The even better part

Sam was stunned. He had thought his humiliation could not go any deeper. He bit his lip and, stomach doing turns, mind racing, body sweating, he looked at Victoria.

Victoria’s face was red too. She looked apologetically at him, but nodded. His fate was sealed.

“I’ll need some things...Uh, l-lotion or oil, some tissues or wipes to clean up...”

“A table to lay on.” One girl added. The girls quickly went out in the hall and returned with a long table. Within moments, Sam was laying on it. He became aware that the table was rotating slowly, and he had to stay very still to not feel dizzy.

Victoria came up to him and handed him a blindfold. “I think this will help.” Sam gratefully accepted.

One very bold girl came up and offered a black dog collar. Sam stared at it.

“Well, being more turned on will certainly make this go faster.” He reasoned, and wordlessly clipped it on. There was a chorus of appreciation as he donned his blindfold, lotioned his hands, and got to work.

The strokes produced an immediate and dramatic effect. He felt a high move through him, washing over him like a wave on the beach. He moaned, unable to keep it in. His slow strokes gradually worked faster. In his mind he was a **** to these girls, to Victoria, and was compelled to **** himself for their amusement. When he realized that his fantasy was basically reality his pleasure kicked into overdrive. He gripped his other hand hard on the table and felt a powerful ripple course through him with each explosive pump.

He stayed in this ecstasy for several minutes before it finally built up to a dramatic finish. He moaned deeply and sharply inhaled before cumming wildly on his own chest and the table.

“Damn.” Said Victoria. The girls started clapping, which came to a half-joking standing ovation. Sam dizzily stood up.

“This concludes our l-lesson. Class dismissed.”