Cracks in the Wall

For the second time in as many days Trevor's routine was interrupted by an unexpected knock on his door. At least this time whoever it was had the courtesy to wait until the afternoon, rather than pulling him away from his morning coffee.

Trevor opened the door to find Violet leaning against the entryway. She was dressed in what Trevor could only guess were riding leathers. For what reason he couldn't say.

"Time to pay up for that favor you owe me," she said.

Trevor grew immediately suspicious. That was a fast turn-around time. He had thought she'd hold it over his head, which would have been bad enough, but it seemed instead that she had something very specific in mind. That was probably worse.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Follow me, it'll make sense when we get there."

Violet didn't wait for him to agree, she just set off down the stairs. Resigned, Trevor followed.

She didn't stay in the main hallway for long, instead turning off down a side corridor into a wing of the palace that Trevor wasn't too familiar with. They arrived at a nondescript door and Violet let them in. On the other side was a small, sterile white room the only distinguishing feature of which was a hip-level hole in the far wall about the size of a large apple.

Trevor turned on Violet. "What the hell is this?"

"This is how you're paying me back."

"No. Not a chance."

"You're going back on your word then?" she asked.

Trevor just glowered at her.

"I can't **** you to do this, but if you back out now then I'll have to as well. Is that what you want? Besides, weren't you the one who pointed out how important it is that we be able to trust each other?"

Trevor fell into contemplation. It wasn't immediately clear that Hanna's independence was worth giving this up to the show. He now strongly suspected that Violet had been angling for this from the start which implied that, to her, this was a victory. And he desperately wanted to deny her victories.

Still though, it wouldn't sit right with him to throw Hanna back to the wolves. Or wolf, as the case may be. He didn't really owe her anything, but could he honestly say this was too high a cost to pay? He did want to protect her if he could.

The more salient problem was that Violet was right about keeping his word. He hadn't given up on saving his sister, or anyone he could really, if at all possible. And, barring that, he hadn't given up on finding some way to make Violet pay. In all likelihood he'd find himself back at the bartering table eventually, and he'd need credibility to make that work.

She'd backed him into a corner.

"For what it's worth," Violet added, "whoever is going to be on the other side of the wall has agreed to this. It's a bounty. That means it was completely optional and they chose to pursue it of their own free will. I had to drag you down here, not them."

Trevor stared at the hole in the wall ominously. That did make it better. Somewhat.

He ran the numbers one final time.

"Fine," he declared.

"Excellent. I assume you know what to do?"

He nodded. Damn her.

"Good, then I'll let you get to it."

Violet closed the door behind her, leaving him alone in the room. Trevor took a deep breath. Was he really going to do this?

From the other side of the wall he could hear a door open and close, followed by the shuffling of feet.

Apparently this was happening.

Trevor walked up to the wall and dropped his pants. He hadn't cum in a while and his balls had inflated to the size of tennis balls. It took one last surge of resolve to bring himself to take that final step and slip his flaccid penis through the hole.

He held his breath. For a moment nothing happened. Then, he felt a hand grab his cock and begin to stroke.

It was a strange mix of sensations. Or rather, a strange absence of sensations everywhere but the one place being stimulated. Normally during sex there was touching and closeness. Here though the woman on the other side was just there to service his dick. There was no facade of intimacy.

Trevor felt himself engorge under the touch of the stranger. Her hand began to run up and down his length sending shivers of pleasure through him. Her touch disappeared, but was soon replaced by a warm wet sensation on the crown of his cock.

Trevor moaned and pressed his hips against the wall. The woman kept her mouth on his tip, sucking lightly and running her tongue around it. Trevor shut his eyes and reveled in the sensation. He'd had so many tantalizing sights and experiences over the past week, and he hadn't realized how sexually pent up he'd felt.

Despite himself he couldn't help but be immensely turned on by the entire affair. On the other side of the wall was a woman whose sole job was to get him off. She wasn't having sex with him, they certainly weren't making love, her enjoyment didn't even factor into it. No, she was more like a tool. Like a piece of human machinery placed there to make him cum. From her perspective she'd be facing nothing more than a blank wall and a cock.

