PART 1: Fresh from yet another successful swimming competition, John Naylor is on a high. The confident young athlete is the darling of the press and gets a lot of media attention. This has enabled him to negotiate very lucrative sponsorship deals that have earned him a lot of money. He was looking forward to getting changed and jumping into his luxury convertible sports car and driving home. But an angry looking official Gaby has blocked his path and insisted he come with her...

Gaby marches into a side room with John trailing after her. She is not happy with him. His actions stand to make them all look bad and could cause huge problems with The Games and its relationship with big business.

'How could he be so stupid?' She thinks to herself. Mind you, he's not the first to try and screw the system. She just hopes she can make the arrogant young man see sense.

"You know why we're here don't you?" She asks him as he dries his hair and smiles smugly at her.

"You've been summoned to attend an emergency meeting with Barbara Nobel - Tykey sportswear's brand manager," she continues - speaking slowly to stress the importance of her words.

"She's not at all happy that you've been wearing a rival manufacturer's sportswear in today's competition." John merely looks at her with a silly grin on his face - appearing totally unconcerned.

"It's not funny," bellows Gaby starting to get irate, "they pay you a monthly fee for exclusivity. You won't cross Barbara if you know what's good for you."

"Chill out lady!" Says John patronisingly, "It's no big deal. I happen to prefer their clothes."

"And," he continues, "they paid me even more than Tykey so I figured why not?" Gaby cannot believe how stupid and short-sighted he's being.

"Anyway - I'm the star here. These companies are all trading off my success so I can do what I like!"

Gaby can still remember the shy young man a year ago who was just starting to win medals. Back then he would try and please everyone - how he's changed, and not for the better.

"You signed a contract with Tykey," she reminds him firmly, "you could be a in a lot of trouble. You'd better be on your best behaviour when Barbara gets here."

"Yeah, whatever," he drawls, already bored by the conversation.

She scowls at the cocky lad before her. It seems the fame has gone to his head. Well Barbara can deal with him - she's had enough of his insolence.

At that moment Stacie comes into the room. "Oh there you are John," she says brusquely, "Barbara is on her way." She was expecting the athlete to look humble but he looks full of himself.

"I warn you, she's not in a good mood." John isn't scared of any 'brand manager' or whatever she calls herself. Tykey definitely need him more than he needs them.

They don't have to wait long before Barbara arrives and marches into the room. She's here to sort out this wayward individual once and for all.

"John Naylor - I see you're NOT wearing our clothing as instructed," she wastes no time in getting down to business. Seeing a rival's clothes on their sportsman has been an embarrassment - one she will not tolerate happening again.

"Where did you get these dreadful rags from? And why are you not wearing the sportswear you were issued with?"

"It was made quite clear to you that you had to wear our clothes at all competitions," Barbara has no time for people who mess her about. She's not in the slightest bit impressed by John's fame and speaks to him like a disobedient child.

"Well, as it happens I..." John starts to answer back but Barbara hasn't finished and interrupts him.

"I hope you have a very good explanation for your actions. I must say I'm very disappointed in you." As she speaks she eyes what he is wearing with distaste.

John sniggers, this woman clearly doesn't know just how important he is. "Well?" She demands.

"Look lady, it's like this - they paid me more than you did. You want me to wear your stuff then you have to match them." He's so sure he can talk this woman into giving him even more money - it never occurs to him that it might backfire.

"I'm a huge star. My fans adore me. That kind of celebrity costs." Despite his outward confidence, John is very inexperienced and usually lets his manager handle financial negotiations.

Barbara raises her eyebrows at him, stunned at his arrogance. But he merely meets her gaze levelly with a smirk on his face.

"You do realise of course that you are in breach of contract," she decides it's time to teach the young upstart the harsh realities of business.

"You won't get another penny from Tykey," she says threateningly, "We'll drop you as a sponsor - no more fat paycheques for you each month."

John is struck by her words. He's developed a taste for the finer things in life and the thought of losing it all scares him. "Well," he blusters, trying to assert himself, "some other company will pick me up I'm sure."

"Oh no they won't," says Barbara chillingly, "No one will sponsor you now that you have a reputation for not upholding your contractual obligations."

That silences John. He hadn't thought of that. He just assumed he could go to one of Tykey's competitor's and they would sign him up.

"And I will recommend to my superiors that you are sued for compensation. It could well amount to everything you'll ever earn in your career." Her harsh words send a shiver down John's spine.

