Kristina's life had improved drastically in the past two years. Most people would consider getting a divorce at thirty years old pretty bad. A divorce due to her husband's infidelity with his coworker. And his other coworker. Not to mention her own older cousin. The divorce had been swift and uncontested. He had tried to show remorse, but she would have none of it. She now had half his assets, including a small chain of coffee shops.
Her revenge had only begun once Kristina had control over money and assets that came with the divorce. Her husband had always been sensitive of his dick's proportions. A barely average five inches, with just enough girth to not be considered skinny. At five-foot-six with a light skin tone, neck length dirty blonde hair and a pair of larger sized C-cup breasts followed by a relatively toned but soft body she found it relatively easy to locate men with significantly larger cocks than her husband's. She got quite a thrill from the pictures and videos she took with a multitude of men, taking glee in delivering them to her husband, whom she knew still cared and would be hurt. She knew this wasn't a good thing, but she felt incredible every time she thought of him seeing her pleased by a much larger dick.
She would often watch her own videos, getting off to wondering what her ex-husband must be feeling when he saw these. She hoped it hurt, deep, inside. She wanted him to question himself on the deepest levels. And while she was now extremely well off, she was not set for life. Her experiences with how easy it was to find men willing to recorded and how liberating and amazing it felt led her down the path of a dominatrix. She found herself intoxicated by the pleasure she received from these men willing to pay her to enjoy herself. For over a year she saturated herself in this role, exploring, finding new peaks of sexual pleasure. Any situation that involved her power over a man was like an addiction to her. The things she made them do, the ledges she walked them right up to the edge of.
But lately, she had felt the new highs were more and more difficult to obtain. While she enjoyed humiliating some for their wives cheating on them, and others for their enjoyment of gay pornography, they didn't fulfill her, they were just new to her for a time. As time passed, she fulfilled many a customer's fantasies, but her own were going unanswered. She wanted to completely own and humiliate a man, she wanted to mould him sexually into the most humiliating thing to men: a faggot. Not just one who sucked dick and got fucked. The most submissive, perverted sissy faggot, who loved other men in all aspects.
She had searched for this for months, and spoken with many prospects, but none wanted to go through with what she described. For her part, Kristina was somewhat dismayed, even if she found the perfect candidate, she would know they initially were willing participants. She, however, wished that her participant were unwilling. She wanted to change that unwillingness, using any method she had.
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As usual, things happen when and why we are least expecting them. One evening, after a particularly pleasant session with a client whose dick she hadn't let out of chastity in weeks, Kristina's iPhone vibrates on the table, as her client leaves. Closing the door, the phone vibrates again multiple times in succession, the subtle noise that she's received an e-mail.
As the owner of several of her ex-husband's coffee shops, she had just installed security and monitoring software on all their point of sales machines as well the back of office computers, after several locations were suspected of fraud involvement.
The monitoring software would send her an e-mail when certain questionable websites were accessed, and from there she could click on a link to remotely view any of the computers. The first e-mail was because Facebook was accessed, and she wanted her employees working, not on Facebook. Not that she minded, the location that was showing the access was on the Fifth Street location and at this time of the evening, it would be her nephew, once removed, Trey.
The cousin who slept with her husband's son. Trey has been working the closing shift there for the last two years, while he went to University, as a favour from her ex-husband to her cousin. While the divorce happened, and she had barely spoken to her cousin, she had seen no reason to punish Trey for other people's mistakes. He was a quiet k**, barely twenty two years old. Barely taller than Kristina herself, with a slender build a mop of brown hair, he had reliably been closing the store five nights a week for the past two years while paying his own expenses during University. She trusted him, and rarely gave him a thought, she was much too focused on her own activities.
Shrugging, she figured she would need to tweak the settings, today was the first day it had been installed at this location. However, several more e-mails buzzed in to her phone. As she scrolled through the e-mails, slightly guilty for intruding on his privacy, she paused. There were several porn tube types sites opened as well in quick succession, all from the same location, the back office computer for the Fifth Street shop. She quickly hurried over to a computer, curious. She logged in, wondering what she'd find as she accessed the remote desktop for that computer. She had never thought of Trey as a sexual being, just a shy younger guy, and her nephew. What did he like? What was he looking at? Now that she was aware of it, she simply had to know. She slightly inhaled, holding her breath as the program showed her what was on his screen: a bulging penis' outline against a pair of boxers.
Kristina stared at it for several moments. Was her nephew gay? He didn't seem very gay at all in her interactions with him, though he had never mentioned a girl. While her mind started to wander, she watched his screen. Changing from tab to tab in a browser, each with different videos. A scene with a brunette worshipping a cock and balls with her lips and her mouth. Another picture, of a woman roughly being fucked, doggy style. He would stay on one for a minute or two, then move to the next.
And while the first two were purely heterosexual, the next tab contained a video of young man on his knees, a cock in his mouth, and his own large, straining erection, bobbing in time with his sucking. He watched that a bit longer, his mouse not moving for several minutes before moving on. The next clip had two men, pressed up together, their dicks pushing into each others They were passionate, groping, kissing, necking and half way through one of them mounted the other from behind. Trey continued to click back and forth, watching two men fill a woman at both ends, a cock gobbling bimbo blonde getting face fucked, and finally, a lengthy video clip of a decently muscled man with a thick dick pounding a cute guy with shoulder length brown hair. He was on his back, his dick sticking up in the air, wobbling every time the other man thrust into him, and Trey let this video go all the way to the end.
Kristina was barely aware of her own hand, rubbing at her panties. She was quickly wet, and was getting that heady feeling. As the screen stayed on the end of the clip for several moments, she thought about what she had just witnessed. Her nephew definitely got off on dicks. And it looked like several types of men as well. She continued to play with herself as he closed it all the tabs he had porn in, checking in on a couple of dating sites. He hadn't received any messages, sent off a couple to some girls, and after a short wait, closed everything.
Kristina crawled into her bed after closing her computer. She got comfortable, slipping off her tights and panties, which were soaking wet. She was incredibly turned on, but conflicted. This was the chance she had been looking for. If he wasn't gay, he certainly was at least bi. She could work with that. He was young, and impressionable, and from the quick glance she had seen, he didn't seem to be getting anything on the dating front either. Sure, he asked out girls, but he also liked to see a guy get fucked too. She could make him completely gay, she knew she could. He was obviously repressing his desires.
