Unveiled

The applause hadn’t even died down when the booing started.

It wasn’t angry. It was almost playful — a chorus of disappointed, pouting sounds from hundreds of women.

You froze behind the cloth panels, naked but hidden, blinking in confusion.

Elanor turned, riding crop tapping idly against her thigh, smiling like a cat who had the cream.

“Oh, don’t take it personally, skeptic," she said, smirking as she addressed you. "They’re not booing you. They're booing the injustice. After all..." she twirled the wand with a flourish, "only Talia and I got the... best view."

Talia stepped forward with a theatrical sigh, tilting her head innocently.

"I mean," she said sweetly, glancing out at the crowd, "from the peek I got before he got all shy..."

Her voice dropped into a purr, "...I can't blame them. If I wasn’t standing up here, I'd want a better look too."

The crowd cheered and hooted, stamping their feet.

Your face flamed. Your cock twitched helplessly against your hands.

Elanor grinned wider. "It seems the people have spoken. They want more."

She paced a slow, sultry circle around you, her boots clicking against the polished floor.

"But alas," she said dramatically, tossing her hair over one shoulder, "I am bound by my code. I cannot simply rip these covers away. That would be cheating."

She paused, a wicked twinkle in her eye.

"But... I can reward their loyalty."

With a lazy flick of her wand, a shimmering ripple of magic brushed through the air.

Nothing seemed different. The fabric still hung. You still stood, hands clenched low, trembling with adrenaline.

"Lean forward a little, skeptic," Elanor said innocently.

You hesitated, then obeyed — leaning slightly toward the crowd.

A gasp rippled across the room.

You blinked, confused—then looked down.

The black fabric was suddenly semi-transparent.

Your silhouette — every inch of your naked body — was now visible.

The crowd exploded in shrieks of laughter,

"Look at that silhouette! It's so big already!"

"Aww, but he's hiding it — how cute!"

"I bet if he turned sideways we'd get a real show!"

You flushed so hard you felt dizzy. You pressed your hands even tighter against yourself, ****.

Talia stood to your side, her voice low and sultry against your ear.

"You look so good," she whispered. "All shy and helpless. It's almost... sweet. Come face me."

Talia leaned in, her voice a low, warm purr.

"Face me, handsome," she whispered, her breath feathering across your ear.

"Let everyone admire what a good boy you are."

Your held on tighter, **** not to show much. But your arousal was betraying you, and you're sure, they were able to make out more than you thought.

The crowd eventually calmed — and then Elanor struck again.

She strolled casually around you, twirling her riding crop idly.

"I have to wonder," she said, feigning innocence, "have you always wanted Talia?"

The room went dead silent.

Your mouth opened — but no sound came out.

Elanor took her place next to Talia and caressed her face, and then looked at you. Talia, sweetly, doe eyes engaged, looked up at you.

"It's okay," she said softly, amusement and tenderness threading through her voice. "You don't have to lie."

You swallowed hard. Your heart thundered.

"I..." You glanced toward her, helpless. "I want you so bad, Talia. You're so amazing!"

Talia smiled — not mocking, not cruel — but fond.

"I know, silly boy," she said. "I’ve known. I was just waiting for you to figure it out."

The room buzzed softly with "awww"s and laughter.

Talia leaned in, whispering theatrically loud enough for the front row to hear:

"And after getting a look at what you're hiding...?"

She gave a mock sigh.

"If I had known you were packing this," she said, tapping her finger gently against the visible outline of your cock, "I would’ve jumped you months ago."

The crowd shrieked, laughter ringing from every corner.

Your cock twitched visibly — and the crowd noticed immediately.

"Did you see that?"

"He loved that!"

"Aw, he's so easy!"

Your head spun.

Elanor pounced on your vulnerability.

"And tell us, skeptic," she said silkily, "What would you do to see Talia naked?"

You, still dazed, still painfully aroused, nodded mutely.

"Anything." you respond without missing a beat.

"Anything," Elanor repeated, savoring the word. "Is that your greatest fantasy right now"

"Yes, " you said, feeling strangely compelled to tell the truth, "but I wouldn't complain if you were also naked"

Elanor grinned.

"Good," she purred. "I was feeling a little left out"

With a whisper of magic, you felt your hands move — without your control. They floated outward, helpless, leaving your cock standing proudly under the translucent cloth. You stared as your cock sprung out and bounced to the open air

The audience roared.

The silhouette of your hard cock, now completely uncovered by your own hands, stood out clearly for every woman to devour.

"Oh my god, he's so hard!"

"It's curving up like a flagpole!"

You flushed red, forcing your eyes up to the audience, who were all hooting and hollering. The attention sent a shock of arousal down your spine, and your cock twitched and throbbed.

"He's throbbing!"

"Look at him twitch every time we laugh!"

Your eyes darted downward — horrified, humiliated — but the view was unmistakable.

Your cock was rock-hard, visibly bobbing slightly with every pounding heartbeat.

And the more they cheered, the harder you got.

When you dared glance up —

You nearly buckled.

Talia and Elanor stood before you — completely, gloriously naked.

Talia's body was everything you dreamed of and more: perky, soft breasts; slender waist; curves that begged for your hands. Her smooth thighs squeezed slightly together, her cheeks flushed, her gaze locked onto you with an intimacy that stole your breath.

Elanor was a vision of power — full, firm breasts, a toned stomach, and a sharp, wicked smirk. Her body gleamed under the stage lights like a dark, dangerous jewel.

Your cock twitched violently, curving higher — so high the tip peeked above the cloth covering your modesty.

The crowd noticed.

Shrieks and cheers deafened the room.

You heard the gasps first — sharp and collective — and then the squeals.

"Oh my god, look!"

"He's poking over the cloth!"

"He’s trying to salute us!"

As you gawked, Elanor turned toward Talia with theatrical slowness, her hands sliding up Talia’s waist, cupping her breasts gently as though weighing them for the crowd’s appraisal.

Talia laughed breathlessly, arching into the touch, her body a willing canvas.

"You see, skeptic," Elanor purred, her voice syrupy, "true magic... is knowing exactly where to put your hands."

The crowd shrieked with approval, and your cock twitched helplessly, bobbing in the air .

"And now," Elanor cooed, "can you tell us how we pulled this off?"

You gaped.

"M-magic," you said hoarsely, your voice cracking.

Elanor chuckled warmly. "Half right," she said.

Talia winked. "The truth is... while we moved your hands with magic..."

She gestured toward the side of the stage.

You followed her motion — and saw their costumes neatly pooled on the floor, abandoned like discarded skins.

"We slipped out of our clothes," Talia said, "while you were too busy blushing and being turned on by our lovely audience."

The crowd howled again.

With a wink, Elanor snapped her fingers — and in a shimmer of dark smoke, she and Talia were clothed once more, as if nothing had happened.

"Now," Elanor said, tapping her riding crop against her palm, "for the grand finale..."

A final flick of her wand.

There was a flash of light — and then the cloths vanished, melted like mist.

You stood.

Fully exposed.

Utterly defenseless.

Nothing between you and hundreds of hungry, delighted women except the trembling in your thighs... and the cock betraying just how badly you loved this.

The women shrieked, clapped, whistled, cheering like wild.

You instinctively grabbed your cock with both hands, trembling, trying to shield yourself — but it was hopeless. You were completely exposed.

Humiliated.

Turned on beyond reason.

Talia and Elanor posed beside you — clothed again, laughing, beaming with pride at your complete, utter surrender.