Finally realising just how much hot water he's in, John mumbles piteously: "Please don't recommend that," close to tears.

"Well, we'll have to see about that. In the meantime, just what are you wearing?" Her professional eye takes in the cheaply made garments he has on.

She roughly shoves him towards Gaby and Stacie so she can show them just how inferior the clothing her rival makes is.

"I mean look - the seams here coming apart already!" She picks at them with her fingernail. John realises he'd better keep quiet - he doesn't want to risk antagonising the woman who holds his whole future in the balance.

Gaby and Stacie take hold of the grey tracksuit top and feel how poor the quality is. They are both eager to back Barbara up as Tykey are one of the biggest sponsors of The Games and they don't want to fall out of favour with them.

"The zip is substandard too," she tuts, "I've only got to pull on it and it comes open." Barbara continues to point out the flaws in the item's manufacture.

Gaby and Stacie concur - the top he is wearing is nowhere near the quality of Barbara's brand. John looks gloomily down as the women paw at his tracksuit. It's so humiliating but there's nothing he can do about it.

"Shoddy workmanship," agrees Gaby as Stacie fully unzips it to reveal his chest. "I don't know what you were thinking John."

"The lining is hideous!" Exclaims Barbara as Stacie pulls it apart. John suddenly feels very self conscious. Whilst he's used to wearing nothing but tiny Speedos when competing, it feels very uncomfortable to have three such confident women taking charge of him like this.

"Let's get this vile thing off him before it brings him out in a rash." John gulps, not liking where this is going.

"I hope you're listening to this John," says Gaby, "you've embarrassed yourself by wearing these awful clothes." Subdued by Barbara's threats, he nods humbly in agreement.

Barbara pulls the top off him and flings it to one side. "There, that's where it belongs. On the floor." John looks at the crumpled garment and wishes he could put it back on. He starts to shiver slightly and not just from the coolness of the room.

Inevitably the women turn their attention to the bottoms that John is wearing. "And these are no better," says Barbara. John's stomach lurches at the thought of them women getting close to his private parts.

He tries to edge back away from them, but the firm hands of Stacie and Barbara on his backside bring him to a halt.

"The attention to detail is just so poor. At Tykey we take pride in our clothing but these are a shining example of shoddy workmanship." John hopes desperately that his trousers won't be examined as thoroughly as his top was.

Gaby wrinkles her nose in disgust. It's a good job they have Barbara here to advise them. John has let not only himself down, but also nearly brought the whole Games into disrepute!

"The waistband isn't even double stitched. Look at how easily it gives!" Says Barbara incredulously. The three women pull on John's trousers and he's uncomfortably aware of the fabric rubbing against his crotch.

He looks down, ignoring their voices as the women continue to discuss his clothing. He suddenly has something else to worry about as well as the possibility of being sued by Tykey.

He can feel a stirring in his groin and gulps. It would be the worst thing ever to become aroused in front of the three women. He simply must contain himself. But the attentions of the females surrounding him are starting to take their toll...

PART 2: Greedy John thought he was being clever - getting two sportswear manufacturers to pay him at the same time. But he signed a legally binding contract with Tykey - and now his future hangs in the balance. Barbara is appalled at the quality of her rival's clothing and shows the other two women just how lacking it is. John must stand there uncomfortably as they surround him and pull his clothing about. Now they turn their attentions to his lower half and John has even more to worry about...

Barbara continues her appraisal of John's clothing. John looks at her nervously wondering just how far she'll go. Everything on his body is from the competing brand. Surely she won't make him take it all off?

The women pull his tracksuit bottoms up by the waistband causing the material to tighten around his cock and balls. He gulps - this can't be happening!

"Turn around John," Barbara commands, "I want to show Gaby and Stacie just how ill-fitting these are." Reluctantly he does as he's told.

They waste no time in grabbing hold of the back of his trousers to feel the quality of the material. Gaby looks appalled - the material is so thin! It's a wonder they lasted this long.

John looks over his shoulder as the women continue to discuss his choice of clothing. All he can think about is the warm feeling in his groin and he hopes desperately that they'll not want to examine what he's wearing underneath.

He feels the warmth of Barbara's hand as she slips it down. Her fingers brush against his buttock as she tests the resilience of the fabric. It's very overwhelming for the inexperienced young man.

They yank the material to see how far it stretches. "I mean just look at it - it's nearly 100% synthetic fibres!" Exclaims Barbara.

