Charlie approached the mirror, limping, every hole used and re-used over his bachelor party weekend. Bridal lingerie top askew, makeup smudged, dried cum still on his chin... What would Maisie, his fiancee think if she saw him now...
Charlie's friend group always went hard whenever they all got together. Now in their late-20s/early-30s, many were now getting married, with the requisite bachelor parties and typical antics therein.
Last year, Brock, the leader/most debauched of the friend group, invested in a Swap Clinic franchise . With easy access to free temporary swaps, the bachelor parties suddenly became even more depraved. It started with Rob's last spring, Brock convincing Dan and Mike to swap with strippers for the weekend. One thing led to another and, after a few drinks, Charlie and swapped-Mike ended up fucking. The other guys, of course, thought it was hilarious. Charlie found excuses to get out of two other bachelor parties since, but the guys refused to let him live it down.
Since then, Charlie met Maisie. Dating went well. They loved each other. They got engaged. And of course, Brock and crew insisted that Charlie have a bachelor party. He refused, but then, after getting Maisie's buy-in (her having no idea what they actually get up to), fake "kidnapped" Charlie to bring him along.
This time, instead of a couple of the other guys taking turns as strippers, Brock had Charlie himself swapped as "punishment" for skipping those other parties. And unknown to Charlie, included an extra high sex drive as a mental swap...
Charlie didn't even make it through the first night before giving every guy present a turn. Now here he was, on the day he's supposed to swap back and go home, knowing he should be truly humiliated...but instead, he loves it. He doesn't want to swap back. And as much as he loves Maisie, he likes brutally fucked by his friends even more...
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