Simply having this imposing wall of a man towering over him was enough to freeze Francis in place.
Having been caught dressed in the torso hugging, white turtleneck sweater, the 'barely there' miniskirt and peach colored panties was humiliating enough. But why did it have to be on a day when the only proof of his manhood was locked away in a chastity cage?!
This beast of a male had just slid His huge hand down Francis's back and was roughly pawing at the smaller man's panty covered butt cheeks. The emotions racing though Francis's mind were a blend of total embarrassment, shame and... something else.
"Ohh, nice ass, Sweetie." The Man said in a low, lust-filled growl. "Even your fucking ass reminds me of a woman."
Francis heard a soft, trembling voice say, "T-thank you, Sir." Then his heart leaped in his chest from the realization that he had spoken those words!!
'What the fuck!?' Francis thought. 'This is crazy, I need to push this prick away from me and kick Him the fuck out of my house!'
But when the massive man said, "Kneel down, you little bitch." Francis slid immediately to his knees and looked helplessly back up at his tormentor.
"That's a good girl." The bearded face grinned down at Francis. " I also like that you are already calling me 'Sir'. We'll stick with that for now. And what might your name be?"
'Tell Him to go to hell!' Francis thought. But instead said, "Its Francis, Sir."
"Oh, hello 'Francine'. Or can I call you Frannie?" The man (Sir?) asked in a mocking tone.
