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The Room By Caroline Severn Part One The room seemed incredibly still and peaceful, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves in a light Summer breeze. Or was it the sound of his own blood circulating? With senses deprived inside the darkness of the tight-fitting, strong-smelling leather hood, it was surely difficult to hear anything? Certainly the lack of eyeholes left him blinded. Yes, he remembered now, as he returned to consciousness. Before leaving him alone Viviana, his dark haired, young and beautiful wife, had pushed wax plugs into his ears. After lacing up the snug leather helmet over his blocked ears she had left him in silence and darkness. In the bedroom he knew, or tried to imagine, dust specks would be spiralling softly in the hazy late afternoon shafts of sunlight coming through the net curtains. No one would see him here, tied and bound to the bed, spread-eagled and helpless as a child. His limbs were securely bound, one to each corner of the bed, not uncomfortably. Viviana had used her old stockings on him, their delightful stretchiness kind to his wrists and ankles, though firm and unrelenting in their control over him. His movement was effectively restricted to the muscle-flexing needed to ward off painful pins and needles, and a little pointless head turning. What time was it, Jamie wondered? Was it really late afternoon, as he'd guessed, or had Viviana become engrossed in some TV show and left him longer than agreed? Had she forgotten him? Had she even gone out perhaps, left the house to do some shopping or visit one of her friends? He wouldn't put it past her. Viviana was a dutiful wife, and didn't mind indulging Jamie's longing for bondage games, but if he was honest with himself, she didn't really seem enthusiastic about them. He tried stretching his leg muscles as best he could, and luxuriated in the reassuring tension of the crunched suspenders against the smooth skin of his thigh. If only he could let his fingers follow that divinely feminine elastic down to touch his dark tan, seamed stocking tops, or up to caress his beautiful, irresistible, white satin panties. True, his cock was firmly and securely hidden away, folded back between his legs and kept small by a crushingly tight thong, but just the sensation of the cool, smooth, girly satin between his fingers would be so pleasurable. Yet he was powerless to caress himself. He could only wait for his wife's return. It was hot inside the leather helmet. The rest of him was cool, dressed only in the white satin lingerie set and nylons. The laced-up leather hood was pierced only by two small breathing holes below his nostrils, and a mouth-slit which was firmly zipped shut. He knew if he thought too much about this he risked beginning to panic. His mind would scream for escape and freedom, his lungs would pump air madly, imagining suffocation. The hood was not only laced up and tied off, the laces unreachable behind his head, but its neckpiece also contained a built-in collar which was buckled tightly shut and padlocked. Even if he could somehow work his hands free, his wife had the only keys. Where was Viviana? Why was she leaving him so long? So long that he'd dozed for a while. He forced himself to count to 200, so as to ward off the panic he sensed welling up deep inside himself. And then to 300. And to tell himself that his wife leaving him alone so long like this was just what he really wanted. The humiliation of her indifference towards his confused sexual needs was real enough, and quite a turn on if looked at the right way. Considering his wife's lack of interest in him drew his thoughts to his recent prolonged chastity. For over four weeks now he had not had sex of any kind, had not cum once. Intercourse with Viviana had gradually declined in frequency over the nine years of their marriage, recently to about once a month, and Jamie had tried to make the best of it. He had even screwed up all his courage and actually talked to Viviana about it, but this rare desire for oral communication hadn't got him very far. The outcome had been a compromise. He had agreed not to ask for proper sex more than once in a month, and in return Viviana had agreed to masturbate him once a week. At first he'd been allowed to cum into her panties, but then Viviana had decided that was unnecessarily messy. Now she had him spunk into a condom, his short little cock wrapped in her hand, which was wrapped in turn in her lovely elasticated panties, as her strong fingers wanked him until he surrendered his creamy white cum into the rubber. Jamie had come to love these wanking sessions, so much so that at first he didn't even notice when Viviana sometimes seemed to have a headache so that he even missed his solitary monthly session of full sex. Jamie's clever and loving wife soon got used to encasing his cock in rubber if her husband was brave enough to ask for sex. She discovered that once she'd got him in the condom he was putty in her hands. She only had to gently stroke that sensitive purple knob and she could soon persuade him into spilling his seed for her without ever having to let him inside her. Jamie found that the most he could achieve was to prolong being wanked by his lovely wife for as long as he could resist cumming. However Viviana knew all his weaknesses, and if she thought he was delaying too much she'd begin