With no real skills, Darius' only chance of getting into the country is through the new "If we like you" initiative. Under the scheme the women at the immigration office can, at their discretion, grant work permits if they feel someone will benefit the country in some way. Their interview technique is designed to weed out undesirables and perverts - but also gives them a chance to take liberties with any man they might take a fancy to.

Lucinda Parkinson is explaining to Darius how the "if we like you" scheme works. His English is pretty good but he still finds it hard to understand some of the nuances.

"So what do you think you can bring to the country if we do let you in?" She asks, in a friendly but suspicious tone.

"Well..." Darius starts - having carefully rehearsed what he's going to say. "I am very hard worker. And I also very good at football. So I think I can be very good for you."

"My wife is very good cook and my kids are very good at school. If we are let to come in we will all contribute to the economy." He did some research online on what to say to try and win over the officers.

"Yes, that's what they all say," replies Lucinda sceptically, "but we have to be sure you're not just trying to come here to claim benefits."

She glances over at her notes deliberately leaving her words hanging to try and unnerve him.

She looks up at him and smiles expectantly. She knows how to work men like Darius - keep them wrong-footed and see how desperate they are.

Realising he's expected to say something Darius stammers: "But we have no need of benefit. I can work! I very strong and work lots of hours."

"Really?" Says Lucinda. "So would you say you are physically very fit?" She asks.

"Oh yes! I am VERY strong," replies Darius - pleased to have a chance to impress the intimidating woman. Lucinda writes something down, her eyes never leaving him.

"I have very strong muscles," he says - rambling on to fill the silence. Little does he know that he's already pricked Lucinda's imagination.

Lucinda realises that the man opposite her is not the brightest. In fact, she sees an opportunity to take advantage. "Hmmm - well we'll see about that," she says cryptically.

"I take it you won't mind submitting to a full physical examination?" She asks to his surprise.

"Erm... Well? I mean. Why is necessary?" He mumbles suddenly starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Well to be honest, we need to check you for inappropriate reactions. We've been letting in too many perverts of late so I want to be sure you're pure enough to be let in," she explains.

"Of course if you have something to hide then..." Lucinda doesn't need to say any more - Darius understands that he has little choice if he wants a chance at fulfilling his dream.

Seeing him sit there dumbly the woman sighs. "What are you waiting for? Get undressed!" She orders.

"But I..." He starts - not sure if he wants to strip off right in front of everyone in the cramped office. But Lucinda gets impatient and starts to slide his chair away from underneath him.

He has no choice but to stand up. He sees the woman looking sternly at him and realises she's deadly serious.

He thinks for a moment. This is his one and only chance and he can't afford to blow it. His wife would never forgive him. So reluctantly he starts to take off his top.

"Give it to me," says Lucinda wearily and snatches the garment off him to place it well out of his reach.

"My shirt as well?" He asks uncertainly. "Yes of course," comes the exasperated reply.

Lucinda purses her lips and stares at him expectantly.

She's pleased to see he was telling the truth when he pulls his shirt up to reveal a very sculpted physique.

She's looking forward to having some fun with this one. She is well aware of the power she holds over him and is not afraid to use it to get what she wants.

He hands her his shirt and she takes it without thanks trying to make it look as though this were merely a formality rather than something she's relishing.

"But I can keep my trousers yes?" He asks plaintively. "I'm afraid they'll have to come off too," Lucinda replies immediately.

She smiles as he turns away from her in shyness. It's often the case that these big tough men are scared when it comes to taking their clothes off in front of her.

Darius slowly slides his bottoms down revealing his stark white underpants.

He fumbles taking his shoes off and removing his tracksuit trousers completely.

Having handed them over to Lucinda he stands there uncertainly looking down. Surely she isn't expecting him to go all the way?

"Socks," says Lucinda trying not to laugh. Darius removes them as he's been told hoping desperately that he'll be allowed to keep his underwear on.

Lucinda can see he's torn between doing what she says and his natural macho instinct to want to be in charge. She's more than a match for him though and she knows it.

