to himself and shutdown the Mac as fast as he could.
Flustered by his reaction to the scene, he couldn't understand why he
felt the way he did, and it got worse when he realised his cock was
painfully hard in his trousers. He wiped his forehead and thought it
must be because he was tired. A good night's sleep is what he needed, he
told himself. The trouble was he couldn't fall asleep; all he could
think of was the moment when the girl had pulled her cock out of her
panties. The scene kept playing in his mind and when he did eventually
fall asleep, all he dreamt of was the girl smiling and offering him her
finger to suck. He woke as he often did with an erection; morning wood
as his mates at school had called it. It normally went away after a few
moments, but today he was as hard as he could ever remember.
Almost without knowing it his fingers slipped down to his cock, and he
began to stroke himself, slowly at first, his fingers sliding over his
taut skin, and then faster and harder until his fist was pumping his
cock. He gasped as he felt his climax approaching, and with a grunt he
came, semen spurting over his fingers. Shit, he thought, I’ll have to
clean up now. It was at that precise moment he remembered the girl from
last night and the way she had sucked her cum from her fingers. He
thought, no I can't, but inexorably, and almost against his conscious
will he brought his fingers to his mouth and he licked them with his
tongue. He pulled a face as the salty taste on his tongue, but he didn't
find it distasteful. Oh well, he thought, at least I know what it tastes
like now.
He ran into the bathroom and stood under the hot shower as if trying to
wash away the taste. He was due for a day off, but his supervisor called
to ask if he could come in as one of the other guys had called in sick,
and they were shorthanded. He offered Rick double time if he did come
in. Rick said yes straight away. After all, he didn't have anything else
to do, and the money would come in handy. It turned out to be a frantic
day and Rick offered to do a couple of extra hours as well for the extra
money. He arrived home late to find Chris in the kitchen cooking some
pasta which smelt delicious to Rick, who hadn't eaten since breakfast.
Chris offered to share the pasta which Rick gratefully accepted. They
opened a bottle of wine and ate sitting on the sofa watching TV. Maybe
because he was so tired, the wine went straight to Rick’s head. He
looked across at Chris, who was watching the TV with his legs drawn up
beneath him, and it struck him how feminine Chris looked at that moment.
Rick had thought that Chris seemed a little effeminate from time to
time, but he had never seen it as clearly as tonight. Chris caught him
looking and said, ‘What? Have I got a spot?’
Rick laughed, ‘No, it's nothing, you remind me of someone, I just can't
think who.’
‘Make it someone nice, please. Lie if you have to.’
‘Dunno,’ said Rick, ‘It isn't important.’
‘You can't leave it like that. You've started so you have to finish. I
know, let me help. Someone famous? Oh, I know, Bradley Cooper?’
Rick snorted, Chris was the polar opposite to him.
‘Alright, no need to be spiteful.’ Chris grinned, ‘So it's not Tom
Hiddleston either?’
Rick shook his head. ‘No, it’s not important.’
Chris laughed, ‘Come on who is he?’
Something in Rick’s face must have given him away, because Chris
suddenly burst out, ‘It's not a man at all, is it? You're thinking of a
woman. You bastard, tell me.’ He was laughing and Rick joined in.
‘Well not look like physically exactly, more remind me of.’
‘Who? Who? If you don't tell me I will hit you with this cushion.’
‘OK. OK, sitting there with your legs up like that you remind me of
Keira Knightley.’
He looked oddly at Rick, then laughed and said, ‘You’ll have to do
better than that. Keira in Pirates of the Caribbean? or Keira in the
Imitation Game?’
‘I didn't mean you look like her, you fool, just that you remind me of
her.’
Chris hit Rick with the cushion, anyway.
‘I'm off to bed, as a penance can you put the stuff away in the
dishwasher?’
Chris disappeared off to his room and Rick stayed put for a moment
longer hoping he hadn't upset Chris. As Rick stacked the dishes, he
heard music start to play in Chris’s room. After switching on the Mac,
he changed into the shorts he wore to bed and sat down to do some
hacking. He soon got bored and switched over to one of his favourite
porn sites. He hesitated about what to watch, but he found himself drawn
into one of the TG rooms. He soon found a model who looked sexy and
before long his cock was hardening in his shorts and his hand found its
way there. This model was soon joined by another equally pretty model
and together they put on a show that had Rick squirming in his chair. He
came pretty much at the same time as one of them on screen and Rick for
a fleeting moment wondered what it must be like to masturbate with so
many people watching.
