It's late in the morning. Out back there are six cars waiting with grimy carburettors, bad accelerators and stopped-up fuel lines. But John has just made himself a cup of tea and there’s a good story in the Daily Sport Mark wants to finish before they start doing any work for the day. Fuck the whiny women asking if they can pick up their cars yet. Let them wait!

A sophisticated blonde woman gets out of her car and is careful to lock it. Who knows what sorts are wandering around a neighbourhood like this.

She looks over the building with a faded sign that reads MacLean’s Garage and begins taking notes into her dictaphone.

Mark leans back idly wondering if any good looking women will come into the shop today, like that svelte blonde number who wandered in yesterday looking in need of a good fucking.

John walks over to Mark feeling restless. He’s itching to make a bet and hopes he can wrestle him into placing one with him.

“Pat came through with a good tip last night. 3.20 at Chepstow,” John tries to tempt him.

“Give it to the gaffer. I’m cleaned out mate,” Mark instantly responds.

“That last race was a fluke,” John hastens to add. “If only...”

But Mark cuts him off, “Hold on, look at this...”

The woman wanders around looking up at the buildings like she’s searching for a street sign. “Someone’s a little lost,” Mark chuckles to John.

“Stop looking love!” John says sizing her up.

He whistles and calls out, “The man you want’s over here.”

She continues looking over the building ignoring them completely.

Mark whistles at her too and takes a long, professional look at her figure.

“She’s not wearing any knickers,” he says to John.

She glances at the mechanics, rolls her eyes and continues making notes out loud.

John mocks her speaking in a high-pitched woman’s voice, “I’m standing outside MacLean’s Garage. Err…There is one handsome man and one ugly cunt standing outside...”

She looks over the garage seeming not to hear him at all.

Mark chuckles encouraging John to carry on and sizing up the chick's legs.

John goes on in his mocking voice, “Er…I’m not wearing any knickers…”

“My tits are sticking out of my shirt and I’m gagging for a fuck!”

The boys bend over laughing, finding Mark's heckling hilarious.

The woman turns off the dictaphone with a click and gives the mechanics a hard look.

The guys laugh and lean back, unfazed by the look of reproach she’s giving them. She moves on around the garage.

They spot their boss Des leaving his car, hunched over and deep in thought.

Mark leans over his tabloid, ready to let John take a bollocking for not working from Des if he’s in a bad mood.

“Suit?” John calls out to him, but it’s clear that Des isn’t up for chatting.

“Alright Des?” Mark asks cautiously.

“You two, in my office. Now,” he says flatly.

He walks past them without so much as a good morning.

“Shit!” Mark mutters. “I don’t think he’s going to want that tip either,” John adds.

They saunter along after him, dreading to think what trouble they’re in now.

Meanwhile, Darren is handling a couple of customers, “Yeah love. It’s very complicated.”

Mandy swallows hard, trying not to stare at his dirty hard chest, “It's only that we need my car for tomorrow and you've had it for 2 months!”

“I know darling but in a situation like this where the differential axel gasket has gone we have to wait for the parts from the manufacturer,” he speaks slowly making sure they get it all, even though he knows they don't really understand.

Kay tosses her hair and pushes her chest out toward him.

“Isn't there anything we can do?” she says flirtatiously.

Putting on the charm he answers, “Sorry girls. I really wish there was something I could do to speed things along for you.”

Acting as if they are really special he finally says, “Let me try calling them and see what I can do.”

He turns to go to the phone and the girls take full advantage of the opportunity to check out his curvaceous arse hidden under the dirty uniform.

The girls find themselves almost forgetting their frustration about the delay in receiving their car back having the opportunity to check out this sexy young mechanic.

They’re hoping his coveralls will slip down his arse just a little bit further.

“Looks like he's got us over a barrel,” Mandy shrugs thinking about the car again.

Kay imagines rubbing her clean body all over the greasy, slick surface of Darren’s well toned body.

“I wish he had me over a barrel!” she adds.

The rough lads of the garage are confident this will be a day like any other. They can tease the women with their hard, half naked bodies instead of actually getting off their arses to fix their cars. And because the naive women don't know the first thing about cars, they can't do anything but take what they say as truth.

The mysterious woman walks confidently into the garage and gives Darren an assessing glance.

John and Mark feel like they've just had the wind knocked out of them after what their boss Des just told them. "An online poker game?" John asks astonished.

"Listen it’s all too late now," he explains. "The garage doesn’t belong to me now. It belongs to a C Leon. I lost it last night on the internet."

Mark rubs the back of his neck worried about how this will effect him, "Jesus Fucking Christ!"

The woman is walking around the garage and looking around critically. She clicks on the dictaphone to record something.

Des notices the woman looking lost.

She looks like one of those timid housewives who have never seen the inside of a garage so don't know how to deal with the filth and raw sexual energy of the mechanics.

He's not in the mood to deal with bumbling new customers.

"I’ve said what I’ve got to say. Go and see what that bird wants," he says to the lads dismissively.

"They're lazy, but they're not a bad lot," he thinks. He hopes desperately that the new owner won't sack the guys or get rid of him.

He'd like to at least keep managing the place. Hopefully the new owner will be a decent guy who won't want to get involved and make any changes.

She clicks off her dictaphone seeing the two mechanics approaching her.

The guys openly look her up and down, assessing how good a body she has.

"Decided to take us up on the offer then?" John says getting up close and personal. "I can’t blame you."

"I’m looking for D MacLean," she says in a well-spoken voice ignoring John.

"Is he here?"

"He’s over there," Mark answers and nods to the office, not liking her tone of voice.

"Shouldn’t you two be fixing cars or something?" she says snidely looking them up and down.

She confidently walks past them before they can think of something witty to say back to her.

Mark and John exhale dramatically as she walks away.

"Bitch," John mutters under his breath.

They imagine throwing her down in an oily puddle on the garage floor and fucking her from both ends and then idly wonder what's going to happen now that Des has lost the business.

She walks into Des' office unannounced and asks, "D MacLean?"

"Des Maclean. I’m the gaffer," he says impatiently. "Sorry love but I’m a bit busy today. Those lads can help you."

"Carol Leon," she says firmly, extending her hand.

Des shrugs at first wondering why he's supposed to care.

He takes her hand and tries to figure out from her pointed expression what she wants.

She can see that this stupid, careless man doesn't understand who she is.

"Leon... C. Leon. That’s you?!" he says suddenly in shock.

Carol smiles and nods. She looks around and snatches a calendar off the wall, "You’re in charge of this…erm…business?"

Darren is listening to recorded message of movie times for that evening, but he pretends like he’s talking to the manufacturer.

“I ordered this part from you several weeks ago,” he says in a loud dramatic voice. “I have two fine ladies here that have been waiting patiently!”

He pauses for a minute, feeling the women’s eyes take advantage of this opportunity to check out his chest.

“Yes, I understand,” he continues returning Mandy’s stare.

“Well do the best you can please,” he says firmly and hangs up the phone.

“There's nothing we can do?” Kay asks.

“I'm sorry,” Darren says flirtatiously. “But someone there buggered up the order.”

“It's going to cost more than I first thought. I hate to charge you more, but...”

“Yes, but if it's the only way then we'll have to,” Mandy says obviously smitten while Kay rummages around for her check book.

Darren bites his lip and wonders if he can get this one alone so he can really give her a fine tuning... or maybe both of them together.

“It’s £700 PLUS VAT,” he tells Kay.

“Make it out to MacLean’s Garage.”

She fills out the check and sighs, feeling like it would have been cheaper to buy a new car by the time this one‘s repaired.

Mandy smiles nervously under his strong, confident gaze wishing there were some way she could watch him peel that uniform down.

Carol has taken Des’ chair as it now belongs to her and lays it out for him, “I’ll probably keep the workers on for the time being. I want to see the full accounts this evening.”

Des sighs and feels a panic creeping over him.

“Full accounts?” he asks nervously.

“Yes,” Carol continues calmly. “The accounts. I hope I haven’t won a white elephant.”

“Of course not,” Des hastily adds. “Best to leave me in charge and…er…we’ll come to some arrangement. Don’t change things.”

“Change things,” Carol repeats and then continues in a commanding voice. “Oh I don’t gamble to leave things as they are.”

She says, “I think I need to make you understand just who it is who’s going to run this business from now on.” Des stiffens, trying to supress his nervousness.

“That lad with his shirt off. Talking to the 2 women...” Carol says looking out the window.

Des feels sweat collecting down his back and under his arms. What is she up to?

“Go and get him,” she says firmly.

What could she possibly have to say to his mechanics? he wonders. Surely she knows nothing about auto repairs.

Carol stares at him defiantly. He doesn’t dare contradict her when she’s got him so firmly by the balls.

Let her sniff around, he thinks. She’ll soon get bored and bugger off.

Then things can go back to normal and he can gradually buy back the business.

“Bogbrush!” he calls out.

“I’m with two customers Boss,” he says.

Carol walks out behind him with a supreme air of authority.

“Now!” Des shouts ferociously.

Darren’s confused. Des doesn’t normally talk to him like this, especially while he’s getting a couple customers to fork out more cash for the shop.

Carol can’t suppress her grin, relishing the new power her position will bring.

Darren momentarily worries that the bird hanging behind Des is some irate customer he’ll have to charm.

She can see instantly he’s just a boy, probably desperately poor, all muscle and grit. Maybe she can turn this dump into a business really worthy of the ladies who patronize it.

Carol is determined to assert her authority over the men of the garage now that the boss understands who is really in charge. And what better way to declare her power than to start with the sexy mechanic strutting around with his shirt off like he owns the place when in fact she is the one who now owns HIM!

