Date: Wed, 16 May 2018 14:09:30 +0000
From: Nikkie Silk <nikkie.silk@outlook.com>
Subject: You're My Bitch Now  Part 9  TV

You're My Bitch Now
Nikkie Silk


Part 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 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 thought 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 same 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.

Except, that's not how life works. Rick walked into the kitchen where Chris
was eating breakfast.

Chris said, "Hi, Rick, sleep well? No bad dreams I hope?"

Rick nearly choked as he remembered the dream he had about Kittie last
night, and as he looked at Chris, all he could see was Kittie stroking her
cock.

"You alright?" Chris said as he munched a piece of toast. "You look a bit
pale, are you coming down with something?"

"No, no, I'm fine," mumbled Rick.

It was Saturday, and both of them had the day off. Chris looked up and
said, "Fancy doing something together today?"

Rick groaned, images of Kittie flooded through his mind.

"Sure you're feeling alright, Rick?" Chris came across and put his hand on
Rick's shoulder, the same hand that last night had been wrapped around
Kittie's cock.

"I'm fine," croaked Rick. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, one of my friends blew me off, so I've got a spare ticket for the
football this afternoon." Chris had to stop as Rick had dissolved into a
coughing fit. Rick told himself he had to control himself, Chris mustn't
find out what he knew.

Finally, Rick pulled himself together, and they went to the football
together. Chris was more extrovert than Rick, but he always went out of his
way to include him in things and Rick was grateful for that. After the
match, which had been very dull, they dropped into a pub on the way
home. It was already busy; groups of lads were getting loud and would get
louder in proportion to the amount of beer they would drink. Chris pushed
his way to the bar and bought a couple of pints. It was just about possible
to have a conversation without shouting, and they talked about the game and
how bad it had been. Rick began to notice how Chris used his hands a lot
and how tactile he was. He would touch Rick's arm or shoulder when they
were talking, and although Rick assumed that Chris had always done this,
with what he now knew, every gesture assumed a new significance.

As Rick went back to get them a second pint, there was a roar from the
corner and music blared from the pub's speakers. Someone tapped on a
microphone to get their attention, "Can you hear me?" he shouted, which was
greeted with jeers and shouts to get on with it. "Alright you drunkards,
settle down and welcome to the Sun in Hand tonight and without further ado
let me introduce tonight's act. Back by popular demand, well at least I
like them, put your hands together for the Dolly Sisters."

People whistled and cheered as the music was turned up and onto the stage
at the end of the pub strutted two large and very flamboyant drag
queens. Rick managed to get back to Chris as their show began with the
Dolly Sisters lip syncing to Madonna's Like A Virgin. It was comically
terrible; the lip syncing was way off and their dancing was awful. No one
in the pub seemed to care much and when they got to the line "kissed for
the very first time" everyone in the pub joined in.

Rick looked at Chris who was laughing along with everyone else, but he
thought he caught a glint in Chris's eye as he watched the drag queens
perform. They managed to butcher Christina Aguilera's Dirty, before a
medley of Barbra Streisand songs and finishing with Rihanna's Only
Girl. The pub was rocking by this time, and everyone including Chris and
Rick were belting out the words. The Dolly Sisters finished their set with
everyone cheering, stamping or whistling. They came down into the crowd to
meet and talk to the crowd, looking to pick up any tips they could. It was
a good-natured, happy crowd, and they were being generous in spite of, or
maybe because of the performance. Rick was talking to Chris with his back
to the pub when he saw Chris grin at something over his shoulder. Rick
turned around to find the Dolly Sisters right behind him.

"Why aye lads, did ye enjoy the show like?" said one in a strong Geordie
accent. She stood a good head higher than Rick, but she was also wearing
enormous heels. She wore heavy drag queen makeup topped with a huge blonde
wig. The other queen wore an Amy Winehouse beehive wig, and probably even
more makeup than her sister. Chris took the blonde's hand and said, "I
loved it, you were great. That was the most fun I've had outside of bed for
a long time."

They all laughed at Chris's joke and the Dolly Sister with the Amy wig
grabbed Rick, pulled him into her ample breasts and growled, "Ah wouldn't
mind sharing yer bed, pet." Rick went bright red and tried to pull
away. The two queens and Chris were all laughing as Rick finally
disentangled himself. "Nah offence, lads, like." The blonde one said, "Jus
funnin 'yer, bonny lad."

Chris said, "None taken," and put a fiver for a tip in the pint glass they
were carrying. As the two queens turned to go, Rick saw the blonde one had
a tattoo of a dragon on her back. Rick said without thinking, "That's a bit
like yours, Chris."

Shit, thought Rick, I shouldn't have said that. I hope he didn't hear
me. Rick turned around, but Chris was looking the other way. Chris didn't
say anything and Rick heaved a sigh of relief. They stayed for another pint
then made their way back to the flat.

Neither of them wanted to cook by the time they got back, so they ordered
pizza and ate on the sofa idly watching TV. Rick was disconcerted to feel
Chris's eyes on him all the time.

"What's the matter, why are you staring at me?"

"I'm trying to work something out," said Chris, finishing a slice of pizza.

"OK what? Something about me?"

"Sort of. I'm trying to work out how you know I have a dragon tattoo."

Rick's stomach fell as he realised what a mistake he had made back in the
pub.

"You must have told me you had one."

Chris shook his head. "No, I didn't. I don't tell anyone about it."

"I'm sure you mentioned it to me one day."

"Uh-uh, I know I didn't. The only way you could know about it is if you've
seen it. That means either you've been spying on me through the keyhole of
my room, which is unlikely. or you've seen it some other way." Chris's eyes
opened wide as it hit him. "Shit, there's only one place you could have
seen it, you've been watching me online, that's how you know."

Rick felt his face go scarlet and had to look away.

"You have, you've seen me online. Rick, your face gives it away. Tell me
I'm right."

Rick felt as if he was going to throw up. He nodded, "I'm so sorry. I'm
sorry. It was an accident."

"An accident?" said Chris, "I'm not stupid, Rick. You can't find my web
room by accident. Did someone tell you? Who was it? Who knows about me?"

"No, no-one told me, I was looking at some porn and I found your room. I
didn't recognise you at first, it was the room I recognised."

"My fucking room? When did you see my room?" Chris almost exploded and Rick
knew he was in trouble now. He decided the only thing to do was to confess
everything. Chris would probably throw him out but lying would only get him
in deeper trouble.

"I'm sorry, about three months ago, you went out and left your door
slightly open, I went across to close it for you and I just peeked
inside. I didn't go in, honestly. I saw your prints on the wall. That's how
I recognised the room on your web cam."

Chris said nothing, so Rick blundered on. "Even then I wasn't sure, so I
came out here with my laptop and you were playing the same music as the
webcam. That's how I knew it was you. I haven't told anyone, if that's what
you're worried about, I never would. If you want me to go, can you please
give me some time to find a new place?"

Chris let Rick stew for a moment. "Calm down Rick, please. So, you stayed
watching long enough to see my tattoo?"

Rick nodded, he felt as low as a man could ever be.

"Did you like what you saw?"

The question caught Rick completely off guard. "What?"

"I said, did you like what you saw on my webcam?"

Rick looked desperately at Chris. What the hell should he say? He somehow
realised that a lot might ride on his answer.

He nodded, turning bright pink in the process.

"No. Rick, I want you to tell me." Chris would not let him off the hook.

Rick swallowed and spoke softly, not looking at Chris. "Yes, I did enjoy
it, there, is that it? Do you want me to leave?"

Chris moved across to Rick and put his finger under Rick's chin and lifted
his face so that he had to look at Chris.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me."

Rick looked into Chris's eyes and whispered, "Yes, I enjoyed what I saw, I
thought you were beautiful. Is that enough for you? I'll leave as soon as I
can find another flat. Don't worry, I won't say anything."

Chris had always suspected that Rick was submissive by nature. When he had
come to look at the flat Chris had thought that he was too eager to please
and went along with everything that Chris suggested. That suited Chris
fine, he didn't want some alpha male sharing the flat and throwing his
weight around. He was also, Chris thought, quite pretty to look at. Not
feminine exactly, more androgynous. He liked the way Rick wore his hair
long, which framed his narrow features nicely. To Chris he had been the
perfect candidate for the flat. He had not hesitated in offering Rick the
room and was delighted when he accepted. Everything had been great up to
now. Chris had an idea this little incident might even make it better.

Chris looked at Rick and said, "OK, I'm busted, but I guess so are
you. Still, I don't think it makes us even, but I can live with that. No, I
don't want you to leave, Rick. I like you as a flatmate and I think you've
been honest with me. But there's one condition I need your word on."

Rick was prepared to agree to anything right now. He nodded. "What is it?"

"That you don't breathe a word of this to anyone."

"Yes, I mean no, I won't tell anyone. I wouldn't." Rick was so eager to
please that Chris had to stop himself smiling. Chris fetched them a beer
each as Rick sat there waiting for his heart rate to come back to
normal. As they drank their beers, Chris asked, "So, do you watch a lot of
T-girl porn, Rick?"

Rick squirmed, but he had confessed so much already so he said, "I don't
know what you mean by a lot, but I watch some, that's how I saw you."

An idea began to form in Chris's mind and he smiled to himself as he
wondered how far he could take it. He laid his hand on Rick's arm and said,
"It's weird to think of you watching me on your laptop from a few feet
away."

"I won't watch you again, I promise." Rick was desperate to placate Chris.

"Oh, I don't mind you watching me, but it would be way too gross to think
of you doing it in the next room while you're wanking. You do wank while
you're watching me, don't you?" Rick was scarlet again by this time. Chris
grinned and went on, "Tell you what, why don't you come and watch close
up?"

Rick must have looked confused because Chris laughed out loud, "I mean
tonight, come into my room and watch from there. It will be much more fun."

Rick spluttered, "No, I couldn't, it wouldn't be right." But his cock was
already telling him a different story.

"Come on." Chris grasped Rick's arm a little tighter. "I promise you it
will be much more enjoyable to watch me in the flesh." Rick shivered at
Chris's final word. To Rick's astonishment Chris reached out with his
fingers and stroked his face. "Come on, Rikkie, I think you really want to,
don't you?"

Rick froze, his resistance had crumbled away to nothing, and he found
himself nodding his acceptance. Chris smiled. "OK, Rikkie, let me get set
up first. Come to my room in half an hour." He stood up, stroked Rick's
face one more time and just before he disappeared into his room, he turned
and said, "Oh, and Rikkie, wear something comfortable."

Rick sat there, stunned at what had just happened. One thing he knew for
certain, he couldn't possibly go and watch Chris, or could he?

Part Two



Rick dragged himself off to his room and sat on the floor with his back
against the bed and his arms wrapped around his knees. He felt so confused
he almost couldn't function properly. He knew that one part of him wanted
to go, and another was terrified about what might happen. He was frightened
by the strength of his own feelings, and the fear of embarrassment, or even
worse, humiliation, was never far away from him. He looked at his watch, 25
minutes had passed and he needed to make a decision.

Desire overcame fear, as it always does, and Rick felt his pulse racing as
he stood up. Chris had said something about wearing something
comfortable. What did that mean? Rick looked around desperately before
grabbing his sleep shorts and a t-shirt. He changed as fast as he could,
nearly falling over in his haste. He took a deep breath and opened his
bedroom door and walked over to Chris's room. He knocked softly on the
door, half hoping Chris wouldn't hear him. The door opened and Rick sucked
in his breath as Chris stood there wearing only a babydoll nightie and a
pair of panties. A shoulder-length blonde wig framed his perfectly made-up
face; dark eyeshadow, mascara on his eyelashes, blusher, and pink
lipstick. Rick thought he looked beautiful.

"Hello Rikkie baby," said Chris, with a lightness in his voice which made
him sound distinctly feminine. "Don't stand there gawping, come in." Chris
leant forward and kissed Rick on the cheek, making him blush like a red
traffic light. He took Rikkie's hand and pulled him inside the room.

"You're shaking, Rikkie. Don't be nervous, I promise you nothing bad is
going to happen. You might even enjoy it." He giggled as he said this,
making him sound even more like a girl to Rick.

"Sit over there on the chair where you can see everything." Chris pointed
to a chair and Rick sat down, still dazed by what was going on.

"A few rules first Rikkie, the emergency doors are here, here and here."
Chris acted out the gestures a stewardess would make for the safety
briefing on a plane. That is, Rick thought, if they all wore tiny babydoll
nighties which kept riding up to show their panties. He laughed and Chris
said, "That's better. Now, in here my name is Kittie. Oh, but you know that
already, don't you?" He grinned and blew a kiss at Rick, who went red
again. "You can watch, but no noise, my clients want to think I am here
just for them." Kittie smiled and added, "You can do what you want as well,
but don't make a sound doing it." He winked at Rick, who was squirming in
his seat.

Rick looked around and it was a pretty simple setup. Facing Chris's bed was
a table with a laptop and a web camera. There were a couple of floor lamps
to give some lighting and that was it. Chris would be able to watch himself
on the laptop from his bed and to see the messages coming in from the
clients. Rick was positioned behind and to one side of the camera, so he
was looking at a scene familiar to him from his laptop screen, but this
time he was in the same room and it would all be live. Chris lay on the bed
and he winked at Rick as his show went live.

Rick tried to sit as still as he could as Chris began to interact with the
clients who were messaging him with their requests. Rick had seen Chris and
many other models on webcams but he was transfixed by what was happening a
few feet away from him. The screen was a barrier, making everything distant
and impersonal. This was happening up close and personal, in front of his
eyes, and within touching distance. Chris was teasing the clients, trying
to get them to buy more tokens before he would agree to their requests. He
took his time taking off his nightdress, giving them a show that would
encourage them to spend more. He left his panties for a while before they
too were removed and tossed away.

Chris could see Rick sitting in the chair just to the side of the screen
and he found it exciting to have someone to perform for. The clients on the
other side of the screen were anonymous, and he had to imagine what they
looked like. With Rick in the room. It was more direct, more alive, and he
found it turned him on so much to have him there watching him. Chris had
always known himself to be an exhibitionist, and the webcam gave him the
opportunity to indulge himself as much as he wanted.

Rick had to stifle a little moan as Chris's cock popped into view, already
half erect and standing out from his groin. Rick's own cock was now getting
hard, and he had to rearrange himself on the chair more than once as Chris
began to play with his cock on the bed. Rick's pulse began to race as Chris
stroked his cock harder and harder, taking himself to the edge and then
pulling back to get the clients to spend more to see him cum. Chris was now
laying back on the bed, his cock straight up in the air and his fingers
were stroking it faster and faster. Rick moaned out loud at the sight, and
his hands were rubbing his own cock which was now rock hard inside his
shorts. Chris suddenly arched his back, groaned and his cock twitched two
or three times, spurting cum in long strings to pool on his belly. He
looked over directly at Rick, put his finger into one of the pools, and
with a wink at the camera he put his finger into his mouth and sucked the
cum from it.

