Don't Feed the Trolls - Ch. 03 (6.5k words)

[ElevatedWit]

Well, I'm sure you've been waiting with baited breath, obsessing about what underpants I am wearing today. Truly pathetic. 

Ive been focused on more important things. I've barely even thought about our conversation last night. 

However, as I am a man of my word, I am indeed wearing the item I borrowed from my girlfriend. Also, we just had sex, and it was extremely erotic.

So I suppose you want a photograph as proof. And if you expect me to feel self conscious about that, I'm not. 

So I'll send the photograph shortly. 

As soon as you reply. 

Hello?

Hello?!

DO YOU WANT THE PHOTO OR NOT?!

******

This was not how Whit wanted to start his weekend. He shifted anxiously on his computer chair, tapping at the desk as he waited for the troll’s reply.

Logically, he knew that clothes were just clothes. Just the fact that he was wearing a pair of underpants that were officially designated for women didn't mean anything about his manhood. If anything it actually meant that he was more manly, because he was so secure in his manhood that he could just wear panties without even thinking about it. He wasn't obsessing over it, like some pervert. Like the troll. 

Last night had been confusing though. Seeing his ass in the mirror, so round and smooth and bouncy, framed by those skimpy panties, looking just like one of the girls in the videos…

Whit got up and paced around his cramped bedroom. The floor was littered with takeout containers and dirty clothes, which he was absolutely just about to clean up. As soon as the troll replied. Not that Whit was stressing about it. 

There was a ding from his computer and Whit shot across the room, eyes wide. 

[Footballfan43]

mds sissy give me a minute 🤣

ill look your photo if q r so desperate

[ElevatedWit]

I'm not! I simply have important things to do today!

Whit already had his webcam set up, so he took a deep breath, glanced at the door to make sure Varun wasn't waiting to barge in, and pulled down his pants. 

He wasn't wearing a thong today. The panties he had on were pale blue, an eminently masculine colour. They covered much more, too. The soft, silky fabric came over halfway down his cheeks, letting just a little of his curvy, pale ass spill out beneath the lacy trim. Whit winced and looked away, taking a photo and yanking his jeans back up before he could think about it. 

[Footballfan43]

kkkkkkk 

always so desperate to present ue ass sissy

Whit hadn't realised he was doing that. 

[ElevatedWit]

Well it's just because I'm sick of your disgusting obsession with my penis! 

[Footballfan43]

ohhh u prefer focus on the other end

no surprise, clearly q r a bottom 🤣🤣🤣

[ElevatedWit]

IM NOT A BOTTOM!!!!

Not that I would ever have ANY kind of sex with men, but if I did it would OBVIOUSLY be in the penetrative role!

Anyway! You got your stupid photo, clearly proving that I do NOT have any kind of sick interest in wearing women's panties. 

[Footballfan43]

tru….

Whit smirked with satisfaction. Finally the troll was seeing some sense. 

[Footballfan43]

u are interwst in wearing sissy’s panties

Whit slammed the laptop shut with a shriek of frustration. Then he opened it back up again. No way he was leaving the troll without an expertly crafted comeback.

[ElevatedWit]

You have been acting very gay for this whole conversation!

***

Whit wasn't working today, and Varun was in the living room doing whatever stupid normie shit he did these days, so he spent the rest of the day holed up in his room, gaming. 

It wasn't a bad way to spend the day. Whit was an excellent gamer, and he enjoyed flexing his prodigious skill in online matchmaking. Or he would've, if it wasn't for the fact that his teammates all fucking sucked shit, and his ping was insanely high, and all the other heroes were completely overpowered, and the game fucking sucked anyway and only idiots played it. 

After a few hours, the ache in his stomach was starting to feel more like hunger than rage, so he ordered delivery. He was already lost in another round, when his door swung open. 

“Hey Bug,” Varun said, crinkling his nose melodramatically, as if the smell of Whit’s room was really so offensive. He lifted the delivery bag, “Your lunch is here. Wanna eat together?”

“Fuck off, Varun!” Whit snarled, barely looking up from the screen, “Just leave it at the door!”

“Fuck, I'm just…” Varun trailed off with a scowl, “Sure. Fine. Enjoy your food, man.”

He dropped the bag and walked off, grumbling to himself. 

Whit kept playing for another eight hours. 

Sunday was pretty much the same. But with pink panties that time. 

*****

The fucking troll wasn’t checking his messages on Monday morning, which left Whit bouncing anxiously at his laptop, watching the time tick away. 