Rick had no idea why these models turned him on so much. He had never
fancied boys, so he couldn't possibly be gay. Yet, he was enthralled by
these T-girls; they looked like girls, acted like girls, some were
incredibly beautiful, but they had a cock instead of a pussy. Some had
breasts which looked natural, some were flat chested and others had what
looked like balloons on their chest. Some had tiny little cocks, and
some were way bigger than his own. Rick had always been conscious of the
size of his equipment. He hated changing with other boys at school
because he would always get teased; ‘little dickey’ was the nickname he
had been given back then, and his face still burned at the memory.
Because he had been so shy he didn't have much sexual experience other
than a couple of embarrassing fumbles with girls at parties. He was
small and slender and never seemed to put on weight whatever he ate.
Girls told him he was good looking in a pretty kind of way, but they
always preferred the bigger, more masculine guys to go out with.
Rick found himself returning to these web rooms more and more often, to
the extent that they were the only rooms he now visited. There was
something so exotic and seductive about these girls with their
combination of soft femininity and hard masculinity. They made Rick feel
dizzy sometimes as he watched them perform, either by themselves or
together with another model. At one point, Rick thought he had become
obsessional, as this was now the only porn he wanted to watch. He tried
to break himself of his addiction, but as often as he promised himself
he would never go into another TG web room again, his cock would soon
betray him and he would find himself logging in once more, swearing that
it would be just one more time.
Of course, It never would be just one more time, and he began to follow
two or three of the models he found really attractive. Almost every
night now he would log on and spend time in one of the webcam rooms. He
never interacted with any of the models, content to watch as they did
their shows and let his fingers do the dance that led to its inevitable
climax.
One night none of his favourite models were in their rooms, and he had a
look around on a new site. He flicked through a few models and then
stopped abruptly. There was something about one of the models he had
just seen that caught his attention. He flicked back trying to find the
right room, and then he found it. It featured a nice looking model, one
of the kind he liked; small puffy breasts and a good sized cock. She had
a dragon tattooed on her groin with the head just above her cock and its
body snaking down towards her balls. From what Rick could see it was a
real work of art. She was wearing what he guessed was a wig, but it
wasn't so much the model that had caught his attention, but something
else he couldn't quite put his finger on.
It finally occurred to him that it was the room behind the model which
had triggered his reaction. More specifically, he thought, trying to
ignore the model on screen stroking her cock, it was the modern art
prints hanging on the brightly coloured wall. He had seen those before,
but where? He wracked his brain until the next thought hit him like a
punch in the stomach. It was Chris’s room; he was sure of it. He had
only seen the room for a matter of seconds as he stole a peek one day,
but he was sure he was right. The chances that anyone else would have
the same collection of modern art on the same colour walls would surely
be remote.
Rick’s eyes widened as he realised that if this was really Chris's room,
then the model on the screen had to be Chris. No, he thought, it
couldn't be, surely. He stared hard at the screen, but he really
couldn't be sure. Some of her mannerisms were a bit similar to some of
Chris's, but with the wig and makeup the model was wearing, Rick
couldn't tell for certain. Shit, he thought, maybe there is a way to
tell. He plugged in his headphones, picked up his Mac and walked into
the living room. He took the headphones off and, sure enough, he could
hear the music coming from Chris’s room. He put the phones back on and
he could hear the same music playing in the background of the model’s
web room.
Rick was stunned for a moment. My God, he thought, behind that door his
flatmate Chris was naked, wearing makeup, a wig, and stroking his cock
for the whole internet to see. Rick’s pulse started to race, and he felt
a little dizzy. He hurried back to his room and watched the rest of
Chris’s performance, or Kittie, as the model called herself. Even the
name was a giveaway, Rick thought. Kit was short for Christopher, so
Kittie would be an easy choice of name. He shivered as he watched Kittie
stroking her cock on screen, but Rick knew that she was doing it for
real only a few yards away. He found himself stroking his own cock as he
watched Kittie, his excitement building along with Kittie’s, and Rick
somehow managed to cum at the same time as Kittie.
Rick woke the next morning and lay on his back thinking about last
night. Now he knew Chris’s secret, how would he handle things. It
shouldn't change anything he thought, what Chris did in private had
nothing to do with Rick. It was his life, and he was free to live as he
wanted. He decided that he would behave as normal; it would be business
as usual.
To be continued
9年前
