Psych! There's more!

If only things ended with me being buck naked in front of an all-girls pool party… The dogs were let off their leashes a while ago, and the plastered party girls double-tied the knots around my wrists to keep me from moving—or covering up—at all.

Cameras go off in a symphony of shutter clicks, my scarlet face and stiffening cock in the center of it all. The hostess starts to pose with me, getting a few and draping herself around my body like a classy lounge singer on a grand piano, rather than a drunk pinup girl tormenting a mortified man.

"That's sssome nice hunk you got there Betty. Pose like you're about to smooch his hot ass!"

"Ooh! Take one where you're looking away from his penis!"

"He's such a damn snack! Lick his abs in the next one!"

"Nobody throws partys better than Betty! She got a stripper, and she didn't even hire a stripper!"

"Woof."

"Touch his dick, touch his dick— touch his fuckin' dick!!"

Their catcalls and lewd suggestions for pictures paint my naked frame every shade of red imaginable, but they're not nearly as embarrassing as what happens next.

Grabbing my rock-hard penis with a hot dog bun once again, Betty looks up at my vermillion face with big doe eyes, and asks, "You wouldn't mind too terribly if I ate this big, juicy wiener, would you?"

I whimper, overstimulated and humiliated as the hostess preps for my unwilling nude photoshoot's next pose; the women holding the cameras close in for a money shot and my heart races.

When Betty's plump, Ruby-red lips stretch their way around the throbbing cock in her hand, I finally find my voice and cry out, "Zelda!! Help!!"