VICTIMISED: The Footballer
Rose and Rebekah have always fancied getting a man to themselves so they can work out their sexual fantasies on him. The problem is men are too demanding, eager to get the women’s clothes off so they can please themselves. They’ve talked endlessly about the things they’d like to do if only they could control a man completely and they have finally decided to put their plan into action. It’s a cool spring day when they set out for a walk with a well-planned scheme to get exactly what they want.
“The football match was postponed so I’m not sure how many football fans will be around to participate in our ‘survey’,” Rebekah says.
“Don’t worry,” Rose says. “There’s always a few ‘fans’ lingering around hoping to snap some pics of their favourite player.”
“See, I told you.”
Men hang around the massive stadium snapping pictures and fondling their newly purchased merchandise.
They see dozens of men fuelled by several pints of beer, all in a lively up-for-it mood with the zealous feelings they have for their beloved footy team.
“Barely a challenge, is it?” Rose says. “It’ll be like shooting fish in a barrel.”
“Hang on,” she says with something catching her eye.
A handsome young man makes his way down the long flight of stairs. He glances around wary of the paparazzi and eager fans.
“Didn’t I see his picture in the paper the other day?” Rebekah whispers to Rose. “That couldn’t be…?”
“Jez Armstrong!” Rose says.
The gossip mags are already full of Jezza's bad-boy behaviour; making dodgy moves on girls in nightclubs. He’s notoriously head-strong and ambitious with all the makings of another sporty sexual predator.
Rose and Rebekah share a conspiratorial smile. This is going to be fun.
The girls watch him sauntering down the steps and try to head him off.
They stride confidently up to him as if they’ve done this a million times though it’s actually the first.
The girls size him up thinking how he’s not as tough looking as he appears in all the tabloid photographs.
“Excuse me!” Rose says as they approach him.
‘Oh right,’ he thinks smugly. ‘More fans wanting an autograph and a free limo ride.’
“We’re conducting a survey,” Rose says. “And we’re wondering if you can help us?”
“A survey?” he says dumbfounded. Don’t these birds know who I am?!
“Look I’d like to help you love, but I’m busy.”
“I’m on my way to meet my team for a photo shoot.”
“You know how it is when you’re a footballer. Everyone wants a piece of you.”
The girls still aren’t acting suitably impressed. “Maybe you’ve heard of me? Jez Armstrong? You must have heard of Arsenal? As in the big stadium next to us?” he says as if they are idiots.
“Oh right,” Rose says unfazed by his bragging. “But it’ll only take a few minutes.”
“It’s only over there. Really it won’t take anytime at all.”
“Won’t you come up for our survey?”
“I suppose I should mention it’s a sex survey,” Rebekah says.
“A sex survey?” he says flummoxed.
“Yes, we know it’s an embarrassing subject. However, we’re keen to evaluate what men’s sexual tastes are and how they react to sexual stimulation.”
His ears instantly prick up. “Wow, that sounds… erm… very scientific.”
“Oh very,” Rose says enthusiastically. “We’re at the cutting edge of scientific research. And we're very keen on using visual aides I might add.”
“Our studies are, of course, all confidential. Personally, we’re very keen to investigate the sexual minds of men.”
“How can I refuse a couple of lovelies like you?” he says laying on the charm. “Lead the way.”
The girls lead Jez away. His cock is already hardening in his trousers at the thought of screwing these two sluts till they are begging for more. They’ll be even more grateful once they’ve realized they’ve fucked a famous footballer.
Getting him to follow them was almost too easy. They knew this brainless bozo would come running at the slightest hint of sex.
No one sees where the famous footballer Jez Armstrong is going. His agents, team mates and managers have no idea where he is or what is about to happen to him. And he doesn't have a clue.
Having stumbled upon the hottest multi-million pound football player, Rose and Rebekah are determined to selfishly get him to themselves. Sportsmen are so confident and self important they think they can control any situation they get into. Jez foolishly follows along behind them having no idea where he's being led or what's going to happen to him. All he thinks he'll get is a quick blow job before rushing out to his next team photo shoot.
“We won’t take much of your precious time,” Rose assures him leading them into an abandoned office block.
“Take a seat and we’ll get started with the sex survey.”
Jez looks around uncertainly. What sort of office is this? These girls must run a ramshackle operation.
“You don’t mind if we get a little more comfortable, do you?” Rose says slipping off her jacket.
“It’s so difficult to work bundled under all these clothes,” Rebekah adds.
