Youre My Bitch Now

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