CFNM Fantasy Becomes a Nightmare

I never talked to Danni about something like this, nor do I think she ever anticipated seeing this side of me. All I know is that I was extremely nervous; an excited, hopeful nervous.

"What about me?" My words were tinged with both doubt and a begging validation.

Danni sipped her diet cola through a straw and looked up at me suspiciously. I did my best to read her mind, but to no avail.

"You? What about you, John?"

"I could do it," I blurted in response. My mind was racing. Oh, please, make this happen.

Danni and I had been work friends for about five years. We got along from the moment we met. However, our friendship had only existed inside the office; we never socialized outside the confines of our employer. One day, Danni left our company to join a different law firm. At 36, she was a few years younger than me, and while I was willing to ride out the rest of my career here, she still had a wealth of ambition.

Once she left the firm, we made it a point to get together for drinks. We had become too good of work friends to let our amiable relationship suddenly dissolve. When we met, there was a new looseness to us both; the shackles of the job were no longer there, and our conversations became more personal. As we dug deeper into each other's past - including old relationships and loves - we became better friends.

I did learn she was in and out of a rocky relationship with some guy - who even lived with her for a while - but the way she painted it, it was just a matter of time before it was over. I would tease her about it; the shit-or-get-off-the-pot challenge. Of course, she would find something equally unflattering about me.

One night over drinks, she persuaded me to tell a story of how I slept with one of our co-workers when we were both at the same firm. It was with a woman she despised; and for the first time, I thought I saw jealousy. Danni was sincerely disappointed in me.

"I can't believe you slept with Marla! She's a snake. What were you thinking?"



"I guess I wasn't thinking," I admitted.

"I have suddenly lost respect for you, John," she said dramatically. "You'll screw anything."

"I have needs," I laughed, making a sad attempt at humor.

"Needs, yeah," Danni responded, staring into her drink on the bar and shaking her head. "I oughta spank your fool ass."

I stayed silent and let that comment float in my brain, picturing myself bare ass over her knee.

The more we got together, the more I was drawn to Danni. In fact, I was actually a little frightened of her; the way she talked down about her boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend, depending on the day), and her unwavering confidence. Maybe it was arrogance. Knowing her as an attorney, she always had this commanding personality that took over the room. Even though I was a good foot taller than her, she made me feel smaller.

My growing crush on her was tempered and kept in check; I didn't want to admit this attraction to myself because she seemed so dominant. As much as I was in awe of her, I was also skittish of how subservient she made me feel. I am sure it was unintentional on her part, but it was still churning within me.

Hence, over time, she evolved into my private fantasies. The idea of a strong, controlling woman dominating me - a common theme among many men - was often in my mind as I lay in bed at night, stroking myself. I saw myself at her beck and call; serving her while totally naked.

The whole idea of being a naked servant for Danni - or any woman, really - was always just a dream. A unfulfilled fantasy living only in my head. There was never any genuine opportunity for me to put this into reality. "I oughta spank your fool ass." Sigh. Magical, teasing words; just casually tossed into my lap.

So now here we sat, over lunch at our regular catch-ups, and the favor I was offering her was sending my heart rate spiraling. I could do it.

As a side thing - mainly for fun, although Danni did like the extra money as she was on a mission to retire early - she sold Lindy Cosmetics. She was a Lindy Girl; those women who held Lindy Cosmetic "parties" in which they would invite over friends, present products, make sales, and keep a percentage for themselves. She had been doing this for almost ten years.

Apparently, she knew a fellow Lindy Girl who discovered she could apply her same talents to Freya Love, which held adult toy parties in the same vein. Obviously, much more risqué than cosmetics, but the sales concept was the same.

Now, I was a bit surprised at first, and I peppered her with questions. Basically, I was just gathering ammunition for my own fantasies, picturing Danni in black leather; having me tied and compliant. But what she said next started to give my fantasy some hope.

Danni had a brainstorm to increase her Freya Love party attendance. In this day of private on-line shopping and post-COVID hangovers, participation at her sales parties was steadily dropping. She liked the social aspect almost as much as the money, and she was reluctant to give in. So, as she usually does, she tried to adapt by changing.

"I want to have a man serving at the Freya party," she explained. "It's all women, so some beefcake to draw a crowd."

Picking at her garden salad, she continued. "And to make it interesting, every time I hit a certain dollar figure in sales, my server would remove a piece of clothing." She looked up from her salad to see my reaction.

"So the idea is the more the women spend, the more clothing comes off," I reiterated, seeking to understand. "Like, when you hit $100, off comes his shirt, $500 his pants, $1000 his everything?" I paused in thought. "I bet that could work," I offered with encouragement. I have to admit, I immediately felt a bit jealous.

"Something like that, yeah," she said matter-of-factly, nonplussed by my call-out to her stripping a guy nude at her party. "I'd have to work out the exact numbers, but that's the idea. Maybe not totally naked, though. But definitely down to a g-string."

I put down my iced tea. My mind was racing, thinking of some guy being stripped at an all-women's party. With Danni. I felt myself getting aroused just thinking about it.

"Would that be offensive to some women? I mean, would doing this have the opposite effect?" I asked.

Danni laughed. "Are you kidding me? You should hear these women talk! I keep serving them some cheap white wine on a Saturday afternoon, and let them see a male stripper, and they will go crazy! Besides," she added, "it is a sex toy party. It would be... appropriate," she smiled.

"So you'll be looking to find a male stripper? A professional?"

"That was my first thought, but they're going to be expensive. Plus I don't need the theatrics. I just need some eye candy." Looking down at her salad, she asked, "Know any sexy young hunks who would do this cheap?"

It was just an offhanded question, one I could ignore and let this all go away, or I could test myself. Holding steady, I answered, "How about a sexy older hunk?"

Danni continued to look down at her salad, poking at a questionable looking tomato slice.

"As long as they got the body, and they aren't some weirdo, and will do it for next to nothing... maybe."

"How about for free?" There I said it. I am putting it out there. God help me.

Instantly, Danni stopped torturing her tomato. Without moving her head, she rolled her eyes up to meet mine.

It was at this moment that I offered myself up to be Danni's "entertainment." My claiming I could do it breathlessly hung in the air between us.

It took Danni a sizable moment to realize I wasn't joking, and then her response was a fit of laughter.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I replied sarcastically.

Danni just continued to roll with laughter. And here we were. My fantasy cat, so to speak, was out of the bag.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said Danni, wiping away her tears with a napkin. "I just never thought... I just didn't think you'd be..." and she continued to laugh.

I rubbed my hands together anxiously; half-smiling, half-depressed at her reaction.

Noticing my recoil, Danni caught her breath. "OK, OK, sorry. Not that I don't think you're hot, it's just that I did not expect this. We have known each other for what; 5,6 years? I never saw this coming."

"Just offering to help out a friend," I offered weakly.

"Help out a friend," she repeated, her voice reeking with disbelief.

I keep quiet and waited.

"You're serious," she finally said, well beyond laughter at this point.

I nodded. "I am very serious."

Danni look unconvinced. "Are you sure you're this... weird?"

I laughed. "It's not that weird. I just have a little thing for being, um, objectified by women. Honestly, it just feeds my ego."

"I am not sure I am ready to see you in a little g-string," Danni replied, ending with a chuckle.

"Listen, you know I am not some creepy guy. I have never done anything like this before. It's just that, well; it's something I have always thought about. And I am not getting any younger.

"And this sounds like a safe environment. And honestly, if you see me in a g-string, I am OK with that. I mean, we almost got to that point before, sort of; when we, you know..."

".. kissed," she replied, finishing my sentence.

