The Blind Rodeo That Humiliated Damián on the Beach

The girl in the black bikini moved in front of the camera as if the entire stretch of sand belonged to her. She was the host of a fairly well-known adult-content channel, and that August morning she was looking for fresh meat among the tourists walking along the shore. When she saw the couple coming closer, she smiled with the confidence of someone who already knows how the conversation will end.

—Here come two candidates —she said to the camera, then lunged toward them.

—Hi, guys. Would you be interested in taking part in a game? There’s a good prize if you win.

The man came to an abrupt stop. He was just under thirty, thin, with that look of someone who prefers not to draw attention to himself.

—No, thanks —he answered.

—Are you sure? The reward is very good.

—What is it about? —she asked.

She was a few years younger than him, with a firm body and a curiosity already shining in her eyes. The host immediately knew whom she had to persuade.

—First, what are your names?

—Damián.

—Lorena —they answered almost at the same time.

—And are you a couple, boyfriend and girlfriend...?

—Married —they said in unison.

—Perfect. Let me explain. The game works like this: Damián will lie down on the sand, tied hand and foot, with his mouth covered, alongside four other guys. Lorena, you’ll go in blindfolded. Your mission is to try each one until you find your husband. When you’re sure you’ve found him, you have to make him come.

—Oof, that’s too much —Damián said—. I’m open-minded, Lorena, but this is going too far.

—Oh, come on, it sounds fun. Besides, we’re on vacation.

—I don’t know.

—Please, I never ask you for anything.

—The prize is twelve hundred dollars —the host insisted—. Come on, Damián, your wife is dying to play.

The couple argued for a while off to the side, in low voices, while the host kept pushing with carefully chosen phrases. She raised the offer by another three hundred dollars. In the end, between the money and Lorena’s pleading look, Damián gave in with a sigh.

—They accepted, great —she celebrated—. Then let me finish explaining the rules, because there’s a part you’re going to love. Every time Lorena sits on one and decides to move on to the next, I’ll put this ring on the penis she just left. The ring gives off an electric shock that I control. When she finally chooses a man to end the game with, the previous one will get shocked until that one comes.

Those words put Damián on edge; from the very beginning he had been unsure. He said something in his wife’s ear, apparently a last attempt to make her back out. Lorena gave him an annoyed look and moved toward the marked area. The game was beginning.

***

The host helped Damián position himself exactly where he was supposed to lie down. She tied his wrists and, before securing his ankles, pulled down his swim trunks. As she did, she let out a little laugh, looked at the camera, and spread her index finger and thumb just a little, indicating the size. Damián’s face burned, but by then it was too late to back out. His feet were tied and he was left stretched out on the hot sand.

With every minute, more people gathered. What started as a handful of onlookers ended up becoming a small crowd. Damián was dying of embarrassment, naked in front of dozens of women who were whistling at him and joking about his size. It wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t big either; it was a little below average, and the teasing showed no mercy.

Three more guys arrived and took off their swim trunks. They all easily outmatched him, and that drove the crowd wild. One of them, a tall dark-haired man with broad shoulders, had a cock that drew gasps from the front row.

—Finally, the good ones are here! —a girl shouted, and the crowd burst out laughing.

Damián felt himself sink a little deeper into the sand. The dark-haired man lay down to his right, another next to him, and the last one was on his left.

Then they brought Lorena in. The scene froze him. Two naked guys accompanied her, and she advanced blindfolded, holding each of their erect cocks as if she were using them as canes to keep her balance. Only a small towel barely covered her breasts and crotch.

—Is my husband already there? —she asked one of them.

—Yes, he’s ready.

—He’s blindfolded too, right?

The question confused the guy. It seemed Lorena hadn’t understood that only she would be blindfolded.

—Uh... yes, of course —he lied, amused.

When they stopped, Lorena stroked both cocks for a moment in farewell, as if nothing were happening. Damián clenched his teeth behind the gag. Tied up and mute, he could do nothing but wait for it to end.

