Chapter 6: "Not By Men!!!"

Continued from chapter 5:

Rosie leans in, his gloved fingers hooking into the waistband of the panties, tugging them down slightly to expose the creamy skin below, still unmarked by their hands.

"Such a pretty pink, sweetness," Rosie murmurs appreciatively. "You wear our marks so beautifully."

"No, I shout, ugly crying. "Please, Pansy, Rosie...not on the bare."

Pansy and Rosie pause their ministrations, exchanging a wicked grin at my desperate plea. Pansy's hand still rests possessively on the abused satin covering my reddened bottom.

"Aww, but where's the fun in keeping these cute panties on, pet?" Pansy chuckles darkly. "We want to see all of you, every inch of this gorgeous body."

Rosie nods in agreement, his gloved fingers playing with the delicate lace trim of the panties.

"Yes, we insist on bare bottoms for our special guests," Rosie says, his voice gentle but unyielding. "It's only fair, after all. You're here to serve our pleasure, aren't you, sweetness? And we promise to take good care of you. We've got you."

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Pansy starts slowly peeling the soaked satin down, revealing the angry red welts crisscrossing my tender skin. The cool air of the room hits my exposed flesh, making me shiver.

Soon I am bare, sobbing, my nightie having ridden up to my chest. My entire bare body is exposed, vulnerable and trembling. I feel Pansy's smooth warm hands cupping my cheeks—the quiet before the storm.

But then I shriek with indignation as Rosie, with his white satin gloves, reaches between my legs and grasps me by the balls with one hand, rolling each plum gently in the warm satin of his palm. His other hand begins to gently milk me, the satin of his glove whispering across my length with maddening softness.

And somehow—in spite of the great humiliation I feel by being cross-dressed, feminized, and put over the knee of two cross-dressed men, spanked and exposed—my penis reacts violently to the silk hands between my legs. I grow as hard as I've ever been, just as Pansy's first spank falls on my naked bottom.

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"No...no...not like this...not by men!" I gasp, crying even harder, helpless to stop them.

Pansy and Rosie work in tandem, one hand spanking the bare, reddened globes of my bottom while the other teases and strokes my hardening length. The slick satin of Rosie's gloves creates delicious friction against my sensitive flesh, coaxing out reactions I desperately try to suppress.

Pansy grins wickedly as he feels my member twitch and grow beneath Rosie's ministrations, despite my protests.

"Shh, shh, no use fighting it, pet," Pansy says, his voice understanding and patient. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind hasn't caught up yet. That's perfectly natural. We're right here with you."

Rosie leans in, his hot breath ghosting over my ear as he continues his sensual assault.

"That's it, sweetness," Rosie whispers. "Give in to the pleasure. Let us worship this beautiful cock of yours. You're safe with us."

I weep, gibber, and wail from a hot bottom, extreme humiliation, and the fury of sexual frustration as Pansy spanks me while Rosie milks me. The sensations are overwhelming, contradictory, exquisite.

"Pansy," Rosie gasps. "He's not going to last very long. I feel him twitching in my hand. Get me a milking bowl. I need a place to catch it."

I feel Rosie's satin-gloved hand circle my balls and give them some gentle tugs. This brings me back from the brink as I hear the bowl slide under me.

I hear a snapping of a latex medical glove and cool lubrication dripped into my winking rim as Pansy spreads me gently. His gloved finger tickles my anus before gently pushing into me as I moan, crying.

He tickles my prostate, and I jump as if electrocuted. His other hand begins spanking me again, the rhythm steady and purposeful. Rosie resumes his milking of my penis and his rolling of my balls between his satin fingers.

And I throw my head back and wail a long, keening, animalistic scream as the two twink men shatter me forever.

Pansy and Rosie work in perfect synchronization, their touches alternating between pleasure and pain, driving me to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. The wet squelch of lube and the lewd slap of Pansy's palm against my reddened bottom fill the air, mingling with my desperate cries and moans.

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Pansy curls his finger inside me, rubbing firmly against my prostate as he delivers a particularly harsh spank.

"That's it, pet," he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Let it all out. Scream for us, let everyone know who this ass belongs to now."

Rosie increases his pace, the satin of his gloves sliding effortlessly along my throbbing shaft as he massages my balls with practiced precision.

"Come on, sweetness," Rosie urges. "Paint the bowl for us. We want to see how much you have for us."

I come undone, shattering into a million pieces of hot, intense pleasure that pours out of me. Not in spurts but like a dam bursting forth—the silver milking bowl filling with the sticky mess as warm globs of my release fill it to the brim. I scream, writhing like a worm on a hook, as Pansy strokes my prostate, wringing me out of every last drop while spanking my pink bottom with gentle, milking strokes.

Rosie times my release with gentle squeezes to my sac, his other hand a blur, the satin whispering across my shaft in a rhythm that extends my orgasm impossibly.

Pansy and Rosie continue their relentless assault, riding out my intense orgasm. They milk me for every last drop, the silver bowl quickly filling with my release as my body convulses with pleasure.

Pansy slows his spanks, turning them into gentler caresses as I come down from my high.

"Good boy, pet," Pansy says, his voice warm and genuinely proud. "You came so hard for us, filled the bowl like a good little sissy twink. We're very proud of you."

To be continued in chapter 7...