Carol grabs his arm, startling the young lad.

"And who’s this?" she asks helping herself to his muscular shoulders and bulging biceps.

Darren is astonished that this woman is taking such liberties, even stroking his stomach!

He looks at his boss curious for an explanation.

"Darren. He’s an apprentice," Des explains. Carol laughs with delight, "An apprentice?"

She stares hungrily at his firm chest and dark pointed nipples.

"How old are you Darren?" she asks touching him all over.

He coughs nervously and clears his throat, "17 …Miss."

What's going on here? he wonders feeling his cheeks warm in embarrassment.

If anyone makes the first move it's always him. But this woman isn't just coming onto him. She acting like she owns him!

"Ah," she nods. "And you don’t wear a shirt?"

"It gets hot Miss," Darren swallows feeling his throat suddenly dry. "Working with cars."

He looks at Des feeling himself close to a state of panic now.

Des finally admits quietly, "Miss Leon is the new gaffer."

Darren is baffled by this new information. It can't be!

"I won the garage off Des in a game of internet poker," Carol explains calmly.

She runs her fingers down the line that leads to his naval.

He does feel warm, but not from overworking.

He's too proud to shrink away from Carol's touches, but at the same time it makes him feel strange and uncomfortable.

"That makes me in charge. I'm the owner," she says.

Without asking she loosens his uniform. Darren looks at Des terrified.

What the hell is she doing? His entire body stiffens in fear.

"You get hot. So that’s why you don’t wear a shirt..."

"Perhaps you’re still too hot. Take these off."

"What?" Darren asks stuttering.

He looks again to Des, hoping he'll reassert his power. Des has always kept things under control.

Carol doesn't hesitate in continuing to remove his coveralls.

"Better do as she says son," Des admits in a low voice.

Darren is astonished. So he's powerless to stop this woman!

Carol relishes peeling down the baggy, dirty uniform to reveal his tight little underpants.

Des looks down in embarrassment, ready to let Carol do whatever she wants as long as she stays happy and doesn't get rid of them.

Darren stands in shock feeling himself stripped in the middle of the garage. It's such a weird situation, yet at the same time he's suddenly incredibly aroused.

He feels his dick growing in his tight pants and wants to cover it from this strong woman's stare.

But instead, Carol touches the tight waistband and says, "These too."

He quickly turns his head to Des, trying desperately to understand what's happening. Surely he can't allow this to happen!

"No! Please..." Darren cries out feeling her pull them down.

He's frozen in place as she strips him completely naked!

His hardening dick springs free, making a shiver run down his body.

No one has ever handled him like this. He has no idea how to handle an aggressive woman like this.

He just stands there helplessly while she straightens up to get a good look at her new employee.

She strokes his flesh that is suddenly much more sensitive now that he's standing there completely naked.

It's as if he can feel every raw nerve exposed, his body hair standing on end and his dick straining upward.

Darren wants to object, but his words catch in his throat.

Carol smiles feeling him tremble under her touch.

She understands that he thinks he's a big man, but really he's just a silly, horny boy who needs to be taken firmly under hand.

She places her hand on his chest, feeling every ridge and muscle.

Though the garage is cool, his skin is very warm and he's sweating slightly.

Darren feels himself growing more aroused, his balls full and needing release.

An animal hunger is gnawing inside him, but it’s held under control by her firm hands drawing his body toward her.

She can feel his body, alive and brimming with sexual energy.

The tension is unbearable for him, made to stand there naked while she can look at and touch every inch of his exposed body.

She draws the trembling boy toward her.

His hard dick pushes against her skirt, eager to penetrate her.

His heart is beating quickly as he’s made to painfully wait while she examines him.

Carol loves that she has the power to make him stand there, erect and defenceless.

She can feel his lust boiling over and impatient, but she takes her time enjoying his manly body.

She experimentally moves toward him, making his aching dick press harder against the fabric of her skirt and nudge between her thighs.

He thinks that now she’s going to take him out back so he can give her the best screwing of her life.

But he doesn’t dare make a movement without her permission. She’s so feminine and powerful, it's driving him wild.

Carol can smell his desire and eagerness, there to do with as she will.

Carol teasingly strokes his body with the tip of her finger, making Darren more tense and aroused.

"Darren," she says in a bossy tone. "Don’t you have customers you’re supposed to be dealing with?"

Darren is only too glad to flee from this strange experience and tries to pull up his coveralls.

He bends down before her trembling and to his shock feels a commanding hand on his back.

"No," she says threateningly.

"I think they’d much prefer to see you like this."

"Call it part of the service," she says with a smile of satisfaction.

She holds his shaking arm and looks down his body commanding him to get his clothes off completely.

Darren is too frightened to disobey her and immediately follows her instructions.

Terrified at the idea of standing naked in front of the customers, he fumbles getting them off.

Carol sternly reaches down and snatches the coveralls away from him.

He can't believe she's making him do this. It's like the world has flipped upside down and he's lost all control.

Carol holds the dirty garment in disgust and murmurs that it will probably be better to get rid of it completely considering how filthy it is.

Aware of his dick still painfully erect and exposed to her he picks up his underwear as well, almost falling over into Des.

Carol laughs at the naked lad struggling to obey her and pull his underpants off.

"Really, I would be ashamed to let my customers see how dirty you men are dressed," she says snatching the pants away from him for good.

She looks over his naked body assessing him and gives a nod of satisfaction.

Des can't believe how quickly he's lost control of the business he loves so much. He feels like this kind of behaviour can't go on. It's embarrassing the way she's undermined everything he's worked for.

Carol runs her hand over his muscles like some new goods she's just purchased and wants to test.

Darren is so startled at being treated like this that he can only stand there powerless and immobile.

Carol slides her hand down his smooth chest watching how he tenses from the way she freely handles him.

Her fingers stop at the arch of his erection that strains upward begging for attention.

She wraps her fingers around his dick possessively.

Darren freezes in nervous anticipation feeling her grip his hard cock.

To his surprise, she tugs his penis like a leash making him follow her.

She walks away pulling him behind her. He feels a strange mixture of shock and sexual excitement being handled like this.

His dick stiffens more in her hand and she pulls it harder in response.

Darren haplessly stumbles after her while she confidently leads him away from Des.

He gets a sickening feeling in his stomach realizing that she's leading him right toward the customers!

Des watches powerlessly as Carol takes control of his employee, feeling terribly insecure that a woman has been able to get the upper hand on him and his business.

Mandy can't believe her eyes when she sees the mechanic being dragged back to her by his excited penis!

Darren wants to run away in fear feeling his eager dick pointing at the women, but can't because Carol's hand is pulling him after her.

Kay gasps in shock seeing the naked boy being lead toward her.

Darren feels the strange sensation of being dragged along against his will even though the feeling of being exposed before these strange women is exciting to him.

Carol tightens her grip on his penis and feels like she's leading a dog to the vet.

The women are so surprised that their mechanic has been completely stripped they feel like this has to be some mistake and he'll quickly cover up again, but they take advantage of the opportunity to look him over completely while they can.

He never knew that being naked in front of women could be so stimulating, but at the same time it feels almost physically painful to be so strongly pushed into the situation that he breaks out sweating and feels sick.

Carol roughly turns Darren forward making him face the girls with his hard dick pointing straight at them.

Darren tries to turn away but Carol holds him firmly in place.

He's so overwhelmed by the sensation of being totally naked that he feels drained of all his energy except for a growing ferocious desire to ejaculate.

The women gasp in pleasure taking in his beautifully muscular body and his helpless erect dick.

"I think this young man has been trying to mend your car hasn’t he?" she says.

The women smile and stare at him confused, surprised that somehow their deepest wish to see him naked has come true.

"I’m the new owner of this garage," she explains holding the trembling lad by his shoulder.

Mandy feels a powerful sexual desire welling up inside of her at the sight of his naked body.

"Yes we were just paying for it," Mandy says unable to take her eyes off from his raging erection.

"£700 pounds," she stutters, shocked by the sight of him.

"And how long has he been working on your car?" Carol inquires.

"Well... two months, but we know it isn't his fault," Mandy says almost apologizing for him.

Carol grabs his chin and makes him face her, "Haven’t you mended their car Darren?"

"Erm…" Darren mumbles unable to think of any smooth lines to talk himself out of this direct questioning when he's completely naked.

"Do you know what?" Carol says brightly to the girls.

"I wouldn’t be at all surprised if your car couldn’t be ready… a lot faster."

"Oh?" the girls exclaim in surprise.

Darren's heart is racing, feeling more like a trapped animal. "Well..."

"Darren. Could you have their car ready tomorrow morning? Be honest to your new boss," Carol says sternly.

"Erm…Yes. Probably," he murmurs nervously. "That’s a bit different than what you said a moment ago," says Carol. Stuttering Darren tries to explain himself, "Des. The boss. Says to make it last longer so we can charge more..."

The girls can't believe it. They trusted him!

Mandy angrily snatches the check Kay wrote.

Darren feels his cock twitch in response to the women's sudden anger at him.

Mandy feels sickeningly betrayed by this dirty mechanic.

She rips it up and throws it at him.

Darren feels like he's been given a punch in the stomach from seeing the murderous look in Mandy's eyes.

"Do you know what?" Carol says reaching down for his dick.

"I think you boys take so long because you can’t stop thinking about sex. Your balls are full of sperm," she says gripping his balls sack.

"That's why they can't concentrate on their work," she explains to the giggling girls.

The girls look at each other amazed a woman can talk to such a masculine guy and fondle him like this.

Carol strokes Darren glad she's able to show these women that men can't be allowed to get away with things like this.

