You object... but it's meaningless

As you attempt to catch your breath the reality of everything begins to sink in. You are strapped to a bondage bench with an ass full of cum while your trapped cock is aching, all so your girlfriend can fuck other guys.

“Olivia!” You say, with as much authority you possibly can in this situation. “I don’t want you to fuck him.”

Olivia kneels down, so she’s at face level with you. She has a look of sad disappointment on her face.

“I understand how you feel.” she says low and sweetly, but her look suddenly changes. It’s not quite angry, but stern and serious.

“but I’m done caring.” Her voice now matches her look, it sends a shiver down your spine. “I’ve tried to do this nicely, make us both happy, but look at you! You were just used as a glorified sex toy. You’re not going to tell me who I can and can’t fuck.”

She suddenly moves back behind you. You can’t see what’s going on but you hear the sound of lips smacking together, followed by light moaning. You know you should say something, but you’re so shocked by her response that the words don’t come to you.

“Help me get him to the bedroom.” Olivia says to Drew. “He’ll finally get to see what it looks like when I get fucked by a real man.”

Olivia approaches again, this time she says nothing, she simply undoes the cuffs around your wrists. Before you can even do anything with your now free arms, they are grabbed (you assume by Drew) and pulled back behind you. You feel something wrap around your arms, binding them together. You move a bit, in attempts to pull your arms apart, but it’s clear they won’t budge. You feel your ankle cuffs release, and once again, before you can even react, a pair of strong arms grab you. Olivia begins to walk towards the bedroom and you are **** to follow.

Once in the bedroom you are walked to the corner of the room and **** to sit down on the floor. You look up and for the first time can see the person who’s cum is currently in your body. He’s tall, fit, and completely naked. In your seated position, your face to face with his crotch, you see his dick swaying, already at half mass. Looking at the thickness and size of his not even erect cock, you’re a bit surprised it moved inside of you so easily.

You’re view is cut short as Drew moves to the side, Olivia hands him some kind of metal bar with a strap at each end, he quickly brings it to your feet strapping them in. You don’t even have to struggle to know you are now unable to get up on your own.

“This is a good look for you.” Olivia says, crouching down, next to you.

“Listen.” She says. “I’m being nice, letting you watch. I was originally going to let you join in, but you had to be selfish.” She lightly stokes your cheek with her hand. “This all can still be fun for you, but you need to show me that you can be a quiet, respectful, spectator right now.”

You don’t know what to do. This is not a situation you ever thought you’d be in. Can you just sit and let this happen?