using her seductive feminine powers of persuasion on him, gradually talking him into a state of helplessness. Her voice was rich, womanly and soothing. "Does little Jamie-kins like spurting his liquid for Viviana?" usually seemed to get his attention. "Shall Mummy put little girly Jamie in pretty sissy panties then?" always did. The combination of her verbal and manual seduction always broke him: he spurted his cum when he was told to. Lately though he hadn't been allowed to cum for longer and longer periods. It had been his own fault, he told himself. When Viviana had begun letting longer than a week elapse between his regular milking sessions, he had joked with her about being so desperate to cum that he'd need a chastity belt to stop himself from wanking if she didn't do something for him. So his loving, caring wife took pity on her weak willed husband, and wanked him into his panties on the spot. But the next day she talked to him about how inconvenient it sometimes was to have him making these demands on her at awkward moments, and how it would be much better if he could learn to wait a while. Eventually they had both agreed on another compromise. Jamie would send off for a male chastity device over the Internet, and if Viviana found it inconvenient to make him cum after a week, he could wear the device for a few days until she was ready to devote herself to him properly and milk him into his satin-panties covered condom. The male chastity device was called a "CB-2000", and Jamie had to admit that it was really effective and even comfortable to wear for very long periods. It was made of strong plastic bars, shaped around his genital bulge. Once in place it was impossible for him to get his cock erect, for it was forced to point downwards at all times, and could not stretch to a length of more than a couple of inches at most. The device could either be padlocked in place or - just as effective - tied off with little uniquely numbered plastic twists. These could of course be cut and replaced, but then his wife could check the number and would know he had been 'disloyal'. He was trapped either way. Soon Viviana had Jamie wearing the CB-2000 all the time. Because it only covered his cock and balls with bars he could still urinate cleanly. Within days he was wearing it to work inside his girly panties under his trousers. He could also shower and bathe in it with no problems. Secretly Jamie began to worry that Viviana might find it convenient to keep him permanently locked up, but after ten days without an erection she invited him to a wanking "relief session". Once she had released him Jamie thought he had never felt so horny or desperate in all his life. His never large cock sprang to life, though he thought it seemed still a little 'squashed', maybe a little shorter but thicker than before? He soon forgot to worry though - Viviana had got him in hand and was slipping the thin latex sheath over his knob and unrolling it down his cock stem. That first time the wanking session had proceeded as normal, and the relief Jamie felt when he was finally allowed to shoot his pent up load of sticky, creamy spunk into the teat of his condom was enormous. He felt himself cumming and cumming in Viviana's hand, spurt after spurt leaping out of him. He groaned loudly and unashamedly like an animal with the deep satisfaction of ejaculation, gobs of sperm and male fluid washing uselessly over his penis knob head inside its encasing rubber prison. As his orgasm subsided he felt overwhelming gratitude and love for Viviana. He could not help but adore her and her wanking technique. The second wanking session after Jamie had been made to wear his chastity belt on a permanent basis however turned out to be a bit different. Not only did Viviana make her husband wait a full two weeks before agreeing to release him from the CB-2000, but once she had got him "in hand", his at long last erect penis happily rubbered and pantied, her usual verbal seduction of him had taken an unexpected turn. "Ooohhhh darling, you're soooooo HARD!" she complimented him. "You really like me keeping you all safely locked up I think, don't you darling? You like Mummy keeping little girly Jamie all safe and locked up for weeks and weeks, with your little girly balls and darling little short cock all tucked away, don't you Jamie?" "AAAAghhh yessss...." her husband had gurgled. His balls were full and rock hard, if still smaller than other men's, and he was ready to agree to anything as his wife's firm grip manipulated his erect but short little penis. Before he knew what was happening Jamie found himself agreeing, amazingly, that he didn't really want to cum now, not at this moment. No, apparently he wanted to wait another week, and be made to keep his balls full. From nowhere his gorgeous, curvaceous wife was producing ice-cubes and encasing his swollen member in them, wrapped in the panties she had (only seconds before) been masturbating him with. "OK darling, I agree you can wait a week," she was saying. "This ice will help you cool down. We don't want any messy accidents do we!" Jamie watched, half entranced and half horror struck, as his first proud erection in a fortnight rapidly shrank to nothing at all. Another twenty seconds and the chastity device was firmly locked on again. "Pull your panties on," Viviana commanded him gently. "Mummy doesn't want Jamie getting cold." After that it wasn't long