Charlie wasn’t sure how he wasn’t passing out. The nausea was intense in his gut. His head was spinning and it wouldn’t stop. “Can you what?” he managed to say, even though he’d heard the question perfectly fine.
He was frozen as she carefully climbed up onto the bed with him. She looked into his eyes and then she looked down at the thin piece of stretchy fabric covering his cock. She smelled nice, and Charlie could feel the warmth radiating off of her body. He had the urge to put his hands on her sides, but he fought that urge away. She was still his roommate, and she was still the girl who walked in on him while he was entertaining an audience in drag.
CHAPTER IX
She put her hands on his sides, and then she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Her lips were soft and the temptation to kiss back was strong—but he fought that temptation away. He didn’t know what he was supposed to be doing. He didn’t even know what she was doing. He couldn’t wrap his head around why she wasn’t screaming at him, throwing him out of her room, and calling the police for rummaging through her things and putting on her clothes. Surely that’s a crime, right?
She sunk down slowly, kissing his neck and then his chest, and then his sternum, and then his abdomen. He looked down as hotness burned in his cheeks. She was working her way down to his cock. But why? Did she like him or was it just for the performance? Surely she didn’t like him. Surely if she liked him, she would have said something in the long time they’d lived together.
“A—Are you sure about this?” he asked. She looked up with her big, shining eyes. She smiled and then she looked back down at her target: that bulge between his legs. It didn’t take much effort for her to slip his cock out from the tiny garment. She wrapped her fingers around it and then she began to massage. It felt good, but that just made Charlie more overwhelmed and confused. Was he allowed to like it? If he allowed himself to like it, would it be weird sharing an apartment with her afterwards?
She ducked down lower. A moment later, he felt the warm, wet embrace of her mouth as she took his cock inside. He felt her tongue wrap around his girth and then he felt her lips press down against his shaft. It was the perfect amount of pressure: not too hard, not too soft. She started bobbing her head, and then Charlie realized he was rock-hard. She knew how to suck a dick.
His eyes drifted up to his computer screen, and he saw a weird sight that he still wasn’t used to: an image of himself, dressed up as a slutty girl. The sight was made even weirder with Susie down on her hands and knees, sucking his erect cock. She was far prettier than any girl he’d ever been with before.
He reached down and slipped his fingers into her hair. Her hair was soft. She seemed to react to his touch, bobbing her head down further, sucking just a little bit harder. It felt good—too good. He was worried he was going to come at any moment. Usually that was what he wanted: get the private shows over with quickly. But now, he didn’t want Susie to think that he was some lousy premature ejaculator. He wanted her to think he was more manly than that, even though he was dolled up in her makeup, wig, and lingerie.
The computer dinged. Susie didn’t stop sucking, but Charlie could see the new message from the customer. “How much do I have to pay to have MissyBunny69 put on a strap-on so she can fuck you in the ass?”
Charlie’s heart skipped a beat. He’d played with dildos over the past week—even getting two in his ass at once—but the thought of being pegged by his roommate was terrifying. He was already humiliated. He wasn’t sure how much more humiliation he could handle.
“What is it?” Susie asked, looking up. She had his throbbing tip on her chin.
He wasn’t able to reply, so she went ahead and looked back at the computer screen. Then she looked at Charlie with a big smile. He felt the colour drain from his face as she stood up and pranced over to her nightstand. She threw open the drawer and pulled out a big purple strap-on. She wiggled it in the air. “This will be fun,” she said, and then she started getting it fastened around her waist. “Go ahead. Get on your hands and knees—face towards the camera.”
Charlie turned and looked at the camera. He could see himself on his computer screen in the corner of his vision. He was slow to get on his hands and knees. At least there was only one person watching—two if you include Susie. Though it was Susie’s judgement that he was terrified of. He would have taken ten thousand strangers on the Internet over Susie if he’d had the choice. But now he had no choice. She was in control, though he wasn’t sure why. There was no reason he couldn’t just say ‘no’ and walk out from that room. Sure, he was wearing her clothes and her makeup and her wig, but it was all stuff that was left in the apartment that he owned, was it not? That room technically belonged to him, didn’t it?