But, unlike her customers, this wasn't a consensual fantasy. An hour or evening here or there, and then they could return to their regular lives. She would try to make him utterly gay, in all regards. However, Trey was her nephew. He was just a young adult, going to school and working at a coffee shop. This would affect everything, if she did it right, and she wasn't sure she wanted to do that to him. It wasn't his fault his mother had slut-ted it up with her ex-husband.
She let herself have a wonderful orgasm imagining on some of the things she could likely convince him into doing, and floated off to bed. However, the next day, it was all she could think about it. As she went about her day, she eagerly checked the time, wondering and hoping that he would do the same thing again today. The day went by slowly, almost as if it was a count down until 9:00PM, when the store closed. She constantly refreshed her remote viewing program, waiting to see if the back of office computer was accessed. And it was accessed.
In fact, every night from Monday to Friday, several minutes after 9:00PM on went to the computer. It became her routine, waiting to see what her nephew was going to look at that night. And while she was attempting to resist using him for her own twisted pleasures, she couldn't help but wonder. Over the week she learned several things about Trey: He led a very typical life, she could see all his exchanges over Facebook, how school was, how his roommates were annoying and he had no privacy, what new game was exciting, the typical.
No one seemed to have a clue about some of his tastes, was clear. I could see his dating luck never existed, as it was constantly bemoaned, and in the time I watched, a woman never even visited his dating profile, let alone sent him or responded to a message. I watched him fill out answers to silly relationship and life style questions. Yes, he had tried weed. No, he hadn't had a partner of the same sex. Yes, he liked tattoos and wanted one himself. Helped explain why he was always on the closing shift at work, if he had no privacy at home, and he was trying to hide something.
Secondly, she became convinced her nephew was significantly repressing some gay urges. Her cousin, Sophie, on reflection, had often used negative gay slurs, so who knows? But while his porn consumption showed plenty of heterosexual couplings and lesbian as well, there was a significant amount of all types of gay porn. Mostly single man on man. Videos of men on their knees, sucking, getting slapped in the face with dick. Cute younger men being fucked, their less than average penises throbbing the whole time. But, sometimes it was the cute skinny young man getting sucked, and fucking. Sometimes it was even with significantly older men. Sometimes, it was two muscular men going at it. Clips of cock sucking training, deriding and cruel. He would occasionally browse Craigslist, under both w4m and m4m, and mostly clicked on the m4m adds, of all kinds. He never actually responded to any.
It ended up being too much for Kristina. This was too perfect a chance, it felt as if the stars had aligned to grant her everything she had wanted. She rationalized by fact that she knew she could provide Trey with an incredible sexual experience, that he would never achieve on his own, that was certain. Certainly he was gay, and he could be happier by admitting it, and she could help him admit it. And as an added bonus of turning him into a pure faggot, she would also be turning her cheating, slutty cousin's only son into gayest faggot she could imagine.
Once she gave herself permission to turn her nephew into a gay man, her mind started planning for how to get him there, how to manipulate him. She wanted more than that, she wanted him to be so gay that women couldn't turn him on. To understand his place, which she would explain to him. She wanted him to be deeply humiliated and ashamed of his desires, but to accept them. To be turned on by them, which seemed like it shouldn't be too difficult. She wanted as much control of him as she could, she wanted his head full of the thoughts she planted there.
Kristina masturbated herself pleasantly through several orgasms, plotting her nephew's demise, every aspect of it, and each and every step in the progression of reducing any straight tendencies he might have, or have in the future. All she had to do was pull it off, and she was confident she could do it, she had a perfectly insidious way to get there.
As she cleaned herself up post-orgasm, she mused sadly. Poor Trey didn't have a clue what was about to happen to him, she thought. She texted him, advising she'd be by at closing time on Monday, to check in on a few things at that store.
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Monday came slowly for Kristina. She spent the weekend perfecting her approach, how to go from trusted aunt and pushing his boundaries, to his sexual confidant. How to do it while she made him feel amazing orgasms even while he felt ashamed. For their meeting, she had chosen wear a low cut blouse that gave a generous view of her breasts. Her make-up was light and she had on a pair of pleasant to the eye yoga tights.
She waved through the window of the coffee shop, it was a few minutes past 9:00PM, the customers were gone and the lights were still on. She mused idly while he unlocked the door. She had chosen to come at closing not only because it was a time private and alone, but because he obviously regularly masturbated at this time, and she wanted his normal time interrupted, ready, but delayed. She initiated a quick hug, not rare but not common either, and made sure to press her boobs into him as she gave him a peck on the cheek. She noticed it seemed like he had virtually no facial hair, despite being twenty-two years old.
Nicolas, for his part, did take note of the feel of breasts pressed against him, but shook it off quickly. He was a bit nervous, as his aunt didn't check in on him often, and hoped it wasn't bad news.
They made small talk about how he was ("Fine, school's doing well. How are you?"), how she was?
"Well, I've been keeping busy. These places don't run themselves, y'know? It's kind of why I'm here today, I needed to discuss something with you." Kristina said, looking somewhat bashful. Trey looked confused, and nodded at her to continue.
"Well, as you might remember, one of the other stores had some fraud stuff going on. Because of that, I got some security and monitoring software installed. We did this overnight, because what would be the point if everyone knew." Kristina got through it in a roundabout way, checking Trey' face out for any reaction. She couldn't see if he had made the connection yet, so she continued.
"Certain sites you visit-" instant recognition in his eyes, though he hardly moved, I knew he knew. "-ed in the evenings." She continued "I feel kind of silly asking, Trey, but... you're gay, right?"
Trey was almost shaking. "No, I'm not gay." He heard himself say. He wasn't. It was just fantasy porn that he got off to sometimes. He knew how absurd the thought was as soon as he had it.
However, Kristina just looked at him with what could only be interpreted as a kindly, understanding look. "Honey, it's OK to be gay. I want you to know, I'll be very supportive of you." She said, reaching out with one hand to comfort him. She wanted him to know she was supportive of his orientation, even as he denied it. Maybe it was denied, maybe it was curiosity, perhaps he was bi-sexual, or anything in between. But, in the end, he was going to be queerer than he knew even existed, she had decided.
However, he had no clue how supportive she could be. Trey reacted by yanking his arm away from her, stepping back. He was blushing slightly, but put on as tough a front as he could. "You had no right!" He said, with some force behind it. She almost shrank back, as he stared at her "I'm not gay, OK?" he certainly looked very serious. She'd have to fix that, but it would take some time. "I looked at plenty of other porn too. I bet you know that too. I like women." He finished.