"Ladies you can pick up your car tomorrow morning at 10 o’clock," she confirms for them.

"Okay," Kay says. The girls look triumphantly at Darren.

"Thank you," Mandy says to Carol. "See you tomorrow then."

The girls walk away laughing to each other and leaving Darren feeling like the lowest scum on earth.

Darren can't take the humiliation of this any longer. "I'm going to get my clothes," he declares.

Carol grabs his muscular arm and pulls him back toward her.

"Uh uh! No overalls for you. I’m keeping you naked at all times from now on."

Darren wants to shake her away and rebel. But he can't afford to lose this job if she fires him.

And who would believe that his female boss is forcing him to get naked if he made a formal complaint?! He has no choice but to do what she says!

"Now get their car finished, cleaned and polished!" she orders him.

Carol turns him around and spanks his bare bottom to send him on his way.

He has such a nice firm round arse she can't help but want to smack it.

Darren jumps a little and shies away from the second slap she gives him.

He walks away in embarrassment knowing that this intense feeling of exposure will never go away if he's made to work naked all the time.

Carol thinks it's only natural a man like Darren should be kept naked all the time like this. And she's going to make sure he is kept that way.

Instead of that masculine swagger he had when she first saw him, he's now walking in an embarrassed way with his cute little arse waving in the air.

Des shakes his head, anger rising up inside him seeing what she just did. She's turning his business into a circus!

Des reminds himself to keep cool, but he's trembling with rage and doesn't know what to do watching his men being subjected to this humiliation.

Carol has stormed through the male-dominated garage ordering the young mechanic Darren that if he wants to keep his job he'll have to work in the nude from now on. The former owner Des can't believe that things will actually remain this way permanently. He desperately tries to think of some way to outwit this stern blonde and change things back to normal.

"This has got to be the worst ledger I have ever seen," Carol declares marching out of the room that is now her office.

"I wouldn’t worry yourself about those," Des says confidently.

"For all I know this business could be making a loss with a huge tax bill around the corner," she says.

Des decides to steer the conversation away from that uncomfortable area, "What do you think you were doing with the lad earlier?"

"Oh, don’t you approve?" Carol says evenly.

Des shakes his head, "You went too far. Keeping him naked!"

"It’s against health and safety."

"Oh yeah?" Carol isn't the least intimidated by his paltry threat. "Well he’d better get used to it."

He glances at Darren working naked and winces.

"It’s not right," he says adamantly.

"I do things a little differently than you’re used to," she says gazing at her newly stripped employee.

Darren self-consciously strains over the front of the car trying to reach inside.

He can barely concentrate he's so unnerved by working while completely naked and thinking about those female customers staring at his dick and balls.

He can feel the cold air around his heavy sack and the cold metal when his dick accidentally brushes against the car.

Sweating with anger and sexual frustration, he tries to focus on what he's doing.

Des is embarrassed just looking at him. The idea of being paraded around naked sends a shiver down his spine.

Darren's muscles flex and ripple as he moves around the car working on the engine.

He's suddenly worried about how his arse and dick appear, whether parts of his body are too fat or hairy. He's never had to think about things like this before but now anyone who walks by can look at and judge him.

And he's worrying most of all that he'll accidentally get an erection, especially since he's feeling so turned on by the women's attention earlier.

He leans against the car, hoping that if he does accidentally spring one it'll be hidden from the view of his new boss.

"Keeping HIM naked is just the start," Carol declares ominously.

"Oh?" Des doesn't get her meaning.

"Look Des, I think you should stay behind after work and we’ll go through these books together."

Des tries to quickly think of a come back, something that will assert his authority over the situation. But Carol nods confidently and walks away before he can say anything.

"Shit," he mutters.

"Keep it together mate," he thinks. "We'll think of a way to sort her out. Be smooth."

Later that day when all the mechanics have gone home, Carol comes back to find Des. "This doesn’t look very good does it," she says.

"Don’t worry your little head with rubbish like that," Des says wishing she'd put the damn ledgers away. "The best thing for you to do is be a …a…sleeping partner. Let me manage the place."

"Oh yeah. And go to jail for tax evasion," she says slapping the papers against her hand.

"Eh?" Des says in disbelief.

"That’s where you’re going to end up when this comes out."

Des tenses up and feels a cold sweat cover his body.

"Now then," Carol moves swiftly on. "You saw little Darren earlier. I think he looks rather fetching naked. What do you think?"

Des doesn't even want to think about evaluating what another guy looks like naked. "Eh?"

She gets right in his face in a way that makes him feel threatened.

"I’m going to keep you naked from now on too."

"Don’t try that shit with me," he growls.

Carol grips his clothes commandingly, "Strip!"

"Go on, take all your clothes Off!"

"I think it’s time you learned who’s boss from now on."

Des tries very hard to keep calm, but he feels himself coming close to panic.

He knows it's true she could turn him in to the cops after avoiding his taxes for so long. She's smarter than he thought.

Seeing no other choice, he grudgingly begins removing his jacket.

Carol watches him follow her orders with satisfaction. That put the bastard in his place.

She loved getting innocent young Darren naked, but the satisfaction of watching a fully grown man made to strip off is entirely different.

His fingers clumsily undo his buttons. The garage is terrifyingly silent.

The sexual tension rises as he pulls his shirt off, feeling the cold air on his chest and muscles.

He can feel Carol's eyes on him, watching his every movement.

It's embarrassing that a woman can have the power to make him strip like this. He instinctively wants to fight, but instead trembles weakly.

Carol steps up close to him and he can smell her strong perfume, making him dizzy.

With his hands shaking, he pulls his trousers down.

He feels incredibly angry, but also powerfully aroused by this dominant woman taking him in hand.

"And the rest of it," Carol immediately demands.

Des sees her eyes are glued to his bulge.

It's embarrassing for him, but as he pulls his shorts down he feels an unexpected sensitivity in his groin.

The seconds seem to turn into hours as he feels the pressure from her watching him and his own awareness of his exposure.

His dick becomes more sensitive as he slides his tight pants down.

His aching balls are full of cum.

Des holds his breath as he feels his dick fall out.

He whips his pants down quickly making his dick bounce up.

All his conviction to be stern with her crumbles away now that he's completely exposed and vulnerable to her.

Carol tells him to throw his pants away.

Des is too frightened to do anything but obey her.

"Put your hands behind your head," she orders.

Des is almost paralysed with fear making it hard for him to follow her.

The blood is rushing to his dick and his skin is unbearably sensitive.

Des raises his arms up even though he instinctively wants to cover himself.

Carol walks around him taking her time to look him over completely and enjoy his masculine body.

Des is aware of her eyes trailing on his dick and balls.

"From now on you will do exactly as I say or the tax man will get a little bell from me."

"Understand?" she thunders. "Yes," he says quietly.

"Good. Now get on your knees."

It's like he doesn't even need to think about following her orders, but instantly falls to his knees in front of her.

He reflexively obeys her feeling his knees and hands on the cold, filthy cement floor.

"Kiss my feet," she orders.

She points down at her shoes commandingly.

Des bows his head resisting her authority.

He looks at her feet thinking he could never do something as disgusting and humiliating as that!

"Come on! My shoes have got filthy from this dirty hole! Lick them clean!" Carol says loudly making Des shake with fear.

His skin prickles and his body hair stands on its end leaning down to follow her orders.

He sticks his tongue out to connect with the shiny material of her shoe.

It's feels like he's broken through a barrier to do something that is both exhilarating and terrifying.

He tastes the dirt that's gathered on her shoes from walking outside all day and feels her powerful figure towering over his naked body. He realizes that there is no going back.

A week ago Des never would have believed that he'd be kneeling on the dirty floor of his garage naked and cowering before his new FEMALE boss. He's always held his pride very dear and felt that men are naturally superior. But with her threats to call the taxman and police on him, Des knows he has no option but to obey and serve her as she wishes.

Des rises up from kissing her feet realizing that this woman is seriously kinky.

Although he finds the prospect of continuing to kiss her feet disgusting, he's seen a lot in his time. He thinks it will be no big deal to just suck up his pride and go through the motions to keep her happy.

"Keep kissing them," Carol demands remaining completely cool and in control.

Des holds his breath and lightly touches her shoes with his lips, barely touching them.

"You better keep kissing them you filthy piece of shit!" she demands.

Carol steps away from him, making Des crawl after her in humiliation.

He angrily follows her, his knees painfully scraping against the dirty concrete.

Des can't remember being made to do anything so humiliating in his life. It sickens him that he's being made to do this.

"Come on," Carol remonstrates him.

Des was trying to carefully follow along, but finds he's unable to move over the floor without getting dirty.

Carol walks away without concern for him or her shoes as she walks over the oily, dirty floor.

She smiles with satisfaction watching him scurry over the floor soiling his legs and hands.

"Don't you know how to clean shoes properly?" she says. "Use your tongue!"

She raises her foot expectantly.

He bends down and brings his lips again to her shoes, resisting actually using his tongue with all his might.

But feeling her towering over him he's suddenly afraid that she might kick him in the face if he doesn't comply. In agony, he painfully pushes his tongue out to touch the tip of her shoes.

Carol watches his arse pointed up in the air as he laps tentatively at her shoes.

Though he has tried hard to resist it, the reality of how degrading this is sets in upon him.

He feels his arse parting and his most private parts painfully exposed to her.

"Keep going! You know this is all you're good for," Carol skilfully manipulates him.

Des' muscular arse rises up and down as he crawls after her.

Every painful second feels like it's stretching on forever to him.

He leans down to stick his tongue out, his heightened senses making him feel so painfully alive and aware of everything around him.

