Hell Bent for Leather

Koh was an eighteen-year-old, Japanese cherry boy, which was their term for virgins. He had a long, thin frame and mop-top hair. He was cute enough to be a member of a boy band, but he wasn't; he was simply a shy, reserved college freshman trying to overcome his lack of confidence with women and lose his virginity. Having summoned the courage to answer a casting call, and knowing that it would only involve masturbation, he entered into it without fear. Losing his virginity would be a process, and showing his cock to other women and jerking in front of them would be a first step.

At the moment he was sitting on a locker room bench, with Arlene on one side of him and Connie the other. Not in his wildest dreams could he have imagined himself comfortably naked, sandwiched between two alluring women, and exotic ones at that, one of whom was topless. He just had what was probably the most satisfying orgasm of his life, delivering the goods when he had to, producing a monster ejaculation, surrounded by five sexy women in their underwear. By all accounts he was a hit with the girls, which had never happened before, and it felt good. And even though they may have been acting, it was real to him.

Arlene was toying with his semi-limp penis - still burning with heat and sticky with jizz; flicking it, scratching it, squeezing it, digging her nail into it, while Connie massaged his upper thigh. Every now and again her finger made contact with the underside of his balls. It tickled and it tingled, and Koh's cock had begun its mating ritual, waving and dancing, even as he was seated. His brain was a jumbled patchwork of erotic fantasies and desires; he savored the experience on many levels, but it was through his penis that his true passion expressed itself. Girls were paying attention to it, and that's what appealed to him the most. Finally, someone other than himself was in love with his cock.

If he could lose his cherry he would go with the angelic blonde with the soft hands, who enjoyed showing off her little titties. Little perhaps, but they were firm, and pleasing to the eye. Everything about Arlene rubbed him the right way; here she was, a terminally cute American; blonde and sassy, yet an obvious slut, hungry for cock, his cock. Koh was confused. Aroused, but confused. The girl in the black underwear was content to tease his balls, but she had thighs to kill for. Boin-n-g!

Koh was in full-fledged bonerville; it was firm, yet agile enough to sway and bounce and flutter without losing its mass. The rigid dong had a life of its own, quite beyond his control, moving and expanding at will. To Koh it was no big deal; it had always been that way since puberty, so he had no idea that it would appeal to girls the way that it did. Wow, what an amazing thing, he thought.

By all accounts he should have been in heaven, yet Koh eyed Jane warily, who was engaged in a three-way conversation with Miss Tanaka and the director. Jane knew her shit, the director could tell that right away, and he agreed heartily to her script changes, especially since her husband was the financier of the video. Koh thus had reason to be wary, but he was so content right now that he didn't care what the script called for, even after Miss Tanaka clued him in. He was a good sport about it, agreeing to anything and everything. Five American girls in just their bras and panties could do as they pleased with him. It had been a great trip so far, so why not ride it out. Besides, Arlene's hand was still in penis-petting mode, although now that he was rock-hard solid she had switched to gently rubbing the side of his shaft lengthwise so as not to cause an unintended semen spill. And she was wise to do so, for he could have shot his load quite easily.

Miss Tanaka, meanwhile, had not forgotten about Tony and his monster sausage, and was pleading her case on how to kink the video up even more. This time it was Jane who agreed, and she motioned for the big lug to come over. The director was esctatic; he knew box office gold when he saw it, and the muscular black Adonis with a penis to die for was certainly it. Fate had brought him to the video shoot, and the director was smart enough to take advantage of it.

Tony, who had been aroused ever since arriving, was chomping at the bit for some action, so he was happy to oblige when Miss Tanaka asked if he wanted to perform. Despite her conservative clothing, he could tell that there was a fit, supple body underneath, and he wouldn't mind doing Miss Tanaka herself, especially if she kept leering at his bone the way that she was. Leering aroused Tony, as it did most musclemen, and besides, he was always on the lookout for new pussy. Lately Marlow seemed to get off by seeing him switch to the other team. He didn't give a rat's ass about Herman, yet Marlow enjoyed keep him around when they were having sex. She's lucky she moved the meter on his massive bone, otherwise he might have moved on by now, there being plenty of woman who wouldn't want to share his dick with an immature, underdeveloped pervert. What did she see in him anyway?

