EPISODE 1: It's one of those sultry afternoons when it's too hot to be indoors. A gaggle of college students have finished lessons and are standing around chatting about their days. Like most people of their age they all have Facebook profiles and Twitter accounts and spend a large part of their time posting updates to share with friends. Their entire social standing amongst their peers can depend on how good their profile pictures are! But right now they are happy gossiping about the lecturers and enjoying being out of the stuffy classrooms. Ellie, Sabrina, Jessica and Susan are best friends and just love to have fun. They allow Martin to hang out with them as he's easy to tease and blushes easily. They never pass up the chance to have some fun at his expense. Perhaps today they'll get the opportunity to get up to mischief!

Martin is a shy lad and always feels intimidated surrounded by the confident, chatting girls. He much prefers the security of online encounters where he can hide his inhibitions and indulge his fantasies.

But there are a couple of the girls that he fancies and he's trying to build up the courage to ask one of them out on a date.

Ellie is all fired up about her photography course - she's determined to become a photo journalist when she leaves college. "In class Leena gave us an assignment to take a picture of our favourite animal!" she gushes excitedly.

"What's your favourite animal?" Enquires Jessica. She's doing a computer course which isn't nearly as interesting as Ellie's so hangs on her every word.

"Erm," Ellie thinks for a moment. Unlike most girls, she's never been into fluffy cute animals. She tries to think of something big and interesting that will impress her tutor Leena.

"An elephant!" She says triumphantly. That should definitely get her noticed!

"Wow - that's so cool Ellie!" Jessica wishes she were doing the photography course herself now.

Always ready to spot the flaw, Susan pipes up: "Where are you going to find an elephant in this town?"

"The zoo. Obviously." Ellie gently mocks her friend.

Not wanting to be left out of the conversation, and to show that he's not as dumb as they think, Martin joins in: "Tickets to the zoo are expensive you know."

'Hmmm,' thinks Ellie to herself, 'Martin has a point.' Having spent all her money getting her photos framed she can't really afford to go to the zoo. What a shame!

"Yeah, I don't want to pay to look at stupid animals," cuts in Sabrina, "I want to take sexy new pictures for my Facebook profile." She's on the same course as Ellie but her interests in photography are more to do with wanting to be a glamour model.

"We've got these new lights that make everyone look SO hot. Like a model!"

Ellie thinks that there must be some way of getting a picture of an animal that will stand out from the inevitable array of cute puppies and guinea pigs.

"Oh!" says Susan suddenly remembering, "Will you take some pictures of me now? I haven't updated my profile picture in ages. It still has me with blue hair!"

Jessica looks at her friend with a smile. Susan changes the colour of her hair virtually every week and each time makes a huge fuss about changing her profile picture.

Ellie reaches into her bag for her camera, grateful for any opportunity to practice her photography skills.

She fiddles with the settings then looks through the viewfinder to frame the picture.

Susan flicks her hair and prepares herself to be photographed. Suddenly an idea occurs to her. Richard from English Lit never pays her any attention - perhaps if she made him jealous by appearing all over Facebook with Martin he'll finally ask her out.

She thrusts her chest out and stands close to Martin ensuring he'll be in all the photos. Martin stares bemusedly down the lens not sure what he's done to earn Susan's attentions.

Ellie takes the first photo - perfectly composed - of the two people in front of her.

Martin smiles uncomfortably; being so close to Susan's warm body is most disconcerting. He's not sure whether to put his arm round her shoulder or something. She's never shown any signs of interest in him before and it's all very confusing for the poor lad.

Suddenly he notices something out of the corner of his eye that distracts him from his thoughts.

A mysterious and sexy woman walks confidently along and Martin can't take his eyes off her.

She's so much more mature than his college friends, so much more sophisticated. He feels a stirring in his groin as he studies her voluptuous figure.

She seems so in control as she strides up the road. Not giggly or silly like the girls can be - this is a real woman.

Martin is now totally oblivious to the photo shoot and completely ignores Susan. He is dumbstruck with lust for the beautiful stranger and feels himself starting to get an erection.

'I bet she'd know what to do with it!' he thinks to himself - imagining her delicate, manicured hands grasping his manhood.

Ellie continues taking photos, but notices Martin is no longer paying attention. How irritating! She zooms out a bit to get a different shot. Oh well, Susan can always crop him out.

The woman walks past the group on her way and Martin follows her unable to tear his gaze away. She reminds him of his friend David's mum whom he's had a crush on for years.

Suddenly Martin's heart stops. The woman has turned her head and noticed him! Her enigmatic expression unreadable, but he thinks he can see a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Oh my God!

"Martin, I've finished!" Ellie's voice breaks through his reverie and snaps his attention back to the group.

"Ooh, ohh! Let's have a look!" Begs Susan, hopping from one foot to the other with excitement.

She rushes over to stand next to Ellie as she flicks through the pictures she's taken. She halts on one particular photo and Susan is a little annoyed - Martin has ruined it by looking away! Still - the others look pretty good.

Jessica looks over with interest. Ellie is usually such a good photographer but for some reason she's allowed Martin to look away. Good job it's only for a Facebook profile and not part of one of her projects.

Sabrina glances casually at the pictures feigning interest but since she's not the subject her thoughts are elsewhere. Like when she can get some photos done of her using the wonderful new lights.

Seeing the girls are lost in their little world Martin decides to head home. "I have to go and do some chores now. See you later!"

"Yes, of course. Bye Martin!" says Ellie and the rest of the girls join in. There's something odd about her tone, but Martin isn't really paying attention.

He's back to fantasising about the woman he saw earlier - who has totally taken his breath away.

He rushes off, his mind a whirl of thoughts. Oh the things he's like her to do to him! He can't wait to get home and get to his room so he can have a wank and think about their encounter - brief as it was.

Later that night, Martin is on Facebook checking his messages. It's important he keeps up to date with all his friends' goings on otherwise he'll be left out. It's hard work sometimes.

He chats with his best mate who tries to get him to come out. He's not really in the mood - he'd much rather go back to his erotic fantasies about the mysterious and exciting lady. But he agrees knowing he'll only get grief otherwise.

All of his friends' updates seem childish now - sharing the minutiae of their mundane lives. He wonders what the object of his desires is up to right now? Probably taking a long, slow bubble bath.

He pictures her rising naked slowly from the soapy water, the suds clinging to her ample breasts and running down her curvaceous figure. He imagines himself waiting by the bath, ready with a towel. Willing to do anything to make her happy.

He's so focussed on his daydream that at first he doesn't notice the friend request pop up on the screen.

'Who can that be?' he wonders. It must be Alan, Steve's friend who said he had the scooter for sale. Steve said he'd passed on his details.

His mouse hovers over the link and he pauses. If this guy Alan is online and he accepts he might want to start chatting and Martin is not in the mood. Perhaps he should leave it for tonight.

But some instinct makes him click and when he does he cannot believe what he is seeing.

There, on his screen, in his bedroom - is the woman he's been craving ever since he saw her. And her name is Vivien Rebus! Even her name sounds exotic somehow. His cock starts twitching - she actually wants to be friends with HIM!

Martin cannot believe his luck. Something he's always wanted - the chance to get close to a mature woman. His body is alive with anticipation as he clicks on the CONFIRM button, his hands trembling.

EPISODE 2: Ordinarily Martin is a quiet self-conscious boy who spends a lot of time in his room chatting on the Internet and fantasising about the girls he sees at college. Although he has a few female friends, he always feels totally out of his depth with women. He hears the other lads talking about their sexual experiences and always feels a twinge of jealousy. But today is different. Today he saw the most beautiful mature woman he's ever seen. And best of all, she noticed him and has tracked him down on Facebook! His heart beats faster as he looks at the friend request on screen - this could be the opportunity he's always longed for.

Martin stares at the glowing computer monitor, unable to believe his eyes.

But there on the screen is the request from Vivien Rebus - the woman who made such an impression on him earlier and who has since been the focus of all his fantasies.

He looks closely at the tiny thumbnail picture of her, trying to imagine what she would look like naked. He feels a stirring in his groin and eagerly clicks to accept the request.

Almost instantly a chat window pops up. Martin cannot believe it - Vivien Rebus must be online right now!

He looks at the two words - reading them over and over, a surge of excitement coursing through him.

He smiles to himself. If the lads at college could see him now... While they're running around after the immature girls from their class, he's actually chatting with a real, fully experienced woman!

His palms start to sweat as he types a response. 'Play it cool Martin,' he tells himself. He doesn't want to appear too keen or he might frighten her off.

He sends his carefully thought out reply - hoping he'll come across as smart and grown-up. He's desperate to impress her and win her approval.

He waits for her response, holding his breath - each second feeling like an hour. He starts to wonder if she's lost interest and logged off.

Then it appears. He breathes a sigh of relief. Having got so worked up he couldn't bear it if she gave him the brush-off now.

He looks at her words, trying to think of who they might know in common. Perhaps it's Phil - he's always boasting that he hangs around with sexy older women.

Oh well - who cares! The main thing is that she has found him. Now they can chat. He might even play with himself a bit - it's not as though she can see him or anything.

Her next message comes through before he has time to undo his fly.

He smiles openly. WOW - she must really fancy him! He suddenly feels more confident, buoyed up by her flattery.

