Author's note: This is a continuation of "Repayment Plan," so you might want to read that before this. This story contains non-con elements which could be distressing to some readers. All characters featured are over 18.
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As soon as he arrived home from the doctor's office, Daniel had taken the morning after pill which he was given. That night, he spent a long time wondering just what the hell he'd gotten himself into, and why he had ended up enjoying it so much. He initially felt dirty, ashamed, but as he found himself replaying the events over in his mind again and again, even as he was going about his chores, he was overcome with an arousal that drowned out every other thought and feeling. Not only that, but he'd made $500 towards his debt for a mere fifteen minutes, of his time, and the use of his body.
After a shower and lain in bed, the image of Dr. Johan looming over Daniel's naked, exposed body and the feeling of his hand around Daniel's neck; the stretch of that big cock rooted in his unprotected pussy, his begging, and the hot pulsating sensation of being filled with semen - it all came flooding back. He was still sore inside from the assault. The ache only reminded him once again what had been done to him, and how much he actually liked it.
He wasn't supposed to feel this way.
Daniel took his phone from the night stand and opened up the app. The first thing he did was turn automatic payments off, so if he was ever going to use the app again he might at least be able to negotiate exactly what was expected of him first. Was he actually considering using it again? The prospect made him throb. Looking over his transaction history, he felt a shiver of pleasure run up his body when he read "Payment of $500 from C. J. was successful."
He set his phone back on his night stand, and pushed his boxer briefs off from his body under his duvet. He felt himself, and he was still so wet that he must have left a dark spot in his underwear.
Closing his eyes to his room, he started to finger his sore pussy and replay everything that happened over again. He dug two fingers deep inside himself, then brought them up to his mouth to taste. It was a mixture of his own sweet juices and the salty, unmistakable tang of leftover semen. With one hand he continued to finger his soft, sensitive hole, and with the other he rubbed wildly at his engorged clit until he came hard; the image of his assault burned into the back of his eyes.
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It had now been a week since Daniel had been for his check-up with the new doctor, and a week since he had installed the app "TransOptimum." The app was designed to facilitate trans people paying off their accumulated debts for gender affirming surgery and treatments. He had learned a lot about the app in that time, namely that it could lead to unintended consequences, and that he couldn't stop thinking about trying it out again - maybe even going for another "check-up."
But he'd learned a few other things too. There was a finance management page where accumulated money could be sent to a special payment card used only to purchase ongoing transition-related treatments such as hormones, therapy, voice training; really, whatever long-standing need one might have in their transition. That could be useful.
There was apparently no way for Daniel to search for other users, be they trans and trying to pay off their debts, or paying clients. But somehow he was visible to potentially paying clients on the app. Based on the location settings that he still couldn't turn off, he assumed that trans users would be sorted by distance and visible to users with some other type of account - a customer account.
The app itself didn't have much information on ways to safely use it, and finally skim-reading the jargon-filled pages of text that was the terms of service only yielded what could be boiled down to "use at your own risk," and "TransOptimum and associates are not responsible for anything that may or may not happen to you as a consequence of using this app."
There was no real guidance on the "variety of services" potentially offered by the trans users either, and considering that prostitution is legal though heavily regulated, the app could have been made with that use in mind. Not only this, but customers stipulated the kind of services they wanted. There was no way to create adds or offer specific services other than in the profile bio section that had a frustratingly small character limit. A trans user just had to wait to receive a message, and that was when the discussion about prices and services would begin. Because of this, Daniel had begun considering what he would do and how much it would cost for him to do it.
There was a separate notification section for direct messages which only appeared after Daniel had received his first message. It was during the evening, late into the week, and shortly after he had uploaded a profile picture; the picture was himself from mid-thigh to shoulders, shirtless, and in some tight-fitting black boxer briefs that outlined his sex and distinct lack of bulge.
The message, from a user called "LuvrMike," read: "Nice pic. Any more? Colour me interested."
Daniel stared at the message for a second, before realising he was able to look at the user's profile. There wasn't much to look at. A blurry face photo, taken in low light, and an empty bio. Daniel returned to the message screen. He quickly sent another picture he'd taken along with the first one, which was again from his mid-thigh to his shoulders, no face showing, topless; in the same pair of black underwear. His back was turned to the camera this time, and he had bent over slightly to stick his bum out invitingly for the picture.
Almost instantly he received another message: "Love it" Then another: "Take the underwear off" and another: "I need to see the goods first."
Daniel considered the request for a moment. As impersonal as this interaction felt, it still started to make his insides twinge in a pleasant way. Fortunately he'd taken just such a picture for this occasion, similar to the second, sans underwear and exposing his round, firm ass and both of his tight holes. He promptly sent it to LuvrMike, and then came a couple of quick replies: "Mmmm beautiful pussy and ass. How does $100 sound?"
