Alex had always fantasized about shedding his clothes for a crowd, feeling the rush of eyes devouring his toned body. At 22, with a chiseled physique from endless gym sessions and a cock that hung heavy between his legs, he figured stripping could be his ticket to easy cash and thrills. He signed up with a discreet agency specializing in private male dancers, no questions asked. His first booking came quick: a high-end venue downtown, a VIP suite for a bachelorette-style party. Five women, faces to remain anonymous under masks for privacy. The pay was insane—enough to cover rent for months. He arrived nervous but pumped, stripping down to a tight thong in the dimly lit room adorned with velvet curtains and a central pole.
The door swung open, and in walked the group, all cloaked in black robes that hugged their curves, elaborate feathered masks concealing their features from nose to forehead. Only their lips and chins peeked out, painted in bold reds and glossy pinks. Alex's heart pounded as he scanned them: one tall and voluptuous with wide hips swaying hypnotically, another petite and perky with a mischievous grin, a third with full breasts straining against her robe, and two more—slimmer, athletic builds that screamed familiarity. He froze mid-pose on the pole. That laugh, that curve of the neck... no, it couldn't be. His aunt Elena, the sultry 45-year-old with a body that turned heads at family gatherings; his stepmother Victoria, 42 and still smoking hot from yoga; his stepsister Mia, 20 and wild; and his cousins Sophia and Lila, both 24 and 26, inseparable troublemakers. But the masks... thank fuck for the masks. They couldn't know it was him, and he sure as hell wasn't spilling. Shock twisted into dark excitement—taboo fuel igniting his veins.
'Ladies, your entertainment has arrived,' Alex announced, voice steady despite the chaos in his chest. He gripped the pole, grinding his hips forward, the thin fabric of his thong tenting as his cock thickened at the sight of them. The women circled him like predators, robes slipping open to reveal lace lingerie clinging to sweat-glistened skin. Elena—or was it Victoria?—stepped first, her masked face inches from his, breath hot. 'Dance for us, stud. Show us what you've got.' Her voice was husky, laced with that auntie authority he knew too well.
He launched into it, body moving on instinct. Hips rolling, abs flexing under the spotlights, he peeled off the thong slowly, letting his thick cock spring free, already half-hard and veined. The room erupted in cheers and whistles. Sophia and Lila—his cousins—started the tease, turning their backs to him and dropping low. Their asses popped out, round and firm, as they twerked in unison, cheeks clapping softly against the thin straps of their thongs. 'Like what you see, dancer boy?' one purred, glancing over her shoulder, mask hiding her eyes but not the wicked curl of her lips. Mia joined, her lithe body grinding air inches from his face, nipples hard points through sheer fabric, brushing his chest as she whispered, 'Bet you've never had a crowd this hungry.'
Seduction poured off them like venom. Victoria sauntered close, her robe falling away to expose heavy tits and a shaved pussy peeking from garters. She pressed against him, grinding her wet slit along his thigh while Elena flanked the other side, nails raking his back. 'We're gonna eat you alive,' Elena murmured, tongue flicking his earlobe. They devoured him with touches—fingers tracing his cock's length, lips sucking at his neck, asses backing into his groin until he was rock-hard, pre-cum beading at the tip. No rest, no mercy. His family, masked and feral, ready to claim every inch.
It escalated fast, cult-like frenzy taking hold. They shoved him onto a plush couch in the corner, robes discarded, bodies a tangle of curves and heat. 'No breaks, pretty boy,' Mia growled, straddling his lap first. Her pussy lips parted as she sank down, engulfing his cock in tight, slick heat. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, mask slipping slightly but holding. Alex groaned, hands gripping her ass, thrusting up to meet her slams. He loved it—the forbidden plunge into his stepsister's cunt, her walls clenching like she owned him. But he wasn't passive; shock morphed to dominance. He flipped her off, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while his cock drove deeper, pounding her until she screamed.
