Stories of Tie Up Games

“MMMPH HHMMPHHHMMM!!”


“What’s that? You’ve got to speak up.”


That was really easy for Yamika to say, Blake thought bitterly. She had stuffed three of her used panties into his mouth, then strapped a panel gag over his lips to stop him from spitting them out. It was a wide piece of black leather, covering much of his lower jaw and curling up on either side of his flaring nostrils. The inside of the panel also had a penis-shaped dildo which was currently pinning Blake’s tongue to the bottom of his jaw.


“I hope you don’t mind the taste of that penis,” Yamika teased as she pinched her boyfriend’s cheek. “I’ve been using it to get off all week. God knows it does the job better than you ever could.”


Blake pouted at her as he grumbled into his gag. It was one thing to fantasize about something, but quite another to experience it. He didn’t give the red light signal, though, or even the yellow light. It was far too exciting - both for him and for Yamika - to stop now, and he wanted to see it through, at least for a little while longer.


“Aww, what’s wrong?” Yamika patted Blake on the head, gazing at him in mock concern. “There there. Just give me another moment with these ropes.”


Blake grunted and squirmed in his seat. He didn’t think she needed another moment; he was firmly tied up. His arms were behind the chair’s back, secured with handcuffs at his wrists, and countless loops of rope along his arms. More rope had been tied around his torso, too.


Each of his legs were secured to one of the chair legs, so that his caged cock was on full display. Yamika had been careful to get an adjustable one so that it wasn’t too tight or too loose. His penis and balls were encased in their bright pink prison, which was also decorated with little flowers and hearts to add insult to injury. Yamika had also added a frilly pink ribbon to the cage, tying it into a big bow on top of his shrunken shaft.


Yamika giggled as she pulled on the last knot. “There we go! Nice and snug! Wanna try and get out?”


“HMMPHH MMMMPH!” Blake groaned and growled as he tested his bonds, eager to put on as much of a show for Yamika as she was doing for him.


Nobody would have imagined that his girlfriend was capable of being a sadistic domme. Even now, she wasn’t dressed in leather or even a corset. All she wore was an old t-shirt and sweatpants, as if it was just another Saturday afternoon.


Yamika was a short Bengali woman who spoke English with no trace of a South Asian accent. Her dark brown body boasted prominent curves, and she wore her wavy black hair down to her shoulders. Currently, it was fashioned into a braid which rested on one side of her neck.


“Awwww,” Yamika laughed. “Come on, tough guy, you can do it!” She grabbed her phone and began filming his struggles. “Don’t you want to take that cage off your cock and fuck me?” Behind the phone, she lifted up her t-shirt, revealing her lack of a bra.


“MMMMMMM!” Blake gazed longingly at her oval-shaped breasts, which hung down almost to her stomach. To torment him further, Yamika stuck her tongue out as she shimmied her shoulders to make her brown tits swing.


Never before had he ever been so helpless, so immobile, so humiliated, and the day was only beginning. Blake growled as he felt his member struggling to get hard, straining against its cage.


“Ooo, I think I can see it moving,” Yamika giggled, bringing her phone right up to his caged genitals. “Poor wittle pee pee!”


Blake cried out as Yamika began gently flicking his testicles, jolting as much as he could in his seat.


“What’s wrong Blakey? You don’t like that?” Yamika taunted. “Try and stop me then! Go on!”


“YOOMMM FMMMPH HMMPH!” Blake bit down on the plastic penis in his mouth as he glared furiously at Yamika. She was taking to this bullying far more than he’d expected. It only added to his torment, since he was unable to get hard.


“Oh well,” Yamika remarked as she stepped back and filmed him in profile again. “I guess you’re just going to be my useless little bitch today, huh? Come on and be a good boy when I ask you a question.” Her voice was still pleasant, but there was an undeniable edge to it as well.


Slowly, begrudgingly, Blake nodded in agreement. He felt his cheeks blushing worse than ever now that he was obeying her.


“Good boyyyyy,” Yamika cooed as she patted his head again. “You really take to this, huh?” She grinned wickedly as she walked around him, taking in every detail of his bondage. As she circled him, Blake fumed as he looked down at his exposed and bound body.


“I wonder how many hits this would get online,” Yamika mused aloud. “So many pathetic beta boys wishing they were you. So many girls who love to see a loser put in his place!”


