Chapter 23

The upstairs audience was taking it all in. When the trio downstairs had moved out to the bathroom, Louise asked, "Is the bathroom covered?"

"No," Toby replied.

"He isn't gonna do it in there, is he?" Louise worried.

"No, he won't," Toby replied. "He'll use the pillory -- that's the way to go."

"He'd better."

Toby was confident, but relieved when the trio returned relatively quickly. The action at the pillory pleased pretty much everyone -- Hank because Fernando was getting rough treatment, Lon for entertainment, and Louise because Fred was being recorded in an assault. She circled around the couch and plopped on it between the two boys and immediately reached out and started rubbing crotches -- which got her looks from BOTH of them as they each had their own young stuff in-house. "Jeez, you two are spoiled!" Louise groused, "Can't an old woman have ANY fun? I thought you owned those two -- you're acting like THEY own YOU!"

This reasoning worked for Lon, at least; he settled back and said, "Go for it." Hank was a lot less comfortable. "Her mama's here, and she wouldn't understand..."

Louise nodded. "True enough. I guess I can settle for just one..."

"Easier to pay attention to one, anyway," Lon chuckled.

"Yeah... Help me take my top off? My titties are no match for Sally's, but..."

"They're still fun for both of us," Lon finished, pulling her scrub top over her head. Hank undid her bra -- he was closest to the clasp -- but after that, he stayed out of it.

"I have to go, guys -- Bobby needs picking up. Everything okay?" Toby asked.

"Yeah, fine. We've got it," Lon waved, then dropped his hand onto Louise's bony back. Toby headed out.

Downstairs, Fred gave Fernando a couple of light slaps to the face -- just enough to get his attention. "Hey, Pussy Boy -- time to go to work!"

"I'm sorry?" Fernando blinked, confused. How could he possibly work?

"Not as sorry as you're gonna be," Fred chuckled. He waggled his erection -- which was running seventy or eighty percent online, "Meet Mr. Meat! You and him are gonna get real close!"

"Wh -- what?" Fernando gazed at Fred's cock in horror -- which improved it's firmness. Surely he didn't mean to...

"You got bad ears?" Fred asked. "I said..." He started slapping Fernando's cheeks with his hardening erection. "Meet Mr. Meat! If you don't know how to already -- and I ain't at all sure, one way or the other -- you're gonna learn to suck dick on Mr. Meat, here..."

"S -- suck..." Fernando muttered, dazed.

"I think he's got a lisp," Fred chuckled. "Ready?" He backed off just far enough so that Fernando could see his cock if his eyes crossed.

"N -- No! I don't suck..." Fernando began, sputtering.

"Maybe you DIDN'T, Pussy Boy -- but you do now!" Fred rumbled. "Open up!"

"No!" Fernando closed his mouth and looked as stubborn as he could manage.

Candace circled around to where Fernando could see her. "I suggest you cooperate and get on with your lessons, Pussy Boy." She brandished a rubber band and a scalpel and a couple of clamps. "You see, whether you leave here with your balls intact -- or even with a dick -- depends upon how well you do in your lessons! Now, unless you plan to pee sitting down for the rest of your life, I suggest that you open up -- and that you don't EVEN let my friend here feel your teeth!" With that, she circled around behind him and tried to reach between his thick thighs for his balls.

Fernando put his feet together -- but even he knew that it wouldn't stop Candace. She merely squatted and reached up under his belly for his genitals. There was no defensive move available; she got a mixed handful and squeezed. "Open your legs!"

Fernando let go a falsetto howl and tried to shake her loose by lifting a knee, but Candace just squeezed harder. "Need any help?" Fred asked.

"No. I'm enjoying myself," Candace grinned. "Spread your legs!" she barked at Fernando. Fernando didn't really have any choice; he spread his legs. Candace got up and put a foot between his as he danced in pain. "Settle down!" she barked, swatting him on the ass. Tears rolling, Fernando tried to get himself under control.

Once he'd stopped moving, Candace reached in and gently grasped his scrotum. "For the rest of your life, somebody is going to have you by these," she murmured. "Get used to it. Your time at the top of the totem pole is over." She doubled up the rubber band and pulled it over a hand, then grasped his balls and worked the band back up and over the base of his scrotum. "You need to do a good job for my friend here -- if you don't, you might lose your family jewels to lack of circulation -- understand?" The band wasn't THAT tight, probably -- but Fernando didn't know that. "Remember that I've got knives and stuff back here with me -- if you do anything stupid, you won't HAVE a dick..." She reached out and started fondling Fernando's cock; stupid piece of flesh that it was, it actually started to grow!

