A group of female guests

The sound of footsteps grows louder. In fact, it doesn't sound like just one pair of footsteps but a group of them. Around a dozen or so heels clacking off of the concrete floor and reverberating around the warehouse. You attempt to crane your neck to see who's coming up behind you, but it's fruitless.

"-and behind here are a couple of retired pillories from Red Bush's era. Oh...not so retired it seems." A voice that reeks of tour guide announces behind you. "Sheila must be running her racket on the sailors again."

"Oh-my-god, is that a boy? Look, he even has his pants down!" A Latina sounding woman's voice sings out from behind you.

"He's wearing a guest band too! Scandalous!" Another lady squeals in delight as she comes up beside you. You try to tilt yourself to see the groups faces, but you only manage to catch a few summer dressed torso's and feet.

"I can't believe a man would choose to have themselves locked up like this." One of the woman mocks, causing you to redden uncontrollably.

"Mmmm, well I sure wouldn't mind being fucked by a line of futanari sailors." The Latina giggles and runs her hand up your parted leg before giving your balls a gentle squeeze.

"Maria!" A shocked voice admonishes before they all break into fits of laughter.

"I can square it with Sheila if you girls want to stop and play with him for a bit?" The voice you identify as being the tour guide's interjects. "We are running a few minutes ahead of schedule anyway..."