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"Trish, I think this is taking it all a bit far," Joel complained to his wife. Trish was Joel's wife of 8 years. She was watching Joel take a scented bubble bath. She had him shaving his underarms. They were the last body hair remaining on Joels's body, after she'd instructed to him shave his entire body. Trish had helped out with any areas he couldn't reach. Trish smiled and laughed gently. She reached down and stroked Joel's erection. "Honey, this tells me something different. You're hard as a rock." Joel blushed, embarrassed at how he was reacting to his wife's fantasy. Even after 8 years of marriage, Joel was in awe of his wife. Trish was a 5'4" Korean American woman in her early 40s, who'd taken great care of herself. She worked out daily, maintaining fantastic body, and had received a set of breast implants 5 years ago that gave her a newfound confidence in her looks and sexuality. Joel was a middle aged white man, who couldn't believe his luck in finding Trish. She was gorgeous, kind, and they laughed together constantly. Importantly, even after 8 years together, Joel was incredibly turned on by his wife, and their sex life was great. Early in the relationship, the couple's sex life had fallen into the Asian wife, white husband stereotype. Trish was a little submissive in the bedroom, allowing Joel to take the lead. Trish loved it when Joel would just take her, sometimes quite roughly, without asking. She loved it when he would pin her arms and have his way with her, sometimes spanking her or slightly choking her while they fucked. Another favourite was when, after a romantic night out, Joel would push her to her knees and make her go down on him. He would hold the back of her head, and roughly pull her onto his cock, forcing himself down her throat, until she gagged and her eyes watered. Sometimes she would come from simply being throatfucked, and it always made her wet enough that this was the only foreplay she needed or wanted before he fucked her. The rough sex was completely consensual, outside the bedroom, Joel had always treated Trish like a princess, but she loved it when he treated her like a fuckpuppet in the bedroom. Over the years, the marriage had evolved, and as they had become more and more comfortable in their relationship, the dynamic had evolved. Joel always harboured fantasies of being dominated, and gradually, Trish had taken a more aggressive role in the bedroom. Most of their sex still was more traditional lovemaking, but more and more, Trish would take the lead. Trish enjoyed being more assertive, and started to really enjoy taking the dominant role, but occasionally missed being treated like a whore As their sex life had evolved, kink had crept into their sex life. Years ago, Trish had seen some strap on porn, and had been obsessed with fucking Joel. Once or twice a month, she'd tie Joel up, don her strap on, and spend the night violating him. There was never any warning. When Trish wanted to take charge, she simply referred to Joel as "slave," and he would assume a role of complete obedience. It always ended with Joel on the bed, in some sort of restraint, getting pounded by his beautiful wife with a large strap on. Joel had to admit that he loved it, and that over the years had grown to crave the nights that Trish treated him like her sub. They often watched pegging porn together, but over the last few months, Trish's tastes had evolved. She started to gravitate towards porn where the dominant woman would feminize the man, before fucking him, or forcing him to deepthroat a large strap on. Some of the scenes they watched even involved the woman bringing in a male lover, and cuckolding the feminized husband as he was forced to watch. Trish's porn searches had started to always include "sissy" and "feminized." Joel's male ego made him resisted his wife's desire to take their play down that path. In reality, every time she made him watch the feminized sub get dominated by an aggressive, dominant woman, he would find himself incredibly turned on. Trish had recently taken to calling him "slut" instead of "slave" when she wanted to dominate him. Joel pretended not to like it, but found it excited him immensely. He'd resisted all her efforts to make him dress for their play until tonight. She'd gradually worn him down though, and tonight was the night. He'd agreed to let her feminize him. He was to be shaved, dressed in lingerie, and have make up applied, before she had her way with him. Joel was nervous, but had been rock hard since she'd started. Whenever they watched the sissy porn together, Trish had complained if the feminized male had any remaining facial or body hair. Joel had reluctantly agreed to let her completely shave his body, save the hair on his head. She'd assured him that in this day of manscaping, no one would think twice about him having hairless arms, legs, and a denuded chest. Joel was finishing up shaving under his arms. When he was completely hairless, Trish helped him out of the bath. "Time for your enema," she told him. Enemas had been a regular part of their strap on play for some time, so Joel knew what to expect as Trish filled the bag with warm, soapy water. He didn't resist as she inserted the lubricated tube into his rectum, and stood still while the water emptied into his bowels. When the bag was empty, she had him hold the liquid inside for a few minutes. Joel was uncomfortable, but didn't complain. Eventually, she instructed him, to release the water, and Joel gratefully squatted on the toilet and emptied his bowels. She had him repeat the process two more times, and by the final time, the water was clear as he expelled it. Throughout the ordeal, Joel's cock remained hard as a rock. On Trish's instructions, Joel then took a thorough shower. Trish towelled him off, and then leaned in and kissed him passionately. "Thanks for accepting this babe, you've got no idea how much it's turning me on." She gently stroked his erection, and kissed his neck. Joel's erection still raged, and Trish again commented that regardless of his protestations, he was loving being her "bitch." She had him sit at her make up mirror, handed him a box of white stockings, and told him to put them on. She told him she would be angry if he laddered them, so Joel clumsily, but carefully unwrapped the stockings, and started rolling them up his legs. When he finished, Trish attached a garter belt. A pair of scrappy platform shoes was next, obviously purchased from a BDSM store. She put them on his feet, then applied a small padlock to each shoe's straps, securing them on his stockinged feet until she decided to unlock them. Some trashy jewellery followed, some large bangles on his wrists, and some clip on, large hoop earrings. "It'd be way better if we pierced your ears honey, I think we'll have to look into it." "No way," he objected, "we agreed this had to stay completely in the bedroom, nothing that anyone outside could notice." Despite his objections, the idea excited him, but he was genuine in his belief that he'd never allow it to happen. Next she brought out a pair of handcuffs, and cuffed his hands behind his back. "I think you might try to resist the next part, but it's happening, Slut," she informed hm. Joel shivered. Trish grabbed a pair of eyebrow tweezers from her make up cabinet, and immediately Joel began to complain. "I can't hide this, everyone will see," Joel complained. "Don't worry sweetheart," I'll be subtle. You know how I feel about hairy sissies" Joel was anything but happy with this twist, but he was firmly cuffed, sitting on a makeup stool, and really couldn't resist. "in for a penny, in for a pound," he thought to himself, and reluctantly acquiesced. Trish spent five minutes on his eyebrows, and Joel had to admit to himself she hadn't done a bad job. She'd taken some of the masculinity out of his face, but he didn't think it would be too obvious to his friends and family. Joel thought he could explain it away as some sort of facial treatment she'd convinced him to take. After the eyebrows, Trish started applying makeup. Lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara. Joel sat submissively, while she completed her work. When she was done, the face staring back in the mirror, was clearly still male, but there was a certain femininity to it, a certain prettiness. Joel couldn't help but be aroused. He would never admit it, but part of him loved it. Trish left briefly, and returned with a bra, and a blonde wig. Trish put the wig on Joel, and adjusted it. As a final touch, she wrestled the white bra around his cuffed form, and did up the snaps at the back. "Stand up and look at yourself, Slut," she ordered him, and he obeyed. As he looked at his reflection, he couldn't believe the change. He wasn't going to pass as a woman, his flat chest and somewhat masculine jawline stopped that being possible. He had to admit though, his wife had done an amazing job on him. He felt very feminine, and looked far better than he could have expected. Trish held him from behind, nibbling his ear, and stroking his cock, "you're my bitch now," she whispered to him, and Joel moaned quietly, and trembled a little in response. Trish fetched a ball gag and a blue pill from her box of tricks, and commanded Joel to open his mouth. She gave him the viagra, and told him to swallow. He obeyed, and then she gagged him, and fastened the gad securely behind his head. "That'll keep you hard for the rest of the night," she whispered in his ear. Trish returned to the box, and came back with a large butt plug, and a tube of lube. Joel's eye's widened, and he moaned into his gag. "I know it's big, but you'll thank me for it later," she told him. Trish helped Joel walk clumsily into the bedroom on the unfamiliar heals, and pushed him over the back of the bedroom couch. Joel looked wide eyed over his shoulder as Trish applied lube generously to the plug. It was bigger than anything she'd used on him before, and he was scared. He tried to object, but it only came out as a muffled moan through the ball gag. When she was ready, Trish spread the helpless man's cheeks, and began pushing the huge plug into Joel's anus. Joel squealed into the gag, but was helpless. Trish gently increased the pressure, and Joel could do nothing to resist. "Try to relax, Slut," she ordered him, but he couldn't, it was instinctive for him to resist. Trish leant over and bit his ear hard. The surprise made Joel's sphincter relax momentarily, he was distracted by the pain in his ear. The tip of the plug, under Trish's pressure, popped into Joel's anus. Joel's squeals morphed into screams, muffled by the gag, as Trish relentlessly forced the plug home. Finally, the widest part was past the entrance to his ass, and the plug popped securely in place. Joel's screams subsided, and all he could do was pant in exhaustion into the gag. The pain and humiliation had caused him to break into a light sweat. Trish allowed Joel time to recover his senses, and for his distended anus to adjust to the huge plug. Though it had felt like it was splitting him in two as it went in, his sphincter started to adjust, and within minutes, the pain subsided, to be replaced by an intense feeling of fullness. Trish helped Joel up, and guided him to the bed. She pushed him onto his back on the mattress, and Joel didn't resist, he couldn't if he wanted to, cuffed as he was. Trish looked down, and to her surprise, the trauma of the plug insertion had done nothing to lessen Joel's excitement, his erection was fully intact. Trish reached for her phone on the bedside table. As she picked it up, she looked into Joel's eyes and told him "What's about to happen to you is going to be hard on you. I'm sorry, but it's the only way he'll tolerate you" Joel looked confused, he had no idea what she was talking about. Trish dialled a number and put the phone to her ear. After waiting for an answer, she said "He's ready, you can come now Tyrone." She hung up, and Joel continued to look at her stupidly, he had no frame of reference for her words. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I've loved our sex life, particularly when I fuck you like a bitch. I love it, and never want it to stop. I miss the sex we used to have though, when you used to take control like a real man. It's not the same when you try to take control now, unfortunately, it's hard to think of you as manly after I've seen you drip while I peg you, then watch you come all over your stomach, jerking off as I fuck you like a little bitch. I still love you, but crave an Alpha male to treat me like a woman. Tyrone has become that man. He's the opposite of you, he is in complete control when we're together, and he's hung like a horse. We've been lovers for 6 months, and he's told me he won't accept sharing me with you anymore. "He gave me a choice, leave you or let him turn you out." Trish worked as a receptionist in a local gym. "Tyrone is a trainer at the gym I work at, we started flirting, and I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist his advances. Joel was staring at Trish wide eyed, unable to believe his ears, his eyes started to tear up as she explained the situation. "The only way he'll let us stay together, is if I no longer see you as a man. I don't want to lose you, so I'm sorry babe, but he's going to make you watch while he cuckolds you. He wants fuck you in front of me, too. He says it will completely emasculate you. He spent a lot of time in prison, and says he knows how to make you accept your new role without question" With that, the doorbell rang, and Trish stood up to answer it. Joel could only shake his head emphatically, he was helpless to do anything. Joel lay crying, bound and feminized, a huge butt plug lodged in his ass, as his wife went to let her lover in. Probably due to the viagra, his erection wouldn't subside, despite his distress. Trish finally returned to the bedroom, hand in hand with a tall, muscular looking black man, in his mid thirties. The stranger was dressed neatly in Chinos and a white, ironed shirt. The black man had a handsome, masculine face, and was clean shaven. He was the sort of man who would have made Joel feel inadequate at the best of times. The fact that he was helplessly restrained on the bed with no remaining body hair, dressed in lingerie, slutty jewellery , and in full make up made the humiliation much, much worse. "Sweetheart, this is Tyrone, Tyrone, this is my husband," Trish announced. Tyrone chuckled gently, "You've really done a job on the poor guy. I don't think we'll get much resistance from him, look at how excited he is, dolled up like a slut" Tyrone reached down and pressed on the base of the plug, and Joel moaned in shame. "Good idea, that'll make things easier for him later" Joel wanted to be anywhere else, but he could do nothing but lie passively in his degradation. He was completely mortified that his cock was still rock hard. Tyrone pulled Trish to him, leaned down to kiss her passionately. Trish looked tiny next to Tyrone, dwarfed by his stature. Tyrone's huge hands roamed over Trish's body, roughly fondling her ass, and then mauling her breasts. Trish was clearly very excited at the treatment, and moaned passionately. Joel could do nothing but watch in horror as Tyrone manhandled his wife. Tyrone soon pulled off Trish's shirt, and roughly pulled down her skirt, and pushed her to her knees. Trish obviously knew what was expected of her, and started unbuckling Tyrone's belt, while he unbuttoned his shirt. When he slipped his shirt off, Joel's eyes widened at Tyrone's musculature. It flashed through Joel's mind that Tyrone was obviously on some form of steroids, the black man was nothing but hard, lean muscle. Defined abs, broad shoulders, huge, muscled arms, and a narrow waist.. Joel again felt completely inadequate. When Tyrone dropped his trousers, Joel was again shocked. Tyrone was already erect, and his member was huge. It looked like it was ten inches long, thick, and hard. Trish, on her knees, opened her mouth, and valiantly tried to take the huge cock in. Even with her mouth open as wide as possible, it was clearly a struggle. Tyrone roughly pulled her onto his cock, until Trish began to gag and drool. "Auk Auk Auk" where the only sounds she made as Tyrone fucked her mouth. The cock was clearly too big for Trish to take in her throat, and she could really only work the tip before it made her gag. Joel remembered how easily his own cock had slid down her throat as she deep throated him, and blushed again, humiliated by his feelings of inadequacy. Until today, Joel was proud of his cock, which was about seven inches when hard, but he now realised how pitiful it was when compared to Tyrone's. After a few minutes of letting Trish service him, Tyrone grabbed her hair, and roughly pushed her on the bed. The bed was king size, so there was plenty of room for the three of them. Trish was very wet from Tyrone's treatment, but when he pushed her on her back and entered her, she still gasped in shock at the size. Even after