His c**k retreated under the amused scrutiny of his giggling captors. He was near tears in his desperate humiliation. “Please, let me go, please,” he moaned, clenching his eyes shut. “Don’t do this.”
“Do what?” Wendy’s innocent voice teased. “Most boys would be happy to be naked in a van full of cheerleaders. What’s the matter? Don’t you think we’re sexy?” She reached down and gave his n****e a hard pinch. “Hmm? Don’t you think we’re sexy?”
“Y-yes, yes, you’re sexy, you’re very sexy. Please let me go,” he babbled.
“Your little dickie doesn’t seem to think we’re very sexy,” she pouted prettily. She took his scared, limp p***s between her thumb and forefinger and pressed persistently against the sensitive frenum.
A groan of humiliated pleasure escaped from the handcuffed boy’s mouth. He