He had work today! He actually needed to go earn some money, because unlike the loser troll, he didn’t live in his mom’s basement. Varun had already left twenty minutes ago, and it took fifteen minutes to walk to the mall, and sure, being a little late wasn’t that big a deal, but Whit would really prefer not to have any added scrutiny on him today seeing as he was gonna be wearing fucking panties to work.

The clock ticked down another minute and Whit hissed and sent the photo. 

It didn’t feel good, sending unprompted panty pics to some random pervert online. It was much less awkward when the troll asked for it. That way, Whit was just following instructions. But what else was he meant to do? 

Whit got to work just in time, and he was pretty sure nobody had noticed anything about his choice of underwear. He was wearing one of those nondescript black thongs today. At least it was better than something pink or frilly. 

He was keeping himself, organising a shelf of phone cases, when he was interrupted by a bright and chirpy, “Hey, Whitaker!” 

He looked up and scowled. It was Sophie Liang, pretty and peppy and already a shift supervisor, even though she had only been hired a few months ago. Diversity quota, probably, and also probably because the manager wanted to sleep with her, and also because she was a total corporate drone. She showed up to every shift bright-eyed and smiling, with a crisp uniform and a full face of makeup. It was pretty clear she had nothing going on in her life besides shilling phone plans. What a freak. 

“What do you want?” said Whit. 

Sophie’s smile faltered for a moment, but she powered forward. 

“I just noticed that you’ve been spending most of your shift lurking away in the corner back here!” she said, “And I think it’s such a shame our customers are missing out on seeing your friendly face. How would you feel about spending some time on the register?”

Whit rolled his eyes. This was what he hated most about Sophie. Her cringe-inducing attempts at fake friendliness, acting like she gave a shit about Whit when really she just wanted to boss him around. It was insulting that she thought that he was so easily manipulated.

“I’m fine on the floor,” Whit said coolly, and turned back to the shelf. 

“Alright,” Sophie sighed, “Well. I also wanted to talk to you about. Um. Your clothing.”

Whit’s blood ran cold. The thong. The fucking thong. He whipped around, pressing his back up against the shelves. His hand darted to the back of his waistband, scrabbling desperately to check if his panties had ridden up. They felt like they had, but they always felt like that! It was a fucking thong!

“This is an awkward topic, I know,” Sophie said, lowering her voice, “But I just wanted to bring it up before any customers did.”

“Uh-huh!” Whit squeaked. Fuck, why hadn’t he tucked in his shirt? It felt like the ugly branded polo was hanging low enough to keep him covered, but what if it had ridden up while he was sorting the shelves? All it would’ve taken was a single moment, one thoughtless crouch, and his humiliating secret would've been on full display. Fuck!

“I know wearing a uniform can be annoying,” Sophie continued, “I mean, I wish I could wear something cuter too! But still…”

“I swear, it’s just a one time thing,” Whit babbled, his cheeks burning red, “I have a really good explanation for–”

Sophie raised a hand and Whit obediently shut up, too embarrassed to even chafe at the condescension. Oh no. Was he… was he getting hard?

“The thing is, you just need to make sure you’re doing laundry regularly,” she said, smiling overbearingly at Whit, “Because, well…”

Whit’s brain was working overtime, desperately trying to cut off the blood flow to his random, ill-timed boner, and coming up with an excuse for Sophie. Laundry, right? He was borrowing his girlfriend's underwear, because he hadn’t done laundry in a while, and he had no other–

“...you’re a little whiffy,” Sophie finished. 

Whit blinked, “What?”

“It happens to us all!” Sophie said, “It’s not too bad, but just make sure you give your clothes a good wash tonight, okay?”

A wave of relief washed over Whit and he nodded dumbly. Sophie smiled and patted him on the shoulder. 

“Attaboy, Whitaker!” she beamed, “I knew I could count on you.” 

“Thanks,” Whit said weakly. Fuck, he really thought he was done for there. Even though there was a completely logical, manly, non-perverse explanation for why he was wearing panties to work, he wasn't sure a bimbo like Sophie would be able to understand it. 

He could feel his dick shrinking back down again. Just an anxiety boner, that was all. He wasn't a pervert. 

Sophie stopped, her dark eyes narrowing as her hand lingered on Whit's bicep. 

“Did you shave your arms?” she asked. 

“Um!” Whit blushed, “I'm, um, I started swimming.”

Sophie raised an eyebrow, “In September? Must be freezing.”