It’s no coincidence they put me almost at the end, he thought. They want her to ride all the others before she gets to me.

They took Lorena’s towel off and left her naked. She showed not the slightest bit of embarrassment, not even when she heard the roar of the crowd. The two guys who had brought her also lay down, completing the five men stretched out on the sand. All of them except the one who already had her were fitted with a strap and had their mouths covered.

—All right, Lorena, I hope you’re ready —the host said—. Let’s go over it. They’re all lying on their backs, they can’t speak. Your goal is to ride each one until you find your husband. Use your hands as little as possible, no feeling around the body: that takes away the fun. An assistant will help you keep your balance. If you’re sure he’s not the one, just say so and we’ll move on to the next. Understood?

—I think so...

—Perfect. Let the rodeo begin!

***

They put a cowboy hat on Lorena and the assistant appeared, a blonde in a light blue bikini. She led Lorena by the hand to the first man. Lorena felt the side of his thigh with her foot, swung her leg over, and straddled him. Instinctively she went to jerk him off a little, but she remembered the rule and held back. The assistant took the boy’s cock, rubbed it until it was firm, and guided Lorena to lean forward. When the tip touched her sex, she pushed down until she felt him all the way inside. She let out a long sigh.

Although the other bodies blocked part of the view, Damián could see his wife being penetrated by that unknown young, athletic man. He watched her begin to move, first slowly, then at a pace he knew far too well.

—Well then, Lorena, is he your husband or not? —the host’s voice pulled her out of the trance.

—I don’t think so...

—Are you sure?

—Yes, this one’s bigger.

The crowd burst into laughter. Lorena had blurted it out without even meaning to, and Damián’s blood boiled.

—On to the next one!

The assistant helped Lorena mount the second man, whose size was similar to her husband’s. She started bouncing on him eagerly. Meanwhile, the host placed the ring on the first one, connected to a small device. She gave him a mischievous smile and switched the device on at the lowest setting. The guy jerked. She released the button, looked him in the eyes, and pressed it again, amused by each jolt.

—How’s that one, Lorena? Is he your husband? —she had to ask, because Lorena didn’t seem inclined to stop on her own.

—This one isn’t either —she said between gasps.

—Next!

The first man sighed in relief when the ring was removed, but the relief lasted only a moment: the host moved it to the second, this time placing it right on the tip. She clearly enjoyed experimenting with her victims.

Lorena was having the time of her life. She was aware that an occasion like this was unlikely to come around again, and she wanted to squeeze every moment, every man, every inch. With each new one she tried, the game’s goal mattered less and less to her. The host, for her part, kept increasing the intensity and watched fascinated as the punished cock twitched on its own with every shock, as if it had a life of its own.

Damián watched in horror. Jealousy gnawed at his chest seeing those guys enjoy his wife’s body, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got that they had put him in fourth place, forcing her to go through all the others before reaching him.

—Remember, Lorena, if you think it’s not your husband, just say so —the host pointed out—. You don’t need to wait for me to ask.

—Uh... what? Oh, yes, of course... —she moaned without stopping riding the third one.

That was when Damián noticed something terrible: with so many men riding his wife in front of him, he had completely lost his erection. His cock lay shrunken, and the crowd laughed at his state. Knowing he’d be next only made it harder. He tried to think of something sexy, of that lingerie he loved seeing her wear, but it was impossible to focus with the sound of Lorena’s ass bouncing beside him.

—Is he your husband? —the host insisted.

—Uh, no... no, he isn’t —Lorena answered.

—Good, let’s continue!

The assistant noticed that Damián was still flaccid and hurried Lorena into sitting on him, perhaps looking for a situation as awkward as it was funny. With his wife on top of him, the blonde took his cock, but there was nothing to be done: it wouldn’t stay up. She brought it toward Lorena’s sex so at least she could feel it, but it didn’t work.

—Wow, this one really is tiny —Lorena remarked.