I nodded. Yeah, once after drinks, we did kiss. It was short and on the verge of innocent, but we did have a moment where we stared at each other in wonder. It was me who stepped back and didn't pursue any further; I knew it wasn't going to go anywhere because she had a boyfriend. But she still looked disappointed; her face was puzzled. Is there something wrong with me? it seemed to say at the time.

"And you know me, I am not going to go crazy on you. And best of all, I am free!" I offered in desperate rationalization.

Danni laughed. "This is crazy."

"Listen. Just think about it," I added.

Lunch ended on that note, and I didn't hear from Danni for two days. I thought I might have scared her off. Then I finally received a text, telling me to come over Saturday morning to seriously discuss this further. My heart skipped a beat as I read the text again and again.

That Saturday morning, I made my way over to Danni's townhome. She welcomed me and we exchanged semi-tense pleasantries.

Danni sat down on the sofa with a cup of coffee, crossed her legs, looked at me and plainly stated, "Strip."

"Just like that?" I stammered. "Right now?"

"Just like that. Stop stalling."

I let out an exasperated sigh with my hands on my hips, looking off to the side.

"Hey, if you can't do this right now, in front of just me, then there is no way I can believe you would in room full of women." She paused to let that sink in. "Come on. Take off your shirt."

I knew she was right. I quickly peeled off my shirt over my head, and tossed it to the side.

Danni nodded, and sipped her coffee. "Very nice. The ladies will love that. You look like you have a swimmer's body. Turn around."

I turned, feeling very much on the spot.

"Nice back. I'm liking the muscles, John."

I spun back around. Danni was smiling. She was enjoying toying with me. That dominant side in her was starting to glow.

With a flick of her finger and a confident smirk, she indicated to pull down my pants.

I stood there, impersonating ignorance.

"Your pants. Take them off."

"Danni!"

"Hey, I can always get someone else. Someone who doesn't hesitate."

Damn it. I kicked off my shoes, undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and awkwardly pulled them off, and stood there in my boxer-briefs.

"Nice quads. Turn."

I shuffled to swivel around. "Oh, the ladies will like grabbing that booty. Are you ready for that? If they get handsy?"

"I'll be fine," I flatly stated, starting to get annoyed.

"Now let's see the g-string."

"I didn't bring one."

"You didn't bring one? Do you have one?"

"No."

"Well, that's not good."

"I am sure I can get one."

"Jesus, John, you're giving me doubts. Alright, then. For now, pull down your shorts so I can see your butt."

"Are you serious?"

Danni broke out laughing. "Of course I'm serious. Let me see your ass."

"No way. Trust me. It's a nice butt."

Danni shook her head. "I knew you couldn't do this. Get dressed. I'll get someone else."

I saw my one chance of fulfilling this fantasy slipping away. With a mumbled 'shit' and agitated arms, I quickly pulled the back of my boxer briefs down to show Danni my very pale ass.

"Satisfied?" I said, bordering on irritation.

"Mmmm," I heard Danni murmur. "I love how obedient you are," she laughed.

I pulled my shorts up and grabbed my pants, embarrassed of this playful manipulation. "So, do we have a deal?" I pressed.

"Finish getting dressed, and then we will sit down and go through the numbers," Danni answered, adding, "The ladies will like slapping that ass."

I knew she was saying these things to see if if she could get me to back out. And while I was very nervous, I wanted to do this. I had to do this.

Danni proposed I show up in a suit, thus maximizing the number of pieces of clothing and also the number of "target sales levels" to hit. She quickly jotted down the following targets, where the indicated piece of clothing would be removed.

"The dollar values are a cumulative total," she explained.

Socks & shoes $50

Tie $100

Jacket $150

Shirt $300

Pants $500

Underwear $750.

"That would leave you in a g-string as soon as $750 is reached."

While she hadn't done too many adult toy parties, she did have some sales data. She showed me her past information and rarely it ever approached $500. But with the lure of me undressing; well, who knows.

"Since we don't know what impact the incentive will have, can we up the last two levels?" I asked. "How about something like $1000 for the pants, and $3000 to get to the g-string."

Danni shook her head. "Too high. I don't want to discourage them. I need to make it look achievable. How about pants at $600, to the g-string at $850?"

"$750 and $1500," I countered.

"$650 and $1200," she replied. "Listen, I have never topped $650."

"OK," I agreed, apprehensively.

"Don't you dare chicken out on me," Danni warned. "I now have exactly one month to organize this and get out invites. Once the invites are sent, you can't back out."

"I understand," I agreed, committing myself. "So how many invites will you send out?" I asked, attempting to gauge how wild this could be.

"Well, I will probably send out close to 40 invites, but only half ever come. So maybe 20 will show," she guessed.

Twenty to forty women aiming to get me down to a g-string, I imagined. Based on the dollar figures Danni showed me, I really didn't think I have to strip that far, but the thought of it caused my cock to harden and press inside my pants.

The month went by, and soon it was Saturday afternoon; day of the "party." I arrived at Danni's an hour early, and she was well into setup mode.

"Scared?" she questioned, wary of me backing out.

"A little," I replied. "So how many people are coming?" I asked, wondering how afraid I should be.

"I got 23 acceptances," Danni answered. "Can you put some of these folding chairs around the living room? Thanks."

"I hope I have enough chairs," mulled Danni, before following up on my question. "Yeah, I got a great response." Then smiling at me she added, "I think they are all coming for the 'entertainment.'"

"Oh boy," I muttered, and continued to help with the chairs.

"You look nice," Danni said, admiring my dark grey suit with a blue tie. "I have to ask... you have your g-string on?"

"Yes," I replied, uncomfortably. "But let's hope it doesn't get that far. Um, you think with that many women we will hit the $1200?"

"Ha. I hope it does get that far! That's the point," she countered. "Let's see," pondered Danni, doing some quick math in her head. "That's about $50 a person. I normally average only $25. If that's the case, we may only get your pants off," and she laughed.

That would mean I would be down to my boxer-briefs, which was my last defense before my g-string. Being in front of all these women in my underwear; I could handle that.

Danni showed me where the wine and other drinks were kept, and the assortment of ready-made appetizers - vegetables, crackers, dip, cheese; that sort of thing. I would be the server, and the only man for a room of two dozen women. Who knows; maybe I will meet someone.

Guests began arriving promptly at 1 PM, and I welcomed them as they looked me up and down. They were all very cordial and polite; a few "look what we have here" comments. All in all, it was effortless. I began to feel the rush of being the center of attention.

However, my apparent ease vanished when I opened the door and saw my boss, her administrative assistant, and a peer on my team; all women from my office.

"John! I didn't expect to see you here!," exclaimed my boss, Sara Rae Alderman. "I thought this was women only. Are you helping out Danni?"

"Um, yeah, just helping out," I stammered, my face turning a bright red. I couldn't tell if she was feigning knowledge of my role. Ultimately, it wouldn't matter. They were here.

Shannon Shelby, the cute twenty-three year old admin, blurted, "Wait... are you the entertainment?" She held up a printed copy of the email invite, which blared a 'strip-the-server' headline.

I couldn't even answer; my face burning.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Shannon. "This is hilarious!"

My boss and my colleague, Attorney Jo Cartwright, stepped by me, with huge smiles. After l let them in, I made my way over to Danni.

"Danni! What the fuck? Shannon and Jo... and Ms. Alderman are here? You invited them?" I was sweating.

"I always do," calmly answered Danni. "You know we all know each other. We all worked together. Remember?"

"Yeah, of course I remember, but I didn't think you'd invite them!"