Having had to abstain from sexual release as part of his training, John is bursting with pent up energy and the women's attentions are starting to drive him wild.

Wanting to appear helpful to their major sponsor, Gaby has a suggestion: "I think we should check out his swimming trunks too." That was not what John wanted to hear but Barbara readily agrees.

The women grab hold of the waistband and work together to slide his trousers down. John realises that there is absolutely nothing he can do to stop them.

It feels like time has slowed down as he watches the tracksuit bottoms moving down his legs, revealing his black swimming trunks to the assembled ladies.

Finally they are pulled all the way down and John's sense of unease increases. He has a feeling he won't be getting them back any time soon.

"We won' t be needing these," says Barbara, tossing them away contemptuously. John bites his lip - he was right. Now all he has covering his modesty is a tiny pair of speedos.

"Those can go as well," she says - pointing to the sandals which bear her rival's logo. She grabs them and carelessly throws them to where his trousers lie crumpled.

John feels totally out of control of the situation. Mere moments ago he was cocky and swaggering around. Now he's stunned by how quickly the women have relieved him of his clothing.

Worse still, as their fingers move towards the thin material that at least offers some protection, he can feel his cock start to twitch.

"Just as I thought," exclaims Barbara, "cheap and nasty." Stacie joins in, "It's a wonder they didn't fall apart in the competition!"

"They call this double-lining but just look at it. The slightest stress and it'll tear, you mark my words." John sincerely hopes the flimsy trunks will withstand the women's attentions - he doesn't like the idea of revealing any more flesh.

Gaby murmurs her agreement and wanting to try and impress the imperious woman, carefully examines John's swimming trunks.

She twists and turns them and pulls on the waistband. John's stomach turns over - suddenly terrified that the women will be able to see his privates. Especially as his penis seems to have a mind of its own.

Gaby starts to un-knot the cord tie that is holding up his trunks. It's quite fiddly to do and her hands frequently brush against his crotch, millimetres away from his penis.

John clenches his lips together tightly to stop himself from moaning. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on something other than the close proximity of the three powerful females.

He can't resist a peek, and is horrified to see the base of his penis is clearly visible. Oh the shame! Fortunately, Gaby seems too focussed on what she is doing to notice. And the other women are more concerned with the manufacture quality of the trunks.

Getting annoyed, Gaby pulls the knot closer to herself - revealing even more of John's cock and balls. Now and again her fingers make contact with his penis and it takes all his determination not to press himself into her.

Thoughts of her taking his penis in her hand fill his mind he battles to stop himself from getting erect.

"Ah Katia," says Barbara suddenly, "glad you could join us." Another women marches confidently into the room and stands at John's shoulder. She looks over and can clearly see John's privates as Gaby struggles with the cord.

She stares openly at his crotch and smiles, stifling a laugh. John closes his eyes in shame fully aware that with one tug Gaby could have his thickening penis and testicles bouncing out into view.

"Ladies, this is Katia - she's the brand liaison between The Games and Tykey." Gaby and Stacie greet her warmly. "What do the 'powers that be' think about this situation?" Barbara asks her.

"They're not happy," says Katia gravely, "the mood outside is that the trunks should be confiscated." John panics. "I'm to report back if they are even within the competition rules on quality. If not, John will be disqualified."

With the fear of getting an erection in front of the women, John had momentarily forgotten that he had broken his contract with the giant sportswear manufacturer. He now has to add the possibility of disqualification to his list of woes.

"We'd better examine the back - but so far it's not looking like these are up to standard," says Barbara and the women turn a disconsolate John around.

Gaby sticks a finer under the elastic and lifts the fabric, revealing John's buttock. There is far too much 'give' in the trunks - they should offer at least some resistance.

Stacie grabs hold of them and yanks them - inadvertently giving John a painful wedgie. John is suddenly mindful that the crack of his arse is on full view.

A tear rolls down his face from the humiliation he feels at being mauled about like this. All he wanted was a bit of extra money to fund his extravagant lifestyle - it never occurred to him that his actions could lead to this.

He can feel cool air on his puckered anus and winces. The thought that the women can see his most private part is not a pleasant one. But they seem fixated on his swimming trunks and exchange disparaging remarks about them.

"Quality trunks just shouldn't stretch like this," says Barbara sternly, "they are meant to provide support and keep their shape." The crotch of the garment is still tight around John's testicles and he wishes they would let go.