Blake glared up at her and snarled impotently. It was exactly what she wanted; she smirked as she flipped him off behind her phone. When Blake finally lost steam and quieted down, she put her phone back in her pocket.


“Make sure you’ve got it all out of your system before the girls get here. I don’t want you throwing loud tantrums. If you do, I might not have to be so nice. Consider this your final warning, bitch boy.” Her smile widened as she reached down and gave his encased penis a playful tug, and his balls a good pat.


Wincing, Blake was also wrapping his head around her comment about the girls. They had gone through everything before this weekend, but Yamika had told him that she couldn’t guarantee their friends would be interested in playing a part in this fantasy. Now he wondered which girls were coming over, and what they were going to do to him.


Until they arrived, meanwhile, they were alone. Yamika proved it by pulling her pants down so that Blake’s eyes went down to her sex. She’d shaved the night before, so he had an unblemished view of her long labia hanging past her lips. As always, his cock stirred at the sight, much to his frustration.


“Sorry,” Yamika teased, even as she turned around and wiggled and slapped her ass. “Just getting comfortable, you know?” She whipped off her t-shirt and turned around, leaning forward and burying his face between her breasts.


“FMMMPH HHMMMPH!” Blake had no choice but to breathe through his nose, which meant he got a full whiff of her sweaty tits as they battered either side of his face.


Even as she smothered him with her bust, Blake could feel one of Yamika’s hands stroking his balls. She was much more gentle this time, moaning as if she was aroused. It all drove him wild.


“Oh dear,” Yamika exclaimed as she suddenly stepped back, grinning evilly again as he raged in his bonds. “Do I have to cool you down?”


Blake was too frustrated to heed her dangerous tone, not until she walked out of their small living room and came back with a glass from the kitchen. It was half full of ice cubes from the freezer.


“MMMPH!” Blake’s eyes went wide at the sight, and quieted down at once.


“Oh, it’s too late, sweetie,” Yamika assured him. She picked up an ice cube and placed it on the chair, so that his genitals rested on top of it. “You better keep it there, too, or it won’t be the last.”


A high-pitched cry left Blake’s mouth as he felt the ice cube under his balls. Pain shot through his genitals all throughout his body as he tried not to thrash.


Yamika, meanwhile, took out her phone and took more pictures, urging him to smile at her as she did so. The more he glared murderously at her, the more she chuckled at his plight.


“This is for your own good,” she told him as she pulled her sweatpants and t-shirt back on. “You gotta keep those hormones in check.”


Blake glared murderously at his delighted girlfriend. Her used panties tasted salty and tangy in his mouth, the cock-shaped dildo resisted his furious bites into it, he was unable to get himself free of the ropes, and the ice cube was taking an extraordinarily long time to melt.


Meanwhile, Yamika went back to preparing their living room for guests. Bowls of snacks were on the coffee table, the lights were on, and a playlist was playing some of her favourite pop songs. The atmosphere made Blake feel more and more self-conscious as he squirmed about on his chair.


The chair’s legs were also topped off with wheels, so that Yamika occasionally gave him a push to roll this way and that across their floor. He was utterly helpless to stop such movement, since she’d tied him so that his feet didn’t touch the floor. But aside from the occasional half-hearted shove, Yamika was suddenly uninterested in him. Blake was perplexed, staring at her in confusion and growing apprehension.


By the time she seemed to be finished with organising, the ice cube under his balls had melted into a cold wet spot on the chair and a puddle on the floor. Blake’s relief was short-lived when Yamika took notice.


“Oopsie!” Without missing a beat, she grabbed a small cloth and wiped the puddle off the floor and stuck yet another ice cube under Blake’s balls.


“Hmmmmmm…” Blake moaned. He was already feeling numb between his legs, and now the sensations began all over again.


Yamika seemed ready to speak again, but the doorbell suddenly rang out. Without so much as a second glance at her captive boyfriend, Yamika strode to the front door and swung it open.


“Heyyyyy,” Yamika declared as she swung the door open. “Come on in! Blake, say hi to our guests!!”


She darted back to Blake and spun the wheeled chair around to face the door. Blake found himself facing three of his and Yamika’s best friends.


“Hiiii Blake,” Regina called to him. Despite her pale skin and dirty blonde hair, she was from Mexico, and still spoke English with a trace of that accent. A consummate athlete, Regina was in the best shape of them, with a lean, sinewy frame and hard muscles along her limbs. The t-shirt she was wearing only emphasized her impressive biceps as she took off her jacket.