“W-well, I'm a pretty tough guy,” Whit said, tugging his arm out of Sophie’s grasp. 

“Sure, buddy,” Sophie smirked, “Laundry tonight, okay?”

***

Whit balanced the laundry basket on his hip as he fumbled with the front door. His arms were already burning from carrying it all the way up from the laundry room, and now the stupid key wasn't going in the stupid lock, and the stupid thong was riding up again, and why couldn't anything ever just be easy?

The key jammed in the lock again, and Whit was just about to start swearing when the door swung open. Whit jumped and would've and dropped his newly clean clothes all over the floor, but Varun shot out a steadying hand to catch his arm. 

“Fuck!” Whit yelped, “Why are you behind every door?”

“Shit, this does keep happening,” Varun laughed, “Hey Bug, I was just heading out.”

“Didn't ask,” Whit muttered. He tried to shove past Varun, but the big dumb oaf wasn't moving, and his broad body was filling up the doorway. 

“Hey, actually,” Varun said, a note of cautious optimism in his voice, “I was gonna hang out with some high school peeps, you wanna come along?”

“High school peeps?” Whit snarled. This guy just got worse and worse. “I don't remember having any peeps in high school. If you recall, everyone in that school treated us like shit!”

“Yeah, well,” Varun shifted uncomfortably, “I mean, we were kinda dorks back then.”

Whit's eyes narrowed, “Excuse me?”

“Some of those guys were assholes, sure,” Varun said quickly, “But we’ve all changed a lot since high school. Seriously, I think you should give them a second chance.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Whit yelled, “They ruined my fucking life!”

I’m just saying, we didn't make it easy for ourselves!” Varun protested, “I mean, maybe if we had made more of an effort to fit in, instead of spending all our time doing nerdy shit, maybe people would have liked us more.”

Whit stared Varun in absolute disgust, “So you think we should have just sacrificed our entire personalities to suck up to the same fucking pricks who used to call us slurs and shove us in lockers?”

“No, I just–”

“Is that what you're doing tonight? You're gonna hang out with Justin Burke and his braindead hockey goons and kiss their asses all night?” Whit snapped. 

“Obviously fuck Justin Burke,” Varun said firmly, “Fuck that guy and all his bully friends. But I don't think you're doing yourself any favours by holding onto these grudges, Bug.”

“I will never change myself to try and appeal to some random fucking asshole,” Whit said, jabbing a finger at Varun’s chest, “Never. If that's the way you want to live your life, fine, go be a cuck. But leave me the fuck out of it.”

Varun opened his mouth to say something, but paused. His eyes travelled down Whit’s arm, then drifted over to the laundry basket. Whit’s hair would've stood on end, if he hadn't gotten rid of it. 

Whit followed Varun’s gaze and his blood ran cold. Fuck! He had washed the panties he had worn the last few days along with the rest of his clothes, and he could see just the tiniest hint of pink peeking out from the pile. He whipped the laundry basket behind his back, heart racing, and glared up at Varun. 

“So are you gonna fucking move or what!” he squeaked, “I don't have all day here!”

“Okay, okay,” Varun lifted his hands in defeat and stepped back. Whit hustled through the doorway, cheeks burning. “Hey, Bug–”

“Don't fucking call me that!” Whit snapped, his voice strident and high-pitched. He clutched his laundry basket with both hands and glared at Varun, eyes hot and prickling, “Just fuck off, Varun! Go have fun with your normie asshole friends!”

Varun looked hurt, but before he could say anything Whit turned on his heels and stormed back to his bedroom. He dumped the laundry basket out on his bed and flopped down next to it. As usual, talking to Varun had accomplished nothing except making him feel even shittier.  

Well, fuck him. Whit wasn't going to spend his free time worrying about a prick like Varun. He hopped on his laptop and checked if the troll had acknowledged his photo yet. 

[Footballfan43]

SISSY HUAHAUAHAU

Y Q STILL WEARING OANTIES 🤣🤣🤣

I said for the rest of the week ellie

its monday

i guess u just find them so much more comfoetable hmm? a btter fit for ue girly little body

Whit's heart sank. That wasn't true, was it? The troll said to wear panties for a week! It was only day four! Whit would've caught it if the troll had said “the rest of the week”, he certainly wouldn't be wearing them for a day longer than he absolutely had to. He scrolled back up to check, even though he was sure he was right. 

[Footballfan43]

wear panties for the rest of the week. to work, when u see ur gf etc

Oh, god damn it. 