Forcing his tongue out to lick her shoes, his stomach begins churning like he'll be sick.

Chasing after her like this he's aware of his pride crumbling.

She stops and stares at this once-confident man who has been so easily reduced to the status of a dog.

His skin prickles from the cold and his heart is racing with emotion.

Des bends down kissing her nylon covered ankles.

The smell of her feet and the oily floor fills his nostrils. He feels enormously low beside her.

Des is on the brink of tears suddenly picturing in his head how pathetic he must look beside her.

Des' body begins to shake from shame and the cold of the concrete he's crawling over.

She makes him follow her relentlessly.

He crawls behind her, his dick and balls vulnerably swinging between his legs.

"Lick them, you lazy bastard," Carol orders.

He brushes his lips over her thigh and down her leg.

This is the most disgusting thing he's ever done and he wants to resist it, but at the same time he's perplexed by the perverse pleasure he begins to feel kissing her leg.

Des follows behind her feeling the cold dirt accumulating on his legs and hands.

The dank smell of the garage and cars is suddenly more powerful to him even though he spends so much time here.

Somehow his sense of everything else in the garage is obliterated. There's only the dirty floor he strenuously crawls across and her feet.

Carol revels in her new power over him seeing how subordinate he’s become.

She presses his head down, encouraging him to go on.

With the slightest touch he responds, licking the top of her shoe.

The warmth and strength of her body is almost comforting compared to the cold, dirty floor, making him want to curl around her protectively.

“This is how I'm always going to keep you,” Carol promises him.

Des follows her even though he feels emotionally broken.

His balls feel heavy between his thighs, weighted down with cum.

He hungrily crawls after her as if hoping for relief.

His arms and legs are covered with filth now.

Seeing this naked grown man sprawled across the floor like this covered in filth, Carol feels close to kicking him into an oily puddle.

He scrambles after her painfully.

She leads him on making him cover himself with dirt and grit.

Her shoes are splattered with mud from the puddles on the floor.

Des follows after her splashing through the dirty water.

The crushing feeling he has is somehow past embarrassment.

Carol is so turned on watching him humiliate himself she wipes her shoes over his clean, muscular back.

She enjoys degrading him while he salivates pathetically all over her stockings.

Des feels his dick and balls tingling in excitement.

Des bends down to kiss her feet.

But she lifts it to rub her shoe over his entire body.

She sneers down upon him.

He feels paralysed beneath her long, powerful leg.

Des feels like he’s been reduced to a dirty beast, trailing after this fragrant woman with his animal desire.

He kisses her feet, tasting the dirt on her shoes.

He bends down while Carol wipes the soles of her feet on him.

While she covers his back with dirt and calls him a piece of scum, he feels like it's actually true.

Carol relishes his raw desire.

She sees his dick is begging for attention.

Des looks up as if for approval, but she only wipes dirt onto his back.

"Stay down," she orders him.

Des begins to lean down again to kiss her shoes.

But Carol raises her foot and presses his head up against the car.

“I’m glad you know your place,” she says triumphantly.

Des moans in pain and breaks out into a sweat.

Having remained so calm and assured while ordering him to follow her, the feeling of power she has over him overwhelms her making her laugh hysterically.

Des strains to hold himself up under her foot and tries not to break down crying.

“Tomorrow I’ll lick the rest of the men in this place into shape,” she promises.

Des has never felt so dirty or low in his entire life.

Carol Leon left a big mark on MacLean's Garage in her first day as owner. Satisfied with the effect of forcing the mechanic Darren to work naked, she has decided to make it a policy for all the mechanics to remain naked - especially after the way they've taken advantage of the female customers.

On the next morning, Carol is greeting two customers who have come for their cars.

Carol asks if she can be any help. "Yes!" Mrs Taylor says angrily.

"I’ve been waiting for my car for 3 months now!"

"Goodness," Carol exclaims. "That's extraordinary."

"I only came in for an MOT," Miss Maxwell complains. "That was 2 weeks ago!"

"I’m ever so sorry Ladies," Carol says graciously. "I’ve just taken over the business. Let’s see if we can sort this out."

"I should hope so," Miss Maxwell says.

"Oh dear, you'd better come with me," Carol says.

"I'm trying to clear up numerous misunderstandings," she tells them.

"Do you remember the name of the mechanics who were dealing with your cars?"

Mrs Taylor searches her memory recalling a very dirty young man.

"I think it's only fair to place the blame where it's due," Carol explains.

"A young man called John," Mrs Taylor suddenly remembers.

"Mark I think mine was," Miss Maxwell replies less certain.

"Ah! Please follow me," Carol invites them.

"Let’s see if we can’t get to the bottom of this," she nods confidently.

The ladies are less certain after all the mistreatment they've been getting dealing with the mechanics.

Nevertheless, she confidently leads them out back.

Entering the locker area the women spot the nude calendar and roll their eyes. "Typical!"

John has just arrived for his shift and is changing into his uniform.

He ponders what’s going to happen to the shop now that Des has lost the business. He wonders if he could convince that new woman to let him be the new gaffer. Then he could really take it easy!

He begins mentally planning out his morning, “Cup of coffee... shoot the shit with Mark... have a smoke... read the paper...”

He’s suddenly caught off guard by that woman walking into the room.

And she’s not alone!

“What is this?” he thinks panicked. "They can't come in here!"

It's that bird who's been harping on to him about her car not being fixed yet.

And she’s got a friend with her.

The women circle around him menacingly and he fearfully looks from one to the other.

He wants to make some wise-arse remark, but somehow he can’t speak.

“John. Mrs Taylor would like her car today,” she says firmly.

“Miss Leon,” John stutters overcome with fear. “I’m…I’m…not dressed.”

The customers look at each other wondering what they should do now.

Carol doesn’t seem to be the least bit bothered by it.

She stares intensely into his eyes and smirks, "Undressed you mean."

“Mrs Taylor our new policy is to keep all the mechanics nude.”

John can’t believe she just said that. Surely she's joking!

But before he can come out with a response Carol grabs at his boxers.

He goes rigid with shock.

The girls look down at his exposed penis and balls and can’t believe their eyes.

His hands instantly snap down over his privates.

He stands totally exposed on the cold, dirty floor feeling his skin suddenly prickle all over.

Carol smiles triumphantly seeing the look of little-boy terror on his face.

The girls are amazed she’s able to handle him so freely.

They admire his lean tattooed physique.

John covers his genitals with his trembling hands wondering how he can pull his shorts back up.

Carol looks at him threateningly like he’s doing something wrong.

“When I say I require all mechanics to be naked...”

“I mean they must be exposed at all times!” she says sternly.

She slaps his hands away from his privates.

The girls’ eyes are instantly drawn to his cock and balls again.

They are very impressed with the way she controls him.

“Now, Mrs Taylor, I think any man who has taken as long as this one has on your car should be punished,” Carol says.

Mrs Taylor is utterly astonished and cannot help but stare at the lad's exposed private parts.

To see this arrogant, sexist lad punished would be wonderful. But how?

“Don’t you agree?” Carol asks.

“Oh yes,” she finally says.

A cold chill runs up John’s spine. What does she mean punishment?

“I quite agree,” Miss Maxwell nods eagerly.

They look at each other thinking, ‘Surely all these pig-headed mechanics deserve punishment!’

John looks down meekly, wanting badly to cover himself but is too frightened to move.

The women feel delighted with this new power change.

Mrs Taylor and Miss Maxwell are stunned but delighted with the change in policy at this garage filled with arrogant young men. Without saying anything more, Carol leads the naked mechanic out from the back into the open space of the depot. The girls follow curiously and are astounded to see her pull the grown man over her knee like a naughty child.

John falls over her knees with his hairy bum pointing straight up in the air and his cock and balls dangling between his thighs.

He is shocked being handled so roughly by this woman, but he doesn't want to do anything to upset his new boss.

Carol freely grabs hold of his arse and examines him.

She spreads apart his cheeks to reveal the tender little hole for the female customers to see.

John grits his teeth feeling crushed that she'd so easily put on display the most secret, vulnerable part of his body.

Carol raises her hand high and gives him a sharp slap on his bottom.

John is stunned feeling her spank him like a kid.

Carol slaps him again and again.

"Who does she think she is?" he thinks angrily.

She tugs on his hair, letting him know he better stay in place and smacks his little bare bottom.

The unmistakable spanking sound fills the large empty space of the garage.

Carol smiles feeling the naked man in her lap shaking with frustration at being put into this humiliating position.

She likes the feel of him lying vulnerably across her lap while she smacks his fleshy young cheeks.

John's burning with shame, his face reddening in anger.

"This is what lazy mechanics deserve," Carol says delivering a big slap to his cheeks.

She hits his bottom again and again so hard he can really feel the pressure on his tender arsehole.

"Argh!" John whines in frustration.

The lady customers watch in amazement as the muscular man is treated like a disobedient little brat.

They never realized men could be handled with such power. They find the idea incredibly exciting.

Carol gathers up a big handful of his hair so she can keep a better grip on him.

John grunts angrily feeling his long hair being pulled.

"Are you sorry for taking so long on Mrs Taylor’s car?" Carol demands.

She emphasizes her question with hard smacks to both his arse cheeks.

Suddenly Mrs Taylor reaches down and smacks his arse too. "Are you?" she adds.

"Yes," he says clenching his teeth and struggling to maintain his dignity.

Carol hits him again hard enough to make his arse sting.

"Yes!" he shouts.

Carol smiles, pleased at her progress and continues whacking his arse.

Mrs Taylor is eager to join in giving his bottom a good smack herself.

The women stare down at the naked man who is whimpering now with each firm blow Carol delivers to his bare bottom.