months together, she was still amazed at her lover's cock. There was some pain on entry, but she found herself enjoying it, as she always did. Trish turn ed her head to look into Joel's eyes. She noticed tears running down his face. "Oh babe, it's huge. I can't believe I used to think you were well hung," she said breathlessly. "You can see why I can't take you seriously in bed anymore." Joel couldn't respond through the gag, and could only watch in deep sadness as Tyrone coupled with his wife. It didn't take long at all for Trish to start thrusting her hips to meet Tyrone's thrusts, and she began to orgasm, violently. Tyrone slowed his thrusts after Trish had climaxed, and she lay under him, spent, her eyes slightly glazed. Tyrone pulled out without climaxing himself. "Got to save it for this little sissy," he said, nodding towards the horrified Joel. "You're going to give me a blowjob now, bitch," he told Joel. "I know you don't think you will, but you'll do as you're told, you all do." Tyrone walked and retrieved his trousers, reached into one of the pockets, and pulled out a zip tie. He walked over to poor Joel, who still lay prone on the bed. Tyrone grasped Joel's balls, wrapped the zip tie around them, and pulled the tie tight. Joel gasped at the treatment, it hurt, terribly. "I learned this trick in prison, it's how they castrate farm animals," Tyrone explained "I've cut off the blood supply to your testicles. If blood can't get to your nuts for long enough, they'll just start to die." Joel started screaming into the gag, thrashing around, but was helpless, unable to do anything to change the situation he was in. "Don't worry, do as you're told, and I'll cut it off before it does any permanent damage. I only ever castrated one sissy. I left her nuts tied for two whole days. She blubbered and sobbed the whole time, begging me to take off the band. I cut it off eventually, but it was too late for her balls. They shrivelled away over the next month, leaving her with an empty sack like a neutered dog. The month wasn't pleasant, she had to watch her nuts first swell like grapefruit, then gradually turn a nasty bruised purple, and eventually just wither away. Within 2 months, she had no testosterone, and was sucking dick and taking it up the ass from anyone who'd have her." "Are you going to resist, fag?" Tyrone asked Joel, and Joel could only shake his head violently. "You're going to do everything I ask for the next little while, enthusiastically, and without question?" Joel nodded vigorously, in desperate fear of his manhood. "Good, you only get one chance, refuse or resist in any way, and your testicles are gone for good." Tyrone reached down, and pulled the gag from Joel's mouth. Joel didn't say anything, desperate not to offend his wife's lover. "Uncuff him, Trish," Tyrone said, casually. Trish retrieved the key, and unlocked the cuffs. Again Joel passively did nothing still horrified by the thought of castration. Trish whispered to her husband, "Just do as he says, babe, it'll be for the best." Joel noticed that Trish had stopped calling g him slave and slut since Tyrone had come into the room, the whole dynamic had changed. She was actually speaking to him kindly, gently. It seemed Trish actually felt a little sorry for what she had done to her husband. Tyrone sat back on the couch, his erection sticking out proudly. "Film this babe, it's the fag's first blowjob" Trish retrieved her phone, and started recording the proceedings. "Come over here, fag, and get on your knees." Tears streaming down his face, Joel could do nothing but obey. He staggered clumsily to the couch in his heels, the huge plug making it even more uncomfortable to walk. He was aware of the plug pressing against his prostate, giving him unexpected, and humiliating pleasure as he walked. Joel kneeled as instructed in front of Tyrone. "Look me in the eyes and beg to suck my cock," commanded Tyrone. "Please can I suck your cock," responded Joel, his voice quavering. "Call me sir, master, or daddy, when you ask." Joel's humiliation, incredibly, deepened. "Please may I suck your cock, Sir." Sir seemed the least degrading of the choices given. "Go for it, fag," laughed Tyrone "Look, Trish, he's still hard!" exclaimed Tyrone. To Joel's horror, he realised it was true, his erection had stayed intact through the whole ordeal. "It's the viagra Trish gave me, Sir," Joel tried to explain. 'Nonsense', was the response. "Viagra can help an inadequate man get or keep an erection, but only if he finds his situation exciting" Joel's head bowed in shame, he knew the words were true. Some part of him was turned on by being feminized and forced to service his wife's lover. Joel hesitated, but Tyrone would have none of it. "Suck" Joel didn't hesitate any longer, his banded testicles still forefront in his mind, and leaned forward with an open mouth, and attempted to take the head in to his mouth. It was a struggle, but he managed to open his his mouth wide enough to encompass the head. "Good girl, you're a cocksucker now. Once you've sucked one, you'll always be a cocksucker, there's no going back." "I know it's big, and it's your first time, it would be too much to expect you to take the whole length, so use your hand on the base" Joel meekly obeyed, his hand trembling, and grasped Tyrone's cock. "Stroke it while you suck" Joel began to stroke the cock, keeping the head in his mouth as instructed. The bangles Trish had put on his wrists began to jangle as he stroked, adding to his degradation. "Eye contact is an important part of a good blowjob, look me in the eyes while you service me, bitch," Tyrone commanded. Again, Joel obeyed without question, raising his eyes to look at Tyrone while ministering to his cock. "God this is turning me on," said Trish. Joel, in his distress had temporarily forgotten his wife was watching and filming the blowjob. Trish was actually masturbating as she watched her husband orally service her lover. "You're lucky, I fucked your wife without coming, so this will be quick for you. Future blowjobs will be longer." Joel hadn't even considered the possibility of future humiliations, his mind had only been able to deal with the present in. Clearly this wasn't expected to be a one off. Tyrone's breathing began to become ragged, and Joel instinctively knew the dominant man was getting close. Tyrone pushed Joel off his cock, and began pumping his cock. "I want the cumshot on tape," he explained. "Beg me to come on your face" Joel had thought it couldn't get worse, but it had. He was on his knees, dressed as a slut, being forced to beg his wife's lover to come on his face. "Please Sir, come on my face," Joel said, still thinking about the lack of blood getting to his balls. "Open your mouth" Again, Joel obeyed without question, and Tyrone began to pump harder. The huge black cock began to twitch, and then Tyrone began to ejaculate onto Joel's upturned, waiting face. Trish continued to film, as spurt after spurt plastered Joel. Most, unfortunately, plastered Joel's eye, but some managed to find his open, expectant mouth. Trish squealed with delight. "Not bad," conceded Tyrone. "I see you enjoyed it" Tyrone was taking great pleasure in reminding Joel of his own evident excitement. Joel's cock still stood out, fully erect. Joel could only kneel in shock and shame at what had been done to him. Trish turned off the camera, "Great job, honey, you did really well', she told Joe. "Please sir, can you cut the band off now?" asked Joel meekly. Joel was petrified of permanent damage being done to his testicles. "In a minute," was the response. "Go and get us a wet washcloth" Joel obeyed immediately, shakily getting to his feet, and walking to the bathroom unsteadily in his unfamiliar high heels, the huge plug still wedged inside him, trying to blink the semen out of his eyes. Joel returned with the cloth, and Tyrone instructed him to clean his cock. Joel obediently wiped the large black man's cock clean. "Clean up your face now, fag," Tyrone instructed Joel. Joel gratefully did so while Tyrone retrieved a pocket knife from his discarded pants. Tyrone flipped the blade out, and Joel couldn't help but cringe as Tyrone held his balls roughly, and inserted the knife between Joel's testicles and the zip tie. Tyrone was good to his word though, and cut the zip tie, allowing blood to flow again to Joel's abused balls. "Thank you sir" said Joel instinctively, and was immediately surprised that he'd automatically referred to Tyrone as Sir, even with the threat of castration eased. There was some pain as the blood retuned, but Joel's little erection still wouldn't subside. Joel, was in shock, everything had been so completely unexpected, and had happened so fast. For the first time, he realised he was unrestrained, and with his balls out of jeopardy, decided to try to take back control of his situation. Anger began to rise up at the violations inflicted upon him, replacing his helplessness and terror. Joel turned on his wife in fury. "Get this prick out of my house. Why would you let him do that to me? I'm not gay! I'm your husband, get him out now." "Get out, you prick," he almost spat at Tyrone. Trish and Tyrone looked at each other, and spontaneously laughed together. Joel saw himself in the bedroom mirror, and understood why they were laughing at him. He was trying to be defiant, but he realised how pathetic he looked. He was standing there in high heels, lingerie, slutty jewellery and a blond wig. The mascara had smudged where he'd cried, both from gagging on Tyrone's cock, and crying in shame. Regardless, he tried again, "And get this plug out of me. I don't want any of this." Tyrone stood up lazily and grabbed the cuffs again. Joel tried to back away, but it was hopeless in the heels, he could barely walk. Tyrone grabbed Joel's wrist, and dragged him to the bed. Joel tried to resist, but was hopelessly overpowered by his wife's heavily muscled lover. Joel felt completely powerless. Tyrone cuffed one of Joel's wrists to one of then bedposts, and returned to the couch. "You're not going anywhere. Give me a minute, and then I'm going to come over there and fuck you, while your wife watches. Don't worry, it won't take me long to get hard again." Joel noticed that Tyrone's cock was still semi erect. Even semi erect, its size was daunting. "The first time a bitch gets fucked is always the hardest. They always resist, trying to protect their sense of manhood. The first time always hurts so much they whine and cry and beg, but they always get through it, they have no choice. It doesn't take long, normally by the third or fourth time, they start to get hard while they're fucked, but still won't admit it turns them on. Within. A month, they spurt every time they're fucked, and start begging for it," Tyrone explained to Trish "Show me the video you took," Tyrone ordered Trish. Trish handed Tyrone her phone, and Tyrone opened the recording of the forced blowjob he'd received. "He's going to try to resist, go get me another set of cuffs," said Tyrone as he started the video. Joel could only hear the audio, listening to himself beg to suck Tyrone's cock. Joel closed his eyes in shame, just wanting the ordeal to end, but starting to accept that it was far from over. Tyrone was soon fully erect watching the recording, and dropped the phone and and picked up the second set of cuffs. He grabbed Joel's free hand and cuffed it, pulled it over to the free bedpost, snapping the cuff onto the post. Joel now found himself on his back, arms helplessly secured, spreadeagled. He tried to bring his legs together, but Tyrone effortlessly pulled them apart. Until now, the reality hadn't set in for Joel, but it was suddenly clear to Joel what was about to happen. He was about to be anally raped by another man. Joel began to scream and kick out at Tyrone, but Tyrone grabbed Joel's leg lifted it, and slapped Joel's ass viciously, three times in quick succession. The pain was enough to bring tears to Joel's eyes, and he stopped his thrashing, and started sobbing quietly. Tyrone grasped Joel's balls in a vice like grip. "Stop it now. I'll tolerate your whining, screams, and begging, but try to physically resist, and I'll hurt you, badly." Joel could tell the threat was serious, his ass still stung from the slaps Tyrone's huge hands had inflicted. He stopped his thrashing, and changed tactic. "Please, this isn't right. I don't want this. I'm not gay" "Why are you letting him do this to me?" he asked, turning to Trish. "What have I done to deserve it?" "Come on Honey, I've already explained it. Try not to fight, it'll only make it harder on you." Trish took Joel's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It'll be for the best, you'll see." Tyrone grabbed the base of the plug in Joel's ass, and started gently pulling. Joel moaned "No, no, no, please god no," but Tyrone keep pulling harder until the plug popped out gently. Trish got some lube, and squirted a generous amount onto her lover's cock. She spread it up and down the length, and Tyrone knelt between Joel's legs. Trish handed Joel a pillow, and Tyrone wedged it under Joel's ass, for easier access. Tyrone looked into Joel's eyes. "I like to watch their face the first time. See the sense of loss and shock when they lose their cherry." Tyrone pressed the head of his huge member into Joels sphincter, and started pushing, continuing to look into Joel's eyes. The combination of having been plugged, and the generous amount of lube, let the head pop in surprisingly easily. Joel's eye widened in shock, despite the ease with which he'd been penetrated, the pain was immense. "God no, it's too big, take it out, please! I'll suck you again, anything, just take it out. I don't want this, it's rape" Tyrone just laughed, and pushed again, sliding in another couple of inches. Joel shrieked, tears rolling down his face. "Oh fuck, it hurts, stop, please" Tyrone laughed "There's a long way to go, sissy boy, I'm only about a third of the way in" Joel stopped talking, he was in too much distress. He was crying, and had broken out in a sweat. All he could do was clench and unclench his cuffed hands, and pant, trying to ride out the pain. Tyrone showed a little mercy, pausing the penetration, staying still, allowing Joel time to adjust to the massive cock inside him. Trish laughed, "You can't hate it that much, look at your little hard on, bobbing around" Joel had been distracted, but he realised that he was still reacting physically to his situation, through all the pain and humiliation. His erection only served to heighten his sense of shame. Joel's cock wasn't really small, but compared to Tyrone, it looked ridiculous. Tyrone's cock was almost a weapon. It was surprising how quickly Joel adjusted to the monster in his ass, and within minutes, he again only had a sense of being full. Uncomfortable, but not unbearable. "I could push it in inch by inch, but that only prolongs the ordeal for you. I'm going to push the rest in now, it's going to hurt, but at least it'll be quick" Joel had given up, resigned to his fate, and in an effort to retain a little dignity, said nothing. Tyrone pushed, gently but firmly, and the remainder of his cock, probably 6 inches worth, slid smoothly into Joel. "Fuuuuuuck, it's too much," wailed Joel. The pain was on another level, and Joel's head thrashed violently from side to side. Trish suddenly felt pity for her husband. She could see the state he was in, and realised it was unfair to subject him to this. She's let Joel take her ass occasionally through the marriage, and knew how much it hurt. Joel had tried to be gentle and slow each time, but even with Joel's average equipment, the pain had been excruciating on entry. She'd wound up enjoying it, but only after taking plenty of time to adjust. She could only imagine what Joel was going through, Tyrone was huge. He hadn't been intentionally brutal, but pushing in fully with one relentless thrust must have been agony for her poor, helpless husband. The pain in his virgin ass must have been agonising. In pity, she took Joels cuffed hand, and gave it another squeeze. "The worst part's over, sweetie, I'm really proud of you. Try to relax, it'll get easier" she told him. To Joel's surprise, he was grateful for her support, even though she had put him in this position. He tried to take her advice, lying still, bathed in sweat, face covered in tears, and let the pain wash over him. Tyrone stayed mercifully still, again letting Joel adjust to the invasion. Within minutes, the pain began to subside, and Joel began to regain a little composure. Tyrone, sensing victory, began to gently thrust, only withdrawing slightly, before pushing back in. Joel moaned in discomfort, but it was child's play compared to the initial violation. Tyrone, rhythmically , gently began to fuck him. As the pain subsided, against his wishes, Joel began to feel the familiar feeling of his prostate being stimulated. The last thing he wanted was to enjoy the forced gay sex, but his body started to betray him. Tyrone began lengthening his strokes, and some small moans began to escape Joel's mouth. "See babe, I knew you'd like it" cooed Trish. Joel protested "I don't want this, please. I'm not gay," but his cock had hardened further, now completely erect, bobbing up and down in time with the thrusts into his ass. "Can I stroke him, lover?" she asked Tyrone. "He's had a rough time" "Go ahead. I can't believe he's already hard. He's a natural. I've never had one of my conquests take to it like this the first time. There's normally an adjustment period before that start responding physically." Trish put some lube on her hand, and started stroking Joel. "Stop it, I don't want that, I just want this to be over with. I'm not gay," he pleaded, but his wife continued to gently stroke her husband, while her lover fucked him. Joel had tried to remain still, but realised he'd subconsciously started to tilt his hips in response to Tyrone's thrusts, seeking the angle where the cock inside him would hit the sweet spot, stimulating his prostate. He tried to stop, but every few moments, realised he was doing it again. Joel's breath began to become laboured, his excitement rising, against his will. "That's it, let go," Trish told him. Joel was helpless to resist, and something inside him broke. He began actively lifting his hips to meet Tyrone's strokes, making involuntary moans of pleasure . Tyrone began quickening the pace, and coupled with his wife's ministrations, Joel passed the point of no return. Joel began actively bucking against Tyrone, as his orgasm built. Tyrone could see Joel's climax coming, and began to let go, actively seeking his own. "Oh my god, oh my good, oh my god," was all Joel could mutter, as his excitement built. