The Treatment

 Anna looked at the dice she had just thrown.  A four.  Today the fourth one would get the treatment.  She liked the random element to the game.  She never knew in advance who The Victim would be 

She had just finished with number three.

‘Thank you nurse,’ he said on the way out, ‘you’ve been very thorough.’

Of course she had.  She was good at her job, but it was so boring.  She had to do six routine physical examinations a day.  Eyes, ears, height, weight - all the usual stuff.  All done very properly. Except for the one that got the treatment.  That was what she called it ‘The treatment’.  Well she had to do something to add a little excitement to the day.

Anna was 32 years old, blonde, good looking in an impressive way with a strong featured face and impressive bosoms.  She had gone in for nursing because she liked bossing people about and it seemed a good profession in which to indulge that little foible.  A few years shift work in the hospital had soon palled though, so she had got this job doing routine physicals.  It needed a little something to relieve the boredom though and it gave ample opportunity boss people about.

She picked up the phone to Lisa on reception, ‘The next one,’ she said.  Lisa would know what she meant.

************

The gentleman who had gone in before me came out and spoke to the receptionist.

‘Very thorough,’ he said, ‘excellent job.  Much better than those places that just rush you through.’  He marched out through the door.

The pretty little dark haired girl on the reception desk called me forwards.  Her name badge indicated she was called ‘Lisa’.  She looked about sixteen

She looked at me quizzically, ‘You’re next,’ she said, ‘Go into the changing room, take all your clothes off and put on the gown.’

‘All my clothes?’

‘Yes, of course.’

Well the previous guy had said the examination was thorough.  It sounded like he was right.  I did as I was told.  Of course I did.  I’m rather like that with people in authority, rather submissive,  and who has more authority than the nurse in her smart white uniform.  I took off all my clothes, put the skimpy gown on and crept into the examination room.  And there she was Nurse Anna in her smart white uniform.  I was definitely going to have to do as I was told.

‘We’ll start with height and weight.  Slip your gown off and stand on the scales for me.’

‘Um… er…’ I blurted, ‘I was told to take all my clothes off. ‘

**********

‘I was told to take all my clothes off.’

Anna looked at him and smiled confidently.

‘That is correct,’ she said confidently, ‘in this clinic we pride ourselves on thoroughness and accuracy.  The nude weight is the only one that we can be confident is fully accurate.’

‘Er…  I mean…’ he looked hopelessly around as if there was some escape, there wasn’t,’of course.’

Anna smiled as he stood on the scales completely nude, his face burning with embarrassment.  A shy one.  A nice slim, naive shy one.  They made good victims.   He would not get his clothes back until the end.  Now was time to start turning the screw.

********

I stood in the scales in the nude, my face burning.  Of course she was right, height and weight had to be done nude, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing 

‘Excellent, thank you,’ Nurse Anna looked at the scales and took my height measurement, ‘I’ll call Lisa in to record the results.’

‘Lisa?’ Surely she didn’t mean the schoolgirl on reception.

‘That’s right, you’ll have met her on reception.  Small dark haired girl.  She’s on work experience from the High School.  We have to give her some proper experience.  Can’t just leave her twiddling her thumbs in reception can we?’

‘But… I mean…’

‘You’re not worried because she’s a schoolgirl are you?’

‘Well… she is a bit young to…’

‘Don’t worry.  She might be a girl and only sixteen, but she is perfectly capable of noting down the results accurately and doing the recording.  Sometimes you men are so sexist about things.’

‘I meant…’ but she was already calling Lisa in.

********

Lisa was up for it.  Anna knew that it was important that the complete humiliation of The Victim should be witnessed…. and recorded.  And Lisa was up for that.  She was sixteen years old and precocious for her age.  Now that she was in the senior class at school a period of four weeks work experience was on offer.  She had jumped at the chance of working at The Clinic and more than a little disappointed to find that all it involved was sitting at the reception desk.  Until Anna had told her about The Treatment that was.  Anna had been very pleased to find such a willing assistant.

*********

Lisa knocked and came in.  She was carrying a tablet on which I presumed she would record the results.

‘Turn to face Lisa please, she will take the photograph and record the results.’

‘Photograph?’ 

‘Of course,  it is taken for the medical record so that any physical changes in the body can be compared in future years.’

‘But I’ve got no clothes on.’

‘Of course.  Changes in the genitalia are very important to record so they must be clearly visible in the photograph.’

‘Oh…’ I muttered embarrassed at not having known this, ‘please go ahead er… Lisa.’

‘Please stand legs slightly apart, arms away from your sides and look straight at the camera.’

‘Excellent, now the close-ups.  Face.  Thank you Lisa.  And genitalia.  Thank you Lisa.’

I had to struggle to prevent my penis from reacting, after all this was a serious medical and what would Lisa have thought!  She would have been really embarrassed.

‘Right,’ said Anna, ‘next thing are the body part measurements.  Waist please Lisa…’

Lisa produced a tape measure and passed it round my waist.

‘Chest, neck, arm, inside leg…’  oh gosh! Lisa had to press hard against my bare genitals for that one.  I had to concentrate very hard to stop Lisa from being really embarrassed.  

‘And finally penis length… we need you fully erect for this one please.’

‘Bit… I mean… I don’t know… is it really necessary.’

Absolutely.  Diminution in penis size over the year is an important indication.  It requires accurate measurement.  Can you go erect for Lisa please..’

What!  I couldn’t.  No.

‘I don’t think I can…’ it was the best excuse I could make.

Anna looked frustrated.

‘Oh well, we’ll try again later.’

********

Lisa looked at the penis dangling there.  It looked a decent size and she knew she could get it up in no time, but that treat would be saved for later.  And it had got him nice and embarrassed and submissive and it was fun to have it floppy for the next bit,  it would bounce around nicely.  It might even start to windmill.

********

Anna stood hands on hips.

“Right,” she said, “balance and flexibility.”

‘Balance?’

‘Yes, now stand with your feet together and your eyes shut.  That’s right.  Now keep them shut, keep them shut…’

Much sound of shuffling and..

‘Should I still…’

Suddenly I was pushed in the back and I fell sprawling on the floor.

I got back to my feet.

‘Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that.’

‘You weren’t supposed to.  You were supposed to keep your balance.  I think we put that down as a fail Lisa.’

‘Yes Miss.’

‘Now flexibility.  Bend over and touch your toes.’

‘I can’t quite manage Miss.’

‘We’ll move your legs part until you can.’

‘But er… Miss..’

‘Yes, what is it?’

‘Lisa is filming from behind Miss and she’ll see…’

‘See what?’

