The Initiation
St. John's private school in London has a proud tradition going back centuries. Some of the most powerful men in the country have passed through its hallowed halls. The snobbish boys of the school maintain an elite secret society that only grants a select few members to join its ranks every year. Those who are chosen will be granted privilege and positions of power, but the initiation is not for the fainthearted.
No women may enter the gateway to St John's. The strictly all-male environment is protected from female distractions. The boys inside denied all contact with women, leaving them hopelessly inexperienced and naïve.
Jonathan and Phillip lead a cloaked and blindfolded figure up to a Rolls Royce that has been instructed to wait for them.
They roughly push the covered lad into the backseat.
The boys make no attempt to hide what it is they are doing. No one would dare question them.
The car speeds away with the captive boy having no idea what the destination will be.
Geraint sits patiently beneath the billowing cloak without being able to see anything. He tries to control his trembling and listen for any sounds that will give him clues about where they are going.
"You should consider yourself lucky boy; only the lucky few are chosen to be in the Fullingdon Club." Jonathan sneers at the pathetic initiate thinking the standard of candidates gets worse every year.
"We've had royalty, prime ministers, members of parliament, millionaires and mayors pass through our ranks over time."
"Do you think a vile little scrote like you could live up to such a reputation?" He loves the rush he feels on these days, the absolute power of making snivelling young lowlifes like this cower before him and obey his every command.
Geriant can barely speak his throat is dry and his voice is shaky. "Thank you sir, I hope so Sir." He tries to harden himself up.
"We will see," he says authoritatively. "Today you shall be put to the test. If you pass we may consider taking your pledge under consideration."
"Thank you sir, I hope so Sir," he says hastily.
"But let us not get too carried away! The initiation is ruthless and it filters out weak and undesirable maggots." From the tone of Jonathan's voice it's as if he's already decided this is exactly what Geriant is.
"Only those of strong character may become a Fullingdon Man!" Phillip haughtily adds.
"You understand what is needed of you boy?"
"Yes sir," he responds instantly. He's been studying the society's charter carefully for weeks.
"A Fullingdon pledge must prove himself worthy to the club by impressing his superiors in a way that shows his ability to stand proud above inferior beings, demonstrating unwavering devotion to the Fullingdon rules of elitism, sir."
The imposing car speeds through the city.
Jonathan counters, "It is easy to rehearse the pledge maggot, but only a Fullingdon man can act it out when it is expected of him."
"Do you know every word of our glorious song boy?"
Geraint starts singling lustily, "Father Abraham had seven…"
Jonathan instantly cuts him short, "Not now you pathetic child! Sing it when we tell you!" His voice thunders in the car silencing the terrified boy.
Being far enough away from the school, Jonathan feels it's now safe to remove the blindfold. They are no longer in the salubrious parts of town they are familiar with. There is no danger of Geraint recognising where he is.
The luxurious car is beginning to look out of place in the shoddy neighbourhood.
Geriant's stomach is churning and his nerves feel painfully alert. He looks around him nervously. This isn't Knightsbridge! Or even Mayfair! The gloomy concrete high rises and cheap fast food shops are totally alien to Geraint. "Where ARE we?" he asks.
"Not that it is any business of yours but we are in the poorest part of London. These are the filthy commoners that must be kept under control."
The Rolls Royce pulls up outside a particularly grim building sandwiched between run-down looking blocks of flats.
Jonathan gets out - they have arrived at their destination.
Geriant bows his head and obediently follows. Chills run up his spine as his naked feet touch the filthy pavement.
The boys briskly lead him on, surveying the grim surroundings and trying to hold their breath from inhaling the stink.
Jonathan and Phillip confidently lead the shy boy into the corridor of a community hall.
Geriant feels his breath catching in his throat. He keeps his head down too frightened and ashamed to meet the gaze of anyone he should happen to pass. Phillip feels an adrenaline rush prodding on his shuffling captive.
Three local girls are hanging in a stairwell.
They look upon the boys who are obviously out of place with absolute disdain.
Geriant is piercingly aware of how they gaze at him with disgust and he feels his heart race as he passes by them.
The girls brazenly stare after the uppity toffs climbing the stairs wondering what the hell is up with that strangely-dressed one in the middle. Whoever they are they've obviously stumbled into the wrong neighbourhood.
Young pledge Geraint is terrified as he's led through the dilapidated council estate's community centre by the bullying frat brothers. There's a stink to the place like nothing he's encountered before and he's disgusted he has to walk over the filthy floor in his bare feet. Now that they've passed the tough looking girls in the stairwell he feels mortified that such lowly people will be judging and sneering at him.
The Fullingdon leaders march their pledge Geraint upstairs. The boy hangs his head too frightened and ashamed to look up at anyone they might pass.
He keeps the voluminous robe wrapped tightly around his body. With no idea where he's being led or who he'll meet, Geraint finds it difficult not to visibly tremble in front of the proud fraternity boys.
Jonathan orders, "Now choose the room you will perform in."
Geraint meekly looks at the ominous corridor filled with multiple doors.
Slowly he walks down looking at the signs. This one makes him think about a room full of people using him for punching practice.
He bows his head and keeps going.
Jonathan and Phillip follow behind intimidating the boy to make a choice. As head boy of the Fullingdon Club, Jonathan loves watching cretins like this trembling and agonizing over what choice to make.
Geraint's pulse is beating faster and faster. He's hyper-aware of the boys eyes drilling into him urging him to make up his mind.
He looks in the window and shudders at the thought of what might happen to him in there.
He comes upon the last door and can't believe his eyes. He glances at the Fullingdon boys thinking he's found a way out of humiliating himself in front of strangers.
Choosing this door he boldly walks in. Jonathan and Phillip burst out laughing knowing he's made a mistake.
He can hear their laughter and gets a sinking feeling in his gut.
Three cleaners are taking an extended break, smoking in a corner of the room with the window open so as not to upset the fire alarms.
He's aware the Fullingdon boys are just outside the door and won't let him leave until he's completed the mission they've given him. There's no way out now.
The cleaners spot him and are amused by this bizarre sight which has wandered into their room.
One drops her broom.
It clatters to the floor startling the frightened boy.
He looks up at them horrified to discover that he's now trapped in a room with common cleaning women.
This is their territory which he's stumbled into. They look him up and down making him feel very small and ridiculous.
His heart is thumping wildly in his chest as he pushes himself to do what he's been ordered to. Quietly he begins singing, "Father Abraham had seven sons, had seven sons, had Father Abraham and they never laughed…"
"and they never cried…"
He fumbles forgetting the words. The commanding voices of Jonathan and Phillip come through the door urging him on.