“How’s it going?” Upeksha asked him cheerfully. Like Yamika, she was South Asian with dark brown skin, though her hair was silky straight and she had a much thicker accent than Yamika. She had introduced Blake and Yamika to each other in the first place, having gone to university with the former and met the latter through work.


“Good to see you again, honey,” Avalon drawled. She was taller than the others, and the most statuesque. Her light copper skin contrasted with the bright pink t-shirt and light blue jeans that she was wearing. Her dark brown hair spilled down to the tops of her breasts, which looked bigger than the last time Blake had seen them. He also didn’t fail to notice that her pants were much tighter than the others’, causing a bulge to be formed between her legs. Blake nearly whimpered as he thought of how small he must look now.


Although he certainly felt humiliated, he was also surprised by the women’s demeanours. They sounded so normal, like this was just another hang-out. They weren’t even glancing at his shriveled genitals.


“Anyway, don’t mind Blake, he’s being shy,” Yamika urged her friends as she walked forward to hug each one. Like her, all three were dressed very casually, in big t-shirts and long pants. Blake was mystified at these choices. He was tied to a chair, thoroughly gagged, his body was bared to these three women, and his cock was sealed up in the most humiliating cage he could have imagined. Where were their taunts? Their laughter?


“Let’s sit down, girls,” Yamika urged, leading them to the two couches. Without so much as a second glance at Blake, the others followed her. “Have some snacks!”


Thus, Blake stared in perplexity as an entirely normal hang-out session began, without so much as a glance at him as he sat in his chair.


“How’s that case treating you, Upeshka?” Yamika asked.


“God,” came the exasperated reply. “If we’re gonna talk about work, I need to get high first.”


“Coming right up,” Avalon giggled. As the manager of a dispensary, she could always be counted on to bring discounted edibles.


Soon, all four of the women had ingested gummies along with the snacks, even as the conversation switched over to Avalon’s new boob job.


“Wanna see?” She sat up and lifted the front of her shirt. Her back was to Blake, so he couldn’t get a glimpse.


“Oh wow!” Upeksha reached forward and put her hands on Avalon’s chest. “They look amazing, babe!”


“Thanks!” Avalon put her shirt down again. “The doc was gorgeous too! And she’s already got my number!”


“That’s gotta break some kind of ethical code,” Yamika warned, though she was smiling as she said it.


“Oh don’t worry,” Avalon reassured her, “she won’t be touching these titties if I take charge of her!”


Upeksha and Regina squealed at that, while Blake squirmed in his seat. From the very beginning of her transition, Avalon had exuded femdomme energy. She had participated in threesomes with Yakima and Blake on more than one occasion, dominating them both with ease. The fact that she was in the room and not paying the slightest attention to him now…


“Hmmph,” he grunted bitterly, even as he struggled to get the knots loose.


He might as well have stayed quiet. The women didn’t so much as glance at him as they chatted about their week.


“Oh, did you hear that they’re bringing AI into my department?” Upeksha told Yamika.


“No!” Yamika looked equal parts dismayed and outraged. “What kind of bhulshit is that?”


It was a silly joke that the friends loved to use with each other. ‘Bhul’ meant ‘wrong’ in Bangla, which made for a fitting pun with the English expression ‘bullshit’.


Naturally, the other two were similarly opposed to AI, and they all began preaching to their choir, listing off the ways that the AI craze was going to destabilize the planet and wipe out humans. That, of course, caused the conversation to veer into political talk.


As the conversation went from one topic to another, Blake was left to sit on the sidelines, tied to his chair, baffled and astonished at not being given a single notice. His cock twitched in its cage, reminding him time and again of his robbing of dignity. Such a humiliation deserved far more focus than what he was getting now. Hell, it deserved SOME kind of focus, didn’t it?


“Josh says hi, by the way,” said Regina.


“Oh nice,” Yamika exclaimed fondly. “Where is he?”


“His brother’s throwing a bachelor party for his best friend, and Josh was invited.”


“Sounds like fun,” Upeksha declared. “What was their plan?”


“Oh it wasn’t anything special,” Regina replied, even as she leaned for the chip bowl and took two between her fingers. “They’re renting this big cottage by the lake. Josh told me it’s got enough beds for ten people!”


“Ten people?” Avalon waved a dismissive hand. “They could have just bunked up together.”


