Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts

and a low-cut tank top. Typical tramp in distress.
    Her smile faded. “Excuse me, did you just call me a typical tramp?” Oh god, did I say that out loud? Being socially retarded sucked. I either get tongue tied or forget how to think quietly.
    “U-um n-no I meat, meant...” Idiot, I told myself, be Moltenman. “I said tropical amp. You know, like electric, 'cause you look so alive.” I gave her a stern look, so she’d know I meant business. I mentally sighed when she smiled again, I can’t believe she bought that.
    “Oh, I do, don’t I? You must be Wyatt, Brain said you were cute but he didn’t say you were so sweet. I’m his sister, Olivia,” she said holding her hand out; I gripped it firmly and shook it twice. “Please, come in we're just wrapping up in the living room,” she stopped to giggle a little. “I mean the party is just getting started, in the living room, head on in.”
    I admit I haven’t been to a lot of parties before so I don’t have much to compare with but walking into the living room I was pretty sure this wasn’t a party. It certainly wasn’t a costume party, unless they were all dressed as sluttier than average innocent civilians. There were about 12 to 15 women sitting in a semicircle. They were all facing towards the front of the room, where a woman was standing. She was holding up a giant double headed purple dildo, looking closer I could see a table behind her lined with sex toys. My left eye twitched a few times. Brian tricked me into dressing up and coming to a Pleasure Party. The ladies noticed my entrance; the woman in the center stopped talking and just stared at me. Like in slow motion, they all turned to me one at a time, all looking at me curiously while I looked around the room, wondering if it was too late to escape.
    One woman finally broke the silence, “Holy Shit! I didn’t know you got a stripper for this!” She used her hands to gesture me towards the center of the room. I didn’t move. “Come on, sweet-thing, start dancing.” By this time the other ladies had joined in and where chanting ‘take it off’ and ‘shake that ass’. Why the fuck did Brian invite me here? I was mortified and even my Moltenman persona abandoned me. Shit, I had to get out of here.
    I didn’t want to take my eyes off them, they were starting to get more rowdy and I was worried if I turned my back they’d swarm me. If that pack of crazy bitches took me down, I wouldn’t be getting back up. Not even Moltenman had the survival skills for something like this. Hoping to escape, I took a step back and bumped into something solid. There was nothing there when I came in, so it had to be person. It felt too flat, solid and big to be a woman. I gulped, not sure, if I should try to spin away and dash for the door.
    I never got a chance to do either because, before I could make a move, something was slipped over my head, and strong arms wrapped around my upper body pulling me tighter against the mystery man’s chest. I couldn’t see or move my arms. I struggled to get free and started screaming, I was probably another minute away from completely panicking.
    Then I heard, “It’s me,” whispered quietly in my ear. I stopped struggling, realizing it was Brian holding me, and I immediately felt safe knowing I was under his control. “That’s right, Moltenman, struggling is useless. You walked right into my trap, now I'll take you to my torture chamber and you'll tell me the location of the Gold Griffin Gemstone, by the time I'm through with you,” he said in a deep throaty voice followed by a menacing laugh.
    He spun me around so fast I got dizzy and before I knew it, something was pulled tight round me and I still couldn’t move my arms. Next, my ankles were tied together. I almost fell over when the rope was pulled snug but a large hand on my chest kept me steady. I felt Brian press against my waist as his arms enclosed around me before he lifted me over his shoulder.
    I wiggled as the position put pressure on my rapidly hardening cock. “Don’t move,” he ordered in his villainous voice. My body stopped moving on its own but my cock continued to harden to a full erection. He was even stronger than I thought and could carry me with ease.
    I felt Brian start to walk away when one of the ladies shouted, “Where the hell do you think you’re going? We wanna watch.” These women are perverts, don't they have internet? Brian's incredibly hot though so I understood