She had been excited the entire week leading up to this, the promise of having her girlfriends over was clearly overwhelming her, and we spent most of the day before preparing for their arrival. We had movies planned out, snacks and drinks ready, and even a few games to play in case the movies bombed.

Geena was thankful for my help in getting everything ready for her friends, all throughout the day she was incredibly affectionate leading up to it.

When her friends finally arrived, Geena greeted them all and let them each disperse into their own areas to get ready, putting their stuff down before diving into a few snacks and giggling on the sofa. Before I had a chance to dip out for the night, Geena pulled me aside and pinned my back against the wall, whispering into my ear seductively, but with a tinge of sadism in her voice.

“I’ve already organized it. You’re going to be serving us tonight!”

I just looked at her quizzically for a moment, but when I saw her face, still smiling innocently at my confused gaze, I realized she indeed isn’t joking. I had little choice but to accept, the subtle notion that it had already been arranged was hanging in the air. Geena eagerly grabbed my hand and led me to our bedroom, where she practically shoved me inside and left me to get ready, claiming everything I should need is on the bed, and to come down with nothing else.

What I found sent a shiver down my spine. A set of cuffs that link together loose enough for me to put them on by myself and a black leather collar. I just stood there looking at the two objects, the words she had spoken earlier still ringing in my head. Come down with nothing else. Which implied that I would be walking out of this room naked, cuffed, and collared in front of her friends. Immediately, I thought ‘No way is that happening’, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I don’t really have a choice in the matter, not only did I agree with Geena that I’d help in any way I could, but with her so excited, I couldn’t disappoint her like this…

Reluctantly, I stripped down until I was naked, then clicked the leather cuffs onto my wrists, feeling the metal links between my wrists weigh me down before I applied the collar to my neck. Now ‘fully dressed’, I was left to stare at the bedroom door, a group of girls waiting expectantly just beyond it, but a nervous guy still waiting behind it.

I screwed my eyes shut and tried to fill myself with a sudden burst of false-confidence, which worked for me to step forward and turn at the handle, but quickly left my body when I opened my eyes to see who was waiting. As it turns out, Geena had gathered her friends and were all waiting outside of the door, arms folded with wide grins on their faces.

“I know you said he’s a grower, but… are you sure?”

“Just wait until later, you’ll see~”

The girls speaking about my manhood so nonchalantly was humiliating enough, but my cheeks only reddened more as they seemed so comfortable with the situation, whilst I felt as if I wanted to melt away into the floorboards!

A few moments passed, and after they seemed to have finished appraising me, Geena grabbed at my shackles and pulled me toward the living room. Despite being dressed like her slave, I didn’t expect to be treated like one, at least not in front of her friends, nevertheless, I was guided to an odd looking harness that she seemed to have pulled out from somewhere.

“Get in.”

Geena snapped her fingers and pointed at it, clearly having slipped into her domineering role already. With a slight bit of hesitance, but urged on under her gaze, I laid my body across the wooden support, and let my hands fall down in front of me. I was effectively held on my stomach, legs either side and my hands down in front of my face, though a few sudden pulls at some straps, and I was held in place. That moment is when the true gravity of the humiliating position sunk in.

I was urged on by Geena’s dominance, but now that she had let me think for a moment, I realized again that I’m naked, the cold air stinging against my skin as her friends look on and giggle at my predicament. As if to emphasize my situation, Geena wraps something around my head from in front, which forces me to part my lips. Absent-mindedly I allowed it, only to suddenly realize I had been gagged so easily!

Now completely helpless, my heart racing at how nervous I had become, I heard the words Geena had likely been waiting to say since they arrived.

“Alright girls, our entertainment is ready~!”

With that, a sound of wheels rolling against the floor was heard from behind me, followed by silence as faint murmuring over choices and decisions were the only sounds in the room. That is until I felt a searing pain against my ass, one of the girls having apparently grabbed a paddle, and had begun spanking it across my cheeks. My stifled whimpers for mercy elicited laughter from the girls, who only responded with more spankings, apparently savouring the sight of my body quivering from the sudden rush of pain. Despite the discomfort, I couldn’t deny my arousal, which Geena was happy to point out.

“See girls? I told you he’s a grower~”

The paddling suddenly stops, replaced by a few prodding fingers and gentle stroking as unfamiliar hands explore my exposed cock, a few words exchanged between them.

“My god, how did it grow so much?”

It was nice to hear their words, almost sounding like praise, but the way they spoke about it as if an object, rather than something I owned was humiliating enough, digging in the feeling of being treated as their slave for the evening.

With their attention snapped away from spanking my poor ass, the group of girls had taken a liking to my dick, and were now enthralled by each twitch and spasm they could urge from it. They took turns, one of them deciding that a few light kisses and licking was the best way to watch my cock spasm in front of her, the hot breath brushing against my skin as she laughed was enough stimulation to elicit more twitches, which only fueled the endless cycle.