Kristina held back a smile, letting it melt into a sort of knowing grin. "Honey, maybe you do. But that doesn't make you any less gay, does it? It's OK. A lot of guys hide in the closet. Are you out?" she asked, completely ignoring his denials. He had an almost-good poker face. She wouldn't have been able to tell, if she didn't have a week's worth of seeing what videos and what sites he went to, to get his orgasms.
Trey looked caught, and trying not to. He couldn't figure out why his aunt wouldn't let go. He was working hard to keep from getting too angry or emotional. "I'm. Not. Gay." He stated, punctuating his words, trying to lend weight to them. "I look at a lot of porn, it doesn't make me gay. I like girls, always have." He defended himself. There was some truth there. He probably did like girls, probably always had. But he was also a horny young man with no outlets but masturbation, and she was also going to use that against him.
Without her prior and intimate knowledge, she would have perhaps let it go, he seemed certain to her. But she knew better. He was young, and masturbating to gay porn, pondering answering ads from men on the internet. He was cautiously exploring his sexuality, questioning it. Her nephew was in the perfect stage to be susceptible to her. He knew he liked girls, but he couldn't admit an attraction to men. Not like girls. That was OK
Kristina walked past him, motioning for him to follow her into the office, where the computer he used was. He cautiously followed her in, closing the door behind him, even though the place was empty. Nicolas was completely off balance. He didn't think he was gay, but was shocked at how vehemently he denied it. His own penis twitched slightly. This was a bit too real.
Kristina turned on the computer, waiting for it to boot up. She and Trey were standing behind the desk, and she turned to face her nephew, and said "Trey, I know you can't think that. I've seen the videos you like. I'm telling you, it's OK. Some men also like other men. Some of them like to suck other men's cocks. You're one of them. I've seen the videos you like, the ones you save. You might 'like girls'" using air-quotes, and raising her eyebrows, "but I'm pretty sure you like gay sex even more."
Trey was absolutely stunned. Whatever he was expecting, he wasn't expecting his aunt of talking dirty with him. Or how his penis kept twitching with every sentence. His fantasies were supposed to be for him only, he never thought anything of it, because he wasn't gay. Almost sullenly, he proclaimed stubbornly that he liked women. It was hard to deny he had certain tendencies, so he ignored it.
As the computer finished booting up, Kristina brought up the browser, logging in with Trey' credentials, which left him frozen solid rather than raging at the invasion. She brought up the history function, showing a list of recently visited sites.
Kristina went down the list, days' worth of Trey' masturbatory fantasies. She'd list off the names, if the history tab had kept them. "Faggot gets face fucked" was the title of one clip, another was "muscular man loves me in the ass" showing exactly that, a larger man sliding his dick into his ass while he moaned. Kristina couldn't tell, but Trey was definitely trying to adjust his pants without her noticing, and failing terribly. She knew she had him. "What about this one," she questioned, titled "Gay Lovers", that featured two men disrobing each other, groping each other before cutting to their dicks pressed together, when she paused it, looking at him "I don't think you like women all that much, sweetheart. I told you, it's OK to be gay." giving him a knowing and understanding look.
Trey couldn't believe it. His fear was tempered by how turned on he was getting. He was desperately trying to avoid letting his penis get harder, it wasn't half hard yet. He simply was confused, he didn't understand. Why was his aunt talking like this? "I'm sorry, but I'm not gay. Maybe I'm curious, but I'm not gay." Was all he could manage.
Kristina decided to look exasperated, sighing. As if she were put off, teaching a particularly slow learner something inherently obvious. "Do I have to prove it to you, Trey?" she asked "There was a test we used to make the gay boys take in school." She cocked her eye at him.
Trey was more than eager to prove any evidence of his heterosexuality. He agreed quickly, before thinking, letting something other than his brain do the direct his actions. He balked as she demanded he take off his pants and underwear. Trey' refusal was quickly dealt with, "Don't worry. I'll be taking something off too." She grinned at him, noting "But, I won't be able to tell if the test worked if I can't see your penis, sweetie."
Trey again questioned his agreement to this, but in reality, he had never seen a woman without any of her clothing. She was his aunt, and that was weird too, but he could see her breasts and her cocky grin, and decided why not, pulling down his jeans, then slower, pulling down his underwear, revealing himself to a woman for the first time.
Kristina was fully aware of this, the impact it would have on him. She had rehearsed several possible reactions, but all that went out the window. Trey' member was even smaller than her ex-husbands. Perhaps he was still growing? Her natural response was to giggle, because it looked like a little penis popping out of a small bush of brown hair. "Aw, it's so cute, Trey!"
Trey didn't know how to react. He knew he wasn't large, but he had measured. He was a bit of a grower, is all. But something inside him felt a sting, like he was disappointing. "I'm almost five inches." He said defensively.
"Maybe, I can help it grow?" she began, slipping her blouse over her head, and onto the floor. Trey action was almost instant, his eyes focused on her breasts. They were covered by her bra, but it was still the closest he had come to seeing a woman naked. She leaned forward, to give him a very clear look, glancing down at the same time: She could practically see his penis inflating, lifting.
"Jesus Christ" he muttered under his breath. He could not believe his aunt was doing this. He couldn't quite grasp how he had gotten into this situation, but at the moment, he didn't care. They were closed together and he reached out, as if to touch her breasts. She pulled back, looking at him with disdain, "Ewe I don't want a queer boy touching me."
Trey was almost overcome by the sudden wave of shame that came over himself. He couldn't understand why his erection was not receding, he felt utterly vulnerable and ashamed. He averted his face downwards, unable to look her in the eyes. Kristina picked up on it instantly, taking a little bit of pity on his wounded ego. She needed to break him in, and his ego would take quite a beating in the coming weeks, so she was kind to him. Let him soothe himself, she thought, as she reached out to envelop his penis in her hand. It filled up in her hand quickly.
"Is this the first time a girl's touched your penis, honey?" she asked sweetly. She didn't squeeze or stroke it, just held it in a gentle grip.
Trey gulped out a quick "Yes.", unable to believe his luck. He didn't know why she could touch him, but he couldn't touch her, but he didn't much care, as his aunt had only a bra on and her hand around his dick.
"So, you're a virgin?" she asked, innocently.
Trey nodded, "Yeah, I am."
"That's what I figured, baby." She squeezed his cock once, and was rewarded as his hips shook. She wanted to keep him going, before bringing him to the edge, "I saw your dating profile too. Did any of those girls ever answer you?" Kristina asked.
"No..." he responded. Again, with the humiliating feeling, making his penis twitch in her hand. It wasn't enough for him to get off, but it felt very pleasant, and he wanted it to go on.