He hands over his shoes and socks when told and Lucinda adds them to the ever-growing pile of his clothes in the corner.

"We're not going to get very far while you still have those on now are we?" She says sarcastically.

Darius knows what he must do and starts to pull on his pants, working them down his thighs.

He can almost feel Lucinda's eyes on him as he drags it out for as long as he can.

But moments later his penis and testicles are revealed and he can feel the cool air of the office around his privates.

He nearly loses his balance as he steps out of his underpants. He never for one second expected he'd be asked to do something as embarrassing as this when he turned up for the interview.

Lucinda grins as he automatically hands her his trunks. It looks like he's able to learn simple tasks - that will be useful.

She casually tosses them aside, having no further use for them. She doesn't intend for him to be wearing them again anytime soon.

She looks over at the way he tries to cover his genitals with his hands. How pathetic! And also, spoiling her fun.

"Move your hands out of the way," she snaps - reaching round and slapping him.

Feeling ashamed at his nudity but having no other choice, he uncovers his cock and balls.

"This is not right," he says defensively - suddenly feeling angry. "A man should not have to be naked like this!" 'Well, well, well,' thinks Lucinda to herself, 'this one's got an attitude! We'll soon put a stop to that.'

Darius is starting to get angry. The woman interviewing him keeps asking more and more of him and now he's stood stark naked in the office! His macho pride kicks in and he wants to assert himself. But he doesn't yet understand just how little Lucinda and her colleagues care. They know full well they have ultimate power over him and they are not afraid to use it.

Darius is surprised and annoyed when instead of meekly cowering, Lucinda instead bursts into laughter. He's not used to women reacting like this where he comes from and it confuses him.

"You'd better change your attitude if you want to be allowed into this country," says Lucinda when she manages to get herself back under control.

"One word from me and you will be deported," she says with a smile - but a hard edge to her voice. "One word... " "But! But!" He starts to protest.

"Surely is no necessary I be naked like this?" He manages to moderate his tone - realising that being aggressive is getting him nowehere.

"I'll decide what is necessary or not. Now turn around - I want to take a proper look at you."

Darius thinks for a moment. There's a lot riding on this. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to do what the woman says - at least for now.

He slowly turns around, still feeling demeaned by having to present his naked body to the woman seated behind him.

Lucinda takes great delight in checking him out. "All the way around," she says, tapping his arm when he takes too long about it.

She gawps at his dangling penis and big heavy testicles. "They could be a problem!" she exclaims. "I'd better check them out."

She reaches forward and without asking permission, lifts his penis with her finger to examine it.

"Hmmm," she mutters - making Darius wonder what's going through her mind. Is there something wrong with his dick?

She mutters to herself as she peers closely at it. Darius tenses. Having a woman touching his privates is starting to make him feel funny inside.

Lucinda lets his penis drop and it flops down heavily. She then starts prodding his testicles.

Darius finds himself holding his breath. He starts to panic that he might not be able to control himself and might become aroused.

Lucinda lets go and he immediately covers himself up with his hands - feeling a familiar urge. Lucinda smiles - fully aware of the effect she's having on him.

"Now now," she says, slapping his hands again, "how am I supposed to check you over if you keep hiding your bits and pieces?"

"Move your hands," she orders - and having no other choice, he does as he's told.

"But is nothing wrong with my dick. Is all OK. You don't need to see no more," he says hopefully.

"I need to be sure that you aren't one of those perverts that seem to be intent on getting into this country. I'm checking that you're able to control yourself," she replies.

She resumes toying with his penis, boldly tugging on it causing his testicles to juggle about.

"Can you control yourself?" She wonders, slowly running her hand up and down the length of his shaft. Darius is no longer sure and doesn't reply.

He tries to think of something else but his focus keeps returning to the woman below who rolls his foreskin back and forth over the sensitive glans.

"I would hate to have to send you back to where you come from," says Lucinda, "I understand your economy has just collapsed and it's very difficult to make ends meet."

