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Warning: This story is pure fiction, written solely for your enjoyment. Do not attempt to recreate anything described in this story.
"The Grand, room 114. This time I got a friend to help out."
Johnson was still puzzling over that remark when he reached the hotel room. It was another man inside, on the bed. He was on his back, with his legs bent and drawn up to his chest, kept in place by a series of ropes. Around one leg was a pair of knickers, on the other was hung a bra. Between his spread ass cheeks was a piece of plastic that Johnson knew would be the bottom of an anal plug - a large one by the look of it. Strewn on the bed was an array of plugs and strap-on dildos, in varying sizes, all with condoms still on. Johnson didn't want to look too closely but they appeared to have been used. The man still had a condom on his penis, filled with come. His chest was adorned with a stripe of blue paint.
A larger-than-usual sign above the bed read: 'HE LICKS PUSSY AND TAKES IT DEEP - WHAT MORE COULD A WOMAN WANT? MAYBE A BIGGER PENIS AND THE ABILITY TO LAST MORE THAN 5 SECONDS!'. Johnson began taking pictures. When he finished, he removed the obligatory blindfold, gag, and ear-plugs.
"Hey buddy. Time to wake up." The man awoke with a start. He seemed less dazed than the others usually were.
"What's going on?"
"Looks like you got lucky last night, but she left you a little tied up."
"Cool," the man grinned. "I don't remember much though."
"I doubt you'll remember anything," Johnson told him as he continued freeing him.
"I can feel something in my ass," the man said. He sat up, and saw the sex toys on the bed. "Were they all used on me?"
"Guess so."
"That's a bit, erm, embarrassing."
"Wait until you see what's on the wall," Johnson said. The man turned, read it, and then looked away. Johnson knew what to do next.
"I'd best be off. Oh, I'm a reporter, won't mention your name though," he called over his shoulder as he left. It was routine by now.
Johnson found the man on his side, ankles and wrists each tied together but otherwise the only bondage was the usual stuff on his head. Hanging out of the man's ass-hole were the ends of two tied up condoms. There was one still on his dick, full of come. Two more condom ends were drooping from either side of the man's ball-gag. Johnson decided to wake the man before removing the gag, in case he choked on the condoms.
Johnson waited before the man seemed fully conscious before attempting to explain the situation. "You have two condoms in your mouth. I don't want you to choke, so I'm going to untie your hands so that you can do it." The man nodded and Johnson untied him. The man pulled the ball-gag out of his mouth, followed by two tied-up condoms, filled with come and dripping with saliva.
"I guess I must have got lucky last night," the man said with a smile as he sat up and saw the condom on his dick.
"Maybe," Johnson told him, and pointed to the wall. The man turned and saw the banner: 'WERE THEY YOURS FROM FUCKING A WOMAN, YOURS FROM FUCKING A MAN, OR A MAN'S FROM FUCKING YOU?'. The man looked horrified.
"They were in my mouth!" he protested. "And they might have been up my - or his... surely not. It's just a woman playing a joke."
"There's a couple more in your ass," Johnson said, wincing. As he expected, the man's expression worsened.
"I'd know if someone had - wouldn't I?"
"Wouldn't know myself. Not ever tried it. But it could have been the other way round by the sounds of it - you having his." The man sat silent on the bed. Johnson decided it was probably time to leave; an early exit seemed to be the best thing to do in these situations.
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