A familiar...ish dream.

Back in the arena... Standing there nude... This time there’s a full audience, although you can’t make out any details amongst the crowd.

You look around just to see if anyone would stand out, doing a full circle before, much like last time, you are grabbed from behind.

This time however, it isn’t somebody mysterious holding you in place.

“Bonjour...” Clara seductively greets you in her usual way, planting a kiss on your cheek as you turn your head.

And, of course, when you turn back...

“Heyyyyy John.”

Summer.

And Summer being Summer, her hand is on your cock before you can even react. Not that you could do anything to stop it with Clara’s hold on you.

As you have already experienced, Summer really knows what she is doing too. It doesn’t take long before her handiwork has you hard in her hands. Trying your best to resist, you shut your eyes and shake in place. The idea was to make it more awkward, but in practice it just helps the girls, an extra little bit of pleasurable friction vibrating along your length.

The pair of them notice your attempt at resistance and chuckle in unison.

“Trying to resist, hmm?” Summer says, as Clara starts kissing and nibbling on your neck.

“Good luck...” Clara whispers, as Summer stops stroking and begins sucking instead, making resistance all the more difficult and making you let out a slight moan.

“Thaaaaaat’s it...” she continues, “Enjoooooy it”

“Oooh, I can feel him pulsing! He must be getting close!” Summer pulls away to reveal, before immediately returning to your cock.

The audience begins to chant, well aware there is no chance for escape: “Make him cum! Make him cum!” The echoes ring around the arena.

“Listen to them. Listen to me.” Clara quietly demands, lips right beside your ear. “Cum for us. Cum for Summer. Cum for me. Become. My. Plaything.”

“FUUUUuuuu-“ you start to yell as everything turns white.

“-uuuuCCCCCKKK!” You wake up, with a start. Feeling sweaty and sticky, you check your underwear. Yup. More white...

“...Well they need to go in the wash” you say as you chuck them in the basket, “And I need a shower...” you sigh, heading towards the bathroom.