This next instalment takes Ronald further into a world of sissy cross-dressing including sex with multiple partners. If this doesn't appeal you should read something else. All the characters are over the age of 18 years old. All players are consenting adults.
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THE SHED
The sports car sped through the gathering evening towards destinations unknown, the driver and the passenger passing a bottle of hundred-year-old single malt scotch back and forth, guzzling it like it was water.
As the day turned to dusk, Mortimer Blackmore put his sunglasses on the dashboard and turned the headlights on. The high-beams cast spooky shadows in the gathering dark.
The alcohol his master was giving him was tasting better and better. Ronald's head was happily swimming and his ass wasn't hurting as much anymore. He hadn't drunk it all himself, his master was responsible for well over half. Nevertheless, the rest was all his... and there wasn't much left.
Mortimer passed the bottle back to Ronald for the last time.
"The rest is yours I believe," he yelled to the schoolgirl sitting beside him. "Drink it up, beautiful girl."
Ronald swallowed the last of the whiskey and threw the empty bottle over his shoulder into the gloom, grinning seductively like the naughty girl she was.
"Ha!... lovely... well done," laughed Mortimer, yelling over the roar of the engine and the wind whipping past them.
Ronald felt hazy and warm from the booze but he was still scared and with every mile that flew past down that dusty track, the more frightened he was getting. He was heading somewhere but his master refused to say where.
Why did they need to drive to the other side of the huge property? It was over twenty miles from one side of the farmstead to the other. What was waiting for him there? If Mr. Blackmore wanted to fuck him again he could do that anywhere...
Darkness fell black around them.
As they drove the dirt track through the forest it felt to Ronald as if they were already on the other side of the world.
He tried again.
"Please sir," he yelled. "Where are we going?"
"Nearly there dear boy... nearly there"
It was full dark and the full moon was up when he saw the lights in the distance. The outline of a building took shape in the dark. A big old shed of corrugated steel sitting on its own, way out in the middle of nowhere.
As they got closer Ronald thought it might be a storehouse or maybe a hangar. Aluminum windows had been cut into the walls here and there and little subdued light filtered out from inside. Like a cheap attempt to be festive, a long length of colored fairy lights were strung up under the eaves. They lit up the steel cladding and the packed brown dirt in rainbow colors but only succeeded in making the dilapidated building look even more unwelcoming.
At one end of the long building was a simple timber door with a bare white lightbulb dangling over it, moths dive-bombing it like kamikazes. There were no people around but Ronald saw a dozen or so pickup trucks parked around the place.
Mortimer drove the Mercedes slowly up to to the door and killed the motor. The only sound was the subdued thump thump thump of a petrol generator somewhere.
The naive teen had never seen anything so intimidating in his life. He felt his blood run cold and looked to his master for reassurance.
"Now, now dear boy," he said placatingly as he fussed about. "There is absolutely nothing to worry about ... nothing to be concerned over... the boys are going to love you..."
"The boys?" asked Ronald in a small voice.
Ignoring him, Mortimer turned on the interior light and fumbled around in the back seat. He brought out a small pink suitcase with mauve hearts and a zip around the edge as well as a large round hand mirror that he passed to his ward.
"Relax dear boy," said Mortimer again, "and hold this still..."
The fastidious scheming man opened the case to reveal makeup of all types neatly packed in a styrofoam mold. Bit by bit he carefully applied it to the frightened boy - foundation, blush, eye liner, lipstick - all by dashboard light.
"This will be loads of fun... I assure you... loads of fun," he mumbled as he concentrated on the adhering a pair of large false eyelashes.
After some minutes he stopped and looked closely, scrutinizing the beautiful girl sitting beside him for any imperfection. Ronald's sister's school uniform looked amazing on the boy. He looked simply beautiful... like an innocent schoolgirl who had lost her way.
So out of place in this seedy dive, thought Mortimer sadly. He brushed Ronald's thick wavy hair and fixed it with short bursts of hairspray and then he was ready.
As ready as he'll ever be, thought Mortimer to himself.
With a little sigh, as if to say 'well, what can you do?', he walked around to open the passenger side door for Ronald. Taking the boy's shaking hand he helped the schoolgirl out of the car like a young lad taking his date to the prom.
"W...what will I have to d... do sir?" Ronald asked in a small voice as they walked towards the big old hanger. He was beginning to regret jumping into the car when he did. He hadn't considered that his master would invite guests.
"Come on in and I'll show you dear boy," said the lecherous man.
He held the door open for the sexy teenager. Ronald walked into the dark room like a lamb to the slaughter.
The inside of the shed was so dimly lit it was difficult to see how big it was at first. Ronald relied on Mortimer to lead him. The walls and the ceiling seemed lost in gloom, the ceiling fans slowly turning, seemed to be suspended on nothing. Shadowy heads and faces were lit up by the only source of light - large flickering movie screen set up at the other end of the hall. Technicolor images of people fucking splashed over the screen. Big speakers on either side pumped out crackly groaning and screaming.
Ronald knew a movie theatre when he saw it. Relaxation for the horny cowboys and farmhands that were too far from civilization to find relief anywhere else.
Heads turned as he and Mortimer walked down the aisle between the rows of cheap plastic chairs and past the big flickering movie projector that had been set up on a card table.
Ronald felt hands on hime, on his legs, under his dress and gripping his ass...
...someone grabbed his hand.
"Hold this sweetheart," said a deep voice in the gloom and Ronald briefly gripped a gigantic rubbery cock. He squeezed it quickly before Mr. Blackmore led him away, down to the front of the audience and up onto the low stage at the front.
"What do you think of my cinema dear boy?" his master whispered in his ear.