"It must be so hard for your wife and kids too," she continues, "they'd be so disappointed if you failed here today."

Even with his limited English, Darius gets the gist of her veiled threat. "Your penis seems to be getting bigger," Lucinda announces.

It's true - despite his anger and discomfort with the situation, Darius's penis is starting to get hard.

Lucinda lets go and it pops up stiff as a rod. "Would you look at that!" She exclaims.

"Do you usually go around springing unwanted erections in front of women?" She asks in a disgusted tone.

"In this country we expect men to be able to have a conversation with a female without shoving an engorged penis in her face," she admonishes.

"But I cannot help," he says exasperatedly, "it happen because you touch."

"Ugh. It's disgusting! And how dare you blame me," cries Lucinda, wheeling herself away from the offending article.

She raises her hand and smacks him on the arse hard.

"There. That's for not taking responsibility for your own actions," she says sternly.

"Now go and see my colleague over there - Emma. Take your notes with you. She'll no doubt have questions of her own," she continues handing him a piece of paper.

"And you'd better hope you can make a better impression on her," she concludes with an enigmatic smile.

He looks at the paper with an unintelligible scrawl on it, grits his teeth, and starts to walk away. Lucinda cannot help but smile behind his back. Oh yes - this one is going to be FUN!

He makes his way over to where Lucinda indicated. The woman at the desk there seems deeply absorbed in her work.

But she becomes aware of his presence out of the corner of her eye and looks up from what she's doing.

She grins - looking him up and down. She's always impressed at the way her colleague can persuade men to strip naked for them to play with.

Darius introduces himself gruffly before handing over the sheet of paper. Emma can't take her eyes of his penis and testicles. She wonders just how far she and the others can take it with this hunky specimen before he runs crying from the office...

Working in the immigration office brings with it certain perks. The men that arrive are all desperate to get into the country and as a result can be made to do almost anything with very little effort. Darius Keseru knows that this is his big chance for a new life. But if he wants in he must keep his temper under control and put up with being treated like a plaything by the fully-clothed women.

Emma has to try and stifle her laughter as she accepts the sheet of paper from the naked man in front of her. Lucinda really is naughty the way she makes men strip off completely.

She scans through Lucinda's notes, ignoring Darius and leaving him standing there awkwardly.

The woman seems to be taking ages and he starts to get impatient. "Well?" He says - hoping to move things along so he can get dressed again.

Emma's gaze goes down his body to his penis and testicles again but still she doesn't speak. She's just appreciating the view and thinking how much she enjoys her job.

"Don't stand way over there, come closer," she says eventually - and Darius shuffles over to her.

"So," she begins, "my colleague has raised some concerns over your ability to control your erections. Do you have anything to say?"

She reaches over and without any qualms, takes hold of his still semi-erect penis.

Darius is dumbfounded. Why do these women keep touching his dick? And then tell him off for getting hard!

"I sorry. I try harder," he mumbles - finding it very hard to try and speak English when the woman starts squeezing his testicles.

Emma returns her attention to the notes but doesn't leave his privates alone for a second.

"Lucinda feels that you might be OK but she wants me to check you over first," the woman continues.

Without bothering to wait for his consent she starts pulling his genitals about, enjoying the silky-smooth feel of his penis.

"I can see what she means about erections," Emma exclaims when his penis once again becomes stiff.

She looks at him as though expecting some kind of explanation. But Darius doesn't know what to say. For him it's perfectly understandable that he would be aroused when a woman touches him intimately.

Ah well - it's right there in front of her, she might as well have a play with it. Emma takes hold of him once again.

"Please," begs Darius, "if you stop to touch it, my thing will get small again." Emma smiles. "But it's important that we check you're not a pervert," she replies.

"But I do not understand. I no pervert. I good clean man. With wife!" He doesn't realise that it makes no difference what he says. The women have their own ways of judging his suitability.

"Turn around for me. Lucinda has mentioned something in her notes that she wants me to take a look at."