Chris closed down the show and lay on the bed for a moment, getting his
breath back and giving himself a moment to recover his thoughts. He sat up
and saw Rick watching him, his eyes giving away the desire he felt
inside. Chris had seen Rick rubbing himself through his shorts during the
show and was surprised he hadn't taken his cock out. Chris smiled to
himself, swung his legs over the bed, found his panties and pulled them
on. He walked over to Rick who was watching him with something approaching
panic on his face. He stood in front of Rick, bent over and whispered to
him, "Have you ever had a lap dance, Rikkie?" Rick shook his head, his eyes
wide with fear and desire. Chris smiled wickedly and said. "You can look
but don't touch."

Rick could hardly breathe as Chris began his lap dance in front of him. He
so badly wanted to reach out and touch Chris's lithe body as he gyrated and
danced in front of him, but somehow, he kept his hands still. Rick had to
shut his eyes at times as Chris thrust his bum and then his groin so close
to his face that he thought Chris could feel his breath on his skin. Rick's
mind was reeling; to be so close to Chris dressed like this, doing these
things to him, and for him to feel like this, did it mean he was gay? Rick
moaned when Chris skimmed his cock with his bum, making him wriggle in his
chair.

Chris knew the effect he was having on Rick. He could see on his face and
in the tension in his body that Rick was fixated on him. He pushed his
chest close to Rick's face and pushed his small breasts up with his hands,
making the nipples stand out. He could see the effort that Rick was making
not to touch him, even though he so desperately wanted to. Chris straddled
Rick and sat on his lap, feeling his hard cock pushing up through his
shorts. Putting his arms around Rick's neck, Chris moved his bum around as
Rick moaned and squirmed in the chair. Finally, when he thought Rick could
take no more, Chris stood in front of Rick and whispered in his ear, "You
can touch now, if you want, Rikkie."

Rick heard the words but didn't know if he dare touch Chris. He so wanted
to feel Chris's smooth skin under his fingertips, and to slide his hands
over the body that was just a few inches away, but he was so nervous he
couldn't make himself move. Rick twitched, and with trembling fingers he
reached out to caress Chris. They both jumped as Rick's fingers finally
brushed the skin, and Chris giggled as Rick stroked up and down his
tummy. The first touch of his fingers on Chris almost sent Rick into
orbit. The skin felt so soft and warm to his touch and Rick knew he wanted
to touch Chris everywhere, to rub his hands over every inch of the
beautiful body that was on display for him. Rick's inhibitions were melting
away in the heat from the fire which Chris had lit within him. Chris bent
forward so that Rick's fingers brushed his nipples, and Chris moaned as he
felt a jolt run through him. Chris moved forward to press a nipple against
Rick's lips, which opened and sucked it inside his mouth, like a baby would
suckle a mother's breast.

Rick almost passed out when Chris pushed his nipple against his lips, and
all he could do was close his eyes and suck the hard nub. He heard Chris
draw in his breath as he lapped and licked the nipple, then he moved on to
the other nipple, gathering confidence in what he was doing. Chris stood up
again and moved forwards, pushing his cock close to Rick's face. Rick could
clearly see the outline of the cock through the thin material and he
wondered if he could ever bring himself to touch it. Unsure of what to do
next he looked up at Chris who said, "Take my panties down."

It wasn't so much an invitation as an order from Chris, one which Rick was
now powerless to resist. With shaking fingers, his newfound confidence
banished by Chris's order, Rick hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the
panties and he began to ease them down. Rick paused and his eyes flicked up
to Chris to make sure he was doing the right thing, and a nod from Chris
was all he needed. Dropping his eyes back to the panties just in front of
his nose, he slid them further down Chris's thighs and slowly began to
reveal the cock beneath. Rick stopped breathing as the head poked above the
waistband to be followed by the length of the shaft. As he pulled the
panties right down, Chris's cock flicked out hard and straight, making Rick
pull back his head in surprise.

Of course, he had seen it before, but only on his laptop screen, and that
was no preparation to see it so close. He felt dizzy and shivered with
excitement as it glistened and pulsed in front of him. He couldn't help
licking his lips, which brought a giggle from Chris, who was pretty sure
that Rick would do whatever he was told right now. Chris didn't want to
frighten him off by rushing things, so he decided to wait a little longer
before getting Rick to go much further on the journey he was planning.

Chris pulled Rick's t-shirt over his head and then dropped to his knees. He
saw the look of astonishment on Rick's face as he tugged down the loose
shorts he was wearing until Rick's cock sprang free. Chris was surprised to
see how small It was, but it was very hard and the pre-cum shone on the
head. Chris didn't mind about the size; he had never been a cock snob and
anyway, nice things came in small packages. Bending forward he kissed the
tip, making Rick twitch as he felt Chris's lips brush lightly against the
head. His cock had been almost painfully hard ever since the show, and Rick
already felt close to the edge.

Chris licked and kissed the head and Rick closed his eyes and his head went
back from what he was feeling. No-one had ever touched his cock before, let
along kissed it. Rick was in a state of euphoria as Chris licked along the
length of his cock and flicked the underside with his tongue and he almost
levitated off the chair as Chris enveloped Rick's cock in his warm, wet and
eager mouth.

Chris could easily take the whole cock into his mouth until his nose
touched Rick's groin. He began to bob his head up and down, drawing moans
from Rick. Circling his tongue around the head, Chris squeezed first one
and then the other small testicle, making Rick writhe on the chair. Chris
felt Rick tense as his climax was close, and just as he took the cock back
into his mouth, Rick groaned and gasped, "I'm cumming."

Chris held Rick in his mouth, but he wasn't prepared for the amount of cum
that erupted into his mouth. He could not believe such a small set of balls
could produce so much and he swallowed what he could, but there was too
much. He spluttered and gagged and some of it splashed out onto his
face. Chris slipped Rick's cock out of his mouth, quickly sat on Rick's lap
once more, pulled him into a kiss and pushed the cum into Rick's mouth.

When Chris had taken Rick's cock into his mouth, Rick looked down and shook
his head as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He closed his eyes
and then opened them to check if this was all a dream. It wasn't, and he
watched as Chris's head bobbed up and down on his cock, the soft warm mouth
and tongue sending him into ecstasy. Rick closed his eyes again, this time
to better experience what was happening to him. He had been edging several
times already, and he knew it would not be long.

Chris tormented Rick, sliding his tongue along the shaft and swirling it
beneath the head, sending Rick into delirium. He felt Chris take his balls
in his fingers and squeeze them, finally flipping Rick over the edge. He
exploded into Chris's mouth, his eyes closed in his ecstasy. It was as if
an earthquake had happened inside Rick and he shook as he kept cumming and
cumming into Chris's mouth. Rick barely had time to open his eyes before he
felt Chris sit on his lap, and then Chris's tongue pushing something into
his mouth. With a start, he realised it was his own cum, and he
instinctively swallowed, the raw salty taste familiar from his first taste
a few nights ago.

He kissed Rick back, their tongues wrestling with each other, their lips
slipping and sliding over each other's. A small voice was telling Rick that
he was kissing a man. At that moment, he couldn't have cared less. The
cocktail of endorphins, serotonin and adrenaline released by his climax
spun him into a high he had never experienced before. His inhibitions were
scattered on the winds and he was now only interested in the pleasure he
was receiving.

Chris finally broke their kiss and stood up, his cock still hard. Looking
down at Rick it was obvious he was wondering if Chris wanted him to do what
he had done to him. Not wanting to push Rick too far too soon, Chris
whispered, "That's enough for tonight. There's plenty of time for more. You
can come back here tomorrow evening, but only if you wear these for me all
day tomorrow." He picked up the panties he had been wearing and handed them
to Rick, kissing him before saying, "Will you do that for me, Rikkie?"

Rick nodded his head, his eyes fixed on the flimsy scrap of
material. Taking them in his trembling fingers, he wondered why Chris
wanted him to wear them. But he knew if he could have more of what had just
happened, he would walk on glass if Chris asked him to.

Part Three



After walking unsteadily back to his room, Rick lay on his bed and tried to
sleep. His mind was spinning with the memories of what had just gone on,
but the image that kept coming back to him was of Kittie kissing him and
pushing his own cum into his mouth. He lay there, struggling to come to
terms with what had happened over the past 24 hours. There was no doubt in
his mind that he had been turned on by it all. He had never experienced
anything like the high he had felt tonight, and the thrill of what had
happened with Kittie was running through his veins like a drug; the kind
that kept you coming back for more, whatever the cost.

Rick had a feeling he was being played by Chris, but he didn't really
care. He had never been much of a leader; he was always happiest when he
followed someone else. He needed someone to give him direction, to show him
where they should go and he would be happy to follow. Tonight, Chris had
opened his eyes to a world that Rick had thought existed only through his
computer screen. He had experienced things that he could never have even
dreamt of before last night. His flatmate had kissed him, given him a
blowjob and pushed cum into his mouth. Rick should have been repulsed by
all those things; but he wasn't. He had loved it.

But what, he wondered, did Chris want from him? Rick knew instinctively
that there would be some kind of payback for what Chris, or Kittie had done
to him. He had already told Rick to wear Kittie's panties from the night
before. Rick wondered if he was prepared to do that? Somehow, he knew it
wouldn't stop there, Chris would keep pushing him further and further. With
that thought sending tingles down his spine Rick finally fell asleep.

He woke late the next morning, waking up slowly, thinking he would have a
quiet lay-in when he remembered what Chris wanted him to do this
morning. He felt his face redden as he remembered about wearing the
panties, but as he thought about them, his cock started to grow and the
more he thought about wearing them the harder he grew. It's just morning
wood again, he told himself, but deep within him he knew that wasn't the
real reason he was getting aroused. He blushed again as he remembered that
Chris had called him Rikkie last night. He whispered the name out loud, and
he felt a thrill as he remembered how Chris had said it. His hand dropped
to his cock, and he began to stroke.

He jumped a mile as his phone rang. It was a call from his boss asking if
he could come in for a few hours even though he was rostered off. Rick was
the newest guy on the help desk team and had agreed as a condition of
getting the job that he would be willing to be on call, even on his days
off. Rick reluctantly agreed and swung his legs out of bed. As he did so
his eyes fell on the panties that Chris had asked him to wear and he
groaned, surely Chris wouldn't mind if he didn't wear them to work? Rick
pulled out a pair of his boxers and was about to pull them on when he
caught sight of the panties again. He hesitated, thinking that it wouldn't
do any harm just to try them on. Of course, he wouldn't actually wear them
to work, just slip them on for a moment to see how they felt.

He picked them up and immediately noticed how delicate and soft they felt
in his fingers. They looked tiny, just a scrap of pink lace at the front
and what looked like a string at the back. Rick held them up against
himself and thought that they would never cover him up. He put a foot
tentatively through one leg and then the other. He slipped them up his
legs, and a shiver ran through him as the soft material slid over his skin,
making him feel as if he had been tickled with a feather all the way up his
legs. He pulled them up around his cock and balls and he almost passed out
as the lace settled softly around them. He looked down and to his
astonishment found that his package fitted perfectly into the tiny
panties. He felt the tug of the string at the back as it settled into the
crack of his bum and caused a tremor to run through his whole being.

He turned around to look in his mirror and was stunned to see how he
looked. The tiny front panel covered his cock, and it almost seemed he
didn't have anything there. He twisted so he could see the back and he
quivered a little as he saw the string disappear between his cheeks. They
felt a little awkward on him but he felt they made him feel, well, sexy was
the word that sprang to his mind.

He jumped as he heard a soft knock on his door, and Chris called out, "Are
you awake? Can I come in?"

Shit, shit, shit, Rick thought. "Wait a minute, I'm just getting my jeans
on."

Chris ignored him and opened the door anyway, just as Rick was pulling his
jeans over his knees. Rick froze and turned scarlet as Chris walked in and
saw him wearing the panties. Chris, who was wearing a short silk robe that
Rick had never seen before, smiled broadly and folded his arms across his
chest as he looked at Rick.

"They look good on you, Rikkie. I'm glad you're doing what I asked. I
thought you might not want to wear them. Take your jeans off so I can see
them on you properly."

"But, I've got to go to work." Rick was almost whining.

"It won't take a minute, come on, drop your jeans."

Rick reluctantly pushed his jeans back down and stood in front of Chris,
naked except for the tiny panties. His put his hands down to cover his
groin. Chris grinned, "Bit late for that don't you think after last night?
You have to loosen up Rikkie." Chris moved towards Rick, took him by the
wrists and moved his arms away. Rick felt powerless to resist, but felt his
face redden again as Chris looked down at his panties.

"You were made to wear those, Rikkie, they are so cute on you." He looked
at Rick with a wicked grin. "Are you sure you have to go to work? We could
have some fun this morning." As he said it, Chris ran his fingers across
the front of Rick's panties which were now feeling tighter as his cock
began to swell.

"No. I have to go in." Rick was trembling.

"Are you really sure?" Chris lifted his fingers to caress Rick's
nipple. Rick closed his eyes, and he felt dizzy as Chris continued to
stroke his nipple. Summoning all his willpower, Rick shook his head. "No, I
have to go in, they need me."

"Don't you think I need you too?" Chris whispered in Rick's ear.

"I have to go to work, I have to." Rick was pleading with Chris now and
close to tears.

Chris pouted, "Oh well, there will always be tonight, I suppose. But here's
something for you to think about at work." Chris leaned forward and kissed
Rick. As he did so, he let his robe fall open and pushed Rick's hand inside
and held it against his cock. "See you later, Rikkie." he whispered and
left the room.

Rick was left stunned; he didn't realise what Chris was intending to do
when he moved Rick's hand inside his robe and had pressed it against
Chris's cock. Rick sat down on the bed, feeling dizzy with the thought of
what he had done. It had merely been a slight touch, but it was enough for
Rick to know that everything had changed with that quick brush of his
fingers across Chris's cock.

He pulled himself together and without thinking, pulled on his jeans and
t-shirt, stuck his feet into his trainers and rushed out of the door. It
was only when he arrived at the bus stop that he realised he was still
wearing the panties. There was no time to go back now, he would just have
to wear them to the office. Maybe he could take them off when he arrived
and go commando. At some point on the bus ride into work, he got used to
the feeling of the string between his cheeks and the panties felt so soft
and light around his cock that he decided he would wear them all day. After
all, nobody would ever know.