“Well, there’s fourteen guys going, so that’s definitely gonna happen,” Regina revealed gleefully. The others were similarly amused.


“Oh my god,” Avalon declared. “That reminds me!”


Blake listened as she began rambling about two guys she’d known before her transition. They’d been part of a youth group together, sharing a tent. They had all discovered themselves during the sleepovers, and had gone on to date each other in secret until they’d come out later in life.


It was a sweet story, to be sure; Blake himself had heard it more than once while hanging out with Avalon. He was growing very bored as she went over the familiar details. “Hmphh,” he grunted again, trying to get the others’ attention. They continued to ignore him, so he raised his voice, until he was shouting into his gags. “Hmmphh! OOMPPPHHMM MEMMMPHU MMM!”


Suddenly, Upeksha began snorting furiously. For a moment, Blake wondered whether she was choking, until a high-pitched shriek of laughter left her mouth.


“Oh - my - god,” Upeksha gasped. “I can’t stand it anymore!”


“I don’t blame you,” Yamika remarked. She shot a smirk at her boyfriend which was equal parts contemptuous and condescending. “I told you he would act like this. Men just need our attention, right?”


Suddenly, all four were shrieking with laughter as they stared at Blake. It was clear to him that the edibles they’d eaten were kicking in.


“Oh god, I thought I was going to explode,” Upeksha gasped. “When I saw that video, I thought I was gonna pass out!"


“HMmm?” It suddenly dawned on Blake what Yamika had done. The mention of a video reminded him of how extensively she’d filmed him before the others had arrived.


Yamika, who was laughing too, noticed the change of expression on his face. “Oh yeah, babe, I may have shared a video with these three before they showed up. Didn’t want them to crack up at the first sight of you.”


“Honestly, that video did not prepare me for this,” Avalon gushed, prompting the others to laugh harder.


Despite his frustration with this dastardly scheme, a part of Blake couldn’t help but admire the genius of it. Yamika had first made him anxious about all the attention he’d receive, and then triggered him into demanding it himself. Now that he was receiving the reaction he’d expected, he cursed his own participation and his girlfriend for manipulating him so effortlessly. He cursed even more as his cock tried to swell, straining in the tight cage. His defiant anger devolved into moans of frustration, longing for the release which was denied him.


"Well," Yamika declared, "let's see how prepared Blakey is for some attention!"

Wow this was a great start! Very eager to see where this goes!

Perhaps a sock gag? Stinky foot torture? Using him as a foot stool? Makeover? So many options!!

This is amazing

Jeesh. I wonder, how she even got him like that.

Mister The Edge wrote: 2 weeks ago Jeesh. I wonder, how she even got him like that.

This is a consensual bondage session between a couple and their friends. Apologies if that wasn’t clear.

G9Drox wrote: 3 weeks ago Although he certainly felt humiliated, he was also surprised by the women’s demeanours. They sounded so normal, like this was just another hang-out. They weren’t even glancing at his shriveled genitals.

Well, i guess that this was kinda the point here? Absolutely superb, by the way!

Yep can’t wait to read more!

Fantastic

A very good start! Eager to read more!

Once again, Blake was struck dumb by the twists of the evening. Prior to this, he and Yamika had spent hours comparing what they each wanted out of this evening. They had also compared their hard limits and agreed on the boundaries, but that had left a lot of wiggle room. Blake and Yamika hadn’t known all their friend’s limits, for one thing, or whether they’d even be willing to take part. But Blake had assured Yamika that she could surprise him as long as his limits were met. She had certainly delivered on that front.

Now he shuddered as the four ladies approached and surrounded him. No matter how badly he and Yamika had fantasized about this, the reality was more daunting than he could have predicted, especially with three of their close friends apparently being happy to play a part. How far they were willing to go, Blake had no way of knowing.

“Well done, Yam,” Avalon complimented as she stood beside Blake and examined him. “He looks snug as a sad little bug!” Her prominent bulge was practically brushing his face, and not by accident either. Blake blushed as he smelled a strong whiff of sweat from her groin.

“Speaking of sad little bug,” Upeksha quipped, pointing at Blake’s groin, “I always guessed that you were small, but I never thought you were this itty bitty, Blakey!”

Blake felt his face flush as he protested in vain. The cock cage and the ice cubes had done their work, and not even his strong arousal was enough to reverse the effect which Yamika had carried out.

“I think Lil Dicky ought to write a song about you,” Regina snarked as she patted his gagged cheek.