"Well...?" Carol demands spanking him harder.

"What do we say to customers when their cars aren't fixed on time?"

She pulls on his hair and smacks his buttocks that are quickly turning pink.

"I'm sorry," he grunts, his body shuddering from the strain of it all.

"I'm sorry madam!" Carol corrects him giving him another slap.

Mrs Taylor enthusiastically reaches down to add her own slaps.

Carol thinks it's a good idea to hand him over to the customer now so she can deliver her own punishment.

Mrs Taylor tips him over her skirt and wails on his arse without restraint.

She loves the feeling of having this entire man's body fully under her control to punish him as much as he deserves.

His cheeks are smarting now from repeated smacks and it's really starting to feel painful.

She hits him harder giving them a rosy glow.

John thought he could take being put into such a demeaning position, but he's beginning to find it very difficult to take now.

Miss Maxwell gathers up the profuse amount of hair on his head and pulls it back to get a good look at him.

"You are to address female customers with respect!" she instructs him.

"Yes madam," John whines hoarsely.

Mrs Taylor continues spanking him making sure he really understands.

His body jerks on her lap, resistant to the constant beating his arse is getting.

"Please..." John splutters. "I'm sorry madam."

Mrs Taylor doesn't answer him but hits his arse again and again.

His cheeks are stinging and warm from the continuous blows.

Mrs Taylor finds it unexpectedly invigorating delivering such a hands on punishment to the squirming man on her lap.

She wonders if this is the treatment she ought to give to her husband from now on when he disobeys her.

"When will it be fixed?" she shouts.

"Ah!" John exclaims feeling a hard smack. "Today!"

She reaches high and hits him right where his cheek is turning red.

"Today! I’ll finish it today!" he squeals.

“That’s right!” she says happily.

“I swear madam! It’ll be today!”

He shakes helplessly under Mrs Taylor’s relentless blows.

The women are having too much fun taking his stripped body in hand to stop now.

Mrs Taylor smacks his arse faster making him squirm on her lap.

John cries out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer.

His arse is burning and his entire body aches from being stretched over the women’s laps.

The veins of his muscles are bulging as he tries to fight against the pain.

The women want to hear him whine in pain and admit he can’t take it.

Mrs Taylor hits him so hard he involuntarily cries out.

She smacks him again making his skin smart.

John’s body is wracked with pain and he’s struggling to catch his breath.

“Now. Get on with fixing Mrs Taylor’s car,” Carol instructs him pulling him up by the hair.

“Agh!” John exclaims feeling his hair pulled. “Yes madam.”

He painfully rises up with his warm bottom stinging.

He feels so exhausted and embarrassed he just wants to fall down and curl up at the women’s feet.

But he doesn’t want to rouse their anger again.

A thousand tiny pinpricks of pain cover his bare skin as he straightens up.

He rubs his aching bottom and breathes in sharply.

John is wracked with shame. First having his clothes confiscated and now spanked over the knees of these damn women.

Every time he sits down for the rest of the week the pain will remind him of this. He hasn’t received a beating like this since he was four years old.

“Off with you!” Carol commands him. “And send Mark to see us.”

John awkwardly shuffles away, his man's parts wiggling, finding it difficult to walk with his arse throbbing.

He’s very quiet after getting such treatment. His pride has been completely smothered.

“You see what a little discipline does?” Carol nods watching him walk slowly away.

The girls laugh seeing him pathetically rubbing his little red bottom while he leaves. They’ve certainly learned how important it is to put men in their place.

The men of the garage clearly haven't learnt their lesson about the proper way to treat their female customers yet. They need to be taught one by one the right way to behave. And at the same time the female customers are having the time of their lives getting revenge on the arses of these rude mechanics.

Mark is disconcerted by the stern stares of the women as he enters the garage.

John said that they needed him for something, but they don't say anything. He knows this older woman has been making some weird changes, but he's determined to not let it effect him.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Carol demands.

Mark has no idea what she's on about. "Meaning of what?" he mumbles.

"Don’t you know that from now on all the men who work here must be naked?"

Mark is dumbfounded. There's no way a woman can make him do this at work, whether she owns the place or not. "You've got to be joking, darling." he says stupidly.

"Care to help me show him we're not joking?" Carol says wryly to the girls.

Mark just shrugs and stands there defiantly. He does what he wants in his own time and no one is going to change that.

The women leap up and snatch at his coveralls.

Before he can put a stop to it they tear them down his body.

He's never seen women so aggressively come after a man like this and doesn't know how to react.

They nearly make him trip over pulling the coveralls around his ankles.

He reaches to stop Mrs Taylor and Miss Maxwell from yanking his pants down as well.

But Carol throws him off balance pulling the dirty coveralls out from under him.

He's shocked to feel his thick penis and balls fall out of his pants.

The women act like its their natural right to peel his clothes off anytime they want.

Carol steadies his flailing arms to let the ladies pull his pants off completely.

Miss Maxwell yanks them off with such power that he almost falls over.

Mark is startled they are so aggressive, but he doesn't want to lose his cool.

"Now. Remember Miss Maxwell’s car?" "Yes?" Mark says insolently.

Carol turns him around and marches him over to a delivery car.

"Up on the bonnet you lazy bastard," she orders him.

Mark decides to do what she says because he doesn't want to lose his job, but he's not going to apologize for anything.

The women circle around him as he climbs up.

He can't believe he's crawling naked on the dirty bonnet in front of this group of women.

Carol commands him to turn around and face them.

"All the way back," she says menacingly slapping a wooden paddle against her hand.

She impatiently grabs his leg and lifts it up.

Mark suddenly feels uncomfortable and out of control of the situation seeing the three women staring down at him.

Miss Maxwell grabs one of his legs too and they pull them up.

"Stay down," Carol says sternly holding his ankle.

The women laugh seeing his arse and balls spread out so fully on the filthy car.

"Look at that dirty little hole," Carol says to the girls.

"Think you're such a tough lad? Well, you're just a ugly hairy beast!"

Mark winces. No one has ever spoken to him like that before.

"He doesn't look so tough with his furry little man pussy spread," Carol snickers.

"We're going smack your shit hole so hard you'll be begging for mercy!" Carol promises him.

Mrs Taylor and Miss Maxwell laughs with delight seeing him so brutally put in his place.

"Hey c'mon," Mark says uncomfortably.

He pumps his legs trying to release himself from their intimidating grip.

But the women hold his legs steady making sure that his cheeks are fully on display and in position.

"Don't move a muscle," Carol warns him.

"Miss Maxwell," Carol says handing her the paddle. "Please repay him for the inconvenience he's caused you."

Miss Maxwell is only too happy to have a crack at giving his unguarded arse a good hard smack.

Mark braces himself determined not to show any emotion.

But the hard paddle smacking his sensitive flesh and bone makes him cry out loud.

Seeing Mark wriggle uncomfortably on the car and turn really afraid of her only makes her want to hit him more.

Mark screams out and kicks his legs which the women hold firm. "Are you sorry now?" Miss Maxwell demands.

"Ah!" Mark replies desperately grappling in place but all the women's hands make him remain where he is.

Miss Maxwell swings the paddle down again aiming straight for the vulnerable pink hole between his cheeks.

"Stop!" Mark pleads.

The paddle hits his arse again with a sharp crack.

"Am I hurting your little bum hole?" Miss Maxwell says.

Mark moans in pain feeling her smack his arse with even more power.

It feels suddenly overwhelming seeing all the women around him staring down at him with his most vulnerable parts exposed for their attentions.

"The harder the better!" Mrs Taylor says staring directly in Mark's face. "This fucking cocksucker needs a hard whacking!"

The paddle lands on his arse again and sends bolts of pain shooting through his body.

Mark's breathing speeds up and he grits his teeth trying to fight against the pain and gnawing humiliation of it all.

“Oh do you want to cry, little man?” Mrs Taylor coos.

“He’s not a man,” Carol says taking the paddle. “He’s a pathetic pussy boy!”

Mark sees her stern eyes looking down upon him as she mercilessly swings the paddle high up in the air.

Carol smacks his arse cheeks again and again as hard as she can.

Mrs Taylor and Miss Maxwell push his legs back relishing the look of shock on his face.

Each blow from the paddle makes him yell louder.

Mark feels incredibly low and dirty being so thoroughly insulted.

“Please!” Mark cries seeing the paddle come hurtling toward his arse again.

But his pleading only seems to incense Carol more making her want to turn his cheeks bright red.

“I’m going to make your dirty hole so sore!” Carol promises.

The ladies excitedly watch him squirm in pain over the bonnet of the car.

“No!” Mark whines feeling his spirit being totally crushed.

Carol shows him no mercy making his arse burn with pain.

Mark realizes how small and helpless he is beneath the strength of these strong, feminine women.

Even after forcing the former boss to crawl naked over the dirty floor licking her shoes and administering severe spankings to two indolent employees, Carol thinks the men of the garage still haven’t sufficiently learned their lesson. She invites the cheated female customers to join her for a special display of the mechanics’ real abilities.

Mrs Taylor is delighted walking back into the garage to see all the mechanics uniformly lined up. The spanking she and Miss Maxwell administered earlier must have taught them how to be more docile.

The women laugh at the startling sight of a line of muscular naked men in the middle of the garage. "Carol wasn't kidding when she said naked at all times, was she?" Kay says.

Earlier Carol gave all the men strict orders to remain standing there naked until she returned. Even as the female customers returned to the garage they stood in place, completely naked and exposed.

It's a strange new sensation for the women to not only having permission to look at naked men, but being encouraged to look at a group of them to compare and enjoy them.