‘You know Miss my…’

‘Come on, get on with it, do as you’re told…’

‘Yes Miss…’

‘Further apart.’

‘Yes Miss.’

‘Right apart…’

‘Yes Miss’

I was bending right over with my legs wide apart and Lisa was right behind me.  My bottom must have been displaying everything.  Still I suppose…

******** 

Lisa focussed in on his bum hole.  What a fool she thought.  Still, you didn’t get to see bum holes in most jobs and it had been so funny when he fell over, she’d got a good feel of his balls when she helped him up.  And she was looking forwards to the next bit.

*********

That had been a bit embarrassing, still it was important I suppose.

‘Right,’ said Anna, ‘we need you to do twenty star jumps to test coordination.’

‘Well er… yes… I suppose… but…’

‘Yes,’ she spoke sharply.

‘I mean.. do I still need to be you know…’

‘Know what?’

‘Naked… I mean…’

‘Oh get on with it please.’

I knew what was going to happen.  I’ve done naked star jumps before.  I mean just in private and everything, but I know what happens.  When you start to bounce your balls start to bounce, and your willy starts to flap and oh dear… I knew just what was going to happen.

***********

Lisa smiled.  These tablets were so good.  They recorded everything in great detail and what she missed would be on the high definition security camera.  They’d make good money out of this one when they put it on the website.  He had a good sized willy and it was swinging around nicely as his balls bounced up and down.  The punters would love that.  She focussed in on it.  Yes the punters were going to love this one.

***********

‘Now for the physical examination.  Can you lie down on the couch please and we’ll start with your eyes and ears.’

It was a relief to have got the preliminaries over and get on to the proper physical exam.  Lisa wa still filming.  She had filmed everything which was very conscientious for such a young girl,  they are usually so slapdash.  Very conscientious and very professional.

‘And now your chest.’ Nurse Anna applied her stethoscope, ‘breathe in and out for me.  Lisa… talk to the client please.  You know how important that is.’

Lisa came over to me.

‘Lovely weather,’ she said.

‘Er… yes… for the time of year… ooh!,’ Nurse Anna was prodding my stomach rather hard.

‘You did well at the star jumps.’

‘Thank you…’

‘It can be difficult for gentlemen with big ones…’

‘Big ones?’

‘Yes, they tend to flap around when you’re jumping.  The bigger they are the more they flap..’

Goodness!  She meant my penis.

‘Well… I mean…’ I was lost for words.

‘Yes, you have got a big one.  Very impressive if I may say,’ she looked directly at it and to my utter embarrassment and dismay it responded by going straight up.

‘Well done Lisa,’ said Nurse Anna, ‘you can measure it now.’  She turned to me, ‘Lisa can get them up without even touching them.  She has the knack.  We’ll get it measured now then we can let it go back down.’

‘Oh… er… thank you…  oh… oh… oh…’  Lisa had her tape measure out and had a firm hold of my penis.

‘Eighteen centimetres,’ she announced.

‘Is that good?’ I asked before I could help myself.

‘Right,’ said Nurse Anna, ‘up you get.  We need to palpate your testicles… squeeze your balls that is.’

I stood up.  My penis pointing straight at the ceiling.  

‘Oh dear,’ Nurse Anna looked quizzically, ‘we need to get that down.  Lisa…’

**********

Lisa was proud of her skill.  She could get a cock up or down just by looking at it.  It was whether she looked expectant or disappointed.  She had honed the skill at school.  It had all started as a dare.  Her dare was to sneak into to boy’s locker room and peek at them in the shower.  Being Lisa she hadn’t just peeked.  She had marched in and announced “Hi guys.  Who’s got a big one?’  She soon saw that 90% of the cocks went straight up.  Lisa had discovered her power.  She developed the skill by lining the boys up and looking at their cocks with different expressions, within fifteen minutes she had discovered she could get cocks up and down at will.

************

Lisa looked at my penis disapprovingly, ‘Good?’ she said, ‘Not really.’

It went straight back down.

‘Good. Now for this we need you kneeling on the couch on hands and knees.  Head down, bottom up, legs apart so that your testicles dangle nicely.’

‘But that will… I mean I’ll be showing my..’ I didn’t quite know how to put it.

‘Come on.  Hands and knees…’

‘Yes Nurse…’ I did as I was told.  I knew they were looking right up my bottom and I tried to sound unconcerned even though my face was burning.  Lisa was filming a close up.

‘Lisa’s been learning how to palpate testicles,’ said Nurse Anna, ‘I’m sure you won’t  mind.’

‘I er… well… er…’ but it was too late to say anything other than ‘Thank you Nurse.’

Lisa grinned wickedly as she took hold of my sensitive orbs.  Once a girl has you by your balls it is too late too object.

‘Remember what to do Lisa.  Squeeze and pull.  Squeeze and pull.  Squeeze and pull.  Harder Lisa, harder…  it’s the new method,’ she added looking at me, ‘very effective.  That’s right Lisa.  Harder.’

I gasped for air.  It’s rather difficult to respond when you’re being comprehensively bollocked.

‘Now have a go at the internal examination Lisa.  Keep hold of his testicles and push your finger up his orifice.’

‘Oooh!  Oooh!’ She gripped my balls so hard I couldn’t move while she pushed her finger up.

‘And again Lisa, and again.  Do him… I mean it… properly.  Here let me show you…’

‘Oooooo!’

‘Something the matter?’ snapped Nurse Anna.

‘Er… no… thank you Lisa, you’ve been very thorough.’

‘As she should be.  That’s the way.  You need a good seeing to.’

Nurse Anna took hold of my vulnerable bits.  Her finger went in and out and in and out with the grip on my balls holding me firmly in place.

‘Oooh!  Aaaah!  Thank you Nurse…’

‘There we are.  All done,’ she released her grip and I was free to stand up.  I felt I had to say something.

‘Thank you Nurse er… very thorough…’

‘As it should be.  We do things properly here.’

‘Of course and er… thank you Lisa.’

I was still standing there naked.  Lisa grinned and looked straight at my penis.

‘You really do have a nice big one,’ she said with that look on her face.

It went straight up.

‘You might need this,’ said Lisa handing me a scrap of paper.  I looked at it.  It was a phone number and some writing. I clung onto it too embarrassed by my erect penis to do anything else.

***********

Anna smiled in satisfaction as he disappeared out the door.  With the pictures from the security camera and Lisa’s film they’d have an excellent addition to the website.

Lisa grinned.  She’d given him the look.  She knew he’d be in touch.

