Find out James' kinks

You move on from that page and look through what else he left on the flash drive. You wonder what kinds of things he's into. Maybe later on you can surprise him with something 'special', assuming the relationship lasts. Once you start looking for it, you're surprised by just how much smut there is. "Fuck" You think to yourself "My boyfriend is a fucking perv" as you look through the rest of his bookmarks. There's a lot of dirty shit here, even some things you didn't even know was a thing. There was the pedestrian stuff; plenty of uniform fantasies, like schoolgirls, cheerleaders, and nurses. A visit to the Spirit halloween store in the fall would satisfy most of those itches, if you wanted. There was also plenty of 'fanart' of video game and anime characters, only a few of whom you actually recognize. You quietly wonder how so many straight adult men could take completely innocent characters like a Disney princess and turn them into a sex object, but the more you think on it, the more you recognize it has absolutely nothing to do with the medium they come from and just their appearance.

Things started getting a little more intense the longer you looked through. Videos of hardcore fucking. Double Penetrations, Gagging, Gangbangs. Orgies, fucking in public. He's got a few favorited videos of girls sitting around and getting cummed on by multiple guys, leading you to learn a new word today; Bukkake. Your mind wanders to reimagining last night, envisioning a DND session turning into a fuckfest with you the center of attention. You're not ready for that kind of fun, not for a long time, and James' friends are too unhygienic for you to be comfortable doing that with them. Some decently handsome guys though? Maybe one day.

You can't resist the morbid curiosity any further, you have to see where this all ends. You almost wish you hadn't.

The deeper you descend, the more you start to worry, as his desires seem to skate off into the impossible, and the weird. He has some favorited stories talking about ****. As much as you want to be instantly repulsed by the idea, you recognize that there were at least a few times you were curious about your own brother. You try to justify it in your head that as long as it stays in the land of fiction and make believe, you can handle that. What becomes harder to understand and handle is what comes next; Ageplay and Adult Baby fetishes. Never in your life would you think that this would be something people would find to be a turn on; girls, and even guys, pretending to be 'littles' and fucking in diapers and stuff. Again, you start off worrying; is this just some bad substitute for James being a pedophile? Your first instinct and judgement is to say yes, but trying to look at this with eyes wide open, you realize that doesn't really fit. Ya, it's strange, but that's not what's going on at all, and there's nothing anywhere else that would even approach that desire. If that's what he was after, this would be a poor stand in. As much as you are **** to admit it, and would still never say it out loud, some of it is kinda hot. If you get the right people involved, it doesn't really matter what they're doing, you guess.

You're not sure you how much weirder this can get, and how much more you can handle, but you dare to look. Looking through another folder of his, it doesn't seem so bad at first. A collection of pictures of impossibly built weapon in laughably skimpy clothing. Huge fake tits, fake lips, and heavy makeup. You breath a small sigh of relief as it seems a lot more tame and pedestrian than the rabbit hole you had gone down with his other stuff, but it does also make you wonder. Is this his beauty standard? What he wants and expects out of women? Or, like the **** stuff, is this just a fantasy of fiction. The more you look, the more you find that it's not just that, but an entirely other fetish. Blatant objectification, of girls to be just smoking hot and lusty fuckdolls, with nothing in their minds beyond sex and making men happy. Maybe that's why he wanted me to show off to the others, you think. He just thinks of me as one of these women, one of these....bimbos

You close your laptop in a huff. James seemed much a better man than that, but despite any appearances, all he wants is someone to take his cum and call it a day, just like the rest of the men. You sit there frustrated, working through your emotions, and before too long, an unpleasant admission works through your mind. You were content not a few hours ago to think of yourself as his slut. In a lusty haze, having denied yourself from getting off, was the most happy and content you had been in a long time, second only to when James finally gave you what you wanted with that amazing cock. You look at yourself in the mirror, and begin to wonder. With a deep breath, you reopen your laptop, and take a second look. The videos are all amateur; girls doing this all of their own free will. Reveling in their objectification.

You can't believe how open and flexible you're being for James. It's a surprise to yourself that you give him a pass for wanting you a stupid little cum dump, and actually considering pursing this fetish with him, when you've never even owned a thong before. You wouldn't normally be giving this much slack to anyone else. On the other hand, you normally don't suck cock three days in a row, so there's something to be said for turning a new life.

There's too much to unpack for now, and either way, you've seen more kinks and fetishes to last you a long time. You try to turn back the clock and work on making your character like James had asked, but you find it difficult to focus. This isn't hard, you recognize that, but you just can't keep your mind on this task.

You start to wonder, what if this _was _too hard? What if you did ask James for help? Maybe that's just what he wants, and it just might be what you want too...