Still, he found himself on his hands and knees, with Susie creeping up behind him. He felt her pull his bottoms aside, and then he felt that dull plastic tip press up between his cheeks. He still had his erection and it was still throbbing harder than ever.
Susie giggled. “Looks like you’ve done this before,” she said as she spread his cheeks wide. He felt his face turn a dark shade of red. His heart stuttered. Just that morning, he did a private show for a man who wanted to see how wide his asshole could gape. He simply hadn’t had the time to recover.
“I did a show earlier,” he said, his voice awkwardly cracking.
She slapped him on the ass. “I’m just screwing with you,” she said. And then she started to push her cock forward, pushing it into his asshole. It went in with relative ease. Susie pushed it in completely, and then she took a deep breath in. Charlie could hear a buzzing sound. Was her harness vibrating? He looked back and saw that her head was tilted back slightly and her eyes were closed. She gently bit her bottom lip and then she opened her eyes. She looked into Charlie’s eyes with a smile. Charlie returned the smile, feeling a strange calmness in the room, even though there was a big cock currently in his asshole.
Then she started to thrust. He could feel all of the fake veins and ridges of the fake cock sliding back and forth. It felt nice in a weird way. But he didn’t want to give in. He didn’t want Susie to know just how much of a sissy he was—even though he was starting to think that he was a complete sissy who belonged in skimpy costumes, jerking himself off on camera.
“Do you like that?” she asked. And then the hum of the vibrator loudened and she let a moan slip out from her lips. Her pelvis was pounding against Charlie’s ass.
“Yeah,” he said, straining to hold back his own moaning. He didn’t want her to hear him moaning—it would be too embarrassing. He bit down hard on his tongue. And then she started to pound his ass harder. Her pelvis slapped loudly against his soft tush. That fake cock was now pressing directly against his prostate, making his legs tremble—and making it very hard not to scream out in ecstasy.
He scrunched two handfuls of bed sheets. He held them tight, until his knuckles started to turn white. And then he just couldn’t hold back any longer. He had to give in. He had to enjoy the moment, because it was one of the most pleasurable moments of his life. He screamed out, and then he started to moan. He even felt a drop of drool running down his cheek.
Susie dug her nails into his skin. She gripped hard and came down harder. She was trying to control her breathing, but the euphoria was making it difficult. “Oh God, I’m coming,” she said. Charlie thought she was just playing it up for the camera, and then he felt the warm wetness dribbling down his backside. He looked back and saw that she was squirting through her strap-on harness, making her legs and bed wet, as well as his bum and lower half. “Oh fuck,” she groaned as her whole body began to tremble and shake.
“I think I’m going to come,” Charlie said. He was straining to hold the pleasure back. But he knew he couldn’t hold on forever.
“Im my mouth—remember?” she said. That cock was suddenly pulled out from his ass. Susie rolled over and opened her mouth wide. Charlie had to hurry, holding back his orgasm by clenching his fist around his cock. He
planted his knees down on either side of his roommate and then he pointed his tip down, just as he began to unload. Many blasts went straight into her perfect mouth, and many others splashed against her face, making a big, warm mess. She smiled the whole time, as if she liked it—and maybe she did like it.
Charlie was a bit embarrassed by how much cum he managed to expel on her face—almost enough to fill half a pint glass by the looks of it. Then he looked up and remembered that he was still on camera. He quickly tucked his cock away and sprung up to his feet. He waved goodbye to his private show, and then he waved goodbye to the hundreds of fans waiting for the private show to end. “I’ll be back on tomorrow,” he said before cutting the feed. It wasn’t his most profitable show, but he still made twice as much as he would have made had he spent eight hours at his previous job.