Tony looked down; his package was shrinking. Damn, Herman - fucking, little pervert, he thought, what a buzz-kill, but the director didn't seem to mind that the Royal Penis was lowered to half-mast; it was still the largest cock he had ever seen, and it still hovered menacingly. However, for now, he had a scene to film that didn't involve Tony, so he motioned to the bench where five other boys sat, who were still unsure of what was happening.

"Hell no, I ain't sitting over there. I'm Tony fucking Grant, a former Mister Nude America, and you can tell those punks..."

Miss Tanaka engaged in a quick back-and-forth with the director before going over to the bench and telling the five naked men to put their clothes back on and take an extended lunch break. She returned triumphantly, not taking her eyes off of Tony's extraordinarily bent, semi-erect penis for a moment, which was billowing between his legs. The bottom third of it was curved to the left side, and she thought it looked like a boomerang. Miss Tanaka couldn't stop giggling and smiling. Nor did the director object, who was again whispering into Miss Tanaka's ear.

"Mister Tony, director says you very large in penis...he likes." This caused Jane to laugh, the director to blush and Miss Tanaka to giggle and turn red with embarrassment. "He wants to touch it."

"Oh Jesus, here we go," he muttered, "more gay stuff." But Miss Tanaka touched it first, which pleased him immensely, placing her palm under it, lifting it up and showing it to the director as if on a platter. He rubbed the top of it very quickly, and then backed away, his curiosity sated. Miss Tanaka, however, decided to grip the increasingly rigid pole and give it a few quick tugs before giggling uncontrollably and retreating, her curiosity sated as well. She noticed that it didn't flop down as expected when releasing her grip, but hung suspended in the air, defying gravity. Miss Tanaka was starting to feel both horny and light-headed, so she sat down.

"See anything you like?" It was Marlow, pretending to be jealous.

"It's hard to be choosey when you got a hard-on," Tony quipped. He gestured towards Miss Tanaka. "I bet she's quite something under that business suit. She's built like a fucking brick house, I'm telling you. Yeah, I'd do her, in a heartbeat, just like you want me to do the pansy boy." Marlow's smile froze, but she said nothing.

On a scale of one to ten, Miss Tanaka, whose first name was Nanase, was a seven, but take her out of the prim and proper business suit, change her hair-style, and she'd probably be an eight. She had gotten an introduction to adult videos a few years earlier, when on a dare she took part in one of those themed CFNM videos that were so prevalent in Japan a few years back. Men masturbating in front of clothed women had been a very popular genre, and the women's reaction to the penis play was as much of the appeal as the ejaculations, perhaps even more. Having been exposed to the goings-on of an adult video set, Nanase developed an interest in working behind the camera; her end-game was to be a director, and right now she was paying her dues, working her way up the rung.

It was time to go back to work. With Koh's penis dancing unapologetically, the director, just for the hell had him and Tony stand arm-in-arm, and told his photographer to take some photos: two attractive cocks standing tall and proud - the muscle-stud and the virgin-boy.

The director wanted to get one of the women to stand in-between them, to add a CFNM element. Tony suggested Miss Tanaka, who blushed and appeared hesitant before succumbing. She couldn't restrain herself from smiling broadly, her arm wrapped around the torsos of two naked men, one hand sliding down to learn what the tight, taut butt of a former Mister Nude America felt like.

"This guy's good," Jane whispered to Connie. "Maybe he should direct

Soapland

."

"That might be a good idea. Did you see how he came-on to Tony?"

"Who'd you rather, him or Billy-boy?"

Connie blushed. "There's no comparison. William and I have a thing...I mean, I'm dumping Brad because of him..."

"Yeah, but Tony's got a hook for a dick that Billy ain't got." Jane giggled. "No wait, make that an anchor, not a hook..."

"Can we please change the subject? I'd do them both; let's just leave it at that."

Since Koh was under a potion that rendered him invisible, it wasn't a stretch to have the potion wear off, which they pretended it did, the scene picking up right where the prior one had left off, only now the girls were embarrassed being caught in their undies, and they covered up as best they could. Jenn hurriedly retrieved her panties from her ankles, where they had last been, and put them back into place. It took a moment for Koh to realize that he was no longer invisible, and he acted shocked and desperate, his first instinct being to cover his genitals in mock shame. Now came the good part.