Blake flinched, grumbling bitterly. He was surrounded by laughing women, holding up their phones and taking evidence of him at his most humiliated.

Once again, Yamika found a way to make it worse; she began stroking his shrunken shaft with the tips of two fingers as he moaned.

“Aww, it’s okay,” she cooed condescendingly. “You wanted some attention, I get it. You couldn’t just sit quietly, you had to act out and interrupt our night.”

“Since we’re collecting evidence,” Avalon interjected, “let’s do a comparison!”

She was already moving while Blake was turning his head to face her. Just as he was facing Avalon, her gock flopped into view, landing on his shoulder with a soft thump.

“Mmmph!” Blake flinched, even as the others ‘ooh’d and ‘aah’d at the sight of Avalon’s gock. Yamika smirked as she measured both dicks with her hands and held up the different lengths for Blake to see. “I think we got a winner, babe!”

“Let’s take some pics for proof,” Upeksha squealed. Her phone was already pointed at Blake and Avalon. The latter began posing with her genitals resting on Blake’s shoulder, as if he was just a podium for her glory.

Blake growled bitterly; even if he hadn’t been sitting on ice or wearing a cock cage, he still would have had the smaller shaft. Avalon was astonishingly well-endowed, as her OnlyFans could attest. Her erect girldick was over seven inches long and girthy besides. Her balls were especially saggy and wrinkly, with the loose, light brown skin stretching far across Blake’s bony shoulder.

The worst of it was the smell. It had been immediately clear to Blake that Avalon hadn’t washed herself for a few days, even through her thick sweatpants. Now his nostrils were full of a rank, sweaty stench which made him snarl in disgust.

“Awww, what’s wrooong?” Avalon cooed. “I went to the gym with Regina just for yooouuu!”

Blake felt her grab his head with both hands, and moaned in anticipation of what was about to happen. She turned his face towards her and began rubbing herself all across his face. As the others roared with laughter and continued to take pics, Blake could only grunt furiously and squirm against the chair. Her girldick and balls were very warm against his skin. They also left a residue of sticky, stinky sweat wherever they brushed past.

“Now you know how I feel when you don’t shower two days in a row,” Yamika jeered as Blake unleashed a flurry of muffled grunts.

Even after Avalon took up different poses, the humiliation just kept getting worse. Yamika joined them in posing for the camera. She stared at Blake in mock disappointment. She knelt between them and put her hands on Blake’s and Avalon’s cocks, shooting the former a look of derision, then the latter a look of amazement and admiration. Regina and Upeksha giggled like schoolgirls as they took turns in front of the camera too, holding their thumbs and forefingers in the Lil Dicky pose beside Blake’s sad display. They also made an L shape with their hands over Blake’s head while Avalon continued showing off. At one point, she swung her erection and struck both his cheeks, inspiring cackles from the other stoned ladies.

All the while, Blake blushed harder and harder, overwhelmed by shame and desire as the others made a whole album of his humiliation.

“Okay,” Regina laughed, “let’s switch out his gag!”

As a smirking Avalon continued to rub herself all over his face, Blake felt a pair of hands working on the straps which kept his panel gag in place. Eventually, he felt his gag loosen, then come undone. With no small measure of relief, Blake pushed the penis-shaped dildo out of his mouth. No sooner did he do that, though, than Avalon suddenly pushed the tip of her gock between his lips.

“Look at that,” Avalon joked. “Yamika was getting you all ready for the real thing!”

Blake grunted softly as her impressive shaft quickly filled his mouth. It was certainly a change from the dildo; Avalon’s gock was not only bigger, it was warmer, slicker, and pulsed against his tongue as he began to suck it. A hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and gripped tightly.

“That’s right, bitch boy,” Avalon growled, thrusting faster and faster into his mouth. “Give us a show.”

He did the best he could, slurping and slobbering over her gock while the others giggled and cheered him on.

“Oh gawd,” Yamika gasped. Blake knew that tone very well. From the corner of his eye, he saw her standing by, with one hand shoved into the front of her sweatpants, unabashedly rubbing herself. Regina and Upeksha both catcalled her as she did so, but she paid them no mind.

“I’ll give you this, Blakey, you’re a natural,” Avalon gasped. Her tone was still mocking, but now it was hoarse with lust as her thrusts picked up speed.