before Jamie was agreeing like a dutiful husband to only cumming once a month during his periodic bondage sessions. These had always been set up in such a way as to minimise any effort or interest required from Viviana, and now she didn't have to worry about her husband's weekly wanking sessions any more either. The beauty of bondage, as Jamie had desperately explained to his wife when first attempting to sell the idea to her, was that it really required very little effort on her behalf. Once she had him trussed up and helpless, she could just leave him alone for as long as she liked. He'd be safely stowed away upstairs, dressed like a sissy girl, tied up and powerless to move, but she'd be free to do whatever she liked, watch TV, read magazines, or take a long, calming hot bath. Then when she was ready she could simply finish him off at her leisure, make him cum any way she felt like. Jamie would be in no position to resist or ask for full sex, or indeed anything at all. Viviana could simply milk him, secure in the knowledge that after being milked her husband would be satisfied and happy. It was an arrangement which had worked well, but was now about to change. Part Two As he again fought down a recurring threat of panic, Jamie wondered if perhaps he had somehow heard or felt something move in his bedroom prison. Was there a presence, had Viviana returned at long last, or was he imagining things in his desperation? He lay completely still, his muscles taught and aching. He loved the helplessness of the silent, blind world inside the helmet, but just at this moment wished he could hear or see something. He knew that if Viviana spoke very loudly while close by he would be able to hear muffled tones, but if she simply returned briefly to the bedroom to fetch a magazine or something he would never know. Consequently when the mouthpiece zip in his laced leather hood was suddenly ripped open, shock electrocuted his body. Muscles in his chest spasmed painfully as his body reacted like a caged animal suddenly prodded awake. He tried to force himself to relax, to calm down. This must be Viviana. His wait was over. The extreme pleasure of being forced to ejaculate uselessly into hygienic rubber, being milked by a supremely feminine and powerful woman, could not be far off now. He waited, hoping she would touch him, expecting her hands to go to his satin panties to begin the work of exposing his cock. His brief freedom from the chastity device would be expanded and completed by the final removal of the tight thong still restricting his manhood. Viviana would caress him, coaxing him to full erection. But nothing happened immediately. What was she doing, looking at him perhaps? Staring at the strange sight of the effeminate sissy her husband had been reduced to? Then his senses were overwhelmed by lips smothering his through the open-zipped mouth of his helmet. Sweet lipsticked lips mashed his, kissing him deeply and unceasingly. A tongue brushed his aside, invading his mouth, reaching into every crevice, drowning him in intense wet kisses. The intruder pressed into him, conquering him like a man fucking a woman, and after the initial surprise he found himself hugely enjoying a sensation of submission. He felt himself warming and relaxing, opening himself up to her. For a good minute she (this must be Viviana) probed him. To Jamie it seemed much longer, as his sense-deprived body responded so gratefully to this sexual assault and sudden union. The tongue withdrew to gently tease his lips with its tip, sliding slowly around the entrance to his mouth, then pushing into him again and again, mimicking a man shafting his woman's cunt. After a few brief minutes his penetrated mouth was left alone. To Jamie's delight he felt the stockings binding his wrists and ankles being loosened. Delicate fingers worked the knots. As soon as he was free he felt those hands pushing him to sit up on the bed. Of course he obeyed. His panties were lowered to his knees, sliding down his own smoothly nyloned thighs. His thong followed, and a womanly hand firmly but delicately grasped his cock and pulled it forward through his legs. His penis was free. Cool air on his swelling knob felt liberating. Now, he knew, the stretchy, thin latex of the condom would be pulled over his knob head and down his cock stem, ready to collect his sperm as they were manipulated from him. This time though was different again. Viviana appeared to have decided to reward him at last for his loyalty and submission to her. Jamie felt lingerie brush against him and a figure kneel before him as he sat at the bed's edge with his panties around his knees. He gasped with acute joy as his cock head was enfolded in warm, consuming lips. He was being sucked off! 'God I love you Viviana you gorgeous bitch' was the thought that seared his mind. A velvet tongue lapped at his knob. Strong suction pulled him into her mouth. He felt the inner walls of her cheeks on the sensitive purple head as she sucked him into her, deeper and deeper, until his short but very erect penis even reached the top of her throat. Up and down she gobbled on him. Would he be allowed to cum like this? 