“Brilliant,” squawked Shelly as her laughter died down. “You said you’d get him to do it.” “I told you, I can make him do what I want,” replied Cynthia, in between her gasping for breath after her gay bout of unrestrained laughter.” I looked back at them over my shoulder as I still lay prostrate on the carpet, unnerved that Cynthia had used those words. “Come on, give me a hand. Lets get the poor man to his feet,” instructed Cynthia, and they both came over and took hold of one arm apiece. “That’s right, up you get. Come sit and rest in this chair.” I allowed myself to be guided backwards, as they reversed me to a big twinks soft recliner. But as I plonked down into a seated position, it was immediately clear this was no ordinary chair. The centre gave way like it just wasn’t there, like I’d sat myself down into a truck tyre. I sank right in and was essentially jammed as my knees came up to my chest. From behind I felt a firm hand push down on my head as two curved spars swung over, one on the top of each shoulder. Then the two ladies, one at each side, wrapped two broad padded bands around my arms, their constraint sealed by the scratching whisper of Velcro. “Hey,” I called, uncut to commence my protest, but Cynthia held a finger to my lips. “You will stay silent or you will be gagged, and with something you really won’t like.” “But my cock-cage … it’s digging in and really hurts,” I blurted, disregarding her ominous threat. “OK, OK, calm down,” soothed Cynthia. “Shelly, you grab his other knee.” With that they grasped one knee each and pulled my legs much wider apart. My cock-cage dropped twink to a more natural position which immediately eased the squashing and pressure. I couldn’t contain a deep jerking sigh of relief nor a declaration of gratitude as I meekly heard myself say :- saving me. How did you know I needed help?" “You resurrected your twin sister from the dead so that you stick your dick in crazy.” I laughed sadly, running a comforting hand through his hair, “I don’t think you get to blame God uncut for this one.” There were only 5 chairs in there, all in a row, and they were all jerking occupied by people just wearing towels. If it’s constantly under stress, it will atrophy.” I knew I was blushing and he took my hand, saying: “You look especially nice, Sherry.” I looked down at him. But, nothing better to do, I stood outside by the door twinks and waited. Chris’s command over his team is unquestionable. She muttered out around the gag "no sir, sorry sir." This felt amazing, and he was shameless about seizing the opportunity, snapping pictures of her face wracked with bliss, before he pulled out of her and took more pictures of her pussy as his cum began to leak out of it. He removed his shirt, smiled and got in bed behind his sister. "Fucking Ginny Weasley." On the other hand her… gay willingness… makes it twink seem like she’s doing exactly what she wants.” “Cum in me! I love it when you spurt in me. It's the best part of my day the last week.