He decides to be more up front. After all, she's not exactly been coy!

He sends the message, then has a moments panic. Has he gone too far too quickly?

He fidgets nervously until her reply appears on the screen. The words send a shiver of fear and excitement up his spine.

Naked? He feels his penis start to harden at the thought of being naked for this beautiful, powerful woman.

'Phew - she works fast!' Martin thinks to himself. 'She is definitely interested.'

He checks to make sure he hasn't misunderstood...

...but her answer convinces him that this hot, mature woman wants his naked body.

'Hmmm,' thinks Martin, 'how do I go about getting some decent nude photos for her?'

There must be some way! He'll have to think about it tomorrow. His mind is awhirl with thoughts of Vivien and he can't think straight.

Vivien tells him she has to go to bed and they finish chatting. Martin has never been so excited in all his life! Now he just has to work out how to get some decent photos to send to her. Maybe then he can ask her on a date.

He cancels his plans with his best friend and logs out of Facebook. Suddenly the idea of standing around in a boring nightclub doesn't seem so attractive. Besides, he has things to do in the morning...

He walks over to his bed, replaying the conversation over and over in his head, analysing every word.

He kicks his shoes off, barely registering as they thud on the floor. She definitely wants him - why else would she ask to see him naked?

He glances over at the sexy picture on his wall. It's become a bit of a ritual for Martin to look at it and have a wank before bed.

But tonight it doesn't hold the same appeal. The picture suddenly looks tacky, the woman bored and uninterested.

He imagines Vivien's face on the model and once again feels his cock stiffen in his boxer shorts. He can't get over the fact that such a sophisticated and confident woman is interested in him!

He starts to get undressed, his hormonal young body bursting with pent up sexual energy.

What a woman! They've not yet even met but already he feels she holds a power over him.

She seems so self-assured. He remembers the way she strode past him and his group of friends - obviously off somewhere important.

He recollects the glance she gave him, the sly smile as their eyes met. And now she's his friend on Facebook and practically begging him to send her a naked picture of himself.

He's often fantasised about meeting an older woman and how she might see his naive inexperience as charming.

Someone who's been around the block and can teach him a thing or two.

Well Vivien seems like just that sort of woman. Not silly and giggly like the girls he hangs around with. He bets most of them are still virgins.

But Vivien is a real woman of the world. He can imagine her taking charge of him and stripping him of his own hated virginity.

He throws off the covers and dives into bed, wondering what she is up to right now.

Probably slipping off her dress and panties before sliding under expensive silk sheets. He turns off the bedside lamp.

He wonders if she is thinking about him, if she is also imagining what he looks like with no clothes on. Well soon she'll get to see for herself.

He turns the other light out and almost instantly falls asleep, his dreams filled with images of the intoxicating Vivien Rebus.

The next morning and Martin is getting ready for college. The first thing he did was check his Facebook account - but no messages from Viven. 'Perhaps she's already lost interest?' He thinks forlornly.

He turns on the tap and wonders if perhaps he was too forward last night.

But she was the one who wanted to see him naked! If he can get a really good picture for her maybe he can persuade her to go on a date.

Suddenly the doorbell goes, its loud chime piercing Martin's daydream.

For some reason he can't quite explain it makes his blood run cold.

He walks out of the bathroom to the stairs wondering who it could be at this hour?

The incessant ringing is unnerving and he hovers uncertainly on the stairs.

He stares at the door as the bell goes again and again - whoever it is they are desperate to get in. He pauses for a moment, perhaps he should just ignore it and pretend to be out?

But he pulls himself together and reaches for the handle.

He pulls the big heavy door towards himself and the person waiting outside is slowly revealed.

He stares dumbstruck at the person on the doorstep, his mouth open.

It's Vivien! There, on his doorstep and holding a bottle of Champagne and glasses.

He is totally paralysed and unable to utter a word. He can't quite believe what he is seeing.

But it's definitely her - the woman he saw yesterday. The same unreadable face. Except now he knows she wants his body. Why else would she be here?

The woman strolls into his house without waiting to be invited and proffers the bottle to him. She says nothing, just stares at him with a slight smile.

She indicates that he should open the Champagne and he begins fiddling with the foil around the cork, unable to tear his gaze away from her. He realises he's been holding his breath and breathes out slowly.

She watches as he inexpertly pulls the casing off the cork and tries to open the bottle.

He doesn't want her to think he's unsophisticated, but he's never opened a bottle of Champagne in his life! He's seen it on TV plenty of times but the cork won't seem to come out.

All the while he's aware of her watching him. He realises there's only the flimsy bathrobe covering his naked body. He feels his groin stir and worries that his penis might poke out.

The cork flies out all of a sudden and the Champagne shoots out from the bottle.

He tries to stop it but there is nothing he can do. He feels like he has embarrassed himself in front of the confident woman.

The foaming liquid continues to jet out of the bottle, forming a sticky mess on the floor.

Eventually the flow subsides, the last dregs dribbling down his fingers.

He looks down at the puddle on the floor wondering how he's going to explain it to his mum. Then he notices that his robe has come open from where he frantically tried to stop the Champagne.

Vivien takes a step closer and suddenly he forgets all about the spilt drink. Her eyes bore into him and he feels almost hypnotised by her commanding presence.

He gulps as he feels her long, manicured fingers grasp the waistband of his underpants. He has never been this close to a woman whilst wearing so little clothing. Everything fades into the background except for the woman before him.

She starts very slowly sliding his pants down. Already he is aroused - her very proximity driving him wild. His penis swells and he can feel the material rub against it as she pulls.

He lets out a soft moan. He can see Vivien staring openly at his cock, nestling in his underwear, examining it closely.

One more tug and it plops out, bouncing slightly under its own weight. He can feel a cool draft around his genitals and it serves to arouse him even more.

He nearly drops the bottle and glasses in shock as his cock and churning balls are fully revealed. He feels completely out of control of the situation - Vivien is most definitely in charge.

Still saying nothing she peers closely at his ever thickening penis. Her mouth mere inches from it, he can feel her warm breath on his privates and the sensation engulfs him. This mysterious, exotic woman is doing things to him he's only ever fantasised about. And it's clear she's not done yet.

EPISODE 3: Despite his best efforts to appear grown-up and sophisticated in front of the confident woman, Martin feels clumsy and totally out of his depth. He's fantasised many times about what he would do with a sexy, mature lady if he had the chance. But now it's actually happening he can barely speak - struck dumb by the enormity of it all. He cannot believe that the beautiful Vivien Rebus is in his house and has just stripped off his underpants! He flushes with a mix of excitement and fear wondering just what she has planned for him.

"Oh!" Exclaims Martin as Vivien stands up. He's completely aware that his penis is now fully on display and bobbing around between his legs.

Vivien still remains totally silent but he thinks he sees encouragement in her penetrating gaze.

He realises he's still clutching on to the glasses and bottle of Champage - totally bemused and not sure what to do with them. This is so beyond his sphere of experience yet he so desperately wants to be cool.

She steps even closer, mesmerising him with her stare. He can feel her power over him grow, his resistance fading.

She grasps the lapel of his dressing gown matter-of-factly as though she did this sort of thing all the time.

For all Martin knows perhaps she does! Maybe she's some sort of nymphomaniac who cannot get enough of nubile young men. She certainly seems to know exactly what she wants as she slips the garment off his shoulders.

She stands back as though admiring her handiwork. Martin gulps as more of his firm young flesh is revealed.

He wishes she would say something - some words to let him know that she likes what she sees. But she remains unreadable as though he should know what to do next.

Despite the feelings of fear, Martin feels a warm sensation in his groin and as though under her direct control his penis starts to stiffen.

It strains upward as a flood of desire takes him over. The need for release overwhelming.

She runs her fingers through his hair and her very touch drives him wild with lust. He wonders what it would be like to serve a woman like this. To be at her beck and call whenever she demands.

She grins as though she can read his mind as her fingertips caress the back of his neck.

She wants him! He can just tell! He drops the glasses hearing them clatter on the floor noisily. But he's past caring about anything except satisfying the need to cum which has taken hold.

He looks down and is almost surprised to see he has his dick in his hands. It's as though his body is on autopilot and he is merely reacting to the urgent messages from his tingling balls.

He strokes himself, his whole body feeling warm as his heart beats faster. The sensation of his glans sliding back and forth over the sensitive tip bringing him closer.

He is totally aware of Vivien's commanding presence just inches from him. He can feel her staring openly at his cock as he pumps it vigorously. It's like she wants to see him cum - like she's demanding it.

He releases his grip on his rock-hard member as a surge of raw energy pulses through him.

Without even touching himself a great thick jet of semen shoots from the end of his dick.

The glutinous liquid smothers her skirt and starts running down. Part of Martin feels guilty for messing up the woman's dress but he cannot stop himself firing more and more of the stuff down her.

It's the most intense orgasm of Martin's young life. It takes over every fibre of his being as his churning balls empty themselves all over Vivien Rebus.

Finally the feelings subside and he can start to think straight again.

He stares down in horror at the sticky mess all over the powerful woman's dress, suddenly panicking that he's done something terribly wrong and will be punished.

But Vivien seems happy, almost pleased that Martin has shot his load for her.

He feels a sudden urge to be on all fours at the feet of this imperious woman.