After a moment, Fernando, whose entire attention had been captured by Candace's activity at his crotch, got a wet reminder of the fact that he had another issue to deal with; Fred poked him in the face with his erect cock. Gathering himself, he croaked, "What do you want me to do?"

"You know what I want," Fred rasped, "don't act stupid. You're gonna suck my big black dick -- and you're gonna drink my jizz like it's the tastiest thing you ever had! THAT's what I want!"

"I... can't..."

"Can't and won't is two different things -- and you WILL..." Fred retorted. Candace took this as a cue and squeezed Fernando's nuts and Fernando opened his mouth to howl -- and Fred stuck his cock in it! "Don't you fuck up!" Fred warned Fernando, "You KNOW what'll happen to your balls!"

"GNOOO!" Fernando wailed -- but it was around Fred's cock that he did it. The humiliation! The embarrassment! The shame! Fernando would have collapsed if he could move -- the whole thing was too much to bear!

But he couldn't move -- he couldn't do much of anything but suck the huge dick lodged in his mouth. It was... imposing too -- probably three inches longer than Fernando's... (Actually, it wasn't porn movie material, but it was in the seven inch range, which is above average.) Fernando had no idea what he was going to do with the thing.

Fred gave him a few seconds, then started moving. "You suck at cock sucking, Pussy Boy," he rumbled. "You better get better quick, because that rubber band on your nuts is gonna make 'em worthless. Put some lip and some tongue on it or I'm gonna stick it down your throat to get mine!"

Fernando did as he was told; the dual threat of emasculation and being choked led him to clamp his lips around Fred's shank almost without thinking about it. After that, there was little use in denial; Fernando's pride went out the window, propelled by Fred's sounds of pleasure, backhanded compliments and suggestions for improvement: "Yeah, that's it! Clamp down them lips when it comes out -- yeah, like that! Run your tongue behind the head at the bottom -- don't tell me you don't know what feels good, you probably spend half your life jacking off that tiny fucking thing YOU got..."

Candace giggled. "Hell, he's running maybe a whole five inches, hard!"

"You hard, Pussy Boy?" Fred taunted. "You must be enjoyin' yourself, huh? I knew you'd like sucking dick once you got goin' good! Wait'll I give you some cum to swallow!"

It just seemed to get worse and worse... Fernando WAS hard -- but that was the woman's doing, wasn't it? Or was it? If this thing he was doing was so awful, why wasn't his manhood limp in her hands? Manhood... The term was ironic -- did he have any manhood left? Could he actually do anything more demeaning than what he was? This was the depths of depravity -- he was falling into a bottomless pit of sin and despair. And the worst thing about it was that even while he shuddered in horror at the thing he was being made to do, his lips and tongue bathed the hot, hard flesh of the monster in saliva, licking and sucking and rubbing it, bringing it pleasure. No, worst was the fact that his own manhood was stiff and sensitive in the knowing hands of the woman, giving off waves of pleasure to match that of the man raping his mouth...

The man subsided, contenting himself with grunts and groans of pleasure, pushing the bulbous head of his cock past Fernando's lips again and again, sliding deep enough into his mouth to make him begin to gag while his head was held steady. That was a relief, not hearing the man's taunts -- but it was short-lived; after a few seconds of relative quiet, the woman started up, "You love this, don't you? Your cock is as hard as stone! Don't you just love sucking that big, black cock -- feeling it slide in and out from between your lips, all hot and hard? Sure you do! Your little dick doesn't lie -- it LOVES this! You're probably gonna cum when he does! Suck it, now -- get it all! Make him shoot all that baby juice he's got stored up down your throat so you can taste it!"

'God forgive me...' Fernando realized that he was listening to the woman's litany and acting on it! The pleasure her hands brought his manhood seduced him into working harder and harder to bring the man pleasure -- as if his lips were pleasuring his own manhood! It was probably all for the better, if it sped the man to his climax -- but the humiliation...

