With the thought of what was going to happen and having no sexual release I was going out of my mind, the slightest thing would turn me on and I spent...a great deal of that week trying to hide my hard on. Eventually it came to the night, my wife told me "dress nice, no need to pack" and "you're driving", she also told me what time to pick her up from the beauty salon. So I showered, shaved, put on my good suit and headed over to the salon. When she walked out I gasped - she looked stunning,. As I lay there still being fucked, still cumming, the other two guys started rubbing their spunk into my tits. I was just so warm and relaxed I didn’t care. The feeling got even better when I felt my cunt being flooded again with the glowing warmth of fresh, thick sperm, God I thought I am a real slut.Over the next hour they all fucked my cunt at least once more and most wanked on me to. When the last of them climbed from between my legs, my two cops got busy snapping the mess my fanny was. I did so fairly slowly; the backpack had been surprisingly light but, not knowing just what was contained inside, I set the backpack down and inspected the contents silently.One pair of handcuffs. Great startOne roll of duct tape. UsefulOne 200 ft section of nylon rope. Very UsefulAmanda's rubber dildo. I'll find some use for that.One bottle of lube. Strawberry flavored. ;-) Her favoriteOne bandana. To be used as a blindfold no doubt.With this inventory in mind, I looked up at Amanda, still. The cut off period was noon today and so only one lone, but nonetheless very cute girl was still manning the desk. Despite my tardiness, she welcomed me with a cheerful smile. “Hello Cutie, are you here to enter the great Rasheul slave tournament?”I nodded in confirmation and showed the receptionist my pass. She hummed a tune as she checked my credentials.“You made it trough the qualifiersI Great job! You probably heard this all before, but rules are rules. Gotta brief you anyways. Sorry about.