He feels incredibly vulnerable with his anus uncovered like this. Why does it take them so long just to decide if the swimming trunks are acceptable or not?

"Look how slack they've become," points out Gaby, "I'm hardly pulling at all and they have become all misshapen." Katia wrinkles her nose in disgust - such a garment wouldn't have made it through quality control at Tykey!

John can hear noises out in the corridor and is aware that someone could walk past at any minute and see him bent over like this with his arse on display. The thought of the story getting leaked to the press is too much to bear.

Suddenly he stiffens. He can feel Gaby's fingernail actually touching the entrance to his anus as she fiddles about with the flimsy material.

John is shocked. He's never let anyone near his backside like this before - not even one of his many girlfriends. The idea of his sphincter being touched by another person is abhorrent.

Katia looks down with concern. It's becoming more and more clear that these swimming trunks aren't good enough.

John feels Gaby's fingertips sliding further and further into his bum crack and has to stop himself from crying out in fear. The woman is totally unaware of the effect she's having on the young swimmer and continues with her examination.

The tears continue to come and he sobs quietly to himself. Then he hears words that make him feel physically sick. "It's no good," says Katia, "these trunks are not fit for purpose. We'll have to confiscate them."

They allow him to stand upright and he wobbles unsteadily on his feet, still reeling from what Katia has just said. The poorly designed trunks hang loosely on his buttocks. 'Oh no!' He thinks to himself, 'Now I'm for it.'

He gulps as the women eagerly grasp his trunks. He can feel his semi-erect penis start to throb as though eager for release.

They have only pulled them down a little when the tip of his hardening penis pokes out into view.

He tries his very hardest to think of something to distract him from the women around him, but it's no good. They shimmy his trunks from side to side as they work them down and his heavy member moves with them.

With one smart tug they have them down round his ankles and his penis bounces out into view, hanging heavily between his legs.

He stands looking helplessly down at it feeling deeply ashamed of himself. To have embarrassed himself like this in front of these important women is unforgivable. What will they say? John is paralysed with fear as he waits for the uproar he's sure is coming.

PART 3: It has been decided that the swimming trunks that John is wearing are not up to standard and must be confiscated. Having been poked and prodded about by the attractive women, John has found himself becoming unintentionally aroused. When they strip him of the last piece of material covering his modesty, he's left standing totally naked with his engorged penis on display. He sees his career going down the pan, as surely such inappropriate behaviour will only serve to antagonise the officials even more.

John is totally mortified that his erect penis can now be seen by the assembled women. It hangs there heavily between his legs and he expects that at any second it will be noticed and then all hell will break loose.

Katia appears to be oblivious to the large organ bobbing up and down mere inches from her face as she focuses on getting the offending swimming trunks off.

John obligingly lifts his feet out of the trunks, stunned that so far no one has commented on his erection. But they seem totally absorbed in what they are doing and seemingly unaware that he has made a show of himself.

"Gaby, please dispose of those horrible things will you?" Asks Barbara. The women remain businesslike - none of them mention his penis. They are all used to dealing with male sportsmen and their uncontrollable urges.

Gaby tosses that swimming trunks aside with obvious contempt. What did John think he was doing? Trying to cross these powerful businesswomen was incredibly stupid.

"So," says Gaby abruptly, "let's get on with the post match tests." Whilst glad that no one has made a fuss about him getting a hard-on, John is still petrified of what the tests might involve.

He's on a knife edge - excruciatingly aware of his nudity in the drafty room. The women intimidate him immensely and he hangs his head in shame.

"I'll start by assessing his testicles - make sure he's not been breaking any more rules," says Gaby crossly. She hopes her young charge doesn't do anything to embarrass her further.

The women all peer down at his genitals and his discomfort increases. His penis hasn't gone down and their unwanted attention only serves to remind him just how vulnerable he is.

Without bothering to get his consent, Gaby reaches forward and takes his testicles in her hand. The others lean in to await her verdict.

"Can you tell if he's been abusing himself in the run up to the competition?" Asks Barbara and John's stomach lurches.

"As you all know," she explains, "part of his contract is that he abstain from self-abuse for a period of at least 2 months." The other women listen closely to what she has to say.

She continues: " The consequences of disobeying this clause would be dire. Have you been following these instructions John?"

"Yes, yes, I promise," he mumbles, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn't bothered to really read the contract beyond finding out how much money he'd be paid. Now it seems there were details in the smallprint that he should have made the effort to check.

