Office Joker
It's a busy day as one of the company's major accounts has called for a complete overhaul of their advertising campaign. Most employees came in early and have worked through their lunch. Everyone is focused and frantically trying to get the new proposal done on time. The last thing they want is a distraction.
The office is completely silent except for the quick clack clack clack of the women's finely manicured fingernails on their keyboards.
Sarah has been in since 6am and consumed four cups of coffee. She types out a report about the company's demographics.
Cheryl was supposed to take the day off with her boyfriend for a romantic spa treatment together. The last place she wants to be is here editing ad copy, but she was called in early this morning.
Nadine keeps getting confused with her sales projects, juggling a thousand figures in her head. Every time there is the slightest distracting noise like a phone ringing she has to recalculate everything.
Everyone is tense working to their deadlines and utterly serious as they sit at their desks.
Michael finished creating a series of new graphics for the campaign hours ago and has been merely trying to look busy running to and fro about the office.
He sees all the women seriously hunched over their work. He often likes to make little flirtatious jokes with them, especially when they take everything too seriously. They never act interested, but he knows they secretly love it.
"Hey girls," he says in an irritatingly cheery voice.
"I've got a new one for you!"
"What's the name of the woman with no legs?"
The women sigh in exasperation. The last thing they need is this fool giving them yet another distraction.
"Give up?" he says with disappointment. "Fanny Walker!"
Michael chuckles heartily at his own joke, but the women look mildly annoyed.
"Hey, get in the spirit. It's Red Nose Day. Time to raise money for charity!"
The women have been so busy they completely forgot about Red Nose Day, the annual event where people put on foolish stunts and pranks to raise money for charity.
Michael excitedly rushes up to the ladies shaking a little bucket.
He puts on a red nose and passes it around for everyone to buy one.
"It's ten pounds a nose," he says happily. Sarah looks at the grinning fool with contempt.
"Ten pounds!"
Michael giggles excitedly. "It's for CHARITY!"
Michael makes it sound like you are an absolute heel if you don't contribute. Sarah grudgingly puts a note in his collection bucket.
He races up to Cheryl next with his pleading smile.
"Alright," Cheryl says. "But I don't want to hear anymore about it."
"No, that's all!" Michael says giggling to himself suspiciously.
Nadine is almost finished with her April projections. All she has to do is multiply the rate of inflation against last year's average monthly profits and divide it by…
"BUY A RED NOSE FOR CHARITY!" he says shaking the bucket at her.
Nadine stares him down with stony contempt and thrusts her money in. Whatever it takes to get him to leave her alone and make him shut up.
"Hey you've got to put your nose on!" he insists.
"Hey stop that!" Nadina says frazzled.
Michael sighs and walks away pouting. "Come on girls!"
He can't understand why they won't get in the spirit. He knows some people just need a firmer nudge to join in.
Sarah looks up, annoyed to see him coming at her again.
Before she can protest he shoves the stupid foam ball on her nose.
"Michael stop it!"
Sarah is nearly at her wit's end. This has to stop if they are going to get the new campaign done on time.
But just then Michael's phone rings. The girls are relieved thinking maybe he'll now do some work for a change.
"That's the BBC!" he brags loudly.
"The BBC!" Cheryl says to Sarah mockingly.
"They're doing a live report about ME!"
"Michael Johns," he says in his most professional voice.
The girls sigh knowing they are going to have to put up with more of this fool's antics.
"The BBC? Yes, just come up when you arrive. I'll be ready for you."
"The BBC!" Michael says in a reverential tone. "I've got to change."
Michael is buzzing with self importance and excitement. This is his chance to get famous and show what a charitable fun-loving guy he is.
He waves a brightly-coloured mankini at them and chuckles manically.
The women are about to object and tell him they can't possibly have a camera crew up here when they have so much work to do, but Michael rushes off first to prepare his special surprise.
Everyone gets back to their work hoping that whatever stunt Michael has planned to do in front of the BBC will be performed away from their desks. Their deadline is looming and the last thing they need is a this smarmy young upstart playing distracting pranks.
The girls try to forget the grinning fool's face and resume what they were working on before.
Cheryl hates to admit it, but from the first day Michael started work there she has found him very attractive. If only there were a way to make him shut up then she could enjoy the sight of his fit young body much more.
She drives him out of her thoughts and gets on with the task at hand.
Having changed out of his suit, Michael tiptoes back into the office.
His heart is pounding frantically at the audacity of what he's about to do. He thinks how wild this is going to be. He'll become legendary!
His excitement builds as he sees the women engrossed in their little tasks and he's imagining how they'll react to his big surprise.
Michael begins loudly humming the music from the stripper song and slowly unwraps his towel.
Sarah snickers with laughter and Cheryl can't believe her eyes staring at Michael's hairy masculine chest.
Michael plays it up, whipping the towel back and forth in front of his crotch trying to entice the women.
