Bitched Out by a Bitchmaker II The Fuck Puppet
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Chapter Two
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 bemused 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, could he?
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 bemused 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, could he?
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