Well, it was an easy mistake. Anyone could’ve misunderstood that, especially with the troll’s shitty grammar and spelling. 

It wouldn’t do to admit that, though. Whit would rather die than admit a mistake.

[ElevatedWit]

Yes, I was aware of that, obviously. I'm not an idiot. I just decided to continue the challenge for an extra day, to demonstrate just how little this sort of thing matters to me. 

Perfect. Whit sat back smugly. He had proved his manhood beyond a shadow of a doubt, and now he could go on with his life without ever thinking about this stupid troll again. 

[Footballfan43]

sure ellie 🤣🤣🤣

any edcuse to wear panties huh? you really do enjoy it

[ElevatedWit]

No! I don't enjoy it!

[Footballfan43]

oh?? 🤔

u don't enjoy bc its embarrasing to walk around with your tiny clit stiff and leaking in your panties all day 

horny sissy…

[ElevatedWit]

NO!!!!

I'm not hard or leaking! I don't have ANY kind of reaction to wearing them! 

[Footballfan43]

really…

[ElevatedWit]

YES

That's why I wore them for an extra day! I could wear them for an extra MONTH and not even care!

[Footballfan43]

big words sissy 

[ElevatedWit]

I'll do it! Just watch!

In the back of Whit’s mind, he was aware he had perhaps not handled this situation as well as he could've. But there was no time to dwell on that, because the troll was typing again. 

[Footballfan43]

oie ellie i notice something in your photo

u shaved ur legs for me? 🤣 u slut

Whit smirked. How predictable. Fortunately he had planned ahead for this. 

[ElevatedWit]

I shaved my body for purely hydrodynamic reasons. I'm a swimmer, and it helps me perform better.

[Footballfan43]

🤣🤣🤣

who do u preform for sissy?

strip club?

[ElevatedWit]

No, idiot! 

It helps me perform better in the pool! For competition! 

In swimming races!

[Footballfan43]

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

i dont think they let sissies swim in womens race ellie

[ElevatedWit]

I RACE MEN YOU STUPID FUCK

[Footballfan43]

even less likely kkkkk

i doubt u could keep up with the girls ellie 

with those chubby little sissy legs

There was a fire burning in Whit’s belly now. The sissy stuff was bad enough, but insults about his physical fitness cut deeper than the troll could possibly know. He had been bullied for not being tall or strong or athletic enough all through high school. He may have been a hundred times smarter than any of the slack-jawed gorillas on the hockey team, but just because they were bigger and brawnier they could push him around however they wanted, and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Well, he would do something about it now. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He was a grown man, and he would show this troll just how tough he was. 

[ElevatedWit]

Fuck you, troll. 

Obviously I'm stronger than any fucking WOMAN.

[Footballfan43]

idk sissy ellie

ive seen my gf workout and she goes hard 🤣 u would be destroyed

[ElevatedWit]

Bullshit. 

What workout does she do? Anything she does, I guarantee I can do better. 

I can lift more weights. I can run faster. I can jump higher. I'm a fucking MAN.

[Footballfan43]

🤣🤣🤣

idk sissy

she uses some workout video online

Whit snorted. That was it? Easy.

[ElevatedWit]

Just wait, troll. I'll show you. 

***

“And hold it… hold it… Come on girls, you got this!”

Whit panted desperately, fighting against the strain in his ass and thighs. A river of sweat poured down his face. 

“Feel that burn, ladies!” cheered the stupid bitch on his laptop. 

It had seemed like such a simple plan. Whit just opened YouTube, clicked on the first result for “workout for women”, and set up his phone to record himself absolutely crushing it. 

He was not absolutely crushing it. It turned out “Michelle Champion’s Booty Bootcamp for Badass Bitches” was fucking hard.

“Three… two… one… one more…”

Whit whimpered, more from frustration than pain. But also a lot from pain.

“And release!”

Whit sprung up from his squat and immediately collapsed onto his bed, almost crying with relief. God, that was horrible! That video had to be a fucking prank or something. He had barely made it through alive, there was no way it was actually intended for girls to complete. Sure, the comments were full of women talking about what a fun, easy beginner’s workout it was. But they were definitely being sarcastic.

But he had done it. There was no way the troll could talk shit about him now. He just had to send him that video and wait for the troll to admit he had been beaten. 

