Jimmy stared at his laptop screen, watching it again. It had been a week since he knelt on the filthy floor of that booth and swallowed unimaginable loads of sperm. But his memory was fresh, and he felt as if he could imagine the taste of every spurt of cum as it flowed across his tongue.
Of course, it was kept fresh by the fact that his tormentors had installed a copy of the video on his computer and instructed him to watch it at least once a day. And they could check on him at anytime as they had access to his webcam 24/7. This realization made Jimmy's cheeks suddenly flush a bright red as he realized they could be watching him now, stroking his cock while he stared at his own humiliation on the screen. His mind flashed back to that night, and he could feel it recoil at the memory of men plunging their cocks into his feeding tube and fucking until they shot their load and watched him helplessly choke it down.
The shameful memory somehow brought his impending orgasm even closer and he felt himself rising to the edge of it just as his cell phone rang, blasting Lady Gaga's "Born This Way". The harsh interruption stopped him just seconds from blowing his load, as he jerked his hand away from his throbbing cock. Jimmy hated that the girls had insisted on the gay anthem as his ringtone, but he knew he had to answer and quickly.
"Hello?" Jimmy knew it was Angela, but didn't want to give her the satisfaction.
Her sultry voice oozed through the phone and into his ear, "Hey bitch, what are you up to?"
"Um, just hanging out. I am about to go get some groceries." He stared down at his aching hard dick, drooling pre-cum from the tip. Angela giggle on the other end of the conversation.
"Really? Were you going to finish jerking off first, or go out with that hard little dick of yours just like that?" Jimmy realized she had been watching him through the camera in his laptop, and his face got hot again with the humiliation. He didn't answer.
"Tell you what, I have a better idea. Let's go out and have some fun. Get ready in your outfit, tits and all. I will pick you up in 45 minutes. And you better be outside waiting for me, with that little dick just as hard as it is now. Get moving sissy!" She disconnected the call and Jimmy moaned in frustration as he headed for the shower.
Forty five minutes later, he stood on the sidewalk in front of his apartment building, dressed in a white tank top with "SLUT" emblazoned on the front and a short cheerleader skirt underneath. Under the shirt, his "tits" had been glued to his bare chest and were stretching the thin fabric of the tank top. Under the skirt, no panties to restrict his raging hard on and so the front of the skirt hung lewdly away from his body as it tented over his dick. A generous coating of red lipstick completed his slutty look.
Jimmy glanced around every few seconds, terrified a neighbor would see him. Why wasn't Angela here yet? His mind screamed at him to go back inside. Just then, he saw Angela's car pull up in front of him with Nancy (his ex-girlfriend and Angela's partner in humiliating him) sitting in the back. She motioned to him that he should jump in the back seat next to Nancy, and he quickly opened the door and climbed inside.
Nancy smiled wickedly at him, her full lips taunting him as she glanced down at his hard-on. "Aww, is Mr. Happy anxious for some fun?" She reached out and flipped his skirt up, to leave his dick bobbing and drooling in the air, then gave the head a hard flick with her finger. Jimmy jumped in pain and surprise, but she just laughed and flicked him again.
"Oww! What the fuck, Nance?" He knew immediately that it was a mistake, as her grin turned to a frown.
"What did you call me? You lost the chance to call me that when we broke up, bitch!" She reached down into the purse next to her feet, and came out with handcuffs dangling from her fingers. "Turn around and put your hands back."
Reluctantly, Jimmy shifted until his back was towards her and placed his hands behind him. As he did so, he glanced left into the rear view mirror and saw Angela staring at him in anticipation. She actually licked her lips. Fuck, what did they have planned now? The cold steel of the cuffs encircled his wrists and Jimmy heard the ratcheting clicks as they tightened. Then, Nancy placed a blindfold over his eyes and the world went dark. He trembled slightly, and she giggled as Angela hit the gas and they pulled away from the curb.
Jimmy started to shift back to a normal sitting position, but Nancy stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He felt something being wrapped around his neck and clicked snugly in place. As he opened his mouth to ask what was going on, a sudden shock jolted his neck and made him cry out in pain.
"Training collar, to keep a bitch like you quiet." Nancy said. "You speak when spoken to, do you understand?" Jimmy was silent, afraid to open his mouth, and the thing sparked to life again with a stinging shock.
"Yes!" He cried