***********

Four hours later and my cock was still up.  It just wouldn’t go down.  I couldn’t get Lisa’s look out of my mind.  I looked at the scrap of paper Lisa had given me.

‘I CONTROL YOUR COCK’ it said, ‘RING THIS NUMBER…’

*********

Lisa’s special phone rang.  It would be him.  Of course.  She opened up her spreadsheet and added him to her list of slaves. He was hers now.

The Punishment

 Theresa wanted to report him but the rest of us thought that was a silly idea, no fun at all, we would come up with a suitable punishment ourselves.

*******

Oh dear! How embarrassing.  I was going on holiday to Paris and was interested in fashion exhibitions.  I mean when you want to find out the best places for things you do a computer search don’t you?  What was I interested in?  Clothing, fashion, nature, models.  I just typed in CFNM exhibitions and do you know what came up in the screen!  A load of naked men parading around in front of groups of ladies.  Well, I didn’t know where to look!  I just stared, and at that moment who should walk into my office but Alice and there I was looking at pictures of well, as I said, naked men parading around in front of groups of ladies.

Who’s Alice you ask.  Perhaps I’d better explain.  I work in a call centre, well I’m the manager actually, but I don’t like to boss the girls about at all.  I mean you get more work out if people if you are friendly don’t you, complimenting them and everything, saying how nice they look.  You know what I mean.  Anyway Alice was not always the easiest, but I did my best with her.  So it was rather embarrassing when she saw that picture on my screen.

********

Well there he was staring at the screen with his mouth open and of course I had to look at the screen, and what was he staring at?  A man standing on a stage in front of a group of girls with no clothes on.  I mean the man had no clothes on, not the girls - they were fully dressed.  I wasn’t surprised really.  I mean him with his ‘Oh you do look nice in that skirt Alice’ and ‘That sweater suits you Alice’.  Staring at my boobs he was then.

So when I told the girls we all decided he needed to be punished.  A bit of his own medicine.  But what and how.  It was Squeak who came up with the idea. And that was a surprise and no mistake.

*********

I should tell you about the girls.  Alice is the leader of the gang as it were.  Mid twenties, dark hair, brown eyes, small - you know - bust.  Not that I really notice these things.  Rather assertive manner and tends to get her own way.  Theresa is a big blowsy blonde, and when I say big I mean… but as I said I don’t really notice such things.  Denise has short hair and is rather sporty. Mary was rather nice, slim, small.. well as I said I don’t really notice such things… and finally Minnie.  Rather small and a bit mousey really.  No doubt Alice will have told them.  Oh dear… how embarrassing.

Nobody said anything though, maybe they looked at me a bit funny, but nobody said anything and after a few days I’d put the whole thing behind me. 

Then one day, ‘It’s Squeak’s birthday on Friday,’ announced Alice suddenly.

‘Oh,’ I said, ‘will she be bringing cake?’

‘Of course.  We’ll all be going out in the evening to celebrate.  I’m sure Squeak will invite you.’

‘How nice.’

I poked my head through the door, ‘Squeak,’ I shouted, ‘come in here for a minute will.’

‘Well Squeak,’ I said, ‘I hear you’ve invited me to your birthday celebration.’

‘Yes Sir,’ she said, ‘I’d love you to come.’

I liked calling her Squeak.  Well you’ve got to have someone to tease haven’t you?

********

It was Squeak who suggested it.  This club for girls’ parties.  All girls except… one group had to bring along an unsuspecting victim.  One suitable male victim to be stripped and humiliated for the girls.  It was just the thing.  Just the punishment he deserved. Why Squeak knew about such things I’ve no idea.  Her real name was Minnie and she had a squeaky voice and she was a bit mousey, so somehow she had become Squeak.  The name suited her.  We used to tease her a lot, well you have to have somebody to tease don’t you, and she took it in good part.  I think.

********

The girls had never asked me out on one of their birthday evenings out before.  Well I couldn’t refuse could I.  They took me to this club ‘For Her Eyes Only’ it was called.  

‘Can I go in there?’ I asked, ‘it’s sounds like well… a strip club for girls.’

‘Of course,’ said Alice grinning, ‘you’re our special guest.’

I had  few misgivings when I got inside.  I was the only man in the place.  I was expecting to be entertained by a succession of male strippers.  But no.  The act was Mistress of Your Mind, stupid name, one of those stage hypnotists.  All smoke and mirrors I thought.  Just plants in the audience.  But then she asked for volunteers.

To my amazement Minnie leapt up.  I’d never have thought it if her. But there she was on the stage.  The so called hypnotist waved her arms a bit and my goodness Minnie’s head just dropped.  Then a snap of the fingers and she came to life.  And there she was performing on the stage pretending to be a dog, crawling on all fours, barking.  I wasn’t sure if it was for real or if she was just putting it on.  Minnie’s  act came to an end and she came back to our table.

‘Now,’ said The Mistress, setting out five chairs on the stage, ‘I need five volunteers.  Brave volunteers for the next part of the show.  It’s going to get exciting.’

‘That will be fun,’ said Minnie, ‘she wants a group next.  Go on you lot.’

I don’t think any of us were that keen, I mean ‘Brave volunteers’, but it was Minnie’s  birthday and she was so eager for us, and we’d laughed her and so, ‘Of course we’ll do it,’ said Alice, and the next thing I knew we were on the stage.

********

I’d never thought anyone could hypnotise me.  Too strong willed but there I was, on the stage, my brain totally befuddled by what we’d been through.  It wasn’t as if I was asleep or unaware of what was going on.  I knew I was standing there on the stage in front of the girls who were sitting behind me on the stage on four chairs.  It was just that I was convinced I was there to perform.  When The Mistress said bark that’s exactly what I did.  It just seemed the obvious thing to do.  The audience roared and laughed, just as I had at Minnie, and I blushed because I couldn’t help myself.  ‘Woof woof’, and they laughed again.

The Mistress placed a chair at the front of the stage.  She liked to be called The Mistress and to tell the truth she looked the part.  With jet black hair, wearing a long black evening dress split to the waist.  She looked a bit like a cross between a dominatrix and Morticia from the Addams Family.  She placed one of the chairs in the centre of the stage.

‘Sit down the girls want to see your feet…’

I sat down on the chair.  Of course I did.  In my mind I had no choice.

‘Miss Mary take off his shoes and socks.’

I looked at the girls, Alice, Theresa, Denise and Mary. They were staring blankly ahead, clearly all in a trance.

Mary stood up, walked forwards and took off my shoes and socks.  Of course they wanted to see my feet…

 ‘and wiggle your toes…’ and I wiggled my toes, ‘and stand up.’

