I was just a curious boy who didn't know how to do makeup. I saw the Masked Man's videos and thought I'd just go for a fun crossdressing experience—maybe a l*ttle light rope play, nothing more.

The Transformation: He did my makeup perfectly. Looking in the mirror, I was shocked—I looked so sexy, so cute. My excitement spiked, but I didn't see the dark glint in his eyes. He had a bad idea: to drain me until I had absolutely no stamina left.

Round 1: The Basement Surprise "I have something fun downstairs," he said. "You don't mind a l*ttle rope, right?" "Not at all," I said innocently. He tied me up. "Simple," he promised. But then he lifted my short skirt and pulled aside my panties. "Mmph!! Mmph!!" Before I could protest, my mouth was stuffed with a whole pair of stockings, secured tightly. Made to look in the mirror at my lewd reflection, I felt a wave of shame. Then, he revealed it: A Seated S*x Machine with a "Saint Cup" attachment. "No!!" I screamed internally. The machine roared to life. I was overwhelmed, milked dry in seconds. I thought it was over.

Round 2: The Escalation "Did you like that? Ready for another?" I hesitated, my legs trembling, but I followed him upstairs like a moth to a flame. "Let's try another simple tie," he grinned. I found myself bound in a humiliating M-Leg position, legs spread wide in 15cm high heels. A gag was locked into my mouth. "Ahhh!!" I watched in horror as he pulled out something that looked like an Impact Drill.

Round 3: The Breakdown "If you can't last 10 minutes," he whispered, "you become my permanent star pet. Deal?" "Mmph!! (No!!)" The drill activated. The reciprocating thrusts were wild and relentless. I twisted left and right, eyes wide with terror. The sensation was too much. It wasn't just s*men anymore—my bladder lost control. I sprayed everything, urinating uncontrollably from the sheer over-stimulation. "Didn't last 10 minutes," he tutted. "Let's go again." "Mmph!! Waaaaa!!" I shook my head frantically, collapsing into a mental breakdown as I watched him slowly fix the toy onto me again. I knew then: I wasn't a guest anymore. I was his collection.

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