How do you think?

Terrible, if that wasn't obvious.

Austin grabbed the back of my neck, and **** me forward, towards the front of the house. Others coming into and out of the party stared as we walked by, pointing, laughing, whispering, or just giving confused looks.

I tried to say something. I tried to move. I tried to will my dick to soften. But nothing happened. I couldn't do anything. I was too shocked and embarrassed to respond to anything. All I could do was walk with Austin; my heart hammering and face bright red.

The second we walked through the front door, Austin called out for everyone's attention in a booming voice, to my horror, sending all eyes directly on me.

"EVERYONE!" He began, in a feigned responsible officer voice, "I was out on patrol, when I ran into this little perv here streaking around, exposing himself to innocent bystanders. Obviously, as a legitimate cop, I had to cuff him before coming over here. Sorry for taking up your time, I just thought I'd inform you all rather than have you discover some mindless perv running around the party."

I was dying at this point. Practically everyone at this party was staring directly at me. It didn't matter whether they actually thought Austin had saw me streaking and decided to take me, or if they just thought I was playing a part in his officer costume for the party. Everyone could see my dick standing at full mast. This could not possibly get any worse.

I need to stop saying that.

"By the way..." Austin comtinued to my shock, "Feel free to interrogate, investigate, and feel up this criminal. He can't do much anyways, so you can do whatever you want to him." He spoke, sending me a malicious grin.

Before sending me off to the crowd, Austin pulled me close, as he leaned down and whispered to me. "Go along with my streaker story. Or, like I said earlier, you're never geting those cuffs off." All I could do was knod in response. And with that, he spanked me hard, sending me stumbling into a crowed of people, before walking over to where the **** was supplied.

What occurred next was the worst hour of my life. Groped and felt up all over my body. I felt hands constantly fondling and playing with my penis and balls. Giving me pleasure I did not want to receive. But my body reacted despite my mental commands, and I started to leak precum from the tip of my dick, as it continuously twitched.

I was bombarded with questions like "Were you really streaking?" "Did Austin pay you to do this?" And "Are you enjoying this?" To my dissmay, I had **** but to tell them that I was a perv who got off to exposure, sending them into fits of laughter.

To my horror, the **** stimulation on my penis after so long of not getting off was getting me dangerously close to climax. I could feel the tip of my head tingling. If this went on any longer I would probably explode without even touching myself.

Thankfully, Austin came over, announcing that our time at the party was over. I felt so relieved that I wouldn't be giving the crowd an unwilling showcase of an orgasm... for about a minute.

Austin decided to give one final farewell to everyone, once again calling everyone's attention to me again.

"Thank you all for your kind hospitality. I hope this criminal here hasn't caused any trouble." With that mention of me, he reached down and forcibly grabbed my balls, shaking both them and me penis around.

That was it. The final tipping point. I couldn't hold it in any longer. "NO!" I thought as semen rocketed out of my incredibly hardened penis, splattering up onto my chest and out onto the floor in front of me, as the crowed cheered at my unwilling ejaculation. I was completely and utterly humiliated. All I could do was pant heavily; little drops of cum dribbling out of my dick as Austin walked me out to the car, before laughing about how much of a pervert I was. But I was done. I couldn't take anymore that night.

My roommates opened the door, and I walked in, blushing, without a word, staring down at the ground with my now finally flacid penis swaying along.

I made it to my still empty room, laid down on the floor, now dried sploches of cum stuck to my stomach and chest, as I passed out.