"I know you think you like girls, but you don't seem to have had any luck. Maybe you should try a boy? After all, most of the porn your jerk yourself off to has boys in it. Do you see yourself losing your virginity to another guy, Trey?" she questioned him, quietly. They were alone, but it was barely louder than a whisper, yet he could hear every word. She felt his cock get harder in her hands, and she squeezed it pleasantly and slowly. He muttered a "No", then paused curiously "I thought I was about to lose it to you?" he said optimistically
She made sure to speak clearly, "Trey, I have sex with real men. Not boys who masturbate to gay sex. Not boys whose dicks perk up for another man." Trey' dick pulsed, harder and stiffer with each accusation, like pulsing granite "and certainly not with a boy who's penis gets harder for naughty gay sex talk than for the naked woman touching him." she smiled as she finished. "You passed the gay test, sweetheart!"
Trey' dick was on the verge of moderate pain from how hard his penis was, in a good way. He knew she knew, but he had never thought of himself as gay, and still didn't. Those were just fantasies. She let go, and his dick throbbed in the cool air, fully extended. All that he could manage was a simple "You're wrong." He couldn't explain why she was wrong, but she was. If only his damn dick wasn't so hard. "Please, Aunt Kristina.
Kristina couldn't help but notice his consternation. His most inner fantasies were just dragged out in front of his eyes, he couldn't deny it. He couldn't deny his own bodies reactions. Her hand brushed his penis, as she leaned for the mouse, choosing a random video from his browsing history. Soon, the sound of cock-sucking filled the office.
"Please what, honey? Would you like to get off? Your dick looks absolutely straining in that shade of red. Is that what you need?" she asked him sweetly.
For his part, Trey just nodded. He was fully aware of his situation, thoroughly embarrassed. He felt both violated and aroused at the same time, and couldn't quite make the concept stick. Maybe she was right, he thought for a moment. Instantly he questioned himself, he definitely did want to fuck a chick. And get a blowjob from one. He had always ignored guys, it was just a sometimes thing, because everyone watches porn, and somehow he had ended up liking dick. Well, sometimes the guys they were attached to too, were OK. As long as he didn't see their faces. That's what being curious is like, he knew.
She guided him to the seat, so he could have a nice show of a pretty young man in the processes of orally pleasing his partner, a muscular young man. She watched his penis sway back and forth, before Trey' hand wrapped around it. His hand actually hid the entirety of his penis, if barely. She made note of the brush like amount of pubic hair, and knew she would have to fix that sometime soon.
"Go ahead, you can start masturbating, nephew. If you want to prove you're not gay you'll go soft." She glanced down, the tip of his cock poking out between his grip. Looking back up, she smiled like it was a secret between them, "But I think we both know that it won't." And she was certain of it. Between the rush of having his aunt find out his porn preferences, having his straightness challenged, having her see his dick, be the first woman who he'd seen with only a bra on, the first to touch his dick, any of those alone would keep him hard. He didn't even know which it was at any given moment that was turning him on, just that he kept pumping his fist, his chest rising quickly.
Kristina could feel her power growing over him. She had him masturbating in front of her, to gay porn, and she felt incredibly tuned on. It hadn't been that difficult at all. Sure, she had an advantage, a position of authority over him as well. She could feel the heat between her thighs, as she abused these things. She cared about him, and he was obviously going to have a much happier life once she was able to admit his sexual orientation, which she would help him with.
As she watched him jerk off, his hand getting quicker but his eyes were still glued to the screen. A girthy cock was on the screen, balls dangling, before the cute young man's tongue, lapping at the balls before licking up the length of his manly reward. As they both stared at the same screen, an idea struck her, and Kristina said "But, you're not just a faggot, are you?" she asked, his attention seemingly locked on the cock sucking going on.
He paused, to look at her a moment, his hand still pumping "What do you mean?" ignoring the implication that he was gay. His hand slowed down, almost like he was waiting for her to say something dirty, and he couldn't understand why. His eyes never left her ample chest.
"I knew you were gay. Lots of guys are gay. But you're a fucking sissy too, aren't you?" she demanded of him.
Trey' didn't know what to say. He was staring at his aunt's tits, but his thoughts were focused on cock. Sure, he was curious. And yes, most of the time he imagined himself being on the receiving end. Receiving end of cocks, of cum. He was mostly passive, acting to please, especially the larger cocks. And of course, he thought about girls too. Sometimes. He didn't know if he'd ever do anything, and was considerably afraid of anything involving his ass. That meant he wasn't gay. A thick dick and a nice set of abs in the occasional fantasy didn't turn you into a homosexual.
Kristina could tell he wasn't going to answer, her nephew was too wrapped up in the gay thoughts he was having. She knew a single session like this was merely a drop in the bucket of what would be needed to fulfill her dream. He would repress what desires he did have, find ways to let him enjoy feeling good sexually, despite the feelings he was having. He was turned on and utterly ashamed, and his aunt's words seemed to hit nerves in him. His hand was pumping faster again, though you could barely make the tip of his dick poking out of his hand. She decided to push him a long, to make him lose control and cum to something extremely gay, something he couldn't deny to himself in the privacy of his mind later, that he wouldn't be able to reason away.
She reached in front of him, using the mouse to navigate his own browsing history. The list generated instantly, and Trey' flushed red. He was cute, with that mop of uncombed brown hair, and he was going to make many men very happy, she thought. She'd clue him in on that later, he wasn't ready yet.
She casually slapped his and for a moment, a surprised Trey looking at her, "Not yet, homo.", then resumed looking for the right video. "Boy meets his Daddy" it was called, she clicked on it, and it started playing. She nodded towards the screen, making sure Trey was focused on what she wanted him to see.
A young man, clean cut and clean shaven, a very generic short haircut, with a bit of product in it. He looked fairly typical, except for his being completely naked minus a pair of panties. He had a smile on his face, his hands reaching out for a man's crotch. "You can start jerking off again, faggot. Go ahead, Trey. This is one of your favourites, isn't it?" she mocked. His hand was pumping with vigour, he didn't want this feeling to go away. His aunt's remarks hurt. They made him feel less than. But they also made him incredibly turned on, so he did the only thing he could do: he continued to masturbate for her, while watching gay porn.
During this time, the young man on the screen had removed the man's belt, pulling down his pants, then his underwear, to reveal a thickening appendage, with a nice mushroom head at the top. The young man squeezed it in his hand as it grew, coaxing it larger. As his other hand reached to cup the man's balls, Kristina noted "You say you like girls, but this is pretty gay, in my opinion.", as the scene cut back to reveal the cock's owner, a man who appeared to be in his late forties, his dark hair going grey, barely. He was bearded, and though he didn't have an impressive physique, he somehow seemed very masculine. The young man smiled up at him, right into the camera, and let go of the balls and cock he had been playing with, sitting himself comfortably in the man's lap, his dick pushing against his the boy's ass, while the boy's own dick tented his red panties.