"all they did was go like this.. With the right arm..." he hangs his head low while miserably pushing his arm out to perform the action.
He shuffles back and forth trying to recall what comes next. He can feel his underarms and chest dampening with sweat as the adrenaline races through his body.
"Erm…" he glances up at the women who are staring at him in disbelief. All the words are jangling in his head and he can't spit them out.
"You are a disgrace! Strip naked and sing, worm!" Jonathan demands through the door.
He obeys instantly, but feels the butterflies fluttering in his stomach as he undoes the tie of his cloak.
Awkwardly he shrugs off the enormous cape and feels the cool air covering his near naked body.
He lets it fall to the floor.
He's terrified at how exposed he now is and quickly tries to remember the words so he can recite the song and get out of here as fast as possible.
He's intensely aware that the women are all chuckling and murmuring to each other. He knows he's supposed to shed this last layer but his hands are trembling and he can't make them pull down his underwear.
The boys shout through the door for him to do it.
The cleaners spot his bottom and burst into laughter.
He drops his head. All his life he's felt privileged and respected. This must be the lowest moment of his life.
He can feel his heartbeat thundering in his ears, but he takes a deep breath and pulls down the tight briefs.
The women audibly gasp as his penis comes into view.
Geraint wants to crouch on the floor and hide in shame.
With fumbling movements he steps out of his underwear leaving him completely naked.
In horror he looks up at the cleaning women staring at his exposed body. This is the first time that women have ever seen him fully naked.
Painfully he continues on with his mission and sings, "Father Abraham had seven sons, had seven sons, had Father Abraham and they never laughed…"
His voice cracks as he hoarsely continues, "and they never cried, all they did was go like this…"
The women laugh to each other and look the handsome young lad up and down. He feels very small and powerless before them.
"With the right arm and the left arm.." he continues and tries to step forward making the motions that go with the song, but his foot lands on a bit of the floor that's still wet from where they mopped it.
He slips and goes crashing to the floor right before the women's eyes.
Humiliated and disgusted to be sprawled naked on the floor, he can hear the women laughing more loudly than ever at him.
They shake their heads in disbelief at this clumsy naked boy who must be insane.
He rises up so he's on his hands and knees, cowering before the women staring down at him.
He blushes and feels disgusted that he should be such a ridiculous spectacle in front of these common women.
Painfully he stands up naked before them while they continue to laugh and mock and look at him up and down.
His body which has been privileged and pampered his whole life is now completely exposed. Every inch of his body feels sensitive and alive under such scrutiny and he can't believe what is happening to him.
Wealthy privileged schoolboy Geraint stands fully naked before the highly amused cleaning women who are on a break. This is the ultimate test that generations of the Fullingdon Club have had to endure to enter into their exalted ranks. And this is the crucial moment that will determine whether he passes or fails.
This is the most intense, erotically-charged and terrifying moment of Geraint's young life. The women look him up and down laughing. He wants more than anything to pick up his clothes and slink aware in shame.
Phillip and Jonathan peer through the meshed glass enjoying the spectacle.
"Show the hags your cock!" Phillip yells through the door.
Geraint feels an electric jolt through his body as the women's attention is drawn to his penis.
Obediently he lifts the floppy embarrassing thing for them to look at.
He raises his tight little balls and offers the whole package for them to examine.
His cheeks are burning. He's always been careful about keeping his body covered. Even in the locker room of the exclusive sports club his parents belong to, he undresses with a towel wrapped tight around his waist.
Now his prized genitals are dangling in the naked air.
The women smile gleefully taking in the fine young masculine body and healthy cock and balls on display.
They eagerly huddle forward for a closer look.
Terrified, he tries to stop himself trembling as he sees their eager faces leaning in so close to his naked body.
Rach hasn't seen one so tender and fresh for quite some time. Louise and Lynn are enraptured by the fleecy bush and the way his penis points out so enticingly. His penis unexpectedly twitches with their intense staring.
Lynn bursts out laughing surprised at the sudden movement. "It's alive!"
"Girls, I think this is some kind of posh boys prank," Rach says.
"Ain't this what happened last year as well?" Lynn wonders aloud. Rach laughs along with her.
Young Louise looks confused wondering what the women are talking about. She's fairly new to the job.
The two other cleaning ladies laugh and look at her knowingly. "What's going on?" Lou asks.
Jonathan bangs on the door getting the attention of everyone in the room.
"Poke him with your mops!" he encourages them.
Lynn immediately likes the idea, sticking out her broom to jab his taught chest.
Louise feels a rush of excitement as she boldly sticks the naked boy in the side as well.
The women laugh heartily as she reaches around to pat his bare behind.
The Fullingdon Club boys watch from the corridor finding the ridiculous sight hilarious.
Lynn sticks him again harder.
They feel an excited rush as a group ganging up on the helpless naked boy.
Quickly they prod him from all sides, sticking him in his tender ribs and whacking his soft flesh.
Geraint is mortified by the sharp stabs coming at him from all sides making him feel like an animal in a cage being mercilessly bullied.
The women's sharp high-pitched laughter rings in his ears as Louise traces the lines of his defined muscular body.
They move in closer making Geraint shuffle backwards as the women grow bolder jabbing and nudging him excitedly.
"Show them your arse hole boy!" Phillip shouts out.
"He wouldn't, would he?!" Louise says in astonishment, but the other women just laugh knowingly. Geraint blushes deeper and feels his stomach twist painfully. He must follow their every order.
He steps up to a table while the women watch in anticipation.
His heart thunders in his chest as he bends over and pushes his arse out. Already the women shriek with laughter.
He pulls his arse cheek revealing his hairy tight arse hole.
The women scream in delight staring at his tender opening.
Rach has an urge to jab this frightened boy’s ripe bottom.
She points the broom directly at his hole with Lynn and Louise cheering her on.
She decides to go instead for the soft plump cheek of his arse.
Louise is amazed and delighted having never seen a man's arse hole before.
He feels the mop handle stab into his arse.
His hand trembles as he continues to pull his arse open as ordered.
He feels more embarrassed and exposed than he has ever felt in his life and these women are lapping up every second of his humiliation.
He turns away upset that he must allow these cleaning women to do whatever they want to his body.
Lynn gives his bottom a hard smack.
She lets her hand rest on his warm round cheek.
Lynn squeezes it like a ripe piece of fruit.
Howling laughter comes through the door as the boys eagerly watch the shameful spectacle unfold.
Jonathan is pissing himself laughing, while Phillip finds the sight of the excited domineering women having their way with the naked boy very erotic.
Geraint's cheeks are so tender they take on a pink hue from just a couple smacks and jabs from the mop.