It was all Blake could do to keep pace with her as his face was thoroughly fucked. He had sucked dick before, but none of those guys had been as endowed as Avalon. Nor had he ever given a blowjob with an audience before. His cock cage was more constraining than ever as he slurped noisily on Avalon’s gock.

“Ohhhh yes, bitch,” Avalon suddenly whined, “yes yes yes yes yes!” Her voice was more high-pitched than ever, and she seemed almost as out of breath as Blake was.

Yamika suddenly cried aloud in Bengali. From the corner of Blake’s eye, he saw her bend forward, her legs shaking beneath her sweatpants. Regina and Upeksha were silent, gaping at the scene, their expressions flush with desire and excitement.

Suddenly, Avalon stepped back, her gock slipping out of Blake’s mouth. He gasped for air, only for Avalon to step forward again, her hand already on her massive erection.

“Suck my balls, bitch boy,” she rasped. “You don’t get to taste what’s coming.”

“Oh yes,” Yamika whimpered, still fingering herself fiercely. “Spray all over him, Avalon!”

“Dios mio,” Regina whispered as her eyes widened. Upeksha’s jaw had dropped, and her tongue seemed ready to fall out of her mouth.

Blake, meanwhile, was completely preoccupied with Avalon’s loose, saggy, wrinkled sack. He groaned in disgust at the taste of them, but nevertheless massaged them gently with his tongue. Between his eyes, meanwhile, Avalon fiercely pumped her gock.

“Make a mess, babe,” Regina urged as she held up her phone again. “Don’t you hold back at all!”

And Avalon obeyed. The only signal she gave was when she cried out in what Blake could only assume was her native Arabic.

“Hmmm!” His eyes widened as ropes of thick, warm, sticky cum burst from her gock and began landing on Blake’s head. The first ones quickly became entangled in his hair, until Avalon took half a step back.

Her balls slid out of Blake’s mouth, even as he instinctively shut his eyes when he saw where Avalon’s girldick was aimed. Semen splashed his face, in long, warm, sticky streaks. He heard Yamika wail for a second time, which only put more strain on his caged genitals.

Before he could speak or lick at the cum on his face, Blake felt a ball of cloth crammed in his mouth. It didn’t take long for him to realise that these were panties, and they managed to taste even muskier than Avalon’s gock. “MMMPH!”

“Sorry, Blakey, but no cum for you,” Avalon teased hoarsely. She emphasised this by running the wet tip of her gock all across his face while Blake could only give muffled grunts in response.

“We’ve been wearing these panties for days,” Regina hissed as she kept her strong hand over his mouth to stop him spitting them out. “And we’ve been busy, haven’t we girls?”

“Absolutely,” Avalon affirmed. “Some of the best gym workouts of my life!”

“All to make sure you got the foulest gag possible,” Yamika cooed as she pinched Blake’s earlobe to get another grunt out of him.

“Speaking of, let’s make sure he can’t spit those panties out like a bitch boy,” Avalon urged.

Blake didn’t want to risk opening his eyes when there was cum all over his closed lids. He could only sit there in darkness as the hand gagging him was replaced with a thick cloth tied over his lips. “MMPHh mmmph hmmm?” His voice was more muted than ever thanks to the cloths stuffing and gagging him so thoroughly.

If the others heard his muffled gag-talk, they didn’t bother to address it. Instead, Upeksha spoke to the other three. “Who wants to watch a movie?”

The other quickly agreed, much to Blake’s frustration. He was messy, he had a bad taste in his mouth which was only getting worse, his cock was desperately strained in his cage, and he couldn’t even look at his surroundings now that his eyes were shut.

Thus, he was taken by complete surprise when someone grabbed his caged genitals and lifted them up. After a moment, they were released again, only to land on something horrifically cold.

“MMMMPHM!” Blake screamed as hard as he could, recognising immediately what was going on. “YMMMPH HMMPHMMPH!”

“Sorry, bitch boy,” Yamika’s voice whispered in one ear. “You just looked like you could use a bit more ice to calm down. Now be a good little boy while we have our girls night!”

He felt her lips kiss his cheek, her finger flick his balls, and one last giggle leave her mouth before she walked away to the couches. Blake continued to rage impotently, straining against his bonds. His ears were suddenly assaulted by one of those banal rom-coms that Yamika liked to watch ironically. The stoned ladies began laughing and riffing amongst themselves, seemingly paying no more attention to their captive, who was left to thrash and rant incoherently to himself as the ice slowly melted beneath his blue balls.