A quartet of aggressive admirers.

From the moment I’m tackled my vision goes half-blank. I dissociate long enough that whoever hit me gets the chance to carry my half-dressed frame all the way across the studio and into the makeshift little fuck-room in the back. When my mind catches up to the rest of me being groped by nearly eight women’s hands, I notice that the attackers are four girls I know too well…

A Hijab blocks my vision, while blue lipstick and blonde and brown hair come briefly into frame. Tess, Wanda, Camilla, and Fareehah are all giggling like imps while they grapple my ass and other muscles— with numbers on their side, they overpower me in like, half a second.

“Hey— Wait! What are you doing!?” I shout as four woman **** me to the ground at once. Handcuffs shining like Christmas ornaments in the fluorescent lighting, and my jeans already being yanked down my hips is the closest I get to an answer.

My left arm is held fast by Fareehah, who’s utterly transfixed by my embarrassment and struggles; my right arm secured by Camilla, ogling the ripple of my muscles and doing her best to keep me in her grasp; Tess and Wanda are peeling my only piece of clothing away while they hold my legs, and for just long enough that Fareehah gets the pair of handcuffs around my wrists.

Laughter floods the small room when my cock springs out for the lusty ladies again; my blush returning in full ****. “What’s going on!?” I beg, countenance flushed scarlet as the women holding me down laugh.

“We’re gonna fuck you senseless!” Wanda shouts, eyeing my stiffening privates like they were a four course meal.

“Wait? All at once!?”

“That’s the plan, Sexy~” Tess trills as she whisks my jeans off my ankles and tosses them into a wolf-whistling audience, leaving me buck-ass-nude besides my handcuffs while the women I colluded with descend upon me like locusts. Their eyes are all ablaze with lust, their hands groping at me with irrepressible anticipation, but Wanda is the first to steal a fistful of my dick while she laughs triumphant.

My face burns vermillion as the rest of the crew crowds the door with their phones and camcorders pointed at my naked body; giggling and pointing while Wanda holds me down by my cock.

“Gotcha, shy guy~” the black beauty teases, pumping my shaft as I struggle in the grips of four laughing vixens. “You know, you were so mean to us, leaving your friends out while you had all that fun with Ruby… I think a naughty, naughty boy like you deserves to be punished~”