'Please, let this last long enough to make me spurt', Jamie begged silently. To his own amazement the almost-deep-throating continued, until he felt himself approaching the point of no return. Still half expecting his cock to be ejected at the last moment, the orgasm built inside his balls. Groaning with the male joy of the coming ejaculation it was clear he would spurt his pent up spunk in seconds. The warm, wet, cunt-mouth moved back a fraction, but strong lips still grasped their prisoner. The tongue lashed him, bathing him repeatedly in saliva, encouraging him to give up his load. He felt himself surrendering and cumming. Gushes of hot sperm shot from him uncontrollably, spurt after sticky, creamy spurt, splattering into the hugging, slurping mouth. The world ceased to exist for him as he became just a spunking machine. This was ecstasy. A month of accumulated hormonal frustration was gradually alleviated over an eternity of sperming seconds. This was life, living, joy, purpose, completion: to be milked and made to cum. As his orgasm ended Jamie was overcome with love for his wife. His fears that she would keep him in permanent chastity had been erased. She was an angel, a sexy, kinky, gorgeous, lovely angel. And he belonged to her. Now the neck-piece of his helmet would be unbuckled. The leather hood would be unlaced and removed, and - he supposed - his cock and balls would be locked up again for another month, just before he was sent to the shower to clean up. He waited patiently and contently for his mistress to reach behind his head and begin the process of releasing him. To his surprise though he felt himself being pushed gently but firmly on to his back again on the bed. Did Viviana want to play some more? Jamie felt confused, passive and tired inside the dark world of his helmet. He trusted and loved Viviana, more than ever after what she had just done to him, and he allowed his wrists and ankles to be bound again to the four corners of the bed without resistance. Now that his lover had him spread-eagled and helpless once more, he felt her clambering over his body, two sets of expensive nylons rubbing together, before Viviana ended up sitting on his stomach, with one leg either side so that the mattress was taking most of her weight. Jamie wondered what would happen next. Really he felt ready to be released from these games now. Then Viviana was kissing him again through the open zip of his still firmly laced up leather helmet. This time though Jamie went into mild shock as he realised that his wife's tongue was pressing his own male cum into his mouth. This had never happened before. The taste was neither pleasant nor especially unpleasant, mild if slightly salty. The texture of the globs of sticky cum was what struck his sense-deprived brain most intensely. His now spunk covered tongue could feel both slippery ropes of thick sperm-filled cum, and more liquid seminal fluid, some of which - to his horror - he realised was beginning to slip down his throat. His wife was turning him into a cum-eater! She was making him eat every last drop of the creamy cum he had just ejaculated from his balls. Her tongue was forcing it all towards the back of his mouth. Her lips were clamped on his. Inevitably he was being forced to swallow more and more of his spunk, not just the thinner seminal fluid, but now also the thick, sticky, sperm-laden globs which his little male balls had produced. Then Viviana's mouth was withdrawn from his. Jamie felt slightly sick, but also turned on. Incredibly his still free cock was already beginning to stir again. Suddenly his mouth was being invaded once more, this time by a firm, solid, cylindrical object. His tongue told him the object was cock-shaped. He could feel the ridge behind the nape of the curved cock-head. His mouth was being fucked by a dildo. The artificial male organ seemed to be making sure that every last drop of his balls' fluids was pushed down his throat. Fingers grasped his face, pressing his cheeks inwards as the dildo continued to be manipulated back and forth, pushing into him. It seemed he was being expected to suck the hard rubberised phallus clean. Obligingly he did his best to mimic the way his own cock and balls had been seduced into surrendering their seed only minutes ago. He realised he felt a bit like a helpless baby sucking on a dummy's rubber teat as a bored mother forced it into his mouth to keep him quiet and stop him asking for her tit milk. This was unsettling but seductive, and he found himself genuinely suckling the dildo like a child finding satisfaction in having his mouth filled by its mother. The long, thick, sculpted shape of the dildo fucking his mouth seemed curiously calming and satisfying, and he found himself wondering why its size seemed so rewarding, especially when it was so much longer and broader than his own stumpy penis. After a few minutes sucking, the dildo was removed from his mouth. Hands went to the back of his neck and he felt the lock on the collar to his hood's neck-piece being released at last. Then the laces at the back of his head were being loosened. A stab of regret now went through him as he realised he was experiencing his last few seconds encased inside his leather prison before he would be returned to the 'real' world. So the session was ending at last... but why was he still tied up? At last the mask was pulled from his face, and his ear-plugs removed, the strong leather smell of the mask oddly even more noticeable for a few seconds. The late afternoon light was blinding after the enforced darkness of the mask, and for a good minute he noticed nothing strange about the female figure standing