BareAss TV
Alan can’t stop smiling. He was barely a twinkle in his father’s eye when, at midnight on August 1, 1981, MTV made its first broadcast with The Buggles’ Video Killed the Radio Star. Since then cable TV has spread across the world, and MTV now brings us far more than just a constant stream of music videos. There’s Beavis and Butthead for instance, but Alan isn’t interested in cartoons. It’s MTV’s 'Jackass' he is a major fan of. Oh yes, he can definitely see himself becoming the next Johnny Knoxville, the Jackass presenter who made his name by shooting himself and writing an article about it.Alan is certain he’s found a shortcut to Jackass type success (no bullet proof vest required, hopefully) with E-MTV, a UK production company searching for a Knoxville-like presenter for its own ‘special’ version of the US original. ‘It’s going to be like Jackass, but with just a few subtle differences to make it MUCH more fun!’ or so the advertisement read anyway.
’These people don’t know how lucky they are’ thinks Alan confidently. As he waits for the producer who is to interview him, he goes over some of the stunts he has pulled in the past, how great people are always telling him he is, and how many parties he gets invited to. ‘That Alan King, he’s a wicked laugh, you can’t have a party without Alan King’ that’s what everyone from his neck of the woods says.
It’s first thing on a Friday morning, and as the office fills up, Alan looks out for the woman he is there to meet. ‘Fucking hell I hope it’s her’ he thinks, as a young production assistant arrives for a different meeting.
Over the next few minutes even more gorgeous girls arrive. ‘it’s going to be as cool as fuck working here, all these media girls are filthy-looking’ he drools. Eventually the producer, Maxine arrives, and instantly starts to put him at his ease – as if he needs to be any more at ease.
Her people skills are top-notch. To start off she makes sure he’s been offered a drink, that his journey was okay, and that he doesn’t mind being interviewed with the other E-MTV people around, “it’s an extrovert’s job after all!” she says.
”How much do you know about E-MTV? Either way, let me run a quick chronology by you” she announces. Alan isn’t known for his long attention span though. ’Even though she’s got a few years on the other girls here, she’s not half bad’ he thinks, as her words about the history of E-MTV wash over him.
”Any questions so far?” she asks. ”Yes, when can I start?” Alan half-jokes, hoping she doesn’t ask him anything related to what she was just saying.
“Wooah there! We need to be absolutely sure we put the right man in this demanding role. It’s going to be a key programme for our new schedule; we want it to put E-MTV firmly on the map. We’ll expect a lot from the host we choose, but we’ll give a lot in return. What makes you think you are our ideal BareASS presenter?”
”I’ve got all the Knoxville videos, right back from when he did that Big Brother stuff, you know, the extreme skateboarding magazine from America? But more than that, I’m always up for a laugh..."
"...any stunt that you’ve heard of; you know, riding a shopping trolley into a wall, running through a field with an angry bull in it, even swallowing a live goldfish; I’ve done them all!”
“Goodness! The things you young people get up to these days!” laughs Maxine. “Is your body a patchwork of metal plates and steel rods holding together all the broken bones?”
“Ha! My body’s in perfect condition! I’m as fit as anything. There’re NO problems there – I promise you that!” Alan feels as if the interview is moving on to a new stage. His adrenalin surges a little and he can almost see himself walking into the office here each morning, the girls getting to know him better and better as the weeks go by, the nights after work to be spent at the pub with them...
…and then back to his place. ‘I’ll be able to afford a penthouse flat by the river on a TV presenter’s salary’ he hopes, as his eyes fall on the firm, shapely body of his interviewer.
As Maxine takes on the topic of BareASS TV and how it differs from its near-namesake Jackass, Alan finds that no matter how hard he tries, he can’t stop thinking about leading her across the threshold of his imaginary apartment, a bottle of champagne waiting in the fridge, for a night of unrestrained lust.
As the office fills up even more his attention wanders away from his interviewer – there’s a lot more scenery to take in – Alan hopes his interviewer doesn’t notice, but unfortunately for him there’s very little that gets passed Maxine.
’Wow, I’ll be like a kid in a sweet shop when I start here’ he thinks, but a raised voice from Maxine, repeating a question for him, snaps him out of his daydreams. At first though, he doesn’t believe he has heard her correctly…
”I’ll have to strip off completely for most stunts? Are you sure that’s allowed on television?”
As Maxine goes over the details about the special adult cable channel the programme is being made for, and the way imminent changes in regulations will affect what can be broadcast, Alan notes how he is no longer the centre of attention, and drifts off back to his day dreams.
He keeps the nods going, and drops in the ‘Oh yes, I see’ comments in places as appropriate as possible, but nothing Maxine could say right now could distract him from the sight of the brunette girl, as she absent mindedly, but delicately, rubs her thighs together.
Unbeknown to Alan, the receptionist has spotted him salivating over the girls, and whispers to the production assistant Danielle that Maxine won’t be too pleased with her interviewee’s wandering eye.
At that moment she receives a call, and has to direct the graphic artist to wait a while for her usual weekly meeting with the advertising department. “Is it okay if I sit here?” “Go right ahead!”
Alan is almost whimpering with delight at the thought of her skirt riding up as she sits down. He doesn’t even notice Maxine significantly slow the pace at which she is talking.
“I hope I’m not interrupting” Julie huskily offers as a hand traces up and down her naked leg.
’I wonder if she’s here for a job interview too? I would hire her right now if it was up to me. I’m going to employ girls ONLY on a looks-alone basis when I have my own show’ Alan naively thinks.
Maxine asks him if he does much skateboarding, and he answers without taking his eyes off Julie’s legs; “Nah, not for a while, but you don’t lose it, it’s like errr… riding a bike.”
“Anyway, what do I need to be good at it for? I’ve only got to fall off one. Right?”
“Not everyone can make that funny though, you need to be a Laurel and Hardy-type character for this new millennium.” “You what?” questions Alan.
