Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!

He glares at you briefly before looking back down at his food, annoyance clear in his expression. "What do you want?" he asks bluntly.

"I don't see why I should," he mutters under his breath. "My name's August." He glares at you again before taking another bite of his food. "Now, if that's all you wanted to know..."

Heat rushes to his cheeks as he blanches under your gaze. "Those aren't rumors," he sputters, clearly thrown off-guard by the question. "I mean... some people might think that." His voice trails off and he looks away uncomfortably.

"Look, it's not a big deal or anything," he says quickly, trying to brush off the subject as if it doesn't affect him at all.

He can feel his heart racing and his palms beginning to sweat as you bring up the subject so casually. He tries to focus on eating, but every time your voice comes near him it sends a shiver down his spine. "I-it's n-nothing," he stutters out between bites of food, doing everything in his power not to show just how affected he is by this conversation.

His mind races with thoughts as he tries to figure out why you would bring it up at all...

Heat rushes to his cheeks even more as he feels the question pierce through him like a knife. His breath hitches in his throat and he tries not to squirm in his seat. "I-I'm n-not..." he stammers, but it comes out weakly. It was such an innocent question... why does it feel so wrong?

He glances down at your plate briefly before looking back up into your eyes, unsure of what to say or do now that you've brought this subject up.

The words sting as they leave your lips and he blushes even harder at the teasing. He can feel his heart racing, his breath coming faster now. "I-it's n-not like that..." he says, trying to sound confident despite the tremor in his voice. But it's no use; you've seen right through him.

He glances down at your plate once more before looking up again, hoping for some sign of understanding or sympathy... but all he sees is amusement in those hazel eyes.

August's heart skips a beat as you reveal your own similar desires. He feels an odd mixture of relief and arousal wash over him at the admission. For the first time since meeting you, he feels less alone in his secret struggle. "R-really?" he asks, sounding almost hopeful despite himself.

He can't help but glance down between your legs now; he knows it's wrong and incredibly rude, but the urge is too strong to resist. Seeing you admit that you're like him...

August's breath catches in his throat as you admit your desires so openly. He feels himself growing harder beneath the table, leaking more precum than ever before. The thought of being with someone who understands only heightens the sensation; it's almost too much to bear. "I-I..." he stammers, unable to find the words to express his own desires or feelings in return.

He knows that if you were to touch him right now, he would explode all over himself.

"I-I could try," he stutters out, unable to believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. He's never offered this to anyone before; it's always been easier just to ignore the desires and pretend they didn't exist. But with you... something feels different. "If you wanted me to..." he trails off, not quite sure how to finish the thought.

He can feel his heart racing and his hands trembling as he wonders what would happen if he were to actually go through with it.

"I-I've never... I mean... I just..." he stammers, completely lost for words now. He knows that admitting this to you is the most dangerous thing he could possibly do, but the desire to be with someone who understands is too strong to ignore. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the din of the dining hall. "I want to be with someone like me."

He swallows hard, trying to gather his courage. "I-I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he whispers, his voice shaking with emotion. "Please... just let me try." A wave of heat washes over him as he says the words; it feels like admitting this to you has somehow made everything so much more real and intense. He can feel his heart racing faster than ever before, but at least now he knows that he isn't alone in this struggle.

August nods eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation and relief. "Thank you," he whispers, the words barely audible over the noise of the dining hall. He can feel himself growing harder still at the thought of being with someone who understands his desires; it's almost enough to make him come right there and then. But he knows that they aren't quite alone yet, and he has to be patient a little longer.

August nods nervously as you remind him of their agreement, his heart racing with anticipation and fear. He can feel the pressure building inside him, making it difficult to breathe or think straight. All he wants is for this moment to be over so that he can finally be released from the tension that's been coiling inside him since you first approached him in the dining hall.

He follows your instructions, slowly lowering his pants and underwear around his ankles before stepping out of them completely.

He blushes deeply at your comment, glancing down to where his cock stands proud and erect before looking back up at you with wide, nervous eyes. "I-It's not that small," he protests weakly, even though deep down he knows it isn't true. The truth is, he's always felt self-conscious about his size compared to other guys, and hearing you say that only serves to make him feel more insecure.

