Jim was being fucked by a woman with a large strapon. She was thrusting it into his ass, pulling it back to nearly removing it, only to thrust it back into him. As a cock pumped cum into his mouth, three women stood around watching him, stroking their strapons, talking about how they were going to fuck him. Three men were waiting to fuck his throat.
A month ago, he had answered a message from a woman on Tinder.
He had created an account, wanting a sexual relationship, someone to fuck and ghost.
He is six foot three inches tall and weighs two hundred ten pounds. He wasn't overweight, relatively fit and muscular. He had drawn women's attention most of his adult life, having the height, weight, and looks women wanted.
On the first date with Joan, she had invited him to her apartment after dinner. Thinking he could get some pussy, he accepted her invitation.
"Jim, make yourself a drink. I'm going to change into something more appropriate."
Jim poured some bourbon into a short glass on her kitchen counter as Joan left the room.
He had drunk about half of it when she returned to her living room. She walked up to Jim, putting one hand on his chest.
Looking into her eyes, Jim took another sip of his drink. Suddenly, a jolt ran through him, losing control, he fell to the floor.
Lying on the floor, three more women came into the room, rolling him onto his back and removing his pants and underwear. They grabbed his cock and balls, attaching something to him.
As Jim started gaining control, he felt another jolt again. This time, he could see the stun gun in Joan's hand.
The women rolled him onto his stomach, handcuffing him. He felt fingers around his balls. Someone was tying something around his balls.
As he regained control again, the women helped him stand up. "OK, asshole, you are locked into a cock cage and have a shock collar on your balls. Do what we want, or your balls will suffer."
Jim stood in front of the four women, naked from his waist down. He looked down to see a bright pink device encasing his cock.
He said calmly, "Take this thing off of me."
Looking Jim in his eyes, Joan said, "Mary, show him what will happen if he doesn't comply."
Mary showed Jim her phone and tapped it. Jim felt as if he had been kicked in his balls hard. Falling to his knees with a grunt, Mary said, "That was level two. Do you want me to show you what level ten feels like?"
Joan said to Jim, "We are going to take you to a different apartment, tie you up, and take our time using you."
"Why?" Jim said, confused by his situation.
Another of the women told him, "You raped my sister. You nearly caused her to take her life. We are going to pay you back."
"Do you remember me?" "I'm Sally. You asked me out. After dinner, you forced yourself into my apartment and raped me."
The four women helped Jim into a short skirt, cut his shirt off, and led him to a nondescript van.
When Jim sat on a seat, he felt the skirt slide off his ass, sitting his bare ass on the seat. The women giggled, talking about the fun they were going to have.
After a thirty or forty-minute drive, they pulled into a rundown apartment complex. After entering a code into the keypad, they drove to an apartment in the middle of the facility.
The women helped Jim out of the van when four men joined the women.
One of the men unlocked the apartment, opening the door. Jim could see whips, paddles, and some exercise equipment in the middle of the room.
The women led Jim to the equipment. Two men held his arms, and one of the women removed his handcuffs. Pulling his arms forward, he bent over the equipment and handcuffed his hand so two rings bolted to the equipment.
As the men were doing their jobs, Jim could feel his legs spread apart, something wrapped around his ankles.
When everyone finished, Jim tried to move his limbs, finding he couldn't move his arms or legs more than a few inches.
Someone lifted his skirt, laying it on his back. "Sally, pick a paddle, we need to warm up his ass."
Jim could only see the four men undressing in front of him when lighting struck his ass. The loud crack that accompanied the jolt told him Sally had hit him. He felt several more strikes in quick succession.