Maxine patiently explains to Alan the essential slapstick elements of the show, and how comedy timing, acting, balance, knowing how to fall, screen presence, and so on. “Oh THAT! Yes, I’ve got all of that alright!” At the reception desk Danielle and the receptionist Eve are listening in to the cocky young man intently; keen to see what the ruthless Maxine will do with him.
”You have? That’s wonderful! It would really help me move forward on this if I could see some of it right now. You have brought it all with you haven’t you Alan?”
Befuddled by what she said, Alan tries to work out if he’s blown it, but the brunette shifts in her seat, rewarding Alan with a glimpse of her pink thong.
“Thank you so much Eve. As usual, he’ll have to learn the hard way. RIGHT ALAN! Time for you to strut your stuff young man!”
“Oh excellent a skateboard! I’m really good at that!” Alan lies through his teeth. His heart sinks as he realises what Maxine means by balance, falling, timing and so on. ‘Being confident is one thing’, thinks Alan, ‘but I’d prefer to be backing that confidence up with more than five minutes skateboarding experience over the past five years.’
Eve, who has seen lots of hopefuls come and go, can spot a skateboarder from fifty paces, and sees instantly that Alan isn't one. ‘This should be fun’ she thinks as, following Maxine’s instructions, he kicks himself off – straight for the wall.
The sympathetic and intensely interested gaze of interviewer Maxine turns, behind Alan’s back, into a steely glare as she waits for the boy to crash into the wall.
Alan’s thoughts are fixed on his penthouse flat, the girls he’ll be mingling with everyday, and the looks on his mate’s faces when he tells them he’s a TV presenter. His collision with the wall gives him a rude awakening, and the next thing he knows…
…he’s on the floor with the entire population of the office, even Andy the scene shifter, looking down at him wondering how anyone could be that stupid.
Despite the shooting pain that feels like his forehead has just been hit with a rubber mallet, Alan is supremely pleased; ‘YES! I bet they thought I’d bottle out and not do it!’ he congratulates himself.
‘They get dumber and dumber each time I come here’ thinks Julie. A tingle of expectant delight goes through Maxine’s spine as she realises; ‘this one actually thinks he’s good at it!’
Having hit the wall at quite a speed, and finding it made of somewhat harder stone than the plasterboard he had been expecting, Alan tries to concentrate on his hero Johnny Knoxville; ‘at least I haven’t made a fool of myself, I’ve just done a stunt like Johnny.’
As his eyes fall on the luscious legs of the two women nearest him, he adds to his thoughts; ‘and I bet Johnny never had all these gorgeous women around him when he did his first stunt.’
Looking up at the other faces, he’s almost certain they are sympathetic, and that if they could, they’d reach down and stroke him gently, checking he was alright. 'This fuckwad is making me ashamed to be British' thinks Rosalind as she stands between Eve and Andy. She silently hopes the Australian guy she is due to meet is late and doesn’t turn up while this pathetic specimen is still here.
The pain becomes more intense as the bruise develops at its own leisurely place, marking the spot where Alan’s head introduced itself to the wall. “Okay, I’m sure you’d love to show us that again..."
"but this time WITH comic timing?” questions Maxine.
Danielle’s mouth drops open as she watches the lad kick himself off even faster than the first time, his head down, heading straight for the wall.
Giving himself one final kick, Alan resolves; ‘if they want comic timing, I’ll give them comic timing. Well I would if I knew what it was.’
BANG!
Realising this was an altogether more serious collision, Maxine feels a shudder inside herself, a warm glow seeps into her bones, and a feeling of all-over well-being envelops her.
As the crippling pain holds him to the floor, to his utter horror Alan can’t help but start sobbing involuntarily. There’s a peal of delighted laughter from the girls as soon as they see this.
Alan uses every resource he can muster to hold back the tears. He daren’t open his eyes this time for fear of all those pretty faces staring down at him. ‘I’ve bloody DONE it though. I’ve done what she wanted’ encouraged by this, he drags himself to his feet.
“Have you any aspirin?” he asks as he hopefully hands the skateboard back.
“No, but that’s it for the head-banging, for now anyway.”
“What was that little rumour I heard on the grapevine about you and parties?” Maxine asks, referring back to Alan’s earlier comments.
"You heard about me and parties did you? Not surprised” Alan forgetfully responds.
”I’d like to see how you’d cope with our ‘Party Boy’ scenes then. Another trial if you will.” ”Okay, I’ll give it a go, but I don’t feel in much of a party mood with this headache.” "Oh, I see, I think you'd better sit down again then."
“Before we go any further” addresses Maxine sternly, "on this show the option of ‘not being in the mood’ will simply not be available. Do you want to continue with the trial or not?” ”W-what? Yes! Sure! Party Boy it is then!”
“All you need to do is dance around with no clothes on. I’ll provide the music, and we’ve got some girls here already. Right Party Boy! Let’s see how you can stir things up to music.”
Battered and bruised, but only half an hour into the interview, Alan King is feeling slightly less confident that he is going to pull it off and become E-MTV’s own Johnny Knoxville. The skateboarding into the wall and its associated pain wasn’t so bad, it was having to do it in front of all the gorgeous women that really hurt. How they laughed at him!The dip in his confidence is easing as quickly as the swelling on his forehead subsides, which is just as well as it’s time for cocky young Alan to swallow what little pride he has left and show off his BareASS dancing skills.
Within an instant of pressing play, music is blaring out of discretely placed speakers. ‘What is he going to do NOW?’ thinks Maxine impatiently 'oh dear, it looks like he's going to do nothing.'
Julie, Eve, and Ros watch with delight as Maxine tries in vain to encourage the young hopeful. All Alan can do is stare at her firm breasts and think about how much he’d like to stick his head between them. He completely forgets he’s supposed to be the one dancing.
’This is the best job interview I’ve ever had!’ thinks Alan, managing to tap his foot, but showing no other signs of joining Maxine. Andy Morely, the scene shifter, can’t believe the young lad hasn’t grabbed her and started writhing in time to the music. He certainly would have - like a shot.