Mark arrogantly stares back at the women, thinking that he can counter the embarrassing fact of his nudity by not showing any emotion. But he feels so vulnerable and exposed that it's hard to keep his nerve.

Carol is incredibly excited to have an audience for her new group of naked employees.

“Thank you ladies for coming to witness this,” she says cordially.

She hasn’t told the men anything about why they are doing this. After the kind of treatment they’ve received so far they think she could have anything in mind!

“I’ve decided that this business is over manned,” she continues.

She casually walks past the men, taking time to survey each of their bodies and daring them to defy her authority.

It makes the men feel sick that they have to submit to standing here naked for as long as Carol wants. Especially watching her eye them up and down so closely. Her sharp heels clatter along the filthy concrete floor.

“One of these little wankers will be sacked. I’ve decided the only fair way to do this is to have a wanking competition,” Carol declares with delight, relishing the stricken look on their faces.

“Wanking competition? What the fuck?!” the guys think panicked.

“Whoever ejaculates last will be fired,” she announces loudly.

The women are amazed Carol is taking it this far. Surely there are labour laws which won’t allow this! But it will be a wonderful sight.

The men try to digest this information while Carol strides past them with an air of grave authority, almost brushing against their exposed dicks as she does so.

She’s obviously a woman who doesn’t take kindly to being contradicted. They instinctually want to rebel against her and tell her to fuck herself.

But they remember that she is the boss now. No matter what they say she is the one who decides whether they stay or go.

Staring at Carol with the group of women who were previously at their mercy, they realize with terrible clarity that the women are the ones with all the power now.

“On your marks fellas....” Carol begins.

Mark looks around in confusion. He wants to halt everything and scream “Wait!” so he can think this out some more. Des can't believe they are expected to instantly begin wanking on command!

“GO!!!”

Darren and John grab their dicks and smile trying to show Carol how compliant they are. They don’t want to do anything to risk losing their job.

Des isn’t so easily won over. He stares coolly at Carol giving her his most hard-arsed look and hoping his work mates will rally behind him in protest.

But it has no effect when he is the one standing there stark naked and vulnerable. The women won’t be intimidated by any mean expression he can conjure.

Mark sighs angrily and swallows his male pride. He grabs his cock and begins rubbing it up and down. Des is left standing there on his own with his hands at his sides.

The women stare with pleasure at the men stroking their dicks, enjoying the opportunity to watch the boys bring themselves off for no reason other than to please them.

Des sees that both Mark and John have begun and realizes that he has no choice but to follow her orders or he'll be out on his arse.

He humbly takes his cock in his hand.

He thinks in a panic that after losing ownership of the garage he can't also lose his job. Imagining the consequences where he'll also lose his house and car he desperately strokes his dick wanting to get off before the other guys.

Darren strokes his dick feeling confused about how things work in jobs like this. Is this how decisions about whether people are fired or not are normally made?

He looks at Des who has begun to jerk off too and thinks how much he looked up to him when he first started working here.

Now he has to compete against and beat him otherwise he's going to be out of a job!

The competitive spirit in him rises up. He's determined to make his dick harder than the other guys and cum loads before any of them.

Through his embarrassment he feels a mounting sexual desire seeing how the women watch him stroke his cock.

Mrs Taylor stares at Mark stroking his dick thinking what a forbidden treat this is getting to enjoy the filthy man that she and Miss Maxwell have tamed shooting his load on the dirty floor.

The men’s hearts beat quickly looking at the women watching them. They imagine all the dirty thoughts the girls must be having about fucking them while they stare at their hard cocks.

Never in the women's wildest fantasies would they imagine they'd get to witness four horny mechanics all together stroking their dicks with their hairy balls full of cum.

Mandy and Kay look at the other girls. They can't believe they are getting away with this!

The two girls begin laughing in excitement knowing they have permission to watch these guys wank their hard dicks till they ejaculate all over the garage.

The men's sense of panic increases knowing that they not only have to bring themselves to orgasm, but have to beat each other to it!

Mrs Taylor eyes up Mark's tender pink cock willing him to stroke it to orgasm just for her.

He squeezes his cock feeling it stiffen in his hand under the ladies' gaze.

He stares at Mrs Taylor's body and how she's looking at him. He wants to prove himself and show what a big man he is, capable of satisfying a beautiful girl like her.

This is exactly the kind of opportunity he always wanted with women like this, but in no other circumstances could he do something like this. The feeling of actually physically doing it is almost too intense.

Carol grins like a cheshire cat. It’s driving the guys crazy that this woman is watching them so serenely when inside they feel like cauldrons of churning emotions.

John smiles at Carol. He can't wait to shoot his load for her and keep his job. "Screw fixing cars. Maybe she'll have me wank for her in her office every day!" he thinks.

The number of times he's wanked in the grubby garage toilets thinking about the foxy chicks who come in here with their cars. Now he gets to do it while they supervise!

The end of his dick is rock hard just thinking about all these women spanking his bare arse.

The more erect and aroused he becomes the more exposed he is for the women to gaup at.

The sound of 4 dicks being desperately pulled makes the boys all feel ashamed and wish they could hide but they dare not risk the consequences.

The sight and sound of the lads looking so naked and stupid finally gets the better of the girls and they burst out laughing.

Mark feels the heat of shame and anger rising in him but knows he has to continue debasing himself for the girls' entertainment. John, on the other hand, enjoys seeing the girls laugh even if it is at his expense.

“No wonder they take so long fixing cars.” Mandy jokes.

Everytime they turn to look at the boys pumping their cocks they get fits of giggles.

"You've got a garage full of wankers Carol!"

Des has never been so fucking humiliated. He tries to smile but he knows his degradation won't end until he pathetically shoots his sperm onto the filthy floor.

Darren cringes hearing them laugh at him and his dick.

But he keeps pumping his cock hard, feeling the tight foreskin rubbing over his sensitive head.

“Look at that young one's big black dick!” Mrs Taylor exclaims

"Make sure you get him to work on MY car next time Carol. I think I need a house call!"

The men uncomfortably stroke their dicks listening to the women openly compare them.

Here they are, a line of strong muscular men now reduced to naked sexual playthings.

Darren nervously keeps an eye on the others. He'll do anything he can not to lose this.

The young lad pumps his cock like a dog on heat.

Back and forth he pulls his young foreskin.

Des doesn’t want the lad to beat him. This was once HIS business and now he has to openly wank just to keep a job.

“There’s no way I’m fucking losing it all now,” he thinks furiously jacking his cock.

They all know that ultimately its in the women’s hands what will happen to them so they each struggle to look more impressive than any of their rivals.

Mrs Taylor never imagined she would get to watch four strong, healthy young men all striving to unload their balls.

Watching so many muscles all pumping in unison and cocks full and eager to explode is an incredible turn on for them.

Des thinks he can outsmart the other lads and grins at Carol trying to win her over.

Mandy & Kay stifle a laugh watching the man who tried to swindle them now naked, wanking and grinning like a fool.

But they cannot help bursting out laughing at the absurd spectacle.

All the women are thoroughly enjoying witnessing these macho mechanics put well and truly in their place.

John is no longer smiling. He's accepted his new position at Carol's beck and call.

He concentrates on obediantly ejaculating for the women in full knowledge they aren't above giving the naked lad a sound thrashing.

His cock is fit to bursting.

Mark stares at each of the women, looking up their legs, how their breasts push against their clothes and here is the macho stud pulling his prick openly for them.

He angrily squeezes his cock determined to show them all what a big fucking stud he is.

John quickly works on his cock. There's no way he's going to let Mark shoot his load first. He can't wait to see the girls' reaction.

Carol surveys all the jerking men and sees that some are getting close. They’ve been so easily reduced to a group of sexual slaves competing for her favour.

"This hairy one looks like he going to lose it any second now" points out Mrs Taylor casually "What do you say we take a closer look Mandy?" smiles Kay

The girls aren't going to miss this for the World. Mark smiles sheepishly feeling his balls beginning to pump his hot sperm.

Every inch closer the women come to him his rampant cock responds.

"Fuck me! I'm in fucking Heaven!" he thinks as his cock is right on the edge and sees all the girls about to grope and fondle him.

The men of the garage never ever thought they'd be driven to this! Made to line up naked in front of their female customers by the new boss. Each of them desperately jerks his dick knowing if he comes last he'll be fired and out on his arse!

The women circle around Mark like he now belongs to them, craving to see him work his hairy, sweaty body till he spills his hot cum all over the dirty floor.

Feeling each of their hands reach out for his muscular body and their clothes brush against him sends new sensations of pleasure shooting through his hard dick.

Miss Maxwell can see by the strained expression on his face how much he needs to come.

It's an incredible turn on watching him pump his cock so close. He's the type of roguishly handsome man she sees casually every day.

“This is fucking incredible!” Mark thinks feeling the girls all around him.

He can feel their eager hands and eyes all over every inch of his body.

Every dirty thought he’s ever had about the female customers runs through his mind.

The sensation of actually jerking off while all of them watch with delight is better than any fantasy he’s had.

He squeezes his hard dick and every muscle in his body goes rigid feeling himself completely under the control of the wilful crowd of girls.

The hot sperm rushes up through his dick exploding out before their eyes.

The women are astonished seeing him empty his balls in a frenzy, having never experienced anything like it before.

The cum shoots past the women’s eyes and they feel the thrill of watching him do something so dirty and forbidden.

Miss Maxwell lightly scrapes her nails up the inside of his thick muscular thigh watching him pump his hard cock.

It’s incredible for the women to be able to watch this filthy man in his complete natural state.

“Shoot that fucking load for ME,” Mrs Taylor says commandingly into his ear.

