She pins you against the door, kissing you. You respond needily, hungrily. She palms your cock though your clothes, and smiles at you.
“I have some friends that would like to meet you. Would you like to meet them, baby boy?”
You nod slowly, imagining she wants you to service a few people. “Ok Miss,”
You find yourself tied to a bed, naked, surrounded by women. This is… not what you expected. You thrash against the ropes, trying to resist as a few run their hands over your skin, or squeeze your cock experimentally.
There are so many. You don’t think you can take them all, and you tell Miss that. A few of the women laugh.
“They all think that at the start,” one says. “Don’t worry, you won’t be taking all of us.”
“Just most of us,” another says.
Laughter again. It’s not malicious, though maybe a little condescending. As though they’ve done this before, and they know what your body can do better than you do.
Miss leans over, caressing your cheek with a thumb.
“Please Miss. Don’t make me,” you beg.