"Well, we'll see won't we," says Barbara ominously. Gaby continues her study of his privates, hefting them in her hands to see if they contain two months worth of semen.

John tries to remember the last time he emptied his balls. In truth, with all the training prior to the competition he hasn't really had the time to satisfy his sexual needs. He hopes desperately there's enough sperm there to satisfy Barbara.

Barbara leans in to examine John's testicles herself. It's an inexact test - but Gaby has years of experience at judging the sperm content in men's testes.

"What do you think Gaby? Has he been abusing himself?" John's future rests in the stern woman's hands and she has to decide whether Tykey should continue to have him represent them, or if they should sue him for breach of contract.

"Hmmm," says Gaby, unsure. They do feel nice and plump - but as to whether there are two whole months worth or not she's not ready to say.

She doesn't want to risk making a mistake in front of Barbara - her professional opinion is on the line. So she takes her time, feeling and pressing his scrotum to ascertain how full his testicles are.

John continues to bite his lip, barely able to breath as he tensely awaits the verdict. He knows he's already in Tykey's bad books - he can't afford to do anything else to displease them.

The minutes tick by as Gaby checks over John's privates. The room is utterly silent and John's heart beats faster as the tension mounts.

It really doesn't feel to her like there's the right amount of semen in there. Trust John not to have been able to restrain himself. Given the importance, she asks Stacie for a second opinion.

Stacie has a feel of John's balls for herself. "I'm not sure," she says after a few minutes of jiggling them about, "there's definitely some in there - but they should be heavier with two months worth."

John's heart skips a beat. What happens if they decide he's broken yet another term in his contract with Tykey? Katia decides to feel for herself and takes hold of his scrotum along with Gaby who seeks to confirm Stacie's findings.

The women withdraw their hands and Gaby admits that the results are inconclusive. A man's sporting career is at stake - the women must come to a consensus.

Barbara walks around the terrified lad and explains the situation. "If he hasn't abstained for the required period then he will be disqualified."

"If that happens he'll have to compete again in two weeks time. In which case he won't be able to release for the next two weeks. A tall order given his apparent inability to control himself."

John looks at her tearfully. He's worked incredibly hard for this competition. The idea of having to do it all again in just a few weeks fills him with dread. Not to mention not being able to wank when he so desperately needs release.

"You can appreciate how important it is that we get this wrapped up today - one way or the other. Tykey needs to decide whether to continue allowing this young man to represent us." The seriousness of the situation is not lost on John.

The other women work together to try and come up with a definitive answer for Barbara. John gulps as he feels their hands all over his testicles, squeezing and pulling them about.

"What do you say Katia?" Barbara asks her colleague.

The younger woman has a good feel of John's testicles. Ignoring his obvious discomfort she makes no effort to rush, very slowly and methodically estimating their weight in her hand.

"Having felt John's testicles I think he may have been abusing himself," she pronounces finally.

"Well we'll see," says Barbara chillingly, "I've decided that we should employ more rigorous methods to test John's integrity. Gaby, would you pass me the probe?"

John wonders what's going on. What does she mean by more rigorous methods? He'll do anything to clear his name but doesn't like the way Katia is sniggering.

Gaby waves a metal object in front of him. He's never seen anything like it before and can't for the life of him work out what it is. Perhaps it's some sort of massager?

"Thank you," says Barbara as Gaby hands it to her, "we'll get to the bottom of this one way or another."

"An internal examination of John's anus is what's required. And if he passes then we'll consider his future with Tykey. If he fails then he'll be disqualified and we'll sue him for every penny he ever earns."

WHAT THE FUCK? John cannot believe his ears. Surely they don't mean to stick that metal thing into his arse? But something about Barbara's determined expression tells him that's exactly what they are going to do. It looks like things are about to get a whole lot more painful for the terrified swimmer.

PART 4: Standing naked, shivering and surrounded by the confident women, John is a nervous wreck. As if being stripped naked and studied wasn't bad enough, now Barbara is insisting on an anal examination. The long metal object in her hand makes him feel physically sick. But he's in no position to disobey - indeed his whole future depends on him being able to take whatever pain these powerful women decide to dish out.

John looks fearfully at the metal probe Barbara is holding. "Yes, this should do the trick!" She says brightly.

She slaps it against her hand. "Nice and solid - this should be able to penetrate even the most stubborn of anuses. Get on the table John."

