He tells them to beg

Melanie opens the message.

Sure, I'm interested. Love the thong, hope you're wearing it while you and bitch-boy there are on your knees begging me to bend you over and pound you from behind.

Tell you what. Send a photo showing me what I'm gonna see while you two beg for my cock. Get me hard and I'll come over next weekend.

Here's some inspiration.

Attached to the message is a photo of a long, thick cock with a mushroom-shaped head. Melanie's mouth starts to water at the sight of it.

"So, how do we want to do this?" Josh says.

"Well, he likes the thong, so maybe I'll strip down to that and my bra, and he seems to want us on our knees," Melanie says, apparently oblivious to the fact that she has already started staging not-quite-soft-core porn for a stranger online without a second thought.

Josh thinks about it. He's already started sending potentially-embarrassing pictures, so what's one more if it might keep him out of conditioning?

"You know what, I have a thong too. I only live a few minutes away, so maybe I should go and get it before we take the photo?" he proposes.

"Sure, sounds great."

Josh leaves to fetch the fluorescent pink thong that Rachel gave him, which by some lucky or unlucky coincidence, he's not sure which, seems to match Melanie's. On the way, he wonders whether he's got himself in over his head. But then maybe he's projecting? This guy doesn't seem to be forcing anyone to do anything. On the contrary, he seems to be able to make them beg for it.

Maybe that's why the Toxic Masculinity Reform Czar hasn't come after him: he's able to be manly and get what he wants without having to harass anyone. But then he doesn't really need to, as a male unicorn on a group sex site, and with a huge cock to boot. Maybe there is a lesson for Josh: he did okay once he started offering himself to women who might actually want him, and offering something that they themselves actually wanted.

It pains Josh to think that the femininity plan is actually affecting him, even if so far it feels like the Czar has just been toying with him before she sends him who-knows-where to have who-knows-what done to him. Not that she could have known that his attempts at eating anyone to orgasm would be such a failure.

He reaches home and finds the shiny neon-pink thong, giving it a resigned look as he drops his pants to put it on. Afterwards, he looks at himself in the mirror, seeing the thong disappear into his ass, then puts his pants and shoes back on, all the while thinking why the hell did I even suggest this?

Josh then returns to Melanie's, looking just as he did before. When she opens the door, he finds her wearing just the thong and a matching bra that covers barely a fraction of her breasts.

"Looking good," Josh says, smiling at her.

"Let's see your new outfit," Melanie responds.

Josh takes off his clothes, leaving the pants for last, eventually leaving himself naked but for the shiny piece of hot-pink plastic covering his package, drawing a wolf-whistle from Melanie.

"You know, they actually kind of suit you," she says, sounding slightly impressed. "Good call."

"Are you ready for the photo?" Melanie continues. "I've set up a tripod, so it can capture us from above, like we're on our knees holding his legs."

She gestures to the other side of the room, where she has set up a fairly professional-looking camera on a tall tripod, one leg longer than the others and tied to a pile of books so that the camera reaches past the legs and peers almost directly downwards.

On the one hand, Melanie enthusiastically running around like an excited puppy is genuinely charming, but on the other, this looks like it might so easily get out of hand. Who knows where the photo might end up.

She walks over to the camera, drops to her knees, and looks up at the camera, bending her body trying to show off both her breasts and ass.

"Don't forget to curve your back and stick out your ass, make sure he can see that cute thong," she instructs. "The camera will take a bunch of photos over about twenty seconds, so we can go through the motions to make it look natural, and send the best one. Ready?"

She then reaches for the camera, presses the button, and the camera starts shooting.

"Please fuck me," Melanie begs loudly, "I want your huge cock so bad."

Josh composes himself and starts to contribute himself

"Please fuck her, please show her what a big cock feels like," he says trying hard to lay on the desperation.

"We'll do whatever you want, just please please please fuck me hard," Melanie continues, "I need it so bad."

The camera stops, and the two of them look at each other, thinking about everything they just said. But then Melanie breaks the awkward silence, standing up and pulling the camera from the tripod, taking the card out and putting it in the computer.

Josh is a bit taken aback by the photos; not because he's surprised by the contents, but just from the fact of seeing himself in this position, one in which he normally only sees pornstars, just before they pull a cock from some guy's shorts.

Melanie goes through the photos, quickly rejecting many for being too blurry or for one person or other having a weird expression. But she quickly narrows on one photo, both of with their mouths wide open and showing an expression of longing and desperation that makes Josh wonder whether they should have been actors. Both of their asses are visible, side by side in their matching thongs, and the camera has an excellent view of Melanie's enormous cleavage.

"This one?" she asks.

"That's the one," Josh agrees with a nod.

Melanie attaches the photo and sends it without a message.