An evening of humiliation

The room goes dark as someone fixes a blindfold around your eyes again.

"Wow, it's getting late!" you hear Rebecca, yawn. "Let's get ready for bed, I think it's time we let out frigid pervert see the bodies he wanks over."

But...you couldn't see them! You shake your head vigorously in a vain attempt to dislodge your blindfold, even as you hear the soft sounds of clothes falling the floor.

"Are you not going to wear any pajamas, Mia?" someone says loudly close to you.

"Well, I usually sleep naked," Mia explains, "but I thought that I should wear something while I'm here."

"Nice boobs, Danni!"

"Thanks! What do you think, Sam? These the sort of things you want to squeeze?"

"I...I can't see them!" you explain, your penis throbbing. "Please, just let me look, I need to-"

"Ah, that's a shame," Danni giggles.

You blink furiously as the blindfold is whipped off, temporarily blinding you. When your eyesight returns, you have to bite back a scream or frustration. After all that teasing, there wasn't a bare boob in sight.

"Sam!" Rebecca shouts. "How many times do I have to tell you?! Control yourself, you pathetic virgin!"

"B-but-" you protest. All of her attractive friends had got changed in front of you (not that you saw any of it), and now you were in a room full of scantily clad, athletic girls; some in skimpy pajamas, some in underwear, and all of them barefooted. How did Rebecca expect you to react?!

"I don't want to hear it! If you're not going to stay soft, fine. But don't you dare cum, otherwise I'll make sure everyone at school knows exactly how small your dick is, and I'll get you a starring role on pornhub."

Oh God...everyone at school knowing what you looked like naked would be bad enough...but if the whole world knew...

"I...I'll control myself," you stammer, even as your penis stands at alert.

"Good, because it's disgusting. No one finds a tiny boner attractive."

xxx

After spending the last few hours trying to will yourself to ejaculate, it was taking a serious amount of concentration not to explode.

Your struggle wasn't helped by the fact that Rebecca and her friends were taking advantage of your horniness. They sat either side of you on the couch, pressing their bare legs against your own, and nudging their toes against your bare feet.

As Rebecca hands around the takeaway pizzas she had ordered, your rumbling stomach elicited another round of giggles.

"You hungry, Sam? Well I'm not going to hand feed you like a baby, so I'll guess you'll just have to go without!"

"Or you could untie me?" you ask, hopefully. Your shoulders really were starting to ache by now, and you were feeling weak with hunger.

"I've told you before, Sam," Rebecca sighed, rolling her eyes. "We can't trust you. It's better for everyone if your hands stay right where they are."

After slapping you awake half a dozen times, Rebecca finally allows you to go to bed. Between the constant shivering, the stabs of pain in your empty stomach, and the huge effort of not blowing your load in a room of hot girls, you are exhausted.

But even now, Rebecca's bullying doesn't stop.

She leads you out of the lounge (but not before all of the girls lay a painful slap on your buttocks), back through the cold kitchen, and out into the even colder garden.

"Man up, Sam," Rebecca comments as you shiver violently, in the cool night air, your penis finally becoming flaccid again. She opens the shed door and roughly pushes you inside. "You can sleep in here."

"R-r-rebecca, y-you c-c-can't-"

"How stupid do you think we are? We don't want you wanking over us or touching us while we sleep. You're lucky I'm not just leaving you in the garden."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing?

"Rebecca, I'm tied up, how w-w-would I do any of those things?"

But the evil cheerleader wasn't listening.

"Sleep well, virgin, I'll see you tomorrow."

You slump onto the rough stone floor as you hear Rebecca bolt the door, and attach a padlock to the latch.

You roll onto your side and curl into a ball, trying to make yourself comfortable.

Of course, sleep was impossible. There's no way you can drift off when your shoulders are burning, your stomach is painfully empty, and your body feels like a block of ice.

As you hear the distant sounds from the house eventually fall silent, you are left with your own thoughts, and your regret at ever agreeing to help out the cheerleading crew.