I stood up.

‘From now on you cannot move unless I instruct you.’

Of course the first thing I did was try to move, but I was held rigid.  As if I’d forgotten how to move.

‘And… Miss Theresa… pull down his pants.’

What!  This was what she’d meant by ‘brave’.

The girls in the audience roared and laughed even more as Theresa under the same compulsion stepped forwards.  I tried to move but every muscle was frozen.  She unfastened my belt and my trousers fell to the ground.

‘Step out of them.’ She instructed me.

Of course.  That was what I was supposed to do.   I stood there with my trousers gone and the howls of laughter ringing in my ears.

‘Lift up your arms…’ and immediately my arms went above my head.

‘Now Miss Denise pull off his shirt…’

Denise stepped forwards yanked my shirt over my head and I stood there in my undies.  The girls went back to their seats.

‘Do a little dance…’ and music started to play.

You know they say you won’t do things that embarrass you just because you’re under hypnosis.  Rubbish.  You do it.  You do it because you’re convinced it’s what you’re supposed to do.  I absolutely understood I was supposed to dance, in my underpants and nothing else.  It was a sort of ballet music - the cygnets from Swan Lake I think.  And I pranced around and then…

‘Stop! Turn and face the girls.’

I stood frozen to the spot.  I could hear the girls in the audience laughing but I was facing away from them, my back to the audience facing Mary, Theresa, Denise and Alice.  Alice - the only girl not yet involved.

‘Up to tiptoes.  Hands up in the air. That’s right.  You can’t move. And stand there while… now girls…’ she spoke to the girls sitting on the chairs.  The girls from the office.  The ones I was facing.  ‘Now girls you are about to have revealed to you the most amazing sight.  The biggest one you have ever seen in your lives.  You will be so amazed you will shriek.’ She waited for the advice to sink in.  

Oh my gosh! They’d been told they were going to see my penis.  They’d think they’d really seen and it was huge.  It isn’t huge it’s sort of, well I like to think average.  But they’d think they’d seen..

‘Now Miss Alice… pull down his panties.’

What!  She was actually going to show them my penis for real!  I struggled and struggled to move but I couldn’t.  Alice walked over and…

And she took hold of my underpants and slowly pulled them down.  I continued to struggle to move, but I was fixed immobile, I felt them come down and then stop mid-thigh…  my penis was displayed to the girls.  The reaction was immediate…

*********

When Squeak suggested the hypnotist act we all thought it hilarious.  Apparently he’d end up dancing round the stage in his underpants.  A very suitable punishment.  I hadn’t realised we’d all be part of the act.  But Squeak had done it, and it was her birthday, and he had to be persuaded to get up on stage.  And the next thing I knew we were all being hypnotised.  It was as if my mind was separate from my will.  All the same it was so funny seeing the girls slowly stripping him.  Worth it really.  Watching him prancing round in his underwear.  Then…  there I was pulling down his underpants.  I just knew it was something I had to do.  And then suddenly the girls on the chairs were shrieking and pointing.  I looked down.  He had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.  It must have been ten inches.  I started shrieking myself.  I couldn’t help it.  We were all shrieking.

*******

They shrieked, turned red, looked at each other, looked back…

Of course the audience couldn’t see what they were shrieking at.  But they could imagine and my bare bottom displayed.  The room erupted in howls of laughter.

Is there anything more embarrassing than being nude with your underpants at half mast and then find them slowly slipping to the floor.

‘Right foot up… and left…’ I was standing in the nude.  Completely in the nude.  And I couldn’t move. 

The music started again.

‘Dance,’ she commanded, ‘Dance.  And show the girls all you’ve got.’

And the music speeded up.

It’s a strange thing being under hypnotic control.  You know where you are, you know what you are doing,  but you are utterly compelled to do as instructed.  I started to dance.  Of course I did.  In front of all the girls, with no clothes on.  I started to dance.  My face burned with embarrassment, but what could I do.  I was convinced I had to do it.

*********

We sat on the chairs on stage watching him dance, completely nude, his cock seemed to be normal size now and it bounced and flapped and swung as he cavorted round the stage.  It was so funny.

‘Right girls,’ said the Mistress, ‘your turn.  You want to dance.  And you really really want to take all your clothes off.  You’ll be really really embarrassed, but you have to take all your clothes off’.

She was right.  I really did want to dance.  And I really did want to take all my clothes off.

*********

For years they’d called me Squeak.  They seemed to think it was funny.  Mousey little Minnie.  Yes I know.  In any office there has to be one girl to get teased, to be the butt of all the jokes.  I’d been plotting my revenge for some time.  Just waiting for the opportunity to come along.  And now it was all about to come to fruition.  It had taken a fair bit of cash to set it all up.  Hire the club, find the right hypnotist, get the large and appreciative audience. And persuade them all up on stage.  That needed a bit of clever subterfuge on my part, but there they were.  Up on the stage, prancing around like idiots, all stark naked.

And getting their orders.

*********

The Mistress was giving us orders.

‘Girls slap your bums, jiggle your tits.  You’re going to dance.’

**********

We were all naked and all dancing.  I looked at the girls.  They were slapping their bottoms and bouncing their boobs up and down as they danced. I looked out at the audience and there was Squeak with her phone out, recording the whole scene.  

‘Stop.’

The command came suddenly and we all stopped as if frozen to the spot.

‘I’m now going to count down from ten and when I snap my fingers you will return to normal… ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…’

*Snap*

Suddenly my mind felt as if it was free from control.  What was I doing.  Standing naked on stage in front of a laughing audience.  I looked for my clothes.  The girls were running round shrieking.  No clothes were to be seen anywhere.

And there in the middle of the audience was Squeak.  She had filmed the whole thing.

‘See you in the office tomorrow, she said, ‘and my name’s Minnie.’

**********

‘Thank you er… Minnie,’ I said next morning as she brought in my tea and a piece of cake, ‘that’s good of you.’

‘No problem,’ she said, ‘Tittie made it.’

‘Tittie… who’s Tittie.’

‘She used to be called Alice, but she has a new name now… after last night that is.  I’ve given everyone new names after last night that is… appropriate names.  Tittie.  Very appropriate for Alice don’t you think.  She does have rather big ones.  And there’s Bouncy, and Hairy and Fatarse of course.’

‘Oh… er… new names for everyone.’

‘Oh yes…’

‘Even me?’

‘Yes Titchiewinkle even you.’

Shared bathroom 1 - The Set Up

"Its a family room," said Monica, the rather eficient looking receptionist at the hotel my rather inefficient secretary had booked me into. Monica was printed in large letters on a badge pinned to her rather impressive bosom. She was the sort of efficient attractive girl you get as receptionist in hotels, dark haired and blue eyed, "and would you kindly stop staring at my breasts."

