Try the Doors

You shrug, ignoring her, and head to the door with a dildo for a handle. As you touch the handle, you hear the sound of hysterical laughter coming from the table. Quickly letting go, the sound stops and you turn back towards the table, the woman looking at you as surprised by the sound as you are. Cautiously you touch the dildo handle again, this time holding on as the screeching laughter starts up again. You give the door a jostle, but there's no sign of it moving before you let go. You notice her looking under the table as the laughter stops, giving way to a whimpering begging for no more.

She silently gestures to you to look under the hockey table, and you cautiously approach it before looking underneath. Your eyes widen in surprise as you see a young, naked, college-aged, man bound into the bottom of the table with long, blonde hair, blue eyes, a swimmer's build and a golden tan that revealed a preference for swimming briefs. Tiny, fluffy, circular pads touch each nipple and several touch various parts of his balls and rock-hard cock, while feathers are attached to the table in a way that if they were rotated would attack both his armpits and between his toes.

"The ones on his cock and balls rotated when you touched the dildo." Your eyes glance to the other door with the breasts. You get back up, move over to them, and push them firmly as if trying to push open the door for a few seconds. The man starts wailing with laughter again. When you release the breasts from your hands and his laughter dies down, the woman looks at you. "Nipple pads rotated from that one." She turned back to under the table. "What lead you to that position?" No response. "Try the nip--"

He suddenly yells out "No! I'll answer! I lost an air-hockey game, someone fell out from the table and I wound up stuck here."

She stands up and moves towards the doors. "I guess I'll be leaving by arsehole. You coming, or are you going to wait here for someone else to gamble against?"