The intrusive chirrup of Rosalind’s phone breaks Maxine out of her rhythm. "Let’s see some of your famous dancing then Mr King, but don't forget, for BareASS TV we want our Party Boy to take ALL his clothes off! Have you got a problem with that?"
"No, no, errr…" stutters Alan "it’s just that there’s not much of a party atmosphere here is there?" "This show is called BareASS not DUMBAss! YOU create the party atmosphere! Are you up to the job or not?"
As the girls in the reception area shift around expectantly to make space for Alan’s dancing, Eve cranks up the volume, and the bass starts to thump insistently out of a hidden sub woofer.
"Just let the music take over" advises Maxine.
‘I tell you what mate’ Alan says to himself ‘job or no job, you’re on for a shag there – look at her, she’s desperate for it.’ He feels cheered mightily by his observation and starts to sway in time with the pounding bass as he undresses.
An incredulous Danielle delights at the sight of the fit young man undressing in the reception area of her office.
’Oh my, he’s in damn good shape’ thinks Maxine lustfully.
Alan laughs nervously, looking to Maxine for encouragement, not sure if she really means it, that he really is supposed to take his trousers off.
Danielle looks more closely at his muscular young body – her legs start to shake ever so slightly. She’s glad of the wall to lean into.
Ros and Eve are transfixed too, transfixed by the sight of someone so gullible he’s prepared to undress and dance naked around a reception area full of business women.
’Hey! All these girls are getting into this! I suppose it must happen all the time here’ Alan fools himself. Maxine wipes down her sweating palm, her hand warm and sticky with anticipation.
Eve realises Julie is still there, and as Julie is from another company, worries how she might react to the current goings on. Julie is delightedly rocking in time to the music herself while she licks her lips. Eve decides that it won’t be necessary to find an excuse to reseat her elsewhere.
She's very much enjoying her time at E-MTV today, and to demonstrate just how much, she stands up and wiggles her bum in time with the beat.
”Alan, didn’t it say in your application letter that you had done some podium dancing?” Maxine asks. ‘OH yes, bend over like that!’ thinks Danielle. This unexpected question distracts Alan from the rocketing unease he feels as his trousers slip down.
His trousers hover nervously about his thighs while he stumbles out an answer; ”that was a tiny exaggeration. I did jump on the bar in a club in Barcelona when I was drunk last year. They let me finish the dance and gave me a free flaming sambuca.” The girls fall about laughing. Not Maxine though.
”Are there many other exaggerations on your CV we should know about?” asks Maxine icily.
A hot flush comes over Alan, and he feels himself starting to sweat. He does his best to resolve the situation, ‘but there isn’t even that much on my CV to lie about’ he thinks, thankfully.
”Right, I’m ready.” Alan waits for the next song to start. There's a nervous cough from Danielle as Ros and Eve moan audibly “Awwww.” Maxine knows what they are referring to.
“Pants off too now Alan. Come on, ANYONE can dance in their pants, we need you naked.” ’yes, take those pants off NOW’ thinks Danielle.
The bang on his head suddenly seems to resume it’s throb, annoyingly for Alan it seems to pulsate perfectly in time with the music… ‘bum bah bum bah bum bah…’ 'If I just start dancing now, make like I didn't hear her, it'll be alright and I won't have to take my pants off' he hopes.
’I gotta get through this, I gotta get through this…’ The music seems to be pumping out of the walls, ceiling, and floor, all at once. As Alan, doing his best to ignore his throbbing head, makes his first tentative dance moves, Julie whoops and encourages him to go for it properly.
Rosalind looks at him in amazement, ‘the nerve of the lad!’ she thinks. Eve looks to check he really is just in his pants and laughs loudly at the unlikely scenario.
‘Wait until I get into it and show them some of my best moves’ thinks Alan, as he finds his footing and starts to think once again that he definitely IS the man for the job after all.
‘bum bah bum bah bum bah…’Alan does his 360 degree spin, which much to Rosalind’s delight, makes him nearly lose his footing and fall flat on his face.
’Whooh! Better not try that again for a while boy!’ Alan thinks to himself. Instead of his fancy moves, he elects to go in closer to Julie, and her pink thong.
'I gotta get through this, I gotta take my, take my mind off you...' 'Sheesh – she’s drop-dead gorgeous!’ thinks Alan, his face lighting up with glee.
Julie's ‘dirty dancing’ proves to be more than a match for Alan, who’s dancing skills don’t, to say the least, live up to his boasts.
As Julie grinds her pussy into Alan’s pelvis, Ros looks more closely for any signs of a reaction from the boy.
‘He’s not much of a dancer, but he’s as cute as you like’ thinks Ros.
Alan catches Eve’s eye and decides to spread himself about, ‘mingle, they want to see you mingle Alan’ he says to himself.
As he moves in on her, the scent of his ex-girlfriend’s favourite perfume, Calvin Klein’s Obsession fills his senses and sends his mind reeling back to lustful moments of passion with her in the back of his old wreck of a car.
’Look at her! She’s loving it!’ he thinks cockily. ‘Argh! What’s he doing?’ Eve tries not to lose her cool composure.
Alan writhes around Eve as pleased as Punch with himself.
Completely confident that he has at least two potential new girlfriends already, his eye falls on to the gorgeous blonde production assistant.
Even though she loves the look of his body, Danielle daren’t touch the interviewee, especially not with Maxine looking on.
Although she really wouldn’t mind running her hands over his chest, down across his tummy, and slipping them into the top of his pants, Danielle isn’t about to blow her special relationship with Maxine, her fierce boss.
"Try over there – there’s more space!"
Alan bravely tries to cover up the near-stumble Danielle’s shove resulted in by keeping his center of gravity low for a quick West Side Story-style move toward the wall he’d head-butted earlier. Maxine has seen enough. "Stop! NOW!"