Dreading what is about to happen, John clambers onto the examination table and the women get him into position with his exposed backside high in the air.

"So ladies, we shall proceed with an internal examination of John - the outcome of which will decide his fate." Her tone is deadly serious and John is reminded of just how much trouble he's in.

Having gone through so much already, it would be unbearable to fail now. If he can just pass this test then he might be forgiven for his stupid greed.

"Would you mind?" Asks Barbara, proffering the probe to Gaby to apply lubricant. Katia and Stacie watch expectantly.

"This is going to be a little uncomfortable John, you'd best prepare yourself." She can't help smirking a little as she says it thinking that a little pain is what this arrogant young man deserves.

"If you could hold the subject in position, we can begin." John clenches his hands together tightly and grits his teeth trying to steel himself for having his anus probed.

She touches the tip of the probe against John's sphincter and he winces at the cold, unyielding touch of the metal.

To John, his backside is a private area that nobody should touch. He feels deeply ashamed at having to consent to such an invasive procedure.

"And we push the rod in like so..." Barbara explains as she presses it into John. Katia gasps at the sight, never having witnessed a man being penetrated before.

She looks down at John, wondering what is going through his mind. She imagines it must be hell for such a proud athlete. Meanwhile he braces himself as he feels the probe enter him.

Barbara encounters resistance as John's sphincter clenches to try and stop the object from going any further.

She presses harder, determined to get past his defence and get the whole length inside. The rest of the women cluster round and watch intently.

"You can see that John is trying to fight it. This is a perfectly normal reaction but one which we will overcome," Barbara explains to her colleague.

John's face contorts with pain. The solid probe being jammed inside him feels like a knife being driven into his guts. He knows he should let Barbara carry out her test, but his body has tensed up instinctively.

"All it takes is a little more pressure and..."

"...we're in!" John yelps as the steel rod is driven all the way in up to the handle.

He tries to stifle his moans but the agony of being penetrated is too much. The pain is like nothing he's ever experienced before.

Having broken through the barrier, Barbara slides the probe in and out to test his responsiveness.

She's very experienced at administering this type of test and never fails to bend even the most resistant subjects to her will.

She moves the probe around so that it stretches his sphincter and touches all sides of his anal cavity.

Watching an expert at work is fascinating for the others - they happily ignore John's moans of discomfort.

Barbara skilfully twists and turns the probe around, knowing when she has hit her mark by the muffled cries of John.

"Aaargh!" He calls out as the metal rod is once again driven deep inside him. The feelings of pain are only matched by the humiliation of the procedure being carried out in front of so many women.

Somehow it would have been more bearable if it were done in private. But here, on full display, it's all the more embarrassing. Hot tears sting his eyes with the shame of it all.

"I'm surprised John gave in so easily. Perhaps his trainer should devote some time to improving his anal control. I would have expected an athlete of his calibre to offer more resistance."

"Still, I suppose we can't expect too much from someone so young and inexperienced." Her words cut John to the quick and for the first time he feels like he has failed at something.

As the probe is pressed into him yet again, John wishes desperately he hadn't been so greedy. He's aware that he has no-one else but himself to blame for his predicament. "Gaby, would you check John's penis for me?"

He buries his face in his arms to try and prevent the sounds coming from his mouth. He's had enough of his privates being manhandled by Gaby. But what choice does he have?

"Let me know if it becomes engorged. Sometimes stimulation of the prostate can have that effect," says Barbara.

Gaby reaches under and grabs hold of John's penis to check it. It feels very strange to him to have his genitals touched while being penetrated like this.

Gaby pulls on it causing a tingling sensation in his balls. The combination of pleasure and pain is almost overpowering.

"It feels normal to me," says Gaby eventually, "but I'll check periodically to see if anything changes."

"I think I'm pretty much done with the probe," says Barbara, "useful as it is, there's only so much it can tell us."

To John's immense relief she withdraws the metal rod from his backside. But the burning sensation remains and his arse feels red-raw. "Sometimes it's simply easiest to use one's finger," she continues, "Stacie - would you like to do the honours?"

Not needing to be asked twice, Stacie takes her finger and starts to slide it into John's bottom. She's keen to show Tykey's representatives that The Games officials are ready to assist in any way necessary.

"Have a good feel around," suggests Barbara, "see if there's anything out of the ordinary."

Even though her finger is a lot slimmer than the medical probe, it still hurts John's tender anus.

