Marcus Andrews is hot property and businesses are lining up to exploit his fame to sell their products. His poor beleaguered PR agent Kimberly Ince has to try and ensure he keeps to his contracts. Not easy with someone as self-absorbed as Marcus who really only cares about how much money he can make. If he's not careful his attitude will get him into a lot of trouble...

It's the day of the big tennis singles final between Marcus Andrews and Andre Zivoski at the Surreyfield Tennis Championships. Marcus is brimming with confidence - as far as he's concerned the title is his for the taking.

In the dressing room he prepares himself while Kimberly goes through his up-coming appointments, checking them on her tablet.

"So as well as the photo session for the women's magazine there is also a book launch," she says - pleased with herself for managing to get him so much lucrative work.

Marcus ignores her, going through his kit and checking everything thoroughly. "And you'll probably be in the running for Sports Personality of the Year!" She continues.

His lack of response irks her but she carries on regardless: "All told you're looking at a hundred million dollars. Provided you win of course."

Marcus' head snaps round. "Of course I'll win," he says, "I always win."

Not wanting to risk his famous temper, Kimberly tries to soothe him: "Of course. That's why you're number one! And think what you'll be able to do with all that money."

"All that crap sounds like hard work to me," he says sounding bored, "Have you looked into apartments in Monaco yet?"

He pulls off his top, deciding he's not happy with the way it feels. "I want to get that sorted soon so I can stop paying tax."

He tosses the unwanted shirt aside. He thinks Kimberly is useful to him but if she doesn't do what he wants he'll happily ditch her. Plenty of pretty young girls wanting to be his PR agent.

Kimberly looks him up and down. There's no denying he's a very sexy man. It's a shame he's such an arrogant prick!

He's so difficult to work for. No matter what she does it isn't good enough. She's made him thousands of dollars yet he never once thanked her.

Marcus stretches and looks at her. He only employs pretty women - he likes to have something nice to look at. But he's starting to tire of the way Kimberly keeps telling him what to do.

"Just make sure you have a list of possible properties so I can have a look," he says. "Of course if that's too difficult for you I can always find someone else to do it..."

He turns away from her. The thinly veiled threat isn't lost on Kimberly.

"Don't worry, I'll find you some places to look at," she says, trying to hide her anger at the way he speaks to her.

He takes out a brand new, crisply folded shirt that's identical to the last one and puts it on while Kimberly bites her tongue behind him.

"Oh," he says aggressively, "and you can forget the photo shoot and book launch. I'm not interested." Kimberly is dumbfounded. "But Marcus..." she begins.

At that moment young Sophie Watts walks in. She cannot quite believe it. There he is - in the flesh! The man she idolises.

She rushes up to him excitedly. "Wow! You're even more handsome in person. I'm Sophie!" She gushes clutching a programme in her hands.

"I'm your number one fan! I've got your poster on my wall! And I saved up all my pocket money so I could I could come here today. I'm so happy I could just burst," she continues without pausing for breath.

Marcus looks at her with irritation. He hates to be disturbed while he's psyching himself up for a match.

"Would you sign my programme for me? Please? It would be the best thing EVER!" Kimberly thinks it's enchanting to see the young woman so enthusiastic at meeting her sports hero. But Marcus thinks otherwise.

"Who the fuck is this?" He says to her harshly. "How did she get into the dressing room? Why didn't security stop her?" He makes it clear that he blames Kimberly personally.

He works himself up into a rage. "No. I will not sign your stupid programme," he shouts, snatching the pen from Sophie's hand so fiercely that she nearly drops everything.

The girl watches, devastated, as he flings her pen across the room and into the corner.

She looks at him mournfully, tears welling up in her eyes. What has she done wrong? She only wanted to see the man she adores more than any other.

"Perhaps that Polish peasant will sign it. Now get out before I have you thrown out," says Marcus and terrified, Sophie scuttles towards the door.

She stops and picks up her pen, turning back disconsolately. Why is he being so mean to her?

"Was there really any need for that?" Asks Kimberly as the girl leaves, "You've hurt her feelings now."

Marcus turns on her. "She deserved it. Snivelling little brat. I've told you before NOBODY IS TO COME INTO MY DRESSING ROOM BEFORE A MATCH!"

Kimberly wants to give him a piece of her mind but knows he would quite happily dismiss her no matter how much money she's made him over the years.