"Why not? Did you really think you wouldn't see anyone you knew here? I mean, we worked at the same place for years. That's why I thought you couldn't do this." Danni shook her head. "Well, John, it's too late now."

Now I was entirely distracted, my nerves shaking my entire body at the thought of being stripped to my underwear in front of my boss and co-workers. Or to a g-string!

After about a half-hour, the headcount stood at 20. The fewer, the better, I reasoned; although seeing my co-workers dampened any optimism.

"Welcome, everyone!" announced Danni, as I stood quietly to attention by her side. "We are ready to begin, and as you know, we have a special, ah, incentive today," and Danni put her hand on my shoulder.

"Here's how it works, ladies," she continued, and laid out the dollar values of which I would remove my clothes.

"And John here is willing to go all the way down to his g-string, so the more items bought, the more we see!"

With this, the crowd of twenty whooped it up, and I did my best to smile to hide my anxiety. I glanced over at the ladies from work, and they were clapping and cheering as well. I sighed. What did I get myself into?

"Do we get to take him home?" joked a woman on the sofa, and the crowd laughed.

The presenting and selling started, and I busied myself by serving wine and the appetizers. The women continued to be polite, with some a little flirty, but nothing obnoxious. There were quite a few very pretty women here, and I was overly gentlemanly to them.

The event progressed smoothly. Danni would present an item, discuss its uses and merits, and see if anyone wanted to purchase. She would aside the item to a large folding table for further review and possible later purchase. As I knew she would be, Danni was smooth, efficient, and in control; even when handling sex toys.

I wondered how the women would react buying these items in front of each other. I mean, would they actually publicly buy a vibrator?

My curiosity was answered pretty quickly when the first dildo was bought, and then without hesitation; another. Thus, the $50 mark was hit, and the event paused to watch me take off my socks and shoes. I handed them to Danni who put them in the kitchen.

The crowd responded enthusiastically; a little wild in my judgement. It's only my feet, I thought. What will be the reaction when I...

My pondering was interrupted when another $50 was spent quite rapidly, hitting the $100 mark. Off came my tie. Only five minutes after that, the next level was hit, and I removed my jacket. Jesus, I thought, we are barely twenty minutes in and three levels were hit.

After a variety of self-pleasuring toys, Danni moved into bondage gear - ropes and cuffs, ball gags and restraints. These women, with ideas of tying up their man - or being tied - along with the wine, kept the place abuzz. When I saw my boss buying a restraint kit, I felt the playing field beginning to level. I know what you're up to, I smirked to myself.

Now, the first three levels were modestly low, and the next target had to essentially double the sales, and that would only get my shirt off. I began to relax a bit, even adding a bit of swagger to my serving. I felt like I was the one in charge; the one who had what they really wanted. Any tentativeness I had dissipated and I openly flirted. Danni shot me a quizzical look, as if to question what I was up to. I must have looked a little too happy.

As I had hoped, sales plodded along for the next twenty minutes, only inching their way to $300. It was here there was a knock on the door, and a late comer arrived. Many of the women knew her; it was Tamara Rice, a very successful business woman who owned a chain of hair salons across the city. Larger than life and a flashy dresser; she commanded attention. When she entered the room, she owned it.

After her apologies for being late and all the personal welcomes from the guests, she looked at me, smiled, and said "glad I didn't miss the best part of the show."

The selling soldiered on, and I saw one woman pointing at me and talking to Ms. Rice, and I assumed she was updating her on where we were, as Ms. Rice immediately bought some nipple clamps and hit the $300 quite easily.

"Take it off!" came a cry from across the room, and the place erupted in cheers. Good-naturedly, and with a touch of counterfeit shyness, I put down my appetizer tray and went to the center of the room and unbuttoned my shirt.

Now, I work out - a lot - and while I am not a bodybuilder, I have broad shoulders, a solid chest, and a flat stomach. Let's just say I am never afraid to take my shirt off at the beach. So when my shirt was removed, there were loud hoots of approval, and I drank them in.

It did feel weird now serving "topless" for these women, who, drink by drink, were getting rowdier. Going in my favor - as this had been going on for a while - I assumed most of the women were done with spending, and to get my pants off, they had to hit $650 - or another $350. I was believing that getting my shirt off may have been the end of it, and I had mixed feelings of relief and disappointment.

Now, up until this point, the women had been fairly respectful of me. Not too handsy and not at all rude. That is, until Danni started bringing out the toys to be used for - and used on - men. Ball stretchers, ball crushers, cock rings, penis and testicle leashes, and the one item that got the most applause - lockable chastity devices.

I suddenly felt frightened, as these women made no secret how much they wanted to keep a man's cock under lock and key. Or beat the shit out of it. As I continued to serve drinks, there was an increase of comments directed at me; and I assume, all men. Nothing too violent, but when you hear women cheering the presentation of a ball crusher, one takes notice.

There were a few more sales, but not enough to even put a dent in the next level. That is, until Tamara Rice said "ladies, I will put up another $500 if you can cover the rest."

Well, that set off a frenzy. Danni even volunteered to buy her own product. Not only did they hit the $650, they got all the way up to $1000, perilously close to the $1200 to get me to my g-string.

"Take it off! Take it off!" The chant was raucous as I moved to the center of the room. I looked over at the display table and saw the cock and ball torture devices, heard the women catcalling, and I felt very alone.

Danni walked over to me, poked me in the side with her finger, and whispered, "Come on, John, this is what you always wanted."

I removed my belt, undid my pants and pulled them down off my legs. As Danni swiftly grabbed them from me and I stood there awkwardly in my boxer-briefs, the crowd erupted into cheers.

"Ladies, only $200 more and he is down to his g-string!" announced Danni, thrilled at the revenue coming in. "Let's see what he's got!" I snapped my head in Danni's direction and gave her an 'are you serious?' look.

Women started calling for more drinks, and I hustled to serve them. It was at this point I started to feel like I bit off more than I could chew, scrambling around in my underwear. There was a severe reality check when I had to serve my three co-workers, and they made no qualms about surveying my near-naked body. Shannon took out her phone and kept taking pictures. Work was going to be hell Monday.

With all the newfound attention and clamoring, the selling paused as I made my way around the room to serve, much to the ladies' amusement. The women also started to get more tactile, and I felt my thighs being rubbed, and someone slapped my ass as I walked by.

I got shivers when I heard one woman yell "let's get him naked!" While I did feel the exhilaration I expected from my fantasy coming to life, there was also tremors of trepidation. A little while ago, I felt like I was in control, innocently flirting and having women desire me. Now I was a pawn in their game. They didn't wantonly desire me - they wanted me to be their circus monkey.

As I was navigating my anxiety, it was Tamara Rice who, once again, changed the game. She called me over, and I stood there as she sat and scanned my body.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked politely, but Ms. Rice ignored me and instead addressed Danni.

"Danni, dear," she spoke, with absolute fortitude in her voice. "Just give me $200 of some oils... ropes... anything... enough to get his drawers off."

The room erupted once again, and Ms. Rice just nodded at me, looked down at my underwear, and smiled.

"Let's get those off, honey."

Oh shit, I thought. I went to move into the middle of the room, and Tamara stopped me.

"You can take them off right here."

Uneasily, I slowly pulled down my underwear, which were quickly grabbed by someone. I stood facing Ms. Rice in my little black g-string. With it's thin string back, my whole ass was on display. The sides were tied into neat little bow knots. She just looked me up and down, which only made me shift restlessly in place. She knew her commanding presence held me captive, and I was at her mercy, and I am sure she could sense my fear.

"Nice bows," offered Ms. Rice, as she playfully fingered them. I held my breath praying she would not pull the knots clean.