He turned to Susie, who was now wiping the cum off of her face. “I’m really so sorry,” he said.
“Sorry for what?” she said.
“For coming into your room and using your stuff. I have my own stuff—and more on the way,” he said. “I even have my own set up in my room. I just though I would do a sort of homage. I know I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy, and I know that it—”
She started laughing, cutting him off. “It’s fine, Charlie. You look good. And I’m really flattered. You got my look spot on.”
Charlie felt himself blushing. “You really aren’t mad?”
“Not at all,” she said. “But I do have a favour to ask of you.”
“Of course. Anything. What is it?”
“Tomorrow at 9:00 AM, I’m going to fuck you on my live stream. I usually get about fourteen thousand live viewers, and then it will probably get a few hundred thousand views later as well. You don’t mind, do you?”
Charlie’s heart fluttered with a strange sense of excitement. She didn’t seem to think that his newfound career path was weird. And how could she think it was weird? She knew how much money could be made. She knew how miserable Charlie was at his previous job, always asking her for rent early so that he could pay off the mortgage.
“We go live at exactly 9:00 AM, so be ready,” she said before slipping into the bathroom to take a shower. Then she poked her head out. “Oh, and now that you’re one of us, maybe we can look into getting a bigger apartment—something with a nice view and lots of space for different sets. Think about it.” She slipped back into the bathroom, leaving Charlie with an excitement tingling in his heart. This was the start of something big.
THE END
SISSY TRIAL
Seth has always suffered from an annoying case of tinnitus, so he’s excited when he’s chosen to test a new drug. He’s even more excited when the drug actually works. For the first time in his life, he can hear the world the way it was meant to be heard.
But there’s a catch. It’s a brand new drug and the pharmaceutical representative won’t tell Seth what the side effects are. He’ll have to discover those on his own, and then he’ll have to decide if it’s still worth being free of tinnitus.
The first side effect Seth notices is the strangest interest in women’s shoes.
CHAPTER I
Tinnitus is one hell of a condition. Everyone gets it occasionally—that ringing in your ears, usually after you hear a loud sound or get a whack on the back of the head. Some people get it a lot: whenever they sit up too fast, whenever they look into bright lights. My tinnitus hadn’t relented in over five years, and it never got easier.
You’d think that the ringing would eventually subside, or maybe I would just get so used to hearing it that I would stop noticing it. But that wasn’t the case—I never stopped noticing it. My ears were constantly ringing as if I was constantly walking out of a Who concert, where I had front row tickets. Strangely enough, going to loud concerts or listening to loud music was the only thing that helped. But the music had to be super loud—loud enough to drown out that horrible ringing. My doctors all told me that this was a bad idea, that I was just going to make the tinnitus worse, but I needed the relief occasionally. The tinnitus was already starting to drive me mad.
I was kicked out of my apartment for having too many noise complaints. It wasn’t fair though. Sometimes when I was watching TV, I would unconsciously find myself turning up the volume, trying to drown out that ringing one little volume notch at a time. Sometimes I would forget that I had headphones blasting music into my ears while I was watching TV or talking to friends on the phone. I felt bad for my neighbours, but they didn’t have it nearly as bad as me—believe me.
I was only in my new apartment for a week when one of my neighbours came to my door and said, “Seth, if you don’t turn down that fucking music, I’m going to beat your head into the wall.” Sometimes headphones didn’t help. Sometimes the music had to be played through speakers, because the headphones would just trap that ringing inside of my ear, amplifying it the way gunshots are amplified in closed gun ranges. But neighbours never cared for my excuses, and I suppose I can’t blame them. Maybe hearing loud music constantly is just as bad as hearing a high-pitched ringing constantly.