Neither of them notices the arrival of Melody Eustace. "Am I interrupting something?" She says - picking up on the tension in the room immediately.

"Who the hell are you?" He snaps - getting even more wound up that his private space is being invaded.

"Is he always like this?" Says Melody aside to Kimberly, "How do you put up with him?"

She walks over to Marcus. "I'm the co-owner of Branigan tennis balls. Remember - we've paid you $100,000 to take a set of balls out of your bag during a break so they will be seen on camera," she says - in a business like tone.

"It's very simple. Take them out of your bag, hold them up, LOOK at them, then put them back in your bag," she speaks slowly - taking his silence for a lack of understanding.

He carries on ignoring her. "No doubt the commentators will mention it and there will be photos all over social media by the end of the day," she concludes, wondering why he's not responding.

"Yeah. Alright. Whatever. Now fuck off out of my dressing room - I've had enough of these interruptions." He doesn't even acknowledge her having dismissed her out of hand.

Melody is incensed. How dare he speak to her like that! But the woman knows he has value to her company so doesn't say anything - although she and Kimberly exchange glances.

Kimberly watches her depart. She's well known as a hard-headed business woman. Marcus had better watch his step with her.

"You do realise that all that money you're so fond of spending comes from sponsorship deals? Contracts that you've signed and are legally obliged to stick to?" She says - hoping to get through to him.

He looks at her sulkily. He knows she's right but can't bear being told what to do.

"Shall we go through what you've already agreed to so there are no mishaps?" She says. "OK, but be quick," he replies - wanting to get it over and done with as quickly as possible.

She goes through them on her tablet with him. "So, as well as the Branigan tennis balls deal you must: swallow 'Enzyme Water' ten times during the match, wipe your forehead with 'Skin Nutrition' wrist bands sixty times and bend over at least six times clearly wearing 'Nunchuck' underwear."

"What!?" He snarls in disbelief. "That's a load of crap!" Kimberly reminds him that they've had several meetings about this and that he and his lawyers have signed binding contracts.

Irritated he ushers her out of the room. Much as he likes money he has no interest in the work it takes to actually earn it.

He stretches, preparing himself for the match. He intends to take out his anger and frustration on his opponent.

A voice comes out over the tannoy: "Marcus Andrews and Andre Zivoski to the call room immediately please.

Marcus grabs his things and leaves - ready to do battle. No one else had better cross him today with the mood he's in.

But in his rush he forgets one small but very important thing, the lack of which will have painful and embarrassing repercussions he'll never forget for as long as he lives.

It's the end of the match and Marcus is the new Surreyfield champion - beating Andre Zivoski in straight sets. He played his best ever and is swollen with pride as he leaves the court on a high. So full of himself is he that he still doesn't realise he forget the all-important tennis balls that he was paid to promote. The smug smile is about to be wiped off his face.

Marcus can still hear the noise of the thousands of adoring fans as he enters the dressing room, grinning and sweaty.

In his hand is the Surreyfield trophy - the most prized in tennis - and now his!

He holds it up and looks at it. For him it represents the chance to make even more money - which he intends to hide away in off shore tax havens as soon as possible.

"Oh yes baby. You're all mine!" He says, "That Polish peasant didn't know what hit him!"

As he puts it down Kimberly walks in, not looking happy. She's pleased he won of course but it's her job to liaise with all his sponsors and she's aware he hasn't been scrupulous in following their instructions.

"Did you see the look on that bastard's face?" Says Marcus turning to her, "I totally wiped the floor with him." Kimberly says nothing - staring at him. Does he not realise the trouble he's in?

"What? What is it? Why are you scowling at me like that? I won didn't I? That's all that matters." Marcus is starting to realise something is wrong.

Kimberly fights to control herself. She's furious and it overcomes her normal fear of him. He picks up the cup and waves it at her. "This," she says, pointing at it...

..."This piece of crap is worth about fifty quid. Your sponsorships on the other hand were worth a hundred million dollars."

She gets out her tablet. "I've been noting down all the times you did the things you were supposed to - and you've come up short on every count," she says.

"Who gives a fuck?" He replies angrily, "Did you see the way I made Andre dash around the court and still miss the hits! Poor bastard probably injured himself."

"But you didn't wipe your face often enough. Nor take enough sips of 'Enzyme Water' - I don't think you appreciate how serious this is," she says.

