You still have things to do right now. You can meet Carlos sometime later...

You **** yourself to consider this offer and not respond impulsively.

If you had given in to the first emotional impulse, your answer would have been a definite "yes".

However, you strain your brain, and memories of your financial problems and the difficulties of college intensify in your mind.

And also memories of your roommate, Peter.

After all, he's trying so hard to help you in your difficult situation...

And he probably expects you to behave "soberly" and responsibly...

"Sorry... I have a lot of important things to do right now... I'd prefer to hang out with you another time, Carlos..." - you reply, slightly embarrassed.

"No problem, dude! Catch me later!" - he says, smiling.

Carlos explains to you how you can find him in the future. It turns out he's also a college student, but lives in a room on a different floor of the dorm building.

Then you say goodbye to him, and he leaves.

"Library, I need to get a couple of books from the library... Books on draftsmanship..." - you say, trying not to miss the important thought.

Almost tripping over a tree root, you make your way to the library.

There, you quickly reach your destination and, holding a couple of books, exit the building.

Walking toward the dorm building, you feel a slight dizziness.

However, this is a minor issue compared to the surge of "mental well-being" you feel and the joyful detachment from stressful memories.

So, you're getting closer to returning "home"...

Opening the door to your room, you hear the voice of your roommate, Peter.

"Who is he talking to now?" - you wonder worriedly.

You walk into the room, put your books on the table, turn around, and see...

Peter is currently streaming!

Even though it's Friday, not a weekend...

Peter, wearing only deep blue lingerie, is sitting on the couch, chatting with the stream audience.

Next to him, three dildos are lying on the couch - a pinkish one, a bluish one, and a large black one...

He quickly notices your presence and says: "Hi... I've had to make the decision that our streams should be more frequent from now on... Streaming only on weekends is clearly not enough, given our financial problems... I think you'll agree with me on that, Billy..."

You nod...

Your gaze falls to your roommate's groin...

His metal flat chastity cage is visible among the shifted fabric of his dark blue lace panties, as are his small testicles. A dark blue lace bra conceals Peter's nipples.

He wears white nylons.

And his face is covered in makeup, accentuating the sweet, feminine quality of his appearance.

And now hundreds of stream viewers are seeing all of this...

It's all so humiliating...

However, apparently, the stream viewers enjoy it.

And for the sake of money, your roommate is now **** to stream more often.

One of the reasons is your increased financial problems, your need to buy a new smartphone due to the aftermath of that nasty "incident" with hobo.

The "incident" with the hobo, who **** you to kneel, sniff his hairy, big balls, and obediently suck his stinking cock...

Inexplicably, the taste of his cum suddenly appears in your mouth...

So, because you're in deep shit, now your roommate is trying to fix it...

He's struggling for you...

And what have you done for him?

In your head, a sentimental "bitterness" mingles with the relaxed, joyful thoughts...

You look at Peter again...

You feel ashamed in front of him...

And, giving in to these feelings, you begin to undress...

It seems, in your current mental state, you're daring to do many things...

Soon you're standing in the middle of the room, wearing only a black thong, black lace tights, and a black bra.

Your thong doesn't hide what's between your legs at all – ridiculously tiny testicles and a pathetic little penis, securely locked in a metal, flat chastity cage.

You look at it... and giggle nervously.

This strange, tiny metal device has been squeezing your flesh for almost a week now...

You'd so like to get rid of this thing...

But...

To a certain extent, you've gotten used to it over the past few days.

Your cocklet was always very small.

And now – it's completely negligible...

You look at your roommate again, feeling a growing sense of sympathy and gratitude towards him. You and Peter are so alike...

Two weak whitebois, each of whom lacks a proper cock between their legs, only ridiculously tiny micropenises.

Somewhere you heard that these weewees are more worthy of the term "sissy-clits"...

Chaos in your head is like a seething whirlpool...

Memories, thoughts, regrets...

You and Peter...

You both resemble the countless images of horny sissy sluts, many of which you've seen in countless porn videos on the internet.

These lewd visual images appear one after another in your mind, which is immersed in a strange mixture of euphoria and sentimentality.

It seems you've watched too much porn and sissy-hypno videos...

Strange thoughts run through your head about the enticing sexuality of the tender bodies of all these sissy bitches...

Chastity cages only enhance their depraved sexuality...

You're giggling stupidly again...

You stumble forward and sit down on the couch with your roommate. "I could do the stream alone, Billy... I know this can be emotionally difficult for you..." Peter whispers in your ear.

Emotions overwhelm you, and instead of responding verbally, you squeeze your roommate in a passionate embrace...

Your fingers gently caress his nipples...

Taking advantage of his hesitation, you begin to kiss him passionately...

Your tongue penetrates his mouth...

And the stream's viewers see everything...