The Girls Come Up with a Plan B

‘Wait, wait!’ Roland yelled, gripping his shorts, trying to prevent them from tearing any more. ‘Stop!’

The girls released him and his hips were lifted back to their previous height. The redhead looked down at him. ‘What?’

‘It was ripping my shorts,’ he replied.

The brunette looked incredulous. ‘Do you want to get free or not?’

‘Yes, of course.’ Roland looked up at both of the girls. ‘But I don’t want to be stripped naked in front of two – I mean, in front of everybody.’

The women looked at each other. ‘Okay.’ The brunette took a deep breath. ‘Let’s have a look.’

They both peered forward, trying to work out how Roland’s shorts had become so caught up in the machine. He was acutely aware that despite his grip on the waistband they had pulled down his hips a little. -it felt like the back was around a third of the way down his ass crack, and at the front it was hard to tell. The angle of his body meant he couldn’t see, but he really hoped the girls couldn’t see anything they shouldn’t.

He felt their hands on him again, testing the material, looking closely at the waistband of his shorts. Their fingers brushed against his skin and he gulped. That was too close to his dick! Could they see his cock? How badly was he caught up? They leaned close and he thought he could feel their breath tickling his pubic hair. Oh god, he thought. Were these two hot girls looking at his cock right now?

The thought was horrifying, but also a little exciting. What if these two hot girls were looking at his cock right now? He felt a gentle tingle, a flush of warmth building in his loins.

The girls leant down to speak to him. Looking between the two of them his eyes were drawn to their cleavage. In this position he could see right down their tops. The redhead’s bazookas were bigger than her friend’s, and Roland suddenly had an image flash through his mind of resting his head between those big, soft airbags. She would stroke his hair as he laid there listening to her heartbeat. He would raise a hand to stroke her boob, moving his thumb across her big, pink nipple as it began to stiffen, then he would close his lips around it, licking and sucking, feeling it grow hard in his mouth. Speaking of growing hard –

‘Hey, buddy!’ The brunette raised her voice. ‘I said, your shorts are fucked.’

‘Your underwear too,’ added the redhead. ‘Your shorts and underwear are trapped tight between the bar and the cable and your weight pulling on it is making it impossible to undo.’

‘Well, can we cut the cable or something?’ Roland hoped.

‘It’s too thick.’

‘Can’t that guy unclip the weights?’

‘Not until they are sat in the cradle. Your shorts are holding them up at the moment.’

‘So what am I going to do?’ Roland feared he knew the answer already. Unfortunately he now had another problem: the girls breathing on him and touching him so close to his private place had made him feel a little… excited. That’s why he had been distracted by this redhead’s bongos. Right now he really needed to not lose his shorts, because he knew his dingle dangle wasn’t exactly dangling. It was currently a full on chubby and it could take somebody’s eye out. Or at least it might cause these hot girls to laugh and point and joke about Roland’s Pole. He really hoped they had another plan which didn’t involve him slipping out of his shorts.

The redhead sighed and Roland watched her church bells heave. ‘You’re going to have to slip out of your shorts.’