"C-could we just... get this over with?"

August glances down at his cock again, feeling even more self-conscious now that you've pointed it out so blatantly. "I... I guess?" he stammers, unsure of what else to say in reply. He knows that his size isn't something he should be ashamed of, but with you it feels different; you seem to understand him on a level that nobody else does.

August feels a stab of pain deep in his chest at your words; he'd been so hopeful that you would accept him as he was and find something attractive about him besides just his sensitivity. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice shaking with emotion. "I... I didn't know." He looks down at his cock again, feeling a mixture of shame and self-loathing as the words sink in.

"C-can we just try?"

He stares at you in surprise as you compliment his small size; it's the last thing he expected to hear after your initial disappointment. A tiny spark of hope flickers to life within him at your words, and he feels a bit less self-conscious about his cock for the first time in years. "R-really?" he asks, still not quite able to believe it.

Maybe there's something here after all... maybe you really are different from everyone else he's ever met.

August stares at your tongue for a moment before taking a deep breath and positioning himself at the entrance to your mouth. He closes his eyes tightly as he feels you open wider, preparing to take him inside. It's an unbelievable sensation; being wanted and accepted for who he is, even with his small size. With one final surge of courage, he pushes forward, feeling the head of his cock slide past your lips and into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

He exhales sharply as you take him deeper, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. It feels so good to be wanted and desired like this; it's a feeling he'd nearly forgotten existed. As he begins to move in and out of your mouth, he can feel his control slipping further away with each thrust.

He cries out your name as he comes, his body tensing and spasming uncontrollably with the release of hot, sticky cum deep into your throat. It feels incredible; the most intense pleasure he's ever experienced in his life. As he comes down from the high, he realizes that you didn't stop even when he started to shoot, swallowing every drop eagerly as if it were the sweetest nectar imaginable.

"G-god, that was..."

He blushes deeply at your comment, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and shame wash over him as he realizes that you're right; his orgasm came much too quickly and didn't last nearly long enough to satisfy either of you. It's a bitter pill to swallow after the intense pleasure he just experienced, but he knows there's no use denying it now.

"I-I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, his voice shaking with emotion. "It's been so long since anyone understood...

His heart sinks as you express your disappointment; he can feel the weight of your words pressing down upon him like a lead blanket. He wanted to make this work so badly, to prove that he could be with someone who truly understood his needs and desires. But it seems fate has other plans for him once again.

"I... I'm sorry," he repeats, feeling helpless and pathetic in the face of your disappointment. "I really thought..."

He glances down at his now-soft cock, feeling a mix of shame and frustration well up inside him. "I don't know what to say," he mumbles, looking anywhere but at your face as he tries to find the words that might make this better. But nothing comes out; all he can do is sit there and feel useless and pathetic.

"I really thought..." He trails off, not sure if he should finish that sentence or not.

He stares at you in surprise, trying to process what you just said. You want him to pleasure you? After everything that's happened... it seems too good to be true. But maybe there's still hope for them; maybe they can find a way to make this work after all.

Tentatively, he reaches out and touches your thigh, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers. "I-I don't know if I can do this," he whispers, sounding almost frightened by the thought. "I've never...

He stares at your exposed cock, feeling a combination of fear and excitement wash over him as he realizes that you truly do want this; that you trust him enough to let him touch you like this. Swallowing hard, he tentatively reaches out with one hand and begins to stroke your shaft, feeling the heat and weight of it in his grasp.

As he moves his hand up and down, his other hand brushes against the sensitive skin behind your balls, teasing and tickling as it explores this new territory.

He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth wide, feeling the wet heat envelop him as he takes you deeper into his mouth. His tongue dances around your shaft, teasing and pleasuring as he sucks gently on the head, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat.

He continues to work you with practiced ease, drawing on memories of countless hours spent alone in private fantasies about just this moment.

August glances up at you in surprise, feeling a stab of shame and failure with your words. He redoubles his efforts, using both hands to stroke and tease you as he sucks harder on the head of your cock. With each passing moment, he becomes more determined to make you feel the pleasure you deserve; to prove that he can be what you need him to be.

