Oh, how do I love executing a thrilling, cunning plan. 

That day was the perfect example of what I do best: an innocent request, friends informed, that bulky black bag hidden just out of sight. The simple act of surprising Mike is the perfect start to the fun…

But it was only the start! And by the time he was meant to arrive, I was quite tired of waiting. 

I was perched on the edge of the seat of my friend’s dorm room’s couch, so excited that I couldn’t help but bounce my leg casually — but each leg movement made my breasts jiggle, as well. It only made me more excited, though, because my damn sensitive nipples just brushed against the fabric of my t-shirt. For a moment I was frustrated, before remembering that this friction was only getting me more worked up — and that this would only help me torture Mike more. 

And when Mike finally knocked, I leapt to my feet (adding even more friction to my nipples, damn) — before remembering to play it cool. 

“Come in, it’s open!” 

And in he walked, looking handsome as ever. I couldn’t help but give him a once-over, my already excited body ready to pounce, even though I knew it wasn’t time just yet. Mike gave me a sheepish smile and a humble “Hey,” before looking over the rest of the room. “I thought your friends were here?” 

“Oh, they’re just in the other room. I figured I’d wait for you here.” With this, I stood up and went to give him a hug — but instead of a sweet, genuine hug, my fingers curled into his back and my lips lingered by his ear. “Besides, that gives us a little privacy, doesn’t it?” 

He immediately caught on. I could tell by the way his muscles stiffened. But he also was cautious, and just gave me a “heh, yeah!” before pulling away. “Did you have a good time with your friends?” he deflected. How cute, thinking he could get away from this. He’s always so shy, especially when other people might be able to hear. But that’s what’s so much fun!! 

“Yeah!” I answered honestly as I flounced back to the couch, fingers dragging along his arm playfully as I moved away. I threw myself back onto the couch, breasts bouncing generously again, and gave Mike a dangerous little smirk. “I missed you, though.” 

That poor guy stayed in place, looking paralyzed by embarrassment. Clearly he knew what was coming. “I missed you too–” 

I rolled my eyes at him, and my voice dropped, no longer wanting to play innocent. “Ugh. Come here, already.” He was still embarrassed, but he obeyed. “Good boy.” I tugged him down so he sat on the couch next to me — and that’s when I decided it was time to break out the big guns, as they say. He was exactly where I wanted him! So I slid my black bag of toys out from under the couch, grinning devilishly at him. “Playtime.” 

“Here?!” Mike exclaimed. 

“Yes, here. And you are not going to whine about it anymore, got it?” I was staring at him as I unzipped the bag. 

“But your friends–” 

“I should’ve fucked the shy out of you by now,” I complained sternly. “You know better than this. You are going to take what I give you.” 

“… Okay.” God, he was blushing so bright! That embarrassment is so cute, until it gets in the way. 

“Good boy. Now, what toys do I want to use today…” Methodically, like a doctor setting out surgical tools, I picked out cuffs, a blindfold, a gag, a vibrator, and a bulbous dildo. A solid start. I didn’t even have to look at Mike to know he was blushing hard. 

“You’re serious?” Mike’s eyes darted to the door dividing the rooms in the dorm. 

“Yep. And you better get serious.” I gave him a gentle push and ordered, “stand up. Get naked. And no complaining.” Thankfully, he obeyed quietly. I’ve trained him so well!! As he undressed, I kept my eyes fixed on him, wanting him to feel vulnerable, unable to hide. Plus, I never get tired of looking at him, looking at that hairy chest, thick body, and of course that perfect cock — which I noticed was already stiffening. “Good job, baby. Now, on your knees. Face the couch. Put your face down on the cushion, arms on the cushion above your head.” And he obeyed beautifully, of course. He’s such a good boy behind all that shyness. “Damn…” I muttered to myself, standing up. “You look so good on your knees.” All I wanted to do was grope him, but knew I had to set up first. 

The first thing I did was blindfold him, a comfortable black silk covering his eyes. 

“I’m not gonna be able to see if anyone else is watching me,” he said, obvious worry in his voice. 

“Mm-hmm! That’s by design, sweetheart.” I stood over him and gently grabbed his jaw, guiding his head up and back. “And you aren’t gonna be able to whine anymore, either.” A bright red, slightly too big plastic ball was placed inside his open mouth before I fastened the strap behind his head. “Isn’t that better? It’s much easier if you just accept whatever I’m giving you.” 

No response. 

Good. 