"Look - there's the million dollar prize money I just won and now I'm champion you can go out and get me new sponsors. Ones that will pay me more than this miserable lot," he answers back.

"I don't need any of them. They're all a bunch of losers anyway. Tell them to piss off!" He sneers.

Kimberly looks at him again. She's used to his bolshie behaviour but even she is shocked at how stupid he's being.

"And then there's the small matter of these," she says - pointing to the canister of Branigan's tennis balls.

"Melody Eustace is not a woman to be crossed. She'll sue you without a second thought." She can see by his glazed expression that she's not getting through.

"They were paying me what, thirty thousand dollars for that? That's nowhere near enough for someone of my fame and calibre," he boasts.

"But Melody can sue you for much more than that," Kimberly starts to say but Marcus turns his back on her and starts to pull off his top.

Kimberly is distracted by his muscular sweaty back. She knows she has to try and get through to him before he throws all his chances away. But she's mesmerised by him as most women are.

She watches as he stretches thinking what a shame it is that he's such an arrogant man given how naturally sexy he is. If his fans only knew what he was really like they'd soon stop sending him marriage proposals.

Marcus is aware of the woman stood behind him. Why is she still here? He's had enough of her admonishing him - trying to bring him down when he feels so good.

"Right, out you go," he says, walking over to her to physically remove her from the room. "But we've got things to discuss! Important things," she pleads.

He bundles her towards the door when it flies open and Melody Eustace walks in, her face like thunder. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PLAYING AT?" Her voice booms as she marches up to them.

Marcus is taken aback. He's never been spoken to before like that, least of all by a woman. Before he can retort she continues: "Where were the fucking balls? All you had to do was get them out of your bag? Are you stupid or something?"

Kimberly looks at the woman. It seems her reputation is well deserved. "Who are you to talk to me like this?" Says Marcus in a whiny voice - actually a little intimidated by her.

"I'm the one who has already paid you a ton of money to do something that you manifestly didn't do," she carries on - fixing him with her steely gaze.

"Well? What have you got to say for yourself?" The two women look at him expectantly waiting for an answer.

"Do I look like I give a fuck about your poxy little company? You can shove your tennis balls up your arse for all I care," he says shrugging.

"You spoiled little prick," says Melody, "Do you know I've just got off the phone to your other sponsors and they aren't happy either." A look of concern passes across his face. Despite all his bluff he starts to realise he could be in trouble here.

"All your misdemeanours could cost you every penny of your prize money. Not to mention no sponsors will ever trust you again. You'll be broke," she says finally. Kimberly looks down, it's just as she feared.

"But. But I'm the champion," he stammers. Surely these people can see how important and wonderful he is.

"As the Chair of the sponsors committee I have full power to negotiate and make decisions on their behalf," explains Melody.

"I'm tempted to recommend that ALL your sponsors dump you," she says. Kimberly looks down the list. This woman wealds an awful lot of power. Even Marcus realises that would be disastrous for him.

"You stupid idiot," says Kimberly, "all that work I did to get you the best deals and you've gone and blown it. I hope you're pleased with yourself."

Marcus gulps. His dreams of a big house in Monaco collapsing around him. "I'm sorry," he says finally - finding it difficult to apologise, "I'll make it up somehow."

"No good I'm afraid," says Melody jabbing him in the chest, "the match has been played. You can't turn the clock back."

"Kimberly, did you notice if Marcus was wearing the Nunchuck underwear he'd been sponsored to wear?" She asks - fixing Marcus with her gaze.

"No," replies Kimberly, "I don't believe he did." Marcus is suddenly very wary wondering where all this is leading. "I was," he says trying to diffuse the situation, "you must have just missed it."

"The people I represent wouldn't be happy unless I could tell them I was completely sure," says Melody taking hold of the waistband of Marcus' shorts. "Let's have a little look shall we?"

His own arrogance has led Marcus into this situation. Threatened with legal action that would leave him broke he has no choice but to try and work out some sort of deal with Melody. If he can't then he'll be taken to the cleaners! But Melody is very thorough and very demanding - the cocky sportsman has no idea what he's let himself in for.

Marcus certainly doesn't like the idea of the women checking his underpants but what choice does he have? So he allows Melody and Kimberly to move him into position.

He expects them to simply take a quick to see if his underwear is correct so he's very surprised when they surround him and start running their hands over his body.