Flustered, Cheryl tries to turn back to her work, but she can't help but be piercingly aware that Michael is practically naked.
Michael feels a massive adrenaline rush giving a faux strip show for his co-workers. He thinks it's hilarious how embarrassed Cheryl has suddenly become.
In a grand gesture, he throws the towel aside revealing the mankini and his pouch heavily weighed down by his tightly concealed genitals.
Michael continues hamming it up dancing in front of the women and showing off, his excitement growing even more at how shocked the women must be.
He grinds his bare hip near Sarah who stares at him in amazement.
With a big cheeky grin he wiggles his arse at her. Cheryl turns and warns him, "Michael, you're crossing a line."
This only encourages the mischievous lad more as he leans over Sarah flirtatiously and rubs his body against her suit.
Sarah screeches in surprise and disbelief as he grinds his practically naked body against her. He feels dominant and in control trying to embarrass her in the middle of the office.
Sarah pushes him away. "Enough! I have to get back to work."
Michael continues to bounce comically down the line of desks. He thinks it's like chipping away at ice trying to coax a smile out of these girls. It's red nose day! Everyone should get in the spirit!
He backs against Cheryl and gets a buzz from rubbing his bare arse cheek against her arm.
She stubbornly keeps at her work and ignores him. Michael assumes she must just be shy and will do whatever it takes to provoke a reaction from her.
He half raises himself up on her desk and feels his dick and nuts squeezed tightly against the constrictive mankini.
Michael thrusts forward and treats her like a dance pole, mock-humping against her. Only the thinnest layer of fabric is between his cock and his sexy female colleague.
Giggling hysterically to himself he moves on to one of the sternest girls in the office.
"Hey hey," he says in a sleazy tone of voice.
Nadine bursts out laughing at the ridiculous sight. Michael lifts up the straps of his mankini to make his barely concealed genitals bounce up and down in front of her.
He spins around and waves his arse at her. "Stop! Stop!" Nadine insists.
Michael chuckles seeing he's frazzled her. He feels exceedingly proud about how ostentatious he's being - nearly naked in the middle of his office! This is classic!
Cheryl doesn't like that he's flashing his body at her in a mocking way. She'd rather be the one in control of it. So she avoids him and stubbornly continues her work.
Michael shimmies alongside her again, determined to crack this tough nut.
He lounges across her desk forcing her to look at his body spread in front of her like a buffet.
His back flattens against her keyboard causing her finger to press down on the delete key.
"Michael!" Cheryl says in annoyance.
She roughly pushes him off while the fool laughs at the audacity of what he just did and feels his blood pumping at the thrill of it.
"You're messing up my work!" she complains angrily.
"Oops. Sorry. Haha," he says insincerely.
Cheryl frantically tries to bring back her document and rescue what she was working on.
Michael goes to the big inflatable paddling pool he's set up and prepares his prank.
Grown man bathing in the middle of the office. He thinks this stunt is going to be hilarious and the BBC will be sure to use him.
He gives a conceited laugh thinking he might even become famous! He'll raise loads of money and everyone will admire him for having the balls to do this.
He thinks it's going to be the funniest thing ever, while scrubbing himself with a brush.
Michael tries to get the girls' attention expecting them to admire his audacity.
He shakes his body and pretends to scrub his back while they stare in startled amazement. There is absolutely no point continuing with their work with this fool continuously distracting them.
"Come on in girls! The water is fine!"
Sarah glances at Cheryl and the girls share a knowing look. "Oh we'll scrub you down," she says winking at her co-worker.
Michael grins stupidly holding his brush up. He chuckles to himself knowing he's really pulled one over on these girls and he feels a smug satisfaction thinking that he's had the last laugh.
Michael has got a rush out of establishing his dominance in the office by making stupid jokes to the busy girls and sexually teasing them by rubbing his near-naked body against them. He enjoys making fools out of them so he can feel superior and no one can tell him off because it's all for charity.
Michael scratches his head in confusion seeing Sarah get up from her desk after he gave a little show of splashing in the pool.
He watches curiously as she undoes her jacket while grinning wickedly.
She smiles and nods to the other girls to come join her.
Michael is startled when Sarah abruptly grabs the brush out of his hand.
He feels a chill as Sarah looks up and down his body in such a familiar way.
He laughs uncertainly while the women come and quickly surround him grabbing scrubbing brushes.
They rub the tips of the brushes and sponges down the bare skin of his arm, sending tingles through his whole body.
Michael feels a little uncertain what the girls are up to. Up till now they've been rooted to their desks claiming how busy they are.
Now that he's standing here nearly naked in the paddling pool with the girls eagerly scrubbing his body he doesn't know what to do.
He smiles bravely, but suddenly feels very vulnerable and exposed in front of all the girls he only meant to poke fun at.
He covers himself protectively and smiles slightly reasoning that the girls must be getting into it a bit. It's about time they got into the charity spirit.