Emma spins him round on the spot. Oh yes! She can see exactly what Lucinda meant. He does have a rather lovely arse!

She stops him and has a good feel of his peachy, downy backside.

Emma looks up and sees Lucinda edging closer for a better look. "Thank you for drawing my attention to this particular... asset," she says.

She moves Darius back around and once again is agog at his thick heavy member and has no shame in staring right at it.

It seems to have a mind of its own. Even though he's distinctly uncomfortable Darius cannot seem to get it to go down.

Lucinda cannot bear to be left out any longer and strides over. "I think it might be easier if we both asses him," she says causing Emma to giggle behind his back.

The women continue to discuss his prime rump using terms they know he won't understand.

"I see what you meant about THIS!" Says Emma - pointing to Darius' engorged prick. "Would the women of this country be offended by a man walking around with something so bulky in his underpants?"

"I mean not everyone is as used to seeing naked men as we are," she continues, almost coughing with laughter.

Darius cannot understand what is going on and why the women keep talking about and poking his dick. It feels like they are taking liberties. Yet he cannot escape the fact that his future is in their hands.

They spin him around again making him dizzy as they talk about him as though he weren't even there. He understands little of what they say and has no idea whether the interview is going well or not.

"Bend over for us will you?" Instructs Lucinda.

Darius does as he's told even though it feels wrong to be exposing his arse crack like this.

He looks around angrily as the women paw at his buttocks. They must see he's a fit and healthy man.

"It's no good," says Emma after a while, "we can't see properly at this angle. And it's vitally important that we check you over thoroughly."

She tells him to stand up and he does so gratefully, although he starts to worry at the implication of what she says.

"I think we need to get him up on the desk don't you?" Asks Lucinda. Darius looks at Emma - surely there's no need for that?

"You're right Lucinda. It's the only way," Emma replies. Darius tenses. Should he protest? Make a run for it?

But with no clothes on there isn't much he can do. So he reluctantly follows the women and clambers onto the desk.

Lucinda and Emma waste no time in pulling his buttocks apart to reveal his hairy, sweaty hole. Darius looks nervously over his shoulder.

He gets a shock when he sees Emma produce a long, white plastic implement. "Hey! What is that? What you do with it?" He demands in a panic.

"Relax," says Emma, "it's just a special anal probe that we use to check for purity. Nothing to worry about." But Darius is most definitely worried. More worried than he's ever been in his entire life! "No - I no want!" He yells but even as he does so he realises he has absolutely no control over what happens next.

Lucinda and Emma's demands of poor Darius have become increasingly outrageous. Getting him naked and toying with his penis and testicles wasn't enough for them - they want to see just how far they can push this muscular stud. And what better way to test him than to probe his tight virgin anus with a vibrator?

Darius is horrified at the thought of anything being inserted into his bottom but his pleas are totally ignored by the women at his rear end. He tenses when he feels the tip of something being pressed up against his hole.

His sphincter clenches to try and keep the unwanted object out - but there's no stopping Emma when she's in the mood to fuck a man's arse.

He gulps in air with the shock of being penetrated. "It hurts!" He cries out - wondering how causing him such pain can be part of the interview process.

"Don't be so pathetic," chides Lucinda, "we only let big strong men into this country."

Darius arches his back in agony as Emma drives the vibrator in deep. He can feel the powerful buzzing throughout his entire body.

He tries his hardest to be brave but it really hurts! And even worse is the feeling of debasement at having his virgin arse plundered by women.

There's no way he'll be telling anyone where he comes from what he's having to endure here today.

Emma and Lucinda are having a whale of a time. There's something supremely satisfying at breaking in a tough macho man like Darius.

Lucinda grabs his penis with a giggle and starts tugging on it. Darius looks over his shoulder in horror. What are they doing to him?

"Look!" Exclaims Lucinda. "His willy has finally gone down. I think we've found a way to control his unwanted erections after all."

The women burst into fits of laughter which only serves to confuse Darius further.

He closes his eyes and grits his teeth against the pain as Emma fucks him and pulls on his cock. It feels wrong to be allowing them to do this to him.