The crowd roared with laughter, the host cracked up, and even the assistant had to turn her face away to hide her smile. Damián felt the earth should swallow him whole.

After several eternal seconds, the assistant took pity and started jerking him off to help him. Damián’s cock responded halfway; it didn’t reach a full erection, but it was enough to rub against Lorena’s clit, which seemed to please her more than it should have.

Then Damián came up with one last move. He began making slow circles with his hips, the exact movement that drove his wife wild in bed. She’ll know it’s me with this, he told himself, clinging to the idea that she would recognize him and put an end to the madness.

—Is this your husband?

Lorena didn’t answer. For a moment she seemed to hesitate.

—Well? Is it him or do we move on to the next one? —the host pressed.

—I think... no.

Those words left him ice-cold. He was convinced that with that movement she would know it was him.

—All right, let’s go to the last one.

***

The assistant led Lorena over to the tall dark-haired man. The crowd went wild. Even without being fully erect, his size was imposing. The blonde wasted no time: she took him in her mouth and gave him a quick blowjob that had him hard in an instant. Lorena began to take him in carefully, immediately aware that it was big, and she took her time not to hurt herself. It cost her, but once she finally had him inside, she started moving faster and faster, putting on a show that drew applause.

Meanwhile, the host was tightening the ring around Damián. She had to lift his cock with two fingers in order to put it on. She searched for his gaze, waving the remote, and when she had his attention she turned the dial all the way up, to the maximum, so he could see it. Damián had witnessed the others’ reactions; seeing the device at its highest setting left him breathless.

The host brought her finger slowly to the button. Damián looked at her, silently begging her not to do it, and that mute plea only sweetened it for her. When she finally pressed it, Damián’s whole body arched, rigid, and for a second he stopped hearing the dark-haired man pounding into his wife. The shock ran all the way through him to his clenched teeth.

When it stopped, Lorena’s moans came back, louder than before.

Several minutes passed, stretching into eternity. It took twice as long for them to ask Lorena whether she had recognized her husband. Damián longed for it all to end, until at last he heard the assistant ask the question.

—Well, Lorena? Is this your husband? —Damián felt a surge of relief ahead of time. There was no way she could mistake him; the size difference was so obvious there was no chance of getting it wrong. Maybe they wouldn’t win, but at least the torture would be over.

—Uh, yes... this is him!

He couldn’t believe it. He felt betrayed, and the only contact he received was the painful shocks administered by the host. His groans were drowned out by Lorena’s moans, as she came without the slightest inhibition. Hearing her being fucked within arm’s reach was more than he could bear, but there was nothing to do but endure it. Each shock seemed to please the host enormously, and she smiled with malice; every time Damián turned his head to look at his wife, she waited a moment and gave him another blast at maximum, just to watch him writhe.

After several minutes, Lorena reached orgasm, perhaps the most intense of her life. It was so strong that she brought her hands down into the sand and brushed against the dark-haired man’s body. Even so, she did not stop; she kept going until she made him finish. When the assistant noticed the guy starting to spill, she asked whether he was done, and he nodded calmly. They were given a few seconds to recover before Lorena was lifted up and the blindfold removed.

—Cheer up, Damián, the torture’s over —the host said when she saw his furious eyes. She gave him a parting smack between the legs before removing the ring, and he gave one last jolt of pain.

—Oh, I think I messed up. I thought it was you, Damián —Lorena said in a tone so fake it grated. He didn’t say a word. He was furious.

—You put on a great show for us, guys. Even though you lost, you deserve at least half the prize —the host announced, and handed Lorena seven hundred dollars.

—Look, baby, stop making that face —she said, hugging him—. We still won something!

Damián seemed to soften a little, more from exhaustion than forgiveness.

—Thank you so much for taking part —the host said goodbye.

—Let’s go, I already know what I want to spend these bills on —Lorena said, and took his hand to lead him away, leaving behind the sand, the laughter, and a secret that Damián would take a very long time to forgive.