As Eve brings quiet and order back to the office, Ros sees if there’s any reaction from Maxine to Alan's dancing. She discovers a look on her boss's face that tells her Maxine has far from finished with the boy yet.
”You like my dance moves then?” he asks Maxine.
”Oh yes, you’ve some great moves kid!” Maxine takes the mickey out of him.
”Yes, I could have been a professional dancer, I still might even, you know, if this doesn’t work out. Not that I think it isn’t going to, if you know what I mean!” Maxine stands dumfounded as she listens to the nonsense pouring out of him.
”Tell me though, what stopped you from going further, you didn’t even take your shorts off!” she asks.
”Well it’s obvious isn’t it? I’m not a poof! I’m not stripping off with that bloke ogling me!”
“What are you talking about? Do you mean Andy? The scene shifter? Are you quite mad?” “look, if it was just the girls – NO problemo – but with other blokes around I just have this thing about getting naked okay?” Alan lies, his palms sweating. He's often naked around men - after football for instance - but isn't near as experienced with women as he likes to make out, and is terrified at the thought of exposing himself to all these women.
”I’m not being funny, but…” he goes on. Maxine has stopped listening, as she always does when someone starts a sentence with ‘I’m not being funny, but…’
Maxine looks at his body again, ‘he looks so hard’ she thinks, ‘he just doesn’t have the bottle though. Oh well, let’s see what we can do with him.’
“Our BareASS presenter is obviously going to have to be FAR more daring – you do realize that don’t you Mr King?” ”Oh yes, no problem. What’s next then? I’m up for anything!” he claims, hurriedly putting his clothes back on.
Looking round at her staff, Maxine sees they are as disappointed as her. ‘What was it my analyst told me last month? Oh yes, 'go with what you feel.'' Maxine has an idea.
Her staff look on expectantly. They’ve seen her like this before, when she gets one of her ideas, and are never sure what might happen next.
“What we’re going to do next is an entirely new ‘never before seen on television’ concept. Whether or not we ask you back for a second interview is entirely dependent on your performance.” Ros pricks her ears up at this news.
”You can count on me to come up with the goods” advises Alan, worrying intensely though about whether there’ll be more skateboarding, dancing, or even worse – if she’ll want him to get naked again.
”What will I have to do then?” he asks nervously. ”Just do what comes naturally, follow our lead! It’ll be great fun! I’ll just arrange things with Eve.”
As Alan strains to hear, desperate for a clue to what’s to come so he can prepare himself, Maxine quietly enlists Eve, telling her to fetch some things from the props room for her, and…
”…can you send Andy on an errand?”
Eve looks over at Alan just as Maxine takes a slow, purposeful breath and turns toward him as well. The pale hairs on Eve’s arms begin to stand on end as she detects an instant change in the atmosphere.
Eve hands something to Ros. Moments later Alan hears his potential new boss’s words quite clearly: ”do it now.”
There are audible gasps around the room as the lithe blonde moves swiftly around him and in an instant clamps the strong steel handcuffs tightly on to his wrists.
Maxine and Ros barely give him time to think before they start to gyrate against him, demonstrating what they mean by BareASS dancing. The position of his hands, locked together behind his back, hinders his own already limited dancing ability.
’At least she won’t be expecting me to undress now’ he thinks, as he tries to ape Maxine’s movements. Eve, on a barely noticeable signal from her boss, moves quickly toward the boy.
The unfamiliarity and discomfort of the handcuffs is just beginning to irk Alan, when the sensation is replaced by a rush of fight or flight adrenalin as a strong arm locks itself round his neck, jerking his head back roughly. “Waaah?!” Alan struggles ”Just stay still while we help you undress” snarls Eve into his ear. He feels unexpectedly strong hands grip his top.
A loud rip marks the end of his best top, and time stands still for a moment as Alan’s heart pounds. He holds back tears of frustration that are rapidly welling up. ‘Why doesn’t she stop them?’ he thinks frantically, hoping Maxine will step in and halt this violent treatment of him...
…but as he does, Maxine grabs the remaining half of his top and shreds it with her hot, trembling fingers. “Get it off – get it ALL off!” she orders her staff. 'Oh yes' Danielle agrees, 'let’s see him with EVERYTHING off'.
Alan pants, his legs turning rapidly to jelly, as he looks with disbelief at the woman who was just moments ago so business-like and professional.
He does his best to struggle free, but it’s impossible without the use of his arms. As Maxine discards his destroyed top, Alan realises with abject terror that they are trying to do the same thing with his trousers.
As his trousers begin to slowly tear, Danielle and Julie break into fits of nervous laughter. Any doubt Alan had about whether or not he should still be playing along disappears the instant he looks at Maxine and sees the wild-eyed look on her face.
”When we say BareASS, we MEAN BareASS” Maxine yells at him.
“Fucking get off me now or you’ll be in serious trouble” Alan’s stern words are let down by his quaking, weak voice.
”What a rude boy!” says Ros calmly. “Now, what shall we do…”
”…about…”
”…these!” Her warm finger tucks itself into his shorts, his bucking and writhing only serving to let it slip in even further. He feels Eve’s ribs press into his back. Her scent, the Obsession, brings back pleasant memories no more.
As Ros pulls his pants further down a cold chill of desperation grips him. He feels like he’s about to wet himself, his arched back hurts now, and he’s afraid his legs won’t hold him up for much longer.
Martine strengthens the crushing grip on some pressure points above his elbow and he shouts out in even more pain. Ros continues to use just the one finger to calmly work his pants further down.
She takes a glance at his withered cock; “someone’s not very pleased to see me are they!”
Danielle and Julie start a chorus of ‘get them off!’ in unison. Maxine agrees and tugs angrily at his pants.
With the loudest tear so far they come asunder, accompanied by sobbing sounds from the whimpering Alan.
With a sawing motion Maxine and Ros struggle to break the strong waistband, agonizingly crushing Alan’s balls in the process. Oblivious to his pain Julie and Danielle are now shouting “Going…”
"...going..."