He grits his teeth, the effort from holding his arse open for the women's amusement feeling like a strain he can't maintain. The prolonged exposure combined with their indomitable female laughter is crushing his pride.
Geraint's knees are shaking with fear at being made to expose his naked body totally to the intrigued cleaning ladies. Having sussed out what's happening here with the belligerent fraternity brothers issuing orders from behind the door, the ladies are now eager to get involved with taking advantage of this young naïve toff.
"Look at the state of him, girls!" Rach says pointing at the lad's spread arse.
"Dirty knees and hands!"
Her mature confident voice booms in Geraint's ears. He can feel the women's eyes studying his naked body and the exposed pink bud of his hole.
"Shall I clean him up, Rach?" Lou offers.
"No," Rach responds authoritatively.
"Let him do it." The women nod and grin.
Geraint flushes with embarrassment. To be caught naked by these lower-class women and that his flawless milky skin should be criticised is intolerable!
Rach reaches into the mop bucket wetting an old rag in some dirty water.
She stares down the frightened naked boy enjoying the feeling of power she feels over him.
She aims at his bare chest and throws the sodden rag with an amount of power that surprises young Geraint.
It hits him powerfully, stinging his chest. But more than the physical pain, he feels embarrassed and angry that a woman of such low class should do something so degrading to him.
Jonathan laughs heartily at his expense.
"Now," Rach orders. "Wash yourself!"
He bends down and retrieves the dirty rag trembling with embarrassment and anger about the way he's being treated.
The women laugh mockingly as he begins scrubbing himself with the filthy thing. He resents the way their eyes linger so freely on his crotch and is made incredibly aware of his penis hanging out in the open.
As he rubs the disgustingly cold damp thing over his bare skin he feels every inch of him shivering at being turned into this naked figure of ridicule.
He's used to bathing privately in a luxurious marble bathroom with plush warm towels to dry himself with. And, now, here he is standing in the middle of a stark public room bathing himself with scummy water wrung from the cleaners' mops.
Watching from the window, Phillip thinks debasing himself in front of rabble like this must be the most disgraceful thing imaginable.
The brownish water is kicked towards him so he can soak his rag again.
"Make sure your balls are clean!" Louise boldly points out.
"Crouch down," she commands. She's taken very quickly to issuing orders to this smug posh boy.
Cringing and staring down into the rank water the boy makes himself stand over the bucket.
He hunches down, aware of his exposed arse cheeks parting over the bucket of water.
The women eagerly huddle around to get a good look at him scrubbing those tight little eggs between his legs.
Repulsed and ashamed he rubs at his sensitive balls.
The women laugh uproariously making Geraint want to curl up and die from shame.
He looks up to see Lynn taking a good eyeful of his dripping cock and balls, noticing how pretty she is for the first time.
The youngest cleaner is equally quite attractive. It horrifies him even more that he'd feel a twinge of desire for these common women and that they should have such power over him.
The boys are mesmerized by just how debased and perverted this is becoming. It's working out better than expected.
The women are circling around the crouched naked boy like vultures.
They hiss with laughter and look at each other with pride at what they've caused.
Compounded with the women's laughter all around him, Geraint can hear his new "brothers" cackling in the corridor.
On the brink of tears, he continues rubbing at his dangling shrunken privates.
Lynn ruffles his hair making him blush further, frightened of what these women may do to him next.
They have so quickly taken absolute control of him, commanding him with a power he didn't expect such women to possess.
Rach grabs her now cool cup of coffee from the table.
She also takes the fag she was smoking earlier and drops it onto the floor in front of the cowering boy.
Lynn and Lou laugh encouraging her on and eager to see what the wise older lady will make him do next.
She tips her cold coffee onto the floor soaking the cigarette and making a horrible mess.
Geraint is so terrified he can’t even look up when he hears the sound of the liquid splashing onto the floor.
She peers down at the crouched naked form as he scrubs dutifully at his genitals and tries to block her out.
Rach steps on the cigarette and wets her shoe in the coffee.
"Clean it up," she orders. "With your tongue." She's radiant with her power over him wanting nothing more at this moment than to make this innocent naked boy squirm in absolute service to her.
She balances the sodden broken cigarette on her shoe.
Shyly he looks up at her foot while hearing the women laughing around him.
Phillip's eyes blaze in excitement at this new sadistic way of making their naked charge serve.
Jonathan thinks this is the most wretchedly debased thing he's ever seen and he loves it.
Just the sight of this common woman's shoe covered with the filthy stuff makes him sick to his stomach. But with the women crowding around him, pushing him on and the boys in the hall watching he doesn't see what he can do to escape this filthy degrading chore.
Geraint can scarcely believe the degrading depths to which he's sunk in such a short period of time. This morning he woke up in a rich feather bed and had his breakfast cooked by a chef in his family's palatial home. And now he's fully naked and being ordered to lick stale coffee and cigarette butts from an old cleaning woman's shoe. It seems like a nightmare, but it is all too terrifyingly real.
Having just been ordered to lick clean the woman's shoe, Geraint stares at the vile thing in horror with his wet genitals still dripping into the mop bucket.
This whole experience will have been for nothing if he doesn't comply so with painful slowness he crawls forward, the cleaning ladies' laughter ringing in his ears.
He bends down with his face aflame and his heart racing at the vileness of what he's about to do.
As his lips make contact with the filthy shoe, Lynn bursts out laughing unable to believe that he's actually going through with it.
Rach stares down at the naked pup snivelling at her feet while feeling tremendously satisfied and powerful.
With a wrenching pain in his gut, the boy sticks his tongue out to taste the spilled coffee and dirt on her shoe.
The sour/sickening taste assaults his senses along with the stale/sweaty scent of the hard working woman's feet.
He tightens his lips against it, fighting the urge to heave and break down in tears at the shame of this degrading task.
Rach stares down severely at him thinking over and over 'Do it you filthy boy.'
He pokes his tongue out again knowing he's being watched closely on all sides by the women and boys behind the door.
Louise feels an excited tingling she didn't expect watching the naked boy grovelling at the woman's feet.
He recoils thinking he's done enough, but Rach holds her foot up expectantly.
With horrifying awareness it dawns on him that he's not just expected to just lick it, but bathe the dirty shoe thoroughly using his tongue and consume the broken cigarette stub. His stomach turns in revulsion.
He feels very small and is aware of how low he is, knobbly knees digging into the hard floor and the women cracking up with laughter above him.
He cleans the shoe with his tongue tasting the foul coffee that coats his mouth and throat.
Nearly choking he opens his mouth and takes a mouthful of the cigarettes, chewing and swallowing the sodden crumpled paper and tobacco.
The women are aghast and falling into fits of laughter while the trembling boy heaves and tries to stop himself from being sick.
