They handcuff him to the bed

“Ooh, I just thought of something!” Talia cried.

With a naughty twinkle in her eyes, she hopped off the bed and circled around to her closet, retrieving a box from the top shelf.

“What’s in there?” Amy asked.

“Goodies,” Talia explained. “Condoms, massage oil, my vibrator, some stuff you straight folks probably wouldn’t be into, AND—“

She reached inside that devious little box and took out a pair of fuzzy purple handcuffs. “How ‘bout it, Ian?”

Everyone chuckled. I just shrugged and said, “Go ahead.”

Elizabeth got the privilege of shackling my wrists to the bed’s headboard. The other four women surrounded me on the bed, looking over at every inch of my helpless naked body. My cock pointed straight up at the ceiling, eager for some attention.

“Should we blindfold him, too?” Corrine asked.

“I’ve got a better idea,” Stephanie answered. Then she straddled my face and lowered her delicious cunt onto my mouth. I moaned happily.

“See? Much better than a blindfold.”

Robbed of both my sight and the use of my hands, I could do nothing but lie there and enjoy each and every surprising new sensation as the other women teased and tormented my body.

Anonymous lips and tongues moved up and down my shaft. One girl—I think it was Talia—started rubbing her slick gash up and down my thigh for stimulation.