Then I joined my fellow-captives again and we were led into a large room with a low bench at one end, on which we were made to lie face-down, side by side a few feet apart. We were bound in an uncomfortable position by having our ankles crossed tailor-fashion and then drawn up tightly towards our wrists; this arched our backs sharply and, when we were raised on our wide-spread knees and leaned back against the wall, our naked bodies were thrust forward into total prominence and availability.

The final touch was the blindfolds over our eyes.

I don't know how long we spent like that, but it must have been at least an hour (it seemed like ten!). At first I could only wait and wonder what was to happen, but later there were sounds of people coming into the room, chatting casually -- and I realized we were 'on display'!

It was a strange sensation to have my naked body, so wantonly open, prodded and stroked and talked about ... without even seeing those touching me! My cock and balls were repeatedly fondled, my flesh was pinched, I was told to display my tongue (I dared not refuse!) and amongst the various comments I heard some people say things like "Yes, I'd like to help train this one!"

I wondered with some trepidation what all this meant and what was about to happen; yet, strangely, I could feel myself getting excited by these unusual experiences. I couldn't understand why, but I was definitely conscious of an atmosphere of excited anticipation building up in the room around me, and I couldn't help being caught up in it.

Eventually I was released from this stringent bondage and was made to walk (with some assistance, as my legs were quite stiff and numb) to another spot in the room, where I was fastened in a more comfortable position -- standing but with something behind my hips pushing them slightly forward. Suddenly there was a short burst of music (almost a fanfare) and the murmur of conversation stopped. Something was happening ... but what?