He so desperately wants her approval, to serve her. His kisses her feet passionately lost in servitude.

The warm, slightly musky scent of her feet fills his nostrils and he knows he's exactly where he belongs.

He looks up at her expectantly, waiting for her instruction - filled with a burning need to please her.

He's waiting for her to tell him what to do next when all of a sudden a loud sound pierces the air like a siren going off.

With a start Martin wakes up, the noise continuing to blast him and slowly bring him out of his dream.

He fumbles with the alarm and hits the snooze button, angry at having been woken from such a powerful fantasy.

It had seemed so real! He can still feel the touch of Vivien's delicate fingers, smell her perfume. And his groin feels strangely sticky as though he had experienced release.

A quick glance confirms his worst suspicions. DAMN! Now he'll have to change the sheets before his mother finds out.

He lays back down frustrated and irritable. "Martin! Breakfast's ready!" His mother's voice making it clear he's not going back to the fantasy any time soon.

Later on that day Martin has finished his last tutorial. Instead of going to meet the others as usual he lingers until the building quietens down and heads towards the photography room.

He opens the door and peers cautiously inside.

The room appears to be empty but he's not familiar with this part of the faculty and cannot be sure there's not another way in.

He spies the expensive digital camera already set up on its tripod. It's incredibly powerful and he's heard it takes perfect photos.

Gingerly he steps into the room and closes the door behind him, peering into the corners to make sure there are no students working late.

Satisfying himself that he's alone he looks at the camera. It seems very complicated - with lots of buttons.

A sudden giggle makes him look round - but it's only a student walking down the corridor outside.

Shaking his jacket off he walks over to one side of the cavernous room.

Somehow he feels safer stripping here rather than in the centre of the room.

He thinks back to his fantasy and wonders if the reality with Vivien will be as good.

If only he can get some really good nude photos for her then maybe she'll let him worship her.

He looks across at the camera. For such a shy boy the idea of taking nude photos fills him with dread. Yet at the same time there is a sense of excitement that he's doing it for Vivien.

More noises outside the classroom make him jump. He realises he'd better get a move on - someone could come in at any moment.

He unbuttons his fly still obsessing over his online conversation last night.

She must definitely be interested or otherwise why bother asking for nude photos?

As he strips to his underpants he becomes aware that regardless of the summer's heat, the photography room is uncomfortably chilly.

Despite that he starts to sweat at the thought of losing the security of his clothes and being totally naked at college.

He checks the door but it remains closed. Surely no-one would come in here at this time of the evening? He'd checked the timetable thoroughly several times and there were no late classes listed for today.

Keen to get it over with he slides down his underpants...

...aware that he'd have some explaining to do if one of the teachers walked in right now, particularly the stern photography teacher Leena.

With one quick movement his cock and balls are exposed to the cool air of the classroom.

'Oh well, no going back now,' he thinks to himself.

Seconds later and his trousers and socks are off leaving him completely naked.

He stands indecisively for a moment, instinctively covering his modesty. Perhaps he should just get dressed and go?

But he forces himself to approach the camera. He's come this far - he might as well see it through now.

'Besides,' he thinks to himself as he tries to figure out what buttons to press, 'I'm doing this for Vivien.'

He presses a button and stands awkwardly in a pose that he's seen on a CD cover. He hopes he looks confident despite the raw fear he feels inside.

He tries to hold the pose for as long as possible, but the camera doesn't appear to be doing anything. He starts to get uncomfortable.

A bang from outside makes him start and he nearly throws up. But it's only a door slamming somewhere.

What's wrong with this damn camera? He's sure he pressed the right button for the timer but there are just so many to choose from!

What do they all do? If Ellie were here she'd know how to operate it.

The thought makes him feel funny and his cock twitches involuntarily. On the one hand it would be mortifying if Ellie were to see him naked like this. On the other, she is quite pretty and whilst not as mature as Vivien Rebus, she does excite him.

He walks round the camera to study the display. Perhaps if he goes through the menu of options he can find the setting for the timer.

He squints at the myriad of options available, completely clueless as to what they all do.

At last he thinks he's found the right setting and heads back to get himself into position.

Finally this ordeal will be over and he can get his clothes on before he's discovered naked.

Ellie and Sabrina come marching along a back corridor that leads directly from the fire escape. It saves them having to go through the main entrance when they want to get to the photography room.

They chatter excitedly about their project and how they are going to go about getting the best photos to impress their teacher.

Martin suddenly becomes aware that unlike the noises he heard before, this is getting louder as though someone were actually coming into the room. His blood runs cold and he's rooted to the spot with fear.

He sees Sabrina and Ellie come into the room and stop all of a sudden when they see him. Oh no! Now he's in deep trouble! The girls have seen him and it's too late to run now.

Ellie simply stares aghast at him and he knows there's no escape. Besides - there are probably photos of him already on the camera. He expects one of the girls to start screaming at any second bringing the teachers running into the classroom. Who knows what punishment he'll get for such obscene behaviour?

EPISODE 4: Being a naturally shy boy, Martin isn't comfortable with being naked. Especially somewhere as public as the photography studio at college - with the sounds of people chattering and laughing as they hurry along the corridor outside. It's only the lust he feels for Vivien Rebus that drives him to strip off and try to take photos of himself nude. His plan to quickly do some shots and be out before anyone discovers him has gone awry however as he could not seem to get the camera working. Then just as he thought he had it sorted, in walked Ellie and Sabrina! This could mean big trouble for the terrified lad and he quakes with fear expecting them to scream for help at any second.

The full horror of his situation paralyses poor Martin. At the very least he'd be thrown out of college and be a laughing stock. But the teachers might very well call the police and then he'd be in serious trouble!

If only he can persuade Sabrina and Ellie not to tell on him then maybe he can avert disaster. At least they haven't made a fuss and called for help yet. Perhaps there's a chance...

In fact, rather than looking terrified, Ellie seems to be quite relaxed and is studying the naked boy with undisguised interest.

"Martin," she says with a laugh, "what are you doing?"

"Oh erm..." Martin is at a loss for words. He hadn't expected to have to explain himself to his classmates. He decides to be straight with them rather than try to make up some lame sounding excuse.

"A girl I like wants me to take naked pictures to send her." Even as the words leave his mouth he realises how pathetic they sound.

"Oh is that all!" says Ellie as though it were perfectly natural for a young lad to be stood stark naked in the photo studio. "Well I can help you."

She marches towards him. "But you have to do something for me in return."

Martin mulls it over, looking at the two girls and feeling uncomfortable with the way they openly stare at him.

Ellie smiles encouragingly at him. She is an expert at photography - if anyone can work that damned camera she can. And Vivien is likely to be far more impressed with properly taken photos.

"What will I have to do?" has asks uncertainly - torn between wanting to get the photos done and a nagging feeling that he might be getting himself into even deeper trouble.

"I'll tell you after," says Ellie dismissively as though it weren't important, "Let's get the sexy pictures of you first." Sabrina giggles at his gullibility and covers her mouth.

Before Martin has time to think about what he's agreed to Ellie starts taking photos and issuing instructions.

"Flex your muscles," she demands and realising he's beholden to her he complies despite feeling silly.

He stands uncomfortably in position, waiting to be told what to do next as Ellie snaps away. It feels wrong for him to be flaunting himself like this. Yet if he refuses then Ellie and Sabrina might tell on him.

His body starts to ache from maintaining the pose as Ellie carefully adjusts the settings on the camera and zooms in to get the best picture.

Totally ignoring the rest of him she goes in for a close-up of his cock and balls, framed by a fuzz of pubic hair.

She smiles to herself - now that's artistic!

Martin wishes the whole horrible ordeal would be over. He only wanted a couple of shots for Facebook but Ellie seems to be taking hundreds!

"Let's move over there and use the new lights - we'll get much better pictures."

Martin reluctantly walks over to where she points. He's constantly aware of his own nakedness and fears that the longer this goes on, the more chance there is of someone else discovering them.

He stands self-consciously as Ellie directs him. To his side lies his pile of clothing and he sneaks glances at it, wishing desperately he could grab it and run.

"The light from this angle will make your willy look a lot bigger," advises Ellie matter-of-factly making him blush with embarrassment.

He regrets his decision to come in and use the studio at college. Why didn't he just ask to borrow his mate's digital camera and do it at home? But it seemed like a good idea at the time and he was convinced the pictures would look better.

Ellie and Sabrina are enjoying having Martin to play with. Being able to order him to do whatever they want is such fun and they love the sense of power they have over him.

"Smile!" Orders Sabrina and Martin forces himself to grin feeling even more foolish.

"Look sexy for the camera." He tries to look smoldering but he's too uncomfortable in the presence of the two girls who seem to be enjoying the photo shoot far too much for his liking.

"Right arm down." The orders come thick and fast making his head spin. But he has no choice but to obey their every command if he wants them to keep his secret.

"Arms behind your head." He thinks back to the picture of Vivien Rebus on Facebook and hopes she likes his photos. Her approval would almost make it worth the discomfort.

"Hey - these pictures are great!" Coos Sabrina, pleased with her own work.

"Right, now turn round so we can get some shots of your bum." Martin is uncertain - he'd assumed Vivien would want to see his cock, not his arse.