The crowd of women were more than appreciative, and the screams of bacchanalia were deafening. I just kept staring at Ms. Rice; no way I wanted to see the faces of my co-workers.

My ass, facing much of the crowd, was now getting a lot of attention, and I endured random groping and slapping. This is what I wanted, I sighed in my head.

"Refill my glass, please" requested my benefactor, Ms. Rice, and I gladly took her glass and retreated to the kitchen, where I was away from the crowd. I felt the eyes tracing my ass as I walked away.

Danni joined me, shaking her head and laughing.

"I can't believe you did it," she said. "I thought for sure you'd chicken out." Danni looked down at my packaged crotch. "Nice g-string."

From the living room came another chorus of "take it off," and I just looked at Danni. "I am glad this is almost over." Not getting a response, I asked "isn't it?"

Danni just kept staring at my pouch as I refilled Tamara's glass. "As long as they keep buying, this keeps going."

I nodded, accepting my fate. I looked down at the little piece of fabric hiding my cock and balls and made my way back to Ms. Rice with her refill.

I re-entered the living room to more applause and cheers. Being in a room filled with women fueled with the sudden power over a near-naked man must have been intoxicating for them. As vulnerable as I felt, I questioned if they desired me in a weird sort of way. I wondered if this is how female strippers feel when the guys go crazy for them. My fear was beginning to dissolve; maybe I can get back in control.

"Ten minute, break, everyone!" announced Danni. I continued to work the room, refilling drinks. Many of the women engaged me in conversation; flirting, prodding to see more, rubbing my shoulders. A few even boldly massaged my ass. I felt my confidence returning as I got comfortable with my near-nudity.

That is, until my trio of co-workers beckoned me over to refill their drinks, and I was supremely humbled as I stood before them in my little swath of cloth covering my genitals.

"Well, well, John; can't say I've ever seen you like this," smiled Jo.

"Please get me a drink," snapped Shannon. Being an admin and used to taking orders, she was now thriving in her ability to be in charge.

I took her glass and walked to get her a refill, and when I returned, she said, "I just wanted to see your naked ass," and laughed.

"Let's take a group picture," suggested Shannon, a little too merrily. "The girls back at the office would love to see this!"

"Ah, can we not?" I pleaded, looking at my manager, Sara Rae.

"Don't look at me!" Sara Rae responded. "It wasn't my idea to be prancing about almost naked!"

Shannon grabbed one of the side bows and gently began to pull on it. "Come on, John; just one picture. Or would you rather I pull this string?"

I look at her horrified, and before I could answer she was giving another woman her phone, and asking her to take our picture. Sara Rae, as a manager, smartly declined to be in the photo, so with Shannon on one side of me, and Jo on the other, we posed. I had to put my arms around them, and Shannon put her hand on my stomach, dangerously close to my g-string. Jo's hand made its way down to my ass and gave it a squeeze as a stranger took picture after picture.

"Drink, please!" I heard from across the room, and I quickly excused myself, although it was a little too late. I am sure these pictures would be well-circulated within the office.

The break concluded, and I could pause from my neurotic socializing. Danni attempted to rally the troops to buy more, but the enthusiasm to buy had dropped off considerably.

"What's the amount to get him bare-ass naked?" yelled one woman, and a harmony of cheers arose supporting her request.

"Sorry, ladies, that's as far John committed to go," replied Danni, and everyone looked at me and a collective "awwww" filled the room.

I shrugged my shoulders as if to say "sorry" and picked up a few empty glasses and brought them to the kitchen sink.

Tamara Rice, savvy business owner and now my nemesis, stood up and proclaimed, "I will commit to buying another $1000 worth of product if Mr. Johnny here gives me his g-string."

A great ruckus gilled the room; I stopped dead in my tracks at the entrance of the kitchen and faced the crowd of leering, roaring women.

"That would be an extra thousand dollars for you, Danni," repeated Ms. Rice.

I looked over at Danni, waiting for her to decline, but she just stared back at me. "Well?" she said to me, hopefully.

"Danni!" I answered loudly and sternly, conveying that this was not agreed upon.

Danni replied back, "It's a thousand more dollars. And you wanted to do this? Remember?"

"But... but..."

Ms. Rice interrupted our public debate. "What do you mean, 'he wanted to do this?'", the question directed at Danni.

"Yeah, he volunteered. For free. He practically beg..." Danni caught herself.

"He... begged?" Ms. Rice added, concluding the unspoken part. She shot a glance at me; a deer in the headlights. "Is that so?"

I just stood there, and Ms. Rice walked over to me. Standing next to her, I felt so small in just my little g-string.

"Danni's your friend, right?" she said to me. I felt like I was tied to a chair and about to have my fingernails ripped off. She was intimidating in stature and confidence.

"Yes," I replied softly, and nodded.

"Then treat her like one."

With everyone completely silent, Tamara grasped the side ties of my g-string with both hands and pulled them, totally removing my last piece of clothing and leaving me 100% nude in a roomful of women. My freed cock released for all to see.

Ms. Rice stepped to the side, grabbed one of my hands, and raised it in the air as if I won a boxing match, and the room exploded into laughter and cheering as my cock and balls were fully on display.

Then, reaching down, she grabbed me by the cock and began walking me around the room, dragging me with my natural leash. Women were slapping my ass as I walked by. Tamara Rice was fully in charge and she was not fucking around.

Ms. Rice turned to face me, still grasping my cock, and said "How would you like to come work at one of my salons? You can serve all the ladies coffee and tea. Buck naked!" and she laughed.

I just stared at her in horror.

"Don't be so serious," and with her free hand, gave me a smack in the balls.

"Owww!" I yelped.

She released my cock and then tightly grabbed my balls. I was facing all the women in the room.

The grip on my nuts paralyzed me. "That's right, honey. You just stand there nicely or else I will tear your little testes off."

Tamara Rice, overflowing with fortitude, asked Danni, "how much did you pay for him? I think he should really buy some of your toys, too," eliciting copious laughter from the crowd.

Danni, from across the room, watched my face contort as Tamara twisted my nutsack. "He did this for free."

"For free?" answered Tamara, in surprise. "Well, that was awful sweet of you," she said, turning to look at me. "So you just wanted to be naked in a room full of women?"

"I didn't think I would be totally naked," I pleaded.

"Oh, don't lie now, honey," Tamara challenged. "You were wearing that tiny little g-string. You knew what you were doing, didn't you?"

With that, she re-grasped my balls even tighter.

"Yes... yes," I moaned.

"So this is your idea of a fantasy? You want us to admire you? Your body?"

"Yessss," I replied, on my tiptoes as she pulled my balls upwards.

Tamara turned back to the crowd. "Ladies, this is what he wanted. To be naked in front of a bunch of women, so we paw at him and want him and think he is oh-so-hot.

"I don't know about you, but I get tired of men making the rules all the time. And this is just him dictating these rules for his pleasure, his fantasy.

"You know how long it took me to get all of my salons up and running? You know how hard it was to get that first business loan from the bank? Because I was a woman?"

"Hey, I totally respect everything you have done," I began to appeal, trying to get on her good side. "What all women have done."

She did not like my interruption nor my flattery and she squeezed my balls harder. "And you respect us so much that you thought it would be cute to walk around in your little g-string, showing off for our amusement? In the safety of Miss Danni's home?"

Turning back to the crowd, Tamara went on. "You know how many strip clubs for men are in this city? Five? Six? How many for women? Zero.

"How about that lingerie coffee shop over on Turlock? And that radio station featuring the bikini car wash?

"And massage parlors? Must be a dozen of those. Just not fair.

"So let me just say that I love men and I love them even more naked.