Candace started running a fingernail up and down along Fernando's perineum from the base of his blood-darkened scrotum to the crinkled ring of his anus, circling it, and returning to his scrotum -- which was swollen and incredibly sensitive. It was distracting -- and pleasing; Fernando's glans swelled and his shaft lengthened until it cleared the ring of his foreskin for the first time in years! Fernando became aware that an orgasm was imminent -- and the shame and embarrassment somehow added spice to the cocktail!

Fred beat him to it, though. "Awright, here it comes! You swallow every drop, Pussy Boy, or I'll squeeze your nuts to paste with a pair of vise-grips!" He pumped his hips three times into Fernando's mouth and grunted, "AAAAAAAAGGGGH!!!" and spewed seed into the corpulent Hispanic's open mouth!

It was a cataclysmic moment and Fernando was already involved and at his peak; Candace had no problem finishing him. "Oooo! Lookie! Hand cream!" she taunted as Fernando erupted in her hands.

For Fernando, it was as if the pulses in his mouth were HIS pulses, HIS orgasm, HIS flood. He swallowed without thought; he milked Fred with his lips while Candace milked him with her hands. One affected the other -- didn't they? O God! They didn't! Fernando came out of his orgasmic trance to realize what he'd done -- what he was doing -- and it dealt his pride a staggering blow! Fernando's self-image went through the equivalent of a head-on automobile crash as he realized that he'd committed that disgusting act -- one no REAL man would EVER do -- and he'd ENJOYED it!

Certainly, the woman had manipulated his manhood -- and certainly, she'd done things to him that he'd never before experienced -- but a REAL man would never have become erect in the first place, let alone... He shuddered and began to cry, the taste of his submission hot and thick in his mouth.

Fred, knowing full well that basically the same thing had been done to him, was nevertheless capable of rubbing it in. "There you go -- that's Lesson One. Congratulations! You're a fat little cocksucker. I bet that ain't the first time you've been called that -- now you know what everyone else sees." He rubbed Fernando's head, mussing his hair even more than it had been mussed during the face-fuck.

Candace sliced away the rubber band. "Well, I guess you get to keep your balls for another day -- not that you need them." Waving at Fred, she led him out, leaving Fernando to generate his own emotional aftermath.

Out in the main room, Candace went over to the entertainment center and turned on the TV for background noise while she shut down and disconnected the voice distorters. "Well, THAT went well," she said quietly.

"Yeah," Fred agreed. "Couldn't ask for much better. Little fucker has some talent even, when he gets into it."

"And he DID, too, didn't he?" Candace agreed. "That's got to be humiliating...:"

"Yeah." Fred remembered it well.

"How long before you can go again?" Candace asked.

"Not long. A few minutes," said Fred confidently.

"Good. Want a soda or something?"

"Water's fine." Fred parked himself on the couch, then looked back at her. "You know, I bet..." He threw a significant glance at the curtained area.

"Yeah. But we should give him a few minutes to enjoy it first." She smiled and swayed out; Fred watched her go.

Upstairs, she went to the living room. "Well?" she asked.

"Looked good to me, Baby," Louise muttered. She was naked on the couch, her legs splayed to allow Lon's fingers access to her wet cunt while she jacked him. Candace suppressed a twinge of jealousy and turned to Hank, who was sitting on the left end of the couch, divorcing himself from the action.

"Is that it?" Hank asked.

"No, Fred's resting up for Round Two," Candace assured him. Hank nodded, his return glance predatory.

Candace ducked out; she wanted Hank -- she wanted Lon, for that matter -- but there was too much else going on. Going to the kitchen, she got a Coke for herself and a Dasani for Fred -- and a bottle of warm tap water for Fernando.

Downstairs, she handed Fred his water. "We oughta lube him some if we want his head screwed up," Fred mused. "Or I can dry-fuck him -- but..."

"Whatever you think best," Candace replied.

"You gonna play with his dick again?" Fred asked. "If he shoots with a dick up his ass, it'll fuck him up, bad!" 'I know,' he added to himself.

"I can," Candace agreed. "Do you think he can get off again this quickly?"

Fred grunted. "Maybe not. Probably not, even. Maybe I should just burn his ass up. But if we're gonna backtrack on it, I can't fuck him up too bad -- and it ain't much fun dry, anyway."

"Let me see if we have any lube," Candace said, getting up and heading over to Beth's toy box. After digging around a bit, she went, "EWWW! What's this?"