"Watch. Well, you've watched it before, several times. You're some special kind of sissy pervert faggot, I'll give you that, Trey." He winced at the truth of her statement. He didn't feel like a faggot, or gay. He wasn't, but he couldn't deny being perverted. The older man reached out, pulling the younger one in, and the two kissed, greedily. "Is that what you want, Trey? Because it sure seems like it. That little homo is making out with a man old enough to be his father. I mean, they're really going at it, aren't they? That boy in the red panties, he's like you, isn't he?"
Trey paused a moment, feeling so close to going over the edge. She was right, this was extremely gay. He tried to focus solely on the cocks. The red panties eventually came down, revealing slim penis, perhaps four inches of girth. The panties had seemed much tented at first, but on second glance, had likely just been very, very tight. Kristina thought this because the penis attached to the boy was even smaller than Trey' own, and cleanly shaven. The older man broke their tongue wrestling, motioning the panty-less boy back to his knees, where he resumed sucking dick.
"See, you're just like him, aren't you?" she demanded, without waiting for an answer "His dick might be even smaller than yours, but not by much. Trey' hand pumped faster, he didn't want this to end but he couldn't hold back as his aunt's humiliation and confusing himself with the cock-sucking faggot on the screen was simply too much for him.
"You know, just like that sissy. You are inferior to real men, with real cocks. Who they are, their age, it doesn't matter. You just know it, that you are inferior. Maybe it's because your mother is a slut, and you never knew your father. Its' OK, neither did she. Who knows? But we do know that you spend your nights back here, watching all types of porn. That's pretty pathetic." She went on, mercilessly, enjoying his reactions. He couldn't stop masturbating, not now. She was well aware of the harm she was inflicting on his poor young sexually confused psyche.
Her nephew could barely contain himself, hunching slightly as he masturbated himself almost to cumming. He couldn't ignore this after the fact, this memory would be seared in his brain. He knew he had to cum, and that it didn't make him gay if he did, he didn't actually like men that way he told himself. And he never would act on it.
Kristina noticed him curling up, smiling, and coaxed him, stroking his fantasies that he didn't want to share. "Look at him go. That boy is quite the cock slut, isn't he? His little dick is all stiff too, but he looks to be enjoying himself. Would you like a man to touch your penis that way?" she was practically brimming with mockery, as the scene shifted to the boy lying down on the bed, the older man grabbed onto his legs, pulling him forward, lining up his penis with the faggots Ashmolean His dick was very well lubricated, thanks to the sissy's sloppy blowjob.
"Go ahead and cum, Trey." She encouraged him, as the man's cock pushed into the cute guy's Ashmolean "Go ahead and cum, imagining that's you. It's what gay faggots like you crave. You like to please other men. You like to get their dicks in your mouth. You always pause it here. I know. Right as he's about to get fucked, you pause it. I've seen your screen. Is that what makes you cum, the idea of a man, any man, putting his cock into you?"
Trey practically gasped when his orgasm took him. He kept tugging, jerking at his penis as stream after stream of cum shot out. He was glued to the screen, his orgasm continuing as the older man started to fuck his young gay friend. His fourth shot up and landed on the desk, the others splattering the underside of the desk and getting caught in his fingers. He shook slightly as his orgasm subsided, but the video was still on. He looked at his aunt, her smile beaming down at him.
"See, Trey? It's just that you're gay. You can't disagree with that, honey." She dipped her forefinger into a small pool of cum on the desk, then placing her finger on his nose. "You just masturbated to two men doing all kinds of sexual acts together. That means you're gay."
Her nephew had no clue how to respond. Now that the sense of euphoria was draining after his orgasm, the sense of shame hit tenfold harder. What had he done? He wanted to shrink away from this, pretend it hadn't happened. He'd enjoyed her stinging remarks and knowing looks, but he did not like men! No, not him. There was a line to being gay, and he had not crossed it, not in his mind.
He spoke up for the first time in what seemed forever, "Aunt, I'm not." He pulled up his underwear and jeans quickly, embarrassed, "It's just a fantasy, I swear. I'd never do it. I want to fuck women. Like you."
Kristina knew he would start denying as soon as he got his little orgasm. "Well, I saw how many times you spurted your little man juice, and that was a lot. Maybe it was because I was involved, you think? It's OK if you have a woman involved?" she questioned him.
Trey didn't know, but he was ready to latch on to whatever he could that might mitigate the feelings of humiliation he was feeling. He nodded at her, "Yeah. It's always better with a woman involved." He noticed quickly that Kristina had left her blouse off, which somehow in his mind made this whole situation more normal.
For her part, Kristina chose not to point out that the faggot with the red panties played the part of a woman. He licked and sucked cock, he pleased his man with his body and spread his legs. He was just a step along Trey' future path that she had planned out for him. She knew this one experience would likely have him trying to initiate something again, despite how he tried to hide his arousal at being called a faggot or sissy. She needed him to go along with her plan. She had likely just given him the strongest orgasm of his young life, and she needed to make sure he came back for more.
So, she played to what she thought of as his delusions. He did indeed get turned on when she had removed her blouse, just as his cock had been hard in her hand... Just not nearly as hard as it had been moments later, with all the talk of cock exciting him. She had figured that after this embarrassing display of masturbating to gay porn, to her words, he would cling to anything to show his heterosexuality, and that would be what she used to trap him.
"I don't know, Trey. You have been staring at my tits a lot. Maybe you're not completely gay, but I find it hard to believe. I don't know if you could prove it to me, after what I just saw." She commented.
In his mind however, Trey was desperate to prove her wrong. He thought, before he answered, as his aunt picked up her purse. "I can prove it to you. I'll show you, personally, if you'll let me.", one hand grabbing at his dick, through his jeans. This seemed a perfectly logical thing to do in his head, at the time. What better way to show her he wasn't a homosexual, than to fuck her, despite what she had said earlier. He finally lifted his eyes to hers again, challenging.
She listened to his request, hiding the glee inside. He even suggested it himself, she marvelled He really seemed to think he was going to demonstrate how straight he confusingly thought he was. She knew she would end up erasing all of that, in time. Carrying her purse with her, she motioned him over to the couch. He continued to stare her bra clad breasts, watching the swell of them. He knew he wasn't supposed to do this normally, but he didn't care much at the time.