Enclosed in a small space, the naked man with the dancing penis had no escape, and with the wrath of five women descending upon him, he yelped and jumped around and tried to avoid their beat-down. For reasons known only to himself, Koh now decided to keep his hands by his side while he was in motion, which served not only to make him look like a spasmodic freak, but kept his penis exposed. The natural instinct for someone in his situation would have been to get into a defensive position, but he did the opposite, which rendered him so helpless it made him even cuter, and with his penis truly a marvel, twitching and bouncing, never standing still, all five women couldn't help but fall in love with him, be it as a mother, lover, submissive, toy-doll or dominatrix.

After a few minutes the rumpus ended, and when the dust settled Koh was stood up and had his arms pinned to his side by Arlene and Connie. Koh had an uneasy feeling of what was to follow. He had seen the glimmer in Jane's eye, and he got the feeling that Miss Tanaka had been sugarcoating the truth. But seeing that he did agree to it, he couldn't back out now. His only hope was that they'd be gentle.

Jenn came out of the shadows and faced him. She decided there could be no mercy for the stalker who had spied on them, who jerked off on them, who assaulted them with his sperm and, worst of all, had lowered her panties to the ground, exposing her ass. She took a running start, lunged, and thrust her boot into the air. WHAP!

The air went out of him like a pinprick in a balloon. Koh's balls felt like they were up in his throat. He squawked softly and looked like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Had Connie and Arlene not been holding him up he would have been on his knees or else or the floor, curled in a fetal position. Instead he just leaned forward and gasped for air. His penis chastened, it lost some of its vigor, and wasn't quite as frisky as before. WHAP! Ouch, he didn't see that one coming. This time Koh yelped in pain. The ladies gently released their hold and he sagged to the floor, clutching his balls and moaning loudly. His cock was dancing no more.

Even a hardened sex-freak like Jane was having second thoughts. Jenn was a pro; the cherry-boy was overmatched. He had no idea of the mess he had gotten himself in. Men paid money, lots of money, to be abused by her. One could not expect innocent, virginal Koh to withstand it.

"What do you think, girls? One more?" Even Jenn was wary of the damage a third kick might do. Koh looked at Miss Tanaka, who said something to him, and he shook his head negatively. He wasn't a quitter. "Please, she said, "no more kicking in crotch. He want to have babies some day, hee-hee." Miss Tanaka giggled demurely.

They next had him bent forward, his hands down on the bench, his ass sticking in the air. Jenn took out the riding crop from her boot. Making vicious, swooping noises, the strap reddened his butt cheeks very quickly. After each stroke Jenn would walk slowly around him, taunting him, her boot-heels making an ominous sound. Koh was in pain, but brave enough not to complain. Besides, Jenn looked gorgeous in her matching red bra and panties, and her white vinyl boots whipped up his sexual fantasies. She was talking to him, she way paying attention to him, and she was in her underwear! Boin-n-g!

You could say that Koh had an epiphany. Right when the ladies were laughing at his misfortune, excited over their revenge, parading around in their underwear, all glammed up and looking spectacular, he came to the realization that being abused by females was preferable to being ignored by them. There was no way a guy like him could ever get so close to goddesses such as these unless it were on their terms. If he had to be humiliated for the privilege of being in their presence then so be it.

Seven or eight whooshes later, Jenn decided he had enough. Jane came over with some ointment and gently applied it to his lacerated butt cheeks. She also reached down between his legs. "I think our boy is ready for the final punishment," she exclaimed, pulling on his knob for added emphasis. "I know you understand me," she said quietly to Koh, running her finger along his butt crack, and he understood enough to keep his hands on the bench and thrust his ass into the air, trembling with uncertainty.

"Careful, Jane," warned Arlene. "Remember what Hideki said."

"He said no nudity," she answered, a little defensively, "and no touching dick." Instantly realizing where her hand had just been, she sheepishly pulled it back. "He'll get over it. Besides, they can edit it out."