But the girls crowd in closer sponging big soapy suds over his bare skin and he quickly feels overwhelmed.
The girls giggle getting more daring, sliding the sponges all over his body. He's aware of his genitals hanging heavily in the flimsy fabric.
Nadine wipes a splodge of soap onto his nose.
Michael laughs uncomfortably. It's not so funny when he's the one being mocked.
Nadine laughs loudly at his expense and the girls get excited wanting to take it further.
"We're being too soft," Cheryl says. "Time for a good hard scrub."
Cheryl lifts his arm and scrubs his hairy pits.
Michael shivers feeling an uncomfortable tickling sensation from being scrubbed in this sensitive part of his body.
Nadine gets the other side and the girls firmly hold his arms up making him stay in place.
"Erm.. that's enough," Michael insists trying to pull away.
"Alright girls. Enough fun," he says uncomfortably. "But we have to rinse you now Michael," Cheryl says.
She soaks up a lot of water and squeezes it over him making Michael shiver all over.
He feels angry and uncomfortable as the girls continue laughing and scrubbing him all over without his permission, their soapy hands encircling him and making his skin tingle.
Just as he's about to object again Nadine dumps a big splash of soapy water over his head temporarily blinding him.
While he's rubbing his eyes to get the soap out, he feels a brush come between his legs and scrub his bollocks.
Michael is startled and shocked feeling his cock and balls being rubbed by the brush and sponge.
His balls tighten up feeling very warm and sensitive as Sarah laughs rubbing them vigorously.
She grins, rubbing the tip of his penis seeing it poking through the thin wet fabric.
"Oh no. Sarah, not that!" he insists firmly.
But before he can object more or stop her, another load of soapy water is wrung over his head leaving him spluttering.
He feels his cock thicken and press against the tight fabric and he's horrifyingly aware that Sarah is laughing in delight while staring intently at it.
He shivers with delight as she rubs his genitals more. He's aware of how agonizingly close he is to being fully exposed with his balls nearly bursting out of the thin fabric.
She strokes up and down provoking his cock to respond more to the stimulating sensation.
Michael gasps, completely overwhelmed by the women mauling his body with the scrubbers and bathing him like a boy.
Sarah taps his genitals with the brush making them jiggle and almost fall out.
"Sarah, please," Michael begs. "That's too much!"
The girls are having such a wild time laughing, splashing and washing Michael they almost don't hear the phone ring.
Sarah rushes over to answer it.
"Hello?"
"The BBC you say," Sarah says loudly so Michael can hear.
"Send them up!" she says cheerfully.
"Please girls. Please stop," Michael says desperately. "You can't do this in front of the cameras."
Michael is angry and humiliated that his prank has been turned against him. He knows he has to stop them before the camera crew arrive, but he's helpless to fend them off as they continue pouring soapy water over him and scrub him from top to bottom.
The news reporter is on her way up to film her story about office workers putting on stunts for charity. Michael is struggling to keep his mankini on as the girls roughly scrub his genitals with soapy water and splash it in his eyes.
Michael tries to tell the girls off for teasing him and washing his genitals, but he splutters with his eyes and mouth full of suds.
The women laugh hysterically having seized control of the situation by washing his hairy body and tightly contained cock. Now they are the ones in control.
"Let's leave him to his interview," Sarah says.
The girls look into each other's eyes silently communicating with one another.
They nod and follow Sarah back to the desks sad at having to end their fun so soon.
Michael is relieved they've finally calmed down and assumes they just wanted to show him up.
The girls sit down and get back to their work.
Michael struggles to adjust his mankini which is now soaked and stretched. He's shocked to see how his wet genitals are nearly visible through the transparent thin fabric!
Desperately, he pulls the material down trying to cover up his dick which presses tightly against it.
He has to sort this out quickly, but whatever he does his penis and balls press evidently through.
Busy reporter Diane storms into the room. "Where's the twat in the mankini and paddling pool?"
She strides up to Michael and offers her hand, "And you are?"
Michael is flustered but does his best to compose himself, "Michael Jones." Diane barely waits for his response before marching on.
Diane looks him up and down, barely able to suppress a grin while examining the nearly naked man.
Michael's heart pounds frantically as the camerawoman Alexandra prepares to film.
He's aware of how transparent the mankini is now and wonders in terror if it will show up on camera.
He does his best to smile and look confident. This could be his one moment of fame and he doesn't want to blow it and accidentally reveal his cock to the nation during this live broadcast!
Diane touches her earpiece waiting for her cue and says to the studio, "We're ready with the wanker in the bath. Okay okay…"
"We're just coming out of Chris Moyles at an enema clinic in Zimbabwe. What are you planning to do?"
Michael is flustered. He didn't know he was expected to DO anything! "Erm... sit in a paddling pool... in a mankini," he says uncertainly.