In a swift, practiced motion, I handcuffed Mike’s wrists together above his head. With a gesture as gentle as before, cradling his face, I laid his head back down on the couch cushion. Touching him like this, even though it is so light, makes Mike blush — and makes me crave touching him more. So that’s exactly what I do. Beginning with my palm on his cheek, I began to run my hands across his body. I wanted to take in every inch of him, and do it slowly, both to frustrate Mike and sate my greedy desire for him. I caressed his neck, shoulders, and back, before sinking to my knees. My fingers hovered around his hips, only giving him the lightest touch the further down they went. It seemed like with every centimeter downward, Mike was getting more excited, already desperate for my touch. I could almost see a trail of blush following my fingers. It was so enticing, I just wanted to ravish him — 

So I indulged myself. I dug my fingers into his ass like talons, kneading him, just delighting in the thickness of his body. 

“Look at you, bent over for me in a stranger’s home. Ass out for all the world to see.” I brought my lips to his skin now, barely touching, a butterfly kiss. My breath against his skin was more pronounced than my lips. As I kissed across his perfect ass, deliberately avoiding getting close to his hole, I teased, “Would it really be so bad if my friends came and had fun with you? You want to be a good boy for me, don’t you? Besides, it’ll be fun! Three girls instead of just one, all here to make you feel good.” Mike remains silent and still. Interesting. 

“Mmm,” I purred, biting my lip, taking in the sight in front of me: this sexy man on his knees for me, ass up, embarrassed but turned on. It was glorious. Too glorious to resist. So I quit my butterfly kisses and tender touches; with a firm grip I spread his cheeks apart before bringing my lips to his hole. Mike gasped and let out a loud, choked moan — loud enough to make me stop what I’m doing and laugh. “If you keep that up, they’ll definitely hear you.” My lips returned to his hole, kissing him generously, before my tongue began to explore his flesh. I murmured into his skin, “these walls are very thin.” But, instead of protesting, this made Mike shiver. I grinned into his skin. Maybe I was making him less shy, after all! 

So I continued to play. Just to find out. 

Although I could easily have kept my face between his cheeks for the rest of my life, what I wanted more was to frustrate Mike to his wit’s end. So I sneakily snatched the vibrator off the couch… and when it was switched on and the buzzing filled the room, Mike twitched in anticipation. But that twitch was nothing compared to the full-body lurch that came when I pressed the vibrator to his hole. 

“Hnn!!–” he whined, a primal sound escaping his chest and echoing into the dorm room. His hips bucked forward, as if afraid, then crashed backward, aching for more friction through his body. Those whines kept coming, inadvertent, his body needing to express the desire and frustration flooding throughout him. 

“Hush,” I calmed with a laugh, but Mike couldn’t help it. The more he grinded his ass onto the vibrator, the more he whined. For how shy he claimed to be, he was being so loud — 

So loud, in fact, that there was a knock on the door. But not the front door, the door to the bedroom where my friends were hiding out. 

“You guys are shit at being subtle!” my one friend Angela yelled, a laugh at her voice. 

“We’ve heard the whole thing!” called my other friend, Lucy, from the other side of the door. 

“This is stupid, I’ve gotta see it for myself–” Angela then bust down the door, Lucy’s head popping out over her shoulder to get a peek as well. 

And, despite being well aware that he was being observed, Mike stayed utterly still. I grinned, so proud! 

“Aww, don’t you know he’s shy?” I cooed, stroking Mike’s hair as if petting a dog. 

“If he’s so shy, he shoulda been quieter!” Angela proclaimed. 

Lucy walked around to view Mike from the side, hand to her chin, inspecting, “I dunno, he still looks pretty turned on to me. Maybe he’s not as shy as he thinks he is!” She giggled, darting her eyes between Mike and Angela, a finger pointing at Mike’s cock, standing erect. 

“Ooh, maybe not!” Angela agreed, getting an eyeful herself. She flashed her eyes at me, before crouching down next to Mike, looking him in the eye. “Are you shy, Mike?” No response. “Dontcha wanna see what it’s like, havin’ three beautiful girls take care of ya?” There’s certainly enough of him to go around. 

At this, Mike trembled, and it was clear to me that he wanted to feel that vibrator back against his hole more than he cared about who was doing it — as long as I was there, he felt safe. These girls were just adding to the fun. Maybe he was learning that his shyness actually made things more fun, because it added that sense of humiliation and risk? 

“Here,” I said, holding the handle of the vibrator out to Angela. “You wanna try?” 

Lucy had a hopeful look in her eye. “I wanna see if we can make him loud enough that even the neighbors can hear!” 