Another seemed to think that some light flicks and squeezing was the best way, enjoying how the sudden rush of pain made me squirm in my bindings. The last one had the winner, instantly gripping at my shaft and jerking me off without any semblance of build-up, instantly bringing me close to the edge, then letting go as my moaning became too erratic for her liking.

“Now that’s how you edge a cock!”

The girls seemed to regain interest, crowding around once again as they took turns stroking my shaft, massaging my balls when it wasn’t their turn, or even spanking me lightly between edges. The next few minutes was absolute torture, something guys likely dream of was now feeling like a punishment as a group of curious women watch as they edge me senselessly over and over again.

Geena had apparently stepped in, the feeling of her standing behind me was familiar enough, and I could feel her there straight away. She had come with a purpose, as she eagerly gropes at my ass, before suddenly slipping two of her fingers past my cheeks and into my quivering hole. The girls gasp as they watch her finger me, but stop questioning her as they listen to how desperate my moans suddenly became.

They couldn’t help but openly laugh at my own pleasure, which only dug that submissive feeling deeper. Before long, I felt the many orgasms that the girls had built up all coming at once, Geena having found my sensitive spot inside of me, and was pressing against it without mercy. All of a sudden, the girls each let go as they gasped, my cock spasming pathetically in the air as I painted my own thighs, as well as the floor below me, with an absolute torrent of cum.

The girls’ surprise was apparent, not expecting such a heavy load, despite how much they had unknowingly edged me.

“Now that he’s empty, let’s head over and enjoy the movie together, ladies!”

With that, they left me there, quivering against my bindings in the afterglow of my orgasm, left twitching and whimpering against my gag as the sudden absence of teasing and pleasure filled me with a deep desire.

That feeling didn’t last, as after a few minutes, one of the girls had decided they wanted even more of a show, and knelt behind me as she began edging me all over again. My oversensitive cock could only respond with what she wanted, desperately being thrown to the edge with ease over and over again, until finally, she stood up behind me and began pounding two of her fingers inside of me, listening to my squeals as she laughed.

Seeing how long it was taking, Geena walked over, joining her friend behind me as she guided her hand to the right place.

“No, like this!”

And quickly, I was forced to another mind-melting orgasm, screaming into my gag as the intensity was overwhelming, the floor being painted once again with my pent-up load as my cock twitched in the air. She had apparently taken a great amount of pleasure in subjecting me to this, as I heard her walk back to the sofa, the distinct sounds of her fingering herself could be heard over the movie, but my attention was forced to something else. Seeing her enjoyment, another one of Geena’s friends knelt behind me, wanting the same display I had shown only moments ago.

Each of the girls settled into their rhythm during the remainder of the evening. They took turns either edging me gently as I whimpered against my gag, or used their fingers to overstimulate my prostate as they stroked, effectively milking me as the others giggled at the sight of it. I couldn’t help my body from writhing in my straps during the entire ordeal, the sheer amount of pleasure was mind-blowing, but so was the humiliation as I heard Geena’s own laughter mixing with her friends’ giggles at my expense.

After what felt like hours at their mercy, their visits by my side died down as they settled into their movie night, leaving me tied to this toy all the while. Thinking I may have finally found some time to relax and recover, I heard the chilling sound of footsteps from behind me, and I let out a few defeated whimpers against my gag.

The woman leaned over to my ear, whispering into my mind with her sadistic tone.

“I wouldn’t want you feeling all alone…”

With that said, I felt a sudden sharp pain against my backside, only this time it wasn’t a pair of fingers. She had pressed something cold and hard into my ass, and in a painful shock, it slipped in with a show of force.

“Great! See you tomorrow~”

She strutted off, leaving me there with an unfamiliar pain inside of myself, and I tried to find a comfortable position with the threat of ‘tomorrow’ ringing in my head. As if sensing my sudden comfort, the toy suddenly sprang to life, vibrating intensely as it coursed a shockwave of pleasure across my body. It’s then that I realized what kind of toy this was, the buzzing was focused at a single point, right against my prostate!

This was a prostate massager, and as the vibrations only intensified, my discomfort grew, until I was forcefully thrown to the edge of orgasm by it, a pitiful dribble from my dick in response to it’s relentless torture. Gagged and bound, their promise of tomorrow was kept, and I spent that entire night thrashing in my bindings as I listened to the giggles of the women behind me. My overstimulated mind was sometimes graced by one of the girls coming over to join in my torture, either spanking me as I came in front of them, or simply speaking down to me as they fingered themselves at the sight of what I was subjected to.

My dick spasmed for their entertainment long after they had fallen asleep, and by the morning, I was completely exhausted, but happy to see Geena’s kind smile to signal I was finally allowed to rest.