Jez feels his prick spring to attention again. Yes, these girls are definitely up for it. Ah, the perks of being a star footballer!
He contemplates which one he wants to fuck first. Maybe he’ll just do both at the same time.
“So you girls want to frisk me for information?” he says trying to flirt and be clever at the same time.
“Why don’t we start with you girlie? What sexual information do you want from me?”
He grins utterly confident, the blood rushing to his cock.
“Why don’t you girls get really comfortable and take off the rest?”
“We’re quite comfortable Jez,” Rose says walking toward him, her heels menacingly clicking on the cold cheap floor. “Let’s start with a little exercise, shall we?”
“The thing is I’ve already done my exercise for the day,” Jez says.
“No I mean an exercise of trust,” Rose corrects him. “This will ensure us that your responses to the survey are truthful.”
Before he can respond, Jez feels his arms being pulled smartly behind his back and tied together.
“If you trust us to tie you up, we can trust you’ll give us accurate results.”
Jez feels a twinge of panic as this is all starting to give him a bad feeling, but he’s not about to show any weakness by objecting.
“Where shall we start… how many times do you masturbate in a week?”
“Masturbate?” he says feeling embarrassed.
“That’s right. How often do you pull your todger?” she asks looking down at his crotch.
Jez thought the questions were going to focus on the girls and what kinds he likes. He's never talked about masturbation to any woman.
“Come on, out with it. How much do you wank?” “I think we need to coerce some answers out of him,” Rebekah says.
The girls roughly grab Jez and pull him up.
“Enough with the questions. Let’s get his shirt off,” Rebekah says. Jez is highly alarmed by how abrupt and insistent the girls are.
They grab his shirt and rip it open, sending the buttons flying.
He twists around and says “Hey!” in objection, but the girls only laugh seeing his firm athletic chest revealed.
He can’t tell if this is fun or frightening, but is angry that he’s being exposed instead of them.
“The only clothes that will be coming off are yours,” Rose assures him. “Permanently!”
“You expect us to screw and service you just because you play for a famous football club? What a fucking moron!”
Jez hears his clothes being sliced off and he turns around in alarm.
He tries to pull away before they are destroyed but only ends up ripping them more.
Rose confidently cuts his clothing away leaving him completely naked from the waist up without any way of covering himself.
He shows his real anger, growling like a beast as he helplessly watches his shirt being demolished.
“Get the fuck off me!” he demands. Jez isn’t used to having his orders ignored.
No. You listen to us and do what we say or we’ll ensure your career is trashed and your life is ruined!” Rose threatens.
Rebekah expertly ties up his arms so he’s unable to fight back.
“Ready to answer our questions yet, you stupid fucking footballer?”
“He’s really scared now,” Rebekah says.
He’s enraged these women are actually laughing and mocking him! He’s used to only being envied and respected.
“I’ve always wanted to test how sensitive men’s nipples are,” Rose says.
Rebekah holds him firmly while Rose clamps them on.
He’s never felt so violated. This is outrageous! He’s going to have these girls locked up.
The pain is immediate and intense.
He howls as Rebekah tugs carelessly at the chain sending lightning bolts of pain through his body.
“Oh he is sensitive,” Rose observes, flicking at his squeezed nipples.
“If you keep kicking up a fuss we’ll tear them off,” Rose warns.
“Got it?” she says yanking on the chain. “YES! PLEASE!” he cries.
“I want his trousers off,” Rebekah says. “What are those big footballer’s legs really like?”
“Shall I find out?” Rose says teasingly.
She pulls out her scissors again and snaps them open and shut. This intimidates Jez tremendously.
Rose begins slicing up the legs of his trousers. Jez wants to fight back, but Rebekah has the chain in her hand and could torture his nipples with the flick of a finger.
“Don’t! How will I walk back to the club?!” he asks desperately.
Rose and Rebekah simply laugh in response. They don’t care in the least.
Rebekah expertly removes the other leg while Jez has to watch on helplessly.
The cavernous room is filled with the echoing sound of cloth tearing.
Rebekah slices his trousers clean off making sure that they are completely and utterly ruined.
She positions the scissors over his cock and balls making the footballer start in terror.
He instinctively draws away in fear, but Rebekah is only interested in cutting the fabric of his pants.
She snips a bit here and there while terrified Jez shouts out for help.
Her cutting makes his cock and balls flop out into the open. “Let’s see that million dollar package!” Rose says.
