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“Plastered”
by Anna Watson
Nate
stood outside the gym, inhaling the cool evening air. He’d had a great workout
in yoga class, with the added perk of getting to observe not only the very
fuckable yoga instructor, Patty, but several other hot women in the class. His
favorites were Alice and her friend Victoria, and it was Alice he was thinking
about now. From the way he’d caught her sneaking peeks at his meat, nicely
displayed in his formfitting yoga pants, he was sure she would accept when he asked her out, which he planned to do ASAP.
Smiling lecherously as he thought of the sweet view she’d shown him of her
luscious tits when they’d done downwardfacing dog, Nate turned down the alley
that led to his car.
He
was ambushed almost immediately. Two women wearing tightly belted raincoats,
stiletto heels and garishly colored Mardi Gras masks, were suddenly on either
side of him. The blonde jammed something cylindrical into his side—it could
have been a lipstick tube or a gun—and they hustled him to the mouth of the
alley where a car was idling. The redhead twisted his arm, her long blue nails
digging into his flesh. Before he knew exactly what had happened, he was wedged
between them in the backseat while the driver, another woman, gunned the motor
and drove expertly though the dark streets.
Clearing
his throat, he attempted to speak, but the redhead slapped a hand over his
mouth and hissed, “No talking, baggage,” so Nate held his tongue.
“And
no looking,” added the blonde, tugging a black rubber hood over his head and
pulling the drawstring tight. Nate, struggling to breathe, thought briefly of
calling out, trying to appeal to the driver, attempting to muscle past the
women and jump out of the car, but the press of their bodies was beginning to
excite him. He might as well play along with them for a little longer. They
were only girls, after all. How hard could it be to escape?
The
car stopped and Nate allowed himself to be yanked into a building and up a flight
of stairs. The women guided him roughly inside, where he was pushed violently
onto a hard, narrow surface. Laughing delightedly, the women moved his limbs
with firm hands until he was stretched out on his back. They pulled off his
hood, revealing harsh fluorescent lights that hurt his eyes. Before he could
get his bearings, he felt straps binding his ankles, thighs and chest,
anchoring him tightly to what he could now see was some kind of medical
examining table. The blonde loomed over him. She had removed the raincoat to
reveal a redlatex catsuit with a high neck and long sleeves, two zippers over
her large breasts and one at her crotch. She was still wearing the mask, but
Nate recognized her now.
“What’s
going on here, Alice?” He tried to sound firm, but it was hard to feel anything
but vulnerable as he lay pinned on his back below her. Taking off her mask,
Alice looked at him coldly. Then she reached over and pinched his lips shut
with her blue talons, silencing him.
“All secure!” she called back over her
shoulder, and theredhead came prancing over to stand beside her. As Nate
watched, she, too, removed her mask, and he was somehow not surprised to
recognize Victoria. Victoria was also wearing a catsuit, black as midnight and
cut low in the front to show off her deep cleavage. Dive-inable, thought Nate, beginning to feel
slightly
incoherent.
“Go
ahead,” ordered Victoria. “Examine him. Let’s see what we’ve got here.”
At
first, Nate held his body rigid as Alice began to poke and prod. She’d gotten a
stethoscope from somewhere and pressed the cold bell under his shirt, against
his chest and belly. She shone a light in his eyes and ears, shoved a tongue
depressor into his mouth—how foolish he felt saying “Ahh!”—and, casually
reaching down his pants, she began a thorough investigation of his cock and
balls. That was when Nate knew for sure that he wouldn’t be going anywhere
anytime soon. First of all, the straps were so tight that he was trapped, but
more to the point, he couldn’t deny that her ministrations, no matter how
impersonal and rough, were speaking to him right where it counted.
He
might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.
“Ow!”
Alice had pulled hard on his ball sac, disrupting the dreamy state he had
entered when she had spent rather a long time playing with his foreskin, moving
it up and down over his rapidly hardening shaft. Victoria laughed, and Alice
pulled again, even harder, looking up at her friend for approval.
Victoria wrinkled her pert little
nose. “He looks dirty to me,”she said with disgust. “I think he needs to be
cleaned out.”
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