by the bed with his leather helmet dangling by the laces in her black-gloved hand. Then cold shock froze his body, and almost paralysed his mind. The erotically dressed female figure standing before him was not his wife. Fear gripped him. He stared and stared, speechless. She was wearing high quality nylon stockings attached to a waist-nipping black basque by long, stretchy suspenders. The bodice of the basque was highlighted by scarlet lace trimmings. Shoulder length dark brown hair set off a pretty, highly made up face. Long black gloves covered most of her arms, and she was wearing stiletto heels. Jamie's eyes, struggling against the still half blinding daylight, desperately tried to focus on her breasts and tightly stretched black satin panties. Something wasn't right. The basque's cups were full and rounded, but seemed slightly over heavy. Strangest of all, the gorgeous black panties covered a bulge which from the shape hugged so sexily by the shiny material could only be a massive cock and pair of balls. This female figure was a man, Jamie realised. He was dressed like a sissy girl, tied to the bed, and had already been made to eat his own cum by this beautiful, terrifying female apparition, who was somehow, almost certainly, really a man. This transvestite knew what a perverted girly panty-wearer he was, and had fucked his mouth with a penis-shaped dildo. Confused and agonising emotions swept away his ability to reason or understand. He had been wallowing in the warmth of his physical love for his wife when in reality he had been enthusiastically shooting his male essence into this other womanly man's mouth. They had been kissing, lovingly and warmly, two men with lipsticked lips pressing together. He had lapped creamy spunk from this man's tongue. Where was Viviana? Could his wife save him, he asked himself desperately. Then from the corner of his eye, as his sight finally became almost normal again, he saw the woman he loved in the far corner of the bedroom. Viviana was smiling broadly, a cruel, almost ecstatic joy in her eyes. "You pervert Jamie," she said calmly but with a hard note of victory in her voice. "You cock-sucking failure of a man. I've got all your girly gay-sex with Andrea here on video, and after I've given copies to all our friends and your boss at work to ruin you, I'll be using the tape in court for our divorce. That's after Andrea's finished with you of course. I promised her she could have you!" Part Three Jamie was stunned. After hours in the silent world of the tightly laced, eyeless, leather helmet, his ears blocked by wax plugs, he could half convince himself that he must be hearing things. His beloved wife Viviana, whom he had believed to have been loyally sucking his cock only a quarter of an hour ago, was telling him that he had ejaculated in sexual ecstasy into the mouth of a man dressed in women's lingerie, that she had videoed the whole thing, and that she wanted a divorce. More, she was going to copy the video for her friends and his boss, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was powerless, his limbs stretched and bound to the four corners of their matrimonial bed. As if to dispel his doubts and convince him of the reality of his humiliation, emotional agony, and utter ruin, the man/woman his wife had called Andrea climbed on top of him and began rubbing their two satin-panty-encased penises together. Andrea's was hard and firm, longer than his by about half again, and seemed thicker too. Andrea looked into Jamie's eyes and was careful to lift herself slightly as she made fucking motions against his crotch, so that the erotic sight of the two outlined sets of cock and balls rubbing together drew Jamie's attention. Despite his state of shock and emotional horror, his brain automatically registered the size of Andrea's genitals as something that might shortly prove to be important. Andrea seemed absolutely huge, or was it just that Jamie was smaller than he himself had realised. Was there really so much physical variation possible in two human bodies? Viviana crossed the room to stand by the bed. Jamie watched as his beautiful wife reached out with her hand and began caressing this other man's cock. Smiling she drew down Andrea's elasticated panties to expose him. Jamie could not help but look at Andrea. His cock was huge and his testicles enormous, hanging down between Jamie's smooth nyloned thighs like bird's eggs in their clean-shaven scrotal sac. Viviana weighed them in her hand, and they covered her palm, seeming to threaten to roll off. The sheer masculinity and virility of Andrea's genitals contrasted sharply, Jamie noted, with the feminine beauty of her face. How was this possible? Of course the liberal application of face powder, lipstick, mascara and eye-shadow played a role he could see, but it was more than that. Her face was genuinely fine and elegant, feminine and sensitive. He wished Andrea would not look at him like that, so openly and appreciatively. Jamie was deeply frightened. "Kiss him," he heard Viviana say, as if from a long way off. Andrea lay on top of him, and began kissing his lips deeply and lovingly, his/her tongue just probing slightly. As Andrea kissed him, she rubbed her very feminine and shapely body on his. The kisses continued for some time. Andrea took his head in her hands and held him still as she kissed. To his amazement and horror Jamie felt his own short