Willie
620 Words
Willie
I am in love.
Chloe, the girl to whom I have been gifted, is blonde, petite and beautiful. Blue eyes, with an effervescent personality, she is dressed plainly yet her slim waist, sizable breasts and charming, plush hips belie the simplicity of her attire. Her pure and innocent good looks make me feel so ashamed in appearing before her in such a debaucherous role: a naked party boy, a rather kinky male stripper with outrageously painted gonads, and an erection which thankfully, in crawling about on all fours, not many women have noticed.
She gleefully palms my sac and draws it back between my thighs and forcibly upturned feet and calves. The lurid display of the male reproductive organs brings derisive laughter. What was that comparison Lenore made? To bachelor parties ...with alcohol and entertainment.
At first blush it would appear that it is she being mischievous in handling the male organs. But how is it that such have come to be so prominently displayed and available to her touch? After all, I did volunteer and though the bondage is startling, the nudity was beforehand aptly explained. It is not she who is engaging in libidinous conduct.
And so I flush with humiliation under her exploring hand and examining eyes.
Come puppy, she playfully suggests in releasing my balls and maintaining her role.
I feel my testicles swing about and she leads me firmly on the leash.
Whats his name? she calls out to an admiring Lenore.
Willie. And he has a nice one.
My secret is out. Through the mask I spy the reaction to Lenores double entendre. Many stoop to look under my black and white torso. More giggles follow in spying my willie, stiff and conspicuously standing out as the only naturally colored portion of my anatomy.
Nicely hung for a short guy, comes one comment. Others are less complimentary. Some sneer. Overall there seems to be a propensity to denigrate the priapic male. I am indeed entertaining.
Chloe leads me once around the pool and I feel the penetrating stares of the dozens of women as the awkward motion of my entrapped thighs causes my plums to swing. I am introduced to all with the very polite title of Miss inserted before each first name. Endeavoring to please, I sniff every foot and each hand when extended. I know to fulfill the canine role but the mask inhibits licking.
A rather stern middle-aged woman, a Miss Beverly, puts aside all pretension when I begin sniffing about her foot. Two fingers from a strong and firm hand slip under my collar and brusquely tug me upward. My front paws rise from the pool side deck. I once again find myself perched awkwardly on hind paws, struggling to balance on bent knees, her firm grip supporting my upper body. This exposes to the gaze of my entire black and white underbelly, a frontal view of the dangling pink scrotum and of course my massive erection.
The crowd of women shrieks with delight. All modesty and decorum are put aside.
He likes being displayed, the young stud. Look at that stiff pecker! the assertive Miss Beverly calls out to all.
And then for the first time I feel it, a discernible twinge in my loins. My arousal seems to heighten and I embarrass myself by feeling my erect p***s waggle for the entire crowd to observe.
Miss Chloe seems most impressed. And others express their enjoyment. For the first time, cameras flash with the black and white body paint serving as a backdrop in so nicely highlighting the natural flesh tones of my erection. I remind myself of the anonymity of my task. But it provides little relief from the mental stress.
A puppy whos ready to stud, Chloe decrees, adding to the hilarity...and my shame.
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