In five more minutes. God, his thighs were really burning…

Ten minutes later, Whit dragged himself back to his phone and reviewed the video. Crap. In the interests of anonymity, he had changed out of his work uniform, and cleverly positioned himself so that his face wasn't in the shot. Unfortunately, this meant the camera was focused directly on his butt, and the flimsy cotton gym shorts he hadn’t worn since high school didn’t do much to hide it. 

Whit tried to convince himself that it wasn't a problem. Everyone had butts. There was nothing embarrassing about having a butt. But the troll’s comments about his “fat sissy ass” kept swirling around in his head, along with that weird moment in front of the mirror the other night. Whit’s ass did look pretty big, especially with all the swaying and thrusting and squatting Michelle Champion had him doing. Even worse, there were several moments where he had to bend over or stretch for the sky, and when his shirt rode up you could clearly see the whale-tail strap of his thong. 

It was fine. It was fine! Whit couldn't help what his butt looked like. If the troll said anything about it, that just meant he was the gay one. And as for the thong, well, the troll already knew about that. Whit had already sent him a photo that morning. This was fine. 

Whit refused to access pornographic material on his phone (he wasn't a deviant, after all), so he had to transfer the video over to his laptop before he could show the troll. He made sure to edit out his ten minute recovery at the end, too. That was irrelevant to the purpose of the exercise. 

[ElevatedWit]

Could a sissy do this?

He sent the video and sat back smugly. There was no way the troll could spin this one. Photos could be misinterpreted (for example, a totally flaccid dick could seem like it was hard, just because of the pixels) but this was a full video of an honest-to-god feat of strength. 

[Footballfan43]

mds sissy give me warning next time

all ur girly panting and moaning ppl will think im watching porn

Whit's face screwed up in disgust and anger.

[ElevatedWit]

I was NOT moaning! I was GRUNTING. 

[Footballfan43]

u kbow that room smell crazy 🤮🤮🤮

[ElevatedWit]

WHAT

It was just like the troll to completely switch tactics after Whit had shut him down, but what the hell was this about? Whit shrunk a little in his seat. Why was everyone making fun of the way he smelled today?

[Footballfan43]

dirty clothe on bed trash on floor sweaty sissy ruvbing her clit in there all day

u rly are usless ellie

🤣🤣🤣

Whit’s stomach turned. Okay, yes, maybe his room was a bit of a mess, but that was just because he had been so busy recently. For the past couple of years. He wasn't useless. He was just…

Well, he was busy. That was all. He was busy living his life. Something the fucking troll would know nothing about. 

[ElevatedWit]

The clothes are CLEAN for your information! And I was just about to put them away!

And the only reason I'm sweaty is because I just got back from the gym right before that video, so I actually had TWO workouts today, while you were sitting on your fat troll ass obsessing about me!

And I was just about to toss out that trash I just wasn't bothered to clean up just to impress some stupid troll!

[Footballfan43]

🤣🤣🤣

so defensive sissy

sintky angry sissy

[ElevatedWit]

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE STINKY ABOUT 

I DO NOT SMELL 

[Footballfan43]

idk ellie look at that greasy hair 🤮🤮🤮

Whit's eyes narrowed. So that was it? He ran his fingers through his hair and grimaced. Alright, he hadn't been taking particularly good care of it. It had grown long and tangled and, okay, yes, a bit greasy. He ran it under the water every few showers, but he was vaguely aware that he probably should've been shampooing it or something.

[ElevatedWit]

I was just about to wash it, for your information. 

I shudder to imagine how disgusting YOUR hair is.

[Footballfan43]

i keep it trimmed ellie 

since ur so desoeate to see

Whit sat up. Was the troll about to send a photo of his face? That was pretty stupid, sending an identifying photo to someone you're having a battle of wits with online. This would give Whit plenty of ammunition to make fun of the troll, or even doxx him and ruin his life. He grinned wickedly. This moronic troll didn't even know what he was opening himself up to. So far all Whit had to go off were that the troll was a man, and had brown skin, and a huge–

The troll sent the picture, and Whit’s eyes darted to it eagerly.

“Ack!”

The troll’s face wasn't in the photo at all. Instead it was another obscene crotch shot, apparently taken on the troll’s phone in some disgusting public bathroom. He had his fly unzipped and his jeans and boxers pulled down just enough to show off a crop of dark pubes, neatly trimmed, just as promised. And of course, he had one hand wrapped around his long, thick cock, offering it up to the camera. Whit’s cheeks burned. God, it was so big. When Whit wrapped his hand around his own dick, the whole thing was covered up. It wasn't even long enough for the pale dainty head to poke out beyond his fingers. But the troll… even with his big, meaty hand gripping the shaft, there was still so much cock left. The fat mushroom head was fully visible, with several more inches after that, so thick and heavy that it was bowing under its own weight. He wasn't even hard, Whit realised. The troll’s cock was so big that even just the part of it that was showing was bigger than his tiny, useless, pathetic sissy cock had ever been, and he wasn't even hard.