"And today, we have our very own naked man. A volunteer! So we are gonna make his fantasy come true!

"Danni, be a dear and bring me that leash, the one for the testicles... with the little leather collar... yes, that one. You can put it on my bill."

Danni brought over a six foot leash, and on the end was a small, black leather collar with a buckle.

"I need some help. Can someone put this collar around his balls?" requested Tamara.

"I'll do it!" and Shannon enthusiastically stepped forward, took the leash from Ms. Rice, knelt down, and while Ms. Rice held my cock out out of the way, our office admin affixed the collar around my balls.

"Good and tight now."

"Ahhhh!" I screamed, as Shannon secured the leash around my balls.

"Now can you attach this leash... perfect!" Shannon stepped back, smiling broadly, admiring her handiwork and my captured state. She gave my balls a little jiggle before she retreated out of the way.

Ms. Rice released my balls from her grip, but now she had them on the end of a lead. She pulled upwards, causing me to raise onto my feet and gasp again in pain.

"Excellent." She threaded the leash back between my legs and she stood behind me. "On your hands and knees," she ordered.

I got down as instructed and I felt her pull the leash, effectively bringing my balls back as far as possible, on the other side of my ass.

"Now, be a good dog and crawl over to Danni."

Keeping my head down, I slowly crawled along the floor on all fours, hampered by Ms. Rice keeping the leash taut around my scrotum. I was afraid if I moved any quicker, she would pull my balls off.

"Now, Ms. Danni has been such a great hostess and she gave you this opportunity to live out your fantasy, so why don't you show her appreciation by kissing her feet."

Danni looked down at me, and I looked up at her. I was desperately seeking her help, but all she could do was smile and shake her head.

I lowered my head and put a kiss on each of Danni's feet. As I bent my head down to each foot, I was painfully aware I was giving everyone behind me an explicit show of my ass. I did my best to keep my legs together.

"Good boy," said Ms. Rice, condescendingly.

I heard Danni chuckle as I kissed her feet, and I looked back up at her. She was smiling widely. "I kind of like this," she laughed.

As I raised my head and straightened up on my knees, a woman to the side exclaimed, "Holy shit, his dick is hard!"

And it was. My cock was now pointing straight at Danni.

"Stand up," commanded Ms. Rice, still maintaining a tight grip on the leash around my balls, with my full erection springing into view to the delight of everyone.

"Will you look at that. Johnny here likes being led around my his balls, and kissing feet! It is his fantasy!"

Laughter filled the room, and I looked to the side and saw my three co-workers giggling wildly as well. Not only were a number of the women there taking pictures, but so were my colleagues, including my boss.

"Ladies, let's talk about balls," stated Ms. Rice matter-of-factly, giving mine a little shake with her hand. "How many here have had their man ask you to 'suck my balls,' 'lick my balls,' and how about 'don't forget the balls?'"

A loud murmur arose in the crowd of enthralled women, agreeing with Ms. Rice.

"I don't know about you, but I am sick of being told what to do with these useless things," continued Ms. Rice, giving my sack a swift upwards slap, eliciting a sad groan from me.

"Ladies, always remember that the balls are the key to your power." With that, Ms. Rice firmly grabbed my testicles and, like she did before, pulled them upwards, bringing me onto my tiptoes.

"You know what would be nice," began Ms. Rice, addressing Danni, "if we could see how some of these items are used." Ms. Rice pointed at the table filled with the wares being pedaled.

There was a loud "Yes!" coming from Tamara's right, and she looked over to see Shannon with her first pumped in the air.

"What's your name, dear?" Ms. Rice asked Shannon, still clutching my nuts.

"Shannon."

"And how do you know him?" asked Ms. Rice, twisting my balls forward.

"I'm the administrative assistant for his group at work."

"So he orders you around?"

"Well, yes. Setup meetings with clients, order supplies, proof read; that sort of thing."

"That's all?"

"Oh, bring him his coffee everyday. Sometimes run errands for him."

"You don't sound like an admin, you sound like a servant," observed Ms. Rice. "Run his errands? Personal errands? Hell, no!" Ms. Rice paused. "How does he treat you? Does he ever thank you?"

"He treats me; I don't know, OK; I guess. Saying thank you? Not that much. Sometimes. He's like the other guys in the office. You know, sometimes they flirt; say things about what I'm wearing..."

"Fucking men," Ms. Rice interrupted, shaking my balls. "Well, Ms. Shannon, let's put you in charge today. Go grab something from that table we can use to, say; adjust his attitude towards women."

Shannon looked over at our boss, Sara Rae, who just smiled and shrugged. Shannon broke out into a wide grin, and briskly went to the table, and came back with an item that was two plates; the bottom one made of solid metal and on top of it, one made of clear plastic. They were held together by four bolts with wing nuts in each corner. The intent was to place a man's balls between the two plates, and tighten the wing nuts - a ball crusher. The clear top plate allowed for an unobstructed view of a man's flattened testicles.

Ms. Rice laughed when Shannon brought back the item. "Great choice! Put it on him, Ms. Shannon," and Ms. Rice released my balls.

Shannon got down on her knees, eye level to my cock and balls, and removed the leash and collar. Taking the crusher, she slid my nuts in between the the two plates. My cock was still hard, and would have hit her in the forehead, but Ms. Rice grabbed it and pressed it against my abdomen, giving Shannon full access to my sack. Shannon, for her part, showed no hesitation; unabashedly manipulating my testicles as I stood there awkwardly. This is my admin, I thought in disbelief.

Shannon alternately began to tighten each of the four wing nuts, bringing the plates closer together and squeezing my balls. I began to hyperventilate in anticipation of my nuts being destroyed.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Shannon, stepping back to assess my crushed state. My testicles were completely flat, pressed against the plastic plate. I never thought they could be so compressed, and neither did all the women there, who congregated around me.

"Why don't you show Ms. Shannon your appreciation, and kiss her feet?" ordered Ms. Rice. I gingerly lowered myself to my knees, my squished balls dangling in their prison between my legs. Dropping my head, I gently kissed each of Shannon's shoes.

"And thank her," added Ms. Rice.

"Thank you..."

"Look up at her."

From my supplicant position, I looked up at a grinning Shannon. "Thank you for all you do for me," and I kissed her feet again.

"Now, don't you think you better get to serving us all?" Ms. Rice asked rhetorically, and with that, she motioned for me to stand up. Thus, I began to waddle about the room, legs spread to accommodate my compacted balls in their device, looking rather ridiculous.

It seemed everyone wanted a refill, just so I could come closer and they could see the amusement for themselves, and snap a few souvenir pictures.

"What about this?" yelled Shannon from across the room.

"Yes!" agreed Ms. Rice. I looked over to see Shannon holding a long faux fox's tail attached to a butt plug. "Go get your tail," ordered Ms. Rice.

I duckwalked over to the table were Shannon was holding the tail and a bottle of lube.

"Bend over, John," commanded Shannon, adding "I've always wanted to say that."

I bent over, resting my elbows on my knees, giving my office admin full access to my ass. I wanted to beg her to stop, but I knew it would only make Ms. Rice angrier. I felt the lubricated anal plug being inserted, and I grunted as she forced it in. I sensed my ass clenching after it was inserted as Shannon finished her work.

"There!" she said proudly. "Now, get me a refill"

I moved away from the table, my new tail dangling behind me, much to the laughter of all the women. To make matters worse, my erection - my only remaining symbol of male power - had dissolved into a limp, pitiful appendage; overshadowed by my captured and tortured balls. All of my manhood was reduced to mere silliness. I wasn't a man anymore. I was a joke.