"Be we can't really expect any employer to have to perform this procedure in order to keep him under control, can we?" Says Emma in concern.

As she speaks she yanks the vibrator out and Darius experiences a moment of relief.

But it's short lived as she fiercely plunges the thing straight back in again causing him to shriek.

He lets out a cry of pain and misery as the woman sets about ruining his arse.

"I suppose the solution is, if we let him into the country, he'll have to come and see us here each morning before work so we can sort him out," Emma muses.

'Oh God no!' Thinks Darius to himself, 'not this every single day!' Suddenly he's not so sure coming to this country is worth it.

"Please!" He tries again. "There must be another way. I cannot take any more." The women laugh scornfully.

Emma whips the vibrator out once again. "Well..." she says, "I suppose we could see if Patty has any other ideas?" Lucinda readily agrees: "Good idea!"

Although glad not to have the vibrating probe up his arse Darius doesn't feel any more comfortable with the situation and watches warily as Emma goes over to her desk to pick something up.

She returns with the piece of paper containing his notes and before he can speak, shoves it into his mouth.

"Off the table now," says Lucinda to a dumbfounded Darius.

With difficulty he clambers down - unsteady on his feet after the abuse his backside has received.

"Get down on the floor on your hands and knees," instructs Emma - pointing to make it clear what she wants.

Darius does as he's told, shaking slightly as he wonders what they are going to make him do now.

"Take your notes over to our colleague Patty and we'll see if she has a solution to your problem." Lucinda smacks him on the backside to get him going when he doesn't immediately respond to Emma's order.

He shuffles awkwardly across the filthy floor feeling utterly humiliated.

It's painful on his knees crawling on the hard surface but he cannot see what other choice he has.

He edges slowly towards another woman sat at her desk and stops, wondering what he's supposed to do now.

Patty notices him and leans back in her chair with a big grin on her face. She was hoping her colleagues would send her someone to play with today.

Looking down in shame, Darius takes the sheet of paper from his mouth and holds it up to her.

Trying not to laugh too much, Patty takes the proffered paper from the prone man.

Darius cannot bring himself to look her in the eye and keeps his gaze firmly cast down.

"Hey!" Says Patty. "What are you doing down there? Get up man - for pity's sake."

Glad to be able to get up, but also annoyed that he's been made to look stupid, Darius stands.

He realises that this is his last chance and hopes that the woman in front of him will finally approve his application which would at least make his suffering today worthwhile.

"So," she says, reading through the notes made by Lucinda and Emma, "it seems your dick keeps letting you down. Well we can't have that can we?"

Emma and Lucinda giggle and whisper to each other while Patty carries on: "I hope you realise how serious this is. If we can't find a solution we'll have no choice but to send you back."

Darius looks around as Emma and Lucinda approach. Suddenly he's scared. Two women abusing his body was bad enough, but now there are three!

Darius is confused, frustrated, scared and angry all at once. He simply cannot understand what is going on - but the women are so insistent that he simply does whatever they say. His anus hurts from being repeatedly penetrated and he finds the casual way he is treated demeaning. Yet his desperation keeps him in the immigration office as he faces the formidable Patty Loversbow.

Patty coughs to get his attention and Darius looks back at her in the forlorn hope that she'll approve his application.

"There might be a solution to your problem," says Patty, "but it depends how much you want to be accepted?"

"Please," he replies in a small voice, "I'll do anything."

"Hmmm. Well... the other notes are fairly positive. So there's still a small chance." Her words give Darius a glimmer of hope.

"Let me see your cock," says the woman sternly. Darius has been standing with his hands covering his privates.

He doesn't respond quick enough for Patty who stands up and slaps his hands hard to get him to move them.

Feeling the all too familiar discomfort he removes his hands, exposing his penis and testicles to the office once again.

"So THAT," she says, pointing directly at his penis, "thing is what's causing my colleagues so much concern."