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," groaned Joel, as his cock twitched and started spurting. Semen jetted from Joel, far enough to cover his chest and stomach, with one spurt actually hitting him in the chin. Tyrone gave one last thrust, and stayed still, fully imbedded in his powerless conquest. Joel could feel Tyrone twitch inside him, as the black man emptied himself into Joel's bowels. As the two came down from their respective climaxes, Tyrone gently reached down, and wiped the tears from Joel's eyes. "Good girl," he said, almost tenderly to Joel, "It's over now, you did well. I can't believe you spurted the first time. I guess it helped having your wife stroke you. It took all my prison bitches must longer to start leaking with my dick inside them." "I'm so proud of you honey, you were very brave," Trish told her pinned husband. Joel was surprised at Tyrone referring to him as a girl for the first time, but his head was spinning from the assault he'd just endured, and he thought no further of it. To his surprise, he felt a tinge of pride at the compliment his wife had given him, but desperately tried to push it aside "I'm not gay," he kept repeating to himself, but it was hard - with a huge black cock still embedded in his ass, covered in his own ejaculate, his body shaved smooth, in heels, stockings and a blonde wig - to convince himself of the fact. Tyrone stayed still while his cock began to soften in Joel's ass, and said, "you can go and wash up now, if you like, you're a mess." Tyrone eased himself out of Joel's ass. Trish unlocked the cuffs, and then the straps to the high heels on Joel's feet. "Go take a shower, honey" Joel gingerly got to his feet, still in shock, and walked to the ensuite. He felt the need to fart, but felt liquid escape his ass when he did, so hurried to the toilet to empty his bowels. A mixture of lube and Tyrone's seed poured from his ass, but Joel was traumatised beyond caring. He pulled off the stockings, jewellery, and wig, and gratefully entered the shower. He took his time washing off the semen and makeup, shampooing his hair, and scrubbing his whole body thoroughly. After taking about ten minutes trying to wash away the shame, he felt a little better as he turned off the shower and dried himself. He threw on an old tee shirt and gym shorts he found in the wardrobe outside the ensuite, but as he did so, he heard the unmistakeable sound of his wife orgasming in the adjacent bedroom. He steeled himself and walked in. Tyrone, incredibly, was hard again, and had Trish on all fours as he pounded her on the bed. Trish was lost in passion, shaking uncontrollably as Tyrone had his way with her. Joel again felt his inadequacy at the vitality of his wife's lover. He said nothing as Tyrone came for a third time of the night, deep inside his wife. Tyrone, sated, lay back on the bed, and looked at Joel, standing in the bedroom watching stupidly, in his shorts and t-shirt. "No, no, no, that won't do at all," Tyrone announced. Tyrone nodded at the couch, and Joel saw a navy blue silk nightdress had been laid out. "I expect you to be dressed appropriately, in full make up whenever I'm here. I know the last hour has been harsh, so we can forget the makeup and wig for the rest of the night, but get those street clothes off and put the nightie on now." All fight had gone out of Joel, so he obediently removed his clothes. Pulling the silky garment over his head, he thought of all the preparation Trish must have undertaken to get ready for the night. Wigs, plugs, cuffs, and lingerie , all in the right size. Joel felt vulnerable and exposed, the nightdress barely covered his ass, but said nothing, and just found himself standing awkwardly, embarrassed. Trish got up from the bed, pecked her feminized husband on the cheek as if everything was normal, and bounced into the bathroom for her own shower. Tyrone patted the space next to him on the bed "Come over here, I want to explain the rules to you" Joel did as he was told, and sat down on the bed next to Tyrone. He was amazed at how quickly he'd come to accept commands without any resistance, all his fight seemed gone. "We got some great footage of you all dolled up, begging to suck my cock, and come on your face. Your little clitty was hard the whole time" Joel wondered when the humiliation would end. "Clitty?" "You're on tape, spurting allover yourself, bucking like a bitch in heat with my cock in your ass, dressed like a tranny" "Trish has given me the complete contact list from your phone, and the show you put on is ready to go out to them all at the push of a button" Joel felt his stomach turn, understanding the threat. He actually felt nauseous at the thought. His clients, business associates, family and friends were all on his phone. His life would be ruined if Tyrone sent out the recording. He could only imagine the damage if video went out. He knew he'd lose clients. His friends would disown him, mock him, or at best laugh about him behind his back. His elderly parents would be destroyed. Tyrone laughed at Joel's distress. "Don't worry, do as you're told, and your special night will stay our little secret. Are you going to do as you're told?" Joel nodded meekly, looking down at the floor. He couldn't bring himself to meet Tyrone's gaze. Tyrone almost tenderly reached over and lifted Joel's chin, forcing Joel to make eye contact. "Are you going to do as you're told?," he asked again. "Yes sir" was the reply, Joel had instinctively realised a verbal confirmation was what Tyrone sought. Tyrone was revelling in his power over the smaller man cowering on the bed in a silk nightdress. He wanted to humiliate him further. "I think Sir is too formal, I'd prefer Daddy" "Yes Daddy, I'll do as I'm told" replied Joel, submitting completely. "Good girl, here's what I expect," said Tyrone, and began to explain. Ten minutes later, Trish emerged from the shower, freshly scrubbed, hair still wet. She was in a nightdress that matched Joel's, but in white. At Tyrone's signal, she joined them on the bed. Tyrone lounged back, between the couple in their matching flimsy nightwear. He was almost sitting, propped up by pillows against the headboard.. "Look at my two matching ladies," he said, and Joel cringed. "Gimme some sugar baby," Tyrone commanded, and Trish happily leant over and began French kissing her lover. Tyrone mauled her large breasts through the silk nightgown. Joel could only watch as he was cuckolded. Eventually, they stopped kissing, "She understands the rules, and accepts them," he explained to Trish. "Let me show you" Tyrone grabbed Trish's ass "Who's ass is this?" Tyrone asked Joel. "Yours, Daddy," Joel responded. "Who gets to fuck her?" "You do Daddy" "Are you allowed to fuck her?" "No Daddy" Tyrone reached over and grabbed Joel's ass. "Who's ass is this?" "It's yours too Daddy," said Joel, wanting this to be over. Tyrone clearly wanted to demonstrate his power over Joel to Trish. Joel just wanted to be anywhere else, doing anything but answering the degrading questions in front of his wife. "Who gets to fuck it?" "You do, Daddy" "When?" Whenever you want, Daddy" "Will you suck my dick?" "Yes daddy" "When" "Whenever you want, Daddy" "Will you swallow?" "Yes, Daddy" "Can you touch your clitty?" "Only when you're fucking me daddy, or I'm sucking your cock" Joel hadn't thought he had any tears left, but he did, and he was sobbing a little at the questions he was being forced to answer. Trish was shocked at how quickly and completely Joel had been broken. "When I'm here, how are you going to be dressed?" "Like your slut, Daddy, in whatever turns you on" "Body hair?" "I'll always be completely shaved for you, Daddy" "Make up?" "Always, Daddy" "Tattoos, piercings?" "If you decide so, Daddy" Joel began to actively cry, he'd been distraught when Tyrone mentioned permanently marking him earlier while Trish was in the shower. "Will you let other men fuck you?" "If you tell me to, Daddy" "Suck their dicks?" "If you tell me to, Daddy" "Let them come in your ass?" "If you say so, Daddy" "Swallow their cum?" "If you say so, Daddy." "Lastly, is it a turn on for me to fuck someone called Joel?" "No, Daddy, you and Trish need to give me a new name to use any time you're here" Tyrone looked at Trish, questioningly. "What do you think?" Trish was delighted. "Stephanie!," she declared immediately. "I've always loved that name. She can be Stephanie when we're being formal, Steph when we're relaxed, or Stephie when we're feeling affectionate" "Stephanie it is," Tyrone announced, looking over at Joel. Tyrone unexpectedly started laughing deeply. "Jesus, look at her, will you? She's pathetic. Tyrone nodded at "Stephanie's" crotch, and Trish too started giggling. Joel looked down, and to his horror, realised that the verbal humiliation inflicted upon him had caused his cock to stir. Unbelievably, he was becoming erect. He couldn't deny it anymore - although being feminised, cuckolded, sucking cock, being fucked horrified him - there was no doubt that it excited him. "Don't worry Steph, I'll fuck you again before I leave tomorrow," laughed Tyrone, "but it's been a big night for us all, I think it's time for sleep. Tyrone rolled over to Trish, and they spooned, Tyrone cupping her breasts. Joel could only lie on his side, staring at Tyrone's muscular back. Within minutes, Tyrone and Trish were snoring gently, but it took a long time for Joel's erection to subside. Eventually he too fell asleep, exhausted by the whole ordeal, his face streamed with tears. Surprisingly, Joel slept dreamlessly and deeply, until sometime after midnight. He stirred, and sighed contentedly enjoying the feeling of being spooned from behind. His mind was clouded by sleep, and he naturally assumed it was Trish snuggling against him. Soon however, through the sleep haze, he noticed something swollen, large and heavy pressed against the small of his back. He realised that whoever was holding him each much larger, and harder than Trish. It all came flooding back, and Joel froze. He didn't risk moving, and waking the sleeping Tyrone. Soon, however, he felt Tyrone's hands start stroking his bare ass under the nightgown. "Mouth or ass, Steph?," whispered Tyrone into the smaller mans ear. "Mmmmph? Was all Joel could muster. Tyrone reached around, and gently but firmly pinched Joel's nipple. "Mouth or ass?," he repeated. Joel began to understand the question. "Mouth" replied Joel, the thought of the pain of being anally brutalised again held no appeal. Tyrone squeezed the nipple harder."Answer properly" "Mouth, Daddy," Joel muttered, understanding what was expected. Tyrone pulled Joel around to face him, and to Joel's surprise, began to French kiss him. After being forced to suck Tyrone's cock and then sodomised, Joel was surprised to find that accepting Tyrone's tongue into his mouth was on a certain level, worse. There was something more intimate, more emotional, more feminine, about being kissed like a woman by a dominant man. Joel didn't resist, but nor did he actively respond. "Don't just lie there like a fish, Steph, kiss me back," Tyrone tweaked Joel's nipple again harder. Joel moaned in discomfort, but obeyed, and started actively responding to Tyrone's kiss. Once more, against his will, Joel found himself physically responding to the much larger man. Joel's cock began to rise, and Tyrone noticed as it pressed into hi lean muscular thigh. "That's more like it, Stephie, good girl." Tyrone pushed Joel's head down onto his chest. Joel was again amazed at Tyrone's physique. His pecs were huge, and hard. "Lick my nipples, Steph" Joel obeyed, sucking and licking and Tyrone's excitement increased. Tyrone forced Joel's head further down, and unbidden, the powerless smaller man knew what was expected. Joel had surrendered completely, he had no fight left. He started kissing and licking Tyrone's hard, defined abs. Tyrone pushed Joel's head all the way down to his crotch. Joel opened his mouth as wide as it would go, and engulfed the tip. Tyrone moaned softly, "Good girl Steph" There was something much more gentle this time, almost romantic, and Joel decided to simply give in. He grasped Ty's shaft, again surprised by its width and heft. Joel's hand could barely encompass it. Joel stroked, licked and bobbed on the head, taking as much as he could into his mouth. Joel felt hands on the back of his head, and Tyrone started gently pulling his "woman" further onto his massive cock. The tip started hitting the back of Joel's throat, and Joel gagged slightly, but Tyrone didn't force it. "You'll learn to control your gag reflex in time, babe," he said, content for now. The noise and movement had woken Trish, and she watched her husband service her lover, and smiled silently. She couldn't believe how much the whole situation excited her. Joel increased the speed of his strokes, and soon Tyrone started to get close. "Don't let any leak from your mouth, sissy," Tyrone instructed Joel, as his hips began to buck, and he held Joel firmly on his cock. Joel closed his lips on the head, and held on as best he could while Tyrone started spurting in his mouth. After three or four spurts, Tyrone's movements started to quiet. Joel took the cum passively. "Keep sucking, I want you to get it all out" Joel kept his lips around his masters cock, and continued to gently suck as Tyrone lay there, spent. After a few moments, Tyrone pulled Joel's head off his softening cock. "Swallow it all, Steffie," he ordered gently, and Joel obeyed. Tyrone rolled Joel on his side, and spooned him again, reaching around and confirming Joel was still hard. Joel's smaller cock was hard as a rock. Tyrone held Joel from behinds arm encircling Joel's neck. He lightly nibbled Joel's ear, "Would you like to squirt, Steffie?" He asked softly. "Yes please Daddy" was the reply. "You've been good, I'll do but for you as a reward," said Tyrone, "You shouldn't expect this often" Tyrone continued to lick and kiss Joel's neck and ears, and reached around and grasped Joel's cock. Joel's cock seemed tiny in the huge black hand, the exact opposite of how Tyrone's huge cock had seemed moments earlier, in Joel's smaller hands. Tyrone played Joel like a fiddle, stroking him, while continuing to hold Joel from behind. Joel began to tremble, and Tyrone stuck his tongue in the sissy's ear. "Squirt for me, Steffie, and it pushed Joel over the edge, Joel came violently into the large black hand. Joel began to calm down, and Tyrone brought his hand, covered in Joel's semen to Joel's lips. "Clean up your mess" Joel obeyed, licking the cum until Tyrone's hand was clean. "What do you say, Steff?" "Thank you Daddy" Tyrone simply rolled over, put his arms around Trish, and closed his eyes. "You've turned him so quickly," said Trish. Tyrone grunted in the affirmative, and muttered "Like a duck to water." Within minutes he was snoring gently. Joel felt a strange mixture of utter shame, and inexplicable pride, as he closed his eyes. Within minutes, all three were deep asleep. When Joel awoke, hours later, sun was streaming in the bedroom window. He was relived to be alone in the bed. His bladder was full, so he went to the toilet and relieved himself. He felt gassy, he guessed as a result of taking Tyrone's cock last night. He didn't trust just passing wind, after being sodomized the night before, so sat down on the toilet to expel what he hoped was just gas. He