I couldn't believe it when I opened the envelope and read the words written in elegant script: "You are cordially invited to my bachelorette party." It was from my girlfriend, Sarah, and I was both surprised and excited. I had been presenting myself as gay to fit in with her social circle, but little did she know that I was anything but.
I arrived at the party venue, a luxurious penthouse, and was greeted by Sarah and her eight female friends. They were all dressed to the nines, and I couldn't help but notice that some of them were scantily clad. My penis began to stiffen in my pants, and I tried my best to play it cool.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't our resident fake gay," one of the girls said, eyeing my crotch.
"I see you're enjoying the view," I replied, trying to keep things light.
"Oh, we're just getting started," another girl said, grabbing my ass. "You're a closet case, aren't you?"
I tried to protest, but my embarrassment only made me more aroused. Before I knew it, the girls had ordered me to strip down to my underwear. I hesitated for a moment, but the thought of being dominated by these strong, controlling women was too enticing.
I stood before them in my boxers, my penis fully erect and leaking precum. They ogled my body, making lewd comments and jokes. One of the girls, a dominatrix type, produced a baseball bat and threatened to use it on my testicles. I was terrified but also excited by the prospect.
The girls continued to taunt and tease me, taking turns spanking me with the bat and other objects. I was in a state of blissful submission, my penis fully erect and leaking precum.
Finally, the girls decided to take things to the next level. They removed my underwear, exposing my balls. I was completely at their mercy, ready for whatever punishment they had in store for me.
"You're ours now," Sarah said, a wicked smile on her face. "And we're going to make you beg for more."
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