Connie requested the honors, and she held up a dildo for all to see before strapping it around her waist. She rubbed the top of it with lubricant and slowly and carefully inserted it into his rectum. To say the sensation was pleasant would be an exaggeration, but Koh didn't mind, again subscribing to the theory that he was in close proximity to a gorgeous woman with thunder thighs. If she weren't pegging him he wouldn't have been able to hear her grunting as she mightily thrust. He wouldn't know how much of a turn-on it was to have her warm hands pressed against his hips. When he arched his head up he got delightful views of the ladies' panties, and from this angle he could make out the outline of their cunt lips through the material. They were so engrossed with him they had forgotten their own embarrassing situation. Koh thought it was an even swap; watching the ladies undress and jerking off to them was worth being on the receiving end of a reaming. But it was a reaming with four hot girls watching, five if you counted Miss Tanaka, so he'd save face when later recounting the experience with his friends.

Every sensation was new to him, but Koh eventually figured things out. It was folly to resist, and so much easier to submit. He worked in tandem with his abuser. When Connie thrust he relaxed, when she withdrew he tensed. Relax and recoil. By doing so he was able to turn his punishment into pleasure, or at least make it more tolerable.

It started at the base of his shaft, almost as a burning sensation, but burning in a nice way. The heat rose up his dong, slowly at first, and as it did the fluttering appendage stiffened, almost like in slow motion, until the warmth penetrated all the way to his cock-head. By now he was completely hard, and the momentum of the thrusting caused his stiffie to swing like an up-and-down pendulum. The tingling, the heat, the penetration...Koh's expression of anguish had subsided, and he was almost smiling. Seeing that, Arlene looked down to see whether he was really enjoying it, as evidenced by his pecker, because she too knew that 'penis don't lie'.

"Yippie...woodie alert," she joyfully cried! "Our boy's a certified perv."

"Lets roll this Donkey-boy over, I wanna see," and with that Koh found himself on his back, lying on the locker room bench. The ladies oohed at the sight of his erection. Miss Tanaka looked over at Tony. She had no interest in Koh; she was after bigger game. Had Mister Tony any idea how appealing his cock was, and what it was doing to her?

Gesturing to Koh, she asked: "you like, Mister Tony?"

Tony shrugged. "Not particularly...well, not unless you were doing it to me. That I'd like."

Miss Tanaka thought she heard correctly, and she demurely put her hand in front of her face and giggled like a schoolgirl. "Oh Mister Tony...hee-hee..."

Lying on his back made the dildo insertion more pleasurable. Koh could watch Connie's boobs heave, almost popping out of her tight bra, and he could witness the emotion in her face, which he could not have done were she not pummeling him. He was still aroused, he still had a boner, and how else could he get five western goddesses to look at it? And now that his cock was on full display, it didn't disappoint. No longer twitching or dancing, it laid like a rock-solid pipe against his belly. For reasons unknown, Jane decided to kneel on the floor beside him and kiss Koh as passionately as she could, delving her tongue deep into his mouth. It wasn't dick touching, so Hideki could have no complaint...

Jane's tongue melted inside of him, and Koh was writhing in agonized passion. The tingling at the base of his shaft increased, and for a brief second he thought he was about to cum. "Look," he heard someone say, "he's leaking."

Koh groaned audibly, his loud sighs of passion and the pre-cum seeping out of his dick an indication that he was nearing an orgasm. "Get ready, Miss Tanaka," Jane quipped. "Our boy is about to blow."

"Jerk it," Connie barked at him. Koh froze, and it wasn't until Jane gabbed his hand and placed it on is cock and made a jerking motion that he understood, and he was happy to stroke his meat into submission. Between Connie's thrusts, Jane's tongue, Arlene's exhortations, Marlow's sly smile, and Jenn's stern look, it didn't take long. Short, rapid strokes was his preferred method. Placing his hand right under his cock-head, he began to sputter and babble incoherently until his body convulsed and shook, as wave after wave of hot white liquid shot out of his pee-hole. By the time he was done spurting, Koh was so overcome with sexual relief he failed to notice or else didn't care enough to wipe away the sticky sperm that had virtually closed shut one of his eyes. The liquid love had flown out with such velocity that it reached all the way up to his face, splattering his forehead, his chin, and his neck along the way.

Koh kept jerking and the jizz kept flowing. Connie had stopped thrusting, Jane had stopped kissing, but Arlene kept exulting, whooping with joy as the creamy fluid drenched his arm and chest. "What a cummer," she said. "What a freak!"