Your morning state is anything but normal...

You can barely **** yourself to get ready for your morning lectures...

Distinct memories of the absurd dream you had last night seem to "pulsate" in your head, causing you to experience a strange "cocktail" of shame, bewilderment, fear, and... sexy excitement...

Images of that dream flash before your mind's eye: images of charming and divinely beautiful porn actresses mocking your insignificance; the image of your naked auntie Martha, sucking Sean Michaels's huge black cock with incredible lustful passion; the image of Sean Michaels himself, looking at you with indescribable superiority; and finally, the image of yourself—the thin and weak body of a frightened boi, dressed in a maid's outfit that looks like it was bought specifically for the purpose in a sex shop.

"Gurl"...

"Gurl"...

"Gurl"...

The word is stuck in your memory, along with a multitude of kinky images.

These thoughts...

It's hard to function properly when your head is so chaotic...

So, now you're moving awkwardly and clearly distracted.

You dropped your toothbrush on the floor, and while trying to pick it up, you accidentally hit your elbow on the corner of the bathroom cabinet.

Seeing your state, your roommate Peter looks at you worriedly: "Are you sure you're feeling okay, Billy? Maybe you're sick again?"

"I'm fine... I just didn't sleep well last night... These are just nightmares... Don't wait up for me, Peter. Go to your lectures, and I'll come to college a little later..." - you reply, trying not to look him in the eye.

Nightmares?

Is "nightmare" the correct term for this dream?

Or are you just lying to Peter again?

You're feeling a shameful arousal right now, and your mind is swarming with visual images laced with lust and sensuality.

And one more thing: right now, your own tiny penis, confined in a metal flat chastity cage, is a little... wet...

"Damn... Why?! Why have I been wanting to jerk off so much these days?! Just when this fucking piece of metal is in my way?!" - you think helplessly, feeling your hysterical irritation grow.

The creak of the door opening and the sound of the key turning in the lock...

So, Peter got ready faster than you and left the room, heading to college.

You stand in front of the bathroom mirror and, finishing brushing your teeth, see your reflection.

A short young guy with thin arms, devoid of even a hint of real masculine muscle.

A confused look from large blue eyes...

Thick eyelashes...

A beautiful face with a small, graceful nose, a small chin, and smooth pale skin...

Completely hairless, smooth skin on your chest, legs and arms...

Blonde hair on your head falls to shoulder level...

On your body...

You're currently wearing only women's underwear...

The same women's underwear you stole from the laundry: a black women's thong, black women's lace tights, a black women's bra.

Sleeping at night wearing only women's underwear has become a habit for you.

"It's... It's just convenient... Yes... That's the only reason..." - you think, as if trying to convince yourself.

Traces of dried semen are clearly visible on the front of your black thong.

Memories of the recent shameful events that occurred in college make you feel a surge of shame. "Fuck... How could I have been so stupid?! In the future, I should be more careful and not attract the attention of strangers with reckless actions!" - you think.

However, you remember something else...

The reason for that shameful event... was that you really... really wanted to relieve sexual tension back then.

And now you...

You feel a similar need again...

The slender fingers of your right hand gently pull down the fabric of your black thong, revealing your pathetic little cocklet in front of the mirror, squeezed in the inescapable grip of the metal of the flat chastity cage.

You feel a rush of blood to your so-called "male genital organ"...

A growing heat in your lower abdomen...

This lilliputian micropenis is simply ridiculous and completely unworthy of even remotely being associated with the concept of "masculinity."

Your fingers helplessly feel the metal...

Then, you sob softly, and your fingers caress your tiny balls...

At the same time, the fingers of your left hand slowly caress your tender sphincter, gradually penetrating deeper...

A quiet moan escapes your lips with every minimal advance of your index finger further – into the depths of your tender anal hole…

The process of masturbation has recently taken on a specific character for you: your main pleasure now comes from something other than touching the penis...

Memories of a kinky dream...

Memories of what your roommate Peter did with that pinkish dildo yesterday...

Memories of your own lewd actions...

It's all so hot...

But...

But you need some extra stimulation right now.

A series of memories of the multitude of depraved and perverted porn videos online makes you realize exactly what you need right now...

The string of these lustful images seems to "cloud" your mind...

You glance at your reflection in the mirror again, for some reason striking a coquettish pose, slightly sticking out your butt and gently caressing your plump buttocks.

"I... I just need to relax a little... I'd rather do this here than in college... Some porn videos... Or maybe some porn comics..." - you mumble, looking around awkwardly.

Coming out of the bathroom, you search for your smartphone...

"In pocket of breeches? Or on the kitchen table? Where..." - you look around in confusion, moving awkwardly and bumping into furniture. A couple of minutes later, you find your smartphone on the floor next to your bed.

You probably dropped it when you woke up.

Unfortunately, grabbing your smartphone, you immediately realize that your intention to do a little web surfing has encountered a significant obstacle.

Your smartphone simply won't turn on.

Apparently, the damage (caused by the offensive behavior of one of the college bullies) goes beyond a cracked screen and is far more than just a visual issue.

Looks like you'll have to pay a pretty penny to repair your smartphone...

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" - you're very upset, unable to contain your emotions.

Can't you really jerk off now?

Should you just go to lectures now?

Is there another risk that something unexpected will happen at college (in case you are **** to solve your “sexy” problem there again)?

Or can you find another solution right now?

Your gaze wanders around the room, when suddenly you notice your roommate Peter's laptop.

The laptop is lying on a small table next to Peter's bed. Will you try accessing the internet on this laptop to watch some... "naughty pervert things" and relieve some sexual tension?

Or will you not **** your roommate's trust and not use their things without permission?

Your emotions are conflicted, and you're consumed by the desire for sexual satisfaction...