"...GONE!"
The girls can’t contain their delight at the exposure of the boy’s cock.
Alan sobs, his pants in tatters around one leg now, his dreams of a job in TV in a similar state. With a final excruciating wrench, what’s left of his pants is torn completely off, leaving him standing handcuffed…
…naked in the E-MTV foyer, a strong feminine arm around his neck, and the E-MTV women, their excitement levels running at fever-pitch staring at him expectantly. “Nooooo…” Alan screams, as his pants disappear forever.
His hands locked in strong handcuffs, stripped of everything but his socks and shoes, Alan King is humiliated and indignant. He’s literally shaking with rage now, horrified at being naked – his clothes ripped to shreds and thrown away – these women laughing at him. Before he leaves, he’s intent on telling everyone at E-MTV just what he thinks of them. But he’s not going anywhere just yet.
Eve’s hand clamps itself over his mouth cutting off his shouts. The wild look in Maxine’s eyes takes on an altogether more ravenous quality, she and Ros twisting his nipples as though they were volume controls on a noisy radio.
Panting and sobbing heavily at the pain, Alan jerks away from the women as though he’d had an electric shock. Maxine moves away too, the wild look changing to a more innocent composure.
“Girls! Well done! I couldn’t have coped with this rough young man all by myself. Now, we’ve lots more to get through, so let’s press on.” Alan doesn’t like what he is hearing, but the unpleasant thoughts it conjures up pale into insignificance each time he tries to move - there’s no shifting out of Eve’s iron grip.
“Awww Alan! Did you think we would let you embarrass yourself by not being naked for your big BareASS TV audition?”
“BareASS is going to make that also-ran from MTV look like Sesame Street okay? Now all you have to do is follow my instructions and you’ll still be in with a chance.”
Alan’s hopes plummet the final few inches to rock bottom, each moment of his captivity seems to have taken forever so far, and the news that Maxine seriously expects him to continue the interview devastates him.
“The part we are going to do now is called…” she informs the room as she marches briskly over to the reception area...
”…Beat The Fucker Up.” To Alan’s utter horror Maxine proceeds to calmly hand out massive canes – one to each of the girls.
Julie watches Ros handle the monstrous looking weapon, and thinks apprehensively that maybe things have gone too far already. ‘I’ll see what they’re up to though’ she decides.
Alan is watching Ros too, and more intent than ever on making his escape; “I don’t want the stupid job, just let me go now, RIGHT now, and I won’t say anymore about it.” ”You’ll be alright, it’s only a bit of fun.” Eve advises.
Maxine invites Julie to hang around for a while; “love to!” As she takes the cane Maxine pauses momentarily and looks at her intently; just long enough to decide that yes, she can trust her.
Ros goes into joke school ma’am mode and flexes her cane. “Send the boy into me then!”
As Ros pokes the horrified boy playfully with her cane, Eve tells him; “don’t run, just stay on the spot as best you can” and begins to slip slowly away from him.
Both Ros and Julie tentatively flick at the naked boy with their canes, subconsciously waiting for Maxine to act, wanting to follow her lead. Desperate for the ordeal to be over as quickly as possible, Alan stands his ground. ‘Surely they are not actually going to hit me with those things’ he hopes.
As Ros pokes at the nipple her boss had been tweaking, Maxine moves in for a hard whack at him.
The long flexible sticks land sharply on his neck and thigh. Alan exclaims in agony through clenched teeth as Eve turns up the music to cover his cries.
The harder Maxine hits at him, the harder the other girls do too. As the music starts Eve finds the spectacle of the boy being beaten to the accompaniment of ‘Brown Eyed Girl’ bizarrely amusing.
Maxine pauses briefly to instruct Alan that the rules for this BareASS event state that he has to shout ‘more please Mistress’ each time he is hit. She resumes her whacking and he splutters it out almost immediately. Danielle cheers when she hears it…
…while Alan sobs rhythmically, rueing the day he decided it would be a good idea to apply for the BareASS TV presenter position.
When the women see this, they beat him with even more frenzied energy, Maxine ordering him to say his line again.
”More please Mistress” he stutters and sobs, and the ladies give him more.
’So hard to find my way, Now that I'm all on my own…’
’I saw you just the other day, My how you have grown,…’ Julie and Eve dance to Van Morrisson as their boss shouts at Alan: “say it AGAIN!”
”M-m-more please Mistress!” Alan’s childhood stutter makes an unwelcome return.
Seemingly possessed, Maxine raises her stick and lets out a blood-curdling yell. Alan’s body tenses involuntarily as he waits for his flesh to be burned, stung, and torn by the falling cane.
An agonizing thwack across his restrained arms makes Alan want to collapse into the foetal position, but he tries with all his might to remain standing.
Ros is thrilled and fascinated to see the muscular young male body writhe and dodge as she pokes and prods at it with her cane.
Julie is loving it; the way the stick feels in her hands, the noise it makes as it hisses through the air, the way the boy writhes when it makes contact. Any thoughts the girls might have had about the boy’s safety, dignity, or even his basic human rights, are shoved out of the window, the exhilaration of controlling him like this taking over.
'Making love in the green grass, behind the stadium with you…'
‘…my brown eyed girl, you my brown eyed girl’
Alan sobs uncontrollably, no longer able to say what Maxine ordered him to say. He bends his head and lets the painful blows rain down.
”I want him on his knees!” Maxine growls.
The girls rain blows down on him harder than ever. Julie goes specifically for his legs, desperate to crack his resolve to remain standing.
His skin, tenderized now, feels like it’s being flayed completely off him in big chunks.
Alan makes one more feeble attempt to say his line; “M-m-more p-p-please…” but can’t quite manage it all. Julie and Eve take this as a sign that the women are ‘victorious’ and cheer, jumping for joy. “I want him on the FLOOR” barks Maxine to herself.
