Lisa gets some help

Jack was enjoying both the feeling of holding Lisa helpless, and the feeling of her ass sliding back and forth across his dick. It was wedged firmly in between her ass cheeks, not helping to stimulate her, but making sure she knew it was there, breaking down her resistance.

Then a bunch of fans, mostly male fans by the sound of it, started booing, and before he could react to it, his balls exploded with pain.

Dropping his hold on Lisa, Jack curled into a ball, clutching his aching balls. It was all he could do to open his eyes, but he wasn't surprised with what he saw. Lisa's two cronies, the Hartz Sisters, had shown up.

(Hartz Sisters tag team biography - https://chyoa.com/chapter/hartz-sisters.182888)

And Break, the skinny but slightly muscular goth, had kicked him with what felt like steel toe boots. He wondered why a white goth girl hung out with gangbangers, and then wondered why he would think about such a thing at a time like this.

"Fuckin' hell you're gonna pay for that, boy." Lisa got up to her knees. "First things first. Hold his arms Beat."

Beat sat down behind him and wrapped her arms over his, holding them behind his back. She was a black gangsta girl like Lisa, a bit on the chubby side but pretty strong underneath it. If Jack could've overpowered her at full endurance he couldn't after that kick.

Lisa grabbed his hair in one hand and his dick in the other. She wrapped her thumb and index finger around the base, then her other fingers underneath his balls, where she began to rub. Amazingly, his dick went straight up to full mast within seconds. She knelt down so that she was sitting on his right leg, pinning it in place. Break sat on his left leg.

"Damn right." Lisa spat on it, then switched her grip to his shaft. With a grip hard enough to hurt just a bit, she started pistoning her hand up and down. Jack gritted his teeth, waiting for her to try and make him submit, when he realized - too late - that she wasn't going to. His cock twitched, and Lisa yanked his head down so he was looking right at it as it erupted. The fans booed (although some female fans cheered) as his load splattered all over his face and dripped down into his lap.

Disgusted, Jack shook his head, trying to clean it as best he could. Break laughed and rubbed her hand on his face, smearing it around, then pulled his head up so he could look at Lisa. And he had to stop himself from gulping.

Lisa was just finishing up strapping on her own personal strap-on. It was made of black wet-look vinyl with two rows of gold dollar signs around the shaft. The buckles and studs on the harness part were also gold.

"Could've had a fun evening, boy..." Lisa said, walking up to him. "But now, this is MY evening." She thrust her hips forward, slapping the strap-on across his cheek. "Now OPEN UP and spit-shine it good unless you want me going in dry."