felt some discomfort as he sat, his ass was tender from Tyrone's violation. Much to his chagrin, when he farted, a little more cum and lube leaked out. He was still otherwise clean from his enema. Joel wiped himself, and stood up. When he looked in the mirror, he noticed a dry, scaly substance on his chin. Some of Tyrone's cum must have escaped his mouth last night, and dried there. He was still in the short satin nighty, it barely covered his ass. Feeling disgusted and ashamed, Joel took the opportunity to wash his face, and brush his teeth. He felt as ready as he ever would, so he walked out of the bedroom, to find Trish and Tyrone sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and eating toast. Tyrone told Joel to sit down and join them, and as Joel did so, Tyrone patted him affectionately on his sore ass. Joel blushed as his wife looked on. "How are you feeling after your big night, Steff?" Asked Tyrone. "My ass is sore, Sir," Joel said, and immediately realised his mistake. "Can I call you Sir this morning Daddy? It's a little less humiliating for me." Tyrone was chuckling at the thought of Joel's sore anus, so feeling magnanimous, he nodded his consent. "Thank you Sir." "Steff, I've got to go soon, but don't worry, I'll be back next weekend. You two ladies, take care of each other while I'm gone - Trish if you get horny, have Steff here look after you. You two can do lots without fucking, enjoy each other" Joel's heart leapt at this turn of events, he could talk to Trish alone and try to convince her to help him escape this nightmare. "Pass the butter, Steff," asked Tyrone casually, and Joel moved to obey. As he handed the butter two Tyrone, Tyrone seized his wrist. "One for the road, Steff?" he asked. Tyrone pulled Joel roughly onto his lap, and unbuckled his pants, releasing his already erect cock. Tyrone scooped some of the soft butter into his hand, and lathered his erection. Joel, understanding what was about to happen, tried to pull away, but Tyrone effortlessly restrained him with one hand. Tyrone lifted the back of the nightgown, exposing Joel. Tyrone pulled Joel onto his engorged member. Joel remembered what the last time had been like, and started to panic, struggling. "Stop it, Steff, you remember the rules" Joel stopped struggling immediately, but begged "Please no, Sir, It hurt enough last night, and I'm sore now and it'll make it worse" Tyrone said nothing, simply put the head of his cock to Joels anus, and pulled the distressed sissy down, impaling him to the hilt in one smooth motion. Joel gasped at the outrage, his eyes watering at the pain. He temporarily forgot the rules, screaming at Tyrone, "fuck, you prick, it huuuuuuurts.... let me off, for God's sake, let me off." Joel struggled, but there was no escape, he was no match for Tyrone's gym and steroid enhanced strength. Tyrone held him, pinned the, huge cock in his ass. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck, it hurts," Joel moaned, "it's too much" Tyrone was prepared to forgive the lack of respect, he understood that Joel was out of his mind in pain, but wanted the struggles to stop. "Shut the fuck up, fag, take it, and stop whining" Joel's anus, stretched as it was, began to adjust to the invasion, and the pain subsided slightly. His calmed down slightly, and stopped struggling, it wasn't helping anyway. "That's it Steff, it'll get a little easier each time, just relax and get used to it" Tyrone wasn't prepared to wait any longer and started gently thrusting into his captive. Trish looked on in fascination, as her husband, moaned at the violation. She was starting to struggle to think of Joel as her husband anymore, as she noticed that Steff (she'd started to get the name into her head) had gone slack jawed, and was drooling slightly. Joel couldn't believe it, but again, as the pain abated, and Tyrone thrusted, he started to feel the pressure on his prostate, and the feeling wasn't unpleasant. Tyrone took both of Joel's wrists and pinned them behind the sissy's back Tyrone was able to bind Joels arms behind him, taking both Joel's wrists in one of his large hands. Tyrone wrapped his free arm around Joel, and held him tightly. Thus Joel was completely immobile, and could only sit on Tyrone's cock, and take the pounding. The angle was perfect, Joel seated firmly in Tyrone's lap, for Tyrone's cock to put direct pressure on Joel's prostate. Joel started moaning, and his own cock continued to harden. "Look, he's starting to leak" Trish offered. Joel looked down, and a string of precum was indeed running from the tip of his cock, to his navel, somehow staying intact as his cock bobbed about as Tyrone ploughed him from underneath. Joel stayed silent, would the indignities ever cease? Tyrone continued relentlessly, and Joel felt a new sensation starting to build. A low pleasurable sensation was building in his prostate, and spreading out, it was almost a pleasurable itch, that couldn't be scratched. It continued to build, and when Joel thought it couldn'tt get more intense, it did. Joel had read about prostate orgasms, but had never experienced one, but that was about to change. Joel was trembling, and he began to leak cum. His cock was waving around as he was fucked, and globs were leaking onto his legs and stomach. It wasn't as powerful as a regular orgasm, but it just kept going on an on. It would start to abate, only to come back stronger. Tyrone kept fucking, and Joel kept leaking, panting, and moaning. It felt like it was never going to end. As Joel writhed, against his will, he felt his sphincter clenching on Tyrone. "Awwww, your first sissygasm," Tyrone said raggedly as he continued to fuck Joel. "I hear it's special when a bitch cums for the first time without being touched, simply from being fucked. "Nnnhhh, nnnhhhh, nhhhhh" went Joel in time with the thrusts, incapable of speech, his cock leaking, and his ass spasming on large invader in his anus. Joel's thrashing, along with the added pressure, was enough to push the dominant man over the edge. Tyrone began to cum himself, and Joel continued to writhe, moan and leak, as Tyrone emptied himself inside Joel. When Tyrone finally stopped thrusting, Joel's climax finally began to subside, but only slowly. Joel continued to twitch and moan but it became less frequent, as he sat, impaled on Tyrone. Tyrone released Joel's wrists, but grabbed Joel's hips, preventing any escape just yet. Joel was incapable of movement anyway. Between the odd twitch, he just sat, completely limp, drained by the ordeal. After a few minutes, Joel had recovered sufficiently, and Tyrone asked Trish to help him up. Trish took Joels hands, and helped him regain his feet. There was an audible "plop" as Joel slipped off Tyron'es cock. "Come on babe, let's get you cleaned up," Trish said gently, leading Joel to the bedroom, on the way to the ensuite. Joel simply followed, dumbly, feeling numb. Trish turned on the shower to let the water heat up, and Joel finally found his voice. "Why?" He asked weakly. Trish ignored the question, and tenderly started scrubbing Joel with a washcloth, cleaning away the mess. "What did I do to deserve it?" He asked. "Did I do something wrong?" "It's not about that, Honey. Tyrone satisfies me in ways you never could. I still love you, and want to stay married, but he's much more of a man than you can ever be. "Look at how you responded to him. You can't deny it, you, loved being his girl too. It's over for now, let's get you out of the shower," she said gently. "I couldn't help it," muttered Joel "I didn't want it, I'm not gay" "I know sweetheart," replied Trish "You can be my man outside the bedroom, when Tyrone's not here, but you have to accept things have changed. I can't say no to him, I don't want to say no anyway It's too late for you, just accept it. He's got you trapped." Joel stopped arguing, and followed his wife into the bedroom. She allowed him to put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and together they walked out into the main house. Tyrone was waiting, cleaned up and dressed. He'd showered in the spare bathroom. Joel noticed he was holding something. "You know what this is?," Tyrone asked, holding out a small metal device to Joel. Joel did know, he'd seen the devices in some of the sissy porn he'd watched with Trish. Joel felt sick, would this nightmare ever end?" "Yes Sir, it's a chastity cage," answered Joel, "I don't need it, I'll be good. We won't have sex and I won't masturbate" "Tyrone smiled, "I know Steffie, but we can't have you tempted, and it'll be a reminder of your place until I visit again. Put it on," he tossed the cage to Joel. Joel looked at the device. There were three parts, a ring, a small cace, and a padlock, the key in the tumbler. Joel didn't have any fight remaining, so he dropped his shorts and started to try to figure it out. Tyrone handed over a bottle of lube, "This'll make it a little easier," he told Joel. Joel tried to start pulling his genitals through the ring, but struggled. "It's too small," he complained. Tyrone laughed again "It's a medium, I really should have got you a small. Don't flatter yourself. Get it through, or I'll do it for you" Joel redoubled his efforts, not wanting the large man to hurt him more than necessary. Eventually, after much awkward fumbling and discomfort, he managed to get his lubed, flaccid equipment through the ring. He'd figured out that the balls had to go through first, then the penis worked throughout the top. "The cage, now, Sissy," was the next command. Helped by the lube, Joel managed to feed his cock into the small cage. The cage was bent, not only would its size prevent an erection, but the shape would prevent Joel's cock from ever being straight. It was a tight fit, but not uncomfortable, in his flacciid state. "Now the lock." Joel managed to connect the cage to the ring at the designed junction, fed the padlock through the hole, and snapped the lock together. He was now chastised, locked in the tight cage, his cock forced downward. "The key" Joel removed the key, and handed it to Tyrone, submissively. "You're nearly finished," Tyrone announced, "but we can't have you lose the progress you've made, that would be a waste." He handed Joel a butt plug. It wasn't nearly as big as the one from earlier, Joel sensed it was more for humiliation. "You'll wear it at all times, unless you need to go to the toilet" Joel didn't bother arguing, but applied lube to the plug, and started inserting it. It hurt much more than expected. It wasn't huge, but Joel's poor ass had endured a lot in the last 12 hours, and was battered and sore. Eventually the plug slipped in, and Joel gratefully pulled up his shorts. Tyrone hugged Trish, and gave her a deep French kiss, that seemed to go on forever to Joel. Joel had suspicions it was simply to humiliate him, demonstrating Tyrone's dominance. Tyrone broke the kiss, and said to Trish, "If you get Horney have Steffie here go down on you. I'm away this week, I'll see you two ladies next weekend." Trish stared up at the larger man, reluctant to break the embrace "OK, Ty, see you then. She pulled the tall mans head down for one last kiss. All Joel could do was watch the display in silent humiliation, feeling completely helpless and inadequate. Soon, Tyrone gently pushed Trish away, and made for the door, "Have a fun week, ladies," he said as he exited, closing the door behind him. Joel broke down completely, sobbing silently as he collapsed onto the couch, wincing at the pain in his ass as he did so. "Leave me alone," he told Trish, as she tried to comfort him. Joel remained on the couch for the rest of the day, intermittently weeping to himself. Eventually, he started watching TV, but every time Trish tried to break the silence, he rejected her advances. Early that night, having eaten nothing, and only leaving the couch to go to the bathroom, Joel took himself to the spare bedroom, and climbed into bed. Trish walked in and asked "Are you sure you don't want to come to bed with me honey?" Joel just lay on his side not responding, so Trish didn't press the point, and soon went to bed alone in the marital bedroom. It was like that for the next few days. After the weekend, Joel worked from home, he did so most of the time anyway. He continued to sleep in the spare bedroom. Joel gave Trish the silent treatment, ignoring her efforts to engage him. Joel was sick with fear of Tyrone sending the video to his contact list. He kept himself plugged at all times. He was constantly aware of the cage and plug as he went about his day, and would wake a couple of times each night with the cage constricting his cock tightly, strangling his sleep erections uncomfortably. On the Tuesday night, Joel was sitting in the living room watching Netflix, when Trish came and sat beside him. Joel still loved her, regardless of what had happened. Trish placed her hand on Joel's thigh, and Joel reached down, and grasped it. "Will you come to bed with me tonight?" she asked. Joel Had tried to stay cold towards here for days, but still loved his wife, desperately. Lying alone in the spare room the last few nights, caged and plugged had been hard on him. He felt betrayed, humiliated, and angry, but he longed to be in bed with her. He was still dismayed at how he'd become so aroused while Trish watched him service the black man. Alone at night, he couldn't help becoming excited, remembering the treatment Tyrone gave him. His cock would strain against its confinement as he thought about it. He couldn't reconcile his disparate feelings, only accept them, Joel nodded, and allowed Trish to lead him to bed. They climbed in, together. In bed Trish leant against him, and started kissing him. Joel felt himself stirring, the cage becoming tight. "Trish, don't, please? The cage hurts" "I've got something to show you, honey," Trish pulled out her phone, unlocking it to show Joel. There was a text exchange between Tyrone and Trish on the screen: Trish: Tyrone, if Stephanie stays in her cage, can I try to get her off? She's having a hard time Tyrone: Go for it, if you can make Steffie squirt like a girl in her cage, have at it. As long as it's as Steffie, The only man that can be with you is me. No straps, either, her ass is all mine, at least for the time being. Understood? Trish: Thanks Ty! Trish threw the phone down and straddled Joel on the bed, kissing him deeply. Joel pulled away, "Does it really have to be as Stephanie?" he asked. "You saw the message babe, take it or leave it" ""I'll take it" The cage was painfully tight now, as Joel's excitement grew. Trish removed her shirt, and let Joel suckle on her breasts. Joel was relishing it. He was starting to discover that the caging of his manhood would force him to concentrate on other sensations, like the feel of her breasts. It was incredibly frustrating, but he admitted to himself, it was also very erotic. Trish climbed off, "Let's get you ready." She led him to the shower, removed her remaining clothes, and retrieved two pink razors and some shaving cream. "Your getting a bit prickly, I want you silky smooth again" Joel blushed, but was beyond caring, he just wanted to be with his wife. The couple worked together, shaving Joel smooth. In his haste, Joel nicked his legs in two places. Trish laughed. "You'll get better at it with practice, babe" When Joel's body and face were again completely smooth, she turned off the water. She left the bathroom as Joel dried himself. When he was dry, he walked out of the bathroom. Trish was waiting for him with the blue silk number that he'd worn on the weekend. She'd washed it. Joel looked at his naked wife. She was incredibly sexy, her tan, Asian skin, large augmented breasts, tight firm stomach, honed at the gym, and slim, shapely legs. Joel slipped the silky garment on, and Trish led him to the makeup chair. "Nothing too much, it's just us girls tonight, just a little lip gloss and eyeliner," she said, and began her work. It didn't take long. Trish pressed her naked breast into Joel's back as she worked on his face, relishing the effect it was having on him. When she finished, she handed him a wig, a different one from the last time. The new wig was shortish, straight, and black. "I think you should be a brunette tonight." He donned the wig, and she made minor adjustments until she was happy with the look. Trish, finally sprayed some perfume on Joel's neck and wrists. "You smell good en ought to eat," she told him. "Don't look too bad either" Joel looked in the mirror, and for the first time really looked at the results. Up until now he'd only been thinking of the process, and how good his wife looked. He was surprised at how good he looked, again he'd never pass as a woman, his flat chest, and the size of his shoulders and arms prevented it. He wasn't heavily muscled, but was clearly more muscular than a typical woman. Nevertheless, his face was very feminine, even pretty, the makeup had done its job. Joel again felt his excitement grow. He'd given up fighting. Being feminised by his wife clearly turned him on. A dark side of his psyche, previously