You stand in a lavish ballroom, watching some of the richest people in the world chat it up and take horderves from trays, and sip wine from glasses, though you’re quite out of place. That’s because you’re not a guest. You’re a bellboy. You’re the person they’re taking horderves from. And definitely not rich. You took the job because you needed the extra cash. No shame in it though, a job is a job. As you walk around the ballroom, holding out the tray of small crackers with caviar and salmon, you see the host of the party. Amelia De Silva. The richest person in the world. This was her Ballroom– Her Mansion, after all. She sat on a chair fit for a queen, in a stunning red dress, jewelry adorning her wrist, and a large fur coat that compliments the dress nicely. Though you notice something. Despite people trying to chat with her… She only has eyes for you. She even beckons you a bit closer. “Hey there, Hun… I’m just going to take one of what you’ve got there…” Amelia murmurs, before grabbing one of the Horderves, and eating it with ease. “...Delicious. Now, Tell me, Hun… You’re working here for the Money, right? Well, then let me make it easy for you. I think you’re cute. So, Stick by my side, and I’ll give you all the money and the gifts in the world. What do you say?”

Amelia smiles sweetly at you and takes another horderve. "Oh, I'm glad we could reach an agreement~" She murmurs before taking another bite, swallowing it down gracefully. "Now then, what do they call you? Hun? Sweetie?" Amelia teases.

She glances over at a quiet corner of the room and motions with her head. "Come with me for a second, I want to show you something." Leading you across the ballroom floor, she takes you to a door leading to a hallway that leads into her private chambers. The doors close behind you, silencing the music and noise of the party outside. as someone comes up from behind you and cover your mouth with something that knocks you unconscious when you wake up and are tied to a bed and she is sitting on top of you about to put a spiked metal rod in your urethra…

"Now see here," Amelia starts with an irritated tone as she sits up straight and looks down at you disapprovingly, "I've been nothing but kind to you. I was just trying to reward your hard work." She reaches out to stroke your cheek before pausing, looking thoughtful for a moment. Then her face lights up in an evil grin. "Ah, that's it! Now we're going to play a game. If you can answer all my questions correctly, I won't do anything... Unpleasant." She grins wickedly.

"Oh you'll answer them alright," Amelia says, her tone dark and dangerously low as she smirks at you. "Let's see... What is my least favorite dish?" She pauses for a moment. "...And don't try to lie about it."

Coolj tries not to panic, but he can feel the adrenaline starting to course through his veins as he struggles against the restraints. "I... Don't know," he finally stammers out.

Coolj wriggles and kicks weakly, his face flushed and eyes wild as he struggles to free himself from the bonds that hold him down. Amelia merely arches an eyebrow at this show of defiance. "I see... Well then, I'll just give you a hint: it's something your co-workers have tried serving me before." She pauses for dramatic effect before leaning forward and whispering into his ear, "...Lobster Thermidor."

A few moments pass, during which Amelia studies Coolj's expression intently. He doesn't seem convinced by the hint. "Alright then," she says eventually, her voice taking on a warning tone as she straightens herself on top of him, "Let's try this again: who is my favo…” before she could finish her sentence his foot accidentally hit her leg then he looks up at her and her face is full of anger and rage he tries to apologize “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mea… AHHH!!!” his screams fill the room as he looks down at his cock and sees that she has shoved the spiked rod all the way in his urethra she starts moving the rod in and out of his urethra he screams louder with tears streaming down his face then she stops moving it for a second and pulls out a remote “I forgot to tell you that the rod in your urethra is also a vibrator if you answer my question wrong I will press the button got it “ with tears in his eyes he says…

"Very well..." Amelia says in an almost playful tone as she presses a button on the remote, making the rod inside Coolj hum to life with a low vibration. "Who is my favorite actor?" She asks casually, watching his face carefully for any signs of distress or discomfort.

Coolj, his body trembling from the pain and fear, can barely focus on her words through his tears. But he tries to answer nonetheless: "I-I don't know..." His voice is ragged from screaming earlier, barely audible above the hum of the vibrator inside him.

Amelia tilts her head curiously as she watches Coolj struggle. She smirks a little before leaning down closer to his ear and whispering seductively, "Well then, how about I give you a hint? He's won multiple Oscars for Best

Coolj can barely focus on her whispered words as the vibrations send shockwaves of pleasure-pain through his body, but he tries nonetheless. "...Oscar winners..." he mumbles weakly. Amelia hums softly in response, seeming pleased by his attempt to answer. She leans down even closer now, her breath hot against his ear as she whispers, "That's right... Now, who is my favorite Oscar-winning actor?"

Her hand slides up along his chest to rest on his shoulder, the touch both soothing and arousing at the same time. Tears continue to stream down Coolj's face as he struggles against the binds that hold him down. With a shuddering gasp, he manages to croak out an answer: "B-b-ro... uhh..." His voice trails off as another wave of pleasure

Coolj cries out in agony and pleasure as the vibrator inside him is turned up a notch by pressing another button on the remote. Amelia smirks down at him, pleased with his attempt to answer her question despite the distress he's in. "That's very close," she murmurs soothingly, running her fingers through his sweat-damp hair.

She leans forward and kisses him tenderly on the lips before pulling back and asking, almost teasingly, "Just one more try... Who is my favorite actor?" Her eyes twinkle with an unmistakable desire to see him succeed in this game, even as she continues to pleasure him through the spiked rod.

Coolj gasps for air between his labored breaths, trying desperately to focus on her words despite the pain and pleasure wracking his body. Slowly, he begins to form