Surprised…

Kyle and Logan made their way to the study, Logan feeling the familiar chill of fear creeping up his spine as he realised where they were heading. Kyle entered the study first, “Hello Daddy, and Daddy’s ****.” Kyle announced as he looked to where his dad sat at the large mahogany desk in the centre of the study, Martin kneeling dutifully aside. “I have a surprise for you” Kyle continued barely able to hold it together through his excitement. “Logan, you can come in now!” He called out to his **** waiting out of sight in the hall.

Logan felt the anxious buzz of excitement surging through his veins and, although terrified, couldn't resist the forbidden attraction drawing him deeper into this labyrinth of debauchery. With each tentative step, he closed the distance between himself and his master. He eventually knew he was by Kyle’s side when he felt a tug on his leash and he stopped moving.

“so, what do you think? He looks incredible right!” Kyle asked excitedly as he presented his newly transformed **** to their fathers.

Logan stood frozen in place, his heart racing in his chest. The red leather teddy hugged his curves, the thigh-high boots elongating his legs and accentuating his femininity. He felt exposed and ****, yet strangely aroused by the attention.

Martin's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on Logan's enigmatic form. "L-Logan," he stammered, his voice betraying his shock. "W-what happened to you?"

Logan swallowed nervously, his throat tightening beneath the muzzle.

He longed to speak, to plead for understanding, but the restrictive device silenced him. Instead, he could only stand and absorb the scrutiny of Martin and Ken.

"I'm not really sure what to say," Martin began, his voice trembling. "I mean, I've seen Logan in many forms, but this…this is something new."

Ken smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Isn't it just adorable, Martin?" he cooed, his voice deep and intoxicating.

"Logan has undergone a transformation, hasn't he?"

Ken raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting between Logan and Kyle. "Indeed," he drawled, his voice slow and measured. "He seems to have embraced his inner slut quite enthusiastically."

Martin cleared his throat, his gaze darting nervously between the three men. "Well, uhm," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. "It's certainly a change."

Logan's cheeks burned bright red, his pulse pounding in his ears.

He could feel the heat radiating from his face, and he desperately wished he could disappear.

Kyle's gaze shifted to Logan, his eyes sparkling with pride. "Thank you, Father," he replied, his voice deep and confident. "I've always had a knack for transforming people, haven't I?"

Ken chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Indeed," he agreed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "He's a real masterpiece, isn't he?"

Logan's heart sank, his self-esteem plummeting under the weight of their mockery.

He felt ashamed and humiliated, his femininity reduced to a mere spectacle for their amusement. Despite this, he couldn't deny the thrill of knowing that he belonged to Kyle, that he was the object of his affection.

"Well, Logan," Martin ventured, his voice quiet and uncertain. "How does it feel to be closer to a daughter to me than you are to my son?"

Wanting to hear his response to this delightful question, Kyle removed the muzzle allowing Logan to respond.

The air seemed to crackle with anticipation as everyone waited for Logan's answer. Logan paused, taking a steadying breath before answering, "I don't know, Dad, I don’t even know what I look like right now. I’ve been blindfolded since trying this outfit on." Logan admitted, his voice shaking slightly.