"Sorry… I… er…". I had been.  She knew it and I knew it, but if she didn’t want men staring at them why did she stick them out and not wear a bra under that tight blouse.

"As I said.  A family room."

"But my secretary booked a single room."

"No she didn’t.  She didn’t book anything, and all we have available is a family room."

"There are two adjacent rooms sharing a bathroom which is situated between them, so it can be shared by a family..  Don’t worry, both doors can be locked from the inside and outside to ensure privacy. That allows us to let the room to two clients."

"Oh… yes… right…"

"Good.  And be careful to lock your door.  There’s two girls in the other room."

"Yes… I will."

It was a nice room.  And a nice bathroom.  Big walk in shower.  I unpacked my things and went out to eat.

It was when I got back the trouble started.  I almost forgot the shared bathroom thing and walked into it naked, but   I’m sure I then locked the adjoining door.  Well you do don’t you!  Well I did anyway.  I mean I thought I did but… It was all so very embarrassing.  I mean have you ever been walked in on when sitting on the toilet stark naked?  I mean I’d only sat on the toilet to dry my feet after my shower but… Of course you have so you know how embarrassing it is don’t you. I wa sure I’d locked the door to the girls' room but there I was when the door opened and the girl looked in.  She was petite, blonde, cute slim figure, and she didn’t bat an eyelid.

"Hi!" she said, "I'm Amy.  Nice to meet you and…hey Pauline…" a dark slightly plump and rather busty girl poked her head round the door, "…this is Pauline.  Pauline… this is…" and she looked at me quizically.

And all the time I’m sitting on the toilet with no clothes on.

"This is…" she tried again.

"Er…" I could feel my face getting redder any redder, "…Joe."

"Hi Joe.  Nice to meet you."

“I was just drying my feet…”

“Oh… is that what you call it?”

She closed the door and I heard gales of laughter coming from the room.  Burning with embarrassment I locked the door to the girls' room and died from humiliation.  There was only one comfort to be had, and my hand went almost automatically to my penis,

********

“Now girls,” the receptionist had said, “remember it’s a shred bathroom and there’s a young gentleman sharing it with you so do be careful to lock the door!”

I looked at Pauline and she looked back.  There were endless possibilities for fun here.\

We unpacked and explored the shared bathroom.  First thing was where to hide the camera.  Well we weren’t going to miss the opportunity we’re we?

It was quite a small camera and it was easy to hide it under the sink opposite the shower and the toilet.  Linked up to our computer it gave an excellent view.  Next we looked at the adjoining door.  It could be locked from the inside, but by law all doors into bathrooms in hotels have to be openable from the outside in case somebody collapses inside.  You just have to know how to open it.  A hairpin usually does the trick,  you push it into the little hole next to the handle.

All we had to do then was wit for our neighbour and hope he would put on a good show.

We weren’t disappointed.  At six o’clock we heard the door to the bathroom open and the lock into our room click.  We switched on the computer and linked to the camera. We weren’t disappointed.  He was naked.

“Seven,” said Pauline as he stood in the shower.

I stared at the screen and zoomed in.

“Eight,” I replied.  We were making his cock of course.  I reckoned n eight.  It was really quite impressive.

 

We watched as he played a little with his cock, then climbed out the shower and sat down on the toilet to dry his feet.  Time for action.  I picked up the hairpin.

I swung the door open, looked in and smiled.

There’s nothing quite like the moment when you catch your victim naked, sitting on the toilet playing with his cock.  His embarrassment must have been excruciating.  And of course all captured on video.  

We closed the door and looked at the computer again.  He must have enjoyed the experience.  He was wanking himself silly.

Live Performance 1 - Going Live

A few years back when I was younger and more naive than I am now! Nudie Webcam sites - you know the sort - were already going strong though and well, as a sort of dare to myself, I thought I would well… put on a performance myself.  All right I know it was a silly thing but I was stuck by myself bored in a hotel. That’s what happens when you have to travel on business.  You get stuck bored in a hotel.  And this was a boring trip to the IT call centre as part of our compliance unit.  We couldn’t have our girls using their computers for none company business, well could we?  I mean they were sexy those girls, and it was always nice to flirt with them a bit, but stuck in that stupid stuffy hotel every time - boring or what.  I had to admit those girls were sexy though.  Especially Monica, the head of the department.  Not just the fact that she was pretty with a good figure, she just had that undefinable sexy allure

So I was bored and, I admit it, I’d downed a whole bottle of wine with dinner.  The company was paying so why shouldn’t I?  So I was more than just a little bit tipsy and bored.  The trouble is, when I’m bored and a bit tipsy I get my cock out.  So there I was bored, tipsy, with my cock out browsing the internet on my company laptop for… well you can guess what… when I found this site where you could… how shall I put It… perform for an audience.  Naked.  Why would I want to do that you wonder.  I don’t know - it was just that I was bored, tipsy, with my cock out and the idea of showing myself off naked to an unseen audience in a safe way gave me a bit of a thrill.  It was something daring to try.  Something to add a little excitement to a boring business trip.

So I logged onto the site as a what?  Performer I suppose.  And I took all my clothes off and just stood there in the nude not quite knowing what to do next.  To be honest I didn’t think anybody would be interested. But the site showed people were indeed watching - the novelty of a new ‘performer’ perhaps - and the indicator showed there were about 22 people watching.  All of them girls. All of them watching me.

Well, it’s embarrassing enough knowing all those people were watching you in the nude, but in addition I found out they could give you a score (out of five) and make comments. And I was only scoring 2.  I wasn’t performing enough.  I wasn’t performing at all.

Then the messages started. Yes the watchers could send you messages. They flashed up on the screen for you and everyone else to see.  And the girls  started ordering me to do things. You can imagine the sort of thing - 'Play with your. cock..', Well I’m not going to spell it out for you, you know what I mean! And, stupid though it sounds, girls were looking at me naked and somehow I felt I had to do what they asked. 

‘Go on you little slave. Do as you’re told. We give the orders. 

Dancing.

Running on the spot.

Star jumps.

And I did what they said.  Leaping up and down.  Cock and balls bouncing.

‘On the bed on your hands and knees and show us your bum hole.’

That was the strange thing.  Naked and displayed I was their little slave and I had to obey.

How embarrassing!  I got down on my hands and knees and showed them my….  I don’t know why.  I was naked.  I was their slave.  I had to do it.

