She had gone! And in her place stood Jim Rodgers, a big chunky guy from the school's football team with a peculiar sort of a grin on his face. He was dressed... Jon had to stop and gulp, or he would have if the mouth-filling dildo gag wasn't still pistoning away in his mouth.
Rodgers was dressed in what looked like, at first glance, a tuxedo and dress pants, gleaming and black but closer inspection showed the outfit was made of fine leather, almost as shiny as the patent leather shoes he wore. A dark-red silk-shot cummerbund was wrapped around the boy's trim waist below a white dress shirt and matching bow-tie. The sight was sufficient to distract Jon from the wriggling devils in his crotch area, at least for a bit. The figure gave Jon an extravagant sweeping bow, worthy of a Spanish dandy.
"My lady." Rodgers said in a deep voice, looking Jon straight in the eye. Jon un-gulped again, frozen by the sight until Rodgers laughed, stepped forwards and swept Jon easily off the bed and into his big arms. Jon's eyes grew even rounder and it took him a second or two to get over the shock and start struggling to get free but as Karyn he was now a lot smaller and lighter than he had been as Jon, even with all the extra weight of the latex ballgown, and having his arms strapped behind his back and his ankles chained together meant his struggling didn't amount to much. Rodgers let him try to get free for a few seconds more, until it was obvious he was in the brute's power, then he was dropped unceremoniously back on the bed. Big hands helped him to sit upright at the edge of the bed and then his chin was lifted until he was face to face with the towering figure before him. The infuriating grin was back as Rodgers said...