Feeling her soft body against his back and her warm breath in his ear drives Mark through the roof, intensifying his orgasm.

Mark feels like the biggest stud having the girls crowded excitedly all around him and knowing that he was the one to come before anyone else.

Miss Maxwell gasps watching another perfect line of pearly cum shoot out of his dick.

The women are mesmerized never having imagined that something like this could take place in some place as ordinary as a garage.

The unexpected pleasure of watching the horny young mechanic spill his load is driving them to ecstasy.

Mark thrusts his crotch out feeling another wave of cum rising up through his dick.

“Yeah look at my hard cock ladies!” he thinks stroking it like a maniac.

“You like doing that, don’t you? Filthy wanker!” Mrs Taylor whispers in his ear and squeezes his shoulders.

Miss Maxwell caresses his body, enjoying the way his muscles strain as he ejaculates in front of her face.

Carol looks him in the face seeing how intensely he enjoys displaying himself and coming for them.

“You’re going to do this every day for me,” she promises running her hand down the ridged muscles of his stomach.

She feels proud she made him do this so all the women could see.

He obediently jerks his sensitive cock listening to his boss, unable to look her in the face.

The women begin to laugh at the sheer dirty pleasure they’ve got from watching this lad get off.

“Oh my god!” Miss Maxwell thinks. “The floor is covered in cum!”

He squeezes his aching dick making the thick cum run over his fingers.

That was the most powerful orgasm he ever had!

“I want you to do that for every woman who has had to wait for her car,” Carol says stroking his dark chest hair.

Mark rubs his swollen pink cock hoping that he’ll be able to.

Thinking about doing this every day of his life fills him with excitement.

“That was well worth the wait!” Kay says to Mandy.

“Sorry ladies, but this one is all mine to spank and wank,” Miss Maxwell says stroking his thigh.

“Don’t wank unless it’s on the job,” Carol says.

Mark nods and slowly strokes his still-leaking dick. If he's allowed to do this again he'll do whatever these women say.

“I don’t want you wasting that precious spunk somewhere else.”

Mark smiles thinking how he’s living every lad’s dream.

“Now clean yourself up and get back to work," Carol says.

Now that the women have made Mark drain his balls in front of their eyes, the pressure is building for the other three mechanics. Standing stark naked in the middle of the dirty floor the lads desperately tug on their hard dicks painfully aware of the women scrutinizing every inch of their bodies. Each of them are haunted by the knowledge that if he doesn't come soon he'll be out of a job and out on his naked arse.

Darren feels his whole body tensing and his young dick hardening while the women observe him. The experience of masturbating in front of a group of women is like nothing he's ever had before.

Des tries to block out the women's judgemental stares, but he can't stop his eyes from flitting up to see them standing in a stern row in front of him.

The intensity of being watched so closely and knowing they are competing makes their dicks harder and their entire bodies itch with the desire to ejaculate.

Des knows that this isn't just a competition to keep their jobs but also prove who is the biggest man out of them all.

Kay laughs seeing the man who tried to rip her off desperately pulling on his dick to save his job. "Just look at these wankers now Mandy!"

Having crawled through dirt and kissed Carol's shoes Des isn't going to let the constant stream of bitchy comments stop him now. Humiliating as it is he pulls his dick with all his might.

Now that they've got a taste of what it's like to make a strange man come the women feel a lustful need to see more macho sperm spilt for them.

Deep down the men all want the women to touch their bodies and stroke their full sensitive balls, but so far the girls coolly stand there observing them with authority.

“Shall we take a closer look?” Kay says looking down the line of them and trying to choose who she wants to go to first.

Des hungrily looks at the women while stroking his dick and confidently thinks they won’t be able to resist him.

Mrs Taylor says, “How about this big hairy one here?”

“Look at all those tattoos,” Kay laughs. “I reckon he thinks he's a really hard lad.”

Mandy can't help but smirk, enjoying how they have John right under their thumb willingly degrading himself for them. They huddle around him stroking his muscles and hairy chest.

“Look at him. He‘s huffing like an animal!” Kay says kneeling to inspect his hard dick close up.

John breathes quickly feeling the women surround him closely and touch his body making his dick rock hard.

He grips his cock and jerks it hard feeling his entire body shudder as the cum rushes up his dick.

Kay burst out laughing as his cum shoots out all over the floor. The sight is so surprising and erotic.

The women feverishly stroke his body watching him overcome with excitement and unable to stop himself from pumping his dick more.

All the women sigh loudly as the hot wet seed spills over his hands.

Feeling these women going wild watching him shoot makes his orgasm even more intense.

Seeing John overcome by his orgasm and completely vulnerable is such a turn on,

his naked body trapped between them after the tough way he was talking to them earlier.

He pants and strokes his dick as fast as he can feeling more cum rush out of his dick before the women’s delighted eyes.

Miss Maxwell is astonished by the power with which he’s ejaculating and how hard he’s gripping his throbbing dick.

“Keep going you filthy pervert,” Carol says rubbing his chest.

John can’t believe there are five women supervising him as he masturbates in front of them.

It feels so good having them all around him, the sense of being the centre of attention as he shoots is mindblowing.

Miss Maxwell watches the cum rush out of his dick.

It’s like everything is speeding up in the excitement of it all watching John’s large masculine body twitching and jerking next to her.

“Oh my god! There’s so much of it,” Mandy laughs watching it flood out of his cock onto the filthy floor.

“You dirty boy!”

She grips his thigh overcome by the huge spray of cum landing next to her.

Even though he masturbates three times a day, performing for an audience like this makes jerking off a thousand times better than normal.

Miss Maxwell grins slyly watching the puddles of John's sperm, enjoying the power the women have over him.

Miss Maxwell finds it so sexy seeing him driven crazy and made to do this.

“Looks like he can go on forever,” Mrs Taylor says smiling and hungrily peering over his shoulder.

John moans and squeezes up on his cock.

The hot cum drips down his fist.

Carol scrapes her nails along his stomach, excited that she’s able to make him do this for all the other women.

They selfishly paw at his naked body, enjoying the expression of sexual excitement on his face.

John keeps pumping his dick making ever more spunk pour out.

It’s like he can see himself in the middle of all these sex crazed women coming before all their eyes and its the most incredible thing in the world.

“Empty out all that thick hot cum!” Carol urges him.

Hearing and feeling them push him on makes John instantly comply.

The women watch his cum spill onto the floor completely enthralled.

“So tasty,” Miss Maxwell says stroking his hairy thigh.

The women laugh excitedly seeing him standing there guiltily holding his dripping dick.

“Look at what you did!” Carol says teasingly.

John feels himself going weak like he’s just run a marathon.

Miss Maxwell smirks taking such pleasure in handling this big naked man.

All the women laugh at him.

“This is the way it’s going to be from now on,” Carol says.

Still dizzy from the intensity of his orgasm John tries to imagine this becoming a daily routine.

He’ll gladly show off his body and hard dick for any women who want to watch him.

“I think the silly wanker likes the idea!” Miss Maxwell says.

The women laugh and take another look at his dripping hard cock.

“Yeah,” John says slowly stroking his cock to get out the last dregs of cum.

“He admits it!” Mrs Taylor gasps. “You really are just a big wanker, aren’t you?!”

“Yeah, I’m a wanker,” he says.

John always thought that showing off and acting really macho would get him more action.

But feeling the women laugh and hungrily claw at his body makes him understand how much sexier it can be submitting to whatever women want him to do.

He’s going to be rushing to the garage every morning from now on, his dick already erect thinking about performing naked for any woman that walks in the door.

Mandy and Kay are grinning ecstatically at the unimpeded display of pumping male flesh they have to view. It's a new pleasure for them that they already want to repeat.

Carol stares commandingly at her men desperately stroking their hard cocks. She is filled with the feeling of having complete control while she doesn't have to do anything but simply sit and watch the show.

Mrs Taylor sees that young Darren is jerking off as if this is the first time he's ever done it in his life.

It's like he hardly knows what to do with his big thick cock, but only understands that he wants to relieve his balls.

The women enjoy the sight of the men lined up, seeing how an exhausted Mark and John are waiting with their emptied hard cocks still straining upward.

Des and Darren furiously stroke in unison feeling the women's eyes burrowing into them.

Des' hard balls are drawn up in their sack feeling the pressure of his total exposure and the women's expectation.

Darren feels his entire body put on show, every inch of his skin laid out for the women to enjoy. His tight young foreskin covers the sensitive head of his dick while he pumps it.

Des glances at his opponent wondering who this cocky young fuck thinks he is?

Darren still finds his own body a total mystery. Without even thinking about it his dick went hard in response to the sensation of being on show for the ladies.

Now he's pumping his dick as if his life depends on it out of some deep primal, animal need to get himself off.

Darren's entire body is working in unison with his fist like he's on the brink of losing control.

Des worriedly sees that Darren is really going for it. He feels himself sliding towards his inevitable state of defeat at a phenomenal speed.

He makes a last minute desperate effort to bring himself off in front of the enthralled group of ladies.

But Darren moans loudly, dangerously on the edge of losing the contents of his balls at any second.

The women see every muscle straining in Darren's body and by the look of concentration on his face that he's on the brink of orgasm.

Carol calmly struts up to the sweating muscular lad.

All the women rush around him eager to watch the boy spill his balls right in front of their eyes.

The sensation of hitting orgasm is hugely intensified feeling the women crowd around him, their warm expectant hands exploring every inch of his flesh.

Miss Maxwell excitedly watches what she imagines boys like Darren doing all the time in the privacy of their bedrooms.

She watches the foreskin rubbing over the thick excited head of his cock making his spunk fly in front of her eyes.