As Alan tries to avoid the blows, a crushing strike from Maxine collides with his spine.
With no choice but to drop to his knees, Alan feels so vulnerable. His skin stings all over, his head aches, he can barely see for tears.
’At least…’ he thinks ‘they’ll stop hitting me now I’m on the floor and they’ve got what they wanted.’
Ros’s cane lands across his back as if to underline in no uncertain terms that the E-MTV girls have not, as of yet, got what they wanted at all.
As the blows rain down from all sides…
…his body becomes a mass of pain and confusion.
The flailing canes even reach between his legs and swipe his shrivelled cock.
Enjoying the resulting whimpers, Julie kicks his shoulder as hard as she can, sending him tumbling…
…hopelessly on to his side.
”Open your legs. Get him on his back!” shouts Ros, kicking at his knees.
As the canes crack on to his chest and ribs…
…entirely new sensations of pain permeate him. His cock exposed, the canes landing inches from it, sends his already desperate feeling of vulnerability off the scale.
Alan lies there like a baby, being prodded and poked by the women.
Unable to move without suffering serious pain, Alan can only hope that the women, who’s aim is becoming less and less accurate the more tired they get, don’t strike him across his cock, either accidentally or on purpose.
Just as he thinks that a crippling pain hits him down there, as Maxine’s cane lands squarely on his cock and testicles.
AAAARGGGGH!
Sobbing openly, the sound of canes whizzing past his ears might as well be the sound of bullets flying by to Alan, so certain is he that the effect of the next direct hit could be terminal.
Terrified that they are going to puncture his fragile skin, Alan yelps out loud as the teasing women press the points of their canes into him.
The girls watching cheer loudly as the canes come crashing down on the helpless boy again.
The noise brings Andy in, his diversionary task long since completed.
He almost closes the door and leaves instantly, thinking he has surely interrupted a special BareASS shoot.
Barely recognising the nude battered boy on the floor as the same confident young man he saw earlier, Andy is intrigued to see his boss wielding a lengthy cane, along with the other E-MTV girls. “What’s going on?” he asks.
His question goes unnoticed amid the yelps from Alan King as the women resume their battering of him.
”Awww is your little cock hurting?” teases Ros, oblivious there is an extra person in the audience. Eve and Danielle look over at the new arrival with a mixture of amusement and concern.
”What the fuck do you think you’re doing you mad bitches?!” Andy calls out after taking in the scene and making an instant decision about what is going on. Danielle’s mouth hangs open in astonishment that anyone would dare refer to Maxine in such terms.
”What’s going on?” he continues to plead. ”You’ll be ‘going on’ young man – going on your knees – for talking to us like that.” Ros leaves him in no doubt that he should have shut the door and turned his head while he had the chance. As Maxine takes in what Andy said, that wild, inflamed look - so intense when they were ripping Alan’s clothes off - returns to her eyes once more.
Alan King’s head is in a spin. He has lost all track of where he is, what time it is, and what’s going on. All he knows is that his body is wracked with pain, fear, and shame. He’s lying on the floor of the E-MTV reception area, his flesh stinging because of the prolonged caning he’s received.The seemingly possessed women only show signs of stopping at all when the strapping scene shifter Andy Morley comes to see what all the noise is about. At last, salvation is at hand for Alan. Or is it?
All Andy can do is blurt out another incredulous “What?” As he does so, the wild look leaves Maxine’s eyes, and Rosalind turns instantly to him and announces “Andy! Glad you came, we’d love you to help for a moment.”
Maxine is in no mood for small talk, and escorts the confused and hesitant Andy into the room with the help of Jujitsu hold.
As Andy is lead protesting plaintively across the floor, Alan lets his head fall weakly back in despair.
”For crying out loud…” starts Alan, but doesn’t get much further before Julie, much to her own surprise, leans down and instantly admonishes him with a slap across the face.
Alan sinks back to the floor as Julie scolds him. The other girls all circle around Andy, immediately excited by how compliant this powerful looking man has become under Maxine’s authority.
”Andy, we’ve decided you should have a chance to join the BareASS crew on the other side of the cameras. It’s now or never though.” Advises Maxine as Ros and Eve instinctively follow her lead and help strip him.
”Whoah! I’m not sure I want to…” protests the quiet, strong, laid-back scene shifter Andy as he looks down at Alan and notices with horror the red wheals across his body.
In an instant he’s shoved unexpectedly forward, the gleeful girls delighting at his muscular toned body.
Scene shifter Andy doesn’t know how to get the girls to stop, he’s as strong as an ox, but even the thwack of the cane as it falls across the boy on the floor’s body isn’t enough to make him resort to using his strength.
Alan is so weak each stroke of the cane makes him struggle for breath.
Maxine and Ros feel renewed flushes of excitement as they grip Andy’s strong legs, while Julie tires of Alan’s whimpering “Oh shush!” she says, “It could have been much worse. I could have hit you on your cock.”
As she says it, she brings the cane crashing on to his lower body…
…it lands sharply with a whip-like action a fraction of an inch from his cock.
At the piercing sound of the boy's shriek, Andy Morely decides he definitely wants to stay behind the cameras, and that his audition can end right now.
The women laugh at his protests and strong hands rip at his shorts, quickly destroying them.
Julie jumps up, almost salivating at the sight of Andy’s perfect proportions.
Swiftly, silently, the girls move together, trying to shove Andy to the floor. He’s so strong they don’t stand a chance. As he nervously steadies himself on the stool, Julie has an idea.
The girls can’t help but laugh at the gorgeous muscular legs and bottom before them. Andy can’t believe how naked he feels in this position – more naked than ever before – and how quickly his strength is draining away.
”Get him ready, here she comes…” instructs Maxine “ready, steady…”
"…and go!" Alan lies cringing, his eyes closed, expecting the blow to land across his body at any second, but Julie's idea is to whack Andy, and with the hardest swipe so far. The girls jump and cheer with delight.
