Lockdown! 30

10.25 PM

Slightly worried, Kamsi searched his vicinity for any signs of Lizzy. One minute she had been dancing the night away in front of him, the next, she had vanished.

“Is something wrong, Baby?” Lorenzo asked, leaning in so his voice could be heard over the music.

The sensation of the Italian man’s coarse stubble brushing against his smooth, lasered cheek was a strange one for Kamsi. It brought back a memory of a time when their roles were reversed. A time when he was the alpha male, flirting and rubbing his hairy body up against a scantily clad girl in the hope of taking her home for a night of passionate sex.

“Karmen?” Lorenzo said, gently running his palms down Kamsi’s bare shoulders while looking deep into his eyes.

“I’m fine,” Kamsi shouted over the music as his nostrils filled with the scent of Lorenzo’s potent aftershave. “Really, I’m fine. I'm just worried about Lizzy. Have you seen her?”

Lifting himself onto his tiptoes, Lorenzo peered around the room like some kind of Italian Meercat. “She is dancing with a group of women just over there,” he said, pointing.

“Oh, ok,” Kamsi replied with a nervous smile. “As long as she’s ok.”

“She’s having fun,” Lorenzo asserted as he stepped in closer. “Now dance with me, baby. Show me those sexy dance moves of yours.”

With Lorenzo's strong hands gripping his waist, Kamsi started to gently sway back and forth on his heels. Closing his dramatic-looking eyes, he once again let his instincts take over, quieting the voice in his head, telling him to stop. It was too late to stop. He didn’t want to stop!

Squealing as Lorenzo’s hands slipped down and gave his bum a hefty squeeze. Kamsi threw his arms around the Italian man’s neck before grinding his slim feminine body down his muscular frame. He was completely lost in the moment until suddenly, he found himself tossed through the air like a rag doll.

At the mercy of Lorenzo, Kamsi panicked before finding himself balancing perilously on the tips of his stiletto boots as Lorenzo supported the rest of his weight. He knew what was coming as the dark-haired man leaned in, and even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t have stopped it.

Closing his eyes, Kamsi puckered up to accept the kiss. And as their lips touched, a tingly electric feeling, like nothing he'd felt before, pulsed through his limp body. The kiss felt different from previous ones and not just physically. As strange as it felt to have his plump, rubbery lips assaulted as his soft skin rubbed up against a rough stubbly face. The biggest difference was just how vulnerable he felt. It was like he was giving himself to this man, surrendering to his advances, and saying you’ve won.

Coming up for air, A slightly out of breath Lorenzo peered down into the alluring eyes of his crossdressed companion and smiled. “How about we get out of here?” He announced confidently.

Back on his throbbing feet, Kamsi nodded as he delicately weaved his long dagger-like nails into Lorenzo’s palm. He had run out of reasons to resist him. It was time to give in and accept what he’d tried to deny for so long.

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10.35 PM

Looking around the bedroom that was to be his new home once the wedding had taken place, Paul felt a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension. Bowing his head in shame, a mass of long blonde hairs spilled over the mortified man's shoulders, covering most of his painted face and congregating around his large breasts, imprisoned within a silky red bra.

Wishing he could put back on the dress he had complained about for most of the day, Paul gazed down at the rest of the lingerie set adorning his body and scoffed. A matching pair of thong panties dug deep into his butthole, while a pair of sheer stay-up stockings clung to his compressed thighs.

“Umm, very nice,” Gwen commented, licking her lips as she stepped into the bedroom completely naked.

Paul kept his pretty pink lips firmly shut, wanting the evening's events to be over as quickly as possible. So instead of trying to escape or telling Gwen how much he despised her, Paul just stood there, pushing his towering platform pumps down into the carpeted floor below in an attempt to stop his nylon encased knees from knocking together.

“Go and lie on the bed, Penny,” Gwen commanded forcefully. “Mama’s going to make you feel good before you put that sexy tongue of yours to use.

Doing as he was told, Paul shuffled over towards the bed, his legs feeling ten times heavier than usual and fighting the urge to vomit. He knew it wasn’t going to be the first, or last time, he let his future wife have her way with his feminised body. He just hoped tonight would be quicker than the marathon session of three nights ago.

Flattening down his hair, Paul lay back on a pillow before looking up. In his mind, the strange dark stain on the ceiling looked more like a dragon than a butterfly that night. 

“Oh, what I’d give to have fiery dragon breath right now,” he thought to himself, feeling Gwen’s icy cold fingers ascending his inner thigh, edging ever closer towards their target, his lacy red panties.

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