What would it look like hard?

[Footballfan43]

dont stare all night sissy 

u have chores to do 🤣🤣🤣

***

Whit stormed out of his room, arms laden with food delivery trash. Fucking troll! Stupid fucking troll and his stupid cock! Messing with his head, making him feel small and weak and powerless…

But he wasn't! He was a strong independent man, not some pathetic sissy. And he was getting his shit together, and it had nothing to do with the troll's taunting. 

He had slammed his laptop shut as soon as the troll sent that disgusting picture. Basically immediately. He didn't need to see that kind of thing. 

He threw out his trash, put away his clothes, then looked around his room suspiciously. Was there anything else the troll would give him shit about? Not really, his room was pretty bare bones, he had never bothered decorating it or anything. That shit was gay. 

Shower next. 

The troll had said something about Whit's hair being greasy, and even though that was a pretty gay thing to notice about another man, Whit had claimed he was about to wash it. If he didn't, the troll would call him out about it for sure. So, fine. He would wash his hair. 

He didn't have shampoo or conditioner of his own, but Varun did, and Whit felt some smug satisfaction stealing it for himself. It lasted until he actually got into the shower. 

Once again, he was hyper aware of just how different his body looked, compared to the troll's. His wide hips, his smooth, hairless skin glistening under the water, and of course his… his completely normal-sized penis. Only now, Whit couldn't help fretting over his legs, too. Were they really “chubby little sissy legs”, like the troll had said? Of course they weren't. They were men's legs. Strong legs, legs that could get through a whole workout without giving in, even if it had been close. But then… his thighs were so soft, round and squishy under his probing fingers, and they still ached from that dumbass booty bootcamp routine. He did spend a lot of time sitting in front of his computer, after all. 

Whit growled in frustration and reached for Varun's shampoo. Alright, maybe he could stand to be a little more in shape. He could start going to the gym… ugh. No. He could already imagine what that would be like, a whole fun full of shithead jocks, just like the guys who had bullied him back in high school. Fuck that. He was perfectly capable of working out at home. He could just use that stupid video again, once or twice a day until it was easy, and show that bitch Michelle Champion she couldn't hurt him. 

Whit smirked to himself as he massaged the shampoo into his scalp. Yeah, that was a good plan. He would be ripped in no time, then the troll wouldn't be able to deny that he was an athlete. Or could be an athlete. What else did he need to take care of? 

Shit, he had said something about wearing panties for an entire month, hadn’t he? That was gonna suck. He would have to keep shaving his legs, too, to keep up the swimming ruse. Whit scowled as he washed the shampoo from his hair. So his daily routine was gonna be doing a women's workout routine, shaving off all his body hair, and wearing panties to work. For a month. Fucking great.  

He really needed to turn the tables on this troll. Washing his hair was a good start, so he grabbed Varun’s conditioner and got to work. But he needed more. What did he have over the troll? 

His job was nothing to brag about, and he didn't really have any friends. But he had told the troll he had a hot, kinky girlfriend. Whit grinned to himself. That was good. The troll was clearly rattled by it too, so much so that he had obviously lied about having a girlfriend of his own, one who worked out. As if!

Ugh. Thinking about working out again reminded Whit of just how badly his poor ass was aching. He squeezed his sore, tender cheeks and whimpered. God, it hurt so much. He squeezed again, moaning softly as the hot, throbbing pain penetrated his cheeks. He needed to let the conditioner soak into his hair for a few minutes, so he took the time to lean against the wall and massage his poor aching butt, squeezing and rubbing and digging his delicate hands into the plush, round cheeks. Fuck, it felt good, somehow both painful and soothing at the same time. He closed his eyes and let his breath puff out in hot little gasps. The cool tile felt nice against his face in the steamy heat of the shower. His hands, slick with conditioner, slid smoothly over his hairless skin. He ran them down his thighs with a groan, arching his back in pleasure as hot drops of water splattered against his hot nude body. So nice….