It feels to Martin like he's being treated like a piece of meat. That he's being made to present his privates to the girls for them to judge.

And his backside is his most intimate part, one which as a proud heterosexual is strictly a no-go zone.

"Make sure you get a close-up of his buttocks," says Ellie to Sabrina,"they look perfect in this light."

"Yes - they are like two fuzzy round peaches!" agrees Sabrina.

The two girls laugh openly, completely disregarding Martin's feelings.

"OK, now turn and face the camera," insists Ellie.

Reluctantly he complies, peering over his shoulder sheepishly at the camera. How much longer must he endure this humiliation?

Sabrina takes another close-up shot of his backside - happily noting that his low-hanging testicles are also visible.

Ellie continues to instruct him from the side, telling him to move his arms this way and that and admonishing him when he doesn't get it quite right. He feels exhausted and emotionally drained.

But the girls are far from finished and having no other choice he fixes on a grin and tries to make the best of it.

He can feel the cool air from the air conditioner blowing around his exposed genitals and arse adding to his discomfort.

"Reach down with your left hand," demands Ellie, thinking up ever more inventive poses for Martin that display his pert backside to the fullest.

"Now your right hand." Martin is starting to get annoyed at the off-hand way Ellie is bossing him about. Doesn't he get a say in this?

But a glance at her severe expression tells him not to mess with her, so against his will he does as he's told.

"Hmm, very good," she says scrolling through the dozens of images they've taken. "But I think we need just a couple more of your penis."

An ashamed Martin holds his dick in his hands as instructed while Ellie operates the camera. He feels utterly wretched at having to debase himself like this. He just hopes that after all this Vivien is impressed with his pictures.

"Great - we're done. I'll copy these over so you can send them to her," announces Ellie finally.

As soon as the words are out of her mouth Martin rushes over to his pile of clothes. Relief floods through him at the thought that in a moment he'll be dressed again. "Thank you," he mumbles in haste.

He reaches down and grabs them. He can almost feel the cool fabric against his skin, covering his nakedness and making him feel secure again.

Ellie struts over to him, a stern look on her face. "Not so fast!" Her words bring him to a halt.

"Now you have to help me. Remember?" There is a harshness to her voice that sends a chill down Martin's spine. In his eagerness to get dressed he'd completely forgotten his promise. But what can she have in mind? Whatever it is he has a feeling he should have checked before agreeing to anything.

EPISODE 5: His worst fears have been realised. Caught in the act of taking nude photos of himself poor Martin is trapped. But rather than call for help, his female classmates Ellie and Sabrina are helping him. Being photography students they know just how to get the best shots. It's an uncomfortable ordeal however, having to stand in ridiculous poses while stark naked. When Ellie finally announces they have enough pictures Martin cannot wait to get back into his clothes. But a few words from her pull him up short - reminding him of their earlier agreement.

The sound of Ellie's words rings in Martin's ears. He gets a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Just as he was about to get dressed thinking his ordeal was over it now seems she has something else in mind.

"Don't forget Martin, you promised." There's a warning edge to her tone.

"What?" he asks nervously, wondering what she could possibly want from him.

"I want you to be my elephant," she announces.

"But? I?" He stammers not comprehending. He must have misheard what she said.

"I'll take close-ups of your willy!"

"That won't look like an elephant." She must have spent too long under the hot lights and the heat has affected her!

But her response fills him with dread and he realises she knows exactly what she's doing. "It's what Ms Lee calls 'artistic interpretation'," she explains.

"Don't worry," says Sabrina encouragingly, "no-one will know it's you."

He looks at the two determined girls and desperately tries to think of a way out. Something that will satisfy his promise to Ellie but allow him to get dressed.

But the looks on the girls' faces tells him that their minds are made up.

He thinks about refusing. He really doesn't want to be naked anymore and the thought of having to spend more time with the girls giggling at his privates is not pleasant.

Deep down he knows he has no choice in the matter. The two girls have only got to say that they caught him nude in the photography room and he'd be thrown out. And they have photographic evidence.

He looks with trepidation as the girls approach him, feeling totally helpless.

Martin tries hard not to shake with nerves as Ellie gets down in front of him handing the camera to Sabrina.

Her hand reaches towards his exposed genitals and he can do nothing except stare in shock.

He cannot see how his penis and testicles can be made to look like an elephant - this is ridiculous!

He jumps as she takes his penis in her hand as though weighing it.

She pulls and pushes it from side to side, umming and ah-ing as she decides which position will look best.

Martin finds he is holding his breath. The tickling sensation of the girl's fingers on his penis is starting to get him aroused.

"Yes," she announces after a while, "this will make a perfect trunk!"

He gulps, suddenly worrying that he might embarrass himself yet further by getting an erection.

"What do you think?" Ellie asks Sabrina - presenting Martin's penis for her inspection.

"It's a bit small," she replies, "elephant trunks are normally much longer."

Ellie grabs hold of Martin's dick and tugs on it hard as though trying to lengthen it.

It feels like she is masturbating him and he feels himself starting to respond. It would be terrible if he were to get hard in front of the two girls!

She regards his penis speculatively. It seems to be getting longer!

Perhaps if she carries on she can get it to a suitable length to act as a trunk. Ms Lee is going to be so impressed with her ingenuity.

Despite his acute discomfort at being naked in the presence of the two girls, a pleasant tingling sensation starts in his balls.

The more Ellie slides her hand up and down the shaft of his penis, the stronger it becomes.

It's impossible to ignore and he sees his cock stiffen in her hand against his will. Ellie carries on regardless, totally ignorant of the battle going on inside him.

He looks at the confident way she manipulates his genitals. He's often fantasised about something like this but in his dreams he was in control. Whereas here he feels horribly at their mercy.

She pumps on his cock and Martin has to clamp his jaw shut to stop himself from moaning out loud.

Ellie is pleased with the result of her efforts. Martin's penis seems a lot longer now. The only problem is that it's also got stiffer.

She pushes it this way and that, looking at it from different angles to see if it could work as she intends.

The casual way she manhandles him makes Martin feel sick inside. But not half as sick as the disgust he feels at himself for getting hard in front of Ellie and Sabrina.

She smiles as she rolls his foreskin back and forth over the sensitive bell-end.

"Oh yes," she says finally, "I think I can work with this. It's the perfect length for an elephant's trunk!"

She takes the camera off Sabrina and Martin stares down forlornly at his rampant erection - totally unable to control his wayward organ.

Ellie checks the settings and takes a few quick test shots - capturing his cock and balls in close-up. She's sure she can get something that will match the brief given to her by their teacher.

She stands up to get the angle just right. This is going to be brilliant! None of the other girls will have thought to do something so original. She's bound to come first.

She takes photo after photo, shifting position to see what works best. Martin stands there shivering slightly in the chilly room feeling wretched.

She orders him to make his penis bounce and he jiggles it up and down. It's so humiliating being treated like an object by the confident girls but he is totally beholden to them.

The click, click, click of the camera grates on Martin's nerves and the way Ellie smiles when looking at the images of his penis on screen makes him wither inside.

It's as though she's judging him, seeing his privates in hi-resolution detail and deciding if they're good enough for her.

Abruptly she turns away from him having decided she has enough to work with. "OK - we're done," she says - turning her back on Martin and ignoring him while flicking through the photos she's taken.

A sense of release floods over him and Martin quickly snatches at his underwear desperate to cover himself up.

He lets out a sigh of relief. The ordeal is finally over.

He pulls on his underwear, his penis slowly softening and bouncing between his legs.

He never, ever wants to be in such a humiliating position again!

But at least he's got the shots he needs for Vivien so maybe something good will come out of this awful experience.

Ellie flicks through the images. There are some good shots and with a little work she should be able to get something approximating an elephant.

"Just think," exclaims Ellie - but Martin isn't really listening to her - he's totally focussed on getting his clothes back on.

"If Ms Lee likes my picture the best it will be displayed on the wall for the rest of term." She glances over to the current winner imagining her photo in its place.

Martin freezes, his blood running cold. She never mentioned about anyone else other than her teacher seeing the photo.

Panic seizes him and he roughly pulls on his t-shirt desperate to get out of this suffocating room and the two manipulative girls.

The thought of the rest of the college being able to see a photo of his exposed genitals is too much to bear. He'd be the laughing stock of the whole place!

He shoves his feet in his shoes, barely pausing to tie the laces. He just wants to be gone from here, back home in the safety of his bedroom.

He throws himself at the door, barging it open and running through as the enormity of what he's done sinks in.

He flies off down the corridor nearly tripping over his laces trying not to cry with shame.

The door swings closed and Sabrina and Ellie cannot help but burst out laughing at the thought of what they've just done. Poor gullible Martin!

Later that evening and feeling calmer Martin sits in front of his computer. He flicks through the photographs that Ellie emailed him. They're not bad at all!

Maybe what Sabrina said was true - even if Ellie does win, no-one will know the photo is of him. At least he now has something to send Vivien.

He daydreams for a moment, remembering every detail about her. It might just have been worth going through the tortuous photo-shoot if these pictures get her interest.

His hands shaking slightly, he starts a new email and types in the email address she sent him.

He selects some of the best pictures and attaches them to the email. It's a scary thought to be sending such revealing photographs off into the ether.

