I'm bored and horny, again.
I have exams in a few days, and the pressure is mounting, but all I can think about is the summer break. I close my eyes, imagining those long, long days. I can vividly remember all those hours spent masturbating, the feel of my hand on my shaft. I sigh. Such is the curse of being nineteen. Then I hear a loud clatter from the kitchen, pans and pots clanging together. My older sister, Alyssa, curses and stomps an angry foot down.
I laugh. Probably another batch of burnt muffins again, I reckon. She's been on edge, ever since our parents left for the city to get renovation supplies. Our house is a bit of a pigsty, and Alyssa's band of girlfriends are coming over. I can tell the stress is getting to her, because this is her fifth failed batch. 'HELP ME, HENRY!' my sister screeches. 'Get a mop or something.'
I take my time, plodding down the stairs at a leisurely pace. 'Good luck getting on the Great Bake-Off,' I say. 'I'm sure the judges will love your traditional charcoal baking.'
Indeed, a smoky aroma lingers around the kitchen. I stand there, watching as Alyssa stumbles around. She sees me and points an angry finger. 'You just wait, Henry. I won't give you any of my prize money,' she remarks. 'And HELP, please!'
I give her a sad smile, then I pick up a broom and sweep up what seems to be a whole mountain of crumbs. I work quietly, trying to avoid bumping into my agitated sister. Jet-black hair tied in two pigtails frame her pale face. My sister has got a light dusting of freckles she absolutely hates, but I think it makes her look even more attractive. Her small breasts jiggle slightly as she moves from sink to stove. She bends over to pick up a spoon, and I get a full view of her plump butt. She's only twenty-one. I feel a stirring in my shorts, and I can't help but stare.
Alyssa stands up and looks around, catching me red-handed. 'Fuckin' pervert,' she exclaims, punching me in the shoulder. 'Go wank in your room and leave me alone.'
I laugh and walk off, slapping a hand on her ass. She squeals. 'Oi, that's it!' she shouts, giving chase. I run for my life, climbing the stairs three at a time.
Alyssa's right on my feet, reaching out her hands... and then I race into my room and slam the door. I collapse on the floor, gasping. I realize how unfit I am, as I struggle to catch my breath. My sister is quite a beauty among the boys in our college, but her moody temper puts off most students. I sigh, pulling out my phone. Time for some Pornhub, I reckon.
Then I hear the doorbell ring, and I know who it is, straightaway. Lydia, the quiet university librarian -- ginger hair, glasses, and a figure that puts Alyssa to shame. Then there's Olivia, the chatterbox -- golden blonde, charming, with breasts so big I am sure they're fake. I put my ear to the door, but it sounds like Alyssa is busy chatting. I'm safe. I open the door and creep down the stairs.
I barely get halfway before Olivia shouts out my name. 'Henry! Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you in years! Look at you. Growing out that beard, I see. How's university? You still sitting in the locker room at lunch?'
I sigh internally. It's only been two weeks, and unlike Olivia, I prefer to sit alone at breaktimes. I wave to Lydia, who waves back. 'Hey Olivia. Hey Lydia. How are you gals?' I cross my legs slightly, trying to cover the growing bulge in my shorts. I try not to look at the two girls in hope of keeping my erection down. What a pervert I am, I think to myself.
Olivia launches into another long rant. 'Well, you see, me and Lydia were just walking from the shops, right? They got this massive discount, like huge, and like there's so much on sale. And then we see this Gucci bag, so I'm like, well, why don't we have a look? And then guess who we meet? It's Tyler, you know, and I'm like OMG why are you here? So he tells me all about the breakup...'
Her voice fades into the background, merely a buzzing sound. I've lost interest, but I nod and pretend to agree, trying to squeeze my legs tighter. But it's not working, and I decide to shuffle down the last few steps, staggering over to the bathroom. I hear the three girls laughing, and I hope it's not about me. I leave the door slightly ajar, pulling my pants down and freeing my erection. I look around the bathroom. The bathtub's been ripped from the wall, and the toilet is lying on its side. Four metal braces protrude where the bathtub once was, and the root of an idea forms in my head.
It's a crazy idea, one that I can't possibly imagine acting out. But my shaft is throbbing, and I'm hornier than ever. I feel the heat rising to the tips of my ears, flushing my face red. I realize this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Without thinking twice, I heave the porcelain bowl, dragging it across to the metal braces. I position it facing up, the bowl slightly north of the bathtub feet. There's a large hole at the front base of the toilet, big enough to fit a watermelon. I smile. Perfect.
I lie down on the cold tiles, placing my feet into the braces. They fit like a vice, and once I put them in, I can't pull them out. I try tugging hard, but it's useless. My dick gets even harder than I thought possible. I position my head through the hole in the toilet, and within moments I'm under the bowl. A small hole of light shines on me, but otherwise it's complete darkness. I give my length a few good pumps before I shove my hands into the braces. Then I'm trapped completely, a mild sense of claustrophobia setting in.
I ignore it, and wait, and wait.
My lucky break comes not ten minutes later. I hear footsteps down the corridor, and the door creaking open and slamming shut. Then Lydia screams. 'Alyssa!' she cries. 'What's your brother doing here?' I'm dimly aware my rock-hard penis is on display, but inside the darkness of the toilet, I don't feel any shame.
I hear more footsteps pounding to the bathroom, and then Olivia's voice calls out. 'What the fuck, man. Keep your kinks to yourself.'
Then Alyssa storms in, shocked and disgusted. 'You sick fuck, Henry. What the heck are you trying to do, you moron?'
I stay silent. There's a thing about the darkness. It's like I'm disconnected from the world; nothing matters, no words can hurt me in here. I listen as the three girls walk into the corridor and talk in hushed whispers. 'Is your brother mad or something?' Olivia asks. Alyssa sounds flustered. 'No, no, I don't know what's going on with him.'
Lydia speaks up, and it's something that makes my heart swell with joy. 'Hey, what if he wants us to, you know, to... use him like a toilet... a human toilet?'