[The man is groaning at that, in fact. And he is being badgered to hurry up so he does, hot come filling Joshua's mouth as the man yanks on his hair and shudders through orgasm.

The man steps back and new unfamiliar hands pull Joshua out of his seat, the robe coming off quickly yet the blindfold stays.

How many different sets of hands are touching him? How many voices commenting on his looks, making lewd remarks about what they want to do first, discussing more with each other than addressing him. To this crowd he's a toy, an object, not even a person.

Fingers pull on his nipples and unknown
voices compliment his reaction, completely different hands spread his thighs, and an entirely different set of fingers probe at his ass. Someone in the background is organizing a line for fairness.]