The others swarmed. Sophia and Lila—cousins he'd jerked off to in secret—dropped to their knees, tongues lapping at his balls as he fucked Mia. 'Suck him clean,' Victoria commanded, her voice that stepmom edge now twisted into whoreish demand. Elena grabbed a riding crop from a nearby table of toys, cracking it against his ass to urge harder thrusts. They were addicts, every part of them fuckable: mouths gaping for cock, pussies dripping, asses presented for invasion. Alex led the charge, pulling out of Mia to shove his shaft down Sophia's throat. She gagged, mascara running under the mask, but sucked greedily, saliva dripping down her chin.
They dragged him to the center, where a makeshift gloryhole setup waited—a partitioned wall with a padded hole at cock height, toys scattered: vibrators, dildos, cuffs, nipple clamps, even a electro-stim wand for torture. 'Time for the real fun,' Lila hissed, tying his hands behind his back with silk ropes before pushing his cock through the hole. Blind to who was on the other side, but he knew their moans. First, a mouth engulfed him—wet suction pulling him deep, teeth grazing just enough to sting. 'Rate that, stud—how's my blowjob?' a voice teased. It was Mia, he bet, from the eager slurp. 'Ten out of ten, slut—deeper,' he demanded, bucking forward.
Pussies followed, anonymous cunts backing onto his protruding dick, grinding and milking. One tight and velvety—Elena's, he guessed—squeezed him until he throbbed. 'Fuck yes, rate my ride,' she panted, twerking her ass against the wall. 'Nine—needs more bounce,' he growled, loving the power. They recorded it all, phones propped on tripods capturing the depravity: his cock disappearing into holes, women writhing, masks in frame for that illicit edge. No tomorrow, just endless hunger.
Bondage kicked in. They unbound him only to cuff Sophia to the pole, her legs spread wide. Alex, cock slick with their juices, grabbed a thick vibrator and a set of weighted clamps. 'Your turn to squirm,' he said, clipping the clamps to her nipples, tugging until she yelped. He tortured her slow—buzzing the vibe against her clit while pinching the clamps, her pussy gushing as she begged. 'Harder, you bastard!' Lila joined, tied spread-eagle on the couch, and he alternated: whipping her thighs with the crop, then ramming a dildo into her ass while fisting her pussy. They loved the pain, bodies arching, cumming in waves.
Victoria and Elena took him together, no holds barred. They forced him down, Victoria's ass hovering over his face—'Eat it, boy'—while Elena impaled herself on his cock, riding reverse so her cheeks clapped against his hips. He lapped at Victoria's puckered hole, tongue probing deep, then switched to her dripping folds. Rape-like intensity: they pinned his arms, smothering him with tits and thighs, using him like a fucktoy. But he flipped the script, breaking free to bend Elena over, slamming into her ass raw, no lube, just spit and force. 'Take it, you whore,' he snarled, hand fisting her hair under the mask. She came hard, ass clenching around him.
The gloryhole round two: they rotated, asses and mouths servicing his cock through the wall. 'Rate my ass-fuck,' one demanded, backing her tight ring onto him, hole stretching obscenely. 'Perfect—eight for the grip,' he rated, thrusting brutally. Toys everywhere— a woman on the other side shoved a prostate massager up his ass via a second hole, vibrating his core while another sucked him off. Cum built, but they denied release, edging him with slaps and pauses. 'Not yet, our addict,' they chorused, cult chants of filth.
Finally, the peak: all five on him, a writhing pile. He led the orgy, cock shuttling between pussies and asses, mouth buried in tits, hands wielding toys. He tied Mia's ankles to her wrists, folding her like a pretzel, then tortured her with the electro-wand zapping her clit while pounding her throat. Sophia got the double dildo treatment—one end in her pussy, the other in Lila's, him fucking the chain. Victoria and Elena sixty-nined over his face, pussies grinding as he fingered their asses. Recordings captured every squirt, every scream, every load he finally unleashed—ropes of cum painting faces, tits, holes.
They devoured him inch by inch, no rest, bodies insatiable. He loved every second—the incestuous blaze, unknown to them but searing him. As they collapsed, masks still on, panting like junkies after a fix, Alex slipped away, spent but craving more. His first gig? A family secret etched in cum and screams.