Rebekah excited pulls and cuts at his pants further, completely destroying them.
“Look at how loose and dangly his balls are,” she comments. “Think it’s from all that running up and down the field?”
Jez twists his body and struggles but his penis and balls are fully out in the open now. His pants have been shredded beyond repair.
Rebekah takes his genitals in while he tries to hide himself in embarrassment.
He tries to manoeuvre his body away from the women’s grabbing hands. They laugh and snap at his genitals finding it great sport. The fully naked, bound footballer can’t do a thing to stop them from doing whatever they want.
When Jez received his big footballer's contract he thought he'd signed on for a life of luxury and pleasure, women falling over themselves to let him screw them. Instead he's been snapped up by two women he took for female fans and taken to their cold, grungy lair. He's too proud to admit it, but he's frightened and deeply embarrassed about being stripped merely for their perverse amusement. And he has no idea what is going to happen next!
Now that the women have roughly cut and torn the pants from his body, scratching and gouging at his skin along the way, his cock is fully exposed. Used to having his sizeable penis admired, he now finds the women flicking his member viciously.
Jez twists his body away from her intrusive prodding, resenting how she’s treating his proud cock in such a disdainful fashion.
Despite himself, his cock grows a little. But instead of admiring it the women laugh and greedily squeeze and tug it.
She strokes and squeezes his penis against his will. This isn’t the way he likes to play and he’s furious at these two bitches for tricking him into this.
Rebekah roughly shoves him down. His arse hits the dirty floor with a painful thump.
“Get off me! What’s this all about?!” he demands to know while the women yank his trainers and socks off.
The women chuckle to themselves, carelessly flinging what was left of his clothing away.
“You’re a filthy, hairy beast and we’re going to give you what you deserve,” Rose promises.
He tries to talk back to her, but Rebekah grabs onto the nipple chain and gives it a tug hard enough to choke the breath out of him.
The women then continue flicking at his sensitive penis, peering at his pendulous balls in the process.
Jez realizes these women are obviously determined to have their way with him. They prod and tease him getting deeper under his skin. His hands are tied behind his back and he’s completely vulnerable to their whims.
“Kiss my shoes,” Rose orders authoritatively.
Jez feels disgusted by the idea. When he doesn’t move fast enough Rebekah tips his arse over forcing him to do it.
Recognizing their power and superiority over him, he sticks his tongue out to obey.
His arms are painfully bound behind his back and his body is doubled up in pain.
Rebekah laughs cruelly, spanking his bare arse while he services the woman’s shoes.
Each smack makes every nerve in his body alert.
He’s fully conscious of how exposed he is, how shamefully his naked body is displayed.
The walls feel like they are closing in on him as he feels himself assaulted from both ends.
His balls slap between his massive thighs and his nipples sting under the pull of the painful nipple clamps.
Jez has never been so exposed, his big footballer’s arse pointed up for the women to spank till it’s glowing pink with his arsehole revealed.
“Call that licking? Stick your tongue out filthy beast!” Rose orders.
He pushes his trembling tongue out to taste the top of her shoe and stocking.
The women make him turn around and demand, “Lick her shoes as well!” His senses go on alert when Rose lifts her foot to stroke his big hanging balls.
He imagines how he must look, crouched naked on the floor as the tall strong women stare down at him in disgust.
He can’t believe he’s sunk so low so quickly, lapping at the women’s feet like a dog.
His arms are twisted up painfully behind his back, squeezed so tightly by his binds that his circulation is restricted.
“That was a pathetic job,” Rebekah sneers kicking him over.
The breath is knocked out of him as he rolls over, his arms painfully wrenched behind his back and the nipple clamps tugging torturously.
He lays flat against the cold filthy floor, his cock and balls hanging out for the women’s amusement.
“You’d better realise that you're not a big fancy footballer in here,” Rose says staring down at him.
Rebekah raises his head up so Rose can show him something.
She lifts the cloth to reveal an array of terrifying “toys”.
“What kind of sick game is this?” he wonders fearfully, feeling genuinely scared for his safety.
No one knows where he is. He has no idea who these women are or what they are really capable of.
He shakes as Rose walks slowly towards him, towering intimidatingly above him. “Is the big strong footballer frightened?”
“Nothing to be scared of,” Rose goes on speaking down to him. “We’re going to play a little game.”
The women string him up with his hands tied and his legs locked and bound in place. “Right,” Rebekah says. “We want you to repeat what we say loud and clear. If you don’t you will be punished.”