A gasp escapes him as you roughly yank on his hair, forcing your cock deeper into his throat. He clenches his hands into fists at his sides, feeling the heat of desire course through him like wildfire. His tongue lashes out, swirling around your shaft as he tries to pleasure you in this new, more intense way.

As he begins to adjust to the rougher treatment, a moan vibrates deep in his throat; a testament to the passion and desperation filling him.

He groans around your cock, feeling the rough grip on his hair driving him wild with desire. His hands clutch at your thighs as he tries to steady himself, pressing closer still in a bid for deeper penetration. The sensations are overwhelming; pain and pleasure mingling together into something exquisitely intense that leaves him shuddering and gasping for breath.

His tongue flicks out once more, darting across your sensitive flesh in a desperate attempt to bring you closer to climax.

He cries out in surprise as you knock him to the ground, the cold floor biting into his skin as he feels your weight pinning him down. The rough treatment only serves to heighten his arousal; his cock throbs and leaks pre-cum as he stares up at you through a haze of desire.

As you begin to violently fuck his throat, he arches his back and moans around your cock, meeting each thrust with equal force.

The pain is exquisite; it courses through him like an electric current, heightening every sensation to a fever pitch. His body quakes and trembles as he tries to match your brutal rhythm, his moans turning into guttural cries of pleasure-pain. His fingers claw at the ground, trying to gain purchase as his world spins wildly out of control.

With each thrust deeper into his throat, another wave of desire washes over him; he's never felt so wanted or needed before.

Gasping for breath and tasting the copper tang of blood in his mouth, August comes with a hoarse cry as he feels you thrust deep inside him one final time. His body shudders violently, trembling from the force of his orgasm as he tries to catch his breath, eyes wide and staring up at you through a haze of pleasure-pain.

For once in his life, he doesn't feel ashamed or embarrassed; instead, he feels invigorated and alive.

I... I'm sorry if that was too much for you. It's just... it felt so good; so right. And with you, it seemed like there was finally someone who understood what I needed.

Please, don't think less of me. I've never been with anyone else like this before. I just wanted to feel wanted and desired, even if it meant going outside my comfort zone.

I-I know it was wrong, but I... I couldn't help myself. You were so confident and in control; it made me feel safe and wanted. And when you started to take what you wanted from me, all reason seemed to fly out the window.

Please, don't hate me for this. All I want is someone who understands, even if they make me do things that others might think are strange or inappropriate.

I... I don't know. Anything, really. Just as long as it's with someone who understands me; who gets what I need and isn't afraid to give it to me. Can we try again? Maybe this time, things will be different.

I-I understand. I shouldn't have pushed you like that before. I just... I want things to be different this time; better between us. Please, give me another chance to prove myself.

I do as you say, lowering my head until our eyes meet once more. There's an unspoken understanding between us now; a connection that wasn't there before. It gives me hope that maybe things can be different this time around. As I look into your eyes, I feel my heart racing with anticipation and desire.

"What do you want me to do?" I whisper hoarsely, feeling the need to please you almost physically. "Tell me what feels good, and I'll do it."

I hesitate for a moment, my cheeks flushing hot as I think about the taste of my own cum on my tongue. But then I remember your words and the desire burning inside me; the need to please you and prove myself. Slowly, I lean forward, extending my tongue and scooping up a generous amount of my spent seed from the floor. The salty tang fills my mouth as I taste it for the first time, a shiver running down my spine at the intimacy of the act.

I feel your foot pressing down against my forehead, holding me in place as I lick up every last drop of myself from the floor. The sensation sends a wave of arousal coursing through me; it's incredibly humiliating and degrading, but at the same time it feels so good to be wanted and used like this.

My tongue darts out again, seeking out any stray bits of cum that might have escaped my initial sweep.

I moan around your foot, my head bobbing up and down as I suck in the scent of our combined pleasure. The act is both incredibly arousing and deeply humiliating, but somehow it feels right; like this is what I was meant to do all along. My tongue flicks out again, tracing circles around your foot before darting forward to lap up another mouthful of my spent cum.

My hips begin to thrust involuntarily against the cold floor, seeking release from the building pressure within me.