The image of the troll’s cock rose unbidden in his mind. So long. So thick. Whit’s tiny hands would barely stretch around the massive shaft. The troll didn't include his balls in the photo, but Whit could only imagine how big they must be, no doubt hairy and heavy and the same creamy light brown colour as that giant cock. Whit gritted his teeth, glaring sightlessly as his fingers gripped hard into his aching cheeks. If only he could hold the troll’s balls in his hands, squeeze them like he was squeezing his own ass right now, really show him who was boss. Whit panted with exertion, rubbing and squeezing faster, harder. Yeah, that'd teach him. That dumbass troll would think twice about calling him a sissy when Whit’s little hands were cupping those fat, swollen, sensitive balls…

What happened next wasn't Whit’s fault. His hands were so slippery with conditioner, and his hairless booty provided zero friction, and it was a genuine, pure accident when his hand slipped between his cheeks and he jabbed a finger against his tight little asshole. 

“Oh!” Whit gasped, high and breathy. His eyes snapped open and he yanked his hands away like he had been burned. 

Fuck! What the fuck! No guy was ever supposed to touch himself there! Talk about fucking gay!

It wasn't his fault. He had slipped. The stupid conditioner. He washed his hands quickly, then rinsed his hair and ran the shower ice cold for a moment, just to snap himself out of whatever twisted daydream he had been having. The icy water couldn't stop the burning shame in his stomach, though. What the fuck had he been doing? Playing with his ass and thinking about the troll’s genitals. Gay, gay, totally fucking gay. Whit’s cheeks felt red hot as he stepped out of the shower, and his eyes were prickling with shameful tears again. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he being so fucking weird?

He took a deep breath and tried to get his thoughts straight. He had to get dressed, and figure out the kinky girlfriend stuff, and send the troll a pic of his hair, and…

And he would see that disgusting picture the troll had sent him again. And then the troll would call him a sissy again, and say all other kinds of fucked up things, and Whit would have to come up with more rebuttals, which he would of course, because he was smarter than the troll, and he wasn't a pervert, and it would all be fine, but suddenly it just seemed so exhausting. 

Whit felt sick. Genuinely disgustingly sick, and tired, and cold, and… he just couldn't do it.

The troll could wait until tomorrow. Fuck him. 

Whit threw on some pajamas (and another thong), and considered his options. He couldn't stand to even be in the same room as his laptop right now. Varun wouldn't be home until late. That meant the apartment was his. He made his way out to the living room and settled in to watch some anime on Varun’s big TV. 

His hair was hanging wet and lank around his face. His bum still hurt. No matter how much he tried to just relax and enjoy the show, he couldn't shake the yucky, cold feeling in his tummy. He was about to give up and go to bed when the front door opened and Varun clomped in, muttering to himself.

“Oh, shit,” he said, “Hey Bug. You wash your hair?”

Whit glared at him from his huddled position on the couch, “I told you not to call me that.”

Varun sighed wearily, “Sorry, Whit. Didn't expect to see you out of your room.”

“Didn't expect to see you home so soon,” Whit retorted sharply, “Thought you’d be out with your high school peeps.”

Varun scowled, “You might've been right about them.”

Whit perked up, “Oh?”

“Fucking Justin Burke showed up,” Varun muttered, “And he didn't even say anything, but I couldn't get your words out of my head. Everyone was being so buddy-buddy with him, and I was thinking about him pushing you around, and it made me want to puke. So I left.”

Whit stared at Varun, wide-eyed, “You just left?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

Whit’s tummy was feeling funny again. Only this time it wasn't yucky and cold. It felt strangely warm.

“What are you watching?” Varun asked.

Whit turned up his nose, “Nerdy shit that makes people not like me.”

“Sounds great,” Varun yawned. He shrugged off his jacket and plopped down on the couch. Whit squeaked and yanked his feet out of the way to avoid getting squished.

Whit glared at Varun silently, waiting for him to say something shitty, but for once Varun wasn't acting like a smug stuck-up normie. He just seemed tired. 

“Wait, I remember this show,” Varun said, “The guy with the orange hair, he’s possessed by the demon king, right?”

“Mhm,” Whit grunted. 

“Fuck yeah,” Varun sat up suddenly, eyes locked on the screen, “This is the episode where he fights Dragon Eight, right?”

Whit couldn't help his treacherous lips from quirking into a smile, “Yep.”

“Oh hell yes, this arc rules so hard,” Varun turned to Whit with a grin, “You know what, I'm glad fucking Burke showed up. I got home just in time!”