Phillip and Jonathan are in hysterics and can't believe it's gone so far. They can't imagine doing anything so low and demeaning.
"What a mess you've made," Rach chides the young man.
Geraint looks up at her with watery eyes, his cheeks burning scarlet and his throat clogged with the foul stuff.
"Mop it up!"
Geraint bows his head feeling like he's unable to take any more. The women crowd around him, standing tall above him.
Seeing him hesitate, Lynn grabs his ear and twists it cruelly.
With ease, she drags him forward so he's scuttling naked on his hands and knees.
His knees sting as he clambers forward and his whole body is wracked with pain so that he's unable to fight.
His nostrils fill with the stink of foul mop water.
The boys are on tenterhooks shocked at how sadistic these women are.
His face is plunged into the disgusting bucket.
He blinks rapidly with the dirty water dripping off from his hot embarrassed face.
The boys nearly piss themselves laughing. They are impressed; this is way more demeaning than anything they could have thought up to do to him.
Lynn confidently pulls him by the hair towards the spilt coffee on the floor.
Geraint is gasping for air and his limbs are trembling as he's tugged about like an animal.
She rubs his face and hair across the floor and into the puddle of old coffee.
The women laugh seeing his sweet features soiled.
Encouraged by the women's laughter Lynn grips him hard by the hair and really mashes his face into the floor.
Lynn is surprised at how much she's getting off on wiping the floor with the young man's face, using him as a mop.
"Good job Lynn! Now he's got to polish the table."
Lynn cleans his head as she would her mop now that she's used him to soak up the puddle on the floor, dunking his head into the foul water again.
Leading him by the ear she pulls him up enjoying how the naked young man scrambles to follow.
Geraint is exhausted and frightened by the malicious power these women have shown him.
Lynn grins excitedly ready to get some real entertainment from this terrified youth that has fallen into their laps.
He tentatively takes hold of the polish and wonders if they'll now make him clean the table till it shines.
Instead Lynn goes to grab the bottle from his trembling hands.
Shocked and frightened, Geraint drops the bottle too nervous to even think about what she wants him to do now.
"You have to use your own polish," Lynn says meaningfully.
She points at his cock. There's a serious silence in the room and he's aware of the women all waiting expectantly, his firm balls and tender penis the centre of all their attention.
Geraint has a very sensitive nose. Now that the ladies have made him wash his cock and balls with a filthy rag and dunked his head in the bucket of mop water, his nose is filled with the smell of cleaning products, the common community centre and his own body. This makes him even more sharply aware of how naked and exposed his body is before these women who are crowding close to him demanding that he clean for them - as if he were their new slave.
Dripping wet, Geraint wonders what they mean when they say he has to use his own polish on the table.
Lou holds the bottle of polish against his cock comparing the size and making the other ladies burst out laughing.
"It don't look like he's got enough to polish the whole table! It's tiny!"
Lou notices how wet his cock still is from when he cleaned it earlier and decides to give it a good strong shake.
She enjoys how his silky foreskin slips back and forth over his tender pink head.
Rach is proud of the girl for showing such initiative taking this poncy lad in hand.
Phillip and Jonathan are mesmerized at what the women are doing to him. The thought of being touched so intimately by common folk like this disgusts Jonathan.
Lynn likes the look of his fresh young cock and reaches to help shake his member dry.
While Lou is stroking and rubbing his cock she feels it quickly grow in her hand.
Lynn wraps her fingers around his firm balls feeling the droplets of water caught in his fleecy pubes.
Geraint's cheeks blush feeling the women touching him so intimately and feeling how his body is reacting to them against his will.
His sensitive penis hardens quickly under the women's rough groping and squeezing.
Their hands greedily explore his privates.
He can smell the thick scent of their female bodies and their cigarette breath so close to him.
No one has ever touched him this intimately. He always wanted his first time to be special, but instead he finds his precious genitals being mauled by these greedy plebeian women.
The boys spy through the misty glass in the doorway that their pervy little initiate is actually growing excited from this.
Geriant grows even more horrified hearing his potential "brothers" laughing at his shameful display.
He curses his wretched body for reacting to the stimulating effects from such women.
Yet he can't deny that being handled in this way feels so incredibly good! He blushes deeply in confusion.
Rach gazes at him longingly, such a handsome young man in his prime, so well-bred and healthy.
Geriant's blood is racing and he feels pricks of sweat breaking out on his forehead with the tension. He tries to stop himself from growing any more excited.
The women smile at his lack of self-control. The young master has grown such a large thick hard on. What a pervert he is!
"Now spray your polish!" Rach demands.
He grabs hold of his stiff cock and immediately strokes it following her order.
He's so incredibly turned on he couldn't stop himself if he tried. The hot semen rises up so quickly.
His body is wracked with pleasure as cum explodes out of his cock.
The women watch feeling incredibly turned on and pleased they've excited him to this point.
The milky sperm sprays across the table before their eyes.
Geriant moans loudly with the dizzying sensation. Never in all his secret fumbling under the bed sheets has pleasuring himself felt this good.
His body tenses and all his muscles work in tandem to bring himself off and cover the table with spunk just as he's been ordered.
It sprays with such power the women can barely believe it, their eyes fixed on his aching cock sending wave after wave of sperm flying.
A large puddle of his mess soaks the table surface.
Geriant can barely catch his breath. He's covered in sweat and the dirty mop water and feels so thoroughly ashamed about what he's done.
Rach pulls one of her old rags out of her pocket.
She shoves it in the lad's mouth while he's still clutching his dripping hard cock.
Lou aggressively pushes his head down to the table.
The astonished lad feels his face being dragged back and forth over the surface polishing it under her firm grip.
He's crushed by the demeaning feeling of being used like a rag to wipe up the product of his own feverish excitement.
He stares down in horror, the soiled rag clogging his mouth, his body trembling in revulsion.
"Oh dear," Lynn says looking at his features covered in sweat and dirt as well as his cock still leaking cum.
"Looks like you need to clean up again."
The guys bray with laughter. This is classic, unforgettable! Wait till the other lads hear about this!
The group of young girls watch the two boys from the corridor doorway. They were drawn here when they heard the loud obnoxious laughter coming from somewhere on their turf. They are not amused. And they have plans of their own...
What seemed like an embarrassing task for Geraint has quickly become something much more serious. The continued and sustained power with which these women dominate him is impressing how weak and lowly he really is compared to these wilful ladies. Their humiliating tasks are branding him with a permanent mark of shame, a stamp of ownership that he now belongs to them.
Lynn holds the shocked naked young man by his hair, making him look at the table he just polished with his own cum.
The group of women are giddy with their power, wanting to control and dominate the handsome naked lad more. Lynn drags him back to the filthy mop bucket.