“Say ‘I’m a pathetic footballer wanker.” Jez simply stares back at her, silent and angry.
Rebekah immediately corrects him by giving a swift hard kick to his nuts.
The wind is completely knocked out of him and he feels a tremendous pain shooting up his body. He moans in agony.
Rose gives him a hard firm kick as well, making him violently double-up with pain.
His genitals are throbbing and he’s horribly aware of how vulnerable he is. As he lifts his head he sees Rebekah approach clutching a frightening looking metal pole.
“You had your chance,” Rebekah sneers, approaching him from behind. Jez tries to twist away in fear.
“No, please!” he begs. “I’ll say what you want. I’m… I’m a wanker.”
Rebekah ignores him, focusing on his large firm bum.
She grabs hold of it eagerly exploring the hidden sensitive hole between his cheeks.
His arsehole twitches. Jez has never been so acutely aware of this sensitive region of his body.
Rebekah inserts the metal pole against his hole while he uselessly tries to wriggle away.
The device slides between his hairy cheeks and into his resistant hole.
Jez grunts angrily feeling the cold metal pole entering him, overcome with fear and distress about being violated like this. Rebekah flicks a switch and the rod shudders into life.
Rebekah’s eyes gleam with malicious delight giving it to this fit arrogant footballer.
His heart is beating rapidly and he quickly breathes in and out, his entire body flaring up in anger.
“Argh! Get that fucking thing out of me you bitch!!!”
She pushes the metal rod in further, making him squirm in pain and making his cock tingle.
Rebekah eagerly shoves it up him, intent only on acting on her desire to give it to this randy footballer hard!
He grapples helplessly, completely restrained and unable to get away as she penetrates his virgin arsehole.
He panics, whining helplessly, “Stop! I’m a useless wanker! Please!” Struggling against the searing pain of the sharp device being screwed up him and overcome with shame that he’s being fucked by a woman.
Jez is experiencing for the first time in his life a total loss of control. He's used to ruling over women and having them submit to his presumed superiority. Where have his trusted team mates, eager female fans and the glitz of the press gone? All that exists for him is this stark cold room and the two dominant women who are intent on squeezing every last drop of pleasure out of his bound naked body.
Jez moans in pain, made to sit on the metal pole which Rebekah has shoved up his rectum. His hands and legs are bound making it impossible for him to move or escape. Every attempt he makes to do so only result in the pole sliding further up his arse.
The girls lustfully grab at his penis, sinking their nails into the soft sensitive flesh of it.
He’s always been incredibly proud of his cock.
But here these two girls are slapping it and tugging it roughly while laughing and mocking him hideously.
“Oh, it’s not much is it really?” Rebekah says. “Pathetic I’d say,” Rose answers squeezing his penis. "Small enough to fuck."
Rose inserts her nail into the slit of his penis and wiggles her finger.
Jez moans in pain and tries to squirm away, but only inadvertently pushes the metal rod up his arsehole further.
Rose pushes her finger into the narrow opening in his plump cock.
The pain is so acute and it’s such a degrading assault on his manhood, Jez can’t take it.
The women sneer at how weak he’s being and grab at his cock more.
“I think the big tough footballer likes having a pole up his arse,” Rose says squeezing his dick.
“If only people knew what a sorry pussy-boy with tiny nuts this jock is!”
He stares down miserably at his genitals seeing how they really are small and pathetic.
He’s on the brink of bursting into tears. The women’s cruel words are ringing in his ears. His body is held in place and he can’t hide from his shame.
“You’ve been sitting back on my stick,” Rebekah says. “You must really like it.”
“Let’s see if it goes in any further,” she says sliding it up his tender hole.
His body is trembling, tested to the limit of his endurance as the pole slides in more.
Feeling something going up his arse for the first time makes him feel like his manhood is being completely stripped away and is causing his balls to shrivel up to nothing.
Without warning, Rebekah yanks the metal rod out of his arse making him howl in agony.
“Can’t take a little pain. This footballer really needs better training,” she comments sliding her hand up his muscular thigh.
“Any other sportsman could take more, couldn’t he?” Rose says. “Absolutely,” Rebekah agrees.
“Now let’s see if you’ve learned the right answers this time,” Rose says.
“Who is a dickless weakling bitch?” she asks.
He heaves for breath, feeling the words course through his body. His pride is still a strong barrier, preventing him from repeating her words. “I don’t hear anything,” Rose says.