After miserably refilling a few more glasses, Ms. Rice beckoned for me and Shannon to come to her. What now? Exasperation was beginning to fatigue me.

Ms. Rice handed Shannon a male masturbator; a tubular, jelly-like device. Shannon smiled. She lubricated the inside, and then looked at my flaccid cock. "This isn't going to work."

Ms. Rice looked at me. "Go on. Make yourself hard again."

I just looked at her incredulously. She wanted me to stroke myself here? In front of everyone?

Ms. Rice glared at my hesitation. "Now!" she commanded, and she went and gave each wing nut a few more turns, further crushing my already constricted balls.

Using my right hand, I took my three inches of shame and started stroking, as Shannon squirted some lube unceremoniously onto my cock.

I saw Sara Rae and Jo, my boss and peer, move in for a closer look; Jo taking a full body video of me jacking off in public. "Jerk Off Johnny," she laughed. "The office masturbator."

I stroked faster and faster, the ball crusher wagging back and forth between my legs. "Stop!" yelled Ms. Rice as the head of my dick began to turn red. "Hands behind your back!"

With my hands behind my back, my hard-on desperately flailing in the air, and my breathing heavy, Shannon slid the jelly sleeve over my cock. It felt so good. My loud "ohhhhhhh" of degraded appreciation was heard by all.

Hands still behind my back, I began thrusting my hips into the tube held by Shannon. She didn't even have to tell me to do it. It felt amazingly good, and despite everyone staring at me, and undeterred by Shannon shrieking with glee, I just wanted to cum. I was the fucking the hell out of the sleeve; my gasps and moans slipping out in desperate gulps.

However, as soon as I got close to a major ejaculation, Shannon pulled the sleeve away; my hard cock dancing fruitlessly in the air. A little drip of pre-cum hung from the tip of my excited boner.

"Ewwww!" came the unified exclamation from the crowd. I felt like crying; crying from shame and from this tortuous denial. I closed my eyes and whimpered like a scared puppy. I could imagine what I looked like. I knew how I felt. My fantasy - my dream - of having my ego fed by being naked and desired by so many women was decimated. Instead, I felt mocked and debased. It wasn't desire - it was derision.

"Oh, dear, you are making a mess," chastised Ms. Rice, making sure everyone saw my little emission. "Why don't you go get a paper towel and wipe that up?"

With my head hanging low, I moved to the kitchen, my hapless hard-on leading the way. The women parted for me lest they get some of my filth on them. I retrieved a paper towel, and getting on my hands and knees once more, wiped the floor clean.

"Don't forget to clean yourself," observed Ms. Rice, nodding at the moist head of my cock. Cleaning off my own semen while naked in front of almost two dozen dressed, staring women, was - up to this point - probably the single most humiliation of my life.

When I tried to stand, I stumbled, and fell back down onto one knee, letting out a loud, painful groan. The crusher around my balls was taking its toll. Wordlessly, I tried to express my pain through my gasping, and Ms. Rice, sensing something was wrong, grabbed my chin. "What's the matter? Not having fun?"

I panted and wiped the spittle from the corners of my mouth. "Please, Ms. Rice," I mouthed over heavy breaths, "my balls... it... really hurts."

"Shannon," answered Ms. Rice, "can you please free him? He's weaker than I thought."

Shannon came over, and one by one, undid each wing nut and finally releasing my overtaxed testicles.

"Thank you... thank you...," I groveled to my admin.

"Stand up," ordered Ms. Rice, and I did, holding my balls with both hands.

Ms. Rice pushed my hands aside. "Let me see."

With my hands at my side, I gave Ms. Rice my best puppy dog eyes; just hoping for a little compassion.

Slap!

Ms. Rice swung her right hand up and caught me square in the nuts, sending me crashing to the ground, holding my balls and writhing on the floor.

"Now, that's what real pain is," she deadpanned. She looked down at me, a beaten man; curled in the fetal position. "Are you crying?" she asked.

"No... no...," I mustered, "I'm OK."

Thankfully, some of the women, despite totally enjoying my situation, had other things to do and began excusing themselves from the event. However, for each woman leaving, Ms. Rice had me on my hand and knees to kiss each woman's feet, while thanking them for "letting me have my fantasy." Just saying those words each time brought even further shame that I did not think possible. Everyone was now well aware of my secret fetish, and I was kissing their feet, and thanking them for knowing.

Sara Rae, who drove both Jo and Shannon, announced she was leaving. "Ready to go, ladies?"

"I think I'll stay a little longer," replied Shannon. "I can Uber home."

"Me too," agreed Jo. "I wanna see where this goes."

Sara Rae laughed. "Don't get in trouble now," and she left.

Dammit, I thought. Haven't they seen enough?

Jo began furiously texting. "What's going on?" asked Shannon.

"I'm seeing if I can get a few more people here to see this," and Jo continued to text.

There were about eleven women left, and I had kissed so many feet I lost count. My erection had now subsided, my fantasy devolving into an embarrassing spectacle. I saw Tamara Rice talking with Danni, who nodded, left the room, and returned with a couple of boxes. As I was cleaning up, Ms. Rice announced, "ladies, I bought y'all a gift," and I watched as she started pulling out what looked like leather belts from one of the boxes. Watching as Ms. Rice started to put one on, I alarmingly realized it was a strap-on harness. Danni opened the second box and began handing out the accompanying dildos.

I couldn't contain myself and gasped "what are you going..." and stopped when Ms. Rice shot me a look.

"Hush, fantasy boy," stated Ms. Rice. "we are going to make all your dreams come true," and Tamara Rice, along with, Shannon, Danni, and several other women, fitted themselves with artificial cocks. A couple of the women, including Jo, politely declined the gifts. However, they didn't leave; content with watching what was about to happen.

As they finished, they stood around me; seven women and their threatening strap-ons. I could only stand there, hands at my side, thinking my cock looked so insignificant versus this army of weaponized women.

"Danni, dear," began Ms. Rice. "Do you have a bed we can use?"

"There's a guest room right down that hall," answered Danni. I couldn't help but notice Danni was happily going along with this ordeal.

"Great! And you may want to lay some towels down on the bed," suggested Ms. Rice.

Danni did as asked, and all the women moved into the guest bedroom, with my frightened, butt-plugged ass leading the way.

"On your knees," ordered Ms. Rice. I did as she said at the foot of the bed, as the seven women surrounded me, wagging their fake cocks.

I looked up at Danni, and she just shrugged and smiled. I looked at Shannon, and she was stroking her dildo. "Thank you, John, for making my fantasy come true. I always wanted to peg a guy in the ass."

"What... you're not going...," I said in exasperation. I felt a dildo slap me in the side of the face and turned to see Ms. Rice above. "Shut up and start sucking," she commanded.

Taking her dildo in my mouth, I began to suck it as Ms. Rice grabbed the back of my head pushed me upon it. I felt a number of the other dildos smacking me in the face and head. Ms. Rice pulled out, and ordered me to suck the next dildo. I didn't even know whose I was sucking; each cock came fast and hard into my mouth.

When I finally looked up, I saw I had Shannon's dildo against my lips.

"Jo, are you getting this?" asked Shannon, as she thrust back and forth, penetrating into my mouth.

"Oh, yes!" replied Jo, holding up her camera.

"Oooo, yes, look up at me with your big eyes, John," swooned Shannon. "I can see why you guys get off on eye contact."

Saliva was pouring out of my mouth, and I was beginning to gag. Each woman was relentless in trying to shove her dildo deep into my mouth.