unknown to him, was being revealed. Trish nuzzled his neck and stroked his nipples through the silk. Joel moaned again. Trish led him into the bedroom. Joel noticed a large, "massager" plugged into the mains power on the night table. He understood what it was, he'd seen them used as vibrators in the porn he'd watched with Trish. Dommes would sometimes hold them to their sissy's cock and balls while they fucked the sissy, bringing the sissy to orgasm. Trish pulled Joel onto the bed, and started kissing him, grabbing his cage. Joel groaned in excitement and frustration. It seemed to Joel that he'd never been so excited. They made out on the bed for what seemed to Joel an eternity. They could only make love as two lesbians, with Joel's cock taken out of play, locked away. Trish licked his nipples, between kissing his neck and mouth. Joel did the same to Trish, and they both writhed on the bed. Joel's frustration and excitement continued to grow Trish eventually pushed Joel on his back, and knelt between his legs. Trish, to Joel's delight, took his caged member in her mouth. It was easy given the small cage. Joel's head flopped from side to side as Trish looked into his eyes, as she mouthed the cage, teasing. She could get her tongue through the tip of the cage, and alternated between licking the tip of Joel's cock, and engulfing the cage in her mouth. She'd hum gently with the cage in her mouth, and the vibrations from her humming increased Joel's frustration. When Trish stopped, Joel begged her, "Please babe, don't stop!" Trish ignored his pleas, and lay on her back, her head on the pillow. She opened her legs, "Me first, Steff, go down on me" Joel found himself starting to enjoy his femme name. Steff obeyed, and took his place between her legs, and began to service her. Her moans only served to excite him more. Trish was already very excited by their lovemaking, and it wasn't long before she had a series of powerful orgasms. Soon, Trish pulled Joel from between her legs, reached over, and opened the bedside drawer. The two sets of handcuffs were inside. "Do we really need those?" Asked Joel, disappointed. He'd loved feeling an active participant in their sex, even if it was in the role of a feminised sissy. He didn't want to be restrained and subjugated again. "Trust me," was Trish's response, "hands behind your back, Steff." He meekly obeyed, and she cuffed him. Once again, he was now helpless, under her complete control. She pushed him on his back, and again, took the cage in her mouth, licking, and doing her humming trick. Joel broke out in goosebumps. He was out of his mind with lust, but could do nothing. He panted, sweated and moaned, clenching his cuffs hands, pinned helplessly behind his back. Trish continued to tease, but reached for the vibrator. She switched it on and took her mouth off the cage. Trish moved up, and started kissing Joel, pressing her breasts against him. She took the vibrator, and placed it under the cage, set on low. Joel gasped in surprise at the feeling, the whole cage started vibrating gently, and it felt great. It was very pleasurable, but Joel soon realised that it too, was as frustrating as it was exciting. It was enough to keep him excited, but not enough to get him off. Trish continued to tease, but eventually took pity, and increased the vibrator's setting to high. Trish reached around and started pressing the base of the plug in Joel's ass, and the pressure on his prostate increased his excitement. The feeling was incredible, and Joel quickly realised that he might get there, despite the cage. As his breathing began to quicken, and his hips began to buck, seeking to push the cage against the vibrator, Trish sensed Joel was getting close, and removed the vibrator cruelly. She continued to rhythmically press the base of the plug. Joel was left to thrash, unsatisfied. "Please don't stop" he begged his wife. For the next twenty minutes, Trish continued the cycle, bringing Joel to the edge, only to leave him stranded. Joel was beginning to lose his mind. Eventually, Trish took pity. "Would you like to cum, sweetie?" Joel nodded desperately, not trusting himself to speak. Trish adjusted the vibrator, to its highest setting.She pushed into the base of Joel's cage, and resumed working the plug in his ass. Joel's balls were mashed into the vibrator, as Trish pressed it into the cage, and Joel felt some pain along with the pleasure. Joel was beyond caring, relishing the increased stimulation. He felt the familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm, and finally it happened, the cage started rhythmically twitching as Joel began to peak. He cried out as spurt after spurt erupted from his caged, abused cock, and jetted downwards onto his legs forced in that direction by the cruel curve of the cage. It was one of the most intense, satisfying climaxes of Joel's life. His cock continued to twitch, even after the spurting ceased, but eventually his excitement began to subside. Trish was still pressing the vibrator into the cage, but as his excitement abated, the feeling began to transform from pleasure to discomfort. Trish sensed it, and turned off the vibrator. She left Joel on the bed, panting, and retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom, wet it with some warm water, returned and started cleaning Joel's mess from his shaven crotch and legs. Joel sighed in pleasure, his body limp, completely drained and finally satisfied. Trish finished cleaning him, and then unlocked the cuffs. Joel rubbed his wrists, grateful to be free. Trish snuggled against him, laying her headon his chest, enjoying the feel of the silk lingerie on her cheek. "Better?" She asked. Joel nodded, still not trusting himself to speak. Trish smiled, and closed her eyes, her head still on Joel's chest. She gently ran her fingernails down Joel's body, inducing goosebumps. "It's all going to work out fine, babe," she told him, and closed her eyes. Trish was soon snoring gently, and as Joel lay there in his lingerie , still plugged and caged, he was amazed that he thought she might be right. Soon he too was snoring gently, falling into a deep sleep. The next few days weren't too bad. Joel remained caged and plugged, but Trish allowed him to dress in male attire during the day while he worked from home. The thought of going out in public with a plug in his ass, and a chastity cage on his genitals terrified Joel. The lock sometimes jangled against the cage, and he was petrified someone would hear it. He realised that the fear was probably unfounded, people would assume it was just keys, or change in his pockets, but he didn't go out nevertheless. At night, Trish would feminize him before bed, gradually making Joel do more and more of the steps by himself. She's acquired more lingerie for him, and he wore a different outfit each night. He found a white bra and panty set Trish made him wear particularly galling, he looked feminine, until you noticed the cage straining against the front of the panties. At night, they would go to bed together, and they'd make out as lesbians. Trish would make Joel go down on her every time, and Joel would get very excited, but his cage kept him in check. Much to his disappointment, Trish didn't repeat the treatment with the vibrator. Trish let slip that Tyrone had taken his clients to a different gym. She no longer saw him during the day. It made Joel happy that his wife wasn't getting fucked by the huge cock daily at work. Trish, however, couldn't stop talking about how much she was looking forward to "Ty" coming and staying on Friday night, and Joel's humiliation was reinforced. As Friday approached, Joel felt a mixture of disgust, trepidation, and he hated to it admit to himself, excitement. He dreaded being cuckolded again, and the thought of the forced gay sex disgusted him. His own involuntary arousal at the thought only disgusted him more. On the Friday morning, Joel was working when he got a message from an unknown number on his phone. Trish was at work. It was a video, and when he opened it on his iPhone, he saw himself, feminized, sucking on Ty's huge black cock. The unknown number was clearly Tyrone. The video had been skilfully edited, all Joel's protest were removed, but his voice was clear when he begged to suck Tyrone, and eagerly asked Tyrone to come on his face. The video went on, showing Joel taking the monster in his ass. Joel's own erection was clear, and the video ended with Joel shooting his load, while Tyrone fucked him, and Tirsh stroked his cock. To anyone watching the video, Joel was an active, enthusiastic participant. Joel could only wince. If the video got out, he'd be ruined. His phone pinged again, it was another message. "Just remember to do the right thing, and the show you put on will remain our little secret. Ty xxx" Joel realised again the extent to which he was trapped. Try as he might, he could see no alternative but to continue to obey his new black master. Joel tried to keep working, and put it out of his mind, but later in the morning there was a knock on the door. Joel answered, and was handed a package by a delivery driver. Joel took the package, closed the door. He went into the kitchen to open it. Inside was a schoolgirl uniform. Joel's stomach turned, he knew the package had been sent by Tyrone, and knew he was expected to wear it that night. Joel sensed that the outfit was designed to maximise his humiliation, but was helpless, resigning himself to being dressed in the white buttoned shirt and red, pleated shirt for Tyrone's pleasure that night. There was a tie to go around his neck that matched the skirt, Joel didn't know what the item was called, but had seen catholic schoolgirls wearing them to school. White, knee high, sheer socks, and shiny black girls shoes were also in the box. Joel tried to go back to work, and not think about the upcoming night. He couldn't though, and his nervousness increased as the day wore on. He was mortified that his cock was straining in its confinement most of the afternoon. He wished he didn't respond this way to the humiliations. At 5:30, Trish arrived home, clearly excited. "Come on Steff, let's get ready. She performed her routine on Joel, and once she had him shaved smooth and made up, she began preparing herself. She'd gone light on the makeup and jewellery, Joel was meant to look like an innocent schoolgirl this time. Joel started figuring out how to don the uniform, while Trish prepared herself for her lover. Joel finished dressing, and looked in the mirror. He felt ridiculous, yet remained extremely aroused. Joel was excited, he expected to be released from his cage before Ty had his way with him. The cage had been described as a method of keeping Joel from being tempted in Tyrone's absence. Trish instructed him to use the black wig again, and Joel did as he was told. He watched as his wife shaved her legs, and put on provocative lingerie . She applied makeup, clearly excited. Rarely in the marriage had Trish taken such care preparing for Joel. Trish was finished, but continued making small adjustments to her makeup, as she waited for her man's arrival. Joel just stood awkwardly, watching in silence and apprehension. Soon there were three loud knocks on the door, and Trish almost jumped up in eagerness to answer. Joel followed. Trish opened the door, toTyrone. Joel had forgotten just how big Tyrone was, and felt pathetic, looking at Tyrone's physique. Tyrone looked in approval at the wife and feminised husband, clearly happy with the effort they had gone to for him. Tyrone entered, and embraced Trish, French kissing her as Joel watched passively. He broke the kiss "Get me a beer, Steff," he said casually, and tuned back to Trish, cupping her ass, and leaning down to kiss her. Joel obeyed without a hint of protest, ashamed of himself for doing so. Joel returned with the drink, and handed it over. Tyrone was removing his shirt. Joel was stunned to see that Tyrone's muscles were even more defined than a week ago. Trish hungrily noticed too, and stared at Tyrone with lust. Veins stood out on Tyrone's heavily muscled arms, his abs were clearly visible, his chest and shoulders looked huge. "Like what you see, ladies?" Tyrone asked proudly. "I'm prepping for a bodybuilding show. I'm juiced to the eyeballs. I've been on massive doses of testosterone and Tren. It's working, but I'm horny as fuck, and forgive me if it makes me a little aggressive." Tyrone took a chug from the beer he'd been handed, put it down and started unbuckling his belt. As he dropped his pants, his cock was freed, already fully erect, large, and heavy looking. Joel could see Trish was shocked. She enjoyed Tyrone taking charge, but has at least expected a little small talk, maybe the chance to join Tyrone in a drink. Tyrone was oblivious to Trish's disappointment. He grasped her shoulders, and forced her roughly to her knees. Clearly, Trish was not expecting such treatment, and started to protest. Tyrone simply slapped her face hard with his erection. "Shut up and open your mouth, you slut" he told her, and she blushed deeply. "But Ty, I thought" she started, but Tyrone simply slapped her in the face again, harder with his cock. Tyrone laughed at the look of shock on Trish's face, and clearly enjoying himself, slapped her a third time. Trish's eyes welled with tears at the unexpected treatment. She'd been excited all day, expectation of a romantic night with Tyrone, and was shocked at the rough treatment she was receiving. She hesitated, still confused, so Tyrone slapped her a fourth time "open up," he commanded again. Trish did so, still stunned. Joel was shocked too. Part of him was delighted at Trish being on the receiving end of such treatment, after what she had done to him, but the other part wanted to protect the woman he loved. Everything Tyrone did seemed to bring out conflicting emotions in him. "Sir, do you have to be so..." "Shut up fag, you're next," Tyrone cut him off. Joel stopped talking, he was trapped. Joel stood no chance physically, and Tyrone was still in possession of the video. Tyrone forced his cock into Trish's open mouth, and started pulling her onto his cock. Trish started gagging at the treatment, her eye makeup was already starting to run from the tears. Tyrone kept thrusting into Trish's mouth. "Auk... auk.... auk...." were the only sounds Trish could make as she gagged on the huge cock. Tyrone tired quickly of Trish's mouth, picked her up, and forcibly bent her over the kitchen bench. He pinned her hands behind her back with one hand, and then with his free hand, roughly tore off her panties. Tyrone hawked up a gob of mucus from the back of his throat, and spat it into Trish's anus, then nestled his cock there. Trish, suddenly realised what Tyrone had in mind, and started to struggle. "Please no, it's too big. I don't want it there." Joel had a sense of deja vu, having been in the same situation a week ago. He had an understanding of what was going through his wife's mind. Tyrone simply started pushing, and Trish screamed as the head violated her anus. Tyrone had shown Joel mercy the week before, using proper lube, and stopping while Joel adjusted to the outrage, but he showed Trish no such kindness. Tyrone simply embedded his cock to the hilt with one firm thrust. Trish's breath was taken away at the pain, and she struggled to get her wind. Tyrone started thrusting savagely. Trish's eyes were wide and full of tears as Tyrone started pounding. Trish was in agony as Tyrone took her ass. "Unnhhhh, unnhhhhh, unnhhhh" she gasped as Tyrone pounded away. Finally she managed to whisper "God, please stop, it hurts too much" The only saving grace was that Tyrone was quick. In less than a minute, he roared, and pulled Trish onto his cock as deep as it would go, and started to dump his load in her bowels. Trish sobbed helplessly as Tyrone emptied himself into her. Joel only watched silently at the violation of his wife. Tyrone pulled himself out of the poor woman's anus, and Trish wailed again in pain. It hurt nearly as much coming out as it had going in. Joel was shocked to see small amount of blood on Tyrone's cock as it was pulled out. He felt nothing but pity for his wife now, his own treatment at her hands forgotten. Tyrone pulled Trish's head, by her hair, to his bloodied cock, "Clean it up, you slut" he commanded. Trish was in shock, and numbly opened her mouth. Tyrone shoved it in, and made her suck all the mess off. When he was happy with the result, Tyrone simply let go of her hair, and Trish slumped to the ground. It was less than three minutes since Tyrone had entered. In that time Trish had gone from excited expectation of a romantic evening, to a crying, soiled mess on the floor. Joel noticed in horror that Tyrone's cock was still rock hard, even after ejaculating in his wife's ass. "It's the roids," explained Tyrone, "I can go all night" Tyrone walked towards the terrified Joel, and Joel begged "Please Sir, can I at least get some lube?" Tyrone paused and considered the question. Finally, he nodded his assent. Joel rushed, and retrieved the lube. Not