He sees the sceptical look the reporter gives her camerawoman.
"Oh dear," Diane says in disappointment. "You'll have to do more than that if you want the big donations."
"Girls, ladies can you help?" she says exasperated with the buffoon.
"Pick up those sponges and start bathing him," she says.
Diane knows this will make for much more dramatic live television. Michael looks around with worry.
Before Michael can object the girls douse him with soapy water.
He tries to lean away from them but the girls come at him from all sides soaking him completely. He's angry that his joke has been turned against him and he's the one being made fun of.
"That's it ladies. Just like that," Diane excitedly encourages them.
Michael moans and splutters as the girls tickle under his arms and rub his near-naked body from all sides.
He's hyper-aware that his genitals must be nearly showing with the way they are soaked and being scrubbed.
"Stop it," he objects angrily. "That's too much."
Pleased that the hairy fool is being scrubbed up, Diane turns to the camera and prepares to present to the live charity drive.
Alexandra listens for the cue from the studio. "And... coming out of Moyles. Davina is telling a joke... Right she's ready. Ten seconds to go..."
"In three..."
She silently gestures two.
Amidst cheers from the audience Davina announces, "Now we go to our regional reporter Diane who's seeing what lengths people will go to raise money for charity!"
"What have you got for us Diane?"
Diane enthusiastically answers, "I'm here at Trans Comm Marketing in Finchley and there's a man here doing something very unusual."
"And what are you doing?" she asks thrusting the microphone in his face.
Michael answers miserably, "I'm wearing a mankini."
"Like Borat…" His carefully prepared hilarious speech to the nation which he planned to deliver disintegrates under the embarrassment of being scrubbed on all sides by the girls.
They are scrubbing so vigorously that his genitals are nearly falling out of the tight fabric.
He grunts uncomfortably as he feels his sensitive bits being unwillfully stimulated by Sarah's persistent rubbing.
"Stop that girls, you're going too far," he insists angrily.
Diane sees that Michael doesn't have anything to say. "Ladies, what are you doing?"
"We're scrubbing the fool to make him nice and clean," Sarah says brightly.
"Oh I see," Diane says excitedly and urges Alexandra to get more shots of this.
Michael hangs his head in shame as the girls scrub his body and the water drips from his heavy sack.
He imagines the horrifying image of this appearing in people's television screens across the country. His reputation will be ruined!
"Ooh! We have a pledge of £200 from Basingstoke if we show Michael's arse!" Diane says excitedly.
"Now, bend him over girls!" The women laugh excitedly.
Michael is stunned. This can't be happening! "Oh no!" he says to Diane. This has gone far enough.
Prankster Michael has always liked to push the limits of humour, finely treading the line between comedy and being offensive. He's furious with indignity being the one made into a perverted joke on live television with his genitals being washed so roughly that they are nearly spilling out of the tight mankini.
The camerawoman focuses on Michael allowing the entire country to see the near-naked fool being scrubbed from all sides by the excited office women.
Soapy suds spill down his hairy masculine body and his cock is so wet and excited it's nearly showing through the tight fabric.
The girls vigorously spin him around as per Davina's request that his arse be shown in exchange for a pledge.
Michael objects as the women twist him around and pull on the back of his mankini so his big white cheeks show fully.
They push him down so his arse is pointed right at the camera giving the nation a view of the fool's backside.
Michael shivers, hyper-aware of how incredibly exposed he is on camera right now. He'll never be able to live this down.
The tight fabric pulls against the crack of his arse rubbing against his hole and his genitals are practically falling out.
Michael imagines everyone he knows and has ever known watching this on live television right now. His arse nearly completely exposed on their screens!
The girls laugh excitedly, scrubbing his cheeks vigorously and making them shine.
Reporter Diane grins for the camera. "Oh my!"
"There it is!" Davina says excited by the exposed male flesh while David Tennant looks increasingly concerned.
"I think Basingstoke needs to see more than that," Diane says. "Pull that mankini right up!"
The girls grasp the fabric and yank it up sharply.
Michael feels his genitals crushed in the fabric and a pressure against his arsehole that makes him gasp.
The women's mocking laughter rings in his ears as they violently pull it up to breaking point causing unbearable agony to his most sensitive bits.
"No no! That hurts! Ow. Stop it!" he cries desperately. His heart is pounding thunderously at the all-consuming shame.
"That's what we want, isn't it?!" Diane says to the camera. The women get increasingly animated and goad each other on, grabbing at the fabric and smacking his butt with the soapy sponge.
They stretch the fabric as far as it will go and feel it's about to snap, playfully wrestling it away from each other and making the helpless fool holler in pain as his genitals are crushed.
Alexandra can't help herself bursting out laughing as she focuses on the outrageous scene.
"That's gone down very well," Diane says approvingly. "The studio audience are falling about laughing."
Cheryl stretches the mankini up and there is a sharp tearing sound. The women are in hysterics seeing it strain against his tight arsehole.
