No, they edge you.

As you vainly attempt to struggle against your bonds, the hands that are servicing your cock take it nice and slow, making sure you feel every sensation as your cock is now rock hard and slick. The guys continue the truth and dare game without you, treating you as some object to be used, and you stay where you are, who edges you changes.

First it’s Tony you think, then Mark, the back to Tony then Scott, but eventually you lose track.. The edging speed rarely changes though they do lube your dick, and it feels like they are participating in their own dares though you can’t hardly see out of the eye slits that poked out for decoration it would seem.

Time becomes distant, only the feeling of being aroused and on the edge of needing to cum, but thanks to the rubber gag blocking your mouth you can’t speak. You toss your head from side to side, trying to signal that this is unbearable, and you feel a vibrator being placed under your dick and it send you over the edge.

You don’t know how long or how much you cum, but it is the best feeling in your life, as you groan in so much pleasure, finally released from your **** and you can hear at least one of the boys whoop in surprise or celebration. The gag is deflated and you gulp in as much as possible, with them removing the hood.

You lean forward to adjust yourself and find a boot being placed on your head. You are weak, and still restrained. “Matty, Matty you’re such a naughty boy. Spraying your juices everywhere, and without permission? I hope you weren’t planning on being released, as the night is still young, and before we can let you up, you have to clean the mess you made.”