He chews his lip, wondering whether to go through with it. What if Vivien doesn't like the pictures? What if she laughs at him, or shows them to her friends?

His palms begin to sweat and his finger hovers over the mouse button. Should he really do this?

Then he remembers his dream about her, the feel of her hands on his skin, the taste of her shoes - and he clicks to send the email off.

He breathes out relieved to have made a decision. It's now up to her. He hopes desperately that Vivien Rebus will be impressed by his pictures and get in touch.

He doesn't have to wait long. A moment later and a message pops up from her on Facebook.

She likes the pictures! Martin is both relieved and delighted.

He responds to her message, feeling a little more confident.

Emboldened by her positive reaction he decides to push it.

After all, having gone through such an unpleasant experience to get the photos for her it's only fair that she reciprocate.

There is no response and the minutes tick by. He starts to fear that he's been too forward and put her off. After all, what would a sophisticated woman like her see in him?

But when he thinks she's gone off-line a reply appears and it sends his spirits soaring. This is better than he dared hope for!

WOW! Vivien Rebus wants to meet up with him! He cannot believe his luck. Finally he'll get to see her in person.

He can't wait to make it a date and is pleased to see that she responds almost immediately.

His head spins with excitement and the possibilities that lie ahead. No more hanging around with the silly college girls. He's going on a date with a real woman - one who clearly knows what she wants and isn't afraid to ask for it. His penis twitches in his underwear. Roll on Saturday!

EPISODE 6: With the ordeal of the photo shoot over, Martin thinks he can finally relax. He's sent the pictures to Vivien and she thinks he's very sexy! Better still, she's keen to meet in person - something he's fantasised about ever since he saw her. It's a thrilling time for the inexperienced young lad and he's so smitten that he'll agree to anything. After all, she wants to meet in a public place - what possible danger could there be? But there's something very special about this coming Saturday as Martin is about to find out. And it's something that will change his life forever.

Martin looks at the message from Vivien uncertainly, chewing his lip nervously. It's just what he's always wanted - to meet the sexy older woman in person.

But now it comes down to it he starts to feel a bit unsure. Intimidated by the mature, confident woman he worries that she might reject him.

'Stop being an idiot!' he tells himself and responds before she loses interest and goes off line.

He re-reads his reply then hits ENTER. There - that's done. No going back now.

He wonders if he's done the right thing but the tingling feeling in his cock in anticipation of meeting Vivien wipes away any doubt.

She replies almost instantly and he feels himself getting hard. If seeing a message from her on a computer screen has this effect on him how much more intense is it going to be when they are together in person?

He grins, suddenly filled with excitement at the possibilities. 'Roll on Saturday,' he thinks - his mind racing.

Martin arrives at Hyde Park nice and early and quickly finds the big oak tree just by the entrance.

He looks around but cannot see Vivien. She must be running late. His heart beats with the thrill of finally getting to meet the object of his desires.

The park seems very busy for some reason and there are lots of people walking around with bikes. He hopes he'll be able to spot the sophisticated woman in the throng.

He catches a glimpse of a dark haired woman and peers over hoping it's her.

But it's not. She can't have known the park would be so full or she would have suggested somewhere else to meet surely? Somewhere quieter and more intimate.

He looks closely hoping to catch sight of her and notices that the other people are a strange bunch.

Some of them seem to be wearing fancy dress for some reason, and there are a lot of people carrying cameras. Perhaps it's some kind of charity fundraiser.

Martin sees something out of the corner of his eye that catches his attention.

He sees a man stripping down to his underpants right out in the open! Martin is aghast - the very thought! He shivers slightly as he remembers his experience of being naked in front of Ellie and Sabrina.

The sound of laughter draws his attention elsewhere and he sees a group of Japanese tourists taking pictures of a bare-chested man. 'He's bold,' he thinks to himself, 'takes allsorts I suppose.'

Martin starts to feel increasingly uncomfortable. There's something strange going on here and it starts to unnerve him. Where is Vivien?

He jumps as his mobile phone vibrates in his pocket. A text message - it must be from her. Hopefully she's seen the crowds and is inviting him to meet her somewhere else.

He clicks to read the new message, barely able to breathe he's so on edge.

The word NAKED jumps out at him. What the? A naked bike ride?

Martin is horrified. But it all starts to make sense.

He looks over and starts to notice more detail. He was so focussed on looking for Vivien before that he hadn't really been looking. But now he can see people in various states of undress.

Some are just topless but an awful lot of them are totally naked.

They wander around and chat happily as though it were the most normal thing in the world to them.

He can't believe his eyes. Everywhere he looks there is exposed flesh.

Penises and testicles dangle between legs as unclothed men stroll around seemingly unconcerned.

He realises he has a decision to make - the most important decision of his life. Does he go through with it, or does he run home with his tail between his legs like a coward?

Vivien is obviously testing him, seeing if he's the kind of confident male she prefers. If he backs out now then she won't want anything more to do with him.

Despite the sick feeling in his stomach, the thought of losing Vivien after having gone through so much to try and win her over helps him to make up his mind.

Terrified as he is at the thought of being naked in public he decides to go through with it.

If this is what it takes to get Vivien Rebus to go out with him then so be it! He steels himself for the task ahead and starts to pull off his t-shirt.

The sunlight glints on his youthful body but despite the heat he feels a chill deep down in his core.

He looks furtively around to see if anyone is looking at him as he fiddles with the waistband of his trousers.

There are naked people everywhere! Just a few feet away cyclists walk past while a group of girls are having a picnic.

He has a sudden panic attack and is paralysed with terror. But as far as he can tell no one is paying him any attention.

He tugs on his trousers slowly as though delaying the inevitable for as long as possible.

One more pull and his penis and testicles tumble out into view.

His heart beats nineteen to the dozen with the enormity of what he is doing.

To be here - in Hyde Park surrounded by hundreds of people - stripping off with his privates on display for all to see is just mind-blowing.

He quickly stuffs his clothes into his backpack and looks around. The same wind that rustles the leaves of the tree tickles his exposed cock and balls.

At least nobody appears to looking in his direction. He grabs his bike, the sensation of his bottom being out in the open totally new to him.

He scans the park and can see people heading to a queue building up by the entrance. He decides to make for the safety of the crowd, to hide himself in their midst.

He hops on his bike and quickly pedals towards the mass of cyclists, the sound of whistles, bicycle bells and horns ringing in his ears.

His resolve starts to weaken as he waits for the procession to get moving. The other people around him make last minute adjustments and show all the signs of being eager to get going. Martin tries hard not to think what it'll be like to be on the streets of London with no clothes on.

Two girls are watching the crowd. One of them nudges her friend and indicates Martin. "Look at that one," she says giggling, "he looks like he's going to be sick!"

Hearing their tittering Martin turns in their direction.

Click! One of them takes a full body photo of the naked lad on his bike.

He looks away, the shame almost overpowering. The thought that a total stranger should have such revealing photos of him stuns him. It never occurred to him that people might want to take pictures of him.

A siren sounds and the procession starts to move off.

The noise is deafening as the people at the gates cheer them all on.

Martin realises this is his last chance to back out. Once he's out on the street he'll be on full display in one of the busiest cities in the world. But he thinks back to Vivien's message - it was clear that she wanted him to take part. The people in front of him start to move off and he puts his feet on the peddles.

Moments later he leaves the relative safety of the park and is on the main road. He feels horrible exposed and vulnerable. He thought he'd be surrounded by other riders but now they're on the street and spread out he is totally on display.

There are hoards of people lining the street all keen to catch a glimpse of the naked cyclists. He sees two women looking in his direction and convinces himself they are discussing him.

He begins to feel paranoid, that everyone there is talking about him.

He tries turning his focus to the riders in front of him. They seem so calm and unconcerned about the attention they are getting.

Everywhere he looks there are people and cameras looking in his direction. It's as though the whole world has turned out to witness his humiliation.

He spies an attractive looking woman coolly studying the cyclists as they pass her. He wonders what she thinks when she sees them. Does she think they look ridiculous? Or is she turned on by all the naked male flesh?

The only way out now would be to get off his bike and walk through the crowds of spectators. He can almost hear their jeers if he did so. He'd have to push his way through them with the danger of his exposed genitals brushing against their clothing.

He gulps. He really has no choice - he has to see this through. But every second feels like an eternity.

He looks at his fellow cyclists and wonders how they can bear to be under such intense scrutiny.

But it's as though they are just out on a nice cycle ride for the day. The fact that they are naked doesn't seem to concern them. In fact some of them seem to revel in it.

He sees a couple of women taking his photo as his passes and can hear them shout encouragement. He even gets a thumbs up from a man on the side - as though in admiration of his bravery.

He smiles to himself. It's taken him an awful lot of courage to strip off and bare all like this. He should be proud of himself - not ashamed.

A sudden feeling of jubilation rushes through him as adrenalin courses through his system. He pumps his fist in the air and hollers out at the spectators lining the route. Their shouts back lift him even higher.

He whoops with delight and waves at the people he passes, pleased to see a few pretty girls wave back at him. Always keeping an eye out for the elusive Vivien Rebus.

He feels liberated for the first time in his life. Free of the constraints of clothing and basking in the attentions of the hundreds of admiring onlookers.