Geraint has had enough, every muscle in his body resists letting his head be plunged into the stinking water again.
Seeing him disobey and resist them, the women band together each laying a hand on him and pushing him down. They'll wash his dirty face in the bucket because they want to; what he wants doesn't matter.
The women submerge his proud face in the filthy water. In shock he unconsciously breathes in, tasting the putrid dirty liquid.
The women grin with delight having shown this boy that he will submit to them whether he feels he's had enough or not.
Though still gargling and choking on the sickening water, Geraint can hear the chorus of female laughter in his ears. They hover over his cold trembling naked body.
Their blood pumping hotly in excitement the women dunk his head in again and hold him down forcibly.
Pulling him up again, Geraint splutters and coughs, his tears blending into the stinking water.
Through the physical power they are exerting over him, Geraint begins to really understand that what he wants doesn't matter at all. His whole existence is only to serve these women now.
Jonathan and Phillip are pissing themselves laughing. This is legendary.
"Thank them runt!" Jonathan shouts nastily.
Geraint can barely hear them as the women thrust his head back into the bucket, his will totally broken by the sexual humiliation these women have put him through.
The grinning women hold him up allowing him the seconds necessary to catch his breath so he can thank them for their generosity.
"Yes ladies. Thank you ladies," he splutters.
The act of verbalizing this seems to confirm his real lowliness next to them.
"Now clean those windows," Rach orders.
"while we have a break." She's not even close to being done with him.
Jonathan can't believe how much the little upstart has allowed himself to be degraded by a bunch of old cleaning women! "What a pathetic specimen. Definitely not Fullingdon material," he concludes.
"The only thing he will be good for is the house fag!" Phillip adds.
The girls from the stairwell survey the posh boys, hearing in their accents a presumed air of superiority over everyone and everything.
The boys shake their heads, considering that they might just leave and abandon their charge to these women.
The girls walk up to the boys without hesitation and Chantelle aims her half-smoked fag at Phillip's face.
It sails through the air and hits him right between the eyes.
Both boys flinch and stand back in surprise at this unexpected sight. "What you doing in our estate?" Jodie asks with a sneer.
"Fucking stuck up sex offenders - I've seen them before," Chantelle adds authoritatively.
"That right?" Jodie says. "You perverts?"
"They look like it!" Kelly says looking them up and down with disgust.
The boys are aghast that these girls who appear to them like common tarts should talk to them so. "I don't think you realise who you are talking to."
"Why don't you be good little girls and get out of our way?"
Chantelle struts up to the blonde toff. She exudes power and danger.
Without warning, she reaches up and smacks him hard across the face.
The sharp sound of skin slapping skin rings throughout the corridor.
"Don't tell me what to do, prick," Chantelle says, her voice completely controlled and even.
Kelly peeks through the meshed glass. "One of them is in there with no clothes on!"
She's clearly excited by what she sees, but hiding it says in an offended tone of voice, "Fucking sick!"
Jonathan thinks this has gone far enough. He puts his hand up to diffuse the situation.
"Why aren't you in there with him? Why's he naked and not you?" Jodie wonders.
"Yeah, get your fucking clothes off," Chantelle demands in a severe tone of voice. "Now!"
Jonathan tries to put on a brave face, but he's terrified of these girls from the lower classes. There is no telling what they'll do if he doesn't obey or what they are capable of.
High-ranking Fullingdon club members Phillip and Jonathan are enjoying the sight of their pathetic little initiate being dominated by the authoritative cleaning ladies so much that they forget where they are. Their laughter is so boisterous that they attract some unwanted attention from a gang of local girls.
Having discovered a naked young lad trapped in a room, the girls demand that these two rich toffs should strip as well.
"I don't think so," Jonathan says. The very idea is unthinkable.
He meets Chantelle's intimidating stare. When challenged by people below his status, Jonathan knows how to put them in their place.
But this isn't his normal environment and Chantelle is entirely unfazed by his commanding look.
"I think you will," Jodie says in a hard insistent voice.
"Don't you know my family?"
"I'd do as she says if I were you," Chantelle says pouting her lips and thrusting her chest forward seductively.
"Unless you want a few more holes in your body."
She forms a gun with her hands and pretends to shoot the pretty rich boy in the head.
Jonathan suddenly realizes how far he is from his comfortable environment where no one would dare speak to him like this. These lawless girls aren't afraid of who his family is. His wealth and privilege mean nothing here.
The young gentlemen look nervously at each other uncertain how to play their next move, but Jonathan has already decided after meeting Chantelle's intense stare.
"Look around," he reasons. "We are a long way from home."
"Just humour them," he whispers, ready to concede and obey them for now.
Slowly the boys undo the monogrammed jackets they wear with such pride.
Phillip hesitates, but as his friend is doing it he isn't brave enough to face the wrath of these girls on his own.
The boys find that stripping for these common girls is like a hard blow to the nether regions. It's excruciatingly embarrassing.
Kelly feels a sense of elation. She is intensely curious about what these rich boys will look like when completely starkers.
Jodie knew there was no way these handsome prats would stand up to them, when they have all the advantages in this situation.
Chantelle feels herself growing instantly warm as the boys reluctantly remove a layer at a time; their resistance adding to the seedy pleasure of making them expose their bodies.
The boys feel themselves starting to tremble with nerves as their vests come off.
They can't bring themselves to look at the girls as they disrobe, but they are intensely aware of their eyes focused on them.
Their every movement is being scrutinized as they remove an article of clothing at a time.
Kelly's heart races in excitement while Jodie feels a fiendish glee - holding a physical threat over these boys to make them humiliate themselves like this.
Their hands shake trying to undo the stupid buttons.
Feeling the stale air on their bare chests, their hearts race in an adrenaline rush.
They whip their shirts off completely, determined to stop at that.
The girls ogle their smooth muscular chests, their clean, healthy and immaculate skin.
Chantelle notes how different they look from the boys she sees around her housing estate - covered in scars and tattoos. These are like well-bred stallions.
The girls nod and strike aggressive poses letting the boys know that they had better continue on. Phillip and Jonathan look at each other questioningly.
Jonathan takes the plunge and begins undoing his belt buckle, but Phillip is more hesitant.
Against his better judgement, Phillip whips down his trousers wanting to get this over as quickly and painlessly as possible.
The girls marvel at their designer underwear and the hefty bulges they see in both of them.
The boys struggle to get out of their trousers, the emotional intensity of this situation making them unusually awkward.
Phillip loathes these brazen girls and feels the anger rising in him, but he keeps it carefully in check. It's true that there's no telling what they are capable of.
They cover their crotches aware of the girls' eyes coming to rest on their nether regions.
