She entered the tack room. There was Eric hanging from a support beam His arms were over his head and behind his back. He was in a very tight fitting ...orset. In the corset, there were a set of breast forms. DD cup size. A long haired Blonde wig was on his head His waist was pulled up to raise his buttocks. Nicole could also see Eric had a large dildo forced into his mouth and tied there. His legs were tied to the floor. Eric had what looked like a tail. In truth it was a large butt plug with. It was an evening of rampant debauchery between consenting men, held every month in a vast converted warehouse. Some revellers came naked, others attired in their fetish wear of choice. A few had their clothing chosen by the masterful hosts.At nine o’clock, four happily married and “completely straight” husbands engaged in a bout of nude oil-wrestling, with the two losers destined to spend the entire party using their mouths to service the faceless pricks of dozens of men who wanted nothing. What was more peculiar still was that the man sitting so comfortably on the armchair and sipping from a glass of red wine was Virgil: the same gentleman that Paul had met several times in Nudeworld. How could an avatar be present in the real world? Had Paul absentmindedly wandered into a virtual universe and forgotten that he’d done so? Or was this avatar another peculiar, but unusually non-random, oddity generated by the Anomaly? ‘Am I in Nudeworld?’ Paul asked. ‘No,’ said Virgil. ‘No, you. Question is, would I do it again without the brownies now that I've done it once? Where does it stop? The two men? Three men? Four? What do I want? Do I want a life like this forever? A life filled with thick cocks? Could I go back to just one now that I've had more?Puzzled, and with no answers, I began to clean up from lunch. No, I'm not sorry I did it. Will I do it again? I honestly don't know. Maybe. What do I want for the rest of my life? I don't know that either. This is all new. It's like.