Their hands stroke his thighs and backside through his shorts. 'Surely this isn't right?' He thinks to himself.

The women openly check out his arse, hugged tightly by the thin fabric. Marcus isn't sure what to do - his earlier confidence has left him through fear of what Melody could do to him.

He feels distinctly uncomfortable standing there while the woman encircle him. His instinct is to give them an earful for taking such liberties. But deep down he knows that would be the wrong thing to do.

"By the way," says Melody casually, "is it true you have several off shore bank accounts including ones in Switzerland?" Marcus groans inwardly - how did she find out about those?

"Erm... well... I think my accountant might have set something up," he mumbles. If they somehow get access to those accounts then he truly will be screwed.

Kimberly instructs him to flex his muscles for them. "Of course my employer is a very fine physical specimen so I'm sure he still has value to you and the people you represent," she says.

She strokes his arms in a way that unnerves him. She's usually quietly respectful of him but something about the way she freely touches him now makes him worried.

"That's as maybe," says Melody, "but there's still the matter of the Nunchuck underwear to resolve - one way or another." The women exchange a meaningful look.

They spin Marcus around and so they can see his bottom properly. "We'll need to bend him over so we can see if the Nunchuck logo is visible through the material. If not the sponsor won't be happy."

Without waiting for his consent, they shove him over so that the fabric stretches tightly around his buttocks.

But they don't settle for merely looking, Melody and Kimberly start pulling the fabric this way and that as they examine him.

Marcus can feel their hands on his backside. He knows full well he isn't wearing the prescribed underwear and it must be obvious to them by now too - so why is it taking so long?

The women mutter to each other as they tug on his shorts as though they can't quite be sure.

They let go and when they don't say anything Marcus springs up. Surely they've seen enough? "Well?" He questions, hoping to brazen it out.

"Inconclusive," says Melody. "I agree," says Kimberly, "it's impossible to tell. What do you suggest Miss Eustace? What would the sponsor want us to do?"

Marcus can't work out what's going on. He'd almost rather they had a go at him for failing to wear the right underpants than carry on with this bizarre game. What are they up to?

"There is one way we can be totally sure whether Marcus is being compliant," says Melody archly. Kimberly knows instantly what she means and gets down ready to pull his shorts down.

Marcus is having none of it. He pulls away from Kimberly and she stands up to face him. "Oh no. You're not taking my shorts off!" He says firmly.

"I'm afraid it's the only way," says Kimberly, returning to her former position. He tries to fight them off as both women seize the waistband of his shorts.

But he cannot stop them and between them they slide his shorts right down revealing his tight white underwear.

He covers his crotch protectively as the women stand up. "Oh dear," says Melody, "it looks like we have a very serious problem here.

The women grab his arms and pull his hands away. "These most definitely are NOT Nunchuck," says Melody acting surprised. "Yes, I see," says Kimberly, "what happens now?"

"Well?" Enquires Melody turning to Marcus, "Kindly explain yourself." Marcus hesitates. "I must have picked up the wrong ones by mistake," he says lamely, "it was an accident."

"An accident... hmmm," says Melody - checking the underwear from every angle. While she does so a face peeps around the doorway and a small voice calls out "Hello? Marcus?"

Sophie thought she might try again to persuade Marcus to autograph her programme. Seeing how happy he looked when he won she thought he might be in a better mood. What she spies makes her stop short.

In front of her is her idol, nearly naked and with some women caressing him all over. She doesn't know what is going on but this is far too good an opportunity to miss so she pulls out her camera.

She starts taking photos of the hunk unnoticed by the others. "I mean these are just cheap nasty pants," says Melody as she and Kimberly stretch them, "I can't believe you'd risk financial ruin for the sake of these!"

Sophie's mouth hangs open at the spectacle unfolding in front of her. It seems like the women are in charge and Marcus is getting a telling off.

"Let's get these hideous things off shall we?" Says Melody. "No!" Pleads Marcus but the women are not to be deterred. He tries to hang on to his underpants but it's useless.

"Stop being silly," admonishes Melody, "we're only doing what's best for you." Marcus cannot understand how that can be and continues to struggle but the women merely move his hands aside.

Moments later and his penis and testicles are revealed as Melody and Kimberly yank his underpants down.

They lift his legs up and remove them completely so he has no opportunity to pull them back up again.

They cast them aside and Marcus tries to cover himself up as best he can.