She drives it in right up to the knuckle. It's all the more humiliating to be probed by one of the women he sees every day. He won't be able to look Stacie in the eye again.

He flinches as he feels her digit moving around inside him. He's used to enduring a lot as part of his training, but nothing as thoroughly demeaning as this.

Gaby watches as her colleague invades John's anal cavity. She hopes that this experience will alter John's attitude and make him more obedient in future.

"I think I'll check John's penis again - see if he's managing to control himself."

She walks around quickly and grasps John's member. He gulps, remembering how it felt last time and not looking forward to experiencing that sensation again.

Sure enough as she tugs on it the strange feelings start up deep inside him. It's all so confusing and it makes his head spin.

"Why don't you check his testicles Katia. Perhaps now we'll be able to tell if he has been abusing himself or not." Katia does as Barbara suggests and squeezes John's balls.

With a finger in his bottom, his penis being stretched and his testicles prodded it's all getting too much for the young lad.

Even when Gaby releases him the combined attentions of Katia and Stacie overwhelm him. "It all feels normal to me," says Stacie after what feels like a lifetime to John.

She withdraws her finger and Barbara finally allows him to get off of the table. He clambers off awkwardly, still dazed by his experiences.

He totters on his feet, barely able to stand. His backside throbs from being penetrated and he is unable to focus on the people around him. He hopes desperately that his ordeal will at last be over. But Barbara looks down at his penis and testicles - she has other ideas...

PART 5: John is a beaten man. The cocky youngster has learned a very important lesson about how things work in the world of big business. He's been reduced to a quivering wreck by his experiences at the hands of the imperious women. He has one chance at redemption - by proving that he hasn't been spilling his semen for the two months dictated by his contract. But in order to do this he is going to have to submit to yet more indignities.

John breathes out, puffing up his cheeks - exhausted by everything he's had to endure so far. He can tell by the way the women are staring at him that they're not done yet.

"So John, I'll ask you again. Have you masturbated in the last two months?" Barbara is keen to get this wrapped up soon - she has an important meeting at Tykey to go to in an hour.

"No. No! I promise," John's voice almost breaks he's so desperate for them to believe him. He realises that his whole future depends on it.

"Well I'm afraid I have to be 100% certain. Ladies - would you mind having one more look?" Katia and Gaby obligingly begin to examine John's penis and testicles.

It should be clearer after the anal probing whether he's been abusing himself or not. Gaby hopes he hasn't as it would reflect badly on The Games as a whole.

John bites his lip again. Every time the women get close to his privates he finds himself getting aroused. It's all the pent up sexual frustration from his abstinence and he has no control over it. But he's determined to try extra hard this time.

"John, your penis appears to be thickening," says Gaby, looking up at him accusingly. "Erm, well, I'm trying... but," John mumbles.

Gaby tuts. "Well don't think that any of your nonsense can deter us from finding the truth!" She says and carries on, squeezing his penis in her hand to emphasise her words.

"This has already taken up too much of my time," says Barbara testily, "if we cannot get a definitive answer soon then we're just going to have to pursue the legal options."

John looks at her with concern. He realises his time is running out and starts to sweat with the intense pressure.

Gaby stares intently at John's penis. it doesn't look like he's been playing with it - but she doesn't want to risk making a mistake and giving Barbara the wrong information.

Although not an expert, Katia is happy to help out and feels john's testicles to see how full they are. They are certainly heavy - but do they contain two months worth of semen?

Gaby ignores the fact that John's penis is becoming increasingly engorged. As long as he doesn't try to stop her from performing her examination she's willing to overlook his selfish behaviour on this occasion.

Stacie watches with concern. Like Gaby, she knows that if John lets them down again it'll sour their relationship with Tykey. There's a lot riding on this.

John watches helplessly as his penis becomes fully erect in Gaby's grip. He knows he's making a show of himself but he simply cannot stop it.

Katia cannot decide whether he is telling the truth or not. But his testicles do seem to be moving around in his scrotum when she touches them.

Gaby pushes his erect member out of the way so she can get a better look at his testicles. Having already embarrassed himself, John is well aware that any further infraction would be unforgivable.

Gaby releases his penis and it flops down heavily under its own weight. She prods the tip, constantly on the lookout for any signs of him having abused himself.

His damn penis keeps getting in the way and makes it difficult for her to carry out her assessment! When this is over she'll be having harsh words with this young man about his poor self-control.

