When Anton was growing up, he watched his aunt changing through a crack in the door. He could see her in the mirror and stood in the dark with his mouth open. Their eyes met. She blushed angrily but pretended not to notice. It made him think she was pretty loose. It made him hard.
Anton’s dad punished him for peeping after she told him what had happened. Anton felt ashamed and was forced to apologize. He said he’d never do it again. His embarrassment developed into anger. A resentful fascination.
Masturbation and pornography became his education and exploration of pleasure. It was easier to find a willing partner and to conceal the act from shameful judgment. This perversion reached to its height with sex dolls.
He also began using deepfake techniques to create pornographic videos of celebrities and people he knew, teaching the computer to knit their likeness onto the bodies of nubile pornstars.
He enjoyed the thrill of forcing an identity onto a body for pure sexual objectification.
In this context, his cock became powerful; a measuring stick of human worth. Women who would never look at him reduced to objects of pleasure, their wills stripped away. Their faces rendered into masks; duplicated, so everyone could masquerade in borrowed splendor.
An anonymous body, but it’s their face. He thinks of his aunt’s pendulous breasts. Her pink nipples pointing at him standing silently in the darkened hallway of his childhood.