She swiftly gives him a hard kick to the balls.
A searing pain shoots up his body, making him want to puke.
He moans and tries to collapse forward, but he’s tightly bound up and Rebekah holds him in place.
“Did you say something?” Rose asks. “Please stop,” he hisses angrily. “I’m a… a dickless…”
Given how slowly he repeats the words, Rebekah gives him a hard ball-crushing kick to the scrotum.
Jez howls in rage, his muscular body straining against his binds.
His balls throb hotly with pain.
The wind is completely knocked out of him and Jez feels on the brink of losing consciousness.
“What’s his balls look like now?” Rose wonders grabbing for his genitals.
They pull his dick up to examine them. His testicles are throbbing.
“Imagine that. The big famous footballer can’t take a little pain. What a loser!”
She pats his balls and gives them a little squeeze. The lightest touch now causes him immense pain.
He falls forward gasping for breath and spluttering, “Please… I’m a sorry… dickless… no more!” The women merely laugh.
Through his watery eyes he can see Rebekah carrying something else towards him.
She ties it firmly around his aching cock and balls.
His dick and balls are so sensitive now, anything touching them grates against his nerves.
“You’re such a pervert getting hot and excited over our little experiment,” Rose says shaking her head.
They pull out a couple of super-soakers ready to cool him off.
The girls aim it for the bucket. With each drop that falls in a little more pressure is given to the knotted rope around his dick.
He tries to shake the bucket so they miss, unable to stand any more weight pulling on his incredibly sensitive genitals.
The women take precise aim, squirting a heavy amount of liquid into the bucket strangling his cock and balls.
With great gusto Rebekah cocks her gun and aims it directly at the proud footballer’s face.
While he’s whining in pain, she shoots water all over his face, soaking his strong features.
He winces and struggles to turn away, so totally covered in shame he can’t stand it anymore.
He’s overwhelmed being assaulted from both sides, getting so much water in his face he can’t see.
At the same time the bucket is steadily filling with water creating a greater and more painful strain on his genitals.
“He can’t even take a little water,” Rebekah says. “What a pussy!”
“Useless,” Rose agrees surveying his naked body. “Utterly useless.”
Rebekah creeps up behind him and gives a hard kick to the bucket.
The water sloshes back and forth and the rope tightens and tugs ever more painfully at his groin.
“Argh!” he howls feeling as if his sensitive dick and balls are about to be snapped off.
The slightest effort from the women causes Jez immense pain. He clambers forward, the weight on his genitals proving unbearable.
The women have walked away leaving Jez shivering. He’d collapse forward in pain, but the ropes and binds hold him firm.
His thoughts are clouded by the ever-present sensation of the bucket weighing down his cock and balls, each second dragging slowly and painfully by like an eternity. His exposure and degradation is so complete he feels utterly shattered. Years of slowly building his confidence and pride shattered in a few minutes.
The women have tied Jez to the floor and left him for some time to marinade in his own self-pity and misery. They left giving no indication for when or if they would return. He cried and hollered for help until his voice was hoarse, but the building is cold and abandoned. Left alone and stretched out naked on the floor he contemplates how low he has sank so quickly. He becomes startlingly aware of how vulnerable he is and how he is totally reliant upon these women.
“Look at the big hairy oaf,” Rose comments, as the women re-enter. “Isn’t he a sorry sight?”
Fearful he’d be left here forever, Jez is relieved to see them. But he also feels an instant surge of shame at being strung out naked for the women to look down upon.
The women tower over Jez making him feel incredibly small and lowly. He wriggles on the dirty floor and pleads to be released.
He watches with horror as Rose determinedly steps onto his body!
Her sharp pointed heel connects directly with his sensitive nipple making his chest blossom in pain.
Her full weight sinks into his chest and stomach as she steps down his body, flattening him against the floor.
Next Rebekah takes her turn stepping along his body, laughing while grinding the sharp heels of her shoes into his flesh.
“Pathetic,” Rose sneers. “We’re going to leave our mark on you so everyone knows that you’re nothing but a perverted pussy-boy!”
The women dig their nails into his body, scraping along his skin till it burns.
Rebekah claws mercilessly at his flesh while Rose fiercely slaps his cock and balls.
Large red welts explode over his flesh leaving marks that won’t be quick to leave.
He grunts angrily as she tears relentlessly at his skin, searing his nerves.
