As my head began to clear, I found I was lying on a carpeted floor in a large room. There were bright lights that all seemed to be focused on the center of the room near where I lay. Slowly, as my vision cleared, I could see there were chairs around the walls of the room, most of which were filled with men. Some were watching me, some talking to each other. I saw one point to me, and the talking gradually stopped. All were now watching me carefully.
I saw Denny stand up and walk toward me. "Welcome back. We've been waiting for you to wake up. Stand up," he ordered. I struggled to my feet. Several men came over and let down a rope tied over a light fixture above. They tied my hands and raised them over my head. I found myself standing naked in front of more than twenty men.
"I imagine you notice Katie and Deborah are missing," he chuckled. "Since I really don't want you to worry, why don't we bring them in?" He waved toward a door and as a man opened it, I saw both women led in, their hands tied in front of them. Katie's eyes met mine, and I could tell she was stunned at the scene laid out in front of her.
They were led to the center of the room, into the middle of the bright spotlights. From ten feet away, I could see their bare skin shining in the glare. The men untied their hands and both women automatically raised their hands in an attempt to cover their breasts.
"No," he ordered. They looked at him, and realized what he wanted. They slowly lowered their hands to their sides. Deborah's large breasts and Katie's beautiful, perfectly formed breasts glowed in the lights, casting incredible shadows onto their lower bodies. I could only imagine what the vision was doing to the men in the room.
As I watched, the men began stripping off their shirts and removing their shoes. I saw Denny walk over to the women, place them back to back, and force them to their knees. Two lines formed, each leading to a scared, cowering woman. "This," he announced, "is kind of like the pre-game show. Or maybe, the warmups. Let's see if you ladies can get our team ready for the action."
He stood next to Katie and looked at her menacingly. "As each man stands in front of you, I want you to undo his pants, strip him and then take his cock in your hands. Lift it, put your face to his balls and lick him. Stroke him with your hand until he is good and hard. If you can't get any man's cock hard, you'll be punished. You got that?"
She didn't even look at him. He reached down, took a nipple between his fingers and pinched. She screamed, looking up at him wildly. "Answer me when I speak to you. You understand me?"
"Yes, sir," she said quietly.
The first man was in front of her, his crotch right at her eye level. She reached up, undid his pants and slid them down to the floor, along with his underwear. He stepped out of them, spread his legs slightly and leaned his hips toward her. With her back against Deborah's, Katie had nowhere to go. She took his cock in her hand, lifted it and let him slide his balls against her lips. Her tongue slid out and I could see the moist trail it left on his scrotum as he rubbed himself against her. Her hand began to move up and down on his cock, and I heard him groan in pleasure. In less than a minute, his cock was standing up, long and hard. I saw the leader put a hand on his shoulder and he stepped back. Another took his place.
Deborah was already on her second man. His cockhead was now a bright red and he was breathing heavily. Denny turned to pull him away, but moved too slowly. Suddenly the man staggered back, grabbed his cock and began pumping. In only a few seconds, streams of cum began spewing from the tip. He directed them at Deborah's breasts, which were quickly covered. The thick liquid ran between her breasts and dripped between her knees. The man uttered an expletive, but was clearly pleased with himself. The other men were laughing and commenting on the huge load he had let loose. Deborah looked at her cum-soaked chest and hung her head.
The lines went on for ten more minutes. No other man reached orgasm, but by the end, Katie and Deborah's faces were wet from their own saliva that had coated each man's balls. Nearly twenty men were circled around them, their cocks standing out long and hard.
At a command, the two women stood. He took each by one hand and began to pull them around the circle of men. As they passed, hands reached out to touch them . . . their breasts, their hips, their butts. Finally, he walked them over to me. Neither really wanted to look at me, they were so totally ashamed. He placed one of each of their hands on my limp cock and made them hold me together. Then, again, he nodded at the door.
Two men brought in two padded exercise benches, each about three feet long. They were placed in the center of the room, in the middle of the spotlights. He walked the women over to the benches and announced, "I guess we're all ready, ladies. Shall we begin the festivities?"