 In the end I scored five and you'll have to guess what I had to do to score that! Still, a score of five out of five.  Not bad.

And that was that.  I'll not do that again I thought.  Until...  some weeks later... Next time at the same hotel.

'Hi Nudeboy'

The message flashed up in my inbox.  Nudeboy!  That was what I’d called myself in my webcam performance.  With some trepidation I opened the message.  It contained only a link.  I clicked on it.

It was a site called  Naked and Exposed.  And there I was.  Naked.  The whole show had been recorded and uploaded to the site.  It had been viewed 15,000 times.  And underneath was a caption.

"Do you recognise this nude?  If so post his name and address here."

Oh my gosh!  Fifteen thousand times. No name and address thankfully.  But someone must have recognised me.  Someone knew my email address me had sent me the link.  Who had recognised me!  Who had sent me the link?  How did they know my email address.  It was from an email address I didn’t recognise.  And my video was up there and I couldn’t take it down.

A few minutes later my inbox flashed again.

"Hi Joe…” joe! How did they know my name? “That was a great performance.  So good that you have been selected by our viewers for this months live performance in front of an invited audience.  Details will be forwarded to you soon.  Congratulations.  Love Stella.”

Live performance!  What did they mean?  Live performance.  I couldn’t do a live performance.  It had just been a one off joke.  I sat stunned for a few moments then hastily drafted a reply.

“Hi Stella.  Thank you for the invitation.  Unfortunately I am not in a position to take part in a live performance.  Sorry to disappoint.  Joe”

That should do the trick.  

It didn’t. A couple of minutes later.

“Hi Joe.  I don’t think you quite understand.  You have been selected.  Our subscribers specially want to see you.  They are paying good money to see you perform in the flesh.  Details will be sent shortly.”

What.  I couldn’t do it… I read on.

“Of course if you are really unable to perform we could make up our cash shortfall we could sell your video to one of the more widely available commercial sites and boost revenue by publishing your name and address and sending the link to the following list of your friends…”

I stared at the list with horror.  It was all the girls at the IT call centre.  Their names and their email addresses.  Oh my gosh!  They wouldn’t just see me naked.  They’d see me… oh my gosh.  I read on.

‘… we look forward to your polite… and I mean polite… acceptance of out offer.  Love Stella.”

“Dear Stella…” I wrote, why choice did I have, “How kind of your selectors to choose me to take part in a live performance.  I shall be delighted to take part.  Yours respectfully, Joe.”

The reply came back immediately.

‘Not grovelling enough.  Your initial refusal upset me.  I’m ready to send the link.  It might be simpler.”

No!  She couldn’t do that!  The correspondence continued.

“Please Miss, I’m so sorry I turned down your initial wonderful offer.  I’d be delighted to perform live for your patrons.  I’ll do anything… anything if you’ll let me.”

“Anything?  I don’t believe you.”

“Please Miss.  Anything Miss”

“That’s better.  Where are you?”

“The Grand Hotel Miss”

“Excellent.  Obedience is paramount in our industry.  Are you obedient?”

“Yes Miss”

“Good.  In that case at precisely 10.00 pm wearing no clothes you will walk into the hotel lobby and ask the desk clerk to let you back in your room.  We will have an observer stationed to ensure you have demonstrated complete obedience to this command.  If you do not appear there completely in the nude at the appointed time and place the link will be circulated at 10.05 pm.  

Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss.”

My first inclination was to run.  Pack all my things and run.  But then a five past ten.  I couldn’t let that happen.  It was half past nine nine in thirty minutes I’d have to… I just sat and watched the minutes tick by until.  Five to ten… I was going to have to do it… I tore my clothes off and rushed out into the corridor.  I had nothing on… what was I going to do… I couldn’t go down in the lift.  I rushed to the emergence stairs and ran down them till I reached the door into the lobby.  I could here voices.  The reception desk was just the other side of the closed door.  I could hear voices.  My mouth was dry, I was  shaking with nerves, my face was burning with embarrassment.  I peeked through the door.  The clock on the wall said one minute to.  I watched the minute hand slowly move round.  Thirty seconds, twenty, ten, five, two, one… it was time.  Heart thumping, legs trembling I walked out into the lobby.

Voices stopped, heads turned, jaws dropped.  I tried to keep my eyes on the receptionist as she stared open mouthed at my approach.  It was as if I could feel the eyes boring into my naked body.  Everything on display.  It was Tracy on reception.  The sexy girl I’d tried to flirt with when I checked in.  She looked at me, her eyes flicked down to my private parts, then almost embarrassingly back to my face.  I didn’t dare look at the others. On of them would be the observer, but I didn’t dare look.

“Excuse me,” I croaked, “I… I’ve… I mean… I’ve got no clothes on..”. Why was I saying.  Why didn’t I just ask for a key and rush back to my room.

Tracy had regained her composure.

“Yes,” she replied, “we can see your…” See what!  I didn’t need to ask they could see everything.  ‘See you’re locked out of your room”

“Yes… yes… I’ve got no clothes on..” What was I saying.  I was so nervous, so embraced, standing there with nothing on no everyone watching that I couldn’t think what else to say.  There was a suppressed giggle from behind me. Everyone was looking at me and I just stood petrified.

“Would you like another room key?”

“Yes… yes please… I’ve got no clothes on…”

“Well if you’ll just stand there for a few minutes I’ll see why I can do…”

And I was forced to stand there while she rummaged around looking for a new key card to give me and I got redder and redder, I could feel the blush spreading over lol my naked body and everybody looking until eventually.

“There you are Sir.”

I grabbed my key and rushed back to my room.

My heart was beating ten to the dozen, it had been a total humiliation, but… I looked down at my penis.  It was rigid, hard and vertical.  A total humiliation, but a complete and totally arousing rush.  My hand went automatically to my penis, well… what else was there to do?

*********

He’d done it.  We’d actually made him do it.  Monica had said we could make him do it, and we had. We crowded round the screen and watched him take hold of his cock.  Well he must have enjoyed himself at any rate.

Testicular Exam

“i'm sorry to have to say this to you.  Very sorry indeed.’

‘Yes Miss.’

I stood in Moira’s office trembling. I always trembled when standing in the boss’s office.  She was the sort of woman who always made me tremble, mid-thirties perhaps with the confident air of the successful businesswoman.  She had short black hair, fine chiselled features, piercing eyes, bright red lips and a disconcertingly large bosom.  Being called to her office usually meant I was going to get into trouble.  Moira was my boss at Training Videos Inc.  I had struggled to get a new job since the unfortunate incident at Garden Gnomes.  Well how was I to know?  So here I was in my new job as Office Management Executive.  It was a grand title for what turned out to be more like Office Junior and General Dogsbody combined.  