The girls glance at each other immensely pleased and proud at what they made the boys do. But there's nothing stopping them from going a step further.
"Don't stop there!" Kelly demands.
They look at each other silently agreeing that no one must ever know about this horrifically demeaning thing they are about to do.
With their blood pumping in anger, they slide down their pants.
The girls are entranced seeing the big floppy blonde cock fall into view.
They climb out of their pants as quickly as possible feeling an all-consuming need to cover up their exposed penises.
The girls get a good view of each before they are hastily concealed.
The boys stare in defiance as if to say, 'Now we've done it. Let us get dressed and go.'
Chantelle isn't impressed.
She marches up to the guys and snatches away their precious expensive pants.
They try to cling onto them, but she wrenches them away with an iron-grip.
She gives them a satisfied look, daring them to defy her.
Jonathan stares at her slim feminine form with a burning resentment. It feels so wrong that a woman should be able to control him like this.
The girls are just getting warmed up. Jodie thinks they are being far too easy on these privileged naked men and knows she can make them do more.
The guys feel like their pride is being trounced on and they want to make a dash for it. Now that it's gone this far there's nothing to do but obey these wilful girls.
The Fullingdon boys have made a big mistake confronting the common girls from the poor part of town. When ordered to strip the privileged toffs have to obey for fear of retribution from gangsters. Now the girls can do whatever they like with the embarrassed naked boys. The young gentlemen are perfect subjects for some relentless teasing and unwitting ejaculations!
With their clothes taken from them the boys look down, ashamed and embarrassed. Never should these common girls even be able to talk to them, let alone see them naked!
"Check out the labels." says Chantelle
"These are well expensive!" she adds, wondering what she can sell them for.
"But they look shit!" reckons Kelly, perusing Jonathan's now naked body.
The girls laugh out loud, knowing they hold all the aces, and now their clothes.
Naked from head to toe the boys' hearts race wondering how they will ever get out of this.
Jodie, the gangster's daughter coolly wanders up for a better look.
She casts her eye over their privileged naked skin, muscles and pubic hair.
Phillip's penis twitches as the confident girl decides to examine his naked genitals from mere inches away.
Jonathan feels the presence of Chantelle by his shoulder, judging and comparing the boys' private parts.
The boys can do nothing as the 3 girls touch and stoke their totally nude bodies. Phillip flinches as Chantelle carelessly drapes her hand against his penis.
Jodie lifts up Jonathan's dick as if it is her plaything. He knows he can do nothing to stop her.
Immediately another hand strokes up his inner thighs and tickles his testicles.
His cheeks blush pink. Stripped naked and now fondled by these females from the lower orders.
The boys both become aware of an embarrassing hardening of their privates. Bad enough during early morning ablutions, but here in front of these girls!
"Oh God! I'm getting an erection." thinks Jonathan. Now these women are going to see him uncontrollably erect.
Phillip sees and worries if the same will happen to him. This is already going way way too far.
But with the girls' relentless fondling Phillip expects it won't be long before he too experiences a shameful engorgement.
He looks at Chantelle, she's clearly enjoying toying with him.
"I bet you like this don't cha?" she mocks, breathing her feminine smoky fragrance into his face. The boy has to resist kissing the sadistic temptress.
She painfully pushes his enlivened dick down, against its natural inclination.
Kelly has Jonathan literally by the balls, enjoying his discomfort.
The girls surround him, knowing that nothing would embarrass him more than being made to ejaculate against his will in front of them all.
He remembers the nocturnal emissions that he has to keep from the female housekeepers at college. The wet sheets.
But there is nothing he can do to stop the relentless teasing of his naked young body right here.
The grinning girls' attention is causing his cock and balls to grow in size as every second passes.
Each hot testicle rises up and down to Jodie's clumsy toying of his scrotum.
As she squeezes them, Kelly grasps his sensitive penis pulling his foreskin back, exposing the head.
The constant teasing takes its toll. Against his will Jonathan's penis shoots a big gob of hot sperm out in front of the laughing girls.
They screech with laughter at the ridiculous sight. The posh boy unable to stop himself ejaculating right there in front of them.
Acutely aware of his total nudity he looks down in utter shame as more sperm shoots out, over and over.
The girls roar with laughter at how easily a naked man can be made to debase himself.
Laughing, the girls drain every drop of come from the boy's aching nuts.
Ashamed, Jonathan looks at the puddles of semen he has shot out onto the floor.
The girls stop laughing and peer down closely at the filth that Jonathan has deposited at their feet.
Chantelle scoops up some of the muck in her hand.
"I don't think you got any respect" she spits.
She take her cum filled hand and takes a hard swipe at Jonathan's face.
Still recovering from his orgasm the naked lad is slapped fiercely across with face... smeared with dirt and cum in the process.
The side of his face stings from the slap adding physical pain to his torment.
The girls order the 2 boys into the room and watch as their dicks slap stupidly from side to side as they walk.
Chantelle stifles a laugh as these guys try to maintain some pride as they walk...
... their cute bare bottoms giving the girls loads of wicked ideas.
The girls follow right behind to join the cleaning women against the 3 boys. The boys' ordeal is surely only beginning.
The girls still possess the young men’s clothes and threaten the handsome toffs with gang violence if they don’t follow their every order. So they have no choice but to follow as they are frog-marched into the room where the wicked cleaning ladies have been gleefully using the naked initiate for their own perverse pleasure.
The young men trudge into the stark room fully naked and deeply embarrassed that they will now be exposing themselves to these lowly cleaning women.
The women, reclining after using the timid Geraint, gaze at the new unexpected young masters walking in naked. Wicked grins spread across their faces.
The girls proudly lead them in, excited to expose and humiliate these young men they've captured to others.
"Looks like we're ready for part two!" Rach exclaims excitedly.
The girls march up behind the boys, standing intimidatingly close and happy to present them for the women to inspect.
Thinking back to Geraint's pathetic performance she says, "Well… are you going to sing your little song for us then?"
The boys blush and look at each other wondering what to do. Their stomachs wrench in pain at the thought of lowering themselves even further.
In a croaking voice Jonathan begins to sing, "Father Abraham had seven sons, had seven sons…"
In tandem the boys painfully sing out, "had Father Abraham and they never laughed, and they never cried, all they did was go like this… With the right arm…"
With a stormy expression, Rach stands up and marches towards the embarrassed boys.
She stares at them with an unfettered feeling of rage.
She reaches up with a surprising amount of power and slaps the two boys full on the face at the same time.
Their heads are knocked back. They are shocked and angry that she'd dare do such a thing to them.
"I think that is enough of that!" she says, hands authoritatively on her hips. The young men stare at her with undisguised contempt.