Fred got up and came over to look. 'This' was a vibrating tube made of gelatinous rubber, the opening of which was made to look like a fairly realistic vagina -- a 'pocket pussy.' Fred chuckled and explained what it was. "Does it have batteries? Let's put it on his ass -- and leave it. Plan to stick a vibe up his ass after I'm done, too. You can turn 'em on and turn 'em off as you like..."

Candace grinned. "Good plan!" She gathered the equipment, including a couple of other items Fred picked out, then turned to Fred. "Let's rig you back up." She re-rigged and turned on the voice distorter for Fred and let him help her get hers done. "I won't be staying," she told him. "I'll just help with... this..." She held up the pocket pussy like it was slimy or something.

"Yeah, no problem," Fred agreed. "Let's go."

Fernando heard the swish of the curtain -- then Fred swatted him on the ass. "We're ba-ack... Need anything?"

"Water, please?" Fernando asked.

"Thought you might want that," Fred chuckled, taking the bottle from Candace and shoving it between Fernando's lips. "Drink up -- cock sucking is thirsty work!" Then he turned to Candace, "I got this -- leave that stuff." Candace shrugged, laid out the collection of items they'd selected on Fernando's back, and walked out.

Fernando sucked down the majority of the bottle of water, only stopping when he couldn't tilt his head back adequately. "That should do it, anyway," Fred told him.

"Why are you doing this?" Fernando gasped.

"It's about abuse, Man," Fred related, going behind him and snapping a leather cock ring around Fernando's cock and scrotum. "Wife beating and child abuse." He reached between Fernando's heavy thighs and started jacking his cock, working to get some length and girth to it before applying the pocket pussy. Fernando let it happen, realizing that he wasn't going anywhere and he wasn't going to stop the big black stranger. "Now, while I personally believe that a good slap upside the head once in a while keeps a woman from being a yammerhead, you went too far -- more than once. Kids -- mebbe you spank 'em. Mebbe you slap 'em upside the head. But you limit it -- you don't go apeshit on them! I ain't Doctor Spock, but damn!" Having gotten sufficient growth, he shoved the pocket pussy over Fernando's cock and threaded the cord to the battery pack through the cock ring to hold it in place.

"Wh -- what's that?" Fernando worried.

"You'll see." Fred started it up. "A little something to add to the confusion while I start Lesson Two." He stood, got the bottle of lube from on Fernando's back and wet a finger. "If we gave you the ass-whipping you deserve," Fred muttered, poking Fernando's anus with the finger, "you'd go out of here in a box. That being the case, we have to do things a little differently." He worked the finger into Fernando's protesting anus while Fernando yelped and danced. "You think you're a big man, in control, who can do whatever he wants and make people bend the knee. Well, I'm here to tell you that you're a big, fat pussy, bullying people who can't fight back and making like a total asshole." Fred added a finger and a bit more lube. "Being you're a pussy, we're gonna treat you like a pussy -- and that pretty much bring us to Lesson Two -- where we use you like a pussy!" Fred pulled the fingers, rubbed lubricant on his cock, and pressed it against Fernando's anus. "You know what that is? You should -- you sucked it a while ago. I'm gonna fuck you now -- poke that fat pussy of yours with a dick. You be sure to enjoy it!"

Fernando locked up, of course -- that was the purpose of telling him all about it. But he was lubed up and his ass couldn't fight the intrusion properly, so Fred's cock bored through, unstoppable. Fernando yelled and howled and screamed and cried and begged -- and the dick just kept coming.

Finally, Fred was balls-deep. "Okay, that's your cherry, there, Pussy Boy. Now for the ride!" He started moving in Fernando, his focus on his own personal pleasure. That was the unspoken reason for his being there, after all -- to see how much he liked fucking male ass. Fred let Fernando howl and ran his cock in and out of Fernando's rectum, working up to long-stroking, swatting him on the ass when things got too loose.

Upstairs, Louise was watching with her head in Lon's lap, her thick lips riding his erection. Hank had given up -- and gotten up -- surrendering the couch. "This is just fucking perfect!" she crowed, pausing a moment, "Just perfect!" She was up on all fours; Lon was stretching himself to finger her wet gash while she sucked.

Hank occupied an armchair when Candace entered the room. "How is it, Honey?" she asked, settling on the chair arm.

"It's good," Hank replied. "I feel bad that I'm enjoying watching it, but he deserves so much more..."

"Well, we have him through the weekend," Candace replied. "More if Marta calls in sick for him. I've been thinking that we could use an automobile accident as a cover story..."