Darren groans feeling the powerful release after being sexually teased by these women ever since Carol arrived.

Carol and Mrs Taylor are enthralled by his cock as he milks it completely for them.

Kay rushes over laughing, "Is he shooting his sperm? I want to see!"

Darren feels light and helpless between the women emptying all the cum out of his balls.

He hears the ladies' excited sighs around him as they peer closely at his raging hard cock.

"That's right! Empty your balls engine boy!" Carol commands digging her nails into his side.

The sensation of coming while they watch him is amazing.

His chest and muscles expand as he pumps his dick, rushing to catch his breath in the excitement of it.

He imagines all the women gawking at his arse and dick as he bent over the car earlier.

Now here he is actually ejaculating in front of them and all his co-workers, yanking his dick like a crazed animal.

Miss Maxwell strokes his thigh overcome with desire for the horny immature lad.

His cum shoots out all over under Darren's frantic strokes.

It's satisfying for Miss Maxwell being able to selfishly watch this gorgeous young stud wank without caring the least about what he's feeling.

He's filled with so much raw, pulsing energy it looks like he could go on all afternoon.

"You filthy little wanker," Carol cries squeezing his ample arm muscles.

Waves of pearly cum fly from his dick to the women's extreme pleasure.

He pumps his cock obediently under the women's command, feeling more alive than ever.

Miss Maxwell stands up feeling a hungry need for the naked boy.

She possessively rubs her hands all over his body.

Darren sharply sucks in a breath and strokes his dick harder feeling Miss Maxwell dig her nails into his muscular thigh.

"Well done stud," Carol says. "You get to keep your job."

Suddenly a wave of pride washes over Darren. He feels like the biggest fucking man on earth holding out his raging hard on for a group of beautiful excited women.

This is a memory he's going to treasure and think about over and over for years.

He pumps the last dregs of cum out of his swelled dick while the women laugh with unrestrained delight and caress his tired body.

Miss Maxwell drops down beside him admiring every part of his young athletic body.

She knows this dirty slut would wank off for her any time she wants after the desperate performance he just gave.

"Looks like there's plenty more where that came from!" Carol says peering down at his hard angry cock.

"Ugh! What a filthy mess he's made on the floor," Mrs Taylor exclaims.

"Oh don't worry," Carol says. "He'll clean it up later."

"It's disgusting how much of that stuff you boys make," Mrs Taylor says harshly.

"What do you want to bet his sheets at home are crusty with the stuff?" Kay says.

Darren shuts his eyes in deep shame.

"The only thing to do is make him regularly ejaculate in a situation like this," Kay suggests excitedly.

"How often would that be?" Mrs Taylor asks.

"Oh every other day," Kay muses stroking his naked body.

"Actually on closer look a guy this young probably needs to empty his balls three times a day! I'd be happy to supervise him myself!"

"Quite right!" Carol agrees applauding the sentiment.

Darren smiles with pleasure imagining being made to do this more than once a day!

Kay is extremely excited by the idea of having her own personal mechanic, especially one she can regularly milk like this sexy boy.

The ladies have made all the dim-witted, naked mechanics to spill their seed on the dirty garage floor. All except proud ex-owner Des who is finding the pressure to compete and wank to save his job too much. The demanding selfish women crowd around him unwilling to let him get away without stroking his big hard cock for their pleasure.

"Come on you worthless piece of shit," Carol demands. "Come for us!"

"Doesn't it make you hot standing there naked with all of us watching you?" Miss Maxwell teases.

Des' heart is racing feeling all the women around him, egging him on and making his cock grow harder with their prying hands all over him.

He squeezes his balls feeling how sensitive and full they are being watched by the women.

The women smile and stare at his body enjoying the ultimate control they have over him.

"I wonder if the big boss will give us the biggest load of spunk?" Miss Maxwell says.

"He looks like he's been wanting to shoot it all afternoon," Kay laughs.

"Just look at how desperately he's touching himself!"

"Isn't that right? You're desperate to shoot it aren't you?" Kay says aggressively.

Des nods wordlessly feeling the enormous pressure on all sides from the women.

He squeezes the base of his dick and strokes it feeling the women watch his every movement.

Des feels every inch of his skin being stroked and fondled by the group of ravenous women.

Carol and Mrs Taylor share a smile enjoying the fact this muscular young man is theirs to fondle while he jerks off.

The women eye his full balls waiting for him to shoot.

Des is like a horny little boy uncontrollably pumping his cock like crazy.

He can't believe how these aroused women are all around willing him to come.

He closes his eyes hearing their soft moans and smelling their strong perfume.

The women can see how excited and frustrated he is.

"I want to see his whole body as he loses control and shoots," Mrs Taylor says.

"Yes, let's stand back to enjoy the show ladies," Carol agrees.

The girls giggle mischievously and leave Des standing in the middle of the floor wanking.

The women are mesmerized by the way all the muscles in his body strain and pump in an effort to relieve his balls.

Miss Maxwell thinks how men are all really the same - all they want to do is ejaculate.

Des moans and strokes his dick hard making all the women sigh excitedly and encourage him on.

Carol smiles thinking how she just met this man yesterday. Now she owns his livelihood and has the power to make him wank for her on command.

Des stares at the women mystified how he got to the point where he’s stark naked and on show.

“That’s right you sorry gambler,” Carol laughs. “Show us what you’ve got!”

Miss Maxwell enjoys the stricken look of panic on his face.

Des obeys Carol stroking his hard dick for all he’s worth.

Mrs Taylor loves the way his dick is straining, ready to shoot his load just for her.

It feels like every pore on his body is on show for them as he pumps his meat.

Mrs Taylor is knocked breathless at the sight of his fit masculine body working away.

The ripe, sensitive head of his cock is straining to be stimulated.

Miss Maxwell wants to savour this moment of unrestrained pleasure where she can take in his naked body.

Des sees them all staring intently at him, willing him on and making him want to shoot his load all over the floor shouting “Fuck yeah!”

Carol relishes the fact she can enjoy his show without Des knowing at all what’s going to happen to him next.

He puts pressure on the sensitive area beneath his balls, almost unable to take the intense stares of the women.

Mrs Taylor smiles wickedly seeing him panting on the edge.

Des groans loudly, pumping his cock wildly.

Every muscle in his body is straining to make himself come in front of the group of women.

Miss Maxwell is astounded by the powerful spray of come flying across the floor.

Des moans feeling his entire body come alive.

“Empty your balls boy!” Carol and the other women cheer him on.

They enthusiastically applaud the man they’ve driven wild.

They have an amazing sense of triumph and power over him.

He feels like an animal the women have trained.

The group of women pressure him to go on chanting for him to wank.

Carol laughs, savouring the sight of his dick shooting all over the floor.

His dick aches with the power of his orgasm.

Coming in front of a group of women is like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

Des trembles pumping the last of the come out of his dick, covered in sweat and exhausted.

He looks up at the women feeling drained and used.

The women smile and cheer seeing how thoroughly wasted he is after being pressured to wank for them.

His stunned-looking face as he holds out his hand dripping with come having realized what he just did is priceless!

Carol lays a possessive hand on his shoulder and looks his body up and down while he tries to catch his breath.

“Did you enjoy your little wank?” Carol asks in a mothering tone.

Des smiles with relief suddenly feeling very excited about his new position in the garage.

His worn dick is already tingling at the thought of performing for the women again.

Des nods and lowers his eyes, almost feeling guilty for how obviously he wants it again.

He stares in amazement at the come he shot across the floor.

“Good. Because you’re sacked!” Carol says simply.

She throws the towel in his hand and orders him to wipe his mess up.

Des feels the crushing blow of Carol’s harsh words. Shaking, he bends over to fulfil her request.

Wiping his come stains off the concrete he has a sinking feeling that he’s lost everything.

His garage, the power he had over his employees, his dignity! All gone!

Carol’s smiles with satisfaction at the naked man crouched down and wiping his spunk off the floor.

He tries to understand what just happened. All the events of the afternoon seem to have moved by so swiftly he can barely comprehend it all.

The women laugh at his expense and crowd around to watch him shamefully mopping up the puddle of come.

Mandy thinks it’s hilarious how he went from looking like a champ pumping his dick for them all to squatting on the floor looking stripped and pathetic.

“I wasn’t going to use this garage ever again but now I’m not sure,” Mrs Taylor says.

All the women smile and nod to Carol’s delight.

“You certainly know how to keep these wankers in their place,” Kay remarks.

Des feels completely defeated listening to the women talk like this and stare down at him.

“Well done Carol!” Mandy exclaims.

All the women applaud her while the bemused men stare on realizing there has been some fundamental shift in power.

The mechanics see how Des has become nothing more than a sad joke to them all and they are terrified the same thing might happen to them.

At the same time Darren can’t help smirking at his once cool and confident boss now reduced to this sorry sight. He feels proud that he's beaten him.

The women’s laughter weighs heavily on Des’ back.

He feels beaten and broken, knowing he deserves it for being such a shameless wanker.

Des still feels light-headed after his orgasm, his dick is still wet and dripping with come.

The girls are gushing with admiration for Carol. They never realized men could be handled like this.

“He looks like a tamed puppy, doesn't he?” Kay says to Mandy.

“Or just a dirty dog,” Carol says flatly.

The girls laugh heartily at Des’ expense.

He tries to hold back his tears and decide what he should do now.

Maybe if he grovels to one of these ladies, she’ll let him perform for her again one day in the future.

The mechanics stare with disbelief at their former boss crawling naked on the floor beneath a group of women.

Carol is satisfied that things at the garage will run much more smoothly in the future now that she has total control. And the possibilities for new employee “rules” are endless!

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