Almost, but only after I'm swarmed.

"I'll save you Ahab!" I hear Natalie shout in reply to my cry for help, before I spy her muscling her way through the aroused throng. She's using less **** than maybe she should, not shoving with sufficient power to wrestle through, and I curse our mutual gentleness as I work at my bonds, not getting the zip tie to break or shimmy off fast enough— my cock is bouncing around with my struggles and the women are going crazy.

Macy giggles at my desperation, following the arc my sex is making with her greedy eyes, but, just like any other canker sore; she leaves on her own. Walking away from me, this sexy pervert chuckles, "I'm gonna let these girls have their way, Sugar. Bye bye."

During her escape, she grabs the daisy dukes on Natalie's hips, and, drops them to the blonde behemoths ankles as she breaks into a sprint, revealing to everyone present that—like me—she wasn't wearing anything under her shorts; her arms were preoccupied shoving through a crowd so she couldn't use them to cover her exposed womanhood. The last thing I expected was for Natalie to shave herself bare, but her 'other lips' didn't have a folicle on them, and… she's wetter than Hell in a flood.

My friend looks like she's about to die from humiliation, and I believe she finally, truly empathizes with my plights as she scrambles to hide her most private parts from her crush, unable to keep me from seeing her intense arousal, no matter how desperately she wished she could. The sight of something so wondrous keeps me rock-hard as the geek ladies that Natalie wanted to keep away from me attack— unperturbed by the muscular woman who is becoming faint from embarrassment, picking her cutoffs off the floor.

Over a dozen rapacious hands begin stroking and caressing me all over, groping my chest, legs, ass and everywhere else these laughing women could reach— I'm practically getting a full body massage in the buff as they fondle me with vigor. They giggle and coo, gliding soft, un-calloused palms across my naked form, having the times of their life feeling me up, as I blush and writhe, helpless and mortified at the forty eyes glaring hungrily at my erection, which I thank my lucky stars no one grabbed yet; besides that pervert Macy.

My thigh-highs are being tugged on and fiddled with, but not, I'm glad to see, the miniskirt at my ankles, the girls are leaving that part of my costume alone, unlike the wings they keep tugging on. I hear a high pitched shreik emanate from outside the mob feeling me up— it's Natalie, and she sounds like she's in trouble, probably some dirty men on the other side giving her grief.

A yelp escapes my mouth when one of the myriad horny ladies give my poor ass a slap to interrupt the action of fondling it, and the stinging sensation almost pulls my attention away from the tongue licking across my neck, or the fingers tickling me mercilessly. As I finally feel the zip tie around my wrists loosening, a hand with olive-colored skin and black painted nails reaches toward my ****, tantalizing penis, but stops just short of contact; I follow the length of the arm up to the face of this woman who wants to cop the ultimate feel, and gasp when I see the werewolf cosplayer I posed with earlier— she said 'Nice rifle', at the photo-op.

The sexy Latina in the shredded flannel and fake fur licks her lips, just barely holding back from grabbing my member, flexing her fingers around it in anticipation; she stops gawking at it long enough to look me in the eyes, and asks, clearly excited, "So, can we really touch your dick?"

My breathing quickened, my heart racing, my humiliation finally reaching the point of fear, I hear the question and make my **** plea.

"NO!"

The women surrounding me suddenly become an awful lot less giddy about the prospect of manhandling my nude body, they slow down their groping and fondling but don't completely stop. The hottest among them—a quick glance at the Latina bombshell's entry badge reveals "Camila"—makes intense eye contact and asks, "Wait, did you just say 'no'?"