trusting Tyrone to do a thorough job, he knelt before the large man, and started generously applying lube to his cock, trying to coat the length thoroughly. Tyrone was impatient, and grabbed Joel, bending him over the kitchen bench as he did Trish moments before. He pinned Joels arms in exactly the same way. With his free hand, he roughly pulled out Joel's plug. Joel gasped, but Tyrone was almost in a frenzy. Tyrone pressed the head of his penis against Joel, and again, brutally entered Joel to the hilt with one thrust. Joel gasped, the pain was bad, but at least he's had the benefit of the plug, and lube. Joel decided not to give Tyrone the satisfaction of begging, and simply gritted his teeth, as Tyrone started thrusting into him. Tyrone relentlessly pounded the poor man. To Joel's surprise, the pain didn't last as long as he was expecting. The previous weekend, and the week long plugging must have stretched him. Joel hoped it wasn't irreversible. Shockingly, despite his anger, Tyrone's cock started to work its magic on Joel. Joel started to stir within his cage. Tyrone, having already had his way with Trish, was taking longer this time, and continued to pound himself into Joel. Joel was determined to remain silent, regardless of his excitement, but the occasional mewl escaped his throat as he was fucked, bent over the kitchen bench. Eventually, Joel's cock started to drip precum, and he couldn't help himself he started actively meeting Tyrone's trusts. Trish had recovered slightly, but lay on the floor, red eyed, watching her husband's debasement. Even caged, Tyrone was going to push Joel over the edge. Joel began to experience his second prostate orgasm, against his will, he started making sounds of pleasure as his cock started to twitch and spurt in its cage. Like the previous week, it seemed to go on forever, Joel moaning helplessly as was fucked. Eventually, Tyrone started quickening his pace, seeking his own orgasm. Joel moaned, and sighed, and leaked, as Tyrone spurted inside him. Only when Tyrone stopped, did Joel start to come down. Trish watched her lover, now her defiler, withdraw his cock from Joel's ass. Tyrone laughed as looked at Joel's mess on the floor, Joel had leaked and spurted copious amounts while Tyrone fucked him. "No need to ever take that cage off, you leak like a bitch every time I fuck you, even with your pathetic cock in chastity" Tyrone chugged the rest of his beer, his cock finally starting to soften, as the couple lay together in their humiliation. Tyrone retrieved the plug, and still clasping his beer, shoved the plug firmly back into Joel with his free hand. Joel still trying to be quiet, gasped at the final indignity. Tyrone put down the empty can, and started dressing. When he was finished, he said "Thanks girls, see you next Friday," and walked out. Joel and Trish remained motionless, each in their own shame at what had just happened. It had all been so quick and brutal, they were both in shock. Eventually, Joel went to Trish and embraced her. Trish began crying uncontrollably, apologising repeatedly through her tears. "Oh god, I'm so sorry Joel. I didn't understand what he put you through. God what have I let him do to us?" Joel wiped the tears from her eyes as she sobbed and apologised, over and over. His anger had left as he held his bleeding wife. After a long time, the walked together into the bathroom to clean themselves up. That was the cycle for Trish and Joel for the next 6 months. Tyrone would come over on a Friday night, fuck them both, and leave. Every Friday, he'd text instructions for how he wanted Joel dressed. Joel had been a cheerleader, a French maid, a street whore, a school girl, and many more. The costumes seemed designed purely to humiliate Joel. He fount the worst to be what Tyrone referred to as "bondage sissy." Joel would be leashed and cuffed, in leather, then be bound and shackled while Tyrone either forced his cock down Joel's throat, fucked him, or both. Joel, over time, had learned to take Tyrone's cock down his throat completely. It was an ordeal, he'd gag, cry, and sometimes even puke, as Tyrone fucked his throat. Ty had fucked Joel in every position he could imagine, on top, forced to ride Tyrone like a jockey, doggy, missionary, bound, standing, or bent over furniture. The only constant was that by the end, Joel would be quivering, moaning, and leaking through his cage. Sometimes Tyrone would have Trish dress in outfits to match Joel's, to further their shame, and assert his authority. His favourite was to have them wear matching schoolgirl outfits. He'd watch them make out, then take his time fucking them both. He was never as brutal with Trish as the first night, but made it clear she was under his control, doing to her whatever he wished. He'd often fuck her ass, but would at least attempt to make it bearable for her. Occasionally, he'd work to make it special for her. It was almost worse for Trish to find herself so excited as her sadistic ex lover made her cum violently, again and again. They learned that Tyrone's main kink was to humiliate them, and they suffered his fantasies without protest, they were trapped. Tyrone brought a tattoo artist over one night, and to Joel's horror, had a gay pride flag tattooed on his hip. The tattoo artist was also qualified to pierce, so Joel wound up with a tongue piercing. He could take it out when in public, but was forced to wear it whenever at home. Tyrone forced the couple to send him a timestamped selfie every night before bed, to prove Joel was plugged, caged, dressed in female nightwear, and had his piercing in before bed. The final task of the tattoo artist was to give the couple matching tattoos on their ass cheeks. "Property of Tyrone" was permanently written on their rumps. Tyrone didn't mark them in a way they couldn't hide, but they were both acutely aware of the permanent marks of ownership. As the months dragged on, Tyrone's demands became more and more perverted. Some Fridays he'd come over, and before touching either of them would order food delivery. When the food arrived, he'd invite the driver in, with Joel and Trish dressed in whatever demeaning costume he'd chosen. "Care to fuck either of them as a tip?" He'd inquire of the deliveryman. Most were freaked out, and left as soon as they could, but about one in three would jump at the chance. Most chose Trish, and Joel was forced to watch as watch as his wife was fucked by strangers of all races, shapes, sizes, and hygiene standards. Occasionally, one would choose Joel, and the reverse would occur. Trish would be forced to watch her caged husband get fucked by a random stranger. None of them made Joel cum, and Tyrone always pointed this out to Joel. "Aww, Steffie, he didn't get you off?," he'd ask. "Would you like me to fuck you and finish the job?" "Yes please, Daddy, fuck me until I leak," Joel would reply. He knew the response Tyrone wanted. Tyrone would then fuck Joel, and to Joel's shame, he'd always do exactly as Tyrone predicted, leaving a puddle of his cum on the floor. During the week, Joel and Trish would comfort each other. In an effort to atone, Trish got Joel off with the vibrator, and a large strap on, whenever he wanted. The selfies they were forced to send Tyrone would never show the strap on, so Trish disobeyed the no strap on rule. The fuckings Joel got from Trish were very different from Tyrone's. They were normally, sweet, gentle, and romantic, with a lot of foreplay and kissing. Joel grew to cherish them. Before being chastised, Joel had masturbated frequently. Now, unable to do so, he was constantly in a state of low grade horniness. He thought of sex much more often, and every time he saw his sexy little Korean wife, his cock would store in its cage, and he'd want to touch her. Trish was loving all the attention, the kissing, the hugs, Joel wanting physical contact all the time. They'd become like teenagers, most nights they'd start watching TV together, and would wind up making out on the couch. When Joel couldn't bear it anymore, she'd take him to the bedroom. Sometimes she'd throw him on the bed, and fuck him straight away, other nights she'd make him go down on her for a long time first, enjoying countless orgasms. For a long time Joel tried to convince himself that he hated being emasculated, but over time began accepting that he in fact, loved it. He'd grown to enjoy the loss of control, the frustration of the cage, the lingerie. One night, after Trish had fucked him, Joel admitted to Trish that apart from Tyrone, he was happy in his new role. It took a lot of courage for Joel to do so, he still felt a sense of shame at how he enjoyed dressing and being treated like a girl. Trish was overjoyed, she'd felt an enormous sense of guilt at what had been done to Joel against his will. "Me too, Stephanie," Joel felt a small thrill as she used his female name, "I'm so sorry for the way it happened, it was terribly cruel, I wasn't thinking straight. What he.... We did to you - ," she corrected herself, admitting her role, "was completely wrong." "I feel so much closer to you now though,," she told Steff, "and this," she said, grasping his cage, "and this," she continued, touching Steff's silky, brief nightie, "turns me on so much." "If only that sadistic prick Tyrone would stop coming over every week, it'd be perfect," she told him. Joel nodded in agreement. Joel felt a huge sense of relief at his admission. Joel had started thinking of himself as Steff from time to time. He'd laughed when the whole concept of chosen pronouns had become a thing, but now realised that it was real. During the day, and outside the house, he felt male, but at night, alone with Trish, he loved being called Steff, and referred to as a girl. Trish felt relief that Joel was enjoying being feminised so much. Her guilt had been somewhat assuaged. Steff lay his head on Trish's breast, and Trish lightly stroked her "husband's" shoulder with her long nails. Steff sighed happily, and they fell asleep together. Tyrone was becoming bored with the couple. Ever since his prison time, he'd got off on subjugating straight males. Doing it front of their wives or partners only added to the excitement. It was a power trip for him. It had become his fetish, he'd lost most interest in normal sex. He felt like he'd taken Trish and Joel about as fast as he could. Trish would never see Joel as a man again, and Joel had taken enough cock in his mouth and ass, that he would be permanently changed by the ordeal. Whatever happened now, Joel was a cocksucker. Whatever happened, he'd experienced being fucked by a real man, and had cum like a girl as his wife watched. Nothing would change that Tyrone wanted to find new prey. He decided that he'd give the couple one last special night, and move on. He'd given a few couples a final send off like the one he was planning, and he smiled at the thought of what was in store for them. He started to compose a message to the couple on his phone. Joel and Trish were lying in bed early Friday morning when matching texts arrived on their phones. "I?m nearly finished with you two. Do as you're told, and tonight will be the last you see of me. Disobey, and I?ll send out the videos Someone will be arriving at 4pm to get the two of you ready. I?ll pick you up at 6 Ty" Trish and Joel looked at each other in a combination of fear and relief. "It might nearly be over!," Trish said happily. "Pick us up? He wants us to go out, with me dressed?" Replied Joel in horror. "Lets just get through it, Honey. We might nearly be there," Trish told Joel, trying to comfort him. The couple spent the rest of the day waiting nervously. At 4pm sharp, there was a knock on the door. When Trish opened it, there was a sexy Asian girl standing there, holding two large bags. Joel thought she looked Japanese. As Joel looked, he saw she was dressed very provocatively. She was wearing a white bikini top, covering two pert breasts, and a matching short white skirt and knee high white, high heel boots, accentuating her tan skin. Her hair was pulled into two tails, with white hairbands, one at each side of her head. She had a silver chain navel piercing on her flat toned, stomach, and wore a lot of trashy silver jewellery. Her eyes were heavily made up, giving her a slutty look. There was pink leather, choker collar around her neck, with "FUCKTOY" written on it in silver studs. Joel had always had a thing for Asian women, that?s why he?d married Trish. Joel was instantly attracted to the sexy young woman standing in the doorway. As the girl entered, Joel noticed a tattoo. On her left breast were the words "Tyrone?s Sissy," next to a small love heart. He saw another on her hip, visible just above the tiny low cut miniskirt that started low and ended high. It was in small writing, and Joel struggled to read it "Castrated 05-05- 14," with a heart eyed emoji next to it. Joel suddenly realised it wasn?t a young Japanese, girl in front of him, but another of Tyrone?s victims. Joel was amazed, there wasn?t a hint of masculinity left, the newcomer looked completely feminine, oozing sexuality. The visitor noticed Joel?s surprised look, and launched into an introduction and explanation. She obviously has told the story many times before. "I?m Fook Mi. Yes, it?s from the Austin Powers movie" Trish and Joel both remembered the sexy little Japanese Harajuku girl from the movie, and the joke name. "Tyrone thought it was a funny name to give me" The asian woman clearly wanted to explain before she was asked. Fook Mi told them she?d been Tyrone?s cellmate, and his first conquest. "Tyrone raped me on the first night I was put in his cell. I tried to fight it, but it was useless. We were in the cell together for 16 hours a day, and he fucked me every day. "I hated it at first, but soon grew used to it, and eventually started to love it, I couldn?t help it. "He started making me dress in slutty clothes and wear makeup. He pierced my cock, and attached a bell that would ring as fe fucked me. He liked to humiliate me. Some of the other inmates started to want to fuck me. Two raped me in the shower one day when Tyrone wasn?t there. Tyrone was coming into the shower, and heard my bell ringing as I was fucked "Tyrone was furious, he beat them badly, and gave me my first tattoo," explained Fook, nodding towards "Tyrone?s Sissy" "From then on, the whole prison knew I was Tyrone?s, and kept their hands off me. I was grateful. "I was only in for 8 months, and Tyrone started getting upset at the prospect of my parole. He didn?t want me living as a man when I left. "Three days before my parole was due, he held me down and pulled a zip tie around my balls" Joel shuddered, remembering receiving the same treatment. "For two days, he kept the band around my balls, it was horrible. He injected me with prison heroin to keep me subdued. The guards turned a blind eye, he must have bribed them." Joel remembered Tyrone telling the story, from a different point of view. "The morning of my release, he cut the band off, and gave me this, pointing at the "castrated" tattoo on her hip. I went to the hospital when I got out, but the damage was done. My balls had no oxygen for too long, and were necrotic. The hospital staff wanted to know how it had happened, but I was too scared to tell them. They gave me antibiotics to stop any infection." "At first, my balls blew up like balloons, but over the next 4 weeks, the swelling went down, and my dead testicles simply faded away. I was left with an empty sack like a desexed dog. I cried the whole time" Fook Mi had told her story quickly and matter of factly, but looked sad as she remembered her loss. "Eventually, the loose skin tightened," she lifted her skirt to show a small, limp penis, with a ring through the head, a small bell attached. Joel suddenly feared for his himself, "He won?t do that to me, will he?" Fook Mi shrugged. "I don?t think so, but who knows? He can be cruel. He hasn?t done it to anyone since though" Joel shuddered. Trish just watched and listened, stunned at the story being told. "I couldn?t get a job, and started sucking cock on the street, or taking it up my ass for food money. It wasn?t so bad, I was used to it" "When Tyrone got out, he offered to take me in. I moved in straight away, I?ve lived with him ever since. "He started me on hormones, and got me these," showing her breast proudly. "I cook and clean, and he lets me sleep in his bed. He fucks me most nights, it?s good," she smiled. "He doesn?t hurt me anymore" Fook actually seemed to be happy with her situation. Joel couldn?t help but ask the question "How do you enjoy it, without..." Fook cut him off, knowing where the question was going. She?d obviously had to answer it many times before. "It?s different. I hardly ever get hard any more, but I leak every time he fucks me. I don?t come often, just leak a little bit. When I do mange to cum, it?sdifferent "Ty tells me you have sissygasms when he fucks you. You came the second time when he fucked you on the kitchen chair?" Joel blushed in humiliation that Tyrone had told Fook the story of his