It was manic as soon as he got into work. One of the servers had gone down,
and he spent the first three hours without a break dealing with the
problems this had created. Besides himself, there were two others on shift;
a useless temp called Steve, and Rhona, one of the supervisors. Steve was
hopeless and Rick had to spend half his time sorting out what Steve had
messed up. Eventually Rhona and Rick managed to grab a break sitting in the
office with pa coffee and doughnuts which Steve had been sent to
get. "That's the most useful he'll be all day." Rhona whispered to Rick,
who was slightly shocked as Rhona had never been known to say anything
remotely funny before. Steve was covering the phones where Rhona thought he
could do the least damage.

Rhona sipped her coffee, bit into a doughnut and licked the sugar off her
lips with her tongue. Rick was watched her do this with rapt
fascination. Rhona was tough, both with the help desk staff and the
executives. Nearly everyone was quietly terrified of her and did their best
not to annoy her. One of the other guys told him about his predecessor who
had screwed up, and how she had "ripped him a new one." Rick had been
scared of her for the first few weeks, but she seemed to have a soft spot
for him, and he enjoyed being on her team.

If he told the truth, he was probably half in love with her and would do
anything she asked. She was in her early thirties, he guessed, tall, slim
and brunette, spoke with a cut-glass English accent, yet swore like a
trooper at times. If you annoyed her, she would fix you with a basilisk
stare, and most people would rather be anywhere else than in her way in
those moments. He watched as she licked more sugar from her lip with her
tongue and turned to face him. "I have to say, Rick, you have done really
well since you've been here. I know this is your first job, but you picked
up things really quickly. I'm happy with your contribution, you've become a
real team player."

Rick went pink at the praise, "Thanks, I really enjoy it here."

"What do you get up to away from this madhouse?"

"Oh well, the usual stuff. Play some World of Warcraft most nights. Watch
TV. Oh, I went to the football yesterday with my flatmate." He chuckled to
himself, thinking about the parts of yesterday he wouldn't be telling her
about.

"What does he do? I assume it's a he?"

"Yeah, he works for a bank, although I'm not entirely sure what he does
there." I do know he's a TG webcam model in his spare time. But Rick said
that in his head.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, why?"

"Just curious, Rick. Now can you tell me something?"

Rick nodded, eager to please. "Sure, whatever."

"Do you wear panties all the time, or just at the weekends?"

Part Four



For what seemed to him to be the umpteenth time over the past few days,
Rick blushed scarlet and thought he would faint.

"But I'm not wearing panties," he said, looking anxiously over his shoulder
to see if Steve was in earshot.

"Don't worry about him, he's tied up on a call. Look, I know you are,
Rick. You were helping the moron from hell over there with something when
you knelt down beside his chair and your jeans gaped at the back. I could
clearly see a very pretty pair of panties, a thong to be exact. They
weren't boxers or tighty whities for sure."

Rick wished a hole would open up and swallow him. He started to gasp for
air and his heart hammered inside his chest. His career here was finished;
they probably wouldn't even give him a reference. For Rick, embarrassment
and humiliation now seemed a way of life.

Rhona saw his distress. "Calm down Rick, I don't care what you wear, so
long as it doesn't interfere with your work here. It's none of my business
what you do in your private life. I just thought you should know that other
people could see what you're wearing."

Rick started to breathe properly again. There was no point in denying it
any further, so he just mumbled, "It won't happen again, I promise."

Rhona had always thought Rick quite a pretty boy when he was recruited, but
hadn't thought any more about it until she saw the panties peeking out of
the back of his jeans. He was a good technician, better than most she had
worked with, and for some reason she hadn't quite understood why she liked
him.

"Are you gay, Rick?" she asked, staring him straight in the eyes.

Rick's heart almost stopped. "Who, me? No, no, I'm not gay, honestly."

Rhona took another bite of her doughnut and licked her lips. Rick couldn't
help but watch her tongue slip out and slide along her lips.

"So then, are you trans?" She wiped her lips and then her fingers on a
paper napkin. Rick's eyes dropped to the floor, he didn't know what to say.

"I mean, Rick, what other reason would you have for wearing
panties. They're not your girlfriend's, as you don't have one. So, it's not
as if she gets a thrill out of you wearing her lingerie. You say you're not
gay. You share a flat with a guy, so I'm guessing they're not his..."

Rick's eyes flicked up and then away. Rhona did not miss the glance.

"Well, well..." A big knowing smile spread across Rhona's face and Rick
felt his insides freeze.

Steve interrupted them by shouting that he needed some help. Rhona smiled
and said, "Rick, be a sweetie and go sort out the idiot for me, please."

Rick scuttled away, his face still burning with embarrassment. "Shit, shit,
shit. I'm so fucked," he thought. "She'll tell everyone and I'll have to
leave."

Steve had completely screwed up, and it took Rick a couple of hours to sort
out the mess. He had the uncomfortable feeling that Rhona was watching him
all the time. By the time he had finished cleaning up after Steve's cock
ups, it was time to leave. Steve disappeared quickly and Rick was about to
follow him out the door when he heard Rhona's voice.

"Not so fast Rick. We need a word." Rick's heart sank, she's going to fire
me now he thought. "Let's go for a drink."

"Huh?" He was taken completely off guard.

"Come on. I'll buy, sweetie." She grabbed his arm and pushed him out of the
door. She kept hold of his arm all the way to the pub. Not the usual one
they used for a drink after work, but one further away he had never been to
before. They found a table in a quiet corner and Rhona fetched a beer for
Rick and a gin and tonic for herself. Rick had recovered his wits by now
and was determined to apologise and hope he might just get away with not
being fired.

"Rhona, look I'm sorry about what happened. I promise it won't happen again
and I'll do anything, anything. Extra shifts, I'll do all the shitty ones
that nobody else wants to do. You name it and I'll do it. You said I was a
good team player. I need this job, please give me a second chance. Please."

Rhona sipped her drink before saying anything. "Rick, it's OK, don't get
your knickers in a twist." She giggled. "I'm sorry, that wasn't deliberate,
but come to think of it it's very funny given what you're wearing."

Rick was scarlet again.

"Rhona, I promise you it won't happen again. It was a joke. I lost a bet."
He had been thinking how he could explain away the panties and he thought
he had come up with an explanation that Rhona would believe.

"What bet?"

"Yesterday, I told you I went to the football. We had a bet, whoever's team
lost would have to pay a forfeit. I lost, and he said I had to wear these
panties to work."

He felt the full force of Rhona's stare. "I suppose he has girls" panties
lying around the flat in case someone loses a bet?"

"Oh, I think he said they belonged to an old girlfriend. She had left them
behind."

Rhine took another sip of her drink then leaned towards him. "Rick, that's
the biggest pile of bullshit I've heard in a long time."

"No. no. it's true, it was a bet." Rick was panicking now, and his voice
quavered.

Rhona's eyes were fixed on his and he felt transfixed by her stare. "Tell
me about your flatmate. You know, the one who makes you wear panties. Oh, I
mean for a bet, of course."

"I told you it was a bet, and I lost and I had to wear the panties...that's
all it was." He was gabbling and wanted to disappear into a hole in the
ground.

"What's his name, this flatmate of yours?" Rhona wasn't going to let up.

"Chris, his name's Chris. He works in a bank."

"So you said. Has he got a girlfriend?"

"No, no he hasn't."

"Is he gay then?"

"What? No. I mean, I don't know. How should I know?"

"Well, he makes you wear his panties. You did say they were his panties,
didn't you?"

Rick was now so flustered he couldn't remember what he had said.

"Yes, I mean no. They're his ex-girlfriend's panties."

"It's a bit of an odd bet, isn't it? I mean, I could have understood it if
you had to buy the next round of drinks, or to pay for you to go to the
next football match. That's what blokes do. But, to make you wear girls"
underwear for losing a bet? And you did it too, Rick. I have to say that
all sounds a bit gay to me."

"We're not gay!" Rick almost shouted and then went red as a couple of
people looked over at him. He dropped his voice. "We're not gay."

Rhonda smiled, "OK, OK, Rick. You say you're not gay. It wouldn't matter to
me if you were. You do know this is a gay pub, don't you?"

Rick whirled round to see for the first time that the customers were
couples, some female but mostly male. "Well, I'm not gay," he hissed.

"If you say so, Rick." Shell earned back in her chair and gave him another
starching look. "Let me tell you what I think. I think your little flatmate
is playing games with you, and you're going along with him. You don't know
what you've got yourself into. Well not quite yet, anyway. I'm sure you're
going to find out soon enough."

Rick blushed to his roots. Rhonda smiled, "I can see I'm right, Rick. I
wonder what Chris has got planned for you next. Oh no, that's right, it was
just a bet, wasn't it?"

Rick couldn't look at her. "I told you it won't happen again."

"Listen Rick, I don't care what you wear as long as it doesn't affect what
you do at work. I'm not going to report you to HR or fire you or whatever
you think I'm going to do."

Rick felt elated, but then slumped back into his seat. "There's a but
coming, isn't there?"

Rhona smiled. "Well, maybe a small one. I won't do anything about today so
long as you turn up wearing panties to work, at least until I tell you to
stop."

"Whaaaaat?"

"It's very simple, sweetie. You wear panties to work and we go on as we
have done. No rubbish shifts, no having to do the shitty jobs. But, you
have to wear panties under your clothes."

"And if I don't?" he said, fearing what was coming.

"If you don't, I guess you wouldn't want everyone in the office to know you
wear cute little panties, sweetie."

"Why? Why are you making me to do this?"

Rhona smiled again, "Well, because I can and because I like to have some
control over things. Besides, I get the feeling you won't fight me too much
over this, will you, Rick?."

Rick squirmed in his chair, but he knew he was going to have to do what
Rhona said. He lowered his eyes and nodded. Rhona smirked, "Good boy,
Rick. I'll see you tomorrow, and I'll be checking for what we've agreed."

***

Rick got back to the flat just as Chris was about to disappear into his
room.

"Where have you been, Rikkie? I thought you wanted a bit more of what you
had last night."

"I got held up at work, my supervisor wanted a word." Rick thought a
half-truth would be enough.

Chris grinned at him. "Still wearing them I hope? Show me."

Rick went pink, but he did as Chris asked and undid his jeans pushing them
down far enough so that Chris could see he was still wearing them.

"Good, Rikkie. Here, take this fresh pair. We'll have to get you some of
your own, won't we?" Chris handed Rick a pair of white lace panties. He
stood there with them in his hand, his pulse racing. What did he mean? Get
me some of my own?

Chris leant forward and whispered in Rick's ear. "Tonight, baby, I want you
to come to my room wearing just these. Nothing else." Chris reached up and
touched his fingers to Rick's hair. "Oh and tie that lovely hair of yours
back in a ponytail. Don't disappoint me."

He blew Rick a kiss and walked into his room. Rick stood there
transfixed. He couldn't wear these and nothing else, could he? He stroked
the flimsy lace in his fingers and as if by magic his cock began to swell
in his jeans. He scuttled into his room and threw himself onto his
bed. What should he do? He rolled onto his back and without thinking
brought his hands up to his face. He had completely forgotten he still had
the panties clasped in his hand, and he started as he felt the soft lace
settle over his face. He breathed in through his nose and he thought he
could smell a faint aroma. Had Chris washed these or was what he was
smelling the scent that Chris had left behind?

Oh my God, what is happening to me, thought Rick. I'm sniffing the panties
of my flatmate who has asked me to wear them. He brought them back up to
his nose one more time and breathed in. He felt intoxicated by what he was
doing. It was scrambling his brain. Surely I can't go ahead with this crazy
idea? Even as this doubt flashed through his mind, his body betrayed him
and he felt his cock stiffen once again.

Rick remembered what had happened the previous night and his cock grew even
harder. He moaned and sat upright on the bed. With shaking fingers, he
pulled off his jeans and shirt, leaving him in the panties he had been
wearing all day. He stood up and his cock, small as it may be, was tenting
out the front. Shivering slightly with excitement, Rick pushed the panties
down and stepped out of them. He hesitated a fraction before picking up the
new pair, they were white lace bikinis with little pink rosebuds around the
waist.

With trembling fingers, he pulled them up his legs and let out a sigh as
they nestled around his cock and balls. Rick closed his eyes and fought one
last despairing mental battle against what his body was telling him to
do. He ran his fingers across the lace and his knees sagged, and he knew he
was lost. He remembered what Chris had said about his hair and he quickly
pulled it back into a ponytail and fixed it with an elastic band. He
sometimes wore it like this, but normally he let it hang loose.

Taking a deep breath Rick opened his door feeling foolish as he checked to
see if the coast was clear. Who else did he expect to be there? His fear of
embarrassment ran deep. He walked across to Chris's door and knocked.

"Come in Rikkie, you don't need to knock anymore."

He gingerly pushed the door open and Chris stood there wearing the short
robe Rick had seen him wear this morning. He had the wig on once more and
his face was beautifully made up with dark eyeshadow and bright red
lipstick. Rick's tummy did a quick flip as he took in the way his flatmate
looked.

Chris giggled as he saw Rick's hands were covering his groin. "Bit late for
that Rikkie baby." He walked up close to Rick and looked at his hair with a
frown.

"Oh, that won't do. That's how boys wear their ponytails. Let's do this
properly." Chris stood in front of Rick, his robe draped against Rick's
body. Rick thought he would faint as Chris raised his hands and put them
behind Rick's head. Chris undid the ponytail, gathering the hair again and
retying it higher on the back of his head.

"There, that's much prettier. That's how a girl should wear a ponytail? Now
shake your head and see how nice that feels." Rick moved his head from side
to side and felt the ponytail move as he did do. It felt odd yet
exciting. Chris dropped his hands onto Rick's shoulders. "You can breathe
now Rikkie, I'm not going to bite." He paused for a beat, "Not yet,
anyway."

Rick let out the breath he had been holding and looked straight into
Chris's eyes. Chris smiled and bent his head forward and kissed Rick on the
lips, his tongue flicking out to push through into Rick's mouth. He broke
the kiss and stepped back, loosening the robe and let drop to the
floor. Rick's eyes widened as he took in the black lace suspender belt and
panties which Chris had been wearing under the robe. Rick felt his pulse
begin to race, and his cock started to swell as he stared at Chris.

Chris spun around. "Do you like it Rikkie?"

Rick closed his mouth which had fallen open at some point. "It's
beautiful," he managed to stutter.

"This is where I need your help Rikkie. I want you to help me put on my
stockings. Will you do that for me?"

Rick's mouth was dry and his pulse was racing. He thought he was about to
hyperventilate, but he managed to nod his head.

"Ok, Rikkie, that's so sweet of you. No. I'm going to sit on the edge of my
bed and I want you to roll each stocking into a doughnut shape and then
roll them up my leg. Kneel on the floor in front of me, it'll be easier
that way."