The women won't allow Marcus to hide his genitals and quickly move his arms away. Out in the corridor Sophie can see everything that's going on.

"You may very well have lost your current sponsors but I might just be able to find you some new ones that would pay handsomely," says Melody cryptically.

"But before I can put you forward I would need to be sure that you measured up to their strict standards." Kimberly can guess the kind of thing Melody is thinking of and smiles.

Without warning she grabs hold of Marcus's cock and tugs on it. Emboldened by her example, Kimberly reaches in and touches his balls. Marcus yelps. "What are you doing?" He asks shrilly.

The women ignore him. "Do you really think your sponsors would pay for access to these?" Asks Kimberly while Sophie continues to take photos.

"I have one or two very special female clients who might. It could be enough to keep Marcus here financially solvent. I might even be able to persuade the other sponsors not to sue him," says Melody and Marcus realises just how much power the woman has over him.

"So this could be a whole new beginning for Marcus!" Says Kimberly excitedly. Marcus gulps. Even though the situation is deeply uncomfortable he finds himself starting to become aroused.

The women examine his penis and testicles closely and their delicate touches start to get a reaction.

Marcus cannot help himself. The adrenalin is still coursing through his system after the match and he already has a very high sex drive.

There's nothing he can do to stop himself from getting hard as a rock as the women continue to pay close attention to his privates. He feels very embarrassed. But he'd feel a hundred times worse if he knew there was a smiling schoolgirl behind him recording every moment of his humiliation...

Marcus cannot believe the liberties that Kimberly and Meoldy are taking with his naked body. His anger simmers under the surface and he wants to tell them to fuck off and leave him alone. However, he knows that his future hangs in the balance so he must try and control himself. Meanwhile Sophie Watts is getting the show of her life!

Marcus looks down glumly at the two women kneeling at his feet and toying with his penis and testicles.

The two women continue to discuss pimping him out to wealthy female clients. After all, if his sponsors sue he'll have to find millions of dollars to pay them off!

As they discuss his worth they continue to fondle his throbbing erection and heavy low-hanging balls.

Sophie is thrilled to be seeing her hero naked and on display like this. She only wishes she could touch him herself. But she must remain hidden - who knows how the women will react if they catch her?

In the build-up to his match Marcus must abstain from sex or even masturbation. As a result his whole body is on edge and reacts to the slightest stimulation.

He feels angry that his penis has become hard when touched by this awful woman. How dare she defile him? But his erection suggests that at some deep level he is enjoying her attentions.

And his PR agent too! She's normally terrified of him but here she is, freely groping his genitals - knowing full well how furious he must be.

Sophie listens to the way the women talk about how much people might pay to spend some private time with Marcus and cannot help but laugh. Although she still idolises him, she's upset at how rude he was to her earlier so it's satisfying to see him taught a lesson.

And getting a view of his beautiful backside is some compensation.

She checks the photos she's taken so far. From this angle she can only see so much but she knows she could sell them to the tabloids for a huge amount of money.

Marcus seethes inwardly. Do these women really think he would allow complete strangers to do things to him? On the other hand, he cannot see how he can come up with enough money to pay off his sponsors.

"We could probably get about $50 an hour for him," says Melody. "We'll have to put him to work doing 12 hours per day with maybe 1 day off a week in order to start bringing in a reasonable income," replies Kimberly - ever thinking of his bank balance.

"We'll have to work on his attitude," continues Melody, "the sort of high powered women I'm talking about won't put up with him mouthing off."

Sophie leans as far out of the corridor as she dares - straining to get a shot of Marcus's much talked about penis.

But her view is limited - much to her disappointment. Perhaps they'll get him to turn round, then she can take some shots of his front.

"At least we know his penis works as it should," says Kimberly batting it with her hand and delighting at the way it springs right back.

"And these feel nice and weighty," she says, tapping his heavy testicles in a way that makes him groan with pleasure.

He bites his lip to stop himself from saying something. It's a shock to be talked about like this and to be valued at what he considers a paltry amount. "We'd better check the back side as that can affect his value," says Melody suddenly.

To Sophie's delight the woman jumps up and directs Marcus to turn around. Now she'll get to see what they've been discussing in such detail.

Marcus's head hangs in shame as he turns giving Sophie time to fire off a couple of shots before darting back out of sight.

Melody and Kimberly roughly shove Marcus over so they can check out his backside to ensure there are no flaws that might stymie their business plan.

