The Trojan.
Lori suggested it between the times her mouth slid down his raging hard cock, nearly going all the way to her throat. And, maybe that should have been the red flag for John. Anything she wanted really badly she knew how to get. His cock or balls in her mouth, slowly being sucked on and tongued until he said yes, over and over again.
Just like now.
The kinkiness was enticing. Lori smiling as she showed him the gimp mask that would hide his identity. He was naked before her in a back room. “Open that mouth wide,” she had told him. John smiled and opened his mouth. Lori threw the two pills in and clamped her hand over his mouth. He had not time to do anything but swallow.
“What the f — “ he started but was shushed quiet then she took his hand and led him through to another room. This one with a curtain on one side and black table with straps at each corner.
“Get on.” Lori said and he obeyed, climbing on and lying back. He went loose as she strapped him onto the table, spread-eagled. He watched her climb on and straddle his chest, then place the mask next to his head. It took only a second for her to produce the thick length of tape and slap it onto his mouth. His eyes went wide in response and Lori smiled, reached back and cupped his balls. He breathed deeply through his nose.
Lori used the moment to tug the leather mask on and lift his head to zip it up at the back. She smiled down at him again and reached to where she had gotten the tape. A short length of leather was in her hand and she pushed the velcro-ed side across his eyes turning the world dark. He was blind and mute and strapped down to a table. He felt a hand caress his cock and felt it grow hard. John felt her move off him and waited to feel her climb back on, this time to mount his raging cock.
He felt nothing.
Instead there was the swish of material and footsteps of what might be heels.
“Ladies,” a female voice said. “Welcome, to those who are regulars — and I see plenty of you. Welcome back. To the newbies, I wish I could in you place again.”
Sounds of clapping and laughter came in response.
“As you all know, you all had to bring a gift — shall we call it — to get into this little club of ours. And our newest member, Lori has brought a doozy. She has provided us with tonight’s Trojan. And he is now lying there wonder what the fuck is happening.”
More laughter and some cat-calls and whistles came back.
“To let him know,” the voice continued as it moved around the stage next to John and he felt her finger run up and down his thick length. “He is tonight’s entertainment. Our fuck machine. The usual game. You will come up in turns and ride this bull. And the rest of us will score your…. pleasure on the cards under your, hopefully, not wet seats.” A hand grabbed his cock tightly, making him gasp through the tape. “Listen to that, ladies. How eager this fucker is. We got a good one.”
He groaned. And more clapping and whistles came back.
“So,” the voice, who must have been some kind of hostess, said, releasing his cock. “You all saw him being prepped. And you know how good those pills are. He’s going to be hard for hours…. Fucking hours…”
The coos and whistles started again.
“You all have your numbers, but first up has to be person who provided us with tonight’s beautiful fuck toy….”
Tonight’s? he wondered as the steps clicked away. John heard what had to be Lori climb up onto the table swing over him. A hand grabbed his cock, holding it as the pussy slid onto the head then all the way down his shaft. He moaned again. The pussy was tight and heard the familiar moan. That was her, his girlfriend, Lori slowly riding him. She wasn’t holding anything back, moaning and groaning, making sure every inch of cock was inside her slick, wet pussy. Her panting became wild as he began to thrust upwards, returning the wild fucking. John could hear the audience starting to cheer her, or them, on.
“FUUUCK!” he heard her yell and felt her slam herself down on him, her pussy walls clamping tight around his shaft as she ground onto him. Fucking little bitch was cumming. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! He wanted to cry out but the tape and mask silenced him. And then he found another little trick to the table. The more he pulled on his arms and legs, the tighter the straps became until they held him down even firmer. It felt so fucking kinky.
Lori dismounted to applause, leaving John breathing hard through his nose. But there was no respite as another hand was on his cock and another wet pussy was sliding down it.
“Ride that fucker!” he heard the hostess’s voice call out as the pussy slipped down easily. He felt his balls explode suddenly as he couldn’t hold it back and came hard, his hips raising again.
“Woooooo!” the new rider yelled out to cheers but didn’t stop fucking. Instead she shifted her weight back and slapped his thighs. “Come on, baby!”
“NNNGHH!” he groaned, feeling how hard he was going to stay. The pills he remembered. Those pills….”
It wasn’t long she was done, groaning her way through her own orgasm and slipped off. Rider number three was on in a second….
Rider number four…
Rider number five…
They soon drained every drop of cum from his balls. That’s when he felt the fingers caress then massage warm, thick liquid over them. Something tight slid over them and snapped around the sack next to the shaft, pulling the foreskin all the way back.
“NNGH!” he gasp through the tape.
More liquid covered his cock. Then another extra tight ring snapped around the shaft and was slid down to the base. Cock rings. Had to be cock rings. Rubber ones. Lori had ordered a set and they had used them a few times. Was it her that put them, strangling his balls and cock? He was still hard as the literal fuck. In the next second, the next pussy came sliding down his cock.
“Fuck, that’s a good fit!” the dark, sultry voice said over him as she began to ride him.
It wasn’t long before she had satisfied herself and number seven took her place, moaning as she sank down on his shaft.
…Number eight came…
…Number nine…
…On the gasping sounds of another pussy in another climax, he heard the cry from the hostess, “…NUMBER TEN, LADIES! Lori, you can this sex toy back anytime!”
His balls were long dry as number eleven climbed on for her ride. He felt the straps tighten again as he pulled on them again, groaning through the tape and mask that gagged him.
“Oooooooooo….” he heard number eleven coo as she settled down on him, his whole shaft inside her then stayed still. It wasn’t long before the chant went up…
“….FUCK!...”
“….FUCK!…”
“…FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!…”
Number eleven began to fuck in time to the chanting, her whole pussy lifting up and slamming down again and again and again….
As the chanting and fucking became faster, John finally started to lose his senses. All he knew was that tonight he was a fuck toy. A sex toy. A human-fucking-sybian machine….
Eleven slipped off and number twelve mounted his slippery cock, moaning with her own satisfaction at how hard he still was.
…Strapped down…
Number thirteen cupped his strangled balls as she rode him…
…Gagged…
Fourteen made sure she ground herself down on him and whispered dirty names into his ear until she came…
…Blindfolded…
Fifteen was a quickie…
…Ridden like a real slut…
Sixteen slid down his cock and he inhaled the familiar scent and felt the familiar pussy.
“…Fuck toy…” Lori’s voice sank into his ear…
…Fuck toy, he thought, smiling…
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