As the vibrating plug kept his prostate aroused, Dennis contemplated his predicament. He had let the Master convince him to attend the play night for a local BDSM club. The Master wasn’t Dennis’ Dom. Dennis was still unattached and looking for a sexy Mistress.
He had hoped that by being displayed he’d find one.
But blindfolded he wasn’t sure who was looking at him. The Master had been so persuasive and controlling, Dennis couldn’t say no. It felt wrong.
And as he stood there, men touching his cock, he heard them talk about how beautiful a slave he was and how much they wanted to violate his sweet straight ass and mouth… and it was turning him on.
He hoped The Master would take him and own him. It felt right.