If Vivien could only see him now she'd see a confident alpha-male totally at ease with his cock and balls being on display. This must be why she wanted him to do the bike ride - to bolster his confidence.

Suddenly he sees something out of the corner of his eye that brings him down to Earth with a crash.

Susan, Jessica, Ellie and Sabrina are stood at the side of the road watching the procession pass and clearly enjoying the sight of all the male privates jiggling about.

Oh no - this is a total disaster! His stomach turns over at the thought of what the girls will say if they catch sight of him. But there's nowhere to go, no escape for the young lad.

"Oh look - there's Martin!" Shrieks Jessica and breaks down in a fit of giggles. The others all stare in his direction delighting in the look of horror on his face.

Martin realises he's been spotted - it's too late. He'd hoped that he might speed past them undetected but he might have known eagle-eyed Jessica would see him. He stops dead in his tracks, his penis bouncing up and down under its own momentum. He feels more terrified than he's ever been in his life.

EPISODE 7: It's taken all Martin's determination to remove his clothing and cycle naked through crowds of cheering spectators. The thought of seeing the object of his desires - Vivien Rebus - has kept him going despite his instinct to run away and hide. Now he's run into his college friends and there's no escape. The giggling girls have seen him and he has no choice but to stop and face them. It's Martin's worst nightmare come true.

Martin's heart sinks as he stares at the four girls. His earlier feelings of euphoria are gone, replaced with a sick feeling in his stomach.

He expects them to burst out laughing at any second. The shame is almost unbearable.

But their silence is almost worse; they simply look him up and down making him feel even more uncomfortable.

He takes off his helmet, unable to tear his gaze away from his college friends. He knows he'll never be able to live this down - before the end of the day it'll be round the whole college that he, Martin Lilley, was cycling naked around London.

He drops his backpack on the ground, its weight on his back making him sweat. He's sharply aware of his genitals which the girls seem to be transfixed by.

"What are you doing here?" he stutters, having difficulty getting the words out.

"We're here to watch the naked bike ride silly!" says Ellie.

Martin thinks what bad luck it is that the girls should decide to stand right here where they couldn't miss him. If they'd have stood at one of the busier points he might have been able to cycle past without them seeing.

"It's really brave of you to do this," she says gushingly. It's not the reaction Martin was expecting at all and he starts to feel a little warm glow inside.

He assumed the girls would mock him for being naked, but their admiring glances make him wonder if he's worrying unnecessarily.

Ellie beams at him as though really proud that her friend has the self-confidence to be seen unclothed in public like this.

Jessica and Susan keep staring openly at his penis and testicles, fascinated by the way they bob up and down.

Jessica adds her own approval: "Yeah, it's cool you are such a political badass."

Martin soaks up their compliments, his ego bolstered by their flattery. He can't help but grin - if only Vivien Rebus could see him now!

"Ooh!" exclaims Ellie,"I must get a photo. You look great!"

Before Martin can argue she whips out her mobile phone and starts taking pictures.

He looks down shyly but part of him revels in the girls' attention. In the past Ellie and the others have been a little dismissive of him - it feels good that they are suddenly so interested.

The others all follow suit, getting out their mobile phones and taking shots of the grinning boy in front of them. Martin is so wrapped up in the moment that he doesn't stop to think where the pictures might end up. "Smile!" The say encouragingly.

For the first time in his life Martin doesn't feel awkward being naked. As the girls snap away he feels glad that Vivien asked him to come on the bike ride. It's been a totally mind expanding experience.

Ellie scrolls through the pictures she's taken - they're exactly what she wanted.

Martin grins - imagining the girls looking at the pictures in their bedrooms later and getting aroused.

Sabrina leans in to get a close-up of his exposed cock and balls. It crosses Martin's mind briefly that the girls do seem to be concentrating on his privates.

But before he can think too much on the subject he suddenly realises that the number of cyclists passing has slowed right down. He'd got so caught up in the girls' impromptu photo-shoot that he completely forgot about the bike ride.

"I'd better keep up with the other cyclists," he says - not wanting to lose the security of being part of a crowd.

"Okay," says Ellie coyly, "let's meet at the end of the race."

Martin looks around and his stomach lurches. Where is his bag?

He's sure it put it down right there - next to his bike. It was there a moment ago.

He only looked away for a minute or two to pose for the girls. It must be here somewhere! Perhaps he kicked it away without realising?

But as he looks, getting more and more desperate, he has to accept with a sinking feeling that it's gone.

"My bag's gone... Someone's nicked my bag!" Martin cannot believe it - all his clothes are in that bag!

"Oh no! Martin that's awful. Who would do such a thing?" Ellie says in a concerned voice.

"Don't worry, we'll sort something out. You'd better get moving or you'll be left behind."

Reluctantly Martin reaches for his bike. He feels he should search more thoroughly for his bag or try to find a policeman to report it stolen.

But the idea of being all alone and naked terrifies him so he decides to continue the race in the relative safety of the other cyclists.

Feeling utterly wretched he wheels back onto the road to join the others.

The second he's out of sight the girls burst out laughing. Poor Martin - things always seem to go wrong for him!

As he joins the others on the bike ride Martin decides there's nothing he can do about his missing bag so he might as well make the most of it. He's still hoping he'll bump into Vivien Rebus along the way.

Just the thought of meeting that exotic older woman lifts his spirits and he's soon back to waving at the people lining the streets.

He scans the riders in front of him to see if he can spot her - but there are so many of them and he has no idea what she looks like without clothes on.

He thinks back to the girls and remembers how they couldn't seem to get enough of him. It feels good having four girls showing so much interest.

If he wasn't already smitten with Vivien he'd probably ask one of them out. Ellie perhaps or maybe Jessica. To think he used to assume they only hung out with him to make fun of him.

He thinks of how the other lads at college taunt him because he's too shy to ask any of the girls out on a date. Well who's laughing now?

It looks like it's going to be a good day after all. Martin has conquered his fear of being nude and better still, now has his very own female fan-club. All he has to do is find Vivien and take her somewhere quiet where the two of them can be alone. Nothing else could go wrong surely?

EPISODE 8: The gruelling cycle ride is nearly over and Martin is within sight of the finishing line. He can't wait to get it over and done with - although he still worries what he's going to do to cover up since his bag was stolen with all his clothes in. He can't believe his run of bad luck. First getting caught by the girls in the photography lab, then finding himself part of a naked bike ride - but worst of all was losing his backpack. He turned his back for a second to talk to the girls and it was gone. Surely his day cannot get any worse?

The girls eagerly await Martin's arrival at the finish line of the bike ride, craning their necks to see if they can spot him amongst the crowd of naked people.

Martin can see the finish line and feels a huge sense of relief. It's over at last!

Maybe Vivien will be there waiting for him! He feels so proud of himself for overcoming his fear of being nude in public - it's such a buzz that he can't help but grin.

A sudden sound of shrieking alerts him to the presence of his college mates. He tries to hide the disappointment that it's not the seductive Vivien Rebus standing there cheering.

But the excited welcome Susan, Jessica, Ellie and Sabrina give him makes him feel warm inside. They are obviously so impressed that he did something so brave. Finally he has their respect, after all the times they used to tease him.

They take turns to hug and kiss him, all the while congratulating him on going through with it. Martin basks in their praise.

He looks at them as they chatter excitedly about how proud of him they are. It feels good to be the centre of attention for once.

"Did you manage to sort any clothes out for me?" he says, remembering their earlier offer to help. Great as if feels having ridden through the busy streets of London naked, he still can't wait to get dressed again.

"Oh yes, of course," says Jessica rummaging in her bag.

"As it happens I had to buy some new clothes today."

"Oh thanks guys - you're a lifesaver." Martin is so grateful that they are helping him out, otherwise how would he get home?

"Oh, it's our pleasure Martin," says Jessica giggling and turning to share a knowing smile with Ellie.

Martin takes the proffered t-shirt and quickly rips open the packaging feeling relieved. It's all going to work out OK.

He can't understand why the girls keep sniggering but he doesn't give it too much thought as he's so keen to cover his nakedness.

He thinks it a little strange the way Susan splutters as he starts to put the t-shirt on. What's so funny?

The thing is so small! He can barely get it over his body.

Susan gasps as the boy stretches the tiny garment over his bulky body.

"This is ridiculous!" he says as he desperately tries to pull it down to cover himself up. "It's far too small."

"I forgot to say - they are for my little brother," Jessica looks at Ellie is who is trying hard to keep a straight face at the sight of Martin in the skimpy top.

She reaches into her carrier bag and pulls something out.

It's a pair of boy's briefs - just the thing to go with the t-shirt.

"Here you go!" She exclaims, "We said we'd help you."

She hands the underpants to Martin who can see straight away that they are going to be far too small for him.

He looks at the giggling girls, holding the tiny pair of pants over his cock and balls to show that there is no way they are going to fit him. "I can't wear these," he moans.

"Well that's all I've got," says Jessica, "take it or leave it." "Come on now Martin, don't be ungrateful," admonishes Ellie.

Realising he has no option Martin tries to get the tiny briefs on. He's aware of people standing around and laughing at him.

He can hear the click of shutters as some of the amused onlookers take photos of the young man trying to force on a pair of underpants that are far too small for him.

He pulls them up, grimacing with pain as the waistband cuts into him. But as the alternative is to be naked he knows he must grin and bear it.