She twists it around and yanks on it until Michael is nearly jumping in the air from the acute pain, feeling his genitals crushed more than any wedgie he ever received at school.
"Ow ow! My balls!" he cries helplessly. "That's too tight!"
"What's that Davina?" Diane says touching her earpiece. "Let's look at his nuts. Okay!"
Michael feels an electric shock of horror through his body at the request. This can't be happening!
The women pull him up sharply.
Michael is trembling violently as they spin him around to face the camera.
He feels a piercing stab of shame as he realizes his balls are hanging out openly on national television!
His testicles bulge out, stinging from the fabric being yanked tightly up between them.
All three of the office women yank the fabric up to proudly display his nuts for the public.
It's like the wind has been knocked out of him as his balls are roughly separated by the women's malicious tugging.
Michael blushes deeply, feeling a sickening sensation in his gut as his balls are twisted painfully in the fabric.
"And how does that feel?" Diane says in her professional reporter's voice.
"Ow ow it hurts!" Michael cries pathetically.
Diane shows mock sympathy, "Ahh. Well it is for charity!"
Barely able to contain her riotous laughter, "And back to you Davina."
"And we're off air now. They've gone to Christopher Biggins doing circumcision in Uganda."
"Well done girls," Diane says surveying the scene.
The women proudly gaze at the disgraced man, giving his mankini one last tug for good measure.
They slide the mankini back up his shoulders. Traumatized, Michael breathes a small sigh of relief glad that this humiliation is over and their work can resume again.
"What's that?" Diane listens to the studio again. "Right? We've got a hen party in Accrington who've pledged a grand if we can get the sucker naked."
"NO!" Michael shouts angrily.
This has gone way too far already! This was supposed to be a harmless gag and now he feels physically sick from the humiliation.
Oblivious to his objections the women from the BBC carry on. "And coming out of Biggins in..."
She silently counts down staring at him with evident pleasure.
And cue Diane!
Michael can't allow this to go on. His skin feels like it's on fire and he's shaking from nerves. The joke stops here!
Michael has always got the last laugh pulling pranks on people. But his scheme to get famous for his charity stunt has backfired with the office women teasing his cock and arse while he stands humiliated in the tiny paddling pool.
As tears run down his face, Michael faces the unwavering eye of the camera lens knowing that the entire country is watching him now. If he backs out of the stunt now he'll be branded a coward for the rest of his life.
"We're at Trans Comm Marketing in Finchley," Diane reminds the audience.
"with this idiot in a mankini!" She can't stop laughing while presenting him to the nation.
Michael feels the pressure from his co-workers crowded around grinning and the camera focused in on him while they humiliate him.
He's hyper-aware of how close he is to being completely exposed. The girls mockingly tug at his straps. They could render him naked with the flick of a finger.
He's terrified of the gleam in Cheryl's eye as she seizes the strap of his flimsy outfit like she's been waiting for years to do this to him.
Diane listens to her earpiece and responds, "You're right Davina, he is wearing too much."
"Girls, can you help him with that?"
Michael's face is searing hot and he trembles with indignation. He'll never allow them to pull off his mankini!
But Sarah produces a pair of scissors making Michael reel in horror.
In a flash she grabs the strap of his outfit grinning with lust and determination. "No! Not my mankini!" he begs.
"Is she going to do it?" Diane asks building the tension for the audience.
Alexandra zooms in not wanting to miss this classic shot.
Before he can object, Sarah snips the strap while the women howl with laughter and excitement.
He reels in terror seeing the flimsy piece of fabric so easily snipped in two.
The thing flies free and he feels his pert nipples revealed to them all.
There is also a loosening around his cock and balls. He feels at any second the fabric could fall off and they will fall into everyone's view!
"Ooh dear. Your mankini's broken," Diane says mockingly to the camera.
Michael feels a burning self-consciousness as the women focus on his manly hairy chest and his sensitive little nipples.
"What a fine chest you have," Diane remarks.
Michael is shocked when the women reach over grabbing his nipples.
They squeeze and twist them sending shocking sensations through his whole body. He tries to back away while objecting angrily.
But the women persist all the more, crushing his nipples between their fingers.
He squirms under their rough grip startled by the sharp sudden pain.
"Get off my nipples," he insists. "Please. Ow. That hurts!"
While he tries to squirm away from their taunting, Cheryl seizes the other strap of his mankini.
She only has to pull it gently for his genitals to come spilling out into the open.
Michael gasps seeing the shreds of his mankini pulled off from him and feels his cock flop out in front of everyone.
The useless fabric falls into the pool while the women laugh excitedly now that he's fully on display.
It's as if being out in the open makes his cock and balls feel ten times more sensitive than usual. The women focus in on the tight cowl of his foreskin and his full tight balls.
"Look at that!" Diane says thrilled and laughing in excitement.
