Chinese Extremes Part 2

Getting it on was a struggle even for the well-trained guards and when they were finished, Phil took small shallow breaths. It extended from his nipples to his hips and as he briefly caught his own reflection in a pane of glass, he was amazed at how much his narrower his waist had become. Even with his well-developed muscles, his short hair, square jaw and muscular chest, together with the six-inch heels it made him look surprisingly feminine.

The guards seemed to like the transformation too, because they now launched into a new round of fucking, again and again fucking his ass and face, but never touching his increasingly needy cock. In the end he was crying and pleading them to touch his cock, but all his begging got him was slaps and laughter. When they were through with him he lay on the floor in a pool of cum leaking out of his ass and mouth, sobbing with need.

That is how Master found him, lying in a puddle of jism, his cock painfully erect. The moment Phil saw Master he tried to get to his knees, but failed miserably, so he lay prone in front of The General as he stood over him: "You really are a useless slut. My men tell me that you are a terrible fuck, hardly worth sticking your cock into. Well, we'll do something about that very soon, I promise you that." With that Master grabbed Phil by the hair and pulled him to his knees. He looked down at Phil upturned face and said: "The blowjob you are about to give me had better be fantastic." Then he took out his cock and put it in front of Phil's face. Phil knew what he must do and there was no hesitation as he took Master in his mouth. He would have loved to be able to wrap his lips around Master's magnificent member, but the ring-gag prevented that, so he had to settle for using his tongue. Phil was hopeless, but he tried very hard. After a few minutes of enthusiastic but inept sucking, Master took matters him his own hands, grabbed the back of Phil's head and fucked his face furiously, repeatedly forcing Phil to deepthroat him.