Something tasty, all over my naked body.

I’m so embarrassed over all this insanity I can’t breathe, but the look that Wanda shoots me from her corner of the studio is enough to get my cock stirring; growing a bit longer as her beautiful eyes wander with sympathy and lust.

Several giggles populate the room when my penis wakens, but none are more obvious than Ruby’s giddy chuckle— the perverse little woman bouncing like a schoolgirl.

Motioning Camilla forward, the redheaded photographer announces her plans while strutting the remaining distance over to where I’m stuck, exposed and humiliated. “Ladies, I know exactly what we’re gonna shoot with Sexy over here. Trust me, you’re gonna love it~”

After whispering a more secretive message into her favorite cohorts ear, Ruby takes her final step forward. Then the wicked little witch grabs. My. Penis. And tugs it to **** me to follow her; grasping and groping me to her heart’s content. I turn scarlet as she manhandles my manhood, Fareehah and countless other girls giggling at the sight.

“I’ve been waiting since college to do this to you, Zachy… it’s been worth the wait. Your cock is _mine _now.”

Ruby drags me across the room over to a settee, and—not letting my semi-erect cock go—lays me down in front of her profusion of cameras and sexy girls, all while fondling me. Feeling more than a little violated, I slap her hands away from my penis, and cover up as best as I can; face deep crimson when I see the baker’s dozen of women crowding for a better look.

While I blush, squirm, and pray like Hell for this nightmare to end, Camilla rolls over a cart with a massive platter of fruits, pastries, and a chocolate fountain on its surface. Cackling like a predator, the Latina lech takes a single napkin and lays it over my penis— giving me a pat and squeeze to ensure she gets another good feel of the prize underneath. I yelp, turning redder still as she backs up, blowing me a kiss condescendingly, but not molesting me any further.

Just when I think I might get a moment of peace, something warm, wet and sticky gets poured all over my bare chest: Chocolate sauce, courtesy of Ruby. I seize up, and worry about what might happen to my tiny ‘modesty napkin’ if the fudge travels any farther south. Before I can be certain these cruelly laughing women aren’t watching my cock, the flashes of camera lights blind me— capturing my immense humiliation like a firefly blushing in a jar.

“Aww, look how red he is!”

“Sexy’s sooo embarrassed— how cute!”

“Cute like his penis!”

“Hahaha! I just wanna lick that sugar offa him~”

“Allah, thank you for letting me witness this man’s naked body. I will cherish and masturbate to this memory.”

“I’m so sorry Zach…”

My face burns like molten lava under the sheer, humiliating duress, but It’s not over yet…