It took Dean a couple of attempts to slide the key into the lock, but once he did, he was able to turn the knob and push the door open by putting all his weight behind his shoulder. Decades of moisture had warped the wooden door, making it squeak against the frame. He was home.
The wallpaper had been peeling since he arrived and mould on the ceiling and the upper third of the walls had become ordinary to him.
It was the only place that he could afford that was close enough to his work.
Every room in the thirty-story building was an identical sardine can that was mostly occupied by old divorced males or unattached boys who were barely out of school, with the occasional drug addicted femme. Like many apartment complexes in the area, it reminded him of the inferior earning potential of males in the new economy.
His one bedroom apartment felt like little more than a well furnished prison cell but it was all he could afford on his salary. The single bed was against the wall to his left, tiny en suite bathroom to the right and kitchenette on the opposite wall. Above the sink was a small window only slightly bigger than his head, he had left it open all day but it did virtually nothing to ventilate room. The summer heat was stifling as always and his apartment somehow felt warmer than it was outside.
As soon as he jammed the door closed behind himself he began taking off his clothes. This was routine for him in the summer months. He even took off his underwear to avoid sweating into them.
The room was spinning after an evening of drinking so he steadied himself on the door knob as he stepped out of his tight elastic g-string pouch. It was the only underwear that wouldn't show a seam under his tight work pants.
Dean collapsed face first against his bed. Despite making it home safely he still felt violated. Sometimes he wondered if any of the ladies at work saw him as anything more than a sexual object to be conquered. And the way that they would look at him always made him feel so exposed and belittled. With how universally accepted pornography was becoming, he could only assume that every one of his co-workers and bosses had seen at least one of his videos.
He rolled onto his back and his half flaccid penis struck his thigh with a soft slap that almost had a moist quality. He felt shame as he realised that his cock was getting hard at the thought of his ignominious fame. He hated his penis sometimes. Ever since his time at Supreme Sisters, feelings of violation and humiliation would make it spring to submissive attention. What had those ladies done to him?
The experimental birth control pill also had some lasting affects. After he stopped taking the drug, he gradually regained the ability to orgasm, but it always required intense concentration and hard work. It had been more than a week since his last release because he was usually too tired to put in the effort. The result was a background sensation of sexual frustration that almost never left him. His cock would never quite go completely soft. A partial erection was always there, humming on the tarmac with its engine warmed; a slut ready to serve at a moment's notice. It was so bad that he had almost given into the submissive desires of his corrupted cock that very evening, and if he had, the consequences would have been disastrously humiliating for him.
The heat interrupted his thoughts so he turned on the fan which sat on his bedside table. He had spoken to the land lady about fixing the ducted central air conditioning but apparently it was too expensive. However, she didn't seem to have any trouble installing a new state-of-the-art smoke detector and fancy bathroom mirror, despite the fact that the old ones seemed perfectly fine.
Dean had heard horror stories of land ladies installing hidden cameras in their properties. A stabbing fear struck him and his penis pulsed to almost full erection at the thought of being illegally filmed.
"What kind of a sick slut am I?" he said out loud.
He reassured himself that it was just another one of Stephanie's conspiracy theories, like the government building secret bunkers or men walking on the moon centuries ago.
He lay on his back, staring up at the new smoke detector that was positioned directly above the bed. The old detector was still fixed to the ceiling in the centre of the room. The new state-of-the-art censor had circular tinted panel in the centre. He imagined it like a black eyeball looking down at him with predatory hunger. Paranoia had driven him to research the suspicious device online and everything about it appeared above board. But that didn't stop his dark imagination from taking hold. A bead of precum was poking out the top like tears of denial.
"I need to do something about this," he said to himself.
Over the last couple of evenings he had spent about an hour trying to cum, only to fall into a sweaty sleep before he achieved his goal. He had spent most of that time carefully navigating the internet for images or stories of attractive young femme or at least a video where a male gets sexually satisfied in the hope that it would help him climax. It was time to try again.
He opened a browser on his phone. And started a careful web search:
Male orgasm
Results:
Audio books online - Author: High Gynarch Martha Rati
Title: Dibellan Husbandry
Chapter 5: Reclaiming the male orgasm
Nova femme magazine - The male orgasm: Dibellans call it a mortal sin and maybe they are onto something - by Xena Covenlaw
Studhub - the world's #1 porn site - Temple boys understand that the male purpose is to give great orgasms
Politico - New research concludes that orgasms make males far right - by Vivian Gynoland
Dean had been careful not to search for the wrong thing, knowing full well that he would be penalised for using politically incorrect words. But all the porn and writing on sex always seemed so centred on femme pleasure and male objectification, so he found the experience frustrating.
He tried another search term:
Cock sucking
Results:
Studhub - the world's #1 porn site - Hubby sucks the boy toy's cock to get it ready to serve his matriarch
Studhub - the world's #1 porn site - Dick and Bobby put on a show at the office party
Dean stopped reading and tried to think of something else:
College femme in underwear
Instead of results, an all too familiar government notice appeared on screen.
Male conduct violation:
Your attempt to access degrading and sexist material has resulted in a fine of 100 social credit points. This incentive is designed to support a more peaceful society as well as your mental health. Please visit the department of social affairs website to educate yourself.
Dean put his head in his hands as he realised that his balance had probably gone negative. He opened his government credit app only to be prompted by a red popup.
WARNING
Your anti-social behaviour has resulted in a negative social credit score. Individuals with negative scores are ineligible for:
-Employment in a government role
-Government welfare
-Government scholarships
-Voting
You can earn back these privileges by boosting your score in the following ways:
-Don't search for unsavoury material online
-Donate to a government approved charity
-Volunteer for re-education
The following websites have been certified as safe and reliable sources of pornography. Using these will ensure that you wont loose social credit points in the future:
-Stud Hub
-Supreme Sisters
-Teen Bucks
