How long had it been since the fool had slipped into the bathroom alone and squeezed his own lovely plump balls into the jaws of the bander? How long since his inexorable castration had begun? Half an hour? More?

How long since he'd sat there punk stupid while a complete stranger tied him to the chair? While a streetwalker in need of drugs had cuffed his hands behind his back and gagged him before he could tell? Before he could gasp out the truth of his peril! The extent of his madness and need!?

She'd left him with a smile on her lips; unknowing, uncaring. How long ago? An hour? Has it been an hour?

How long is too long? When does it get to be too late?

"Too late?!!! Please God! Don't let it be too late! Please let her come back soon! Let her come back now!"

He prays and struggles. Curses himself and cries. Cries like the sissy that he's always secretly been. Cries in anguished frustration, mocked by the full length mirror. Mocked by the reflection of helpless sissy loser.

"You did this LOSER!" the mirror shrieks "You put the band on yourself and you payed to be tied up! You idiot! You freak!"

He was a freak. Of course he was. Grown man dressed in lingerie. Married family man far from home, in secret; letting this happen! How could he! How could he have been so stupid? So taken over by this fetish? He was a freak. But nothing like the freak he'd be very soon if he didn't get that band off.

Finally the key in the lock and the door opens. Suddenly hope and new efforts. Writhing, spasming struggles and thrusting of pantie covered loins begging salvation! Hysterical gagged sobs cut short by the sound of voices!

Two voices! Dear God! Two voices and one of them deep. Very deep. And big and very male.

"High sweetheart! You miss me?" says she.

"Who the fuck is...What is....That?" says he.

"Just some kinky old fuck likes to be tied up Hon. I'm giving him more then he paid for so we can use the room. You don't mind? Do you sweetheart?" she breathes into the captives ear. "You like being tied up."

New struggles! Twisting, sobbing, screaming through the gag! Thrusting upward against the ropes. Hopelessly trying to get her to pull down his panties! To see what was happening to him! To save him!???

All the while a huge and heavily muscled black man stares at him from across the room with the look of the Devil in his eye.

"Do you know who he is?" said the deep black voice "Is he anybody?"

"Trust me." said the girl "He's nothing and nobody."

"Just a big sissy! Aren't ya!" and she slaps it's face "Just wants to wear its mom's undies and maybe pretend she's a whore."

"You a whore?" says the deep voice as the big man stalks across the floor and looks down into the horrified, terrified eye's of the captive "You a whore? Freak!

Bending down to it's face and pulling its hair "Whores ain't worth much, but I like 'em. You some kind of whore? Bitch!"

"He's a costumer! So leave him!" says the girl "Come on now anyway. I'm getting shaky..."

Two voices in the bathroom, water running, sounds of the girl, voice shrill with ecstasy, then a slumping, bumping sound. A soft moan and the big man was there in the room with the girl out cold in his arms.

"She's just had a bit too much that's all." he says "She'll come around in awhile."

He puts her gently down on one of the beds and lays her so it's easy for her to breath then turns to the captive. Smiling. Stripping. Tossing his clothes on the floor.

"Who's the whore now baby?....Now who's my whore?"