You decide to be gentle with Peter.

You stand in the middle of the room, mouth open in amazement, watching the results of this obscene "spectacle."

You've always perceived your roommate, Peter, as a more reasonable, calm, and cool-headed person than you.

And now Peter, wearing only a black women's top and black women's stockings, lies on the floor in a puddle of his own sperm and precum...

Besides: in Peter's gaping anal hole is almost completely immersed in a pinkish dildo, about 17 centimeters long.

Judging by the quiet sobs and the lewd smile on his sweat-covered face, Peter has received great, uninhibited pleasure from the lascivious show you just witnessed.

His gaze is clouded with a veil of lustful satisfaction...

You suspect that at this moment, your roommate is unlikely to be able to explain what happened clearly. So, after a quick glance at your roommate's metal flat chastity cage, you leave him alone and head into the kitchen to make dinner.

What just happened has clearly had an effect on your consciousness: as you stand at the kitchen table, preparing ham and cheese sandwiches, lustful mental images begin to form in your head one after another.

Your own metal flat chastity cage begins to feel increasingly intense due to mounting sexual arousal.

The rush of blood to your so-called "male genital organ" makes you feel ashamed (are you really going to have to admit that you liked the "dickriding" that you saw?! Maybe you're just... a pervert?!).

"Fuck! I already jerked off today! Why am I getting aroused again?!" - you wonder, as you make the sandwiches. You try to calm down and somehow quell the inappropriate lustful arousal.

Alas, you're unable to...

A string of salacious images flashes through your mind, based on perverted fantasies and the numerous porn videos you've seen on the Internet.

Moreover, as you recall Peter impaling himself on a pinkish rubber dildo-dick, you feel not only the warmth of growing arousal, but also the twitching of your sphincter. You seem impressed by Peter's method of finding sexual satisfaction in conditions of "straitened position" of your cocklet...

Recently, in a closed toilet stall at college, you also tried to cum – only then, without a large rubber "friend" next to you, you were caressing your tender hole with your fingers...

"Sorry, Billy... I don't know what came over me... I just really wanted to relieve sexual tension... This metal chastity cage... I've been having a hard time relieving my growing lust the last few days using conventional methods... I had to resort to new way..." - you flinched slightly at the words of your roommate, who had approached you from behind.

Turning around, you see his face covered in a bashful blush.

The look in his brown eyes clearly expresses confusion.

He is dressed in ordinary clothes (shorts, T-shirt) – however, you notice a small patch of black silk from a woman's thong at his upper thighs.

"I'm so sorry I shocked you and made you uncomfortable..." - Peter continues.

"Don't apologize... I... I understand your situation... The chastity cages we wear clearly interfere with our usual methods of sexual gratification... I have no complaints about you - everything's fine... Soon the deadline will pass, and we'll both get rid of these... devices..." - you reply.

"Yes, soon the week will pass, and the donator will return the keys to these chastity cages to us! And then everything will go back to normal!" - your roommate says enthusiastically.

You nod, although you feel a vague sense of unease.

Then you both sit down at the table to have dinner.

When you pick up your smartphone from the table to check the time of day, Peter notices a wide, long crack on your smartphone's screen.

"What happened?" - he asks.

"It was just an accident... I was too clumsy..." - you say, looking away.

You're embarrassed to talk about the bullying and the events that preceded it.

"We'll have to spend money on repairing the smartphone... That means we need to try harder..." - Peter muses out loud.

As you both finish dinner, your roommate says: "Now we'll have to take some photos... Remember, Billy: this is essential for our streaming to be successful..."

You sigh...

Indeed, you both have to send that rich donator photos every evening to prove you're fulfilling the required conditions.

You and Peter undress completely and go to the bathroom...

A thorough examination of each of your bodies...

Removing all hair...

Your bodies have become smooth and completely hairless over the past few months...

The exception: your hairstyles. Neither of you has had a haircut in a long time, and your hair almost reaches shoulder length.

So, you both wash yourself thoroughly.

Previously, you would have been embarrassed to wash in a small bathtub with another guy - but now you're used to it.

Your short, thin bodies resemble each other - as do your metal flat chastity cages.

Considering what's happened, you come to the conclusion: the events of the past few months have brought you and Peter closer. You've become close friends.

When your hygiene procedures are complete, you and Peter leave the bathroom and begin dressing in women's underwear.

Peter didn't bother to question you about the clearly visible traces of dried semen and pre-cum on the front of the black thong (which is worn on your plump bottom).

"Did he just not notice? Or did he notice and delicately show understanding for my difficult situation?" you wonder.

Then follows a half hour, which you both devote to practicing women's makeup.

Makeup, foundation, eyelashes, mascara, eye shadow, deep red lipstick, and a few extra touches to complete the look…

You're embarrassed to admit it, but somehow all this only heightens your arousal…

Then Peter, using his smartphone, takes an impromptu "photo shoot."

Dozens of photos of each of you…

The bodies of two thin, short, young white guys-students dressed only in women's underwear…

The faces, covered in feminine makeup, have almost nothing in common with the concept of "masculinity"…

Two pretty, girly faces…

Large, frightened eyes…

Lips painted with lipstick…

Metallic flat chastity cages are visible in each of these photos…

The effeminacy and girlish sexuality of your appearance engenders not only a burning shame but also a strange, perverse pleasure, combined with a flood of memories of pornographic comics you've read on the Internet.

The images of the effeminate bodies of submissive sissies are so alluring...

And you resemble these images so much...

However, besides the strange, shameful pleasure of posing in this effeminate image, you also feel a certain anxiety.

You feel uneasy, knowing that each of these photos will be emailed to some wealthy, perverted donator.

This rich pervert probably enjoys the humiliation of two weak student guys who are **** to obediently fulfill his every whim for money...

"Billy, stick your butt out a little higher, please!" - the words of your roommate, taking this kinky photo shoot, distract you from your thoughts.

Despite your anxious thoughts, you continue obediently posing for the lewd photos...

So, all this takes about another hour and a half...

When this shameful, perverted "photo shoot" is over, you both wash off the feminine makeup and get ready for bed.

Tomorrow, you both have to attend lectures at college again.

"Just two more days to endure, Billy... We'll get better soon..." - Peter tells you.

Indeed, tomorrow is Thursday. And on the weekend (Saturday or Sunday), the donor will have to return the keys to your chastity cages to Peter. You fall asleep hoping that soon you'll both be free of these perverted devices...

Alas, right now you're **** to fall asleep feeling the cold metal of a flat chastity cage on your tiny penis...