The nails bite into his flesh and his cock stings under the women’s persistent smacks.
“Every time you take your shirt off on the field or in the locker room the whole world will know what a sorry pervert you are,” Rebekah promises.
“No please,” Jez begs seeing Rose standing over him with the flogger. He struggles to escape but his wrists and ankles are firmly tied.
The lash comes down swiftly cracking against his penis and strong thighs.
He rolls on the floor moaning in pain.
Rebekah lashes his stomach making his skin burst into flame.
Rose tramples on his cock driving in the knowledge of what a useless and sorry thing it is.
He cries out as he feels the incredibly sensitive head of his cock crushed under her shoe.
An intense pain explodes in his dick and balls.
The most intimate part of his body is being treated like a filthy doormat!
Rebekah’s heels sink deeply into his bright pink scrotum.
The women laugh seeing how his genitals have flared up under their persistant stamping.
Rose shoves her foot in his mouth and orders “Service my feet, scum!”
He tosses his head aside tasting the sole of her foot and smelling the pungent heat from it.
The women giggle at how futilely he struggles to avoid it, but Rose insistently shoves it in his mouth.
“Let’s fuck this sorry footballer,” Rebekah says.
“This should do nicely,” Rose says stroking the long spiked heel of her shoe.
She roughly inserts it into the head of his cock.
He groans and wriggles in place trying to escape the searing pain. The women smack his genitals and order him to remain still.
Rebekah holds his head up so he can watch while Rose methodically pushes the heel into his dick.
The stinging pain of the heel entering his dick travels through his whole body.
Rose holds his penis firmly in place, pushing the heel slowly further and further in.
He cries out unable to stand this intimate excruciating pain.
He twists his head, struggles to escape, but he’s firmly bound in place.
His body is trembling from this intense new form of pain. "Listen to him crying like a baby," Rebekah says.
Jez scowls at the women, angrier than he’s ever been in his life, but utterly helpless to do anything about it.
“All this work has worn me out,” Rose says turning around to have a seat.
She plants her arse directly over his cock and balls, crushing them beneath her.
He moans miserably watching Rebekah approach him as well. “What a good idea,” she says.
“Not much is he?” she comments. “This lump of muscle and spunk.”
“You’ve done exceptionally well, darling,” Rose says.
“Really I love watching you work.” Jez listens miserably. The women are acting like he isn’t even there!
They lean against each other kissing passionately while sitting firmly on his naked body.
Jez is pained watching these women’s lips locked in a steamy kiss.
He wishes so badly they’d deliver the same warmth and love to him.
He feels spurned being used as a floor cushion, his body throbbing in pain, while these women have their intimate pleasure.
He can’t stand watching it. He is completely useless. His entire feeling of self-worth drains away to nothing.
The women abruptly stand leaving him stretched out naked and freezing.
The joints and muscles in his arms and legs are burning from being tied in place for such an extended period of time.
They walk away and he’s left feeling miserably alone, wishing for the smallest warm touch from their strong female bodies.
The greedy women have tied up the weakened and confused football star in a different position. This time they want his arse on glorious display and his dick and balls within easy reach should they care to toy with them. Jez has never felt so vulnerable and exposed. He struggles with all his strength but his arms are firmly tied to his muscular thighs and his legs are securely locked. There's no escaping whatever the women choose to give him.
“This sorry piece of shit needs to learn he can’t fuck random girls with his buddies,” Rose says surveying his hairy naked body.
“He was involved in spit-roasting those female fans wasn’t he?” Rebekah recalls.
She hands the flogger to Rose so she can tenderize his muscles even further.
Jez’s body tenses and turns his head away saying, “I’m sorry! Please stop!”
The flogger smacks his chest with a hard slap.
He grunts angrily and struggles even more, feeling Rebekah smacking his arse at the same time, but he’s locked in place.
The women go about whacking him from all sides, grinning wickedly at having such a fit captive man.
“Get off!” Jez hollers feeling Rose’s flogger whacking his arse cheeks and the tender hole in the centre.
He wriggles and fights in absolute rage.
I think we’ve found his weak spot, Rose says referring to his violent reaction to having his arsehole hit.
She taps his hole with the riding crop while Rebekah wallops his chest, making him so angry at this intimate invasive action; it’s torture.
It feels like a disgusting violation to have his arsehole being exposed and slapped. Jez feels so ashamed of the way she grins fiendishly down at it.
Rose focuses on his tender winking arsehole while lifting up her skirt.
