Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 15.

I watched helplessly, on my knees, as the men surrounded me. Looking up from my kneeling position I could see them watching, unzipping their trousers, and then, blocking my vision the sight of one cock after another. Faced with an enormous penis, it is almost impossible to focus on a man’s face. All I could do was stare at was the dick before me, and to the left of me, an to the right.

There were so many.

My arms were firmly held behind me. I could feel unseen hands restraining me, but my eyes were fixed on what I could see before me. I was mesmerized, and could not have pulled away, even if I had wanted to.

If you’ve ever looked at a photo of a woman in such a position you’ll see that she almost invariably has her mouth open. I found my mouth open, slack jawed and wanting to be invaded. I swear my mouth was actually watering at the thought. I struggle at the recollection, realising now that I had become quite conditioned and that any thought of resistance was far from my mind.

Instead of fear or outrage, I was filled with a much more intense emotion. It was almost closer to hunger than anything else, but whatever label one might choose to place on it, I found it overwhelming and irresistible. I was aware of the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch, my mouth falling open in anticipation. I tried to fight…