Nick woke up face-down on the carpet, muscles stiff, stomach twisted in a knot of confusion and shame. The dried stain beneath him was a quiet accusation, and the cucumber still lay on its side like a prop from a nightmare. He didn't clean up right away. Just showered in silence, avoiding his reflection. No task came. No buzz. The quiet unsettled him more than anything. Then a new notification pinged: "Community Features Now Unlocked – Tap to Explore." Curiosity got the better of him. He tapped. The app opened a hidden section—The Task Lounge. It was live. Flooded. Hundreds, maybe thousands of users. The chat moved so fast he could barely keep up. Comments. Task ideas. Emojis. Laughing. Voting. It wasn't a support group. It was an arena. Users submitted tasks. Others voted. And Nick's stomach dropped when he realized the truth: these people weren't just watching—they were shaping his path. He scrolled to the top-voted suggestions. #1 – "Get the phrase 'Tiny Clit – No Cock Here' tattooed in bright pink cursive just above your penis. Include a downward arrow pointing at it, surrounded by tiny hearts. Add 'SISSY SLUT' in glittery cursive across your lower back, and the word 'CUMDUMP' in block capitals split across both ass cheeks." Upvotes: 11,729. #2 – "Film yourself sucking a dildo while moaning, 'Please train my throat, Mistress, I want to be your obedient cum dumpster.' Deepthroat it five times. Gagging required." Upvotes: 8,137. #3 – "Spend the night wearing a vibrating butt plug locked in with panties. No release allowed. Record check-ins every hour telling Mistress how desperate you are." Upvotes: 7,844. Nick sat frozen, screen glowing in the dim light of his bedroom. It wasn't just the humiliation. It was the permanence. These weren't dares—they were transformations. Ownership. Markings that couldn't be undone. Worse, users were tagging him. "Nick needs task #1 NOW." "He's begging for it." "Tattoo that little clit." His heart pounded. His hands trembled. But what really shattered him was the realization that no task had even been assigned yet. And still, part of him scrolled deeper. Still, part of him read the comments. Still, part of him wanted to know what they'd decide for him next.
