More than he can handle

The women led George outside the tent where they were waiting. Kaitlyn stood up and followed them discreetly. Once they were out of earshot of the other guests, they stopped and George was brought to his knees.

One of the women placed a collar around his neck. It was a small piece of metal with a chain attached to it. The other woman handed her a key. Then she unlocked the ring on his cock. As soon as she removed the ring, his cock sprang to life, fully erect. His cock had gone soft during the race because of the potion, but now he was ready to perform. The ring would have allowed Mary to keep track of his whereabouts. It was also symbolic; rather than Mary's husband, he was currently solely the Queen's subject.

"Stand up," the woman commanded.

George rose to his feet, naked except for the collar. The other women surrounded him, and he was told to turn around.

"Get on your knees," the woman told him.

He immediately obeyed.

"Now we'll teach you some manners," she said.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him up so that his ass was directly in front of her face. She spanked him several times on his cheeks.

"Ow!" he exclaimed.

"We'll start with a lesson," she informed him. "If you speak without permission, you get punished."

"Yes, ma'am," he answered meekly.

She slapped him on the ass several more times.

"Ow! Ow! Please stop!"

She continued spanking him. It hurt, but he didn't cry out again.

"Next lesson," she said, "you must respond 'yes, Mistress' or 'no, Mistress'."

She slapped him again. "Yes, Mistress."

He continued to answer "Yes, Mistress" each time she hit him.

"Good boy," she said. "Now it's time for a treat."

She reached into her purse and withdrew a bottle of lubricant. She opened it and squirted some lube onto his asshole.

"Now I will teach you something else," she said. She spread more lube around his anus, then inserted a finger inside him.

"Oww!" he exclaimed.

"You're a virgin," she remarked. "That's why it hurts. But I'll fix that."

She worked her finger deeper into his rectum.

"Please, Mistress," he begged. "Stop."

She ignored him.

Finally, she removed her finger and replaced it with a dildo. She slowly slid the toy in and out of his ass.

"Please, Mistress," he cried. "I don't want this."

She ignored him again.

Finally, she removed the dildo, and she smeared the rest of the lube around his asshole. Then she shoved it back inside him.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he cried.

"Yes," she answered. "You do want this."

Slowly, she fucked him with the dildo, sliding it in and out of his asshole.

"Please, Mistress," he moaned. "Please stop."

She ignored him again.

After a few minutes, she removed the dildo, and she wiped his asshole with a wet towel.

"Clean yourself off," she instructed.

George did as he was told.

"Let's go outside," she said.

George followed her out of the tent, still naked except for the collar.

Kaitlyn stayed back, curious about what was happening.

Once they were outside, the woman told him to kneel down. Once again, he knelt down with his ass pointed toward Kaitlyn. She stood in front of him and took the end of his leash. She had attached a cock leash to him. If he tried to run away, it would tighten around his cock. This one had fittings around his balls too, so they would be squeezed at the same time.

"Now, follow me," she ordered.

George got up and followed her.

On the way out of the tent, they passed a table full of food.

"Go ahead," she told him. "Eat."

George approached the table and began eating. He picked up a sausage and took a big bite.

"Look at you!" the woman said. "You've never eaten before?"

"No, Mistress," he replied.

"Well, let's remedy that," she remarked.

She took a piece of cheese and gave it to George. He ate it and then quickly gobbled down the hot dog.

"Now, do you know how to walk?" she asked.

He looked confused.

"Like this," she told him. She took the end of his leash and dragged him across the ground.

"You can eat while you walk," she explained. "Just make sure that you don't drop anything."

George did as he was told. It wasn't long until he dropped the hot dog, and he had to pick it up again.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Do you know how to dance?" she asked.

Again, he seemed confused.

"Dance?" he replied.

"Yes. Do you know how to dance?" she repeated.

George looked embarrassed. "No, Mistress."

"Well, you better learn fast," she said. "You should know how to dance for the Queen."

She snapped her fingers and a man stepped forward. He was naked except for the bindings keeping his arms behind his back, and he was immediately recognizeable as a bearer by his massive erection. He bowed slightly.

"Teach him!" she ordered.

The man walked over to George and grabbed his leash in his mouth. Then he marched him into the center of a circle formed by the other dancers.

"It's simple," the man explained. "You stand in the middle of the circle and show everyone your body."

George stood in the center of the circle. The women surrounding him began to grope him, grabbing his cock, squeezing his ass, pulling at his nipples, and stroking his cock.

He was a good little boy and did as he was told.

For several minutes, he stood there, letting the women touch him. He didn't complain and showed no sign of resistance. Finally, the music changed and the men started dancing.

The women surrounded him again, and he danced with them. Soon, another song came on, and the men left.

"Now you dance," the woman instructed. "You must be willing to dance for the Queen."

George stood in the center of the circle.

"You're not used to this," the woman noted.

"No, Mistress," he replied.

"Well, you'd better learn how to dance," she told him.

He nodded his head.

"Stand up straight," she instructed.

He did as he was told.

"Come on," she said. "Show me your moves."

George knew exactly what she wanted. He moved his hips around, thrusting his hard cock into the air.

"You're doing fine," the woman commented.

In the next song, the men returned, and they danced with him. One of them bent down, grabbed his cock, and jerked him off.