He gets them on as far as they go and stands awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable with being the focus of all these strangers' attention.

The girls can't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. It's just too funny!

"Turn around, let's see how they fit," instructs Ellie.

There's something commanding in her voice that Martin daren't disobey and he reluctantly turns around - aware that the miniscule garment doesn't cover his backside at all.

He can almost feel the girls' gaze on his exposed bottom.

He hears a wolf whistle from the crowd prompting yet more laughter.

He's never felt more humiliated in his whole life. Being caught in the photography studio wasn't as bad as this - at least that was only Ellie and Sabrina. Here there are complete strangers evaluating his exposed arse and taking photos.

"Oh Martin," says Ellie - her voice sympathetic, "you do look silly."

"Come on," she says, "come home with me. I have an older brother with clothes that will fit you better." She takes his arm and leads him away.

Martin is happy to let her take control, feeling a little more comfortable with someone else making decisions for him.

Sabrina, Jessica and Susan watch them walk off - hooting with laughter at the spectacle of Martin being led off by Ellie wearing child-sized clothes.

Back at Ellie's house she marches up the stairs with Martin desperately trying to keep up.

She takes him into a bedroom with clutter everywhere. "He has clothes around here somewhere, but it's hard to find anything because he's so messy."

Martin looks around at the piles of old magazines and rubbish but cannot see any clothes.

"You take a look while I take my dog out." With that Ellie rushes off leaving Martin alone and confused.

He stands uncertainly for a moment, still shaken up by all that's happened to him. At least now he's out of the public gaze and can get out of these uncomfortable underpants and t-shirt.

He glances around. Apart from some tatty sports magazines and a few dirty mugs on the windowsill the room looks strangely un-lived in.

'Oh well', he thinks to himself, 'I'm safe now and can get this off.'

He manages to pull the t-shirt off without ripping it and gladly throws it to one side.

Then he grabs at the waistband of the underwear, keen to be free of its painful confines.

He yanks it down and his penis bounces up as though relieved to be released from the ill-fitting clothing.

He starts to feel a little uneasy. What if Ellie's brother were to walk in and discover him naked? Or her mother? Better get something else on quickly.

He goes over to the chest of drawers and starts opening them one by one. There are a few old biros and balls of fluff - but nothing to wear.

Martin starts to sweat, convinced that someone is going to walk in at any moment. He gets to the bottom drawer which is just as empty as all the rest. This is ridiculous - there must be some clothes somewhere.

He scratches his head, unsure what to do. Then he notices a large wardrobe on the other side of the room - there must be something he can put on in there.

He rushes over and pulls the doors open. His heart sinks - it's completely and utterly empty. Not so much as a pair of socks!

'What am I going to do?' He thinks to himself. Suddenly he has an idea. He's always losing pairs of socks and underpants then finding them under the bed.

He quickly gets down on the floor and begins investigating under the beds - hopeful of finding something to cover his nakedness with.

But peering into the darkness all he can see is dust - certainly no clothes.

Just then he hears a noise from the hallway. Someone is coming into the room!

"Martin, what are you doing crawling around on the floor naked like that?"

Martin looks up at the imperious woman towering above him and carrying a dog lead. He feels totally insignificant in her commanding presence.

She walks closer and he cannot take his eyes off her. The confident way she stands there looking down at him makes him feel an overwhelming urge to kiss and worship her feet.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Her voice has an edge to it that makes him feel funny inside.

He desperately wants to please this smart, attractive girl who has total power over him. She smiles mysteriously down at him but he has no idea what she has in mind for him. Once again he feels fear building up inside and trembles under her gaze.

EPISODE 9: A trembling Martin finds himself totally naked and at the feet of the imperious Ellie. He still can't work out how he ended up here. It was only yesterday that he made plans to meet the intoxicating Vivien Rebus. But a series of inexplicable events has left him without his clothes and totally at Ellie's mercy. Despite his terror at the possibility of her mother or brother walking in and discovering him, strange new feelings have awoken. The girl's commanding presence fills his world and all he can think of is serving her.

Martin has never felt like this before. The need to worship at her feet burning inside him. All he can think of is serving his stern mistress.

He gets down on his hands and knees before the domineering girl, his gaze fixed on her pretty feet.

He can resist no longer and pounces on them, eagerly licking her delicate toes.

Ellie smiles down at him, pleased with how quickly he's taken to his rightful position as her foot-slave.

Martin looks up at her for reassurance that he's doing well. "Carry on," she demands.

Obediently he resumes worshipping her feet, totally absorbed by them and his need to satisfy her.

Her toes taste slightly salty and their gentle sweaty aroma fills his nostrils.

He kisses her big toe, pressing his face as close as possible to her elegant foot. The taste, smell and feel of it driving him wild.

He's no longer concerned by his own nakedness, in fact it feels right that his cock, balls and arse are exposed for his mistress.

He clutches at her shoe, completely focussed on his subservience to the superior female.

Ellie is impressed. She always thought Martin was a bit boring. But he seems to have a real talent for servitude!

She steps back breaking Martin's reverie and he sits up wondering if he's done something wrong.

But as she steps forward with the dog lead her intentions become clear.

She fastens the collar around Martin's proffered neck asserting her ownership of him.

He obediently allows himself to be collared and as the buckle is locked in place he accepts his new role as Ellie's slave.

This is a turning point in the young lad's life; things will never be the same for Martin again.

Ellie confidently strides out of the room leading Martin behind her on all fours.

He pads across the floor with his head bowed in respect for his owner.

His cock and balls dangle between his legs as he follows her across the landing. To think he might never have experienced the wonderful pleasures of subservience if his bag hadn't been stolen!

Ellie tugs his lead impatiently, "Come on Martin - there's a good boy!" she calls.

He speeds up not wanting to upset his mistress and follows her down the stairs.

She leads him into the living room where she has some work to do on the computer. Meanwhile Martin resumes his position at her feet and starts kissing his way up her thigh.

She pauses for a moment to look down at the young man on his hands and knees. It fills her with a sense of power having someone to serve her every whim like this.

Martin brushes his lips lightly against her firm young flesh feeling privileged to be allowed to worship her like this.

He licks her smooth leg, delighting in the taste of her perfumed skin. He never wants this to end, wishing he could stay here as Ellie's possession forever.

Perhaps if he proves himself she'll let him go a little higher up her thigh.

The sensation of being so intimate with Ellie is almost overwhelming - like nothing he's ever experienced before.

A command from Ellie and he returns his attention to her feet, licking and kissing her toes with his pert backside up in the air.

Ellie removes her glasses and concentrates on what she's doing on the computer. She can't wait to show the girls!

As if on cue, there's a knock at the door. "Come in!" she calls out.

The sound is like an electric shock to Martin - snapping him back to reality. He jumps, twisting around in horror at the realisation that someone else is about to come into the room.

Oh no! It's Sabrina! Martin feels physically sick. His earlier pleasure at serving Ellie evaporates at the thought of his college-mates witnessing him in such a compromising position.

It gets worse. Sabrina is not alone. She's closely followed by Cassie and Susan who immediately burst into laughter at the sight of the naked boy wearing a collar and lead.

Cassie pushes forward to get a better look, her mocking laughter ringing in Martin's ears. She takes every opportunity to humiliate him and he can just imagine how delighted she must be to see him like this.

He doesn't know what to do as the girls stride past him to take up positions on the sofa. He's aware Ellie still has hold of the lead so he cannot run away. And he has no clothes to put on even if he did escape.

His face reddens with embarrassment and he fights back tears. This is just too humiliating for him to bear.

As the girls get comfortable he starts picturing how hellish his life at college will be. People whispering and pointing at him as word spreads of him being used as a naked foot-slave.

He looks round at the giggling girls who have surrounded him, feeling totally helpless and overwhelmed.

"I didn't stay you could stop Martin. Get down and service my guests," orders Ellie. He considers disobeying her but his earlier subservience returns and he realises he must do as she commands.

Sabrina kicks off her shoes and proffers her feet for Martin's attention. He takes them gently in his hands and feels the now familiar sensation of desire take over.

He begins kissing them, feeling their warmth from the walk over to Ellie's house, smelling their subtle musk.

He knows that to be Ellie's property means being shared with her friends. He must give their feet as much attention as hers in order to be a good servant.

He loses himself in the moment, kissing and caressing Sabrina's bare feet while Ellie works away on the computer. Cassie cannot resist bringing her foot down and deliberately brushing the sole of her shoe against his exposed penis.

Susan joins in and the two girls manipulate his cock between them. It's humiliating for Martin to have his genitals toyed with in such a casual manner, but he must carry on with the instructions given to him.

The two girls snigger as they poke and push his penis, squashing it between their shoes and sliding his foreskin back and forth.

Martin tries to ignore the sensations building in his groin, focussing instead on Sabrina's delicate foot.

His cock twitches and his balls start to churn as the girls relentlessly stimulate him with their feet. Susan nudges his balls and giggles as they clench.

Having finished what she was doing, Ellie joins her friends and smiles to see Martin obediently servicing Sabrina. It's the ultimate power trip to have a slave and be able to share him with her friends like this.

With his penis and testicles being played with and the taste and smell of Sabrina's foot, Martin is totally lost in a world of strange new sensations.

