life and times of a faggot: internet sex
from POP STAR B*TCH ZINE VOL. 2: THE ROCKY HORROR ISSUE
saturday morning cartoons
I’m eating breakfast and watching season six of Girls with my roommates. We’re catching up on the adventures of the night before. Lena Dunham is on screen getting impregnated by the hot Riz Ahmed, when I receive an Instagram dm from a guy I sleep with on occasion. It’s a picture of him naked in front of his mirror. Hot. hey sexy, I respond. He says hi and then sends a video. I send a photo back; he sends another one in return. My roommates are still in the room recounting the night before.
I kinda wanna do some role play with you, he messages.
I glance up at my roommates.
“So you know that guy I’m sleeping with? The one I always have hot sex with?”
“The one who makes music that he told you sounds like ‘aliens fucking on mars?’”
“That’s the one. Guess what he just dm’d me?”
My roommates huddle around me as I message back, what kind baby?
After a second, he responds, I’ve been leaning towards sub dom play, and I want to be submissive.
“Well, good morning to us!” My roommates cackle.
let’s do it, I type back. i wanna see you on your knees.
At this, my roommate remarks, “I personally love a side of kink with my Cheerios.”
“Girl, don’t we all.”
The guy sends a pic of himself on his knees.
now put your finger in your mouth and rub your hole, I type.
And then--
Nothing.
“Y’all, he stopped replying.”
“What’d you say?”
I show them the phone and they both keel over laughing.
“Asking him to touch his hole seems perfectly acceptable to me…,” one of my roommates quips.
“I guess it was too much?”
After thirty minutes, he finally responds:
mom called ☠️.
beef fried rice
“Do you wanna talk to my sex slave?”
He stares back at me, a mix of mischief and utter seriousness in his eyes. He is prone to these looks. These looks mean danger.
“Sure,” I respond, unsure what to expect.
He exchanges a few messages with the guy on snapchat, and before I know it, a shirtless, middle-aged white guy with a big chest but an unfortunate face is staring back at us.
“He’s so disturbing. You have to tell him how disgusting he is. Degrade him. He likes it.”
I involuntarily giggle; the sex slave is silent. Movement offscreen signals the sex slave has taken off his pants. He repositions his camera to show his whole body.
“His penis is so small.” His penis, even in its erect state, is quite small.
“Tell him how small it is.”
“Your penis is so small,” the words fall out of my mouth, as the sex slave begins to furiously stroke himself.
“Tell him he’s a dirty little pig.”
“You’re a dirty little nasty pig.” Was I enjoying this?
“Look at him jerk that tiny little penis. He’s so fucking disgusting. I hate even looking at him. We should tell him to do something.”
My first thought is, “I wanna see him drink his own piss.” My words surprised me. Where the hell did that come from?
My friend lets out a devilish laugh, “Oh, you’re enjoying this. Aren’t you?”
“Maybe a little bit,” I reply.
“You heard him, piss in a cup and drink it, you dirty little pig.”
The man on screen continues to furiously jerk off.
“Are you hard of hearing? Piss in a cup!”
The man stops touching himself and we see him take the screen into the kitchen. He pulls out a glass from the cabinet.
“Are you alone?”
“No.” His voice is strange. Timid and weak.
“I want you to pee in the glass and leave it on the counter for your friends to find. I want them to know what a dirty little animal you are.”
He does this.
“You’re such a freak,” I coax him. Suddenly, I have an idea: “Do you have any food in the fridge?”
The man opens his fridge and pulls out a container of leftover Chinese takeout.
“Delicious. Now take it back to your bedroom.”
He does this, and my friend tells him to empty the contents on his bed and roll around in it. He adds a little “oink” for good measure. The man follows instructions happily, smearing what appears to be beef fried rice into his once pristine white sheets.
I’m at once repulsed and fascinated by what I’m witnessing on screen. Is he really getting off to this? Am I getting off to this?
“You’re so fucking nasty. You’re a little freak. Disgusting. Now I want you to take a piece of beef and stick up your ass.”
The man hesitates.
“Do it. Now.”
Almost grudgingly, the man does it. He then takes two pieces and sticks one in each nostril. I can’t help but laugh. What the hell was I watching?
Before I know it, the man comes and promptly ends the video chat.
My friend turns to me, “So that’s my sex slave. Isn’t he disgusting?” I just shake my head, unable to fully wrap my mind around what I had just witnessed. Was I the disgusting one for getting any kind of pleasure out of degrading this man? I’m still not so sure.
This piece was first featured in POP STAR B*TCH ZINE VOL. 2: THE ROCKY HORROR ISSUE. Follow up the link to buy your very own copy :)
X, Bryce