Lynn boldly walks up to the boys and enjoys examining their healthy young cocks alongside Rach.
She swipes at their exposed cocks hanging prominently in the open.
She smacks them both with one long hard swoop, sending their cocks flying up and making their balls dance from side to side.
The boys grunt standing tall and not wanting to give this cleaner the satisfaction of knowing she's causing them pain. They've had quite enough of this vulgar mockery.
"If you know what is good for you, you shall let us go immediately!" Jonathan says seething with rage.
"Why don't you fuck them with your mops?" Kelly says wickedly.
Jonathan and Phillip look at each other in terror. They can't possibly be serious. The girls laugh behind them threateningly, reminding the guys that if they don't follow orders they'll be dead.
They bend over and put their hands on the table, barely remembering to breath they are so aware and frightened about what's to come.
Lynn seizes the back of Jonathan's neck, wanting to see his handsome chiselled features while he has to bend over and take it.
Lou grabs surly Phillip enjoying the power she has over this privileged fuckwit that has total contempt for her.
They shove them down and make them push their arses right out so they can have full easy access to them.
"Lou, spread them nice and wide - I've got an idea," Rach says with a devilish look on her face.
The cleaning ladies order Geraint to continue cleaning the windows while they turn their attention fully on these society boys. Kelly and Chantelle eagerly grab their fleshy pale cheeks and pull them wide apart.
Kelly peers at his delicate pink hole which looks so fresh and vulnerable with Lou eagerly craning her neck for a view as well.
Geraint can't help smiling quietly to himself in satisfaction that these boys who have brought him into such a tormenting, humiliating situation are getting their own as well.
The young men grunt, nearly frothing at the mouth with anger, but the confident girls hold their arses open getting them ready for Rach.
She shakes a can of polish smiling gleefully at the men's vulnerable bottoms presented for her.
The girls cackle excitedly watching Rach pull his bottom open. Jonathan looks back fuming.
She sprays a heavy amount of polish into his perfect untouched arsehole.
The girls almost reel back with the sharp stinging scent of the heavy polish which coats his hole.
She rubs the foaming white liquid around his sphincter feeling the wonderful tight resistance of it.
He tightens his hole up in resistance to her sharp probing finger.
Undeterred, Rach plunges her finger in causing the young man a shocking pain in his virgin hole.
Jonathan screams feeling a sensation he's never in his life experienced before.
Rach slides her finger all the way up his arse unperturbed by how the man bucks and resists her.
She slides her finger in and out, eagerly fucking the angry rich lad.
The women and girls egg her on, excitedly watching the proud toff's virginity being taken from him by an experienced confident woman.
Kelly grips Phillip's cock and balls tugging on them. His face tightens in resentment and frustration.
She spreads his arse, falling against Lou with laughter. Their sense of total power is so overwhelming and these guys' tight bottoms look so tempting.
Phillip can't bear to see his friend in such torment and can't bare the thought that he might soon be experiencing this shameful unimaginable pain.
Jonathan, Phillip and Geraint are naked and surrounded by women. Their only hope of escape is to obey the women without question. But the women know this, and take the opportunity to degrade the nude snobs in every way possible...and then some more.
Lynn looks down at the upper-class boys and has an idea.
"At your posh school you have to write lines when you've been bad don't you?"
"In that case you will stand up and begin writing 'I AM A SAD LITTLE WANKER' until I tell you to stop"
In utter shame the 2 naked boys begin the degrading task while the women watch, Geraint grovelling at their feet.
Phillip hears the words in his mind as he writes. "I'm a sad little wanker" and feels his naked body bristle with shame.
"Ahhh! To be stood in a room full of low life females, completely naked and writing these belittling words on the board." thinks Jonathan.
The women know how degrading it is. That's why they're making the boys do it.
The humiliation they're putting the boys through is hilarious. It isn't long before the room is full of female laughter at the absurd sight.
All the same, Lynn isn't happy with Jonathan's effort.
"That's not nearly neat enough!" she barks at him.
Jonathan's cheeks heat up. He knows he's done a pitiful job of it.
"Clean it up!" she commands Geraint.
The posh youngster stands and heads towards the shoddy workmanship.
He obediently begins to wipe off his former superiors' efforts. The irony of the posh boy cleaning for lower class cleaners.
The naked boy removes the last vestiges of their labours.
Lou orders the boys to stand facing the board. This time she has something sure to improve their effort.
"Begin!" she orders and they begin writing, but this time under threat of a caning from Lou's pointer.
Lou decides to give Jonathan a taste of what's in store for poor performance. The pointer slices through the air and strikes his muscular bare behind.
Obediently he continues, making sure all his words are in a neat line.
Next she turns her attention to Phillip, his large white arse making an inviting target.
Again she slices through the air, striking the naked boy hard on his right buttock.
It isn't long before welts begin to appear on both bottoms. It's the first time these snobs have been punished in this way for years.
Lou is getting into the swing of it and can't wait for Jonathan to slip up before punishing him.
His big meaty cheeks look like they were made to be caned so why not?
She strikes him over and over and the naked young man has to take it. Soon his shapely arse looks and feels like it's been cooked in a toaster.
It seems unfair to let Phillip off with his pristine posterior so she takes it out on him to.
She weaves a nice pattern on the lily-white boy-flesh.
Beating naked upper-class boys can be such fun!
Try as they might to grit their teeth and stoically get through it, the boys have never been so degraded in their lives. Girlish laughter and the sound of their bottoms being whipped is ringing in their ears.
Finally when the lines have been done Rach decides to raise the boys' discomfort level a couple of notches.
"Right! Up onto the table!" she snarls
Not only do the naked boys have to get onto all fours, but the girls make them kneel so close that their legs are intertwined and their cute little holes are presented for the whole world to see.
Rach passes Lou her mop, the one she's used every day for months.
Brandishing the mop Lou proudly walks around to the lads' perfectly presented backsides.
With his head between his legs Phillip desperately tries to catch sight of Lou and the mop. She can't possibly be going to do something unspeakable with the mop and their bottoms can she?
As the room erupts with female guffawing Jonathan sees Lou make jokey 'snooker' movements towards his bottom.
Jonathan's privileged anus is just as tight and virginal as you would expect. However it is still shiny and wet from the polish earlier.
Without any time to react he feels the hard wooden mop handle pressed against his anal opening.
With female hands pulling his firm young behind apart there is nothing he can do as Lou continues to put her weight behind the unrelenting wooden pole.
The room erupts with laughter once again as he feels the most unspeakable abomination of his life - the mop is pushing past his sphincter, though, up and into his anus.
A second later and it's out again. Lou cackles devilishly in a way Jonathan will never forget.