Rick sank to his knees in front of Chris and looked up at him. Chris smiled
back down at him and opened his legs a little to give Rick a flash of his
bulge. Rick's eyes flicked to Chris's crotch where he saw the arched back
of the dragon tattoo disappearing down into the panties. Rick couldn't stop
his tongue poking through his lips at the sight.

"Do you want to touch it? The tattoo I mean," whispered Chris.

Rick s eyes flicked up at Chris, and he nodded.

"Go ahead, Rikkie. See what it feels like." Rick held out his hand and
gently touched the tattoo making Chris's tummy shiver. It almost looked as
if the dragon were alive and undulating as Rick stroked the skin.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Said Chris and Rick nodded before taking his
fingers away. "OK, I need to get dressed for my show now. Are you going to
help me?" Chris picked up a black stocking and handed it to Rick. "Rikkie,
first roll it into a doughnut. That's right, now I am going to put my foot
into it and then you slide it up my leg. Mmmm, that feels so nice, your
hands are so soft on my skin." Chris extended his leg and placed it on
Rick's shoulder.

Rick's hands were shaking as he rolled the stocking up Chris's leg. He felt
himself becoming aroused by the way the stocking felt in his fingers as it
slid over Chris's smooth skin. When he reached the top of the thigh, Rick
thought he was about to faint.

"Now, take the little clip of the suspender and fix it on the stocking
top. There's one at the front and one at the back." Rick found the clip and
saw how the little button fitted behind the stocking top and into the
clip. His hands were shaking so much he found the first one difficult but
the second one much easier. All the time Chris was cooing encouragement to
him from above.

"That's lovely, Rikkie, we'll have to get you some of these for
yourself. Now, do the other leg."

Rick repeated the process with the other leg and soon enough Chris had both
stockings attached to the suspender belt. "Now for the shoes,
Rikkie. They're over there. Be a darling and crawl over there and fetch
them."

Rick started to get up. "No, Rikkie. Crawl on your hands and knees." There
was an edge to Chris's voice which made Rick sink down again and crawl over
the few feet to where the shoes lay. They were black shoes with what Rick
guessed were five inch heels. He picked them up and crawled back on his
knees to Chris.

"Hold the shoe up to my foot and I'll slip into them."

Chris slid his stockinged foot into first one shoe and then the other as
Rick held them.

"That was sweet of you, Rikkie. I think you deserve a reward for that."
Chris stood up and pulled Rick to his feet. With the heels Chris was
wearing he was now taller than Rick. "Now, stand there and close your eyes,
and don't open them until I tell you."

Rick couldn't tell you what he felt at this moment. Hormones were surging
through his body sending wave after wave of pleasure racing through him. He
had never felt like this before. It was exciting and decadent, humiliating
and intoxicating. Rick closed his eyes as Chris had instructed; he was by
now incapable of doing anything except what he was told by Chris. He
wanted, no, needed to please Chris.

Chris smiled to himself, this was almost too easy. He needed to be careful
and not to go too fast and scare Rick. He reached down to pick up his tube
of lipstick and twisted it open. "Pucker your lips, Rikkie, and prepare for
something magical."

Part Five



Rick kept his eyes closed and jumped as he felt Chris touch his chin with
his fingertips, but he almost swooned as he felt the lipstick slide across
his puckered lips. It felt soft and slippery and exciting and he felt dizzy
as Chris rolled the lipstick across his lips.

"How does that feel, Rikkie? It looks so sweet on you. Open your eyes now
and come have a look."

Chris took Rick gently by the hand and led him across to the mirror. Rick
opened his eyes and gasped as he saw his reflection. His hair pulled back
into the high ponytail made his face look narrower and his eyes seemed
bigger and more prominent. Rick moved his head, and he saw the ponytail
flick from side to side in the mirror. The bright red lipstick made his
lips look plump and oh so feminine. He couldn't stop himself and his tongue
flicked out and licked his lips. He watched transfixed as his pink tongue
slid over the bright red lipstick. He shivered as he felt the stickiness on
his lips.

"So, Rikkie, do you like it?" whispered Chris, and he moved his head next
to Rick in the mirror.

Rick could only nod as he didn't trust himself to speak. Chris could see
the excitement in Rick's eyes as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Told you it was magical, didn't I?"

Rick swallowed and smiled shyly at Chris in the mirror. He watched as Chris
turned his face sideways and gave Rick a kiss on his cheek.

"Rikkie, I want you to do something tonight. Will you do something for me?
I promise you will enjoy it."

Chris couldn't tear himself away from the image in the mirror, but he
managed to squeak "What is it?"

Chris looked Rick straight in the eyes in the mirror as he dropped his hand
onto Rick's bum and gently stroked it with his fingers. Rick moaned as he
felt Chris's fingers glide across his panties and his knees wobbled a bit.

"Rikkie, just say yes, pretty please. I promise you won't regret it." Chris
moved fingers round to stroke Rick's cock through the panties and Rick
moaned again.

"OK, OK, I'll do it." Rick was in such a state of excitement he thought he
would do anything as long as Chris didn't stop caressing him.

Chris bent forward and kissed the nipple that was closest to him. He rolled
his tongue around it and felt it harden under his tongue as Rick threw his
head back and whimpered. "What do you want me to do?"

Chris let go of the nipple and took Rick's hand. "I want you to be with me
tonight."

Rick looked at Chris in confusion. What did Chris mean? I am already here
with him. Then, he realised with a start what Chris had meant. His eyes
widened, and he started to shake his head. "You mean you want me to be
on...?"

Chris smiled at him and nodded his head. "Yes, Rikkie, I want you to be
next to me tonight, in the show."

"Nooooo, I can't do that." Rick started to pull away, but Chris held his
hand tightly.

"Rikkie, you won't have to do anything, I'll do it all. I promise I won't
make you do anything you don't want to."

"No, I mean, I don't know. I can't do it, I'm too shy. I mean, what if
someone recognises me?"

Chris stroked Rick's face, which had gone quite pale. "Rikkie, nobody is
going to recognise you. Who do you think you know who would be watching?
Nobody, that's who. I promise you, you won't be recognised."

"I recognised you." Rick instantly regretted saying it.

"No, Rikkie, you recognised my room, not me. Even when you did recognise
the room, you didn't know it was me straight away. You had to check by
listening to the music that's what you told me. Come on, I want you to be
with me."

"But why? Why me?" Rick was almost snivelling.

"Because I've always wanted to perform with someone else and you're so
pretty Rikkie. The clients will love you. I will do everything, you won't
need to say anything, just follow my lead and you'll be fine. Just try it
this one time and then if you don't like it, you won't have to do anymore,
but I think you want this too." Chris pushed Rick's hand onto the front of
his panties and held it there. Rick tried to pull away at first and then
Chris felt him stop struggling and Rick began to rub Chris's cock through
the panties.

"That feels so good, Rikkie, doesn't it? There's so much more where that
comes from. Just come with me and we'll get started."

Rick was now so confused by the conflicting emotions he was feeling as
Chris held his hand against his cock. He felt afraid and excited as he felt
Chris's cock begin to stiffen under his fingers. I can't do this he
thought, it's too awful, and it's so embarrassing. The longer he allowed
his fingers to stay rubbing Chris's panties the more his excitement grew
and his resistance began to fade. He closed his eyes once more and from
somewhere he heard himself say, "OK, just this once."

Chris clapped his hands and did a little jig and kissed Rick on the
lips. Rick felt a little tremor as he felt Chris's lipstick covered lips
slide across his own.

"Let me repair our lipstick, Rikkie, and we'll get started. Just remember
to look at the camera and I'll do the rest. You don't need to say anything,
I'll do it all. Just be yourself and enjoy what will happen."

Rick's mind was spinning, and he was thinking of telling Chris that he had
changed his mind, but somewhere deep inside him was a desire that was
pushing him onwards. He was now shaking with nerves and fright, yet he
didn't want to let Chris down now that he had said he would do it. Anyway,
it would only be this once, he was sure of that. He wasn't going to let
Chris sweet talk him into doing it again. Rick had seen enough duo webcams
to realise that something was going to happen to him tonight and that
knowledge half terrified and half excited him. He knew Chris was pushing
him into this, but he so wanted to please Chris, and he just had to trust
Chris.

Chris touched up his own and Rick's lipstick and smiled to himself. He knew
Rick would be nervous and hoped that Rick wouldn't bolt once the show
started. He knew that Rick was caught between his desire and his fear, but
he thought that if he took it slowly, at least at first, then Rick would
fall in with what he had planned.

Chris took Rick's hand and pulled him across to the bed.

"Rikkie, just sit on the bed behind and to one side of me. Remember to look
at the camera and smile, sweetie. You can see what is happening on the
screen. You look very pretty and the punters are going to go crazy for
you. They love someone new."

Rick did as he was told and sat on the bed, his legs tucked up beneath
him. He could see himself on the laptop screen and he was tempted to just
get up and run. Chris still had hold of his hand and he knew that he
couldn't escape. He gulped and before he knew what was happening Chris had
started the music and the show began.

There were a few of Chris's regular fans online already and Chris began by
reading some of the messages that were already coming through on screen. He
laughed at a couple of them and turned to smile at Rick and said, "Meet
Rikkie, she's joining me for tonight's show. It's her first time, so she's
a bit nervous, but I'm sure we're going to make her feel comfortable
soon. Say hello, Rikkie."

Rick was almost transfixed with nerves, but he managed to squeak out a
Hi. Chris giggled. "Should I give her a kiss to make her feel welcome? What
do you think?"

You could hear the messages coming in but Rick couldn't read them, he was
too far away. Chris giggled as he read what was being sent.

"OK, a kiss is fine, but if you want to see more, you'll have to buy some
tokens. Let's get Rikkie involved, shall we?"

Chris turned and put his hands behind Ricks head and pulled him into a
passionate kiss. Rick froze for a moment and then felt Chris's lips slide
across his, and his tongue slipped its way into Rick's mouth. After the
initial moment of fright, the intensity of the kiss made Rick forget about
where he was and he began to respond to Chris. His tongue flicked out to
spar with Chris's and he felt himself melting into the embrace. Chris
pulled back and Rick saw his eyes were gleaming.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Chris whispered.

Rick shook his head, and he felt the ponytail brush across his
shoulders. He looked at the screen to see himself grinning as Chris turned
back to read the messages.

"Yes, she is nice, isn't she? She's a great kisser too. If you want to see
some more, buy some more tokens and we'll get into it." Chris flicked his
hair back and began to stroke his nipples as he watched what was coming
through.

"Do you like my stockings?" said Chris to the camera and languidly
stretched out his legs to show them off. "Rikkie helped me put them on
tonight. Do you want to see him take them off?" Chris swung sideways on the
bed and put one leg up in the air.

"Go on Rikkie, take one off at a time." Chris whispered to Rick. "Take your
time, rub your hands up and down my legs. Give them a show."

Rick nervously stretched out his hands and stroked his hands up the
leg. Chris threw his head back and moaned out loud, "Oh, that feels so good
Rikkie."

Rick stroked his hands back down the stocking, and before he knew quite
what he was doing, he bent forwards and kissed the stocking top.

Chris said in surprise, "Ohhhhh, that was so hot, Rikkie, do it again."

Rick was now beginning to lose his nervousness and kissed the stocking once
more, a little lower this time. He kissed his way down the leg holding
Chris's foot in his hand and then began to lick his way up again.

"Oh my god, Rikkie that feels wonderful." Chris whispered to him. Wow,
thought Chris, he's really getting into this now. Chris switched legs and
Rick did the same to the other one. Rick felt himself getting hard now as
he began to lose his inhibitions and his cock began to tent out his
panties. Chris glanced down and noticed the bulge.

"Rikkie's getting excited." Chris announced, before stretching out his
stockinged foot and rubbing the front of Rick's panties. Rick moaned out
loud as he felt Chris's foot stroking his hard little cock. Chris lay back
and while he was masturbating Chris with one foot, he stretched the other
leg up and began rubbing Ricks nipple with his toes. Rick was now teetering
on the edge of his climax and Chris seeing this pulled his foot away from
Rick's cock but kept playing with his nipple.

Rick put his hands on Chris's foot and without thinking pulled the foot up
to his mouth and began to suck the toes through the nylon. Rick had no idea
where the idea to do that had come from but it seemed to the most natural
thing in the world for him to do. He kissed and sucked each toe and Chris
was wriggling around on the bed. Rick took a peek at the screen and he saw
himself sucking Chris's toes. It was so weird watching himself, like he
imagined an out-of-body experience would be. It was as if it was happening
to someone on the screen and not to himself.

Chris's eyes opened wide as he saw and felt what Rick was doing. He had not
expected this, but he wasn't going to stop it as Rick seemed to be enjoying
what he was doing.

"Rikkie," ordered Chris, "Now do the other one."

Rick picked up the other leg and repeated the action, kissing and licking
the foot and then the toes. He thought this can't be happening to me, I'm
not doing this, someone else is.

"Rikkie, take the stockings off now."

Rick slid his hands up Chris's leg and unclipped the stocking top, rolling
it down slowly, pausing to kiss the leg as he rolled the stocking down. He
repeated the action with the other stocking. Chris rolled onto his tummy so
that he could read the messages on the screen. Rick knelt on the bed behind
him and stroked his fingers up Chris's legs and onto his bum. He rubbed
Chris's bum with his hands and he felt Chris wriggling beneath him.

He bent forward and kissed Chris on the back and butterfly kissed him down
his back to his bum where he planted a kiss on each cheek. Chris giggled
and rolled over onto his back.

"Kiss my nipples, Rikkie, you have a lovely tongue."

Rick leant forward and let his tongue roll over a nipple. It stiffened
beneath his touch and he nipped it between his teeth.

"Oww," squeaked Chris, "You are so naughty." Chris could hear the messages
coming in and he knew already that this was going down well, and that more
and more tokens would be bought if he went on with this. He arched his back
as Rick continued to kiss his nipples and managed to pull his panties to
let his cock free, which was hard by now.

Rick felt Chris pull down his panties, and he saw Chris's cock spring up,
freed from its nylon prison. He felt Chris tugging at his panties to pull
those down as well and he panicked. He couldn't show his little cock to
everyone, he would be so embarrassed. He tried to knock Chris's hands away
but Chris was too strong for him and he flushed as he felt his panties
slide down his legs.

Chris rolled him over onto his back and Rick put his hands over his cock so
that nobody would see it. Chris looked down at him and said. "Rikkie, don't
be embarrassed, you have a lovely little cock. It's perfect, let me suck it
for you and show everyone. Trust me, baby."