The sole subject of the girl’s attention for the moment, Andy's knees almost buckle under the shock of the first blow…
…his heart pounds helplessly.
As Maxine dances happily to the Madonna song that’s come on, Eve grabs and twists Andy’s ears painfully, “Let’s see your face then” she says.
’Get into the groove boy, you've got to prove your love to me, yeah…’ Andy’s right arm goes shockingly numb below where the cane strikes him.
’Only when I'm dancin' can I feel this free, with all your fantasies here with me...’
As the remainder of his strength and self confidence drains away, Andy is about to start sobbing with pain and confusion when...
…Julie brings the cane down flat on his outstretched back.
Eve twists back on Andy’s ears so hard she can barely keep hold of them. The pain travels round his body like lightening.
The girls cheer as at last a harsh shriek erupts from Andy’s mouth.
The shriek becomes a sob and Eve is open-mouthed with excitement.
Too scared to move, Andy feels his skin burn as Julie swings at him with the cane. Danielle’s hand goes up as, on Maxine’s command, she starts to bring a halt to the proceedings.
Julie can barely contain herself. In an uncontrolled lustful frenzy, she’s enjoying every second, every swish, and every flinch from the smooth-bodied handsome guy, his bare arse at her disposal.
Alan’s stings and sores subside enough for him to open his eyes, but he looks up straight into the bare, scarred backside of the man he thought had come to help him, and wishes he had kept them closed.
An almost exhausted Julie rests the cane on Andy’s scarred back as Eve taunts him “Did you like that? NO? Awww, poor Andy. Perhaps you’re best off behind the scenes after all.”
A sudden realisation of what’s been going on hits the E-MTV girls. Their response is to fall about laughing, pointing at the ludicrous spectacles of the naked, battered men in their smart, business-like reception area. “We got carried away again!” Danielle splutters.
”I think I’ll keep hold of this one” threatens Eve.
”You’re welcome to him!” says Maxine. ”We’ll just borrow him if we need anything heavy moved!” adds Danielle.
”And what about Mr King? Our hopeful for the presenter’s slot?”
The sight of someone who thought he was up to being an E-MTV presenter lying sobbing on the floor, looking as weak and hopeless as a baby, has the girls falling about.
”Have you EVER seen anything so limp?!” Danielle points to Alan’s cock, barely managing to get all the words out she is in such hysterics.
As Alan lies in total humiliation, his mouth dry, a feeling of deep sickness in the pit of his stomach, he croaks out a feeble few words: “Can I have a drink please, before I go?” "Me too please..." begs a weak and ashamed Andy.
”What do you think Boss? Shall we get them a drink?”
“They're not having anything from our private bar. NO way. There IS something in plentiful supply round here though…”
As Maxine whispers to the girls exactly what they are to get the boys to drink Ros and Danielle are immediately taken aback.
Moments later though they’ve seen the funny side of it – the joke being completely on Andrew Morely and Alan King of course – and they’re off to do as Maxine says, and get the boys a drink.
Battered and bruised from the seemingly never-ending series of tortuous tasks the BareASS TV audition is entailing, Alan King has asked for a drink. The girls are only too keen to get him one as well, but as they have disappeared into the Ladies' toilet with a bucket, might not return with exactly what he has in mind. Strapping scene shifter Andy Morely has been caned on his bare bottom by the girls as well. Alan was devastated to see this. He’d been convinced the powerfully-built man would put a stop to the over-excited girls’ behaviour. Unfortunately though, gentle giant Andy wouldn’t dare do anything to upset the ruthless Maxine – it would be more than his job’s worth.
Eve, Danielle, and Rosalind eventually emerge stealthily from the toilet. Eve moves as slowly and carefully as she can, she doesn’t want any splashes to go on her clothes.
Ros lags behind to adjust her make up, while the other two girls - as keen as mustard to get the fresh ‘drink’ to the thirsty boys – head downstairs.
Alan and Andy are perched weakly on the stools. Their bottoms are throbbing painfully enough as it is, but as soon as they touch the clammy plastic the pain starts with a renewed vigour. Andy is confused ‘I’m used to the E-MTV girls being a bit ‘out there’, but this is ridiculous’ he thinks.
As the bucket passes Andy, Ros catches up and calls out a cheery “brought you a drink boys!”
“Still thirsty?” A wave of nausea comes over Alan as he sees – and smells - what he was hoping would quench his thirst.
As Alan’s nausea and exhaustion begin to merge and create a rumbling, hopeless rage inside him, Eve tracks down a lead crystal wine glass.
Julie hesitates nervously, not sure what’s coming next, but after a few winks have been exchanged between her, Eve, and Danielle, she feels confident enough to carry on and her grip on the shaking boy tightens.
The closer Eve comes to him with the empty glass, the harder Alan tries to move away.
But when the bucket of foul liquid moves nearer, it’s all the boy can do to stop himself retching. As he closes his eyes, the strident voice of Maxine fills the room; “This next BareASS event is called Human Toilet...” ‘Oh no, no, NO.’ thinks Alan desperately.
The girls responses vary from muted shock to nervous laughs. Maxine deftly takes the bucket of warm liquid and starts to not-so deftly fill the glass.
Once again Alan is held down by strong hands, his own arms again locked securely behind his back. As shame and fear well up in him, he tries hopelessly to avoid the drips of the warm golden liquid as it spills abundantly from the glass.
A rush of excitement surges through Danielle as she almost instinctively grips on his nose, forcing his head back and his mouth open.
The warm urine runs into his mouth and just as quickly out again all over him. Maxine issues her next command…
”Alan, your line is: ‘Mmmm… Nectar.’ Say that every time you swallow.”
All of Alan’s little remaining physical strength is being rapidly used up by the effort involved in not choking and retching as the unmistakable scent of the piss reaches his nostrils.
He struggles to catch his breath, let alone say ‘Mmmm… nectar’ as he’s been ordered too. The aroma of Danielle’s body spray mingles with the smell of the horrid drink, as once again Maxine barks out the order…
”…say it! Mmmm… nectar!”