"Come now, give a smile for the millions of home viewers!" she prompts him. But Michael only stares back in shock and anger.
"There you have it ladies and gentlemen! Office worker Michael in Finchley stark naked! Bet you wish you were here to have a feel of this fool."
The women grope him, teasingly brushing their hands against his genitals.
Michael is overwhelmed, his co-workers' soft feminine hands brushing so close to his incredibly sensitive cock.
He is terrified, feeling himself close to growing a boner right here on national television.
His heart is racing and his mind is spinning wildly as he imagines everyone that must be viewing his cock now, men and women all over the country peering at it and judging him.
Alexandra laughs gleefully focusing in and getting a clear shot of it.
Michael stares at the camera like a deer caught in headlights, unable to run away but unable to bear another second being fully exposed in the spotlight.
It's like time has ground down to an agonizingly slow pace as the women freely stroke his naked body, their hands grazing over his dick.
"Now a pledge from Basingstoke," Diane reports. "They say 'Let's have a proper look at that ass.'"
Before Michael can say anything, the women spin him around.
Nadine gazes down at his pert sexy arse. She's always wanted a good long look at this ripe peach.
The girls have often noticed his arse as he walks past their desks in the office. Now it's theirs fully on view.
The women push him down and make him arch his back so his arsehole is fully on view. Michael is horrified and ashamed feeling his arse offered up to the world.
"Scrub that hole," Diane demands. "Show the viewers at home how clean you can get him."
Michael winces at the unbearable humiliation of it all feeling his sensitive hole being scrubbed by the eager laughing women.
They spread his cheeks revealing his most sensitive hidden parts for the camera.
They squeeze the soapy water over him so it cascades down his tight arsehole and his balls.
It's like he can hear the laughter of the entire country ringing in his ears as his arsehole is roughly scrubbed by his colleague.
Diane gasps staring at the exciting sight and thinking proudly how this national coverage could be the highlight of her career.
The women vigorously scrub his arse with Michael pinned down in the bath. "Oh, it's winking at us!" Diane remarks.
"Stop it! No!" Michael pleads desperately.
The women silence him dunking his face in the cloudy water. He gasps inhaling the foul liquid while feeling his body being molested.
Michael feels the mind blowing sensation of his most intimate bits offered up on display for the entire country. His arse is gleaming from the vigorous scrubbing the women give it.
"There's a pledge from Edinburgh of 50 pence to see his cock. Come on girls!"
Sarah aggressively yanks his head up and the women turn him around.
Michael flails helplessly in the little pool pushed past any feeling of humiliation he's ever felt before.
This is some new level of embarrassment he never thought possible with his heart pounding madly and his naked body being examined by millions of strangers.
Michael is reeling with the knowledge that life will never be the same for him again. Every time he passes a stranger on the street now, every glance from a woman, every time he meets someone new he'll wonder if they've seen his cock presented on live television!
Cocky Michael is terrified now that he's completely exposed in the little paddling pool while being filmed. His mankini is in tatters and the women hold him down while camerawoman Alexandra focuses in on his cock, filming it for the entire country to watch on live television.
Michael gasps for breath and feels his heart racing as he's pushed back so the camera can capture his cock on film.
"There you have it ladies and gentlemen. A buffoon's cock!" Diane proudly declares. "Keep those pledges coming!"
Michael's cock twitches as if electrified as he's piercingly aware that it's being viewed on television screens across the country at this very second.
Michael blushes and panics thinking this can't be happening. It's like a nightmare. But the mind-blowing sensation of being stark naked in front of his co-workers in the office with the camerawoman filming him is all too real!
"Ooh! What a sweet little thing," Diane says gawking at his cock.
Davina is in the studio commenting on this live broadcast. "That looks rather like a penis. On live television!"
Diane touches her earpiece listening, "Yes Davina, it does look a bit like a penis!"
"Remember to text in what you think of Michael's little deformity at the number at the bottom of your screen," Diane prompts.
Michael freezes in shock and fear as the women handle his cock and balls.
Cheryl lifts his penis up and pinches it between her fingers as if testing whether it's real.
Michael feels his body go very hot as his balls are cupped and stroked. His ears are filled with the women's excited laughter.
His stomach flutters feeling Nadine gently stroke his cock, eagerly exploring the contours of his heavy member.
Cheryl squeezes his foreskin seeing how far forward it comes while Nadine pinches his scrotum.
His balls feel very heavy and weighted down with cum.
Michael panics as he becomes unwillingly aroused under their persistent squeezing and rubbing.
He's disgusted and ashamed by how hot and hard his dick is - exposed in the open for the nation's entertainment. His perverted pleasure laid completely bare!
Cheryl slaps his stiffening dick with the back of her hand making it stand fully to attention.
He leans back while the women gape at his engorged cock and tease it more.
"Look at how big it's got!" Cheryl says amazed. "I never knew he was walking around the office all day with this monster in his trousers."