The schoolgirl cannot believe her luck! Having saved up her pocket money for months in order to come here today she was hoping for an autograph at best. But instead she's got to see her favourite sportsman stark naked!

Marcus is horrified to feel Melody and Kimberly's hands on his buttocks, pulling them apart. Sophie risks getting a bit closer to her idol while his focus is elsewhere.

It feels very strange having his sphincter stretched as the women examine his hairy arse and he shivers in reaction to their touch.

"Looks OK so far," says Kimberly, tapping the entrance to his anus with her finger and causing him to wince.

Marcus grinds his teeth. He's had to undergo physical examinations before as part of his training regime - but they were nothing like as intimate as this!

Kimberly feels like a changed women. She used to be intimidated by Marcus and was meek and mild around him. Now she has a new found confidence and is enjoying taking charge along with Melody.

Sophie carries on taking photos, getting some great shots of a troubled looking Marcus. She hasn't decided yet what she'll do with them - whether to keep them private or not.

"We might need to trim his anal hair," says Melody, "to ensure he's nice and clean down there in case any of our clients want to penetrate him." Sophie is a little shocked - but also intrigued by the idea.

Melody is a hard-headed business woman and she knows an opportunity when she sees it. She could call off the sponsors that she represents and stop them from taking things further. But Marcus might be of more value to her under her direct control.

Marcus doesn't like having his backside touched and talked about one little bit and the thought of having to let other women near it fills him with dread.

Sophie cannot resist shuffling just a little further out. She's desperate to see what's going on and wants to get even more photos for her collection.

Marcus hears a floorboard creak and looks up.

His mouth widens with shock as he sees the schoolgirl standing there with a camera in her hand. He is momentarily struck dumb with horror.

Sophie cannot help but laugh at the priceless look on his face even though she knows she could now be in trouble. "WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE?" He bellows finally.

Melody immediately puts a restraining hand on his shoulder and looks up from what she is doing to see the grinning schoolgirl.

Kimberly notices the girl too. Sophie immediately stops grinning and clenches her mouth shut - thinking that the women will be even angrier if they see her laughing.

"Oh!" Exclaims Kimberly, "It's Sophie isn't it?" Sophie nods - in awe of the two women that she's seen so effortlessly take Marcus in hand. "Why don't you come in and join us?"

"Hello Sophie," says Melody warmly, "I'm Melody Eustace and I basically own Marcus now. I take it you're a fan of his?" Sophie nods her head enthusiastically.

Marcus turns away, his body going cold as the stark reality of the situation hits him. He's only too well aware of what damage those photos could do to his career. Now it seems there are three women who hold sway over his future!

The arrival of schoolgirl Sophie Watts has put Marcus in an even worse position. She has tons of incriminating photographs of him on her camera and who knows what she plans to do with them? Melody and Kimberly seem perfectly happy to let her stay and he doesn't seem to be getting a say in it. Marcus has never experienced true fear before but the three women are scaring the hell out of him!

"I didn't mean to intrude like this," says Sophie guiltily, "I just came back to apologise for upsetting Marcus earlier and to see if he'd changed his mind about giving me an autograph."

She can't stop herself from glancing down at Marcus's exposed genitals. They are just as impressive as she'd hoped. "Stand over here Marcus so we can all see you better," says Kimberly, pulling on his arm.

Having no other choice he lets the woman move him to one side. He stands there, a thunderous look on his face. "I'm his number one fan," gushes Sophie but her words are no comfort to him.

"I'll go if you want me to," the schoolgirl offers timidly, looking hopefully from one woman to the other. "Of course not," says Melody, "in fact, you're more than welcome to assist us."

Sophie cannot take her eyes off Marcus's penis and testicles. "Come closer," beckons Kimberly. "Yes, don't be shy," adds Melody.

Sophie walks around him - the way she stares so openly makes him feel uncomfortable. He wishes he could do something about it but he's in no position to make demands.

"I never in a million years thought I'd get to see my hero like this!" Exclaims the girl. Melody and Kimberly are impressed by her keenness. Marcus is going to need every fan he can get if his sponsors do decide to sue him.

Gingerly, Sophie reaches out and touches Marcus's penis.

She runs her finger down the length of his shaft in awe. It feels silky smooth and warm to the touch.

Marcus is horrified. His erection has subsided with the shock of Sophie's arrival - but what if he gets hard again?

