Objectification

Valeria paraded Moore around the tables. Moore's colleagues, who he had thought were goody-goody types, had a delightful time with his body. Some flicked his semi-hard penis with their fingers to see how much it would swing. Others held his ball sack in their palms and made comments and crude jokes about his genitals. Still others nonchalantly twiddled his dick around their fingers while having conversations with their friends. And all of them milked him, filling the air with his moans and cries of ecstasy, spewing gouts of white semen onto the floor. While the girls Moore was facing were amusing themselves with his dick and balls, the girls at the tables behind him had fun with his ass.They patted, smacked, pinched and squeezed. They fingered his crack, pulled his cheeks apart and inserted all manner of small objects into his anus.

Throughout all of this Moore was going through inner turmoil. His dick and balls wobbled with every step he took across the cold, smooth floor.What he was going through was extremely humiliating (especially since the perpetrators were his colleagues) and uncomfortable, and yet wasn't he also somewhat enjoying being completely exposed like a slutty savage infront of a crowd of elegantly dressed women and being made their sex toy?