Finishing School for Shemales

They lead him up beautifully decorated corridors – the place looked like a sprawling manor house or something. Wood panelling, rich carpets and portraits everywhere. But there was something strange about the place – the paintings showed beautiful women, all with penis', in embraces with well hung men. The statues were the same, beautiful nymphs, some with tiny penis', even smaller than David's some with large veined erections, all playfully tumbling around one another.

The silent orderlies led him to a heavy wood door and opened it wide. David walked cautiously between them, and one of the men pressed himself against David's silk clad body. David squealed and hurried through.

The room was small but comfortable. A simple bed dominated the room and a little en suite was in the corner. On the walls were posters – it looked as though it had been decorated by some perverted teenage girl. Everywhere there were pictures of buff, naked guys with erect cocks, posing for the camera. David had never felt anything sexual for guys, but he felt something odd as he looked at those hard, strong bodies, so different from his own.

David took it all in with frightened eyes. He turned to the orderlies.

"Please... can't I go home?" He was almost crying.

The orderly who had pressed against David stepped forward. "My name's Tom. Trust me when I say that you're not going anywhere. And the more you fight Mistress K, the more you'll be punished. Do what she says, become what they want, and you might just be okay."

David began to sob. Tom reached out and handed David a glass of amber liquid.

"Drink this and go straight to bed."

David took the glass with a shaking hand and drank the bitter liquid. He moved to the bed and felt incredibly drowsy. As soon as he hit the bed the lights went out and he began to lose consciousness. He heard the men leaving the room. One of them, Tom, muttered as he left. "I hope she's bad. I want to see that little tease choking on my cock as soon as possible."