She very delicately takes hold of the tip of his penis in her hand. Kimberly looks across to Melody - the girl is obviously very nervous.

"Here," says Kimberly, "you don't have to be scared of it. It's just a silly little penis - it can't hurt you."

Melody takes Sophie's other hand and guides it towards Marcus's testicles. "Take hold of these too," she says encouragingly.

"Grab them nice and tight," Kimberly says. Marcus gulps - that's the last thing he wants!

"Like this you mean?" Asks Sophie, gripping his balls and squeezing his cock. "That's very good," says Kimberly, pleased.

Marcus doesn't think it's very good at all. In fact he can't think of anything worse! If the girl keeps touching him like this he's going to embarrass himself.

She stretches his scrotum and tugs on his penis starting to feel bolder and more confident.

"Oh Marcus, you are a big boy aren't you!" She says to him. 'Please no!' Thinks Marcus to himself - desperately trying to keep his unruly penis under control.

"He testicles feel all squishy! Aren't men's bits and pieces funny!" She says, bursting into laughter. Kimberly readily agrees.

She squeezes his balls hard and he has to stifle a yelp. It's almost painful yet at the same time pleasurable.

The older women help Sophie feel her way around Marcus's exposed genitalia offering words of advice.

They show her the correct way to handle his balls and she watches keenly, eager to learn.

Marcus winces as he has three sets of hands pulling and squeezing his privates. He feels powerless to stop them even though it makes him feel degraded.

He can do nothing but watch as they play with him, catching his breath every so often as they cause him pain.

His hands twitch at his sides - wanting to grab at the women and pull them off him.

But he knows that would be the end of everything. Melody would ensure the sponsors sued him. Kimberly would make sure he didn't earn another penny. And Sophie would no doubt release the nude pictures of him.

So even though he rages inside he must accept what they are doing to him even though to do so costs him dear.

And he has other worries as he feels himself starting to become aroused again. The only stand he can make against them is not to let them see him reacting.

But his penis is already starting to thicken and nothing he thinks about seems to stop it.

Sophie has noticed its growth and is fascinated, stroking it to see if that encourages it.

"Would you care to take a look at his backside?" Asks Melody, "we were just checking it over when you arrived."

Marcus looks at the woman in shock. "Yes please!" Says Sophie - only too happy to be given the opportunity.

Melody and Kimberly bundle a protesting Marcus around.

The women order him to flex his muscles so Sophie can feel how fit and strong he is. It's insulting being treated like a piece of meat - but he still has to do what he is told.

Sophie cheekily reaches down and smacks his firm buttock.

She's getting more and more confident with every passing moment.

Marcus tries to resist as they make to bend him over. "No!" He says, "I won't let you." But the women are firm. "Do it now!" Says Melody.

Reluctantly he leans forward, painfully aware that his anus is once again vulnerable.

The women dive in and paw at his buttocks, pulling them apart.

He feels a finger slide between his cheeks and brush against his sphincter and his head snaps round. What the hell are these women doing to him? He starts to sweat - realising that things are about to get a whole lot more intimate.

Marcus is in no position to negotiate having fallen foul of powerful Melody Eustace. But that doesn't make it any easier for him to accept the demeaning position the women have got him in. He struggles to control his anger at the casual way they use his naked body. He must try and contain himself however if he wants to avoid being sued by his sponsors.

The women all agree that Marcus should be punished further for the cruel way he treated Sophie earlier. "Do you think we should use some sort of lubricant to make it a bit more comfortable for him?" The school girl asks.

"That's very considerate of your Sophie. And more than he deserves after the things he said to you. But I'm sure we can find something to use," replies Kimberly slyly.

She leans over the prone man and releases a huge blob of spit down the crack of his arse.

Marcus's backside twitches as the cold liquid runs down his exposed flesh. "Thank you - that's perfect!" Says Sophie, eagerly rubbing it into his tight puckered hole.

Marcus looks round, filled with dread. He can guess something unpleasant is about to happen but is powerless to stop them.

Sophie presses the tip of her pen against Marcus's resistant sphincter. "Go ahead Sophie," encourages Melody.

"Shove it right in. Teach him the importance of manners when he meets his fans in future."

Using all her might, Sophie drives the thick pen right into Marcus's anal cavity feeling a certain satisfaction at hearing him yelp.