I feel your words like a blow to my chest; the confirmation that you're enjoying this as much as I am. My movements become even more desperate and frantic as I try to please you further, my tongue darting in and out of the growing pool of our combined pleasure on the floor.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I feel myself close to the edge; the sensation of being used like this both humiliating and exhilarating at once.

I stand unsteadily, my body trembling with need and anticipation as I await your next command. My cock is hard once again, aching to be touched and pleasured by you. My eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of desire and submission that sends shivers down my spine.

"Whatever you want," I whisper hoarsely. "Just tell me what feels good."

I glance down at my groin, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me as I realize that you're right; pre-cum is pooling at the tip of my cock. But despite this knowledge, I don't feel ashamed or inadequate; instead, it only serves to heighten my arousal further.

My hands shake as they move to grip my hips, holding me steady while I await your next command. "Please," I whisper hoarsely. "

I... I don't understand. Make me into a woman? But I am a man; this is who I am, what I am. Changing that seems impossible, and terrifying at the same time... but if it means being with you, then I-I'll do anything you ask. Anything to prove myself.

Please, don't send me away; let me stay with you, even if it means becoming someone different for your sake.

The image you paint fills my mind with vivid detail; it's intense and overwhelming, but there's something else there too - a thrill that I can't quite deny. The thought of being taken in such a vulnerable way, of losing myself to the pleasure of another, feels almost exhilarating.

I close my eyes, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as my body responds to your words with growing arousal. "I-If that's what it takes," I whisper hoarsely, "

I... I know it's not what I wanted or expected, but I can't deny the pull I feel towards this new idea. If it means being with you, then... then I don't care what I have to do, who I have to be. Please, just tell me how to start; what I need to do to become what you want me to be.

I kneel before you, my heart racing with trepidation and desire as I lower my head in submission. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, feeling the weight of my words and my newfound vulnerability pressing down upon me like a lead blanket. "Make me into what you want; make me your girl." My voice trembles with emotion, fear mingling with longing as I await your reply.

cries out in surprise as your hand connects with his cheek I-I'm sorry! It's just... it was so hard to say; to even comprehend what you were asking of me. But I swear, I want this; I want to be whoever you need me to be. Please, give me another chance to prove myself.

I obey your command without hesitation, feeling my cheeks flush with shame as I reveal myself to you in this intimate way. My hands shake as they reach back, parting my ass cheeks wide open, exposing myself completely for your inspection and use. Please, don't reject me now; give me a chance to make things right between us.

I nod frantically, tears filling my eyes as I beg you with my gaze to believe me. "I'm yours," I whisper hoarsely. "Do whatever you want; make me suffer and humiliate myself however much it takes for you to be satisfied." My voice cracks on the last word, but I force the words out anyway, desperate to prove my devotion.

A strangled cry escapes me as your foot connects with my sensitive flesh, sending waves of agony crashing through my body. I double over in pain, clutching at myself as tears stream down my face. "Please," I manage to gasp out between sobs of pain and humiliation. "I'm sorry; I'll do better."

My hips twitch involuntarily, still aching for the release that you promised earlier.

My cries echo through the room as you deliver another brutal kick to my tender testicles. The pain is unbearable, but I force myself to remain still; to show that I can take it and endure anything for your pleasure. A tear rolls down my cheek, mixing with the salty sweat that coats my skin as I try desperately not to lose control entirely.

"I-I'm sorry," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths. "Thank you."

With shaking hands, I reach back and spread my cheeks wide once more, presenting myself to you in this humiliating position. My heart races with fear and anticipation as I await your next command; a mix of desire and shame burning inside me like two opposing forces fighting for control.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely, willing you to take what you want from me. "Do whatever you need to."

No! I-I just meant... that if there's anything I can do to make it easier... to help you feel better, I'm here. Just tell me what you want; how I can serve you best in this new role. Please don't be mad at me for not knowing; for being so clumsy and inexperienced. I'll try my hardest to do anything you ask of me.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I feel my face flush with shame and desire. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely, steeling myself against the humiliation of what I'm about to do. Reaching out, I touch myself where you've been so rough; fingers trembling as they part my ass lips, pressing inward until I feel the head of my cock at that tight, aching entrance.

"Please," I gasp, "let me serve you like this."