I was ecstatic when a man came to my door one afternoon with a box of drugs and a form for me to sign. “Your doctor gave me your information. I work for Glosser Pharmaceuticals, and we need patients to test this new tinnitus drug.” I signed that form as quickly as I could, even though he mentioned there could be a small risk of heart failure and liver deterioration. “And by small chance, I mean about five percent.” He made a big smile, but I still signed that form and took the drugs. They were free, but more importantly, they gave me hope. I took my first dosage less than five minutes after the man was gone.
And then I sat there waiting for the ringing in my ears to stop. The ringing didn’t stop that day, but the information sheet said it could take up to a month. I had to take six pills a day. I even had to set an alarm in the middle of the night to take one of my dosages. And then, with my annoying tinnitus, it was always hard to fall back asleep—but it was worth the hope.
But at the end of the month, I had no results. Though I did have a new involuntary twitch in my left arm, an occasional headache at the back of my skull, and a nausea that seemed to randomly move from my gut to my throat and then back down again. The drug trial man came back to my door at the end of the month to document the side effects. He was disappointed to hear that the drug wasn’t working. “Take it for another two weeks. If it still does nothing, we’ll get you to stop the trial, and then maybe we’ll try something different.” So I finished out the trial, suffering through the headaches and the nausea and the occasional twitch. But the drug did nothing.
It was the day before Christmas Eve when the man came back with a new box and a new form to sign. This time, the possible side effects included suicidal thoughts, unexpected vomiting, and sudden death. “Sudden death, as in my heart might just stop?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders. “We don’t really know yet,” he said. “But it’s just a small chance.” He forced that same big smile. I still signed the form and took the drugs, though I had a bad feeling that I’d just signed up to be an autopsy cadaver, so they could figure out why their new drug was suddenly killing people. I took my first dose that night, and then I had the strangest dreams of my life. In one dream, I was a dinosaur. A bunch of hunters caught me and then they cooked and ate me alive. I was still alive when they fed my bones to their dogs. I can’t say that I’d ever had a stranger dream. The strangest part of the dream was probably the fact that I woke up with an erection.
My tinnitus didn’t go away. In fact, it got worse after just a few days. When I told my drug trial representative, he said, “Oh yeah, that’s one of the side effects.” So after another two weeks of torture, I stopped taking the drug.
“What’s next?” I asked. And then he looked at me with an unfortunate look.
“That’s all we’ve got for tinnitus for now. But maybe you’d be interested in trying out one of our other drugs. We could pay you
a bit of money to do it.” And there was that smile again.
He didn’t tell me what the drug was for that he was giving me. He just told me to keep a careful journal of all of the symptoms that developed. I had no idea why I was taking the strange drug. He didn’t even tell me what it was made for. It could have been a cancer drug or maybe an HIV drug, or maybe even a drug for the common cold. I had dreams about spiders every single night that I was on that experimental trial. Though the spider dreams weren’t as bad as the occasional erectile dysfunction.
I picked a girl up at a bar on a Friday night and brought her back to my place. We kissed for a while before landing on my bed. Then she got my pants off and she started sucking my cock. It was only two minutes before she started getting frustrated. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Am I not pretty?” she said.
“What? No—you’re beautiful. Why would you say that?” I asked.
She looked down at my cock. It was limp, though it felt hard. I reached down and lifted it up. My heart skipped a beat. “It’s just this drug trial I’m on. It still works. It’s just… not getting hard today.” I tried to stroke it in a number of different ways, but it just wouldn’t get up. “I swear it still works.”
She tried sucking it again, using lots of pressure with her lips and tongue. She even tried massaging my tip between her teeth. It felt good, and I could feel that orgasm building up, but it just wouldn’t get hard.
Then, she found herself looking around the room. “I’ll be right back,” she said, springing up and running towards my kitchen. She came back with a cucumber from my fridge, still sealed in its tight plastic wrap. She handed it to me. “Fuck me with this,” she said. At least she was still willing to have some fun. At least she wasn’t storming out of my apartment with anger and sexual frustration.
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