I had only been there a week. II was thankful for the job. They made some sort of videos.  Not that I had anything to do with the films, I was just in the office handling my day to day menial tasks.  One particularly boring task were the Display Screen Equipment Workstation Risk Assessments.  A job only suitable for the office dogsbody. It involved something called ‘ergonomics’.  I had had absolutely no idea what that was. I had a suspicion that that was why I had been summoned to Moira’s office.

‘Porn.’ Moira said flatly looking directly in my eyes.

‘Sorry?’ I said, ‘What?’.

Were they going to be making naughty videos at Training Videos Inc.

‘Porn,’ she repeated, ‘you’ve been looking at it on your work computer.’

‘No… no honestly.’

‘I have the report right here. A list of your internet search history. You accessed a site displaying… and I regret to have to say this… naked persons of the female gender…while using our company computers’

‘But that was a mistake…’ I blurted out.

‘It was a mistake to think you could get away with it.’

‘No… I mean it wasn’t a mistake…’

‘So you did it deliberately 

‘Yes… I mean no… I mean I had to find out about ergonomics…   It’s about fitting workstations properly.  And the workforce is all girls and I didn’t know…’

‘Didn’t know what precisely…’

‘About girls’ body sizes.  So I did a search for…’

‘For what precisely?’

‘Girls’ bodies.  And well this site came up…’

‘Well I’ve heard some excuses in my time, but this of yours trumps them all!.’

‘Sorry Miss.’

‘I should think so too. Well Joe I have no other option but to ask you to clear your desk of your belonging we’ll pay you to the end of the week.’

‘But… please…Miss’

‘Please what?’

‘Can’t I have another chance. I really need this job.... I’ll do anything… anything…’

She paused for a moment.

‘Anything? you say?’ she said with a raised eyebrow.

‘Of course… anything…’

‘Well I'm glad you said that because we been looking for a man to er… volunteer…’ she said with a slight smile.

‘Volunteer?’

‘Yes, to take part in our next video. It would be a small role in the video. Do it and consider your job safe. No one will know, you violated our company policy.’

‘Oh yes.. of course… anything.’

‘Good.  It’s a special medical training video. We need a man and you are just perfect! It’s called ‘On the ball’.  Good title don’t you think?’

‘Yes Miss.’  

"Brilliant! Be here tomorrow a bit early Joe."

 

'On the Ball'… medical video… must be something to do with football injuries perhaps, I thought and crept out of her office.

**********

Training videos hadn’t quite turned out as lucrative as I had hoped.  Still this new video had great potential and now I had  a ‘volunteer’ to be our star.  Joe would be perfect. No need to tell him the details.  Not yet.

*********

The Next Day

‘Is it about football injuries,’ I asked, while I signed a contract that Moira had drawn up for my role in the video..

‘Football? Whatever are you going on about?’ Moira retorted. 

I was standing in the filming studio and the girls were setting things up for the video I had volunteered for. 

‘On the Ball,’ I said, ‘I thought it must be about football injuries when you said it was for medical purposes.’

The girls giggled a bit while I looked around the set.

‘Very funny.  Now get behind the screen and get yourself ready.  We’re trying to set up here. We rented these high end video cameras just for this video, it is important we get this done today on schedule’

‘Sorry…’

‘Get behind the screen and get your clothes off.  Time is money in the video business.’

‘Clothes off… what do you mean… why…’

‘Well it’s not about football injuries is it/‘

‘What is it about them?’

‘Testicular examination of course.  And Tracey can’t demonstrate how to examine them if your wearing clothes can she?’

‘But…’

‘For goodness sake this is the video industry.  Nudity is an everyday thing.  Do you want to keep your job or don’t you?’

‘But… I mean…  yes… right…,’ oh dear!  I had to keep my job.  I needed the money to pay… well I won’t go into details - let’s just say I needed the money, ‘…I mean do all the girls have to stay?’

‘Of course.  Tracey is doing the demonstration, but you guessed that by her nurse’s uniform. Sharon is the pupil she is demonstrating to, Milly is doing the camera work, I’m directing and Twinkle is assistant on set.’

Twinkle!  Twinkle was on work experience.  She looked about sixteen. Surely not Twinkle.

‘Twinkle,’ I gasped, ‘but she’s only…’

‘Don’t denigrate Twinkle just because she’s only on work experience.  This is an important experience for her.’

‘Yes Miss,’ I said sheeply.

I crept behind the screen and began removing my clothes, as I took everything off I could feel Moira getting impatient.

‘Come on,’ cried Moira, ‘we’re waiting.’

Blushing bright red and trembling with embarrassment I crept out, covering my penis and testicles as best I could.

‘We’ll take your hands away from your private parts, they’re the bits we’re going to demonstrate on.’

‘Yes Miss,’ I took my hands away and…

‘Come on girls.  You’ve all seen a willy before.’

Moira interjected as an audible gasp went out and Twinkle started giggling.  You see I’ve got a big one.  I was a late developer and when it started growing it just sort of continued.

‘Girls please.  You’re embarrassing the poor lad.  He can’t help being that big.  Now let’s get started.  I’ve got the instructions here.  Sharon, I know you’re supposed to stare at his private parts, but it looks more professional if you don’t have your mouth quite so wide open.  Now Tracey, take hold of his penis and lift it up.  Milly zoom in on his testicles and ensure you are using the high definition setting, I want every detail.....and Twinkle stop giggling, I don't want to be here all day.’

Have you ever had five girls staring at your penis while one of them grabs hold of it, and well, stimulates it?  If you have you’ll not be surprised at what happened next.’ 

********

He had a big one, We all knew he had a big one, Milly had found this picture in his ‘Show My Nudes’ account. She always has an eye for detail. That’s how I knew he was just right. Everything was going great as Tracey gently felt his testicles around with her gloved hand, then she asked Sharon to lift up his cock to expose his balls for the examination.  That’s when disaster struck.  Sharon gave him a quick wank when she got hold of his cock.  She later claimed it was just an automatic reflex.  She enjoyed wanking cocks apparently, so she explained later! The wank had the not unexpected effect, his cock went erect.

*******

My penis went straight up.  I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life.  I was standing naked in front of all those girls with my penis erect.

‘What are you doing,’ said Moira

‘Sorry Miss,’ I mumbled.

‘For goodness sake get it down. This is a serious training video not 'Show My Nudes.’