“Oh, good idea!” Angela chimed. With a focused look in her eye, she slowly approached Mike’s hole with the vibrator. Mike trembled in anticipation; when the toy reached his hole again, that same deep groan left his chest, and his thighs trembled as if vibrating themselves. 

Curious, I knelt down, and sure enough, Mike’s thick cock was well erect now, looking flushed and needy. 

“I have a better idea, girls,” I proclaimed. Wordlessly, I held out my hand to Angela, and we exchanged the vibrator for the thick and heavy bulbous dildo. I then handed the vibrator to Lucy. “Here’s what you’re going to do,” I began, then whispered instructions to them. They grinned at me and got right to work. 

With the dildo properly lubed up, Angela, with her lip bitten in focus and desire, pressed the toy forward, slowly stretching Mike’s hole. I held my breath as I watched, knowing well that my panties were already soaked by now, but I was unable to tear my eyes away from this sight of Mike taking this toy. He’s such a good boy. He always takes everything I give him. 

Only when Mike was filled all the way to the base of the toy did Lucy switch on the vibrator. I could feel the tension from Mike as he wondered where that vibrator would be placed — and all this tension released with a sharp cry when Lucy held it to the tip of his cock. 

“Hhmmnn!!!–” 

I laughed, but Angela and Lucy were too engrossed in interacting with their plaything to be anything other than aroused by this display of need. Letting the girls play as they like, I began petting at Mike’s head again. 

“You’re doing so well…” I purred. “Isn’t it so much more fun, when you don’t have to worry about other people?” 

“Aah…” 

Angela thrusted the toy in and out, carefully, wanting to watch Mike take all of it, over and over. Every time he took it to the hilt, Mike grunted, low and coarse. I could tell that each thrust sent a wave of pleasure deep through him. “You’re so good, taking everything I give you.” I couldn’t help myself: the hand that wasn’t petting Mike’s hair slipped down between my legs. I gasped at how wet I was — I had not only soaked through my panties but my leggings as well, and my fingers were slick when I pulled my hand away. “Fuck,” I purred to myself, and dug my fingers back between my legs again, massaging myself in all the right places. 

That loud vibrator buzzed mercilessly against Mike’s cock. Lucy guided it up, down, around — all over. She was just having her fun, exploring Mike’s cock, enjoying seeing how the vibrator on different parts of him elicit different reactions. Whenever it vibrated against his tip, Mike’s body trembled terribly, and he bucked his hips back — which only thrust into the dildo. He was consumed by an inescapable pleasure, and it showed. Mike’s thick, pulsing cock had started to drip, precum leaking from his tip and onto the floor. 

“Aww, baby, look at you. You’re making such a mess.” I was scolding him, but I was more than aroused by it — my fingers worked faster in my pussy now, overcome by desire for Mike. “You don’t want to make a mess in someone else’s home, do you? Dripping all over this dorm room floor!” My breath was catching in my chest, but Mike’s breath had turned to heaving pants. He looked so delicious, bound and blindfolded and gagged, and being fucked so playfully by the exact people he was afraid of getting noticed by in the first place. 

The dildo was being pounded into his ass more heavily now, but Mike couldn’t help but fuck back into it. Lucy had grasped his cock to keep it still, only adding to the friction. His frantic panting, horrible trembling, and bright red blushing told me that he was close — 

“You’re going to come all over the floor, aren’t you. How rude.” I pet at his hair, but my hand was shaky, myself already so close to the edge. I bent down and whispered into his ear, “come for me, baby.” 

At this exact moment, Lucy had found Mike’s frenulum with the vibrator. This overwhelming stimulation made Mike’s entire body convulse, and he yelled out, deep voice surely audible in the hallway and other rooms. But he was being fucked so well. The dildo rubbing his prostate, the vibrator on his frenulum sending shocks through his cock, and me stroking his hair made Mike break — and with a loud, strained groan, he fucked his hips back onto the dildo, then into the vibrator, and his cum exploded onto the dorm room carpet. I watched as wave after wave of intense pleasure shot through him, overwhelmed by all the ways he was being fucked, and how exposed he felt, being played with by relative strangers. 

“Fuck–” With my fingers buried deep inside me, my hips bucked frantically down onto my hand. I was so proud of Mike, and so turned on by how hot he looked, being fucked by my friends. “Good boy, good boy, good job baby,” I purred as he came, all the while fucking into myself — until I finally lost my composure as well, and pleasure exploded through me as I came onto my fingers. 

“See how fun it is when you stop being so shy?”