"That's a thought..." Hank mused. "I'd thought that maybe he could have traveled out of the country on family business -- he's from Puerto Rico, right? Maybe we could combine the two and keep him down there a while..."

"You'd probably need more than Fred," Louise popped up to say, "but that'd be good, too. Did we ever decide anything about his buddy Rico? Maybe he'd stick a dick in Fernando. Maybe he'd stick a dick in Fred!" She sucked for a moment, then popped up again. "Knowingly, that is." She turned her attention to Lon, "Let's fuck!"

Candace glanced at Hank, but he shook his head 'no.' "Too many people to have to explain to."

"Some other time?"

"Sure." Maddie would just have to learn -- like Sally, apparently -- that Hank did other women. Her mother, on the other hand...

Downstairs, Fred continued to fuck. Fernando had settled down to whines and grunts and the occasional exclamation -- usually when Fred swatted his ass to tighten him up. This wasn't quite what Fred wanted -- and as a result, he wasn't as into it as he could have been -- which extended things. Fred wanted consensual sex -- and this wasn't it. On the other hand, it was pretty clear that ass was ass -- male or female -- from the poking end. He decided to talk to Fernando a bit...

"Hey, Pussy Boy -- you getting' a little zing, there, deep inside, every once in a while? That's my dick goin' past your prostate gland. Some folks like it. Women don't have that shit -- but they get by from their pussies, I guess. How hard is your pecker? Rubbin' that fucker usually either makes you fuckin' hard as a rock or it makes you damn near shrink away..."

Fernando didn't say anything, but Fred's comments explained a few very embarrassing issues. Between the cock ring and the vibrating pocket pussy and the internal massage, Fernando WAS stone hard -- although he felt more strange and weird than pleasured. At least it explained things...

His ass had given up -- and when it had, the pain had receded markedly. Obviously, clenching up was NOT the way to go. Right now, he was enduring the big black man's attentions -- but he suspected that if he hadn't fought things initially, the soreness that he was feeling now wouldn't have been there -- and he feared knowing what might have replaced it.

The black man pounded his cock into his abused ass for several more minutes before slamming in deep and grunting as his cock pulsed seed into Fernando's guts. Fernando was certain he could feel it; he'd never experienced such helplessness and violation in his life! When it was over, the man withdrew -- but it was only moments before something else was stretching his gaping portal! "Got a present for you," the man said, sliding what felt like a wedge past Fernando's abused sphincter until it popped inside and his anus closed around something smaller. "You don't have to thank me now..." Then the thing started vibrating; Fernando couldn't even think, he was so empty. The man came around front and said, "Well, that's your cherry, Pussy Boy. How was it? Here, clean me up..." He shoved his cock into Fernando's mouth. Fernanado gagged; it tasted like excrement! But there didn't seem to BE any on it... Eventually, Fernando got control over his retching and did as he was asked; he didn't have any fight left in him. He was a puppet, a plaything for these people who were taking revenge for his family and the others that he himself had used similarly...

Candace was back downstairs when Fred came out. She helped him get out of the mask and the voice distorter. "I saw it all," she told him.

Fred didn't ask how. "It wasn't that much fun -- took me forever to finish. I'm gonna go shower." He headed down the hall, Candace following.

"I never thanked you for this," she said, waving at the bathroom.

Fred nodded. "You're her, then -- the homeowner."

"Yes."

"You're pretty hot."

"You're not so bad yourself," Candace replied. "If you learn to behave yourself, maybe we can fuck sometime." Normally, she'd never have said such a thing, but she was SO horny...

"I've been gettin' the hint for some time," Fred muttered. "You might decide I pass if you look close and don't go too far back. I can't fix shit that's already happened, but..." He didn't bother to go on, just stuck his head under the water.

Upstairs, Louise and Lon had finished with Louise bent over the couch, taking it from behind while watching her husband jam his cock in the fat man's ass. She'd been happy and vocal and gotten off twice before Lon dumped a load of his semen into her sloppy cunt. The video had reached her on several levels -- but the main thing was that it would put Fred away for YEARS if it ever surfaced! She HAD his ass! He was going to learn what it meant to be on the bottom!

Toby was out getting Bobby -- who was waiting for him, grinning, when he got there. Toby put Bobby in the van and went up to see Sonya. "How did it go?"