"Mmm!" George moaned.

"How does that feel?" the woman asked.

"I'm sorry," George replied. "I'm not into that."

A woman joined the man, and the two of them continued to jerk him off.

"Is this what you want?" she asked him. "Are you enjoying it?"

He nodded his head.

"Good," the woman told him.

Before long, he came all over himself.

"Good boy," the woman remarked. "You earned a treat."

She took his cock in her hand and milked it dry, then passed the spent rod to one of the other women.

Once he was cleaned off, the woman stood him back up.

"Now you dance for the Queen," she instructed.

George continued to dance with the women in the circle. He was obviously a natural expert at strip club dancing.

When the song ended, the men danced with him once more. Then the music faded, and he was released from the circle.

"What a good boy you are," the woman complimented.

He was surprised by how hard he was and how aroused he still felt, even though he had just cum.

"The food you ate was laced with a potion," the woman explained. "Each time you cum, your erection will return stronger, and your arousal will increase. The Queen doesn't want her fun to end too soon."

George nodded his understanding.

"You'll stay here tonight," the woman decided. "Then tomorrow, you'll be taken to the castle."

George's eyes lit up when she mentioned the castle. His wife Mary's apartment was in the castle. It was where she lived, worked, and played.

"I won't be seeing you anymore," the woman informed him. "There's nothing I can do for you now."

George nodded his understanding.

"Thank you for being such a good boy," she told him. "And remember: if you ever disobey me, I'll come find you and fuck your ass till you pass out."

She took the lead of his cock leash, then led him out of the tent. As she walked away, she turned and waved goodbye to Kaitlyn, who wondered when she had been spotted. The woman's breasts bounced freely under her top, and her nipples were poking through the fabric.

Now that Kaitlyn knew she had been detected, she wouldn't be able to follow George.

Since she wasn't hiding anymore, she called out to George. "Good bye, and good luck!"

***

George waited in the luxurious room where the Queen would come for him. He was still wearing the cock leash that also squeezed his balls, and now he was thoroughly bound. His arms were bound vertically against his back, his ankles were bound together, and oiled spheres were fitted over his feet, making it impossible for him to stand up. Blinders had been attached to his collar to restrict his line of sight. He kneeled, facing the door where the Queen would enter. He had been informed that the consequences would be severe if he was found in any other position when she arrived.

George had been brought to orgasm several times before being taken here, and his arousal and erection were almost painful in their intensity now. His cock throbbed between his legs, and his balls ached with pressure.

His arousal was almost as intense as his humiliation. When the Queen entered the room, she smiled at him. She had been briefed about him, and she was eager to play with him.

"Hello, George," she greeted him. "I hope you enjoy your stay."

Unlike the formal purple dress she had worn earlier, she was now wearing lingerie. She wore black panties and a matching bra, both made of sheer material that allowed her erect nipples to poke through. She also wore a garter belt holding stockings that reached all the way to her knees. She was barefoot.

"I have prepared an assortment of toys for you," she told him. "But first, let me take care of you."

She picked up a pair of nipple clamps and attached them to his nipples. They were large enough to leave marks on his skin, but not large enough to cause permanent damage.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed. "What are those for?"

"They're just to get you ready for things to come," she answered.

She picked up a vibrator. It was made of soft plastic with multiple settings and a small handle.

"This is going to be fun," she declared. "First, I'm going to bring you to orgasm with this toy. Then I'm going to give you a real one."

She turned the vibrator on low, then applied it to his cock. He groaned softly as it brushed against his sensitive tip.

"That feels amazing," he remarked. Even mild stimulation had a huge effect on him in his current state.

"It's getting me excited too," the Queen commented. "I'm planning to use it on myself later."

As she continued to stimulate him, he got harder and harder. Soon he was rock hard.

"Now that you're hard," she remarked. "Let's see what else we can do with it."

She used the vibrator on his balls, teasing them gently. She teased and tormented them, until finally she turned it up to its highest setting.

"Ahh! Ahhh!" George yelled. The vibrations were intense.

"Oh my God, that's incredible!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, isn't it?" the Queen agreed. "Now, I think it's time for you to cum."

She stopped using the vibrator, and she removed the nipple clamps. Then she took his cock in her hand and began stroking it slowly.

"I really like your cock," she told him. "It's so big and thick."

George shuddered at her words. He had never had anyone say anything nice about his cock before, especially not someone who had so much power over him.

"It's so hard right now," she added. "It looks so hot."

George couldn't help but agree. As she stroked his cock, it became increasingly difficult to maintain control.

"Are you close to coming yet?" she asked.

"Maybe," he replied.

"Cum for me," she instructed.

With that order, he lost his ability to hold back. The pleasure overcame him, and he came all over himself.

"Yesssss!" the Queen exclaimed. "That's exactly what I wanted. Now, let's get you cleaned up."

She grabbed a towel and cleaned him off. After he was cleaned up, he was blindfolded, then he was led into another room by the cock leash. He hurried to follow, since his cock and balls were sensitive after his orgasm, and the leash squeezed both whenever it became taut, but his bondage made it difficult to move. He panted as he shuffled forwards on his knees, unable to stand or move his legs very far apart. Fortunately, the floor was well carpeted, so his knees didn't hurt much. At last he reached the room where the Queen would give him his reward.