"Hey Martin," calls Cassie, "it's really hot out there. Cool off my feet."

She removes her shoes and holds her foot out for Martin to kiss.

He licks her toes one by one, taking them into his mouth. It tickles her slightly, but the sensation of having him worship her feet is a huge rush.

Martin becomes aware of a warm sensation spreading from his groin and a growing need to cum.

He sucks greedily on her big toe, her soft moans of pleasure telling him he's doing it just right.

Susan presses on his cock with her bare foot to tease him further.

Sabrina joins in, the two girls determined to work him up into a frenzy of ecstasy.

Martin's life has changed completely. He has finally found his place - being subservient to a group of commanding girls. His own desires are secondary to servicing their pretty feet. This is the way things should be. He's too focussed on what he's doing to wonder what Ellie has been up to on the computer all this time...

EPISODE 10: Martin has discovered a natural desire within himself to serve pretty young women. Despite his earlier fears and embarrassments he is finally content to be on the floor and servicing them. His whole world is filled with strange new desires as he worships at their feet. But Ellie has been working on a very special project, one that she's about to reveal - with terrible consequences for Martin. Things are about to get a whole lot more uncomfortable for the young lad and he will end up learning a terrible and humiliating truth.

Martin gazes adoringly at Cassie's foot. It just feels right to him that he should be subservient at the feet of the superior females.

As he kisses her toes he looks across at Ellie, wondering what she's doing spending so much time on the computer when she could be having her feet worshipped by him.

At that moment, Ellie calls out excitedly "Come look what I've made!"

Something in her tone sends a shiver down Martin's spine and he stops what he is doing immediately.

The girls and Martin lean forward, keen to see what Ellie's been working on.

Martin gets a sinking feeling as he makes out what is on the screen - oh no!

Ellie proudly shows them the Facebook fan page she's made for him. Even from this distance he can see there are lots of thumbnails indicating that she's uploaded pictures for everyone to view.

His heart stops as he realises the implications. This is a public page - anyone with access to the Internet can view it! The shock hits Martin and he freezes, unable to move.

As if to taunt him further, Ellie clicks on one of the thumbnails and begins scrolling through the picture gallery.

The photos from the photography studio! Martin had assumed that after she gave him a copy, Ellie had deleted them all apart from the close-up ones of her "elephant".

But here they all are - in high resolution detail. He can hear the girls around him sniggering as they stare openly at the picture of him displaying his backside.

"I've sent invites to everyone at college to view the page," says Ellie matter-of-factly, "and it already has 500 fans!"

She smiles, pleased with her work. Poor Martin is paralysed with shame and can do nothing but sit there dumbly. He realises how foolish he was to allow the girls to take photos of him naked.

It's an unpleasant trip down memory lane for the ashamed lad as he remembers the discomfort and embarrassment he felt in that cold, cavernous room at college with the sound of the other students walking past outside.

Each time Ellie clicks he feels another burst of shame at seeing himself on screen appearing to be flaunting his nudity.

The feelings of intense shame at getting an erection in front of Ellie and Sabrina return as he sees his own erect penis in close-up.

"I've promised the fans a picture of Martin wanking," says Ellie slyly.

Before he can object, she gives a sharp tug on the dog lead and orders him to stand up.

He stumbles unsteadily, overcome with emotion and terrified of what the calculating girl might do next.

"Cassie, could you hold his lead for me please?" asks Ellie, "We don't want him running off anywhere do we!"

"With pleasure," says Cassie, accepting the lead with obvious delight. It's not every day she gets a young lad of her own to control.

Ellie grabs hold of Martin's penis and starts tugging on it. He looks down, desperately wanting her to stop but terrified of what will happen if he speaks up.

She expertly wanks him off, sliding his foreskin back and forth and driving him mad with lust.

He watches helplessly as she stimulates him - unable to repress the feelings of arousal that are already starting to take over.

Martin is totally out of control as the pretty girl mercilessly toys with his cock. He feels used and pathetic with the girls crowding around him, obviously enjoying his discomfort.

Martin looks over at the three girls sat next to him. He always felt a little shy in their company before but this is a million times worse.

They just seem so confident, so at ease with being in the presence of a naked young man. There is something almost hungry about the way Cassie and Sabrina stare at his penis. "You'll be the most popular boy in college!" chips in Susan.

Ellie feels Martin's penis harden in her grip and is delighted. She knew it wouldn't take her long to get him all worked up. Boys are so easy to control!

Martin closes his eyes and tries to fight the sensations that are building deep inside him.

To cum in front of the girls would be the ultimate humiliation.

But something about the way Ellie grins up at him tells him he has no choice in the matter.

"Cassie, take over would you? I have to get the computer ready." Cassie readily agrees, keen to get her hands on Martin's engorged penis.

She grabs his thick member and strokes up and down the shaft driving him wild.

She can see his balls clenching and knows he is close.

"Martin, finish yourself off," she instructs - not wanting to get his filthy muck all over her pretty top.

Martin knows he has to obey. He gave up his freewill long ago - now he must do whatever the girls tell him. Sabrina gets out her camera and starts snapping away to ensure she captures the moment.

A first dribble of semen comes out of the end as the orgasm starts to build. Cassie watches excitedly, pleased to have helped bring him so close.

The hot white stuff dribbles through his fingers messily, but Martin cannot stop as the need for release takes over.

A jet of sperm shoots out and spatters on the carpet and he lets out a groan.

Despite the feelings of shame and embarrassment, there is also a sense of relief as the pent up energy is released.

The floodgates are opened and more and more sticky semen fires from the end of his penis. Now he's started he cannot stop, nor does he want to.

Sabrina is thrilled with the photos she's getting. There will be plenty for Martin's fan page and Ellie is poised to upload the pictures straight away.

At last the orgasm subsides and he squeezes the last few drops of cum out of his dick. He feels defeated, knowing full well that photos of his climax will shortly be viewed by at least 500 people including pretty much all of his college.

Sabrina zooms in to make sure she records every last moment of his humiliation.

As he stands there, with his dick in his hand, Martin slowly starts to come to his senses.

"Smile for the camera," taunts Sabrina. He knows there is nothing he can do about the photos she is taking but he can't bear to be in the room with the giggling girls any longer.

He wants to run home, to get away from them and the claustrophobic stuffiness of the room. But he has nothing to wear! If he can get his mum to pick him up she can bring clothes.

"Please can I borrow your phone," he begs Ellie, "I need to call my parents and let them know where I am. Mine was in my bag that was stolen." Ellie silently hands him her phone.

He almost trips over himself in his desperate rush to get out. Cassie bites her lip, suppressing the urge to burst out laughing. How pathetic that he wants to go and call his mummy!

As he flings open the door and stumbles outside Cassie can stop herself no longer and has an attack of the giggles, the sound following him out of the room.

The girls crowd round the computer to watch Ellie upload the photos of Martin wanking. This should get them even more fans for him.

Martin closes the door to shut out the sounds of the girls loudly discussing his manhood. He feels a little easier already just from being away from them. But he can never forget that the most intimate pictures imaginable are out there on the Internet where anyone could see them.

Unfamiliar with Ellie's phone, he accidentally pulls up the call log. He sees the last call was to his phone - reminding him that he wouldn't be in this position if some thief hadn't stolen his bag.

Feeling anger at whoever took it he suddenly has an idea. He resolves to ring the perpetrator and tell him off for all the trouble he's caused.

He dials and waits impatiently for it to connect. Eventually it does and he hears something very strange.

It sounds like a phone ringing nearby. And it's exactly the ringtone he has set on his phone.

He listens intently, trying to work out where the sound is coming from.

He follows it to a nearby room and nervously opens the door.

All the while he worries in case Ellie comes out and tells him off for wandering around her house. But what he sees inside the room makes his head spin.

There on the floor - his bag and cycling helmet in a neat pile! He cannot believe his eyes.

He walks over and rummages through the backpack. Everything is there - all his clothes - exactly as he'd left it.

Including his phone - which is still trilling away as he picks it up.

He stares at it in disbelief, completely unable to comprehend what's going on. The name Ellie flashes up on the screen announcing the incoming call.

Finally it all sinks into place and Martin realises he's been played all along.

He thinks back to the impromptu photo shoot a few days before, outside college ...

... Susan asked Ellie to take some pictures for her Facebook profile and he was an unwilling participant ...

... But something grabbed his attention away from the chattering girls...

... The mysterious and sexy older lady who he thought was smiling at him as she passed by ...

... Ellie must have realised he was staring at the woman and seen an opportunity ...

... It wouldn't have taken much to get a photograph of "Vivien Rebus" as she walked past - just what would be needed to create a fake Facebook profile ...

He's so engrossed in his thoughts that he doesn't hear the door open behind him. All he can think of is how stupid he's been - so obsessed by the mature woman that he didn't see the obvious.

"Hello Martin," says Ellie as she steps into the room.

He looks round at the orchestrator of his humiliation, unable to speak. He cannot believe how easily she has manipulated him all along.

But Ellie merely smiles at him mysteriously. She has been planning this for a long time, just waiting for the opportunity to hook Martin in. Now she has proven her superiority over him, the young lad is in her thrall and will do whatever she tells him. She thinks she's going to enjoy having her own full time slave and can't wait to show him off to the rest of the college...

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