"John could you please try and control yourself while I carry out this test!" She says peevishly, "You're well aware what's at stake."

Barbara sighs, irritated that even now John is allowing himself to become aroused when he should be worried about passing the test.

Gaby gives his balls another squeeze unwittingly sending little waves of pleasure through John's body.

He gulps. Although fully aware of the seriousness of the situation, he is finding himself getting closer and closer to orgasm. He must hold off until the women are finished. Then get a cold shower to calm himself down!

He looks away, trying to distract himself from the women fussing around him. Trying to ignore the tickling sensation of their delicate hands on his private parts. The pressure continues to build and he's almost in tears.

The women carry on regardless, unaware that everything they do is stimulating him and taking him closer and closer to the edge.

An impressed Katia watches the skilful way the other woman manhandles John's penis. Gaby has handled the penises of many top athletes - it's all in a day's work for her.

John's breathing quickens as he realises he's come to the point of no return. It doesn't matter that what he's about to do will get him into a lot of trouble. He simply cannot contain the feelings inside any longer.

He lets out an involuntary moan as the orgasm takes hold of him, his mind temporarily empty of any other thoughts.

"Oh dear!" Exclaims Katia as a thick blob of semen erupts from John's penis. She wasn't expecting that.

Barbara too is horrified - unable to believe that this appalling young man has so little control over his base instincts. She's never seen anything like it in her life.

Although deeply guilty, John is unable to stop now he's started to ejaculate and more and more sperm flies out of the end. Gaby can't help but grin - it looks like John has provided the answer to their question himself!

Her grin turns into a scowl however when some of the viscous liquid dribbles down onto her hand. How dare he cover her in his filth!

"You disgusting creature!" She exclaims loudly. But John is beyond caring - experiencing a massive sense of release after all this time.

His full-to-bursting balls empty themselves all over Gaby's hand and John breathes out a huge sigh of relief.

Stacie is appalled - John has let them all down, not to mention himself. She can tell by the stony look on Barbara's face that the powerful businesswoman is not impressed.

Katia can't help but laugh at the ridiculous sight of the athlete stood there with semen running down his erect penis and with a gormless expression on his face.

"So John, you thought you'd be clever and show us how much semen you had saved up did you?" Says Barbara. "Well I have ways of dealing with dirty young men like you."

Gaby wipes the sticky mess off her hand onto John's stomach, trying to contain her fury at him.

John covers his face, the enormity of what he's just done suddenly hitting him. He can see his sporting dreams going down the pan.

"Come with me young man, I'll show you what happens to Tykey's sportsmen who bring shame onto the brand."

She grabs John by the ear like a naughty boy and turns the distraught man around.

She bends him over so his exposed backside is up in the air and easily accessible.

Determined to show him just how disappointed in him she is, Barbara raises her hand in the air then swings it down onto his unprotected buttocks.

She smacks him hard causing him to yelp with the unexpected pain of it.

She lifts her hand again, this time aiming for his other cheek.

The slapping sound echoes around the room and can be clearly heard out in the corridor. John whimpers pitifully but is unable to do anything to stop it.

Katia can't help but giggle to see the proud man bent over and smacked. Even Gaby has to grin. Maybe John will finally realise the error of his ways.

SMACK! The agony of Barbara's blows makes him feel even more wretched and helpless.

But he knows he deserves this punishment for his lack of self-control. It doesn't make it any easier to bear though.

"Maybe next time you'll think twice before trying to be clever and wasting all our time," admonishes Barbara as she dishes out his chastisement.

Eventually she decides he has had enough and allows him to stand up. The cowed athlete looks round disconsolately at his glowing backside. How is he going to explain this to his teammates in the changing rooms?

His buttocks feel hot to the touch and throb uncomfortably. One thing's for certain - he won't forget what happened today in a hurry.

The redness on his buttocks will fade but his experiences in the chilly, stark examination room will stay with him for life.

"Well John, I'm pleased to say that despite your stupidity and appalling behaviour today, I shall be recommending to Tykey that we keep you on. At a greatly reduced rate of course. After all, your value has plummeted after today's 'outburst'."

John groans inwardly. His dreams of expensive cars and big houses are over. He'll have to work just as hard as ever but for far less money. And he now realises that he belongs to Barbara and Tykey and they can demand whatever they want of him at any time. Indeed, Barbara is already thinking of a few more good uses she can put this hunky swimmer to...

The Games: John Naylor