Rick was mortified, but he let Chris gently take his hands away and as
Chris touched it with his fingers, it immediately began to swell. Rick
could see on the screen what was happening, and he watched, transfixed as
Chris took him into his mouth and began to suck. He closed his eyes yet
again as he felt Chris's warm mouth envelop his cock. He moaned and opened
his eyes to look down to see Chris's head bobbing up and down on his
cock. He looked over to the screen and he could see in close up Chris
licking and sucking his cock. He couldn't believe this was happening to him
and that hundreds of people were watching Chris suck his cock.

He felt a thrill run through him as he realised that some of those out
there would be masturbating themselves as they watched the two of
them. Maybe because of that thought, he felt his climax approaching, and he
began to buck his hips. "I'm cumming," he shouted and Chris wrapped his
lips tight around Rick's cock as he spurted cum deep into Chris's
mouth. Chris didn't swallow and as he sat up, he grabbed Rick and kissed
him, pushing Rick's own cum into his mouth. Shocked, Rick's instinctive
reaction was to gulp down what he had in his mouth.

Chris sat there grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Rikkie, you're a natural."

Part Six



Rick had fled from Chris's room last night after the show and had locked
his door. He heard Chris knocking gently and asking him if he was OK, but
Rick did not answer. His mind was in turmoil. How had he allowed Chris to
talk him into doing what he did? His face burned with shame as he
remembered what he had done. He groaned as he recalled kissing and licking
Chris's stockings before taking his toes into his mouth. He covered his
face with his hands at the memory of Chris sucking him off on the
webcam. How could he face Chris after this?

He eventually fell asleep and woke early the next day. He was on a late
shift, and he listened as Chris left the flat to go to work. He rolled over
in bed and tried to get back to sleep but it wouldn't come to him. His mind
kept going back to last night and replaying what had happened to him. He
suddenly became aware that the memories of last night were getting him
aroused and he felt his cock begin to swell. Rick felt ashamed at the
reaction but there was no denying it, his body was telling him that he was
excited by what he and Chris had done.

He closed his eyes and his fingers found their way beneath the sheets and
he began to stroke his hard little cock. In his mind's eye, he could see a
replay of Chris sucking his cock and just as he came in his imagination, he
felt his cock twitch and he spurted cum all over his fingers. Rick leant
back and forced his eyes open. What was happening to him? He shook his head
and swore to himself this had to stop. He had to tell Chris that it had
been a one off and wouldn't happen again. He rolled out of bed and unlocked
his door before heading to the bathroom. He saw something hanging on the
handle of the bathroom door and he flushed as he recognised the panties he
had been wearing last night. Chris had obviously left them there before he
went to work.

Rick took the flimsy piece of lace from the handle and was about to throw
it away when he remembered what Rhona had said to him. He had to go to work
wearing panties if he wanted to keep his job. Shit, shit, shit he
thought. What a mess I've got myself into. He was scared of upsetting Rhona
for sure. A small glimmer of hope flared as he thought she wouldn't be on
his shift today. At that moment his phone buzzed with a text message and he
felt his heart sink as it was from Rhona.

"Hi sweetie. I've changed my shift so we're both on late today. Don't
forget what you agreed to do XXX"

He had to lean against the door to steady himself. Maybe he should just
resign and find another job. The phone bleeped again with another
text. This time it was from Chris.

"H Rikkie. How r u? I enjoyed last night, can't wait to do it again. I left
ur panties on the door handle. U forgot to take them last night. Missing
you already. XXX"

Rick threw himself under the shower, hoping that the hot water would wash
away all his problems. He finished and went back to his room and sat on his
bed. He didn't return the texts, he simply didn't know what to reply. He
sighed and picked up the panties and pulled them up his legs. He knew that
Rhona would want to know if he was wearing them when he got to work. He
shivered as the lace cupped his cock and balls. He pulled on his jeans and
t-shirt and headed out the door to work before he could change his mind. He
could feel the lace pulled tight around his cock and it kept him in a state
of excitement throughout his bus ride. He kept looking around to see if
someone was looking at him, but nobody was.

The late shift was always the quietest, and It was just the two of them
today. Rick arrived first and was on the phone in the helpdesk office
sorting out a couple of small problems when Rhona arrived. The first he
knew she was there was when a hand brushed his shoulder. He jumped and
turned around to see Rhona's face grinning at him. She put her bag down and
came and sat next to him as he finished the calls. He was already blushing
as he turned to look at her.

"Hello, Rick. By the look on your face I think you've done as I asked, but
I want to see for myself." She locked the door to the office and made sure
the blinds were down. "Now unzip your jeans and let me see."

If it were possible, Rick went even redder than before, but he did as he
was told and squirmed in his chair and managed to open the front of his
jeans. Rhona grinned as she saw the black lace peeping through the front of
his jeans.

"Oh, very pretty Rick. Where did you get those? Are they from your
boyfriend too? I hope you didn't lose another bet."

"He's not my boyfriend." hissed Rick.

"Oh, your girlfriend, then is he?"

"No, he's neither, He's just my flatmate." She grinned wickedly.

"Where did you get the panties then? Are they yours? I mean, did you buy
them yourself?"

"No, I mean yes. Oh..." Rick felt overwhelmed and covered his face with his
hands, feeling as if he was about to cry.

"Don't worry, Rick. I don't care where you got them. It's nice that you did
as I asked." Rhona rubbed his shoulder, and he felt a strange sense of
security from the touch of her hand.

"Come on baby, let's get to work."

They weren't too busy, but it was late evening by the time the calls
started to slow down. The late shift finished at 10 and by 9 o'clock they
were done for the day. Rick had some tidying up to do in the server room
and when he came out Rhona was sitting at his desk holding his phone.

"You've had a text from Chris. Is he your flatmate?"

"Er, yes." She handed Rick the phone. He read the text and almost fainted.

"Hi Rikkie. Everyone online is asking where u r. They loved our performance
last night. They want to see more of you"

He looked at Rhona in horror. "Did you read this?"

"Couldn't help it Rick. It was right there in front of me?"

"You shouldn't have read that. It was private."

"Like I said, Rick. It was right there on the desk in front of me. Or
should I say Rikkie?"

Rick sat down and covered his face with his hands. He felt like his life
was imploding. How had he got himself into this? He felt Rhona's hand on
his leg and she leant forward and said softly. "Like I told you Rick, I
don't care what you get up to in your private life, so long as your work
doesn't suffer."

He sat there, his hands still over his face.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on, Rick?" he shook his head, he
didn't trust himself to say anything.

"OK, Rick. Oh, by the way, there are some problems up in the Manchester
office. I need to go up to sort them out and I need you to come too. It's
an overnight stop. We would need to go up day after tomorrow, back the next
day. I've made the travel and hotel bookings. Look, I'll see you tomorrow,
you're on my shift pattern now."

Rick heard what she was saying, but he really didn't take it in. His mind
was spinning too fast. She touched his shoulder and rubbed it gently before
she walked away, leaving Rick sitting there.

***

Rick made his way back to the flat and sat in the lounge with a beer. There
was no sign of Chris and he couldn't hear any music coming from his
room. He had another beer and decided he had to talk to Chris tonight. This
couldn't go any further. He had to tell him enough was enough. Rick walked
across to Chris's door and knocked. He heard a rustling from inside and
then the door was unlocked and Chris stood there in his robe blinking sleep
out of his eyes.

"Rikkie, what do you want? I was asleep."

"We need to talk."

"Can't this wait until the morning?"

"No. I have to talk to you now."

"OK, you'd better come in." Chris stood aside and Rick walked into the
room. He sat down on Chris's bed and covered his face with his hands.

"What's up, Rikkie. Tell me." Chris sat down beside him and put his arm
around Rick's shoulder. Chris felt Rick immediately tense and moved his arm
away.

"Tell me what's up, Rikkie. You're getting me worried."

Rick let his hands drop but couldn't look at Chris directly.

"I can't do this anymore," he said, waving his arm towards the bed. "It has
to stop."

Chris didn't say anything for a moment. Frankly, he had expected Rick to
put up more of a fight earlier on, but he knew it would come at some
stage. He rubbed Rick's shoulder for a minute or two and then gently said,
"I thought you were enjoying it, Rikkie. That's what it seemed like last
night, baby." Chris knew this was the moment of truth. He had to go
carefully here or Rick would lose it completely.

Rick shook, then nodded his head. "I did, but I'm so confused. I don't know
what I am anymore."

Chris put his arm back around Rick's shoulder and this time Rick didn't
tense, so Chris left it there.

"Look, I'm sorry if I took it too fast Rick. But, you seemed to be so
turned on by what we were doing."

Rick moaned, but let Chris pull him closer. "I was, I mean I am. Oh, I
don't know what I mean. I'm so mixed up. I don't know if I'm gay or what."

Chris held Rick close, "Does it matter about labels, Rick? "

Rick finally looked at Chris. "What do you mean?"

Chris smiled at him and stroked Rick's face with his fingers. "Gay,
straight, bi, non-binary, trans, genderfluid. They're just labels we can
choose to have if we want. Does it really matter who you like?"

Rick stared at Chris. "But you don't want people to know about you, do
you?"

"No, I value my privacy, so I don't want everyone to know what I do in my
private life. But it doesn't stop me."

"Are you gay?" Rick's voice was breaking as he said it. Chris shrugged, "I
don't really know and I don't particularly care. I might be on occasion,
and I might not be on others. If you want to know, I like boys and
girls. Sometimes more boys, sometimes more girls."

Rick looked away from Chris once more, struggling to come to terms with his
feelings.

"Look, Rick, if you enjoyed what we did, what you did. Does it matter so
much what you call yourself? If you like having sex with me, so be it, but
if you really want to stop, then we'll stop. I won't force you into
anything." Chris had his fingers crossed in his mind as he said that. "Tell
me, did you enjoy what we did?"

Rick nodded his head. He knew he shouldn't, but sitting there with Chris's
arm around him, holding him close, he felt such a desire for Chris, he
couldn't resist. Whatever resistance Rick felt was ebbing away so quickly,
there would be none left in a few seconds. He took a deep breath, let it
out slowly then turned quickly to look at Chris. Something broke inside
him, and he leaned forward and kissed Chris, putting his hands behind
Chris's head and pulling him into the kiss. He was kissing him so hard
Chris fell back onto the bed.

Chris wrapped his arms around Rick and held him tight. Rick broke the kiss
and pulled back, looking down on Chris. He smiled up at Rick, "I'll take
that as a sign you want to carry on."

Rick blushed crimson and Chris reached up to him and pulled him down into
another passionate kiss. Chris put his hands beneath Rick's t-shirt and
yanked it over his head. He kissed Rick's nipples and tweaked then with his
fingers. Rick winced and moaned somewhere in his throat. Rick loved the
sharp pain which blazed through him as his nipples were pinched. It was a
sign of his submission to Chris and he wanted it to go on and on. Chris did
it once more and Rick arched his back as the stab of pain flicked through
him again.

Chris undid his robe and shrugged it off his shoulders. He was naked
underneath it, and Rick looked down at the body beneath him with its erect
cock and he knew at that moment that Chris owned him. There was nothing he
would not do for Chris, and there was no going back.

"Take off your jeans." ordered Chris and Rick fumbled with his zip as he
tried to comply. He pushed down the jeans to reveal the panties that he had
been wearing all day. Chris grinned as he saw them.

"Good girl," he whispered. "You did wear them after all."

Rick heard what Chris called him, but he didn't care anymore. Chris could
call him whatever he wanted. He bent forward and nuzzled one of Chris's
nipples and licked and kissed the hard little nub. Chris put his hands
around Rick's head and began to push downwards. Rick felt the pressure on
his head and he knew what Chris wanted him to do. He resisted for a second
and then allowed Chris to push him further down. Rick kissed Chris's tummy
as he was pushed down, and then he felt something bump against his chin. He
was startled to realise it was Chris's cock. He raised his head a fraction
and then it was brushing against his lips. It felt hard and soft at the
same time. Rick shivered and then poked his tongue out to lick the tip. He
jumped as he felt the cock twitch and heard Chris giggle from somewhere
above him.

"Good girl, Rikkie, now just take it into your mouth."

This was it, thought Rick. This isn't Chris doing this to me, it's me doing
it. Once he did this, he knew he would be taking a step he could not come
back from. He moaned quietly, then slid open his lips and slipped them over
the top of Chris's cock. His tongue swirled around the head and it felt
spongy, and warm and hard. Not what he had thought at all. It felt good he
thought, and then Chris's hands pushed him further onto the cock. Rick
closed his eyes as he took more and more into his mouth. He heard a sigh
from Chris and he guessed he was doing OK so far. Chris began to rock his
hips up and down and Rick felt the cock begin to move in his mouth.

Chris had kept his hands on the back of Rick's head to keep him there, but
after that little attempt at resistance he knew that Rick had now given in
and would do exactly as he wanted. He slid his cock in and out faster and
faster, until, inevitably it popped out of Rick's mouth. He felt Rick gag a
little then slip the cock back into his warm mouth.

"Use your hand too," he told Rick, who started to stroke the cock as Chris
moved it in and out. Rick felt Chris's cock get harder, and he guessed that
he was close to cumming. Rick panicked and as Chris groaned and came to his
climax, Rick let the cock slip out, just as cum erupted from the tip. Rick
closed his eyes as cum splashed all over his face. He didn't see Chris
stroke his cock, but Rick felt more and more cum hit his face. He couldn't
stop his tongue from sliding through his lips to lick the cum that had
landed on his mouth. He opened his eyes to see Chris smiling down at
him. "That was lovely Rikkie, are you sure you haven't done this before?"

Rick shook his head. His tongue seemed to be stuck to the top of his mouth
and he couldn't say anything. Chris bent down and began to lick the cum
from Rick's face just as a cat might have done. Rick lay there, totally
spent, but the confusion had gone. He knew what he wanted, and that was
Chris.

There was something that he had to say to Chris. "There's something I have
to tell you, Chris."

`What's that sweetie?"

Rick gulped. `My boss knows about us."

Part Seven



Chris stared at Rick. "Rikkie, what have you done? What have you told him?"

"It's a her, not a him, and I haven't told her anything. She caught me in
the panties I was wearing the other day in the office, then she saw your
text message to me tonight and she put two and two together. I haven't told
her anything, but she sussed that something is going on."

Chris sat down on the bed. "Shit, shit, shit."

Rick came and sat next to him. "I don't think she really knows
anything. I'm sure she just thinks I'm your boyfriend or something, that's
all. She doesn't know who you are or what you do here."

Chris turned to him. "What we do here, you mean."

Rick blushed to the soles of his feet. "OK, what we do here."

"Rikkie are you sure she doesn't know anything?"

"No. Not about you. I'm the one who got caught."