His eyes were so lit up with excitement, and his voice was so happy and warm and bouncy that Whit couldn't help but giggle. 

Varun’s thick eyebrows knotted in concern, “What's so funny?”

“Your accent came back a bit,” Whit grinned. 

Varun frowned, “Fuck.”

“It's not a bad thing,” Whit pointed out.

“Guneet was there tonight,” Varun muttered, turning back to the TV, “And she was joking around about my fob accent back in high school.”

Whit went quiet. Guneet Khurana was one of the pretty, popular girls that Varun had an unrequited crush on back in high school, when he was still an awkward beanpole with a patchy mustache and a monobrow. Varun’s shoulders hunched, and even though they weren't friends anymore, Whit couldn't stop himself from saying something.

“Fuck Guneet,” he said, “She was always a fucking idiot. Remember she almost failed maths in eleventh grade?”

Varun smirked, “Yeah.”

“All those high school jerks were so dumb,” Whit announced, “We were the only two smart ones in that school.”

Varun laughed, “Yeah, fuck them. You're right, Bug.” 

Whit pursed his lips, and after a moment Varun realised his mistake and looked up.

“Sorry, I mean–”

“It's fine,” Whit said. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “Whatever. It's just a dumb nickname.”

Varun smiled, “Thanks, Bug.”

Whit turned back to the screen, focusing intently on the fight scene taking place in the show. For some stupid reason, his cheeks felt hot. But he felt a lot better than he had after his shower. 

They watched a bunch more episodes together, and surprisingly Varun never said anything mean about the show, even when it got cheesey, which admittedly happened pretty often. He laughed at the jokes, and cheered when the Demon King defeated Dragon Eight, and for a couple of hours Whit could almost pretend they were back in high school, watching anime together on a Saturday night in his mom’s den. 

“I wish Priya was into this stuff,” Varun said. 

Whit's jaw clenched. Of course Varun had to ruin things by bringing up that stupid American bitch. He tried to ignore him and focus on the show, but the Demon King was busy charging up an attack, which meant at least three minutes of just grunting. 

“We used to watch TV and cuddle every night back in Boston,” Varun sighed, “It was nice.”

Whit rolled his eyes. Wow, amazing, Varun had a fucking girlfriend. He didn't have to rub it in everyone's face. 

Actually…

“Do you ever do anything kinky?” he asked.

Varun froze. He slowly turned to Whit, his shoulders  tense, “Uh… what do you mean?”

“With Priya, “said Whit, “You two have sex, I assume. What sort of kinky stuff is she into?”

“Uhh,” Varun squirmed uncomfortably, “Dude, that’s kind of a personal question.”

Whit huffed and crossed his arms, “I thought you wanted me to act more normal. Guys talk about sex stuff all the time. Don’t be fucking weird about it.”

“I guess,” Varun grimaced, “Anyway, I haven’t really brought it up with her.”

“Well, what would you bring up?” Whit asked. 

Varun eyed him warily for a moment, like he was worried Whit was trying to make fun of him. As if. Whit was above such petty behaviour. 

“I mean, you know, typical kink stuff,” Varun said cautiously, “BDSM things. Activities of that nature.”

“Mhm,” Whit nodded thoughtfully, “Okay.”

“Uh,” Varun paused, “Is there, uh. Any reason you ask?”

Whit shrugged defensively, “You're the one who keeps bragging about snuggling with your stupid girlfriend.”

“Right,” Varun said slowly, “Sure. That's my fault I guess.”

There was a clear irony in his tone and Whit did not appreciate it one bit. He got to his feet with a huff.

“Whatever,” Whit glowered, “If you wanna do BDSM with her so bad just fucking ask her already. I'm going to bed.”

He stormed out of the room before Varun could say another word and slammed his bedroom door behind him. Another pointless conversation with his idiot roommate. What a waste of his time. 

BDSM, though. That was something he could work with. 

********************

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Fuckin took me long enough. Good grief. Sorry for the delay!

The next post will either be another chapter of DFTT, or an unrelated oneshot story. And hopefully it won't take quite as long to write.

Huge thanks to Lucy and Rivahn for their help, as always! Lucy has a couple of new bangers up on Scribble Hub: Bella Broken, about a cis girl who wakes up in a new reality where she was born a boy (fun!); and The Amulet Switch, about a boy who finds a magical item that allows him to switch genders and uses it for some carefree fun... until he makes a huge mistake. Go check em out! Rivahn is also cooking up some absolute fire, stay tuned for that >:3