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Dan had urges, like any other man. He usually was able to please them with a quick fling, but lately he couldn’t seem to appease them. He found himself busy with thoughts of the man who plagued his life, Herbert West. To which, is why he found himself standing in Herbert’s room while the other man was fixated in his studies in the deep cold basement. He felt like a creep, and yes, he was being one, but Dan just had to know. What was with this man? He was so inclosed, withdrawal and did things that would utterly repulse an average person. Not that Dan was an average person, at least not any more.

So he let go of his dignity and began to wonder around Herbert’s room. It was strangely cold and disturbingly bland, it wasn’t really a surprised that the man wouldn’t decorate his room. Probably not an urgent thing to do when you spend your time stuck down in a crummy basement with your head in back to back experiments.

Dan saw the basic science equipment: test tubes, glasses, heating plates, and all of the sorts that he assumed were backups for downstairs. There were textbooks around the closet and clothing aligning the inside, not very interesting so far, which strangely made Dan feel disappointed. This investigation did not really seem to help with his infestation with the mad doctor, only just leaving him with a hot yearning feeling in his gut.

He reached his final designation of Herbert’s bed which was also extremely bland and creepily clean and organized. Then again, he found nothing, it didn’t even smell like anything but sickly medical supplies. Maybe that’s how Herbert smelt up close, he had not idea but he craved for it so much. With an annoyed grunt, Dan moved away from the bed and a dense click followed below him.

A VHS tape had fell from underneath the bed, and when Dan was crouched down to study it, he realized that there was an entire box of them. They were solid black with a thin sticker that read something Dan couldn’t understand. Some sort of other language, from what limited knowledge he knew about Herbert he guessed it was something European. He began to dig deeper into the box to realize each tape had a variety of dates on them. Curiosity struck in his core and he figure that this could answer some of his questions about his strange roommate. So quickly he grabbed two of the tapes, placed them on the inside of his jacket, and sped through the hallway in his room.

Luckily, Dan had a small crappy television in his room, and once he closed his door he scrambled to it and placed the tape in his VHS player. He did not really have high hopes, but it was better than nothing. Probably just surgical studies or probably experiments on video, but the mysterious labeling on these tapes gave him at least some interest. He thought about how each was labeled with what seemed to be gibberish and dates. Dan would never be able to crack the language, but with the dates it allowed him to discover something that plagued his mind when it came to Herbert. His past.

The screen flickered at first, but soon the tape was rolling. It showed a white interiored room with a bed, it looked like a hotel room. Dan got a strange feeling, this felt like a familiar setup, not that he was been in the same hotel, but still weirdly familiar. He stared quietly at the mainly empty screen for a few minutes, he was about shut it off until he heard a slight high pitched squeak. Dan picked up the remote to go and replay it to make sure he wasn’t going mad until he heard it again. It was apart of the video. Soon, he was met with a man and women pulling at each other’s faces.

Oh my god. It was a sex tape. Herbert West had a VHS sex tape under his bed.

He winced and paused in the video and realized something.

The supposed ‘women’ wasn’t exactly one. She was hairy but still had the obvious part that would apparently make her one. The longer Dan studied the image in front the harsher the realization hit him.

Holy shit.

It was Herbert.

It was his roommate.

The one that left him confused and wanting at night.

There he was on the screen being pounded into by a some random man.

His smaller frame was familiar, along with his soft face and upturned nose that scrunched up as some random fuckhead thrusted roughly into him. Dan shamefully realized that he had unpaused the video when he heard Herbert’s high pitched moans.

Suddenly, he heard the creak of the basement door echo throughout the hall and he scrambled towards his television. The tape was ripped out of the player and shoved in his bedside drawer. Dan unplugged the TV’s wire from the outlet and clung himself to his door. He heard Herbert’s clicking of his shoes, it rung in his head and he could feel its beat in his throat.

Dan stood his body directly placed onto the door until he heard Herbert’s door open and close. While he leaned on his door, he could feel that his dick was painfully hard against the stiff wood.

“Fuck.”

Dan placed his hands onto his face and could only pathetically limp to his bed, lying there, staring up at the ceiling.

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He couldn’t stop thinking about it. The image of Herbert, his roommate, being spread out and bend over on some strangers cock. The roommate that is withdrawn and has never mentioned anything sexual in the slightest. God what was wrong with Dan, he couldn’t even focus without thinking of the tape.

What also struck him as odd was Herbert’s anatomy, rather his lack of a certain anatomy. Instead of a cock, Herbert had a cunt. It was led by a thick trail of hair that centered on his chest. His chest consisted of two small molds which Dan could not help but yearn to feel them.

Currently, Dan was standing at the kitchen counter cutting up a pile of tomatoes. He felt the rough handle of the knife as he sliced each tomato one by one. His plan was to make sauce for dinner that would go along with his pasta. Dinners usually consisted of himself, while his roommate resided down in the basement. It was a routine that Dan had grown accustomed too. Herbert had his own eating habits and Dan had his, although one can argue that ones was healthier than the others.

Tonight he assumed that he would be eating by himself as usual. So as he finished prepping up his meal, he set down a single plate until he heard a sudden creak of a door opening.

There was Hebert, in the flesh, exiting the basement and closing the door quietly behind him.

Dan suppressed a grunt as the memories of the tape came flooding back into his mind. The image of Herbert being bent in half as he gasped and moaned. He shut his eyes hoping the man would be gone once he opened them, but that wasn’t so.

Hebert West now stood at the doorway with a confused expression.

“I’m not interrupting something, am I?” Herbert asked as he had one hand on the door knob.

“No!” Dan answered louder than he meant to.

“Ha. No, you’re not interrupting anything,” he continued, now intensely aware of how stupid he looked. Hair ruffled, skin sweaty, sleeves rolled up, and even worse a bright red apron, the exact one he has gotten for Christmas years ago. The one that his family gotten him as a gag gift, but he would still wear it, even as the time passed. He wiped his hands on his sides awkwardly and motioned to the single plate on the table.

“Dinner?”

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Some time had passed and the two were sat at the dinner table. Herbert sat in Dan’s usual spot, while Dan sat near him. The table was a small square so it was not much of a seating change. But Dan could barely focus as he watched the smaller man eat.

Herbert was strangely polite while he ate, which was weird considering what the man was capable of. His hands were gentle as he altered between picking up his spaghetti and grabbing his glass of water. It made Dan’s gut turn into something he would not like to think about but it was so obvious that it was eating him alive.

He had a stronger attraction to Herbert now than he ever did. He was already on edge about the doctor but this was new. Full fledged arousal. It rose as Herbert continued to eat.

Dan felt like a creep and maybe he was one. But he would never of even guessed that Herbert would be the type to have any sexual experience. Let alone a god damn sex tape! He was so weird and secluded that he thought that maybe Herbert didn’t see it as something of use. After discovering there tape, it was apparently completely false now.

Did Herbert exclusively like men?

He never really showed interest in anybody, but Dan knew Hebert’s distaste for women. Was Herbert a woman? Dan wouldn’t deny what he saw on that screen. Herbert had a cunt. He could recall the noises of skin on skin in the video when Herbert’s cunt flushed with each thrust given.

“Dan!”

The brunette man snapped back into reality to see Herbert’s annoyed face. He hadn’t realized how hard he had been staring until he saw the smaller man’s awkward position. Hebert sat leaned towards his plate while Dan was basically sinking into him.

Dan gave a quick ‘sorry’ and gave Herbert his space.

“If you’d excuse me, I am going to my room” Herbert said briefly as he put his plate up and left the other man at the table dumbfounded and unknowing to him, painfully hard under his apron.