They get worse

Half an hour of recovery later, you’re taken downstairs to the Play Room, one of the places in the house designed for hardcore BDSM. At her request, John ties you up in an intricate Shibari tie that binds your arms and legs, and leaves you suspended almost upside-down from the ceiling, your cock still hard and exposed. Clamps are attached tightly to your nipples and a vibrator is put in your ass and another taped to the head of your cock, stimulating you constantly.

“Get as many people as you can, I want everyone to fuck his pretty little mouth ruthlessly.” She said to John. “Starting with me.”

Your head had been placed at the ideal waist-height, meaning that she simply had to walk up to you as you were suspended and shove her wet pussy against your face. You needed no instructions, and with the stimulation from the vibrators you’re not even sure you would have understood them. All that you could think of was the cock or pussy you were serving and the orgasms that were forced out of you repeatedly. The cum that spilled from your cock dripped down towards your head as you hung upside down, mixing with the jizz, spit, and juices of everyone else in the household.

You lost track of time as you hung there, the vibrators keeping you from concentrating. How long had it been? Hours? A day? More? Occasionally someone would come by to fuck your mouth but outside of that you couldn’t tell.