Chris started to giggle. "She caught you in your panties? How?"

"It's not funny. I had to bend down in the office and she spotted them when
my jeans gaped open at the back."

"Oh my God, what did you say?"

"I told her we had a bet on the football, and you made me wear them for
losing the bet."

Chris laughed out loud. "Did she believe you?"

"I don't think so."

Chris fell back on the bed laughing. Rick was now redder than ever. "That's
priceless, Rikkie. I'm sorry, but it is funny. What did she do?"

"She took me for a drink and said that what I do outside of work is my
business."

Chris looked at the expression on Rick's face. "There's more, isn't there?
Tell me, Rikkie."

Rick was so embarrassed by now he couldn't bear to look at Chris. He
swallowed, "She said I had to wear panties at work all the time."

Chris put his hand up to his mouth and his eyes were wide open. "Noooooo,
so you wore them today to work?"

"Yes, and she checked I had them on."

Chris collapsed on the bed, holding his sides as he laughed. "Rikkie, you
are so wonderful." He pulled Rick back onto the bed and put his arms around
him. "So, Rikkie, are we boyfriends? Or girlfriends, maybe?"

Rick looked at Chris to see if he was joking. Chris was grinning and Rick
shrugged.

"Dunno, maybe, if you want to be." Rick was blushing furiously. "Oh, and
she wants me to go to Manchester with her on a work visit the day after
tomorrow as well. I'm petrified of her."

"Come on, Rikkie, she doesn't sound that bad. Go on, get back to your room,
I need my beauty sleep. I have some ideas about our show tomorrow
night. You'll love it, I promise."

Chris gave Rick a kiss and shoved him out of the door. "Sleep well
Rikkie. I need you to be full of energy for the show."

Rick stumbled back to his room and collapsed on the bed. What was he
getting himself into? He was getting in deeper and deeper all the
time. Where would this end? He rolled over on the bed and put the panties
to his nose. Rick slipped the panties back on and shivered as he felt the
lace cradle his cock and balls. He was obsessed with Chris. He knew he
would do whatever Chris wanted, without question, and he was as happy as he
could ever remember.

***

The next morning, Rick found a fresh pair of panties hanging on the
doorknob of the bathroom. Chris had obviously left them there before he
went to work. Rick showered and went back to his room and picked them
up. He slipped one leg into them, then the other and drew them gently up
his legs. As he felt them settle gently around his balls, he had to close
his eyes at the thrill of excitement that began to run through him. He
stroked his cock through the lace and began to harden instantly, his breath
shortening and his mind a kaleidoscope of images of himself and Chris.

He slipped down the front of the panties and let his little hard cock
spring free. He felt dizzy as he stroked himself harder and harder until he
felt the warmth spreading through him and he jerked as his cum spurted
out. His knees almost gave way and he had to steady himself against the
wall. He looked down and to his horror his cum had soaked the front of the
panties. He pulled them off and he realised he couldn't wear them in that
state. Shit, he thought, what should I do? He hurried through to the
kitchen and threw them into the washing machine along with the two other
pairs he had worn.

He frowned. Rhona would almost certainly check on what he was wearing when
he got to work. Only one thing for it, he had to buy some for
himself. There was a department store on the way to work and he would have
enough time to go in and buy some before work.

As Rick stood outside the store he began to panic. Remembering how
embarrassed he had been when his mum dragged him around the lingerie
section when he was growing up, he dreaded what was going to come next.

Lingerie was on the second floor and he rode the escalator up, emerging to
face racks and racks of brightly coloured bras and panties, hosiery and so
many other garments that he didn't know existed. He was blushing already,
and he scuttled along trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible
while he searched for the panties. Of course, instead of being unnoticed,
he stood out like a sore thumb. The sales assistant who was hanging some
new bras on the racks, spotted Rick immediately as he walked, still
blushing, between the racks.

She smiled to herself, she had seen that look many times before. She had
dealt with many men buying lingerie for themselves, and she had this one
pegged as an "It's for my girlfriend" type. She watched him as he stopped
in front of the racks of panties, looking bewildered. She walked up behind
him.

"What size is she?"

Rick nearly jumped out of his skin as he spun around to see the pretty
sales assistant standing right behind him.

"What?" he managed to squeak.

"Your girlfriend, what size is she?" Rick went as red as a beetroot and she
knew she had guessed right. "I mean, you are looking for your girlfriend,
right?"

Rick could hardly breathe now, let alone answer the girl. He nodded.

"Is she my size?" The girl smiled at Rick as he looked back like a deer
caught in the headlights. "Or, is she more like your size?"

Rick wanted to die. She knew, he thought. His heart was pounding as he
stood there, looking for the way out so he could bolt. The girl leaned into
him, touched his hand gently and whispered, "Don't worry, there's no need
to be embarrassed. I help a lot of young men buy lingerie for their..." she
paused for just a beat, "..girlfriends."

Rick swallowed and squeaked, "Thanks."

"Now, let's say she is your size, so that's a start. So, do you want to buy
plain or pretty?"

"Er, pretty," Rick mumbled.

"Lacy?"

Rick gulped and nodded, his face burning. The assistant felt a thrill at
the way he was responding to her. He really was very sweet. She looked him
up and down and smiled. "That's nice, she deserves to be pretty, I
think. Now follow me and I'll show you some lovely ones over here in your
size, I mean the size you want." She turned to make sure he was following
her. "My name's Alice, by the way. What's yours?"

"Rick." he mumbled.

She bent her head close to him, "No, what's your special name?"

"Rick went even redder, looking around to see if anyone else had
heard. "Er, er, Rikkie," he whispered as quietly as he could. Alice thought
he did look nice underneath all the embarrassment. His hair was held back
in a scrunchie, but she was sure he would look so pretty with it undone and
framing his narrow face.

"Rikkie, that's so cute. I love it. Now, here are some really pretty ones."
Alice was flicking with practised ease through the rack and she pulled off
a pair of pink panties, and to Rick's horror held them up against him.

"Don't do that, someone might see."

"No, they won't. We're the only ones here. How about these?" Alice held up
something else against his crotch and Rick squirmed with
embarrassment. "These are called boyshorts, quite appropriate don't you
think, Rikkie?"

Alice dropped both the pairs into a mesh bag and kept rifling along the
rack. "This one?" She held out a wisp of scarlet material in front of
Rick. "No, they're crotchless, or is your girlfriend ready for them, yet?"
Rick shook his head, aghast at the thought. "Pity, I think they would look
wonderful and so liberating. Ah, now this is perfect for you, I think." She
placed a piece of flimsy silk into Rick's hands, and he stood rooted to the
spot as he felt the silk sliding over his fingers. "That's a yes, then."
said Alice, as she watched the look of bliss flash across Rick's face. She
placed them in the bag and then said, "Now this is part of a matching set,
Rikkie. Bra, panties and suspender belt. These are to die for, don't you
think?"

Rick stared at the things Alice held in her hand. It was delicate shade of
ivory and French blue, with lace around the edges of the panties and the
suspender belt.

"Touch it, Rikkie, see how soft and pretty it is."

Rick's hand moved towards them. He wasn't controlling it, it was moving of
its own volition. His fingertips brushed the delicate ivory and blue
material and at that moment he knew he had to have them. He looked up at
Alice, excitement and desire lighting fires in his eyes. Alice bit her lip,
she was getting quite excited seducing this pretty little boy, and she
found herself getting wet. He was so sweet she could have thrown him down
and taken him there and then on the floor. She shook herself; she needed to
be professional. "You'll need some stockings to go with the suspenders,
Rikkie. I'll pop a couple of pairs in your bag. Tell you what, let's add
this purple set as well, they are so delicious. Follow me and we'll settle
up."

By now Rick was almost incapable of thinking for himself. He allowed Alice
to lead him to the tills, where she rang up the purchases, folded them
neatly and put them into one of the shop's bags.

"Don't tell anyone, but I've given you a little discount. I think you're
going to be one of my regular customers, don't you Rikkie?"

Rick nodded. "Thanks Alice. You've been very kind to me."

"It's been my pleasure, Rikkie, I hope your er, girlfriend loves the
lingerie," and gave Rick a big smile.

"Now for our records, do you have an e-mail address?"

Rick gave her one of his addresses.

"Phone number?"

Taken by surprise, Rick gave her his number.

"Rick, that's so nice of you to shop here. Here's my card." Alice picked up
a pen. "I've written my personal number on the back for you." She bent
forward and whispered, "Rikkie, if there's anything, I mean anything, I can
help you with, please give me a call."

He took the card from her in a daze and turned to leave. He had gone only a
few steps when he heard Alice call out, "Rikkie, don't forget your
lingerie." He whipped around and Alice was holding out the bag which Rick
had left behind in his confusion. A couple of women close by looked across
at Alice's words and smiled knowingly. Rick grabbed the bag and scuttled
out, his face once more burning.

Rick slipped into the coffee shop next to the office to try to calm down
before he went in. He ordered a cappuccino and sat staring into space
trying to figure out what had just happened to him. He took out the card
Alice had given him and the on the back was a phone number. He wouldn't
ever ring it, he thought, but as she had been so nice to him, he decided to
keep it. He slipped it into his wallet just as someone sat down next to
him.

"Been shopping?"

He looked round in shock to see Rhona grinning at him.

"Er, yes. Just picked up a few bits and pieces." He moved to push the bag
away from Rhona, but she beat him to it, opened it and peered inside.

"Well, well, Rick. What have we here?"

Rick wanted to die for the second time that day as Rhona began to rummage
around in the bag.

"You can't do that, that's private. Give it here." He tried to grab the bag
from her, but Rhona pulled it out of his reach once more.

"Rick, these are lovely. You have very good taste. She made to take
something out of the bag and Rick knew he would faint if she did.

"No, Rick, I won't take them out of the bag here. Just make sure you bring
that lovely purple set with you when we go to Manchester tomorrow."

Part Eight



Rick scurried into work, determined to stay away from Rhona as much as
possible. It was as busy day and he had to go sort out the Marketing
Director's laptop, which she had screwed up somehow. Rick spent an hour
trying to fix it remotely, but in the end had to her office to pick it up
and take it back to the office. Rhona, of course, was there and wanted to
know what he was doing. "She's important, Rick, don't screw it up. Don't
make me mad with you."

Rhona's mood became worse and worse during the day and she gave everyone in
the team a hard time. Rick began to worry about the next day and their trip
to Manchester. If she was in a mood like this tomorrow, it would be a
terrible trip, he thought. Finally, the shift came to an end, and everyone
else was out the door as fast as they could. Rick came back to the office
from delivering the Marketing Director's laptop to find Rhona still
there. He thought she had hadn't seen him, but as he went to collect the
bag with his shopping, she called out, "Rick, 8 o'clock at Euston, don't be
late." She glared at him as he turned to leave.

"OK, I'll be there."

"Oh, and don't forget what you need to bring."

Rick felt his face burning as she continued to stare at him.

"No. no. I won't." He fled the office as quickly as he could, hurried back
to the flat and rushed straight past Chris and into his room. He flopped on
the bed and started to thump the pillow in anger and frustration. Why
couldn't he stand up for himself? Why did he always have to give in to what
others wanted? He heard Chris tapping on his door.

"Go away," Rick shouted.

Chris knocked again. "Rick, let me in, what's up?"

"Oh, come in if you want, I don't care. Nobody listens to me anyway."

Chris came in and saw Rick stretched out on the bed. He sat next to him and
stroked his back.

"Rikkie, Tell me, what's up sweetie?"

Rick shrugged his shoulders and turned his head away. Chris kept stroking
Rick's back for a while and then stopped, thinking it would be best to
leave him alone for a while.

"Please don't stop," he heard Rick say.

Chris smiled to himself and resumed his steady stroking. Rick eventually
turned over and looked up. "It's just..."

"It's just what, Rikkie?".

"I don't understand what's happening to me. A few days ago, I would have
laughed if you told me what I would would be doing now. It's not just you,
it's Rhona too."

"Do you want to stop it, Rikkie?"

Rick groaned, "I don't know. I mean, I enjoy what we do, and it makes me
feel so good when we're doing, you know...things together."

"But?" whispered Chris.

Rick shook his head. "It's just, I feel so scared sometimes, that I'm
losing control of things." His eyes were glistening as he looked at Chris.

"Does that make you feel bad, Rikkie?"

Rick blushed, "Not all the time, no. I kind of like it when you tell me to
do things. You make me feel wanted. I was so lonely before we, you know..."

Chris gently stroked Rick's face. "Is that why you spent so much time on
porn sites?"

"I guess so, but then I found your site and everything changed. When you
invited me to watch and then when you did those things to me, I was so
confused. I mean, nobody ever took any interest in me in that way before,
and you made me feel so special, and wearing your panties, it was so
exciting. I liked the way it made me feel, so sexy and you were there to
teach me things. I'm not good at being in charge, you make it easy for me."

"Don't worry, Rikkie," Chris wrapped his arms around Rick and pulled him
close. "I'm here for you, and always will be, I'll look after you."

Rick melted onto the embrace and on an impulse kissed Chris on the lips. "I
feel safe when I'm with you."

"That's nice, Rikkie I want to look after you, make you feel good, do
things that you enjoy." Rick almost cried at Chris's words, because there
was someone who would look after him, wanted him to be happy. Chris pulled
Rick up, "Come on, how about we go for a drink? My treat."

Chris led the way to a pub Rick had never been to before. They stepped
inside and Rick instantly knew that it was a gay pub. He hesitated, and
Chris took his hand and pulled him in. "Come on, don't be shy. They won't
bite, unless you want them to, that is." Rick looked at Chris in horror.

"I'm joking, they're lovely in here. Everybody will love you." Chris held
Rick's hand as he pulled him into the pub, and then across to the bar. Rick
felt embarrassed to be holding Chris's hand, but it also felt strangely
nice he thought. He looked around, certain that everybody would be staring
at the two of them holding hands. Of course, nobody was paying any
attention to them. Duh, thought Rick, it's a gay pub. Chris made his way to
the bar, with Rick following behind, still grasping Chris by the hand.

There was a stool by the bar and Rick sat down. Chris ordered their drinks
and whispered in Rick's ear, "Don't look now, but the guy to your right is
an actor." Rick, of course, turned to look and his eyes widened as he saw
the tall, good looking man next to him. He recognised the actor and had
seen a couple of his TV appearances. He usually played hard man roles, but
he had his arm around the waist of a pretty looking boy who was looking up
at the actor with adoring eyes. "He likes your type," whispered Chris, "but
the little twink he's with might scratch your eyes out if you made a play
for him."