What!  I’d tried to make money by posting on Show My Nudes while I was out of a job!  Well, I had a big one and I thought people might pay money to see it.  They hadn’t, and I hadn’t been able to work out how to remove the pictures, not without paying a lot of money, which was why… oh heck!"

I pulled away and covered myself with my hands, but Moira yelled at Sharon to get me back in the shot.

‘I can’t get it down Miss,’ I said, ‘It won’t go down.’

‘Oh for goodness sake.  We can’t stand around here all day.  Has anybody any suggestions,’ said Moira.

‘I know how to get them up.  I’ve never really wanted to get them down,’ said Sharon with a slight giggle.

Twinkle giggled, ‘Throw a bucket of icy water over him,’ she said.

‘At last, a sensible suggestion.  Go and get a bucket of icy water Twinkle.’

‘And you.  Take your hands away.  It’s only making things worse.’

‘Yes Miss,’ I said.

Twinkle returned after five minutes with the bucket.

‘Go on then.  Throw it over him.’

Suddenly I was deluged with icy cold water.  The girls roared with laughter as I shrieked and jumped up and down.  Other than that it had no effect.  My penis was still rigid 

‘I thought you said that would get his willy down,’ Moira stared at Twinkle.

‘No I didn’t,’ Twinkle looked affronted at the suggestion.

‘Well why did you suggest it then?’

‘I just thought it would be funny.’

‘Well it was funny, but that wasn’t the idea.  Anybody got any other suggestions.’

‘Ice cubes? Suggested Twinkle.

‘What about them.’

‘There’s ice cubes still in the bucket.  I put them in to make the water relay icy.  Why don’t we try rubbing his cock with ice cubes?’

‘If nobody has any better ideas.  Any volunteers.’

‘Oh, I’ll do it,’ said Twinkle.  She already had the ice cubes in her hand.

‘Aaaaaaah!’  I don’t know if you’ve ever had ice cubes rubbed up and down your bare penis, but I assure you if you had, that would be your response too.’

‘I thought you said that would get it down?’  My penis was still stubbornly pointing at the ceiling.

‘Just thought it was worth a try,’ said Twinkle, ‘it was fun though wasn’t it?’

‘Any other suggestions?’

‘I’ll Google it,’ said Twinkle, getting out her phone.  She tapped a few times, then stared.

‘Well. What does it say?’

‘Well, it says… I mean I’m not sure…’

‘Come on, out with it girl, we’re getting desperate here.’

‘It says the best way is welI… I really don’t think…’

‘Oh, for goodness sake, what does it say?’

‘It says the best way is to stick a finger up his bottom and massage his prostrate.’

‘Prostate,’ said Moira, ‘not prostrate.  Well, who’s going to volunteer?

‘What!’ I said, ‘you can’t!’

‘We don't have all day, we need to return the high end cameras before the end of the day! Do you have a better suggestion, or do you want to lose your job? It’s your fault we’re in the mess if you hadn’t noticed.’ 

What option did I have?  I needed the money.

‘All right then.  What do I have to do?’

‘What does it say on your phone Twinkle? Moira asked the young lady. 

‘It says the victim, sorry subject, has to stand with their legs apart while being bent over' she said, holding in a giggle. 

'What?!'

‘Go on then,’ said Moira, ‘do as you’re told. Turn around and bend over!'

I did as I was told knowing it would save my job. I turned around with my back to the rest of the girls. I followed Moira's orders of bending over with my legs wide apart resting my hands on my knees.  Feeling vulnerable and completely exposed, I just had to close my eyes and tried not to think about what I was displaying.

'You then insert a lubricated finger into his annus…’

‘His what?’

‘His annus?  What’s that?’

‘Not annus you idiot his anus.’

‘What’s that?’

‘His bum hole.  You’ve got to push your finger up his bum hole. Give me your phone I will read it to you while you stimulate his prostate,’ Moira said to Twinkle. 

A few giggles I could hear behind me as I waited for the inevitable. 

‘Aaaaaaaaah!’  I felt her finger pushed right up my bottom.

‘I didn’t mean…. Oh well now it’s there.  What do you do next?’

‘Push it in and out in a rhythmical fashion.’ Moira read from Twinkle's phone, while her finger was still firmly up my bottom.

‘Oh oh oh oh oh…’ Twinkle went at the rhythmical pushing with a will.

‘It doesn’t seem to be having any effect.'  

'Keep going,’ commanded Moira.

‘Oh oh oh oh…ahhhhh...erg’

‘Still no effect. Are you sure this is supposed to help?’

‘Oh dear,’ said Twinkle, ‘I think I read the wrong page!  That was how you keep a cock up.’

‘For goodness sake! Moira yelled. Tracey and Sharon couldn't help but laugh.

Twinkle removed her finger and í straightened up.  Legs still apart.  Twinkle stood in front of me.

‘This,’ she said,

‘Aaaaaaaaaaargh’

***********

A man is in a very vulnerable position standing with his legs apart and his bare balls hanging down between them.  Especially when a young girl with strong legs brings her knee straight up into them.  You’d have thought it would work wouldn’t you?

**********

When my eyes stopped watering and I staggered to my feet again I looked down.  My penis was vertical and as stiff as ever.

‘What are we messing about like this for?’ Interjected Sharon, ‘there’s an obvious way.’

‘Obvious, what do you mean obviously/. We’ve tried everything.

‘No you haven’t.’

‘Well, clever clogs, what is this obvious way?’

She turned to me, ‘Give yourself a wank,’ she said

‘What?’

‘Wank yourself off.  Then it will go down.’

‘You mean masturbate.  With everyone watching,  I can’t,’ I said, ‘I can’t…’

‘Oh for goodness sake.  Twinkle…’

‘Yes Miss.’

‘Wank him off.’

‘What!? me!’

‘I’m adding it to your job description.  Chief wanker.’  Get on with it.’

‘But… but…’ I said, clutching my penis,

‘It’s that or a knee in the balls again,  which would you rather have?’

No choice really.

I must say it was probably the best wank I’ve ever had.

‘Yes… yes… go on…harder… faster… harder… yes… yes… aaaaaaaaarh!

My balls contracted, my cock exploded hitting Twinkle in the face, at last it subsided. The girls laughed and roared and cheered. 

‘At last,’ said Moira, ‘Milly you can start to video again.’

‘But,’ said Milly, ‘I’ve never stopped.  You never told me to.’

*******

The training video didn’t sell, but Milly’s recording was a great success on ShowYour Nudes.  Nearly a hundred thousand views and counting.  Moira and I shared the profits, she even promoted me.  I still haven’t worked out how to take it down, but I enjoy my weekly date with Sharon. She enjoys wanking cocks.