Against everything that's sacred she pushes the pole hard back into him, only this time much faster and deeper.
There is not one sympathetic woman in the room. All watch with glee as the upper class twit is bum-fucked by the old crone's disgusting mop.
Moments feel like hours as the young man's anus is well and truly stretched beyond anything that's natural. His once pristine rear end is left decorated with wheals from caning and now his virginity ruined.
Jonathan hangs his head and all he can do is shake with shame. But just then he feels the cold tip of a pen writing at the top of his buttocks.
Chantelle stops writing and, one by one, the girls read the words. Jonathan bites his lip as he hears their sniggers. Whatever she has written is surely filthy and demeaning.
Phillip doesn't escape. He feels the felt-tip scraping against his once-proud arse cheek.
The girls have not one ounce of pity as they openly laugh at what she has written on him.
Chantelle hasn't finished with Jonathan. This time writing right next to his fluffy & now wrecked opening.
The word that she writes sums up exactly the respect, or lack of it, these working-class women have for the boys.
Phillip has also now become just an object to be trashed with graffiti
All the women laugh at the pathetic site of these naked boys with such humiliating things written all over their arses.
"Permanent ink can be SO difficult to wash off can't it?" giggles Jodie
The girls laugh at the implication. The thought of being hunched over a mirror for hours furiously trying to scrub off the filthy daubings makes Jonathan seethe.
The girls have left their marks on the esteemed secret club members, not only by raising red welts on their perfect pale arses but also writing degrading things with permanent marker. The ladies creative juices are really flowing now and they want to make these cocky lads do the unthinkable.
The boys hang their heads in shame, their behinds seared with humiliating words and stinging lashes. All they want to do is crawl away and hide behind their privileged walls forever.
But Jodie has come up with an idea so wicked just the thought of it makes her grin from ear to ear.
"Make them kiss each other!" she says.
The young men’s blood goes cold, their faces instantly blush and they can feel each thudding heartbeat in their ears.
But before they can contemplate the horrific consequences, the cleaning women shove their handsome faces together.
The boys want to holler in shock feeling their lips actually pressed together while kneeling fully naked side by side.
The women push their heads up and down smearing their tightly closed perfect pink mouths against each other.
"Open your mouths," Rach orders severely. The guys know better than to disobey. They feel the hot moisture of each others’ tender mouths.
At the same time they can hear the shrieking laughter of the lower class women all around them.
Geraint smiles in satisfaction seeing these once-proud leaders made to kiss each other when they were so recently lording it over him.
Excited by the male on male action, the women now order the boys up on the tables where they begin tugging frantically at their cocks.
They’ve positioned them exactly how they want them though the young men are oblivious as to what their plan is.
Jonathan lays back and feels the woman’s warm hand stimulating his eager prick. He’s utterly ashamed by the sensations she’s causing him, but helpless to stop her it feels so good.
Lynn and Kelly stroke Phillip’s naked thighs and urge him to wank. They know how badly he wants to.
Phillip is disgusted at how quickly his dick goes hard, that he could be stimulated by such wretchedly poor women, but he continues stroking it anyway.
Jonathan is alarmed at how close his friend is to him, but the women hold him down firmly. Both boys are excited and can’t control themselves.
Lynn and Kelly grab for Phillip’s cock and balls, stroking him and driving him into a frenzy.
Chantelle and Jodie hold his head back so he can see their judgemental stares and the looming naked figure of his secret society "brother" being wanked right next to him.
"Open wide you posh twat," Chantelle commands him.
The girls take hold of Jonathan’s jaw and pry his mouth open whilst Philip helplessly strokes hard dick frantically.
He feels that inward twinge as the hot young cum rushes up through his cock and he knows he’s unable to stop it.
Jonathan realizes what’s going to happen too late. As soon as he tries to squirm away, the hands of the girls hold him in place.
Kelly pushes his arse forward making Philip shoot his spunk right onto the hot embarrassed face of his friend.
Chantelle grabs his face and holds him firm, incredibly excited by making this rich boy take his friend’s sperm.
As copious amounts of cum splash over his face his jaw is wrenched open.
He shouts helplessly feeling the sticky substance landing on his nose, cheeks and lips.
Then a jet of pearly cum flies directly into his mouth so that he can taste the flavour of his friend’s sperm.
The sensation makes him thrash out violently, the knowledge that he’s consuming his friend’s ejaculate blowing his mind. Jodie eagerly continues jerking Phillip’s hard dick smearing the last dregs of sperm onto Jonathan’s handsome face.
The women eagerly wipe the sperm on his face, sticking it in his mouth and up his nostrils.
"You love it, you sick fuck," the girls sneer down at him. "Eat it up."
Jodie rubs the sperm on his lips and tongue.
Chantelle jams his mouth shut making him swallow it. He splutters and chokes on the sticky stuff. The women laugh uproariously.
Ejaculating just now felt incredible for Phillip and he’s horrified at what he’s just done on his friend. He knows he can never ever tell anyone about this experience.
Jonathan looks up at his former buddy enraged. He can’t believe he did that to him!
Rach is very pleased by the boys’ display. These young men are helpless to control themselves and forcing them to degrade themselves has been one of the most satisfying labours of her life.
No matter how angry Jonathan is, Chantelle and the other girls can feel how eager he is to release his pent-up sperm. They stroke his thick hard cock wanting to see him unload his balls.
He is thoroughly disgusted, but it feels so good Jonathan lies back and feels with pleasure his cock hardening and nearing the brink.
Chantelle roughly jerks his dick, the sensations so strong Jonathan writhes and shakes.
The women squeeze and stroke his body while Chantelle mercilessly pumps him wanting to milk him dry.
They grin excitedly seeing the milky fluid shooting onto his stomach.
Jonathan grits his teeth, horrified that he’s actually able to enjoy ejaculating being molested by a gang of common women and being made to swallow his friend’s sperm.
Chantelle smears cum over his angry burning face.
"Argh" he cries out in disgust. Sperm to him is filthy, something he quickly shoots into a tissue and disposes of. Now it’s wiped all over his proud features and he can taste it at the back of his throat.
"Back to your posh uni now, eh? Hand in hand?" Rach laughs. Huffing angrily Jonathan looks over at his friend loathing him intensely.
Phillip is equally disgusted by his friend. He doesn’t know how he’ll bare seeing him in the Fullingdon Club ever again.
The women fall about laughing and continue rubbing the enormous amount of sperm into his face.
The proud boys keep a tight-lipped silence. No matter what heights of power these privileged men reach throughout the rest of their lives, they’ll never be able to deny or forget the afternoon they were stripped and degraded by a lowly group of cleaning women and council estate girls.