"FUCK ME!" He bellows, totally taken aback by how much it hurts. "Well done Sophie!" Enthuses Melody and the women all laugh at how ridiculous the man looks with the green pen poking out of his backside.

The schoolgirl cannot resist and grabs hold of it, wriggling it around and causing Marcus to shout out in agony.

Kimberly has a go too - venting her anger at the way Marcus has treated her in the past and delighting in the muffled noises he makes.

Marcus clenches his teeth - not wanting to give the women the satisfaction of knowing how painful it is.

But as they take turns to fuck him with the pen it becomes harder and harder to hide what he is feeling.

As well as the sharp pain there is also the humiliating knowledge that his PR agent's spit is being used as lubricant.

Not to mention the shame that two women and a little girl are the ones causing him so much distress. If his opponent Andre Zivoski ever found out about this he'd have a field day!

He manages to squeeze hard and the pen pops out of his rectum with Sophie only just managing to catch it in time.

But any sense of victory he feels is short-lived when Melody suggests that Sophie might care to use her finger instead.

After all, that will be impossible for him to eject without their permission!

So Sophie rams her digit into Marcus with relish and begins to fuck him with that instead.

"Aaargh!" Even though her finger is slimmer than the pen, the way she probes around his anal cavity is far more upsetting and painful.

Wanting to go even further, the girl manages to get two fingers inside him at the same time! Marcus feels like his arse is being split wide open.

Sophie grins with pleasure as she works her fingers in and out of the tennis star - enjoying the sense of power she has over him.

Kimberly reaches between his legs and starts to massage his penis and testicles wanting to humiliate him even further.

Marcus has never experienced anything so utterly demeaning as being finger-fucked by a schoolgirl. He seethes with rage but is impotent to put an end to his debasement.

Eventually Sophie feels Marcus has had enough to learn his lesson and withdraws her fingers. "That was such fun!" She exclaims, clapping her hands together.

Marcus stands unsteadily up, his head spinning - the experience etched permanently on his memory.

"I want you to cum for me now," says Sophie - unashamedly seizing hold of his penis. "What?" He mumbles in shock - not believing what he is hearing.

But her intentions are made completely clear when the girl starts tugging on his penis insistently. All he can do is look down helplessly as his organ immediately starts to respond.

He has to look away as she stares him boldly in the eye while manipulating his ever hardening cock.

"Kimberly, would you mind taking over?" Asks Sophie sweetly - passing Marcus's member over to the older woman.

Marcus is horrified when the girl pulls out her camera again and his stomach churns as he realises she's not content with the photos she already has.

"No. No! You can't do that! I won't stand for it," he shouts. "Oh Marcus, you really don't understand the position you're in do you?" Says Melody with a grin.

"I basically own you now and you will do whatever young Sophie here asks of you," she continues while the girl goes in for a close-up for his throbbing penis.

Melody makes sure his arms are securely pinned behind his back in case he tries to break free. But Marcus is a beaten man and realises that he's completely at their mercy.

He grimaces as Sophie moves to take the ultimate selfie - herself with her new friends and the world's most famous tennis star!

She shows him the picture and he's distressed to see how clear it is - there would be no doubt that it was him in the photo should she ever decide to release it.

Even though he's deeply worried about the compromising pictures he suddenly has other concerns as a sudden rush of orgasm takes him over.

Sophie captures the moment as he ejaculates with Kimberly pumping away at his cock.

Whilst the sense of release feels wonderful he also feels dirty and ashamed as copious amounts of semen spray all over the floor.

There's nothing he can do as the women squeal with delight as he shoots his load.

Even Melody is impressed. Her female clients will definitely be interested in Marcus if he can perform like that every time!

Eventually the orgasm starts to fade and Kimberly coaxes out the last few drops of sperm.

Marcus closes his eyes in shame as the women comment on how much ejaculate he has managed to produce for them. He's never felt lower in all his life.

"Not bad Marcus. I'm glad you're finally learning the importance of doing what you are told. I think we might be able to use you after all - get you earning some serious money," says Melody.

"But of course you yourself will end up with very little by the time you've paid Kimberly and myself our share. Not to mention the salary for Kimberly's new assistant - Sophie. Still - it'll be better than the alternative..." She leaves her words hanging and Marcus knows he is truly beaten and will spend the rest of his life in humble service to the three cunning women who have changed his world forever.

The Tennis Champ's Balls