To stay calm, you try to look around, but there’s nothing. Even the sounds you are used to– the electric hum of your laptop, your phone vibrating ...o texts and status updates, the soft whirling of the fan overhead– are missing. This isn’t your room.Your heart starts racing. Stop. Take a deep breath. You try to remember yesterday, one piece at a time, to figure out how you wound up here, and where here is. Nothing stands out. You went to work to pick up your check. You went to see Dan? No, you. “It is you, isn’t it!? You motherfucker! You son of a bitch! You kidnapped her and then you came for me!? You fucking old fart!” She yelled from the bottom of her lungs, then buffing like crazy, catching her breath.I stopped besides Brandon, who stood close to the door, looking at the girl. She had her wrists on a leather cuff that was linked to a chain hanging from one of the rafters. Her petite body was naked, beautifully stretched, her legs forced open by a spreader bar buckled to her. There was a large bowl by the door. Once everybody was there, Brian removed the bowl and put it in a secure location.When the girls came to the party, they were given a packet of bracelets. Most girls wore all of them. Some of the girls removed the bracelets to the acts they had no intention to perform.It seemed that word got around and people came. People from other towns came too. The party was a mixed bag. Jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, brains, etc. Brian had a few of his fraternity brothers. It's too big!" "Fuck man, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean this." "It's no problem! I actually am kind of attracted to it!" "Uhh..."Attracted, how? A guy usually feels grossed out seeing another man's package. But this fool, he likes it. You notice him licking his lips. "Looks like you need some help there," you hear him say. "No, I don't roll like that!" "Are you certain of that? I've heard other guys say the exact same thing you have, but by the end of it, come out more satisfied than ever.