"Very well. I had a good time. Bobby is nice!" Toby took in the emotional gestalt; Sonya wasn't lying. She hadn't held back and both of them had apparently enjoyed the bout. Toby thanked her, took the mask, and left.

Downstairs, he asked the same of Bobby. "It was dynamite!" Bobby replied.

Something about the look on his face, though, told Toby that wasn't all. "But?"

Bobby colored. "Yeah."

"What happened? Did she do something? Not do something?"

"No, she was great! We had a blast! I couldn't complain at all!" Bobby replied.

"But you are..."

"No. I'd do her again -- any time -- but..."

"But what?"

"She wasn't... I dunno... comfortable..."

"Oh?" Toby cocked his head.

"Yeah. It's like, stupid to complain -- she's like a swimsuit model, for shit's sake -- but... Like, she's got nice, little cone titties -- but I like mine round. She's real athletic -- but I don't think we could make it over the long haul -- I'd beat her to shit. She's like a sports car -- but I need an SUV. It doesn't have to be that fast, but it needs to be rugged."

"Oh." Toby thought about it. "We don't have a whole lot of stockier stuff in stock -- well we've got a LOT bigger, actually, but not in your age range. You want it bigger -- rounder?"

"Yeah."

"Most of what we've got in stock in larger sizes is either taken or black. I guess I could turn you loose on another black chick -- but I was trying to do you a favor and get you looking in another direction."

"Why?" Bobby asked. "The interracial thing?"

"Yeah, that and the fact that it's more or less backwards to how things normally go. I really think you'd be in for a world of shit, man."

"Well..." Bobby shrugged. "I guess if you can prove that there are a lot of them..."

"I got one just about the same build -- and I got one that's bigger at both ends," Toby told him. "Your choice."

"Can I try them both?"

"Probably, but it isn't fair to just be pimping girls to you, man," Toby pointed out.

"Yeah, true. Set up the big one for whenever's fair. I'll wait."

"Okay." Toby took Bobby home -- nothing substantive transpired during that run -- and headed back to Carpenter's.

Fred was ready. Toby loaded him up with Candace's help. Once they were moving, he switched on the intercom. "Have a good time?"

"I dunno. So-so."

"What happened?"

"Well, I made him blow me and I fucked him -- but it wasn't like we were doin' it for fun, you know? Sure, he deserved what he got, and I got a little charge out of doin' it here and there -- but that was me, once..." Fred related.

"I understand. Will you be able to come back?"

"Yeah, maybe. But it gets in my head sometimes that I'm doin' to him the same shit was done to me -- and look at ME now!"

"You were already interested, Man. You know it."

"An' that makes this better?"

"Well, maybe not -- but you don't make somebody gay -- at most, you broaden his horizons."

"Huh. THAT's an interesting idea." Fred was quiet until they got to the bar. "Call me if you need me. I can always see if I can get him to like it." He went out, closing the back doors behind him and pounding on the van to tell Toby he could leave. When the van pulled away, Fred went inside to drink and think.

Fernando spent the next few hours trying to sleep standing up. The plug in his ass embarrassed him by first exciting him, then numbing his ass to the pain -- overstimulation, apparently -- and the device on his cock gave him an orgasm, then irritated him for some time -- then gave him another orgasm. A black woman came in after a couple of hours -- naked, like the others -- and asked him how he liked getting fucked and other taunts and jibes -- and rubbed her gooey pussy in his face and told him she was full of someone else's seed and he needed to suck it out. He couldn't get away; she smeared the loose lips of her pussy all over his face and cursed him until he went ahead and gave her what she wanted. When he was done and she had come, she seemed to become ashamed of herself; she turned off the devices on his cock and in his ass, but didn't remove them. Then she went away, leaving him to get used to smelling like cum and wet pussy.

Hours later, the heavyset woman showed up. He asked for a shower and she told him, "How does it feel to be soiled?" So he asked to pee -- and she brought him a hospital urinal bottle and held it for him. She discovered his embarrassing ejaculate in the device that had been placed on his manhood and asked, "So when did you do this? While you were being fucked?" But she washed it out before replacing it -- and she lowered the device he was locked into to a level that let him rest on his knees, which allowed him to sleep a bit. It wasn't nearly long enough, though -- some time later, she came in and turned on the device on his cock again -- and some time later, she came back in to shut it off -- but turned on the one in his ass. To Fernando's horror, he came after both incidents...