Michael grimaces in embarrassment as the women cluster around him and thinking how they must have thought of his cock before, wondering what it looks like, and now here he is completely in the open.
"We've got a Mamma Mia party in Cheltenham pledging £10 for every inch longer you can make it girls," Diane reports.
Nadine and the girls laugh while Michael shudders in fear. Now that's a challenge!
"So let's measure it in its current state," Diane suggests.
Michael's heart leaps as he stares down at his dick, stressed what the results will be. The size of his manhood will be revealed to the entire country!
The women seize his cock and hold it up.
His pulse races wondering what the results will be.
Sarah measures it from the base and presses her ruler against the semi-hard length of his cock.
"How much is that? What is it?" the girls ask frantically. Michael is a raw bag of nerves.
"Two inches," Diane says clearly for the camera.
Michael is horrified thinking it must be bigger than that! "Right girls, let's see if Michael can do better than that!" Diane says to camera.
The girls fill their sponges with the warm soapy water.
Michael can't believe how incredibly sensitive his cock feels out in the open as the women begin sponging it.
Every stroke sends waves of pleasure through his body.
The shameful knowledge that his cock is being filmed and broadcast to the nation only makes it stiffen further.
Nadine strokes his plump balls softly. Michael can feel them heavy with cum, his desire to ejaculate mounting with every second that ticks slowly by.
Michael moans feeling his cock go completely stiff.
Cheryl squeezes his member. It throbs in her hand aching to be stroked.
Diane has become very hot and bothered watching the sexy fool grow a full erection before her eyes.
"That's lovely ladies. Wonderful polishing."
"Get up so the viewers at home can have a better look," Cheryl demands.
Michael obediently kneels and the women vigorously stroke and sponge his hard cock to present it in its full erect glory.
He can feel how tight his foreskin is stretched over his achingly sensitive cock head.
The women now take the time to explore his cock in its fully erect state.
"Oh, it's definitely grown by a few inches," Nadine observes.
Cheryl slides the foreskin down revealing the bright pink head of his dick.
Michael is trembling as the women teasingly stroke this incredibly sensitive bit.
His entire body reacts to the slightest touch of this tender spot. Michael is aware that he is entirely at these women's mercy.
The smallest touch from them causes intense sensations through his whole body.
Cheryl trails her finger down the length of his stiff muscle making it twitch in response.
The women are absolutely mesmerized pouring soapy water over it. "I think he's grown a few inches at least," Diane says.
Michael's heart is pounding knowing that he has something to prove now that his manhood and virility have been questioned.
"Remember you can download this on BBC iPlayer for the rest of time. Michael, you don't want everyone to remember you for having a tiny cock," Diane says.
Cheryl holds his stiff hot cock up for another measurement.
Sarah places a ruler against it.
"Well done girls. That's five inches. You've earned £30 for charity," Diane says with delight.
"And back to you Davina!"
Alexandra is amazed at the story they just filmed. "The director's very pleased. She wants to come back to us after the watershed. They've got Jeremy Clarkson appealing for rectal polyps for 60 seconds."
"Right," Diane says spotting an opportunity. "You're doing well girls but we're after the watershed now so you need to REALLY go for it."
"What have you got?" Diane asks.
"What about vibrators?" Sarah suggests staring Michael directly in the eyes.
Michael's blood goes cold, "NO!!!"
"Excellent," Diane grins from ear to ear. This is surely an award-winning journalism story and Diane is really getting off on shaming this naked fool in front of the entire nation.
To keep the viewers on the edge of their seats, Diane has challenged the women to use the naked fool for even racier stunts – especially now that it’s after the watershed. The women boldly proposed using vibrators on their naked colleague sending Michael into a panic.
The women fondle Michael’s hard cock and squeeze his balls rendering him helpless to the incredible sensations they are causing him to have.
The women are enraptured by the engorged hot cock of their co-worker and are thrilled to have it pulse in their hands after eyeing his bulge in the office so many times.
They’ve excited him to the point where his cock is standing up very rigid with the sensitive pink head pushing out from his foreskin.
Michael’s cock has completely taken control over his reason. Even though he knows he should refuse his colleagues and escape the camera’s eye, he’s overwhelmed by the powerful shame and excitement of being fully exposed and on the brink of ejaculation.
Alexandra enjoys watching this hapless fool struggling to contain his erection. She gets the prompt from the studio and focuses her camera on him again.
“Coming out of Clarkson’s rectum in 5…4…3…2…1… on air!”
Diane announces proudly, “And we’re back with this moron in Finchley. Now Davina, to draw attention to international tragedy of rectal dysfunction how much can we get for this lad’s anal virginity?”
“Show the audience girls.”
Michael knows he should object and stop them, but his throbbing erection renders him completely vulnerable and helpless to stop these women’s pervy demands.