cock begin to stir under this feminine assault. He was still frightened, but somehow his fear only seemed to force to him take more notice of the pleasurable physical sensations enveloping his body. "Good girl", Andrea was saying to him between kisses, quietly and encouragingly. "That's my good girl." Then Andrea backed off a bit, and Jamie watched as if in a trance as his wife began stretching a blue condom over Andrea's massive tool. Viviana made sure the condom was extended down Andrea's shaft, and then began almost wanking him with some kind of lubricating jelly as her husband watched, speechless and helpless. Andrea then took the bottle of lubricant and emptied some onto her the fingers of her right hand. Soon Andrea was leaning over Jamie again, this time rubbing lubricating jelly underneath Jamie's scrotum and into his anus as he kissed him again, making sure a good dollop went into his entrance hole. Jamie's legs were already spread wide and he quickly understood there was nothing he could do to fight this. He saw his wife wipe her hands, and return to the corner of the room for a moment. When she came back a video camera was in her hands. Now Andrea got properly on top of Jamie again, and carefully placed his engorged member in its slippery thin blue latex just under Jamie's little balls. Then he was pushing gently, carefully finding his way with his big rounded knob head, pressing his cock down and then expertly bringing it back up at just the right moment, so that the head lodged in Jamie's entrance hole. Without pausing he pushed slightly upwards and inwards. Jamie felt the man's cock head slip securely and easily into the outer part of his anus. His sphincter muscle stopped Andrea really penetrating him deeply, but he knew Andrea was in position to fuck him. "Good girl," Andrea was purring into his ear again. "Good little girl. Can you feel my big, thick cock inside you? Relax, and enjoy me in you. Good girly, good little faggot girl." As she talked to him Andrea now began a gentle rocking motion, her cock head never quite leaving Jamie's hole. It slipped up and down at his entrance so easily, and on each inward thrust Jamie felt the cock pressing just that little bit more firmly against his inner resistance. Andrea took her time, whilst Viviana got a good range of shots with the video camera, with many close ups of both the fucking and the kissing. Jamie's little cock was getting semi-hard now. He felt ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated. How could he react like this in front of his wife, being fucked in his arse by a man, even if he was beautiful, sexy and feminine? Why was the feeling inside his anus beginning to become enjoyable? The constant probing seemed to make him want to just give up and lay there. "There's nothing I can do," he told himself, after a particularly pleasurable thrust up him. Then Andrea switched to a more powerful fucking motion. Jamie gasped as the assault on his bum hole became more serious and urgent. Powerful thrusts threatened to overwhelm his resistance. "Come on my gorgeous girly faggot, " Andrea groaned. "Open up for me, that's a good little girl." Andrea clamped her lips to his and smothered him in frantic kisses, her tongue searching out his. She began to lose control at last and just give herself up to fucking him. Jamie gasped again as Andrea's powerful cock pounded him. Then suddenly he felt himself giving way. He was giving himself to Andrea, being taken by Andrea, fucked in the arse by Andrea. "Ohhhhhhhh," Jamie groaned as he became the passive partner in a fucking for the first time ever. The sensation as his defences collapsed overwhelmed him. The ecstasy of giving way, of letting himself be invaded and taken was astonishing to him. He felt his body melting. He was becoming part of Andrea, and he wanted it, he knew he wanted it. Andrea's massive thrusting tool in his arse was reducing him to some new kind of internal orgasmic being. This was like the moment of male ejaculation, but more intense, and massively longer lasting. The fucking just went on and on, Andrea groaning and shouting her lust. Jamie didn't know it but he began squealing with joy. Viviana's video camera captured the moment his short stumpy little cock ejaculated again, shooting white creamy cum over his male partner's lower belly. Jamie knew he had cum, and realised his lust and delight had only marginally lessened as Andrea continued to strip him of his manhood. Jamie settled into a haze of passive sexual contentment as his male lover built to his own climax. When Andrea eventually came in him Jamie felt almost proud and contented to make his man so happy, to be able to provide such pleasure. Andrea collapsed on him, exhausted. Automatically Jamie's arms wrapped themselves around Andrea's back, and his fingers began gently stroking the sensitive skin of his conqueror's back. Only after a few minutes did Jamie realise what this meant. His hands were no longer tied! Viviana had cut his bonds just before his orgasm, precisely when he was too carried away in his lust to notice. Now she was filming the two contented male transvestites as they lay together in post-coital pleasure, both of them clearly loving and sexually attracted to each other. This had been no rape. Viviana had understood her husband better than he himself had, and she had shown him what his true nature was. She would get her divorce. ---------