I felt a hard slap across my face, and Ms. Rice was standing there bringing in her dildo for yet another smack. With that last, hard slap, Ms. Rice ordered, "Onto the bed! On your hands and knees!" As I stood up, Ms. Rice pulled the fox tail butt plug harshly out of my ass.

I climbed onto the bed and on the towel laid there by Danni, my feet hanging off the end; my ass spread and accessible by any woman standing behind me. I knew what was coming and I was powerless to stop it. I felt a warmth trickling down my ass, and soon a finger was probing me. I looked back over my shoulder and Ms. Rice was dripping lube down my crack. As her finger entered me, I gave a bit of a yip, and she laughed.

"Ladies," Ms. Rice explained, addressing the women circled around me. "Let me show you how it's done."

Tamara Rice was the first to enter me, and without any hesitation, began to fuck me in the ass. Ms. Rice was no small woman, and with her first thrust, almost knocked me off my hands.

She continued pegging me for a few minutes, and I felt a slight tingling build up; I was going to to ejaculate soon. But before I could, she pulled out. "Who's next? I got him and nice and loose," laughed Ms. Rice.

I couldn't see who it was, but another woman mounted me from behind, and she was cheering herself on. Again, it was just for a few minutes. The next woman to enter me began slapping my ass at the same time, and the one after that pulled the back of my hair. After this fourth woman, I was exhausted and dropped from hands onto my chest, arms stretched out in front of me.

As the fifth woman prepared to enter me, I heard her say, "ass up!" and I raised up on my knees, pushing my ass higher in the air, face flat on the bed.

Slam! Slam! Slam!

But despite this rotation of pegging, there was never enough constancy to get me off. I was in a perpetual state of frustration.

I heard Shannon say, "My turn! Jo, make sure you get this! Wooooo!" I closed my eyes as my department's admin teased my ass with her dildo. She would begin to enter, and then pull out; playfully goading my butt. Desperate and eager, I began to push back, enticing her to enter me.

"Ooooooo, someone really wants my cock!" Shannon mocked.

She finally invaded me, with a piercing slap on my ass.

"Oh, John, this is the best day ever!" she squealed, as I felt her smash into my backside.

When Shannon finally stopped, I really had no idea how many woman took me from behind. My ass was abused and sore, and I wanted it to end. I thought it might be over, and I began to struggle onto my hands when I heard, "one more."

I looked up and saw my friend, Danni, in front of me, looking down, her dildo aimed at my face.

"Well, John, I guess you won't be volunteering to help me again anytime soon," she laughed.

Danni was interrupted when the doorbell rang. "Who could that..."

"It's just friends from work," explained Jo. I texted them and asked them to come see this. Is that OK?"

"Sure! No problem!" enthused Danni.

As Danni got behind me, I heard voices coming form the living room, but I couldn't determine who it was. My concentration was destroyed when Danni commanded me to move.

"Roll over on your back," instructed Danni. "I want to see your face."

I slowly rolled over, my limp cock flopping listlessly into view. I looked at Danni with pleading eyes. Half of me wanted to beg her to not do this; but honestly, the other half was in this dream world. As Danni knelt between my legs above me, I longed for her to finish me off. My secret fantasy of Danni the dominatrix was materializing right before me. I needed her desperately; no matter how undignified.

She lifted my legs back towards my head. "Hold these," and I did, spreading myself wide open for her. Danni and I were now looking at each other in the eyes, as she slowly entered me.

As Danni began to thrust into me with increasing intensity, our eyes remained locked, although mine were beginning to glaze over as hers were filling with determination.

My cock flopped helplessly against my stomach as I moaned. "Please... don't stop."

"Oh, so you like this?" Danni questioned, teasingly.

"Yesssss," I hissed, deep in the throes of her control.

"You want to cum?" she ridiculed.

"Yes," I whispered again. "Please... make me cum... fuck me harder." My eyes closed and my head rolled to the side.

Danni stared at my cock. "You're not even hard," she observed. "Maybe you want me to stop? I don't excite you?"

"Don't... stop... don't... ever... stop," my words matching the rhythm of her push into my ass. I didn't care who was watching, who was taking pictures, or what I said. This was my moment, my time to let go, to enjoy my dream, to...

"Holy shit, he's really loving this!" came a new voice, interrupting my unleashed erotic meditation. I opened my eyes and looked up and saw a woman I recognized from work. And then another one! Jesus, I was just in a meeting with both of them yesterday!

Darla and Diana, the new arrivals Jo had texted to come, stood there, both with hands over their mouths, as Danni continued to fuck me. All my logical thought was lost, dissolved with shame and embarrassment; rolling over me like an ocean wave, pulling me under to depths I could never recover from.

Danni abruptly pulled out, denying me any chance of an orgasm, when she saw that with the two new women, there were two additional and very unexpected guests.

"Wow, John, I didn't know you were so kinky," said Josh, a twenty-something, athletic man who worked in the payroll department. Standing next to him was another male, same age.

"Thomas, this is John'" introduced Josh, pointing down at me. "John, this is my partner, Thomas."

I was speechless. I lay there, panting; dropping my legs down to the bed as Danni stepped back. Here I was, just fucked in the ass by seven different women, with the one woman I wanted to peg me stepping back so two guys could observe me.

"I'm impressed," mused Josh, his eyes smiling at me. "I never would have guessed you liked taking it up the ass." Thomas gave Josh a little slap on the butt, and laughed.

"And he loved it," explained Shannon. "And he was just begging Danni - this is the hostess, Danni..." and Shannon pointed at my friend, "... to let him cum. Begging!"

"I know the feeling," laughed Josh, and again Thomas gave him a teasing poke.

I was at a complete loss for words; my mind racing with what I should do. Do I just get up and end it? Do I cover myself? Do I beg for Danni to resume? Do I die right now?

Any semblance of a plan was dismantled when Ms. Rice stepped forward. "Would you like a turn?" she asked Josh.

Josh's hand began to rub over my thigh. I knew I should have protested, or brushed his hand away, but I couldn't. I was paralyzed.

"So the ladies invited us over," explained Josh, still caressing my thigh, sliding down to the inside of my leg, his hand dangerously close to my balls. "I hope you don't mind," he smiled, looking down at me.

"I... I... am... unh," was all I could stammer, as I felt Josh's hands pass over my testicles. My cock jolted in response.

I heard Ms. Rice chuckle. "Well, well, well," she observed. "All these fine ladies servicing you, but it looks like you really enjoy the touch of a man... mmm, mmm, mmm."

Before I could even attempt a denial, Josh's hand completely rubbed over my cock and balls. Thomas moved up closer to my head, and began massaging my shoulders. The room was so very quiet that my deepening breaths echoed. I swear I could hear my cock hardening.

I had no resistance, and I closed my eyes, just relishing the hands falling all over me.

I began to hear the removal of clothing; a shirt being pulled off over a head, the unzipping of pants, shoes clumsily kicked off.

"Please... no," I sighed, knowing I was in trouble.

"No? Or 'please yes?'" I heard Ms. Rice say.

Before I could answer, I felt Josh grab my cock and begin stroking; I felt close to exploding. My mouth opened, trying to form words of reluctance, but none came.

"Yes," I finally answered, my voice thin and surrendering.

"Ask nicely," said Ms. Rice.

"Please... make me... cum," I chortled, and I heard a refrain of giggles and whispers in the room.

Josh grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs towards my head, as Danni did minutes ago, rolling me onto the small of my back. Without being asked, I grabbed my legs and held myself spread open. I closed my eyes and felt his hard cock penetrate me. My deep inhale was just one in an ensemble as the women standing around us were amazed to be witnessing my deflowering by a real cock.

