Dan was dyeing his hair for a new video when Phil came back from the grocery store. Dan twisted his head as his long wet hair dripped down his face.
"Here come dat boii" Dan said as Phil approached him looking fine as fuck.
Dan swirled the spoon around the oval, large bowl slowly before tapping it against the rim and laying it on the floor.
He then lifted up the bowl, so that Phil could lower two fingers into it. Phil nodded. He knew what Dan was thinking.
Dan always knew Phil that was an expert at knowing the right thickness and consistensey of any liquid-he was smart like that.
"It's fine." Phil said, while nodding.
Dan reached out to stroke Phil's hair before standing up and returning to the sink.
He then used a paint brush to apply a large amount of dye to the top of his head.
"I'm too fucking weak and pathetic. I'm a assault to the male popluation." Dan screamed in his head. "I'm not a man and I never was. I was a girl. Or maybe I'm not."
Dan never really knew what his gender was- he just went along with what society and his friends labeled him as. Which happened to be a man, yet to him that felt wrong. Like he was actually supposed to be a girl.
But what could he do? He'd never told anyone about it and he'd never really shown any doubts of his gender. He was a 'manly man.' Everybody would surly think he was crazy if he ever told anyone about it, and if he was perfectly honest he didn't even know if he was actually feeling it.
But then again when he saw fans of his and Phil's who were transgender or so on and so forth he did feel quite jealous of them.
It was just all too confusing, which is why he tried to never think about it, if possible.
If he conmpared himself, which he did regularly, to Phil he looked even more measly and pathetic. Phil was tall, masculine and beautiful. Everything about Phil screamed masculinity and was perfect (including his dick, which was seductively perfect).
Dan screamed as he realised that through all this thinking he had been doing he had broken the bowl containing the hair dye and now the once white walls were covered in a mixture purple hair dye and his blood.
"Are you okay Danny baby?" Phil asked, worry filling his throat like bile.
"No, no I'm not." Dan screamed in reply, humiliated by the stain that he made. Phil rushed in and straight away his eyes were brought to the wall and the blood falling of Dan's arms in a long and steady thick flow.
"Come here." Phil patted the floor next to him. Dan happily obliged, quickly moving over to the spot where Phil was tapping. "Look I'm really sorry about the wall and I can-" but Phil interrupted before Dan could finish, by pounding on his neck and roughly attacking it with his lips.
Dan, obviously caught off guard, let out a loud moan as he allowed Phil to continue to violate his neck and he instantly began to feel his already tight jeans get even tighter.
Which only meant one thing.
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Dan's POV
"Sorry Master!" I screamed as Phil brought the belt across my ass. I was chained to the wall, positioned so that my chest was pressed upon the wall as my hips were pushed back towards him.
Yes, the whip and the chains were out. I had been a bad boy. A very, very bad boy.
Being the weakling I am, just the kisses (and the occasional biting) from Phil had made me painfully hard, which resulted in me coming. And, oh gosh, Phil HATES it when you come, especially when it's without his permission.