debasement. "You know how it?s different from your old orgasms? Well it?s just further along the spectrum when he makes me cum "It?s a little less physically intense, but it goes on forever. It?s more emotional, less physical. It?s very satisfying," explained Fook, smiling dreamily. Again Joel was shocked at how Fook seemed to love her role. He was horrified at the thought of losing his balls. "Any more questions?," asked Fook, matter of factly. Joel had a million, but stayed silent. "Then let?s get the two of you ready for your big night" Fook handed each of them a bag. "Have you had your enemas?" She asked them. Joel nodded, cleaning himself out had become a daily ritual. Trish was shocked though, and shook her head. "Go and do it then, Ty wants you clean" Trish hesitated, but realised it was hopeless. She just wanted it to be over, and left to give herself her first cleansing. When Trish left, Joel looked in his bag. He realised that the outfit inside matched Fook?s. In addition to the white bikini top, skirt, and boots, there was a pink collar, similar to Fook?s but with the words "SISSY," instead of "FUCKTOY." The last items were a pair of handcuffs, ball gag, leash and a menacing looking dental gag. Joel felt numb, he was beyond surprise though. He simply started putting the outfit on. He was practised by now. The sissy collar was the last thing Joel put on. He looked in the mirror and noticed the tip of his cage was visible under the short skirt. He adjusted it, trying to cover himself. He felt completely ashamed at the way he was being forced to look, but felt the cage tighten as he became aroused. Noticing his discomfort, and sensing his arousal, Fook Mi smiled gently at him. "It?s ok, baby, I understand." Joel felt his face redden, but appreciated her kind words. She then began his make up, and when complete, put a blonde wig on his head, and adjusted it. He looked like a streetwalker when she finished. Fook then took the handcuffs, and instructed Joel to put his hands behind his back. She cuffed him, and then made him open his mouth, and take in the ball gag. She secured it behind his head. Joel was now helpless, cuffed, gaggged, collared and caged, dressed in his humiliating uniform. Fook Mi began emptying Trish?s bag in preparation, and Joel saw that the items inside matched his, exactly, with the addition of a huge butt plug. Joel was grateful that his plug, inserted for the last six months, was only small. He remembered the large one the first night. Trish?s pink collar had "SLUT" written on it in the silver studs. Trish soon returned, having completed her enema, and blanched at items laid out. She noticed the plug and simply said "no." "Up to you, but you know what Tyrone?s like," Fook replied. Trish?s shoulders slumped in defeat, and she began putting on her outfit. When it was complete, Fook cuffed Trish, and applied makeup to match Joel?s. Pink lipstick, and heavy eye makeup. She then cuffed and gagged her. All that remained was the plug. Trish moaned into the gag and shook her head when Fook guided her to the bed. Trish was laid on her side. Fook lubed the plug and started the job of plugging Trish?s ass. Joel watched as his wife cried into the gag, as the plug was pushed into her anus. He knew what she was going through. He loved his wife, but struggled to pity her as Fook tried to insert the plug. Trish had done exactly the same thing to him that fateful night 6 months earlier. Trish?s eyes widened in shock as the head of the plug popped in. She renewed her sobbing into the gag, but Joel knew there was a long way to go. It took a long time for the plug to be worked in, and Trish was in agony. It reminded her of the night Tyrone had anally raped her. Trish continued to scream into the gag, until eventually, the widest part of the plug got past her sphincter, and the plug slipped all the way home, Trish sagged in relief, but continued to sob gently at the violation she had endured. Fook stroked Trish?s head gently, "It?s over now," she said brightly, smiling at Trish. As Trish recovered, Fook checked her phone. "Oooohh, Tyrone will be here soon" Joel and Trish both felt their stomach turn. "Soon, I?ll take you outside, and Tyrone will pick us up. He?ll drive us to a private club. There?ll be 20-30 ?guests? - most of them Alphas Tyrone knows from his time in prison, but there?ll be a few other likeminded men Tyrone has met on the outside. "This will be the 6th ?graduation party? Ty has held for couples like you. He?s mad me get all his other conquests ready for their graduation. "Once it?s over, he?ll leave you alone, and move on to find another husband and wife to do this to. "If I were you, I?d just try to get through it. It?ll be rough, but if you don?t fight it, you should get through it with no permanent damage" Joel and Trish could only listen in horror, cuffed, as their night was laid out to them. It was time, so Fook got the leashes, snapped them onto the couple?s pink collars, and helped them stand up. They struggled a little, with their hands cuffed behind their backs. Fook led them to the door. Trish and Joel knew what each other were thinking. What would happen if any of their neighbours saw them? As Fook led them on their leashes down the path from the front door of their house to the road, their fears were realised. John, one of their neighbours was watering his lawn. He turned off his hose, staring at the trio in surprise. He eyed Fook appreciatively. Then noticed how Trish and Joel were dressed. "Trish, Joel, what the fuck?" Fook handled it as best she could, she walked over to John, and winked at him, flirting, "Big fancy dress party!" John couldn?t take his eyes off Fook, clearly aroused, for the moment forgetting the leashed couple standing behind her. Joel and Trish both wanted to crawl into a hole and die, Joel felt blood rush to his face. His physical reaction to being seen by the neighbor was so strong, that he felt his palms start to sweat behind his back. Cuffed, gagged, and dressed like hookers, all the couple could do was nod at their neighbor and hope against hope he accepted the explanation. When they got to the street, Tyrone sat parked in large black SUV, looking smug. Thankfully, no other neighbours were there as witnesses. Fook opened the back door of the car, and guided the couple in. She released their leashes, buckled their seatbelts, and closed the door behind them. Fook then got into the front seat next to Ty. "Any problems?" He asked her. "No, problems Ty, they know you?re in charge, Boss" she told him in her happy, innocent, manner. Tyrone kissed Fook on the cheek, "Good girl, what would I do without you?" Fook beamed happily at the kind words from her master. Clearly it wasn?t acting. Fook had accepted her lot. She was more than happy in her role, in spite of what Tyrone had taken from her. Joel couldn?t help being fascinated. As Tyrone put the SUV in gear, Joel saw their neighbor John was till staring in confusion at them all, as they were driven away by the large black man. Joel?s stomach turned again, all he could do was close his eyes in shame, as he was driven to his fate. Tyrone drove for about 20 minutes, soon leaving the residential areas behind, and entering as industrial precinct. It was now well past dark, and the factories and workshops were locked up, dark and empty. There were very few cars parked on the road after business hours. Joel noticed a dark brick building, it stood out because of all the cars parked out front in the otherwise empty street. Tyrone parked, and Joel saw that the building had a single door, with a sign on it "Private Club - Members Only" Thankfully, there was no one around as Tyrone and Fook got out. Fook stood quietly, as Tyrone helped the restrained couple out of the SUV. Tyrone took the leashes in his large hand, and began leading the pair towards the door, with Fook following obediently. Tyrone knocked loudly on the door, and it was opened almost immediately, by a large white man. He was heavily muscled, but a little overweight, covered in tattoos. He was instantly recognisable as a biker. Music and the chatter of voices could be heard from inside with the door open. The biker grinned widely at Tyrone, and they shook hands, exchanging greetings. Tyrone led the couple past the biker into the private club. There was loud applause and cheering as they entered, along with a few appreciative whistles. The crowd inside was all male, mixed races, mainly large, hard looking men. There were a lot of tattoos. Joel put the crowd at about 25. Joel noticed a few had brought their own sissies, all feminised to some extent. The sissies stood quietly, looking scared, next to their owners. They clearly weren?t as happy as Fook in their roles. Some of the men were drinking cans of beer from a large cooler off to the side of the room. Trish and Joel noticed two padded benches in the centre of the room. There were ominous looking rings on the benches at various points, clearly to attach God knows what. The room was otherwise sparsely furnished, stools were littered about, there were bare brick walls. There was a single old leather couch against one wall. The lighting was subdued. The room had the feel of a dungeon. The front door closed behind them, and Trish and Joel felt trapped. They stood meekly cuffed and gagged, Tyrone holding their leashes casually. "Here is your entertainment for the night, boys!" he announced, to cheers from the crowd. "You know the rules. Condoms if you want to shoot inside them. Feel free to shoot on their faces though, if you want. No permanent marks. "The number one rule though, ENJOY!" Tyrone finished loudly, to more clapping and roars of approval. Tyrone led the couple to a single bench, and had them lie on their sides, face to face. He unleashed them, but produced a short chain, with clips at each end. He attached the chain to their collars, linking the pair, face to face, looking into each others eyes, still gagged. Tyrone retired to the couch, and sat down. Fook followed and sat down next to her master. The little feminised Asian beamed happily as Tyrone draped his arm over her shoulders, resting his hand on one of her artificial breasts. The crowd had performed a lottery beforehand, drawing numbers from a hat. Two large black men approached, holding their tickets marked one and two. They started arguing jovially about who would get Trish. Both seemed to want Trish first. They laughed, and settled on flipping a coin to decide. Joel and Trish could only stare into each others eyes, pawns in the twisted game. Once the toss was decided, the first two men dropped their pants. They were both already erect and well hung. Not as large as Tyrone, but substantial. They applied condoms, and lubed themselves up. The winner of the countess had decided on her pussy, the loser pulled Joel?s plug out. The two men laughed, "One, two, three," they chanted together, and then shoved themselves into the helpless couple simultaneously. Both men had used lube, and Joel had spent months being stretched. There was no real pain involved, Trish too, felt only mild discomfort, as the large black penis entered her. The pain was emotional, as each was separately violated. The first two men only cared about their own pleasure, and fucked the couple hard and fast. Joel looked into his wife?s face, as a tear rolled down her cheek in shame. Joel felt his "partner" start to quicken. He felt the cock pulling out of his ass. The black man pulled the condom off, and started jerking himself off into Joel?s face. Large spurts of semen began cascading onto his face and hair, but some missed and hit Trish. Joel closed his eyes in shame. He felt no excitement, he was limp inside his cage. Joel felt a new cock replace the first. Chained to Trish, face to face, he didn?t know who it belonged to. Joel watched as his wife was fucked, and soon her man started fuck her harder. The man decided to come inside Trish, and emptied himself into Joel?s wife, grunting in satisfaction. Joel consoled himself, grateful for the condom. The cock was withdrawn from Trish, and it?s owner pulled off the condom, deciding to empty the contents on Trish and Joel. A second man took his place behind Trish, He wasn?t interested in her pussy and he started pulling the vicious plug from her ass. Trish wailed into her gag, and shook her head in protest, but this only excited the man more. She actually tried to clench her anus to keep the plug in, she didn?t want to be taken anally by an anonymous stranger. Clenching only hurt more. She was forced to relax, and with a final tug, the plug popped out, and Trish slumped in equal parts relief and defeat. "Awww, look, she?s gaped" said the man, "this won?t be a challenge at all. He pulled on a condom, lubed up, and slid into Trish. After the plug, the entry hardly hurt, and she lay there limply as the man had his way with her ass. It went on like that for what seemed forever, stranger after stranger, of all shapes and sizes fucked the couple. Some pulled out and finished on their faces, others came inside them, wearing condoms. The couple, still chained together, face to face, stared at each other as the ordeal wore on. On the fourth cock in his ass, the relentless pressure on Joel?s prostate started to have an effect, and involuntarily he started grinding back against the man fucking him. A few of the crowd noticed, and started laughing. Joel closed his eye in shame, but continued to meet the stranger?s thrusts. Trish was grateful that only one man had chosen to fuck her ass, and soon after Joel, the constant fucking she was receiving started to arouse her too. Trish found herself climaxing, against her will. Her orgasms brought more cheers from the crowd. "What a pair, Tyrone. They can?t get enough!" Called out someone in the audience. Tyrone decided it was time to change things up, He walked to the bench, and unclipped the chain from their collars, separating the couple. He picked up Trish easily. The large black man fucking her protested, his pleasure interrupted. Tyrone told him not to worry, he?d be inside her again in a minute. Tyrone carried Trish to the second bench, and lay her on her back. He uncuffed her, then shackled her arms to two of the rings at the top of the bed, leaving Trish spreadeagled on her back. Tyrone pulled her up the bench, so her head was off the bench, laying back. He removed her ballgag, took one of the dental gags, and told her to open up. Trish simply complied, she just wanted the nightmare over as soon as possible, and all resistance so far had been futile. Tyrone inserted the gag, and ratcheted it, forcing Trish?s mouth wide open. He continued ratcheting the gag until Trish?s jaw ached. "There ya go boys, another hole." More cheers erupted from the crowd. Soon Trish had a man at both ends. Her mouth forced open, her head hanging back, she could do nothing to prevent a newcomer sliding his cock down her throat. Joel could hear gagging and choking sounds coming from his wife, as he watched her get spit roasted. "Auk..auk..auk" was the only sound Trish could make as a large cock slid in and out of her defenceless throat. "The sissy has a pierced tongue," Tyrone explained to the crowd, it?ll be better if we don?t have to gag him. Tyrone rolled Joel onto his back, and cuffed him to the corners of the bench. He positioned Joel in the same way he had Trish, Joel?s head hung back off the edge, to allow easy access to his mouth, allowing the men to stand and fuck his throat. "Be good, and we won?t have to use this," Tyrone waived the spare dental gag in front of Joel. Tyrone removed Joel?s ball gag. "Understand?" he asked the abused, feminized male. "Yes," said Joel, forgetting in his distress. Tyrone slapped his face hard, and looked at Joel with a raised eyebrow. Shocked at the slap, Joel understood his mistake. "Yes Daddy," he said more loudly. There were snickers from the crowd. A new man stood before Joel?s face. He appeared upside down to Joel, lying on his back, his head leaning backwards over the edge of the bench. The newcomer was smaller than most of the other men, but had wiry, hard muscles. He cock was surprisingly large though, and looked even larger in proportion to his smaller frame. "Open up, sweetheart," he instructed Joel, and Joel did so without question. The small man thrust his sheathed, hard penis down Joel?s throat. Joel coughed, gagged and drooled as his wife had at the invasion. Joel, however, had become accustomed to deepthroating Tyrone, and soon managed to suppress his gag reflex. Regardless, Joel too made helpless sounds "guhg...guhhhg...guhg," as he took the cock in his throat. Joel couldn?t prevent his eyes watering, and his make up started to run. Joel and Trish were double teamed together for what seemed like an eternity. There were always four rapists, one at each end of them both. As one man finished, another would take his place. Joel had expected to use his tongue stud, but none of the men seemed interested, they all seemed to want to just shove their cocks straight down Joel?s defenceless throat. Members of the audience