"Us!" Shouted a man, aged 23, grabbing the arm his buddy, same age.
"You two." The Madame pointed them out, thinking they would be perfect for what she had in mind.
The one man, Mitch, who had yelled out jumped for joy and ran to the stage. His friend, Vince, was not as eager but followed suit. The crowd, though disappointed, still cheered them as they looked to be better candidates for the job than Tim was.
Mitch was a big guy, just over 6', and while not ripped, looked to be the type of guy who worked out a little bit. Vince was less so built but his posture was more commanding than anything. They happily waved to everyone as they stood next to Tim and the Madame. Mitch looked down at Tim, who couldn't bear to look up, and had a million ideas what to do with him.
"Well now, what lovely specimens we have here. Think you'll do better than the last one?" Madame's taunt made Tim feel even smaller.
"No doubt about it! I call the coon girl!" Mitch yelled and pointed at James, still propped over the barrel.
"And what about you?" Madame asked of Vince.
"Mouse will do for me." Vince wasn't as magnanimous as Mitch but it stood all the same.
"She definitely will be." Madame tapped Tim on the shoulder. "Help the poor boy out, girl. He seems comfortable." The line was meant for the crowd who was lapping it up.
Compelled by her magic, Tim wanted to stop himself but there was no way. He got down on his knees in front of Vince and began to undo his belt. Tim was only just barely acquainted with his own dick but judging by the bulge in front of him, he would soon meet another. Pants tugged down, Vince put his up behind his head and got ready to enjoy what was coming.
It popped out and more than anything, Tim wanted to be far away. Taking it in his petite hands, he guided the member into his mouth and began the task to the sounds of hands clapping. A hour ago he was just walking around without a care in the world and now he was a mouse girl giving a blowjob. How time changes things.
"Well don't let him have all the fun." Madame looked at Mitch and motioned over at James.
"Right on." Said Mitch, depantsing with all the eagerness of a man driven.
He grabbed James' ass and squeezed it hard. James gasped.
"Oh yeah, that's nice." Mitch couldn't be restrained now. He lined himself up and slid it in. James moaned, not out of pleasure mind you, but desperation.
The sight on stage was one of lust and struggle.
"That's right, give in." Madame was talking to herself. They all couldn't hear it, they were too busy shouting or fucking, but they would all soon know well enough.