“Make sure he watches this,” Rose says revealing the strap on hidden beneath.
It’s like a nightmare. Jez thrashes about, horrified that his hole is about to be invaded by this heartless bitch. He’s never even allowed a woman to put a finger up there, let alone this!
He tries to tighten his cheeks together, but he makes an easy target for Rose’s hard dildo.
His cheeks are burning hot from the flogging he received. His entire groin and arse has been made incredibly sensitive.
Rose easily pushes the strap on so it glides between his tense cheeks into his resistant hole.
Jez strains feeling the foreign object invading his body, slicing into the most sensitive secret part of him!
Rose thrusts her hips forward sliding it into the horrified footballer who bites his lips and tosses his head back and forth.
The dildo feels massive to Jez as it plows into his arse.
It violently rips open his hole as Rose excitedly fucks him.
He tries so hard to pry his hands free he develops red sores on his wrists. It’s horrifying that he can be screwed and do absolutely nothing about it.
“Hardly a man, is he?” Rose laughs. “Can’t even take a little fucking.”
Jez moans and cries feeling so low and pathetic.
“Shush now, this is nothing more than what you gave to all those female fans,” Rose says continuing to fuck him.
She moans excitedly thrusting in and out of his arse while Rebekah pushes his head up to watch himself be penetrated by a woman.
“Stop it! I can’t take anymore!” he pleads.
Rebekah whips out her own strap on to shut him up, smacking his mouth with it.
“I can’t” he cries disgusted by the idea of having to suck a hard plastic cock.
Rebekah merely laughs and pushes it into his mouth as he screams and hollars.
The women are incredibly sexually excited having a succulent young footballer to gang up on and screw together.
Jez does his best to turn his head and clamp his mouth shut.
But Rebekah positions herself right over his head so she can ram the strap on in giving him no way to resist sucking it.
She slides it in and out screwing his mouth.
Rose continues energetically fucking his arse.
Jez is completely overwhelmed being spit-roasted, women on both sides invading his orifices and dominating him totally.
Rebekah’s strap on is pushed down his throat hard so he’s nearly choking on it.
Rose moans while thrusting into him, really getting off on screwing him hard and watching his face in agony.
Jez’s body is hot with rage, entirely incapable of fighting or resisting the women on either side of him.
He finds the harder he fights, the worse it is so he opens his mouth to suck on the strap on being hammered into his face.
“Eat it! You worthless bag of shit!” Rose roars clutching his legs and fucking him.
She laughs watching him take it though he’s nearly choking, spit dribbling out of the corners of his mouth.
“I think he’s got my toy dirty,” Rose says angrily slapping his leg.
She pulls out of Jez and walks around to his head. He instantly struggles, gasping for air.
“Open up and suck it clean,” Rose orders pushing the used dildo in his face.
With his lips trembling he opens them up and receives the instrument, pungent with the smell of his own arsehole.
He closes his lips around it sucking the dildo clean.
“He’s getting a bit sweaty from all this exercise,” Rose says. “Shall we air him out?”
“Yeah he looks like he could use it,” Rebekah agrees looking at his arse covered in angry red welts.
With the mere press of a button, Jez’ legs are hoisted up higher.
Jez is startled feeling himself helplessly dragged up higher. Rebekah proudly admires the work they’ve done on his arse.
The cables raise him up in the air, suspended in mid-air. He struggles against his binds but it’s no use.
He feels light-headed and disorientated being upside down and from the substantial physical workout the women just gave him.
Rebekah grabs hold of his cock and very firmly pulls it to the right.
Jez is sent spinning around. The room swirls around him and he hears the laughter from the women as they leave.
Again he has no idea where they are going or if they are coming back!
He fights the urge to call out to them. It disgusts him that he’s completely reliant on these women who can use him or leave him as they please.
“Wait! Please!” he cries pathetically. His body is sore and aching from his beating, his jaw is in pain and his arse is positively burning. He feels totally defeated.
The women have tied Jez to a bench and given him no indication of what's going to happen to him now. His body is wracked with pain, worse than after any football match he's ever played, so that now he can barely resist anything the women do to him. Even if he wasn't tied up, he'd find it difficult to fend them off. And he's learned through a painful process that resisting them will only earn him crueller punishment.
Jez tries to think of a time earlier today when he considered himself master of the world. It seems such a long time ago. He finds it impossible to calculate how much time has passed since he’s been trapped in this hellish dingy warehouse.