Rick's head snapped back from staring at the actor and he felt himself go
pink. Chris leaned in and whispered again in Rick's ear. "Wouldn't you like
a daddy to look after you, Rikkie? Would you like to wear your pretty
things for him? Make him happy when he comes home and you drop to your
knees and take his big, hard cock into your mouth? Are you sure you
wouldn't like that Rikkie?" Chris ended by flicking his tongue against
Rick's ear which made him moan. "Nooo," whispered Rick, shaking his head
before edging closer to Chris and away from the actor.

To tell the truth Chris's words had the mages they conjured had sent a
shiver through Rick. Chris was talking to someone next to him and it gave
Rick the chance to surreptitiously glance at the actor. He was tall and
slim and looked older than he appeared on the screen, thought Rick. His
hair was long and well cut, and Rick was stuck by his piercing blue
eyes. The boy who had been clinging to the actor had disappeared, and as
Rick stole another glance his way the man smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Scott,
who are you?"

Blushing, he said, "Rick, I'm Rick."

"Pleased to meet you, Rick." Scott reached out his hand and touched Rick's
arm. "Well, Rick with the lovely brown eyes, can I buy you a drink?"

Blushing even harder, Rick said, "Thanks, but I'm with my friend..." he
turned to look at Chris to find he had disappeared. "Oh, he was here."

"Looks like we've both been stood up, Rick. Let me get you a drink, then."

"No. I'm sure he'll be back soon." Rick was desperately looking around for
Chris.

"Until he comes back what don't you have a drink and keep me company." Rick
looked up at Scott and he was struck by the dark brown colour of his eyes,
and the thought flashed through his mind that Scott was the most handsome
man he had ever seen.

"Oh OK, then. A Peroni if that's OK?"

Scott turned to the barman and ordered two Peronis. Rick looked around
again, but there was no sign of Chris. Where the hell was he? Why had he
left Rick alone with this guy? Still, thought Rick, he wouldn't do any harm
to have a chat with the guy. You don't get the chance to talk to someone as
famous as Scott every day. Rick was feeling star struck, and he found
himself thinking Scott was very attractive. Scott turned to him with their
drinks and they clinked the bottles together.

"Cheers, Rick. I don't think I've seen you here before, have I? I surely
would have remembered someone like you."

Rick blushed and dropped his eyes before looking back up at Scott. "It's my
first time here. I came with my flatmate, Chris. He's the one who's
disappeared. But weren't you with someone?"

"Oh, you mean Carlo? Not really." Scott leaned forward close to Rick's face
and putting his hand gently on his shoulder. "He's pretty, but nothing
between the ears. It's like talking to a lamp post most of the time. He
can't string more than two words together." Rick felt light headed as Scott
kept his hand on his shoulder, giving Rick a close-up view of his blue
eyes.

"Are you and your flatmate an item then?"

"Oh no, we're just good friends." Rick knew he should go and find Chris,
but he couldn't break eye contact with Scott and his heart began to flutter
in his chest. "You're an actor, aren't you?" Rick blurted the words out and
Scott smiled.

"Yes, I am. Have you seen me in anything?"

"That thing you did last year about the army in Afghanistan, you were great
in that."

Scott grinned, "Thanks Rick, that's kind of you to say so." Scott took a
sip of his beer, then ducked his head towards Rick again. "Do you want to
know a secret?"

Rick nodded, his eyes wide open.

"You know the guy who played the bad guy? The one I killed at the end?"

"I remember." Rick could remember a small swarthy guy, playing a Taliban
warlord in the film.

"I fucked him all through filming. He's a little sissy really. Squealed
like a pig, when I had my cock in his arse. He could sure suck a cock
though." Rick's mouth dropped open and he felt himself blush.

"Oh, you look so pretty when you blush, Rick." Scott's hand dropped to
caress Rick's leg and he felt his cock begin to swell in his
trousers. Scott leaned closer to Rick and he whispered, "What are you
wearing tonight?"

Rick looked at him in surprise, "Whaaaat?"

"Are you wearing something pretty underneath your trousers?" Scott's
fingers slid across the front of Rick's trousers and squeezed his hard
little cock through the material. "Mmm, I see someone's pleased to see me
tonight." Rick felt his heart flip in his chest as Scott continued to
stroke his cock. He looked around in panic to see if anyone was watching
them, but nobody in the crowded and noisy pub was paying them any
attention. Rick closed his eyes and bit his lip as Scott continued to tease
his cock.

"You didn't answer my question, Rick. Are you wearing anything pretty
tonight?"

Rick could only nod, his face still burning and his little cock hard from
Scott's teasing fingers. Scott moved his hand from Rick's cock to take his
hand and moved it to Scott's crotch. Rick jumped a little as he fingers
brushed against a hard bulge, and he opened his eyes in surprise as he
realised it was Scott's cock he was feeling.

"Do you like that, Rick?" Scott was still whispering in Rick's ear, and he
felt dizzy as he listened to what Scott was saying. Scott covered Rick's
fingers with his hand and pushed them against the hardening bulge. Rick
knew that he should pull his hand away and leave, but something in Scott's
eyes made his stomach flip, and he began to stroke Scott's cock. It felt
big to Rick and he wondered what it would look like.

As if reading his mind, Scott whispered, "Would you like to see it, Rick?
Maybe even touch it?"

Rick felt his heart pounding in his chest as he continued to stroke Scott's
cock through his trousers.

"Come with me, Rick." Scott grabbed Rick's arm and he slid off the stool,
feeling his hardness tenting his trousers. In a daze, Rick allowed Scott to
lead him towards the back of the bar and through the door marked
toilets. Scott pushed open the door and went straight towards one of the
stalls, pulled Rick in after him and slid the lock closed on the
door. Rick's thoughts were completely scrambled by now. Half of his brain
was telling him to run, and the half telling him to enjoy what was
happening.

Scott grabbed Rick's head and pulled him in for a kiss, and Rick nearly
passed out as Scott's tongue pushed its way past his lips. After the
initial shock, Rick began to kiss him back, and put his arms around Scott's
neck as their kiss became more passionate. Scott's hands slid down to
Rick's bum and pulled him tight against his crotch. Rick felt Scott's hard
cock pushing into him and he began to feel hot and breathless. Panting, he
broke the kiss and Scott said, "Show me"

Rick was confused, "Show what?"

"Show me what you're wearing, you little sissy." Scott grabbed Rick's belt
and started to undo it. Rick made a feeble effort to stop him but Scott
batted away his hands and then the belt was undone and his zip was being
pulled down. Rick's legs wobbled, and he thought he would faint as Scott
pulled down his jeans to reveal the white lacy panties Rick had put on
before he and Chris came out.

"So pretty, Rick."

Scott stroked Rick's cock through the lace and he closed his eyes as Scott
hooked his fingers underneath the panties to allow Rick's cock to spring
free. "Oh, it's so small and sweet." Rick's face burned once more and then
felt Scott's hands push down on his shoulders and with his jeans now down
by his knees Rick couldn't stand up and fell down to his knees so that his
face was right in Scott's crotch. Scott unzipped himself and pulled his
cock out right in front of Rick's mouth.

It was as large as rick had thought, and the head glistened in the dim
light. Rick was almost hypnotised by it as it swung from side to side in
front of his eyes. He looked up and Scott grinned down at him, "Come on,
get on with it, you know you want to."

Rick opened his mouth to speak, but Scott slid his cock straight between
his lips. It made Rick gag as Scott pushed it right in, and he thought he
was going to choke. Scott pulled back a little and Rick took a breath
before swirling his tongue around the head to be rewarded with a hiss from
above. Feeling Scott's hands on the back of his head, Rick had no option
but to keep sucking. Scott was moving his hips backwards and forwards,
driving his cock in and out of Rick's mouth. He panicked as Scott's cock
filled his mouth, but he managed to catch his breath.

"That's fucking great, Rick, you have a hot mouth." Scott kept his hands
locked to the back of Rick's head.

Rick's mind was spinning, but somehow, he kept on going as Scott pushed his
cock deeper into his throat. He felt Scott tense and lock his hands around
his head so Rick couldn't move. Rick felt Scott's cock twitch and then cum
flooded into his mouth. He gagged, swallowed most of it, but some splashed
out of the side of his lips.

"That was good Rick, you make a lovely sissy." Scott tucked himself back
into his trousers, pulled up his zip and unlocked the door. He stepped over
Rick, opened the door and patted Rick on the head. "Now, you can brag you
sucked off a famous actor."

Rick slumped against the wall of the stall and tried to wipe away the cum
from his lips and chin. He finally managed to stand up on wobbly legs and
pulled his jeans back up. From outside he heard Scott's voice.

"With some practice, your friend will be very good one day."

Rick looked up and saw Chris outside the stall staring at him, his eyes
wide open. Rick staggered forwards into Chris's arms and began to cry.

Part Nine



Rick had confessed everything to Chris, who hadn't stopped saying sorry for
leaving him alone. Chris dragged him back to the flat where Rick collapsed
onto the sofa. Chris wrapped his arms around him and tried to get him to
calm down. What Scott had done to him freaked Rick out, and it felt good to
have Chris hold him tight until he got himself back under control. Chris
kept apologising and Rick told him to stop. It wasn't his fault he said,
he'd been so star struck and Scott had just taken advantage of that. Calmer
now, he said goodnight to Chris and stumbled to his room.

He lay in bed for a long time, unable to sleep, his mind thrashing around
trying to understand how he felt. It had been stupid to go along with
Scott, but he had felt so excited, and yet still ashamed. He must have
drifted off to sleep, waking only when his alarm dragged him back to
consciousness at 6.30. It was far too early, but he didn't want to be late
for Rhona. He showered and hesitated for a moment before sighing and
pulling on a pair of his new panties. Rick loved the feeling as the soft
material slid up his legs before settling around his little cock and balls.

Packing his overnight bag his fingers trembled as he picked up the purple
bra and panties, together with the suspender belt and stockings which Rhona
had told him to bring. He stroked the soft, lacy material and immediately
his cock started to harden. He closed his eyes and for the umpteenth time
asked himself what was happening to him. He felt like a moth being drawn
towards the light, powerless to resist. He shivered as he tried to imagine
Rhona had in store for him. It scared him for sure, but he couldn't deny he
was excited as well.

He arrived early at Euston Station, so he bought himself a coffee and sat
down to check his e-mails. There was one from an address he didn't
recognise entitled Were you happy with what you bought? Intrigued, he
opened it to see it was from the store where he had bought his lingerie
yesterday. The colour rose to his cheeks as he recalled the embarrassment
he had endured, but he also remembered how sweet the girl there had been.

Hi Rick. It's Alice from the store. You bought some lovely lingerie from me
yesterday. I wanted to ask if everything was all right with what you
bought? Did it all fit OK? Let me know if there's anything you're not happy
with. I really enjoyed serving you. It's rare that I get to help someone as
sweet as you. I hope you don't mind me saying this, and I don't do this
with all my customers, but would you like to meet for a coffee
sometime. Would that be possible? If it isn't, don't worry. But, if you do,
call me on the number I gave you.

XXX Alice.

He stared at the screen, not quite able to believe what he was reading, his
face reddening as it was obvious she had known it was all for him. But, she
wanted to meet him? Was this some kind of joke? He was trying to make sense
of what she had written when he saw Rhona walking across the station
concourse. Rick slammed down the lid on his laptop, picked up his bag and
hurried after her. He caught up with her at the barrier and she smiled when
she saw him.

"Good morning, Rick. Let's get on board, shall we?"

At least she seemed to be in a better mood than yesterday. She nodded to
her bag, and it was obvious she meant him to carry it for her. It was one
of those bags with wheels, so Rick carried his own bag and pulled Rhona's
behind him. Their carriage was at the front of the train and it impressed
Rick to see they were in First-Class. Rhona went straight in, leaving Rick
to struggle in with both their bags. He put both bags up on the rack and
sat down to find Rhona looking quizzically at him.

"You look tired, Rick. Rough night?"

"No, no. I didn't sleep that well."

He couldn't keep eye contact with her as he recalled what had happened to
him last night.

"Listen carefully to me, Rick. I need you on your A game today. We have a
long day ahead. There's a lot of cleaning up we need to do, and the fucking
idiots we employ up there have made it worse. I can't have you moping
around half asleep, don't let me down."

"I won't Rhona, I promise."

They spent the journey going over what they needed to do when they arrived
and Rhona tasked him with some complex problem solving. He knew he could
handle it, so long as he could focus. Somehow, the panties he was wearing
had worked up the crack in his bum and he couldn't get comfortable. Rhona
noticed he was squirming around in his seat.

"What the fuck's up with you? You're driving me crazy twitching
around. What's the matter?"

Rick went bright red, "Nothing, I'm all right."

He stopped for a moment but it wasn't long before he started to jiffle
around again.

"Rick, what's the problem? You look like you've got your panties in
a... Oh, so that's what it is." She smirked at him and Rick went even
brighter red.

"Go and sort yourself out, for God's sake."

Rick scuttled down the carriage to the toilet, rearranged his panties and
not for the first time wondered what he had ever done to deserve this. When
he got back to his seat, breakfast was being served which saved him from
any more comments from Rhona. It was bad enough she spent the entire time
smirking at him. He ate his food, looking out the window as much as he
could to avoid her eyes.

"Rick, look at me."

He dragged his eyes away from the view and looked at her.

"Did you bring what I asked you to?"

He nodded, unable to speak.

"That's good, we will have such a lovely time together, after we finish
work." he shivered as he tried to imagine what she meant.

It wasn't long before the train pulled into Manchester Piccadilly and they
grabbed a taxi to go to the offices. Once there, it was clear to Rick that
Rhona's reputation had gone ahead of her as the guys in IT seemed terrified
of her. One guy tried to stand up to her and Rick saw her eyes flash. Rick
jumped in and suggested a solution which seemed to calm the
situation. Rhona glared at Rick, and he wondered if he would pay for that
later.

The day flew past and Rick and Rhona were checking off the list of tasks
they needed to do. By 7 o'clock, the rest of the team had long gone,
leaving Rhona and Rick on their own. "Just as well," Rhona had muttered
when they left, "They're a bloody useless bunch of wankers. Come on Rick,
let's pack it in for tonight. We're well ahead so if we get an early start
tomorrow we'll be on our way back to civilisation early."

Seeing the puzzled look on Rick's face, she laughed, "I mean London, not
this sad excuse for a city Although it has its attractions as we're going
to find out sweetie. By the way, remember when you jumped in to stop me
chewing that idiot out?"

"Er, yes."

"Well, it was the right suggestion, well done."

Rick sensed there was a but coming.

"Just never do it again, you understand. I wanted to teach him a lesson,
you got in my way." She winked at him, "I may have to punish you a little
for that."

