CFNM Stories
The room sounded large. He felt warm light on his skin, heard the breathing of people around him, but he could see nothing. A few minutes ago, they had pulled the mask over his eyes.
He could feel the thick leather strap wrapped around his head, holding the mask in place. Gentle hands guided him along. Blindly, he stumbled forward. He heard voices. Female voices. Many female voices. What had he gotten himself into? A strong hand on his chest stopped his progress.
He felt fingers sliding over his shoulders, down, to his wrists. Something rough yet smooth was wrapped around his wrists. A rope? A cloth? He couldn't quite define it. With a jerk, things tightened around his wrists.
They didn't cut into the flesh, but were still easy to feel. Hands guided his hands upward. Now the pull on his wrists began. He felt his arms being pinned to an object. Free or even move, he could not now.
Goosebumps crept down his spine as he felt the hot breath in his ear. A sensual voice whispered, "So my little stud. Here sit ten beautiful women who want to see what you have to offer. And I hope for your sake that the presentation is worth it for us."
He could barely stifle a moan. Fear, horniness, shame, all these feelings were clenching in his chest. The previously almost imperceptible erection in his pants stirred to unimagined size. He felt the tightness of the elegant cloth pants he had chosen for this appointment.
"Ladies, I would like to present a brand new participant today." The voice rang loudly through the room and the whispers died down. "Let's get our subject undressed first!" A jeer from the crowd followed.
He felt nimble hands tugging at his shoes. In a flash, shoes and socks were off his feet. Deft hands unbuttoned his shirt, while other, far less delicate fingers loosened his belt and nearly ripped the button of his pants from its socket.
He felt the pants and boxer shorts being pulled down with force. The erection that had just been magnificent fizzled out in the sudden nakedness. He no longer felt any movement. The shirt hanging open at his shoulders, the pants at his ankles, and the ever-shrinking erection in the center of his body immediately forced themselves into his consciousness.
"As you can see, dear ladies, our subject apparently has a real problem. We're not really used to such a small manhood in this position." These words slammed into his ears like slaps in the face. He felt humiliated, wanting only to force an erection with mind power, but the faithful companion between his legs just wouldn't budge.
"I wonder if we should help him do it." Again the voice cracked through his thoughts like a whip. The cheering of the ladies resumed. Now he also felt the closeness of people around him again. His pants were brushed off his ankles. A hand surprisingly and firmly grabbed his best part and his testicles.
He wanted to flinch, but the straps on his hands prevented this. With gentle force, he was pulled forward. Under the unyielding hand, his best piece shrank even more. He felt something being pushed into the back of his knees. A firm edge pressed into his legs. The tension in his arms eased and the hand pushed him down.
It felt strange. His legs were slightly spread on supports, but his best part and butt were free. Immediately the tension on his arms was increased again. Now he felt bands around his thighs as well. These were fixed to the supports. He now sat with his legs spread open in front of an audience of unknown women.
He felt a tightness around his chest. Again, a strap was attached. Now he could not move at all. Then finally he felt deft fingers on the strap of his mask. A quick tug and the mask dropped down. He blinked in the bright light of the artificial illumination.
His blurred vision showed him a small hall. Seated on the comfortable looking chairs and armchairs were women in beautiful costumes. Leather, lacquer, fabric, all these materials combined into unique combinations. It felt like his best part was practically retracting into his body at the sight.
"Now look at him. The body is a real treat. But the tail? My goodness. I haven't seen a little guy like that in a long time." Ladies, why don't you come closer and examine our new toy?" The voice again. This time, however, he could tell who was speaking. A real lady, her whole body wrapped in red leather, was standing right at his side.
Her dark hair was combed tightly back, her face finely cut. The perfectly red lips contrasted excellently with the white of her skin. Her disparaging gaze continued to slide over his body. More and more he became aware of the inadequacies of his own existence, more and more he tried with all his might to force an erection.
Now the other ladies were also within reach. Individual faces flitted past his field of vision, eyeing his body and repeatedly whispering and laughing as they pointed to his crotch. The whole situation was becoming more and more uncomfortable for him. He was sure he would never get it up in this situation. But he had not counted on the hostess's resourcefulness.
"If our dear Mr. Limp Dick doesn't want to play along, I guess we'll have to force his hand." He saw the lady in red walk past his position and step behind him. He tried to follow her with glances, but she had already disappeared at his back.
Now he heard the soft whispering in his ear again."Open your mouth!" the voice commanded, gently yet firmly. Reflexively, he opened his mouth and felt something push into his oral cavity. He could no longer close his mouth.
Nor could he move his head as the straps of the gag were tightened not only on the back of his head, but on the backrest behind him. "You should learn to relax now, my little prince" the voice whispered in his ear again.
He didn't know what to expect. He heard the sound of rubber snapping behind him. Then at his right ear the sound of a screw cap. "Take a deep breath and relax!" These words reached his ear as he felt something cool and demanding between his buttocks.
Before he could even react, a slippery finger was pushed all the way into his rosette, which was cramping in shock. He wanted to scream, but the gag prevented him. He could no longer concentrate on the ladies in front of him. His eyes tried to look down and back.
But the finger inside him was more than practiced. Tiny movements and twists were enough to find in him exactly the point, which was considered the most sensitive in men. Waves of pleasure and excitement shot through his body. Whether wanted or not, his previously small and idle tail suddenly awoke to new life.
The whispering of the ladies present became louder again and demanded his attention. Still the skillful finger worked inside him, while the ladies stood in front of him, eyed his erection and nodded appreciatively. However, joy did not like to arise because of the situation. For redemption was not in sight.
The finger disappeared from inside him. He was relieved and disappointed at the same time. Disappointed? Disappointed about a feeling that he had so far rejected on principle? He was confused. He heard rubber clicking and then the lady in red stepped back into his field of vision. She held a ribbon in her hands and knelt between his widely spread legs.
He felt pressure, movement, a slight tug and then just tightness. With deft fingers, the lady had tied off his cock and balls. Now the erection would stay in place until he was granted a climax.
The Lady straightened up again and turned to the crowd. "Now, ladies. A simple game. Each of you now has 20 seconds in turn to make our test object come.
Aids are not allowed in this process, of course. Whoever succeeds may test this specimen for further resilience. As I have just discovered, this test subject is still completely inexperienced in his entrance area.
So the winner gets to have fun with this subject and a strap-on of her choice. Ladies, we will proceed in the order previously drawn."
He didn't know how he was going to get through this evening any longer.
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