He hears the relaxed and excited women laughing as they re-enter the room. His body trembles afresh, having no idea what’s going to happen to him now being tied down to the bench with his cock and balls fully on show.
Rebekah gives him a rude back-handed slap across the face. She wants him alert and angry.
He winces under the women’s slaps, feeling his blood begin to boil with indignation again.
“Wake up, you lazy shit,” Rose says smacking his cheek hard.
He feels truly low and disgusting after what the women have put him through.
“So this is the famous footballer’s notorious cock?” Rose says sounding unimpressed.
“Not really very much to shout about, is it?”
The girls grab his penis, testing the width of his shaft and the weight of the cumbersome thing.
Rebekah grips his dick and pulls it up so they can examine his smooth full chicken-skin pouch.
“Hmmm….” She muses unimpressed; pinching the tip of his penis, squeezing the head encased in the slippery foreskin.
Jez stares shamefully down at his genitals. He’s always been so proud of them, but these women are making him deeply ashamed.
He grunts as his tender privates are manipulated, still throbbing from the pain the women have inflicted upon him.
“I want to see him spill his footballer’s spunk,” Rose says.
Rebekah agrees and undoes his bound wrist. Jez can feel a tingling in his cock, sexually alert after being exposed for such a prolonged period of time.
She pushes his hand towards his cock and Jez feels a powerful urge to empty his balls now that he’s being allowed.
“Go on, show us how big it can get,” Rose laughs sceptically. “Yes, impress us,” Rebekah challenges him.
“I do hope it grows bigger than my little finger,” Rebekah says.
He strokes his dick feeling the shame of these women’s scorn sinking into ever pore of his body. "Needs a little moisture..."
She spits a great big gob onto his cock.
The women stare excitedly as his dick grows fatter and longer.
He thinks about the women whipping his bare arse and hurling insults at him.
Rebekah rubs his powerful thick thigh staring with lust directly at his throbbing member.
His hand pumps harder and faster as his scrotum tightens up.
“Wank it just for us,” she says hungrily.
His hips thrust up manically fucking his hand.
Cum erupts from the head of his cock and the women’s eyes are firmly locked on it.
Rebekah watches it dribble down the plump rosy head of his dick.
He squeezes it all out, enjoying every second like a filthy perv.
She’s breathless having brought him to this point, watching him in his full naked glory dripping with cum.
He can feel the women’s warm breasts pressed against his bare flesh, tightly contained within their shirts.
She laughs, proud to have driven him to such a frenzy of sexual excitement.
Jez is now completely drained of energy. Covered in his sperm, he’s completely in these women’s hands.
He’s untied and the women curl his naked body up.
They’ve had all the fun they want with him and now they are done.
Jez is reeling from the monumental power of his orgasm. It had slowly been building inside him all afternoon as the women teased, prodded and humiliated him.
They’ve systematically turned him into their slave and now he’s strangely comforted by being completely in their strong feminine control.
Rebekah efficiently binds his legs tightly together. They need to make him very compact.
He feels his naked body being curled into a ball, his hulking muscular frame folded up like it was nothing.
His head lolls back as he feels himself bound up tightly. He’ll do whatever these women want.
“I don’t suppose they’ll find him for some time,” Rose says.
“No, but when someone does, the reporters will have a field day!” Rebekah says looking at her handiwork.
She has a fiendish last-minute idea staring at him curled up with his arse and dick vulnerably exposed.
She grabs a fat dildo and roughly shoves it up his hole.
His toes flap as she rams it up his tight sphincter.
Jez’ teeth grit as he feels the thing sliding deep inside him, wrenching open his tender arsehole.
She presses it firmly in all the way up to the hilt.
She thinks that will get a special mention when he’s eventually found.
She opens up a large metal case. The dazed footballer has no idea what’s happening.
They slide him in easily, his hard body folding up to fit in the small space.
“Let’s see what the football club thinks when they find this delivered on their doorstep,” Rebekah says.
He’s shoved down, his aching muscles tightly packed in.
They slam the case shut with tremendous power.
It clangs shut. Jez is packed naked in the icy darkness.
“That was better than I ever dreamed,” Rebekah says, her heart still beating excitedly from the thrill of it.
“And easier than I thought it would be,” Rose agrees. The women share a conspiratorial smile, silently agreeing that they are hungry for more.
They walk out with smiles upon their faces, glowing with their supreme power.
Without another thought for Jez, they strut out of the building.