Surprising Trey, she fished around in her purse, until she pulled out a joint, and a lighter. She had seen his dating profile, in full, and made note of his openness to marijuana. He sat down next to her, and Kristina said "After a nice orgasm, I sometimes enjoy a little weed. Would you like to share this joint with me, Trey?" Fully clothed, while she wasn't, he felt more in control, even if he had just had the first of many sexual experiences to come. He nodded, and she light the joint, inhaling several times before exhaling, passing it to him. He attempted the same, but inhaled too deeply, and coughed lightly as a result. She patted him on the back gently. He was post orgasm, trying to understand what had just happened, what it meant, how to deal with the emotions inside him. She wanted him more pliable.
"I told you, I don't fuck gay boys, Trey." She noticed the slight flinch as she referred to him as a gay boy, delighting inwardly. "I'm pretty sure your partner of preference is a man." She looked at him, and motioned that he could inhale again, which he did. She was happy he was acquiescing to her requests so easily. As he exhaled a healthy amount of smoke, she took the joint back, finishing it off herself. She disposed of it, noting that Trey was already a bit more relaxed in his posture. He was definitely a light weight, as far as it came to pot.
He coughed again, disagreeing with her "I'd rather have sex with you, Kristina. C'mon, you got to touch me." He sounded petulant, like it was his turn. She could work with that. "If you want to have sex with me so badly, will you do what I ask you to do, for a whole month?"
Not quite expecting her to agree, he was optimistic yet cautious. He thought it would show her, when he got his dick inside her, she couldn't question him then. She was obviously kinky, and felt he had a chance "What sort of things will I have to do?"
"Well, I'm going to use that month to help you. In fact, I own this building, not just the shop. There's a small empty apartment upstairs, did you know? You can have it, if you want. No more roommates, no cost, as long as you want. We'd need some privacy."
He could barely understand what she was offering. He'd wanted to get out of his current living situation for a while. And he'd get to have sex with her? There had to be a catch, "What do you mean, help me?"
"Help you understand who you are. Obviously, there are certain things that make your penis nice and stiff." She grinned at him, watching him adjust how he was sitting. She went on, "And maybe you'd like to have sex with me, although I can't really admit to wanting sex with you, that'd be a lie." She said, adding in an exaggerated shudder. Her words, even only a few minutes later, were already turning him on again. "I think you're just another repressed faggot, sweetheart." She said bluntly. One of his hands went between his legs, readjusting his penis, it was acting up again. He needed to make her understand that, that it was just fantasy. Preferably by inserting his penis into her vagina.
She noticed his arousal was back quickly, perhaps the marijuana releasing his inhibitions a little easier. "So, I'm going to take control of your cock for a month. Your orgasms would be under my control. When you masturbate, what you masturbated to, is up to me. And let me tell you, I intend to prove you're a sissy faggot, every way possible. I will lock away your penis away as long as I want, until I can trust you."
Trey shuddered, his mind unable to completely grasp the implications of what she requested. He fiddled with his cock again, his mind wandering. She had already made him masturbate in front of her, what more could she do. He wasn't really gay, he was certain of it, but he was balking at what was being asked of him, despite the pleasure she had just given him.
Kristina could tell he was struggling with the decision. He was afraid of what she had done to him already, his orgasm had been incredible. She was so certain he was gay, but Trey thought he knew better. He definitely liked girls. He could get more good orgasms from her, confident in his desire to have sex with women, especially her. And to boot, he'd be able to finally live on his own, hell, he wouldn't have rent money to pay anymore. He bit his lip.
"We could start right now, if you wanted, baby. I can see all this talk of dicks is starting to turn you on again." And he lowered his head in shame, his hand going to his dick. "Not so fast, you little homo." His hand stopped. "But, and I don't think you will, but if you do everything I ask of you, every gay scenario, for a month... Well, I'd fuck you then, if you still wanted to." She could see the panic in his face, trying to anticipate what she could ask of him.
She made the decision easier for him, by lying. Looking at him comfortingly, she said "And if at any point you feel it's too much, we'll stop. I wouldn't want to push you anywhere you weren't comfortable with. And you could still live in the apartment upstairs." She could see him weighing the choices, trying to factor in his desire to live on his own, how much money he'd save financially, looking for reasons to accept her offer. His cock was filling up again, just from the thought of what he might have to do.
Trey' had no way to perceive what she had planned for him. There would be no stopping. Kristina marvelled at her own willpower, as she was desperate to get off at what she was proposing. She would hammer at him mercilessly, on his orientation, his submissiveness. Neither would she spare his confidence, or his ego. He would doubt and question things about himself he had never thought about. Whatever amorous feelings he had towards woman, she would demolish. No corner of his life would escape unaffected. Even at his most worried, he could not imagine what she had planned for him, and she hoped he didn't notice the shiver that ran through her.
"Would you like that, Trey? Do you want to do it again right now? We can do it a lot, over the next month. I can help you, I can help you experience all kinds of fun things that will make you jizz harder than you've ever expected." Trey' hands were fidgety, he was desperate to touch himself, her offer and how she phrased it was turning him on.
She decided to push him over the edge, to give him a bit more confidence that he would last month, "If you make it the whole month though... Well, I'd respect that. All you'd have to do is ask for it. And let me tell you, nephew, there are things I can do with a man that you want to experience. I would make it the best day of your life. Would you like that? I think you'd like to lose your virginity to another man, maybe just like the one in your favourite video. But if you're that certain, and you make it a whole thirty days, you can fuck me any way you want. Would you like your dick in my mouth?" she accentuated this by spreading her lips slowly.
Trey was desperate to agree. He didn't like the idea of the cage she mentioned, at all. He had always masturbated when he wanted to, sometimes multiple times a day, and he didn't want to give that up. But... He wanted even more to fuck his aunt. She was just slightly shorter than him, and more than his desire to lose his virginity to a beautiful woman, he wanted to show her how wrong she was.
Kristina could tell he was teetering on the edge, and looked into his eyes, "And if you want, I could take off my bra right now. You couldn't touch them, but I'd let you look. You've been a good sport so far. If you agree, anyways. You could look at my tits, and I'd help you get in touch with your 'curious' side. Wouldn't you like that?" She had no need to stick her chest out, as his eyes were glued on them. It's why she remained in her bra, even after she had witnessed his orgasm.
Trey would indeed like it, feeling bold for the moment. He would be able to fuck her, even if it took a month. She was his aunt, and she wouldn't harm him or make him do anything he really didn't want to do. He looked her over, wondering what it was like between her legs. She was very pretty, even though she wasn't dressed up at all. He had been staring at her breasts since she had arrived, and wanted to see more, even if he couldn't touch. He looked up at her, nodding his head up and down.