Rick's face dropped. Rhona reached over and stroked his face, "But I
promise you'll enjoy it. Now, come on, we'll drop our bags at the hotel and
hit the town."

Rick groaned to himself, all he wanted to do was to sleep. Rhona left him
to pull her bag out to the front of the office where she hailed a taxi. It
didn't take them long to get to the hotel where Rhonda left him to pay the
taxi as she strode into reception telling him she would check them both
in. Rick wheeled in her bag, flopped onto a chair and watched as there
seemed to be a heated discussion going on between Rhonda and the
receptionist. She turned and walked back to him and he knew something was
wrong.

"There's been a balls-up with the reservation. They have us down for one
room, not two. There isn't another room available in the hotel as there's
some fucking huge convention in town. It's one room or nothing. So, I said
yes, we would share."

Rick's heart sank like a stone. Share a room with Rhona? She had to be
joking.

"Isn't there something they can do?" He squeaked.

She gave him one of her looks, "No, I told you there is only one
room. Every hotel in the city is full tonight. You won't mind, will you?
It's got single beds. I won't tell anyone if that's what you're worried
about."

That was the least of his worries, thought Rick, but there didn't seem to
be any alternative, so he nodded meekly and followed Rhona over to the
lifts. Rhona opened the door to the room and stood back to let Rick take in
the bags. He stopped dead as he saw the double bed.

He turned round to Rhona, "But, you said it had two single beds."

"Did I? Well, they must have made a mistake. Still, it will be all right,
won't it? It's just us girls here."

Rick flushed and thought he had to stop this now.

"Look, sharing a room is one thing, but we can't share a bed."

Rhona stood right in front of Rick and looked down at him. "Listen, let's
get one thing straight right now. You will do what I tell you, my little
princess, or you will regret it. Is that clear?"

Rick's heart fluttered and his courage slipped away as he stared into
Rhona's eyes. He couldn't maintain the eye contact and as his eyes dropped
downwards, Rhona knew she had won.

"Come on, princess, let's unpack and then get something to eat."

Rick wanted to tell her to stop calling him that but the look in her eyes
put paid to that. He put his bag on the bed and unzipped it, Rhona's scent
filling his nostrils as she stood beside him and she chuckled as she saw
the lingerie peeking out from his open bag. Before he could stop her, she
slid her hand inside the bag and pulled out the bra and panties. His face
burnt as she held them up in front of him.

"Oh yes, my little girl, so pretty. These will do very nicely tonight. I
see you've got a matching suspender belt and stockings. I want you to wear
all these when we go out under your clothes."

For one desperate moment Rick thought he could make a run for it, but Rhona
stroked his face with her fingers and he felt his tummy flip.

"Rick, you know you want to wear these, don't you? After all, you did bring
them with you, didn't you? You could have left them behind, but you put
them in your bag by yourself, so I think you really want to wear them. Come
on, sweetie, we will have lots of fun tonight, I promise you. You will have
the time of your life. Now while I'm freshening up in the bathroom, I want
you to get changed into that pretty lingerie."

She leant forward and lightly brushed her lips across his. He opened his
eyes wide and a jolt like an electric shock surged through him. Rhona
walked across to the bathroom and before closing the door, turned and
smiled. "Don't worry honey, we're going to have a great time tonight."

Rick's heart was hammering in his chest. What was he going to do? He knew
he should leave, catch a train or something back to London. But his legs
would not move. Staring at the bathroom door, he wondered not for the first
time how he had got himself into this situation. What Rhona had said
terrified him. But buried in that terror was an excitement which made his
head spin. He had never felt like this before and he didn't know how to
cope with it. She made him feel weak and submissive, but deep down he knew
that was what he craved. All he wanted to do was to please her.

Sucking in a deep breath, he held it until he felt dizzy before blowing out
his cheeks and unzipping his jeans.

***

Rhona smiled to herself as she got herself ready in the bathroom. She could
imagine the conflict raging in his mind.  She could tell he was a natural
submissive and there would be a fight between that part of him and the
remaining vestige of his resistance.  She was betting his desire to follow
and submit would win over his fast fading pride. He wanted to be led, and
he wanted to feel that he belonged to someone. He had been waiting for
someone like her all his life; he just hadn't realised it. She chuckled to
herself as she thought he didn't know it yet, but by the end of the night
he would be doing everything she told him. He really was a pretty little
thing. There was a little resistance left in him, but she knew that with a
little more persuasion she would drive that out of him. Her pussy tingled
with the thought of what she would be getting him to do later on, and she
gave herself a stroke with her fingers and thought about bringing herself
to a climax. She told herself that would be a waste with what she would
achieve later on if everything went to plan.

By the way Rick looked this morning she knew something had happened last
night to him, but she wasn't that interested. She was, however, curious
about the roommate. Chris, that was his name. It was pretty clear they were
together, but in what way she didn't know. Rick was so submissive she
guessed Chris would be the top. She wondered if they had fucked. It would
be fun to get them together and play with both of them. Her pussy was now
wet, and she had to force herself not to use her fingers, put on her coat
as well as the fuck me heels she had packed. She reapplied her lipstick,
then shrugged on her coat and went out to see Rick.

She had to choke back a laugh as she saw the look on his face. He was so
nervous, but Rhona guessed he had done what she told him. She kissed him on
the lips and he allowed her tongue to take control of his mouth. She ran
her hands over his back and found the bra strap under his shirt. She stood
back and spun him round. She took the pink collar from her pocket and
slipped it around his neck before he knew what was happening.

"What have you done?" His voice gave away his fear, and she calmed him down
a little by stroking his shoulders.

"Sssh, it's nothing to worry about. It looks so pretty on you. Here, take a
look."

She swung him round to face the mirror, and she looked over as his shoulder
as his fingers touched the collar. His eyes were wide as he looked back at
her in the mirror.

"Why did you do this? I can't go out wearing this." He was practically
begging her by now.

"Don't be so uptight, I think it looks nice and it will remind you that
you're mine."

She felt him shiver as she said the words but he didn't resist. Whatever
was left of his will was now slipping away and she was nearly there. Rhona
shushed him out of the door and Rick nervously peered around to see if
anyone was looking.

"Come on, you silly girl, let's get going."

Every time she called him that, or Princess, his tummy made a little flip
and he felt almost giddy. Rhona pushed him out of the door and Rick
scurried along the corridor terrified he would meet someone. He kept
putting his hands to the collar around his neck and Rhona slapped his
backside.

"Stop it, you little tart. It draws attention to you."

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere you will love, I promise." She squeezed his backside and he
squealed, making a couple walking past look over and Rick blushed scarlet
as they smirked at him. Rhona took his hand and led him past the bars and
clubs along Canal Street until she reached an alleyway you might have
missed altogether. She gripped Rick by the elbow and almost frogmarched him
down the narrow alley until they reached an anonymous door. She rapped on
the door, took a step back and looked up at something above the door. Rick
followed her eyes towards a small red LED and he it was a camera pointing
straight at them. The door opened halfway and Rick had to squint into the
bright light.

"Rhona, long time no see. You are a sight for sore eyes." Rick couldn't see
who was speaking, but the voice was raspy, as if they had smoked too many
cigarettes. Rick glanced at Rhona. It was obvious she was no stranger here.

"Genevieve, shut up and just let us in."

A throaty laugh came from behind the door. "Always the charmer. One day
I'll shut the door in your face."

Rhona smiled, "Won't ever happen. You love me too much."

Genevieve snorted, but the door opened and Rick immediately thought it was
a man in a tuxedo who had opened the door. A closer look made him realise
it was a woman in drag. Her short blonde hair had been slicked back into a
man's style and whilst the tux made her look masculine, Rick felt a
stirring in his groin and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Who's your pretty little friend?" Genevieve looked at Rick with
undisguised interest.

"She's mine," said Rhona, in a `keep your hands off' tone of voice. Rick
blushed at what Genevieve had said.

"Ohh, she's so sweet. Are you sure I can't play with her?"

"No, she's taken. Who's in tonight?"

"It's quiet so far. You looking for anyone in particular?" Genevieve was
still looking hungrily at Rick and he tried to hide behind Rhona.

"Not really, is the playroom open?"

Genevieve nodded at Rick. "Her first time?"

"Yes, she has to learn." Rhona pushed Rick in front of her and Genevieve
leant forward close to Rick's face and said "Boo!"

Rick squealed and jumped backwards. "Stop it, Genevieve. Now let us in."

"OK, but if you get bored with her, let me have a go."

"Not going to happen." Rhona pushed Rick through the door and into a small
hallway. Rick's mind was spinning with what he had heard. What would happen
in here? What did Genevieve mean about giving her a go? What was the
playroom? Rhona pushed him through a bead curtain into what looked like a
bar. It was dimly lit and Rick could only make out the shapes of people in
the shadows. He heard a slap followed by a girlish voice giggling. From
another corner someone moaned "Ohhhhhhh."

Rhona opened another door and pushed Rick inside. He stumbled and almost
fell, but as he straightened up, he saw an Asian woman in the middle of the
room spotlit from above. Her naked body glistened in the lights as she
stood over a chubby white man lying prostrate on the floor, her feet either
side of his head. She smiled as she saw Rhona.

"Hi, how you been, bitch?"

"It's good to see you again, slut."

Rick stood transfixed by the scene as Rhona walked across to the girl and
kissed her on the mouth. Rick's mouth dropped open and his cock twitched in
his panties. Rhona cupped the girl's breasts in her hands.

"Later, babe." The girl giggled. "This miserable piece of shit wants to eat
me."

The girl squatted down on her haunches over the man's face and Rick saw his
tongue flick out to touch her pussy. Rick's cock stiffened even more as the
man began energetically licking the girl's glistening pussy lips, and he
couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. The man's cock
was hard and pointing straight up as the girl bounced on his face and he
gasped as she slapped him hard on his erection.

"Shut up and make me cum, you useless worm." She sat down on his face and
Rick thought she would suffocate him, but she raised herself and he gulped
in a lungful of air.

"Keep licking my pussy." She barked at him and Rick could see the man's
tongue flicking against her pink pussy. His hand crept down to his groin
and rubbed his cock which was now painfully hard. Rhona slapped his hand
away and Rick turned to look at her and his mouth dropped open at what he
saw. She had taken off her coat as he had been the couple to reveal a red
basque and panties with sheer black stockings. He trembled and felt dizzy
as he watched her pull her hair back into a ponytail.

"What is going on?" he mumbled. Rhona glared at him.

"Princess, in the playroom you will call me mistress. Do you understand?"

Rick's pulse raced, and he thought he would faint. He knew he had lost any
control of what was happening. He had fallen under Rhona's spell and it was
too late to back out now.

"Wake up. I asked you if you understood?"

Rick nodded, his tongue thick inside his mouth.

"I want you to say it, princess."

"Er, yes, I mean mistress." His voice was thick with fear and, he realised
with a shiver, excitement.

"What happens in the playroom stays in the playroom. That's rule one. Is
that clear?"

The man on the floor groaned loudly and Rick's eyes slid away to look at
him. The Asian girl had cum over his face and she was rubbing her pussy
hard against him.

"Don't look at them, look at me." Rick squealed as Rhona grabbed his cock
through his trousers.

"Yes, mistress."

"Second rule is that you do exactly what I tell you. Clear?"

Rick nodded, then realised his mistake, "Yes, mistress Rhona."

She squeezed his cock again. "No real names in the playroom. That's rule
three. You will be princess and I am mistress."

"Yes, mistress."

"Good. if you behave yourself we will both enjoy ourselves. But, if you
don't behave, then I might have to punish you. Come to think of it, I might
punish you anyway, but for now, strip. I want to see that pretty lingerie."

Rick looked wildly around him, trying to make sense of what was
happening. He felt overloaded by the emotions swirling around him; he was
scared, but also acutely aware his cock was rock hard. He made out things
in the room he hadn't seen because his had been looking at the girl and the
man. Arranged around the walls just out of the glare of the spotlights he
saw what looked like whips, handcuffs and other objects he didn't
recognise. There seemed to be a cross on one wall with restraints attached
to it.

Rhona saw his eyes widen. "Don't worry about those, princess. They're not
for you. Well, not this time, anyway. Now get those jeans and your shirt
off."

Rick's hands trembled and his fingers felt huge as he tried to undo his
belt.

"I'm waiting, princess. Do it now."

Rick pushed off his trainers and fumbled his jeans open. He shoved them
down his legs before pulling his shirt over his head. He stood blinking in
the light of the spotlights, his hands covering his groin, shame burning
his face as he stood there clad only in the bra, panties, suspender belt
and stockings.

"Mmm, she's so cute," the girl almost purred as she looked Rick up and
down. "She's perfect" Rick tried to squirm away.

"Oh no you don't," growled Rhona. "Stand still and put hands behind your
back."

He did as he was told, and he felt so vulnerable wearing the lingerie in
front of the two of them he dropped his eyes to the floor.

"Kneel, princess."

Sliding to his knees he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the floor. He didn't
want to look at Rhona or the girl.

"That's very good, now look up."

Rick dragged his eyes from the floor to see the girl had moved to sit on a
chair with the man kneeling to one side with his hands behind his back and
his eyes looking down at the floor.

Rhona walked behind him and she stroked his hair. "Don't move, princess."

He heard a click followed by a tug on the collar. Rick's heart lurched as
he realised Rhona had fastened a lead to the collar.

"Now crawl over here, on your hands and knees." Rhona tugged on the lead,
pulling Rick onto all fours and she began to pull him across the
floor. Rick leant forward and crawled the few yards across to where the
girl sat with her legs crossed. He sat back on his heels and kept his eyes
firmly on the floor once more. He felt hot and dizzy at the thought of the
naked girl sitting in front of him.

Rhona's voice cut through his thoughts again. "There's one more rule,
princess. At times, I will want you to do things for my friends. Do you
understand?"

Rick nodded, eyes still on the floor.

Rhona's voice was like a whip crack. "Princess, I didn't hear you say
anything."

"Yes, mistress." Rick mumbled the words, not sure what she meant about
doing things for her friends.

"That's good, because my slut friend here wants you to do something for
her."

Startled, his eyes flicked up to see the girl grinning at him. She bent
forward, "I love to have my toes sucked, will you do that for me,
princess?"

Rick glanced up at Rhona in surprise. Was she serious?

"Answer her, princess."

Rick tried to say something but his tongue wouldn't work properly. He
nodded instead, and the girl moved her foot towards his face.

"Kiss them first, little girl." Her voice was soft and smooth and Rick
tried to resist but he could see Rhona out of the corner of his eye and he
knew he would have to do this to please her. He closed his eyes, bent
forward and kissed the girl's big toe with the tip of his tongue. She
giggled and Rhona said, "Good girl, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

To be continued