Hurt by acts of love

As everyone else made their way out toward the 'smoking parlour' for after-dinner drinks, Suzy peeled himself up from the table. Jesse immediately jumped up to try and help… but the other sissy simply waved him off and brushed down his dress as if this was nothing to make a fuss about. He grinned reassuringly at his visiting friend and offered a chipper "Come on, let's get cleaned up and ready then!", tugging at an arm without waiting for a reply.

Jesse let himself be pulled along in the wake of a further stream of those robotic serving drones, zooming around and clearing the table with dizzying efficiency. His attention was gripped though, by a single drip of creamy, viscous liquid dribbling down the back of one of Suzy's pink and perfect legs. Everything that small memento meant, in physicality and emotional weight, was spinning around his head. Yet, his companion only seemed to have more of a spring in his dainty, skipping step. The virginal femboy just couldn't seem to equate those two contrasting ideas: The genuine, building storm of fear and anxiety in his chest over what might happen next… and what it might feel like to be penetrated by another human being in such a way. Compared with the genuine joy in life he saw from this beautiful creature he felt such a connection with, and found it harder and harder to drag his eyes away from. No-one he'd met in all the Homes, seemed to shine with the same sense of inner light and purpose. They did not fight against their roles, and might even revel in them… But most did so darkly and sordidly, with all the dry, grounding backdrop of feeling they were just dirt beneath their 'better's' feet. While Suzy had such faith. Such a sense of fitting precisely into this higher world, exactly where he was supposed to. It made even Betsy's ever-recycled logical arguments, seem like they were always halfway just the girl trying to persuade herself. It was that thought that really put Jesse on edge… as if he was leaving her behind in clinging to this new prophet through the darkness.

They entered the kitchen and found Cooky waiting. The magnificently-curved woman bouncing a strange looking implement lightly against one palm.

“Time for the turkey baster, Little Toy Mistress?” She enquired, raising an eyebrow and grinning malevolently toward Suzy.

“It’s probably a good idea…” Came the reply, diverted toward Jesse by the full-breasted boy. “It’s not as bad as it looks!” He squeaked, shaking loose of his guest's grip and moving over to stand on a grate in the floor.

Without a second’s thought, the house chef stepped straight up behind the apparent son of her employer and shoved one end of her tool into his rear. A strange, mewling sound emerged from Suzy’s lips for a second or two… closely followed by a pop, and a torrent of pouring water. Jesse watched in horror as a lot more of that thick, creamy substance came pouring out of his friend and down into the drain below.

“It does make you feel a lot cleaner!” Squawked the teen, as the older woman had already somehow refilled the implement and begun the process anew. “And Cooky’s actually pretty gentle…”

The clear enjoyment the naked cook was getting from this task, rather hampered his efforts to make it seem like no big deal. With toes turned in and the hem of his dress pulled up high, Jesse probably would have laughed at how comical his friend looked… if he wasn’t dreading the words “Your turn!” so much… right up to the point they were quite cheerily said.

Of course, he stepped up to the grate anyway… bending over a little and offering his bottom as any good slut would. The plastic insertion was nothing new in the slightest, but the rush of water going the wrong way most certainly was. He felt it slosh and splash an awful long way up, mapping out the bends of his gut in a way he never thought he’d become so intimately aware of. Then came the strange and sudden rush back out the other direction, as it felt like all of him might just fold inside out and flow down between the gaps beneath his bare feet. The rush of watery sensation seemed at last the final straw… he felt something splutter within him and tears begin to flow down his cheeks. A bursting dam of raw, overwrought emotion! Both individuals surrounding him looked stunned for a moment by this reaction, before rushing in to embrace and console. For no-one at all could see such a pretty thing sob and not drop everything to try and mend that.

It took a minute or so of frantic asking, and deep, squeezing hugs… before Jesse could finally get out the two words which mattered most among all his other worries:

“Y-you lied!” He unleashed upon Suzy, only wanting the other sissy to hold onto him tighter. “A-about your Daddy not paying to f-fuck me… and now all these strangers are going to, too!”

A look of heartbroken despair washed over his friend, as the femboy realised what mistake he had made and let fester within this one who he loved so dearly. The glisten of tears instantly jumped into his eyes too, as he tried to get all the words he needed to fast enough.

“Nononononono! I didn’t- I should’ve! Oh, Jesse I-I never explained!” Suzy seemed to have to stop for a moment here, to shower his companion in kisses. “Daddy didn’t pay for you… or not really… I did! I-I just couldn’t bear the thought of someone else- Someone who might be too rough… So I… Oh, I just didn’t want the others to know! I was stupid! So stupid!”

Jesse’s heart skipped a beat, blinking through the watery blur and trying to catch up with what he had just heard. “Y-you… did? But… how?! It was so expensive… Betsy looked… and… I… I thought…”

More kisses were incoming, from Cooky on the back of his neck as well. Pervert or not, it was clear the woman had a lot of heart to lend.

“I begged Daddy to let me give up my allowance… for, well, pretty much forever…” Said Suzy, beginning to wipe the salty mess from his eyes. “He finally agreed… as long as he could hold this little party and invite some friends to… watch. I didn’t think you’d mind… I mean, we’re on camera half the time anyway… I am really sorry Jesse… You can still go home if you want… they won’t mind really… I can put on some other show…”

The teen from Home 23 was still trying to find his heart in this situation, from where it had bottomed out and then been filled beyond bursting. He just couldn’t find the words. He just couldn’t find the words!

“Y-you did that… for me?” Was all that came out. Sounding so short of all the unfathomable love and gratitude he had for this wonderful creature right now. He couldn’t bear to be so tongue tied about it, so made do with leaping forward and tying up Suzy’s tongue instead. Drowning the other sissy in a tear-soaked snog that might have lasted for years yet to come.