Kristina let her eyes grow wide, "Really? Thank you, sweetheart." He nodded again, affirmatively. "I'm going to help you so much! I'll make sure you can be happy being a faggot!" he frowned at her, she really thought he was gay. He knew he wasn't totally straight, but he knew he wasn't gay. She picked up on his frown, nodding, "Yes, yes, at the end of the month, I'm all yours. You can move in tomorrow, if you want. But right now, I think your penis would like to come out."
Trey was more than happy to comply, frankly, his penis was already a little bit sore, and he hadn't even touched it. For the second time tonight, he pulled his pants down, and his underwear. Kristina smiled at him as he looked on expectantly. She turned to face him on the couch, her arms reaching behind her "You sure you want to see my breasts?" which he responded to with both a quick nod and a "Yes.", one hand wrapping his penis up. It wasn't fully hard, and he was sort of rubbing it.
She nodded at him, slowly unhooking her bra. Trey' eyes were glued, as she lowered the cups, her breasts coming fully into sight. She had cute brown nipples, and he wanted to touch them. He knew he couldn't, not right now, but soon enough he'd be able to touch them, and anywhere else he wanted to.
She was aware he wanted more, but knew not to push it. "Are my breasts turning you on, Trey?" she asked coyly, continuing "I can see your penis is getting pretty hard." To which he passively "Hmm"d affirmative. "Do you like to think of sticking your dick between them?" Kristina squeezed her breasts together tightly, "See, you could fit right between there. Maybe your dick would even squeeze through to the top."
Trey kept muttering under his breath, how he couldn't believe this. She continued to smile at him, his hand pumping away.
Let him have this, she thought. Her own feelings were intense, and she was thoroughly enjoying toying with her sexually confused nephew. He was aroused as she knew he would be. She just had to start associating that arousal with more and more gay sex. There wouldn't be nearly as many breasts and vaginas in his porn viewing habits for the foreseeable future as there would be penises, balls, men's asses, and men's nipples. And what better time to start, than now.
She got up, rolling the chair over to him, motioning for him to get in it. He stood up, confused, as she said "Hey, you can keep looking at my tits, I promised you that. But, I think you're going to get harder if we get some dicks in front of your eyes. Go on, back to the computer you go."
Trey groaned, knowing what he had gotten into. He wanted to fuck her now, but he couldn't. His penis however, demanded attention. If she was going to lock him up, like the cages he had seen in some of his videos, he needed to get off. He sat himself in the chair, and she giggled, pushing him up the computer. She leaned down close to him, her breasts almost in his face before she leaned lower "Now, let's see what gets you off more.", once again taking control of the mouse, clicking on one of the many gay clips also listed on the screen.
She quickly jumped from video to video. She'd wonder about the titles, watch for a few seconds, skip forward, then clicked on another video. The next few minutes had Trey' dick pulsing in his hand consistently, as each video turned him on even more. Guys sucking cock. Guys being fucked in all positions. She paused it on one video of two men whose penises were pressed up together, and she looked over to him "Do you like a pair of breasts? Or does a pair of cocks turn you on more?" Trey head pivoted to his aunt's bare breasts, and then back to the screen, and back to her breasts. He knew he should like her breasts more, and that's where he let his eyes remain.
Kristina snorted, "I do have a nice set of tits on me, but get your eyes back on the screen, nephew. You know the rules, I get to choose what you masturbate to. And right now, I want you to jerk off your gay porn." He wanted to disagree with her, but that was hard to do while he tugged on his penis, and turned back to the men on screen. He really did like those two cocks, he thought, and his prick swelled further.
She let the scene play out a bit, the two men eventually mutually jerking each other off. She casually started to massage her breasts whenever he glanced her way, before giving him a stern look, returning his eyes to the screen. Her breasts turned him on, but so did the video. He knew he would get his turn.
"Soon honey, you'll be able to admit it. It must be awful, hiding who you really are." She clicked over to a new video that impressed even her. A large, muscular man was on the screen, and his dick had to be at least eight inches long, maybe more. His cock was curved, point straight up, while he stood there. "Wow, is that the kind of cock you think about, Trey?" Trey didn't answer, though his reaction was clearly positive. She prodded at him, "Be honest. This deal doesn't work if you lie. I like it. That's a beautiful piece of man-meat" She shared her admiration with him. "But... I think you know think that too. It certainly puts yours to shame" she chuckled.
The effect on Trey was instant, his erection straining again. He could feel his balls were somehow still full of cum, even as he filled with shame. She was right, he often fantasized about cocks larger than his. Not always, but often.
She paused the video with that wonderful cock glued on the screen, leaving it there until he answered her. "It's a nice cock, I guess." He said, a bit nervously. He had never talked about dicks or judged them, certainly not out loud with his half naked aunt. It did look wonderful, he had to admit.
"I called it, didn't it? You're not just a faggot, you're a fucking sissy too. You've got my tits right here, next to you, but it's the picture of another man's cock that's turning you on more." That stung him. He liked her tits, he really did. Did he want her to look at them? She kept pointing him towards the screen though. He wasn't sure what to do, and simply nodded his head up and down again. She UN-paused the video, the muscular man's cock was receiving a wonderful shot, showing off his thighs and abs, with that rigid organ on display.
"I bet you're thinking about how that cock would feel in your hands. It's not at all like yours, its' superior." She grinned at him, "Well, you'll find almost all dicks are superior to yours, I suspect. But, if you felt it that thick thing in your hands, it wouldn't feel anything like yours, guaranteed."
Trey' almost lost his erection. He had always been sensitive about his size, but he had thought it was OK. At least, that's what he told himself most of the time. But, he saw the penises in his porn, the ones the girls were sucking. He imagined himself sucking on them instead. All kinds of dicks, but he did have a special fascination with the larger ones. They somehow instantly demanded respect. He felt a surge of shame as this passed through his head. He knew he wasn't supposed to compare like that, he shouldn't think another man's equipment was deserving of respect, but he did.
Kristina was gleeful at how turned on he was. Everything was going so smoothly! The video continued, and suddenly there was a face near his balls. It was clearly a dude, by the facial hair he was sporting. "See, Trey? When I'm done with you, you'll be just like that." She said. He turned his head to look at her, but she pointed her chin at the screen, and he turned off "You'll be crazy to lick a guy's balls, smell his love forming inside. Maybe you'd like to be a faggot for a cock like that, hmm?" she teased him.
