Josh Tyler clapped his hands. “Five minutes, guys! If you haven’t already, now’s the time to strip down and put your hoods on. Our bottom boy will be joining us momentarily, and we’ll get the party started. Feel free to suck, kiss, and fondle one another…we want everyone hard and ready to take his turn.”
With shaking hands, Sean slipped out of his clothes and pulled the leather hood over his already sweaty face. He glanced down at his dick, which was so small at the moment it looked like it was trying to retreat back into his body. He knew it would be physically impossible for him to perform. He hoped that prospect would never be put to the test.
And then the room grew quiet, and Sean’s fear and anxiety rose several notches.
A door opened. Arliss entered the room.
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