Ha, that brings back memories for me. Decades ago when I was in my late 20s I was at a party where I didn't really know anyone there much yet the girl whose party it was enticed me to her room; there she stripped me which of course I found incredibly erotic, my boner was hard and eagerly anticipating sliding into a soft vagina pretty soon, but no, she then tied my hands behind my back, the feeling of helplessness was perhaps the biggest erotic thrill in my life. She kept her clothes on which only added to my excitement and feeling of vulnerability, and she had ideas what to do with me, being fucked immediately was not one of them.
Suddenly to my surprise she looped a thin rope round my balls & pulled it tight, I gasped in pain. then she yanked the rope and ordered me to march. To my horror she led me out into the crowded party, roped like that one has no choice but to do as told. I was filled with terrible embarrassment as I was led through the crowded room yet the thrill of it kept my erection jutting up hard as iron adding to my feeling of utter shame. I remember the lewd comments shouted at me all concerning the appearance of my jutting penis. Hands, mostly female, but also some of the blokes roughly grabbed me, they hurt me I remember). Different girls taking it in turn to rub my throbbing penis caused me inevitably to spurt cum all over the carpet, then someone stubbed cigarette on my bare buttock which really hurt and sort of made the whole thing less fun for me.
A space was cleared and I was ordered to dance, as I tried to dance my captor jerked the rope every so often whch was agony but I had to keep going. By now of course my penis was soft though swollen from the previous activity, as I jigged around in the effort to dance I was aware of it swinging around and side to side ridiculously (I'd never danced in the nude, for a bloke one feels rather silly).
I recall now, with my memory of being the center of attention, nude, vulnerable, and the object of fun for the small crowd I was experiencing some of the shame a crucified victim would have suffered, of course I didn't suffer the agony, though the rope round my balls was extremely painful every time it was pulled and the cigarette burn was nasty.
Tired of causing me public humiliation, my female captor eventually led me back to her room where she stripped off, released me from my bonds and allowed me to fuck her hard, and by gosh after that humiliation I wanted to give her the hardest fuck in her life! Dressed again I was very reluctant to rejoin the party yet I was given a hero's reception. I wonder to this day how many there were in on planning it, and why me?