laughed when a particularly large cock would cause Joel?s throat to visibly bulge. Some of the men were gentle, some rough. Some took pleasure at choking the pair, leaving their cocks buried in the couple?s throats, their balls hanging in front of their eyes. Joel?s vision blurred from lack of oxygen sometimes when this was done, and Trish nearly passed out for the same reason, twice. Joel?s ass was never empty, it constantly had a large cock sawing in and out as he was throat tucked. It was the same for Trish, in fact worse. A couple of times, a man would slide underneath her, and enter her ass. Another would fuck her pussy, as a third took her in the mouth. Trish could do nothing, her three orifices full. It was horribly messy, but occasionally Fook would take a wet washcloth, and wipe the drool, mucus and cum from their faces, and attempts to clear it from their nostrils so they could breathe. Trish and Joel appreciated the small kindness. Finally, there was no one left waiting. The last four men were taking their turn. A few in the crowd asked for sloppy seconds, but Tyrone laughed, "Come on guys, last time we allowed that, we were here until sunrise, use some of the other sissies if you want" Joel watched as one of the other sissies, who?d escaped unscathed so far, was grabbed from behind, squealing. Eventually, Trish lay alone, and Joel was left with a single huge, white biker fucking him in the ass. The biker was drawing it out, fucking Joel slowly, almost tenderly. Joel had been cleaned up, and to Joel?s surprise, the biker leaned in, and started French kissing him. Joel was disgusted, but hadn?t had release all night. He?d been close a few times, but hadn?t got off. Joel started to respond to the biker, he couldn?t help it, even in his disgust. He felt his cage tighten, and felt the familiar feeling of an impending sissygasm start to build. The crowd was surprisingly quiet, watching Joel start to thrust against the biker, seeking release. Trish watched Joel in a mixture of disdain and sorrow, as Joel started to thrash under the larger man, moaning while being kissed. It turned out that it was a game to the biker, and just as Joel approached his climax, the Biker stopped kissing him and withdrew. The biker pulled off his condom, and jerked off into Joel?s face. Joel could only moan in frustration and disappointment, and the crowd laughed at him loudly. Joel lay there, as Fook cleaned the last of the cum from his face, still frustrated, his cage tightly constricting his cock. "Night?s nearly over," said Tyrone, "but I haven?t had my turn yet. I can fuck you, sissy, and let your wife watch, or I can take your cage off and let you fuck little Fook here, while I fuck your wife in the ass." Fook looked at Joel, smiling shyly. Joel had been besotted with the little castrated Asian since he first saw her, standing in his door. The thought of having his cage taken off, and being allowed to fuck the nuetered sissy was almost irresistible, but Joel didn?t want to see Tyrone destroy his wife?s ass again, he loved her, and wanted to spare her the ordeal. Trish looked at Joel. She knew what he?d been through because of her, and felt incredibly guilty. Joel had been caged and plugged for 6 months, regularly feminised and fucked by her former lover. He?d been pierced, and had humiliating tattoos permanently mark him. Trish wanted to do what she could to make amends. Before Joel could ask, she simply said, "I?ll be ok, go ahead, babe" Joel mouthed "thanks" to her silently, and Fook squealed with delight. Tyrone produced the key, and unlocked the padlock on Joel?s cage. He then undid the shackles on Joel?s wrists. Joel looked at Tyrone, and asked, "Can I take it off please daddy?" Tyrone nodded his assent. "No need to call me daddy now, be a man for Fook." Joel pulled off the cage, and was shocked at the feeling as his penis sprang free. It immediately started to become erect, but after 6 months inside the cage, bent down, it was actually painful for Joel as his cock finally straightened. Joel moaned in a mixture of pain and relief. The pain didn?t last long, the feeling of an unrestrained hard-on was bliss. Fook removed her skirt and bikini top, leaving her boots on. The crowd roared as her limp cock, bell attached, was exposed. Fook clambered, naked, onto Joel, straddling him. Joel grabbed her ass, his hands finally free. She leant forwarded and skilfully kissed him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. She broke the kiss, and put her mouth to his ear, and whispered, "You want me on top?" Joel simply nodded, unable to speak with excitement. He was desperate to be inside her. Fook reached around, and grabbed his hard-on, to guide it into her ass. What happened next was completely predictable. Joel had been caged for half a year, his cock hadn?t been touched the whole time. He?d only had release from Tyrone fucking his ass, stimulating his prostate, and the occasional use of the vibrator on his cage. For hours, he?d been fucked by strange men, without release. He was besotted with Fook. The little castrated sissy with the smooth, tan skin, large fake breasts, and sweet, enthusiastic nature, excited him beyond measure. It was only minutes since the biker had brought him to the edge, only to leave him hanging. As Fook kissed him, and grasped his finally freed cock, erect for the first time in months, it happened almost instantly. Joel was reminded of the night he lost his virginity. He?d been over excited, and had cum on the girls stomach, before entering her. He still remembered the humiliation, as his high school sweetheart had laughed at him. It was the same now. Joel?s orgasm came quickly, before his cock had even touched Fook?s anus. Joel moaned in frustration, as his cock twitched, sending spurt after spurt onto Fook?s back. The orgasm was intense, but obviously unsatisfying. The crowd laughed and jeered at Joel. "What a fucking loser, the fag couldn?t even get it inside her without shooting his load," commented one, to more peels of laughter. Joel blushed in shame, "Looks like your wife is gonna take it in the ass for nothing," Tyrone was clearly delighted at Joel?s abject failure as a man. Fook, as always, seemed to know how to handle it. She continued to straddle Joel. "It?s ok baby, I understand. We?ve got plenty of time, don?t worry. We?ll get there," said the femboy sweetly. Joel felt a wave of gratitude at her kind words. Tyrone didn?t look happy as he watched his personal sissy comfort Joel. He was a bully and a sadist, he enjoyed humiliating his conquests, hurting them, and Fook kissing Joel sweetly grated on him. Tyrone decided to turn his attention to Trish. "Here it comes, whore," he told her. Trish had seen Joel?s predicament. For six months, Tyrone had debased the couple, making them do unspeakable things. Trish felt her fear and shame turn to anger. She had a moment of clarity, and suddenly knew how to lessen the bully?s pleasure and power. No matter how much it hurt, she wouldn?t give him the pleasure of responding. Ty did his one shove thing, pushing his cock in to the hilt in one motion Trish was delighted that after the plug, and being fucked in the ass by members of the crowd for hours, there was no pain as Tyrone slid into her anus. Part of her was worried that her rectum had been permanently stretched. She hoped there was no lasting damage. She pushed the worry aside, and enjoyed the fact that she felt no pain, she only felt full. Trish kept her face slack, expressionless, as Tyrone sodomised her. Tyrone was clearly surprised at her lack of distress. "How?s that feel, slut?," he asked her. Trish knew the rules of the game, "It?s fine, Daddy, do whatever turns you on" she responded flatly. She?d used the title Tyrone required, but shown zero emotion. Tyrone was again disappointed, Tyrone wasn?t getting the reaction he?d expected. On the bed nearby, Fook continued to kiss Joel, rubbing her breasts against him. With Fook?s skilful encouragement, Joel felt his cock start to rise. Six months of pent up frustration, that had made him ejaculate so quickly earlier, also served to quicken his recovery. The castrated, feminized boy, reached back again, and smiled happily when she found Joel?s member hardening. Again, Fook seemed to know exactly what to say. She leant forward, and whispered in his ear. "See, baby, I told you not to worry," she encouraged him, before resuming her kissing. Joel was soon fully erect, and Fook grasped him again, and guided his cock to her anus. Fook slid effortlessly onto Joel?s cock, engulfing him. She sighed in pleasure as she took Joel inside her. "Mmmmm, it feels so good, baby," she moaned into his ear. "It?s perfect, it doesn?t hurt like Tyrone?s. It?s turning me on." Joel noticed that Fook?s small cock had become slightly engorged. It wasn?t fully erect, Joel didn?t know if it could ever get fully hard, after the castration. The bell attached to Fook?s cock continued to gently jangle as she rode Joel. Joel noticed a thin string, of clear precum, leaking from Fook?s semi hard cock. Joel?s chest swelled with pride, as he realised Fook was genuinely excited, it wasn?t all an act for his benefit. He?d been feminised, sodomised, and sucked string of cocks that night, but in spite of this, felt a small amount of male pride at Fook?s reaction to him. The mood of the crowd had changed, they were beginning to root for the pair. Fook?s moans intensified, her excitement increasing, riding Joel harder. Her little cock began to twitch, and a small amount of clear cum spurted out. Seeing this pushed Joel over the edge, and he started to cum himself. The crowd cheered loudly as Fook spurted, and Joel emptied himself into her. It took a long time for Fook to come down, she continued to ride Joel?s softening cock, moaning in pleasure. A few in the crowd applauded, cheering the couple on. Tyrone was very unhappy at the turn of events. His personal sissy had come, riding Joel?s cock, and the crowd had loved it. Trish continued to lie passively, expressionless beneath him, silent as Tyrone fucked her ass. Somehow, the trio had turned the tables, regaining their dignity in spite of their situation Tyrone felt his excitement wane, and his erection started to deflate slightly. Realising that he wouldn?t be able to finish, and seeking to avoid his own embarrassment in front of the crowd, He quickened his thrusts, and roared loudly, pretending to cum inside Trish. Trish sensed that it was an act, and was overjoyed, feeling victorious. Tyrone quickly withdrew. Trish pushed her luck, and feigned a yawn. "Thanks daddy, that was very nice," she said, and Tyrone sensed her sarcasm. The crowd instinctively sensed the changed dynamic. Tyrone announced that the party was over, and the participants started to disperse, chatting happily about the night?s activities. Some of the crowd remained, fucking the other sissies the crowd had brought, or waiting their turn. Fook lay on Joel, smiling contentedly, his soft cock still inside her. Tyrone snapped "Let?s go," and headed for the door. Fook climbed off Joel, his cock sliding out of her. Joel and Trish awkwardly stood up. Trish and Joel smiled secretly at each other as they followed Tyrone to the car, sensing their accomplishment. Fook was oblivious, smiling innocently, as she too followed. Joel was amazed at her constant sunny disposition. The four of them reached the SUV. Tyrone got behind the wheel, and Fook got into the passenger seat, Trish and Joel got the back. Tyrone started the car, and started driving them home in silent fury. The married couple sat in the back, smiling happily, their ordeal was finally over. No one said a word on the entire drive. Tyrone stopped the car in front of their house, Tyrone simply said "get out." As the couple climbed out happily, Tyrone turned to Fook, "You too, cunt, I?m done with you," he said petulantly. Fook was shocked, and tears started to well in her eyes, "But where will I go?" "That?s your problem" Trish decided that she wouldn?t give Tyrone the satisfaction. "Come on Fook, you can stay with us, we?ve got a spare room" "Really?" asked Fook, relieved. "No problem at all," Trish answered. "Thanks!" beamed Fook as she bounced out of the car, her distress vanishing. Joel was secretly thrilled at this turn of events, he was still obsessed with Fook. The three started walking up the path to the front door, as Tyrone drove off in a huff. Joel was ecstatic, it was over. It was late, and Joel saw John, the neighbour from earlier in the night, taking out the garbage, dressed in pyjamas. Joel?s ecstasy turned to horror, he was no longer plugged and caged, but was still dressed in a bikini top, skirt, wig, and high heeled boots. John smiled cruelly, looking at Joel. "How was your ?party??," he asked, a mocking tone in his voice. Joel was mortified, but once again, Fook knew how to handle it. She?d straightened herself up on the drive home, and somehow managed to look fresh and sexy, regardless of the earlier activities. John only saw a sexy, scantily clad Japanese girl, he didn?t know it was in fact a castrated, feminised man he was looking at. Fook approached him and and whispered "It was a sex party, Joel fucked me in the ass, it was sooooo good. I couldn?t?t help help cumming with his cock in my ass." John was shocked, but the sexy girl in front of him was having an effect. Dressed only in pyjama shorts, John started getting a visible erection. John awkwardly put his hand to his crotch, trying to mask his excitement . Joel?s heart soared, and he decided to press his advantage. He pointed at his wig, acknowledging his attire, "What can I say, they?re into some kinky shit," he told John, owning his female costume. John actually looked jealous as the trio walked to the front door. In their matching outfits. The next three or four months went much better than expected, as the trio tried to find a new equilibrium. Fook was grateful to have a place to call home, and a room of her own. She was happy to discard the mocking name Tyrone had bestowed upon her, and asked the couple to call her Miko. Miko kept the house spotless, and cooked most nights to thank the couple for the arrangement. After losing her balls, Miko was naturally gentle and passive, but retained her happy optimism. She her piercing and bell removed, and started tattoo removal, happy that she could remove the humiliating messages that Tyrone had marked her with. Joel removed his tongue piercing. Trish and Joel also began the process of tattoo removal. Joel and Trish slept in their marital bed together every night, and made love as husband and wife regularly. Trish struggled to see Joel as a man?s man after watching Joel squirt as Tyrone fucked him, but she realised it was her own doing, and after the treatment she?d received, felt like she was done with aggressive, Alpha males anyway. Trish would feel jealous when she would find Miko giving Joel a blow job, or see Joel fucking the little Japanese femboy. She realised that it was her fault though, and didn?t complain. It was impossible to get angry at sweet little Miko, anyway. Joel was still obsessed with Miko, and would fuck her whenever he could. Miko was happy to passively service Joel, simply enjoying the physical contact. Most times Miko was unable to get excited due to her castration. Sometimes, like their first time, Miko?s cock would harden slightly, and she?d leak, and have one of her gentle, satisfying orgasms. Very occasionally, when the sex was particularly romantic, Miko would achieve a full erection. Joel loved it when this happened. Miko would jerk off desperately, as Joel fucked her on these occasions. She would moan, and shake, and would ejaculate violently, achieving what was close to a normal male orgasm, in spite of her castration. Joel would feel masculine and powerful after these rare occurrences. The three of them would often go out to eat together. Men would look at Joel jealously, as he sat with the two attractive, asian ladies. Miko and Joel both thrived on the attention, but Trish would find herself a little uncomfortable. To assuage her jealousy, Trish would have Miko service her orally, or fuck her with a strap on. Miko was happy with either. Joel would watch in excitement as his two girls went at it. Occasionally, the three would have a threesome, when Trish was in the mood. Joel loved the sex, Miko enjoyed pleasing the couple, and even Trish enjoyed it when in the right state of mind. Some nights, after a hard day, or when she felt particularly jealous, she?d say to Joel, "Get yourself ready, Slut" Joel loved these nights, but didn?t admit it to Trish. He?d shave himself, apply makeup, don lingerie, and assume the feminine role. Trish would fuck him hard, sometimes humiliating him, asking if he missed real cock. Joel loved it, and would have a prostate orgasm impaled on her large strap on. Most nights however, the strange trio would simply eat together, chatting happily, or watch Netflix side by side on the couch. Each of them had been permanently altered by the ordeal with Tyrone, but had managed to find peace in their own way.