She sidles around him and he jumps slightly when she puts her hands on him. "Well it doesn't look too bad to me," she says - her voice softening.

He gulps as her hand strays down and presses against his penis - which has finally started to subside. He's intensely aware of her proximity and his heart starts to beat faster.

Patty fondles his penis, feeling it starting to harden immediately.

She lets it drop back down and caresses his torso. Darius starts to feel a heat spreading throughout his body.

Patty moves around behind him and he can feel her breath on the back of his neck - as well as her wandering hands.

There's no way he can stop himself and his penis springs to attention once again. Why can't these women understand that it would go down if they just left it alone?

"Oh!" Exclaims Patty. "Now I see what my colleagues were describing in their notes."

Darius tenses up as the woman behind him continues to stroke him. She doesn't sound angry. Does that mean she really can help him?

He can hear the other two women giggling and discussing him off to one side: "It's rock hard isn't it Lucinda!" Comments Emma.

Indeed it is - pointing proudly upwards but unfortunately at the most inopportune time.

"I have something here that should help," says Patty, reaching across her desk to pick something up.

"A few strikes with this should sort you out," she says - while Darius eyes the thing in her hand warily, not liking the look of it.

"What you do with that? Is no necessary. My cock will get small if you don't touch," he says - trying once more to exert some kind of control over the situation.

He still doesn't understand that the women will have their fun with him no matter what he says. Patty gets herself into position - grabbing his cock with one hand and raising the paddle with the other.

She whacks it hard against his buttock and a resounding smacking sound echoes around the room.

Darius howls with pain. That really hurt!

Patty goes again - hefting the wooden paddle high in the air.

THWACK! It smacks against his exposed backside sending a searing pain through his body.

He gasps with shock. "It's all for your own good," whispers Patty in his ear. But it doesn't feel like it to Darius.

"Just think of your wife and family," she says mockingly, "you wouldn't want to have to tell them you'd failed would you?"

Without giving him a chance to respond she lifts the paddle up high once again.

And strikes his tender, stinging bottom again.

Darius tries to ignore the pain from the repeated blows as Lucinda and Emma come closer.

"Stop! Please," he begs - unable to take much more, "my dick it is soft now."

The persistent paddling has certainly made his penis go down. But Emma's sure she can reverse that and reaches over to take hold of it.

"Yeah," says Lucinda snidely, "but for how long?"

Emma gently pulls on his penis and starts to stroke his balls and despite Darius's best efforts it begins to grow again.

She begins tugging his cock while Patty resumes spanking him. Darius's head is spinning - he's caught between a world of pain and pleasure and is helpless to resist.

"Look!" Exclaims Emma. "I think I saw something coming out of the end of his penis!" She's right - despite everything he's been though, Darius starts to ejaculate.

A thick blob of semen shoots out of the end causing the assembled women to squeal with delight.

His whole body tenses as he shoots his load in Emma's tight grip.

He knows he shouldn't be doing such a thing in the presence of the important women in the immigration office but there's nothing he can do now - it's gone too far.

The familiar pleasures of orgasm are no consolation for Darius who feels utterly wretched. And also terrified of how the women will react to his outburst.

His semen continues to come thick and fast as Emma drains every last drop from his balls.

"Ha! Well, maybe that was what you needed to sort you out all along!" She giggles.

Emma lets his now limp penis flop down. "Oh dear Darius," says Patty into his ear, "it looks like you are another one of those perverts that have been troubling us recently."

Emma picks up his application form. "I'm sorry Mr Keseru but in the circumstances we have no choice but to reject your application," she says trying not to laugh too hard.

"You can always try again next year. Assuming you've sought treatment for your 'condition'," she continues, tearing up his paperwork with delight.

She flings the ripped up paper at him and he watches the pieces float down with a heavy heart.

"Goodbye Darius!" The women all wave as the he slopes off disconsolately, his dreams in tatters like the paper on the floor.

The women's guffaws ring in his ear as he makes his way out a broken man. One thing's for sure - he never wants to set foot in the immigration office ever again.

How far will he go...