"Look at him suck that dick, he's certainly enthusiastic, isn't he? He looks happy, wouldn't you like to be a happy faggot like that? Don't worry, Trey. I'll help you accept it, so in the end you can be happy. Gay, but happy. I just know you'll be happy! And I guess, you can prove me wrong at the end of the month, if you're that sure." She spoke quickly, trying to hide her giddiness.
She could see Trey' couldn't take much more, she had dialed it up as far as she dared take it for now. Her words registered to him, but it was like he was in his own world. He focused heavily on the fact that he would get to finally stick his penis in her at the end of the month, even as the feeling in the pit of his stomach turned and turned, he did not want to admit she was getting to him.
She pushed on regardless, seeing how close he was, "You can think about me if you want, Trey. It doesn't change the fact that you came in front of me just half an hour ago to gay porn. It won't change the fact that you like men, and what they have between their legs. But, for the next month, you're mine. I want you to know, there's a parade of cocks coming your way, to fill all your homosexual urges. We'll see how well you cling to liking women, soon. Now, be a good little gay boy, and cum for that cock." She finished, expectantly.
Kristina did not have to wait long, and with some gentle urging, Nicolas grunted once, and supplied another six spurts of cum, most of it hitting his legs and thighs.
She smiled at him, "See? Did you just have another good orgasm, watching your gay porn? That wasn't so bad, was it?" she said, fetching her bra and hooking it back in place. Trey' mind was reeling, his erection had slowly faded, letting other emotions surge in. Kristina tried and guess as to his current internal struggle, resisting the urge to bury her hand in her pussy.
Instead, she looked at him, with one hand still on his shrinking penis, "Oh, thank you Trey! We're going to have such a great month!" putting a lot of sincerity into her voice. She needed him to trust her. The orgasms, the teasing and humiliation, he enjoyed them all, albeit perhaps eventually at the cost of his sexual orientation. She knew he would focus on the one day where he would finally be allowed to fuck her. He had few other prospects in all honesty. He just had to get through it.
She left him the keys to the upstairs apartment, letting him know he could move in any time, but he'd need to be here at the same time, tomorrow. At this point, Trey wanted to sink into a hole in the ground, and was having trouble imaging a tomorrow. His dick was soft for now, and he quietly accepted the keys. She gave him a friendly, familial, peck on the cheek before she left him alone, his pants around his legs that had streaks of his own cum on them.
"See you tomorrow, my little gay faggot."
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Kristina barely made it to her car, around the block. She tossed her purse inside, collapsing into the driver's seat. It was dark, and one hand slipped into her panties, several fingers instantly getting wet.
She had started it, and it had gone better than she had dreamed. She had little trouble manipulating him, once his penis was feeling good. He liked women, perhaps a bit more than she had expected. But not enough that he didn't let her get away with what she had. He barely balked at being called a faggot, though he constantly denied his gayness. She assumed correctly, that he would put up with a great deal, for access to her body. He needed something to cling to, while she guided him, moulded him into what she wanted. And for now, she wanted those feelings of horniness, linked to feeling inferior. The more his arousal was linked to homosexual thoughts and images, the worse he would feel, the more he would deny, deny, deny, and the more potent his orgasms would be.
She rubbed furiously around her engorged clit, brushing it occasionally, imagining how to get to her final goals. It was a wonderful bonus, turning her cousin's son into the gayest person she would ever see. Serves her right, for cheating with her ex-husband, Kristina thought. Her orgasm overtook her as she imagined her nephew, struggling to cling to the thought of fucking her, being a man, as she requested he tell her what he liked in each cock she would show him. She let herself bask in the glow of her orgasm, grinning to herself "Poor Trey, no clue that down the line, he won't ever have a straight thought in his head again." Kristina would make certain of it.
Trey' next day was filled with confusion. He had difficulty focusing on his classes because he couldn't stop thinking about his aunt. He was constantly adjusting his pants as his dick pulsed. He could remember the feeling of her hand around his penis. His hips had wanted to thrust. And then she'd tell him he was gay, and his penis got harder from the shame of it. He didn't understand the shame. He wasn't gay, after all. His head was full of thoughts of his aunt's breasts, her hand on his penis and how he felt. The porn had been just a helpful tool, it would have been the same if he had been watching a woman getting pounded by a guy. Sure, he looked at some porn with a male focus sometimes. He was just curious. If he had to watch more, he would. He knew she was going to cage him, and the thought wasn't pleasant. But in the end, he'd get to fuck her a month from now.
He was aware that he had gotten off on the humiliation she had heaped on him. Sure, he had thought of sucking on a dick before. But it was just a fantasy, he would never actually do it, but having her know it somehow made it better. He pushed the thoughts aside, trying to instead focus on his new freedom. He wouldn't have time to move for a few days, but he had already started packing his meagre amount of belongings after last evening ended. He'd had virtually no privacy with his roommates, and had never lived on his own. Despite his lack of much of a social life, his mind wandered to the possibilities a young university student with his own place. His, no matter what.
The day passed at a quick pace and Trey began to feel more uncomfortable as his work shift neared the end. While he was partially looking forward to what might happen tonight, part of him was also worried, afraid. What would she make him do? What if he didn't want to? He figured he owed her at least a few days, if things became too out of control.
Kristina came in just a couple of minutes before closing. Her hair was tied back in a lengthy pony tail, a crop top showing her slender stomach and doing little to hide her breasts and the shortest pair of short shorts he had ever seen in real life. She was carrying an anonymous white paper shopping bag, a fancy one. She smiled at him, and flipped the sign from "Open" to "Closed", locking the door behind her. Making her way around and closing lights, she stopped in front of him. Her heels actually put her slightly taller than him.
She took his hand, taking him out the back, and up to his new apartment. "I'm so happy you agreed, Trey. You're going to have so much fun, I'm almost jealous!" she said as they climbed the stairs. She let go of his hand, and he fished out the key, unlocking it. Trey didn't know what she was intending, but the place was empty. He stepped in, flipping on the lights. It was a decent apartment, he guessed. Enough room for a bed, a desk, maybe even a small couch. He had none of those, but he'd be able to shortly, now that he wasn't paying rent. She closed the door behind her, locking it as well. She took her phone out while Trey' back was towards her, and called his name once she had the camera app open. She managed to catch him right as he was turning around, and she snapped a shot.
"What was that for?" he asked. He was generally a bit shy, and did not enjoy people taking pictures of him, especially after a long day and before he had a chance to change out of his work clothes.
Kristina slipped her phone into the back pockets of her shorts