He felt the woman's hand return to the base of his shaft, holding it in place as she began to slide her mouth up and down his length. Trevor closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of her wet, warm mouth.

Trevor began to indulge in the inevitable speculation. Who was on the other side of the wall? Somehow he felt himself grow even more hard as he thought about the possibilities.

Was it Chloe? He knew she was down points. Despite the well of shame that accompanied it, Trevor let out a deep moan at the thought of his cute, young student kneeling and taking his cock down her tight throat.

Or what if it was Dr. Friedman? She'd already debased herself for one bounty. Would she be so greedy for points as to try and claim another? The pictures he'd seen yesterday flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but imagine his professor on her knees servicing him as her fat tits bounced in a tight set of lingerie.

Was it Anna slobbering on his cock? Maybe after he'd turned her down last night she'd decided she could get the points anyways if he didn't know it was her. He couldn't lie. There was something hot about his ex **** to service him anonymously. She'd used to share his bed, but now she'd be reduced to nothing more than a cock holster.

More lurid thoughts began to cross his mind. Maybe Laura was too embarrassed to be seen seeking points and had found a solution. He thrust gently through the hole and into the mouth on the other side as he fantasized about being the first dick that Laura sucked.

Could Hanna and Aaliyah have decided that they needed some extra padding on their points? He felt his balls begin to churn as he indulged in the fantasy. He imagined Aaliyah's hand gripped firmly around his meat, feeding it into the wet hole that was her daughter's waiting mouth.

Then Trevor had a truly shocking idea. Riley was bisexual now. It could be his best friend **** on his cock on the other side of that wall, safely experimenting with his new urges. Trevor was deeply conflicted. Not that Riley's new body wasn't objectively attractive, but Trevor just couldn't think of him that way. On the other hand, the idea of his friend being completely transformed from a straight man to a feminine, cock-sucking slut was deeply arousing. He could be about to give Riley his first taste of cum.

There was, of course, one final possibility. One that Trevor had been studiously keeping at the edge of his fantasizing. His sister could be blowing him right now and he'd have no way of knowing. That could be her tongue swirling around his glans. Her hand trying to stroke his cum out of him.

Like with Riley, Trevor was of two minds. Natalie was his sister, so he definitely wasn't attracted to her. Even if she literally had the body of his dreams. But at the same time though, the changes to his sexuality that had been induced at the start of the show reacted strongly to the concept of Nat, on her knees, reduced to the kind of lowly whore who would suck off her own brother. A moan escaped his lips.

The woman on the other side had increased her pace. She was now rapidly stroking him with her hand while she impaled her face onto his cock. Trevor's massive balls began to tighten. As he crested he shoved himself against the wall, thrusting into whoever's mouth was currently wrapped around his cock. With one last grunt he erupted. His legs shook as he was washed over by pleasure. He felt his dick pulse time after time as he launched what were presumably massive ropes of cum directly into the waiting mouth of the woman who was blowing him.

He felt the mouth pull away, but he wasn't done yet. His cock continued to pump out cum. Trevor could only imagine the person on the other side of the hole drenched in the stuff: dripping off their face, matting their hair, soaking their clothes.

Spent and breathing hard Trevor finally finished. The hand let go of him and Trevor pulled himself out of the hole. He resisted the urge to peek through. The truth was, he didn't want to know.

With his libido spent, Trevor's anxiety began to grow. Self-loathing and shame broke over him in waves as he recalled the thoughts he'd been indulging in just moments before. His stomach twisted into knots at the certainty that one of them was true. Someone had been on the other side of the wall.

As Trevor brooded, his thin veil of justifiability began to collapse. Violet had told him that the woman had agreed to this. And that was probably true, just not necessarily in the way that mattered. There were systems in place on this show to coerce people into doing things they didn't want to. Trevor knew that almost as well as the girls. He wouldn't have done this if Violet hadn't maneuvered him into it.

That meant that the consent of the person who had just blown him was, at best, dubious. Trevor felt like a monster. He'd allowed himself to act callously, forgoing the self-reflection that would have let him know that this wasn't right. How much of that was because some part of him had wanted to give in?

Trevor's nails dug into the palms of his fists. He'd made a mistake. A big one. This was going to haunt him for the rest of his life.