Jamal's breath hitches as he feels himself on the brink, his movements becoming jerky and desperate. "Come for me," he growls against your lips, thrusting harder still as he chases his own release. You cry out, body tensing as pleasure washes over you in a powerful wave that makes your eyes roll back into your head.

"Ahhhh!" Jamal's voice is hoarse as he comes, spilling deep inside you in hot pulse after pulse of seed.

You moan, your body still trembling as the last echoes of pleasure fade away. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your heart racing wildly in your chest. "That was...amazing," you manage to whisper, feeling a shiver of desire run down your spine at the memory of what just happened between you.

Jamal smirks down at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're welcome, sissy," he whispers huskily before pulling out and disposing of the condom.

"Of course I will," Steve says reassuringly, running his fingers through your hair. "This is my home too, remember? And as long as you're here with me, I'll make sure nothing bad happens." He leans in closer still, nuzzling his nose against yours and closing his eyes contentedly.

Steve chuckles softly before responding, "Well, it's not like I've been coming here that long. But I suppose... the very first time was with this cute little thing named Danny." He grins mischievously and adds, "He was a bit of a brat, but he knew how to please me..."

Katie looks at you in surprise. "Well, of course! What did you think I was talking about?" She pauses for a moment before adding, "Now, if you really want to pass this test and become one of us... you'll have to let me do my job." Her expression is stern but playful, daring you to refuse.

Do you trust Katie and go through with the trimming?

Katie smiles reassuringly. "Good boy." She crouches down between your legs and gently pushes your underwear out of the way, revealing your hairy pubic mound. With careful hands, she begins to snip away at the wiry strands, slowly but surely creating a smooth patch of skin.

You can feel yourself beginning to get hard as you watch Katie work; your cock straining against your lacy panties.

"I'm Officer Jackson with the vice squad. We've received several complaints about this establishment and its patrons engaging in lewd acts. I'll need both of you to come down to the station for questioning."

Officer Jackson raises an eyebrow at your question. "I'd prefer to do this in a more private setting where I can have both of you undivided attention, sir." His gaze flicks briefly between the two men before settling on Jamal once more. "Now, would you mind coming with me?" He asks pointedly.

Jamal hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "O-of course not," he stammers, climbing shakily to his feet. "Lead the way."

"Oh, you'll be fucked all right," Miguel growls, positioning himself between your legs and wrapping a hand around his cock before guiding it to your entrance. "But you better remember who's in charge here." He thrusts forward roughly, burying his length inside you with enough force to make you gasp for air.

"That's it," he groans, beginning to pound into you hard and fast as his hips slap against your ass. "You belong to me now."

Miguel pumps his hips harder, feeling your tight muscles gripping him as he fucks you senseless. "Yeah," he grunts, "that's it, my little sissy slut." His free hand reaches around to grope at one of your breasts, pinching the nipple hard between his fingers as he continues to thrust into you without mercy.

"You belong to me now," he growls, feeling himself getting closer and closer to release with each powerful stroke. "

You slip off your street clothes and slide on the sexy underwear. The lace fabric feels cool against your skin, and the bralet lifts and separates your breasts nicely. Kelly eyes you appreciatively as you finish getting dressed. "There we go," she says with a pleased little nod. "That's much better."

Now that you're properly attired for the BNWO bathhouse, Kelly ushers you past reception and into the main area of the club. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal as music throbs through the speakers, setting a sensual rhythm for your exploration.

To your left is the bar, where sultry sissies tend bar and flirt shamelessly with patrons. To the right is a door marked "Bondage Room,"