Naked and hung like a mule the big man stands before petrified sissy bitch and methodically slaps her back and forth. Big hands slapping lightly; left and right. Tossing the fagots' face back and forth. Sending it's tears across the room and causing it to sob. To shriek. To whimper and yelp through the gag.

"You gonna be my bitch fagot?" slap "You gonna do what you're told?" Slap, slap... "Gonna suck my dick whore" slap "Ain't no never mind about that!" Slap....

Jolted again and again by the easy strength of the big hands the world caves in on the poor doomed trannie. The horrific reality, the pain; the fear! The deep burning in its' crotch and the dread image of his precious balls; cut off and whithering, while the big black orbs of its' tormentor hang proudly in its' face! While the heavy meat of his cock lengthens and spreads in its' face!

"Please! Please! PLEASE! No! Please don't let this be happening!"

Strong hands undo the ropes and the trannie is free from the chair, still cuffed, still gagged.

"You wanna suck my cock fagot? Show me how much you want to suck it. Show me!" and just the threat of a blow sends the fagot to its' knees in weeping supplication.

Only he's not a fagot is he? Is he? He's a family man with a wife to go home to. A wife! To explain to!

Down on its' knees in a hotel room, gagged lips pressed to the flesh of a big hard cock the sissy hatches itself a bit of hope. If it worshiped a little the man would untie the gag. He would have to for a blow job! It'd be able to explain! To beg! The man would cut the band off. It will hurt but it won't be too late! "Please don't let it be too late!"

Willing bound lips desperately nibble at the big mans' cock. Tears of the fagot in waiting glisten on the tip of his swollen shaft. Worshipful mumblings escape the gag. Humbly through its' fear the tortured eyes of the sissy beg the stud for his cock.

"You want it bad don't Ya bitch!"

The fagot nods.

The gag comes out.

The family man explains and begs.