The physically direct him onto his front so his arse is pointed up in the air.
“Is he a virgin?” Diane asks staring at his spread squeaky-clean arse.
Michael feels every nerve on the surface of his sensitive arsehole exposed and tingling as it’s filmed, completely exposed to all the women and vulnerable to whatever they want to do to him.
“What do you think Davina? Try him girls? Is he tight?” Diane asks eagerly.
Michael tenses and whines bent over in the shallow bath with the women eagerly spreading his arse open.
Nadine abruptly slides her finger straight into his tight arsehole.
She shoves it in as far as it will go testing the resistance.
Michael feels a splitting pain deep in his anal cavity, a sensitive area that has never been touched before.
“Yep,” Nadine affirms. “There’s never been anything up here before. How much can you get for it?”
Michael feels terrified and used as the women push him down so his arse is fully accessible to all of them. “There’s a question,” Diane says.
Unable to resist the tempting sight, Diane plunges her finger into his tight hole.
The surprising pain hits him again, this time sharper and more insistent with Diane’s ruthless finger invading him.
He can feel her gently stroking a tender spot deep inside his anus causing his whole body to tingle and his dick to throb.
“What’s that?” Diane says listening to the studio. “Barbara Windsor and the cast of Dirty Dancing are offering £100.”
“What are we going to use?” she wonders.
Michael’s stomach twists painfully seeing the large vibrator that Cheryl produces.
“Stick your arse up further,” Nadine commands him.
Trembling fiercely from nerves Michael pushes his arse up as far as he can.
Cheryl presses it in, shoving it into his tight resistant hole that the women had just lodged their fingers in a moment before.
She slowly rams it all the way in right up to the hilt.
Michael grits his teeth feeling a gut-wrenching pain as the object is plunged deep into his arse.
His entire body tenses and the women hold him firmly down. He holds his breath unable to believe the acute piercing sensation of having his tight sphincter stretched open and his anal cavity invaded.
The women laugh excitedly gripping his firm naked body and watching his virginity being stripped from him.
Cheryl plunges the vibrator in as far as it can go, pressing it against his prostate making Michael’s entire body aflame with sensation.
“Mmm. That looks like such fun I want to have a go,” Diane announces.
Diane uses her own vibrator rubbing it up and down Michael’s hairy crack as he tenses his hole.
She feels the opening of his arse close tightly around the vibrator as she works it steadily into the fool’s arse.
The vibrator is turned on and Michael feels a deep steady pulse massaging his prostate making his body tremble from the overwhelming sensation.
Michael groans, feeling the women gripping his body firmly and holding him in place, chuckling in delight at his reaction as he’s fucked for the first time.
Diane grips the pulsing instrument and plunges it in and out of his arse faster and faster.
Michael moans getting fucked by the beautiful female reporter while the entire thing is filmed and broadcast live on national television.
“Excellent fun. Well done girls,” Diane says into the microphone and stares at Michael’s spread arsehole which she’s just fucked.
“What’s that?” she says listening to the studio. “An elderly lady in Westminster wants to see his cock now.”
The women pull Michael upright. He’s still trembling from the shock of being fucked, every nerve-ending in his body feeling sensitized to his total exposure and his naked body being completely on display.
His dick is throbbing hard and feels hypersensitive.
One touch from Nadine sends a shock through his whole body. “No. Not my cock! Please. You’re hurting,” he begs.
“And now the lady in Westminster wants to see the boy ejaculate. She’s made quite a sizeable pledge if he does it,” Diane reports.
“Do it!” Diane commands standing over him. “Wank!”
Michael lies back naked in the shallow bath and shamefully grabs his hard cock, unable to refuse the women commanding him.
He’s overwhelmed stroking himself here with his co-workers surrounding him and the BBC broadcasting his wank to every television in the country. His balls are incredibly full and ready to burst.
Quickly stroking his hard cock he shoots all over his hairy stomach.
Nadine pinches his nipple and clutches his balls as he releases his pent-up sperm.
The women watch in pleasure as he shoots a huge load all over his chest.
With the women and camera focused on him his orgasm is much more intense than any he’s ever experienced
He shoots with such power it flies up hitting him in the neck and lands all over his hairy chest.
Michael can’t believe he’s actually cumming all over himself while his colleagues watch grinning. Nothing will ever be the same again. Every time he walks down the street everyone he passes will think, ‘There goes that wanker for charity!’
Back at the studio, the presenters watch in speechless disgust.
“You are LIVE on Comedy Relief. Ha Ha!” Diane jokes. “Yes Davina, it IS more like HAND relief.”
“Well done girls. What great sports you are,” she says and then gets another announcement from the studio. “Yes the lady in Westminster is very satisfied… How much?! Oh goodness. Thank you…. Who? Is this right? Oh! Gosh….” Diane suddenly takes a reverent tone and straightens up, “Thank you. Thank you, Ma’am!”