Josh began his rhythmic pushing back and forth, and I felt my body move with him. He was much stronger than any of the women, and the feeling became intense. He obviously knew what he was doing.

My panting and moaning became more pronounced as I lay there, quite aware of how the day transformed into this scenario; a madness I could not escape. My simple little clothed-female-nude-male fantasy devolved into me being pegged by seven women. And now a man was fucking my ass.

As my thoughts drifted helplessly, I was caught by surprise when a very hard and very real penis landed on my face. Thomas was now positioning himself so his cock lay upon my lips, sliding it back and forth, his balls slapping my right cheek. I turned my head sideways and let the offending cock drop right in front of my mouth, and if as I were on automatic, I began sucking Thomas's boner.

I knew I had a man's cock in my ass. I knew I had another one in my mouth. I knew I was spread naked on a bed, surrounded by a gaggle of women amused at my humiliation. I knew I was being filmed, and I knew everyone at work would soon would bear witness to my shame. But at that moment, I was too far gone; lost in overpowering eroticism.

It was getting even more compelling, as Josh was nailing my prostrate perfectly. The tingling tease I received when the ladies were taking their turns pegging me were child's play compared to the feeling I was getting now. Heeding my moans, Josh pressed on. Thomas, for his part, now had his hands on the back of my head and was relentlessly face fucking me.

Then it happened. I began to emit, albeit undramatically, semen from my cock, dribbling onto my stomach and rolling off to the side. No explosive ejaculation; just a submissive surrender of my cum, which seemed to be a metaphor for me. I heard the comments and commotion from the women. Josh, however, did not stop and rapidly increased his thrusting. Then it happened for him as well as he convulsed loudly and shot his load into my ass. The women cheered even more, as he slowed his pace and caught his breath. I had been properly ass fucked.

Josh released my legs and so did I, letting them lay off the end of the bed. With my hands free, I rolled onto my side, grabbing Thomas's hard-on with one hand, and really began to suck him off; bobbing my own head while twisting his cock with my hand. With this renewed attention and vigor, Thomas did not last long and he responded with a lusty, deep groan, and shot his cum into my mouth. My day of firsts continued, as I had just given my first official blow job.

I choked and sputtered, not using to having this taste; his cum spilling down the side of my face.

As Thomas finally removed himself from my mouth, I opened my eyes and saw everyone looking down at me, with mixed looks of surprise, shock, and glee.

Danni walked over. "You need to be more careful for what you wish for."

I couldn't respond. I couldn't even move.

I was quite the sight; my eyes closed, legs still spread, my cum pooled on my stomach and dripping down my side, and semen dribbling out of the corner of my mouth.

So I was left in the bedroom as the guests began to dissipate from the show; the laughter at my expense heading out the door. All the women at work made sure to come up to me, commenting on my performance. They took a few more pictures of my distressed state. "As pathetic as you were, begging to be pegged, it was pretty amazing. Thanks, John!" stated Shannon, and she gave my deflated and defeated cock one last long look and took a selfie with it.

Danni walked back in as the last guests were gone.

I rolled my head to one side, and asked, "Danni, why? Why did you do this too?"

She laughed and threw a towel on me to wipe myself off. "You know, John, you were so cute... so tentative; shy, really... when you asked me to do this that day at lunch. After I got over my surprise, I thought it was sweet how you tried to tell me about your... fantasy.

"And then today, at first I felt sorry for you. Especially when the girls from work showed up. You really looked shaken.

"But then I saw you flitting about; flirting... especially when your shirt came off. You seemed to be showing off. You were practically strutting around the room, like a proud rooster.

"I thought to myself, 'that little shit; he's not shy at all'. Then when Shannon mentioned how you are in the office, it reminded me of when I was there. The men treated me as if I weren't that smart; that somehow a woman lawyer wasn't legitimate.

"So when Tamara came and took over, it opened my eyes. I admit, I loved seeing you - a man - being put in your place. You guys and your stupid cocks." With that, Danni shook her head despairingly at me.

I sat up in the bed, wiping the cum from my face and stomach. I stood up and I wobbled; my legs weak from all the pegging. I looked down at my cock; tiny, spent, and publicly my weakness.

"Where do you want me to put this?" I asked, holding the soiled towel.

"Start a load of laundry with those towels on the bed," she ordered. "And after that, you can clean the house."

I didn't bat an eye. Her tone was commanding; no 'please' or 'thank you.'

"Where did you put my clothes?" I asked, hopeful to reclaim some of my modesty back.

"You'll get them when you're finished cleaning," she firmly replied.

Still nude, I began the tasks. I collected all the empty glasses, washed them, swept and vacuumed, and put away all the folding chairs. The whole time Danni sat on the sofa, either watching me or fidgeting with her phone.

"Well, you will have a rough day at work Monday," Danni reflected. "All these pics and videos of you are already making the rounds." She paused to watch a video. "Wow. You really look like you enjoyed giving that blow job." She held up the phone so I could see. There I was, enthusiastically sucking on a cock.

What could I say? Or do? My fate was sealed. Quietly, I continued to clean. Danni put down her phone and walked over to the table where her wares were displayed. "Come here," she ordered.

"I have to admit," Danni confessed, as I approached the table. "I like having a housemaid." She surveyed the table before picking up several chastity cages and measuring them against my shriveled penis.

"This one will be perfect. Hold still." With that, she manipulated my cock and balls into a metal chastity device. Using a tiny lock, she secured it in place and pocketed the key. I stood there, dumbfounded. Was I hers now? Was this a commitment? Are we in a relationship?

"Um, does this mean... I'm your boyfriend?" I asked.

Danni let out a huge laugh. "No! But I do like this very obedient you. I saw a whole new side of you. I like having someone clean up. Let's just say you work for me now."

Confused, I looked down at my imprisoned penis, sad and useless in its cage.

"Yeah, I own this now," she offered, jiggling my cage with her hand. "I could never sleep with you. Not after what I saw today. You really liked it when Josh fucked you. No, you're a little too - what's the word? - weak, too timid - for me."

"But... I didn't... I'm..." I stammered.

"Hush," Danni silenced me, and abruptly added, "kiss my feet."

At her command, I shut up, and dropped to my hands and knees and lavished Danni's feet with kiss after kiss. I couldn't do it enough. I heard Danni laugh. "See what I mean? OK, stand up."

I stood up, and Danni took hold of my cage.

"Look how hard you are trying to get!" My cock was futile in its attempt to become erect; it's pink, fleshy skin trying to squeeze though the rails. "You really like serving me," Danni observed. "Servant, yes; boyfriend, never."

Danni let go of my cage, walked past me and gave my ass a firm swat.

"Here's the deal," she began. "Once a month, you will come over and clean my townhome. Nude. Except for your cage, of course.

"And in about in two months, we will be doing another sales party. Except this time, you will start fully naked and will be a demonstration model for many of the toys. You know how many ball crushers I ended up selling?"

I just stared at Danni, trying to process having to do this again.

"At these parties, I will unlock you so you will have a chance to ejaculate. Provided you're a good boy," she smiled. "Two months of being locked up should have you good and horny. And willing to do anything in order to cum.

"And Josh and Thomas said they could bring some of their friends as well. That seemed to make you climax pretty well."

The recent flashback of Josh having me on my back, fucking me in the ass, with Thomas's cock in my mouth, overwhelmed me. I felt so small, sentenced to a locked cock for months with my only future relief looking to be a cock in my ass. I felt years away from when I naively volunteered to help Danni out for this event. My ego-fueled fantasy was now my burden.

Danni paused and looked at me in my extended silence.

"John? You have a problem with that?"

"No; no problem," I replied, and I could still taste the soured cum lingering in my mouth.