Doing his best to take a breath and squeeze out the words only results in the disgusting liquid going down the wrong way, making him writhe, cough, and splutter the words unintelligibly. Andy is incredulous and about to step in, when a stern word from Rosalind checks him.
The warm, feminine, but surprisingly strong hands mingle with the ‘drink’ as it pours from his mouth, down his chin, and over his chest, which is tight and sore still from the beating, the sheer effort of breathing hurting considerably now.
”One last chance Alan, let’s hear it…”
”…Mmmm…” is all he manages, when the girls, giggling at his attempt, slide their hands off his wet body, and move over to his neighbour – Andy.
The proximity of the fragrant E-MTV girls while he is sat their naked is proving a considerable distraction for Andy.
Maxine’s fingers clamp his nose shut just as the strong vapour reaches it.
The girl’s hands run lightly over his firm muscular shoulders, Andy feels grateful for the attention. ‘All I normally get is ‘Andy move these boxes, Andy take this set down’ at least this makes a change’ he thinks.
As the glass touches his lips panic sets in, manifesting itself in his legs, which are as tense and tightly clenched as those of a fighter pilot about to go into a dive.
A teaspoon’s worth of the rank piss slips into his mouth and, much to Ros’s delight, he instantly swallows it.
Eve tips half a glass in and once again he swallows obligingly, his hands shaking as the girls seem to move in even closer on him.
“Are you going to say the magic words though?” asks Ros.
”Mmmm NECTAR!” the words spurt out of Andy’s mouth in one continuous stream, Eve taking the opportunity to pour in more of the girl's pee, which immediately tumbles out of his mouth and all over him.
“THAT, was how it should be done!” congratulates Maxine. “Now, Alan…”
“…let’s try it again shall we?”
And to Alan’s abject horror the whole process begins again for him. Animal-like noises start coming from between his clenched teeth as his legs wobble like jelly, Maxine once again insisting he says ‘Mmmm… nectar’.
“It looks to me like someone isn’t up to this particular BareASS challenge.” She mumbles partly to herself.
”And look who’s all dry now. Well, we can fix that for starters...”
In a second Maxine has the bucket and is intent on tipping the entire remainder of its contents directly into the boy’s mouth.
”Open wide!” commands Danielle, and for the first time in his life, Alan actually wishes he WAS in a dentist’s chair about to have a filling done. ‘Anything would be preferable to this’ he thinks, as the urine gushes over him.
Julie’s arm slips and slides round his neck now, soaked in the wetness Maxine is pouring over him.
The more Alan refuses to open his mouth, the more pours from the bucket and goes everywhere, dribbling down over his ribs, pooling in his bellybutton.
One big scream of protest coincides with the bucket becoming just about empty. The increasing volume of his shrieks inspires Maxine to shut him up.
”Your last chance Alan… ‘Hmmm… nectar!’ GO ON!”
Almost before she finishes the sentence, Maxine plunges Alan into darkness, his muffled shriek fades quickly away.
“Alan, can you hear me in there?” asks Maxine. He nods pathetically, the sight of the moving bucket sending Ros into hysterics. Disorientated in the darkness, he feels like he’s upside down with his head in a toilet.
Partially deprived of his senses, Alan suffers fear and shame the like of which he has never known; he sits tensely waiting for a swishing cane to tear his flesh. Instead he hears Maxine's voice echo up the plastic walls of the bucket... “One last chance Alan…”
The sobbing he is doing mutes the words slightly, but the girls all hear his words as plain as day; “Mmmm…”
"...NECTAR!"
‘Maybe he HAS got it in him after all!’ thinks Maxine, as her team laugh uproariously at the boy, finally submitting to this particular task, but after such a struggle!
The sight of him naked on the seat, a bucket on his head, covered in the girl’s own pee keeps their laughter going. “Very BareASS!” shouts Ros Excitedly.
”Look! He’s still there!” Eve whips the bucket off Alan’s head so fast he can't hide his tears.
”He’s so sweet!” says Eve. Alan doesn't feel sweet at all, he feels like a human toilet brush.
He sobs uncontrollably. Eve and Julie point at his tears; “Look! He’s getting wetter than when we poured the bucket of pee over him!” says Eve.
”Alan! Come on! It’s not over yet, you’re still in the running.” Maxine’s words bring Alan back to earth with a start; ‘what does she mean?'
'She can’t seriously think I still want this stupid job? I just want to get out of here and never see any of this crew again!’
As the liquid dries again, cold and clammy on his body, Alan feels a hard flick on his right ear. He realises he has no choice, and, as he hears Maxine say: "For our next BareASS event, we're going to do something else unique..." he starts obediently rising, ready for his next task.
His skin soaked with the E-MTV girls’ piss, Alan is shivering with cold, revulsion, and shame. His body is aching from the caning he received; his arse still stings every time he moves. He’s given up on the beefy scene shifter Andy, who he thought would help bring things to a close. Andy! Such a jobsworth.Andy’s boss Maxine, the producer of BareASS TV, is desperately keen to find the right man for the presenter’s job. She takes her work seriously, but is being rewarded for her work well today. Tremendous surges of excitement rush through her each time Alan succumbs to a task, his young body, so muscular and fit, writhing and squealing to get away from whatever chastisement she and the other girls can devise for it. She has a few things in mind for him now that will make his previous tasks look completely tame in comparison.
"Stay sitting down Alan. Right, you tried this earlier and it didn’t work at all. Now we've warmed you up, you’re going to have another go. Eve! Pass it over please.”
As the skateboard comes into view, Alan feels as perplexed as he’d felt afraid the first time he had seen it. Naked, with his hands securely hand-cuffed behind his back, he is not about to be riding it into anymore walls.
“I’m not doing it. I can’t anyway, not with these on” Alan shakes his hands weakly, the cuffs clink together. “Of course you can, I’ll help you get going, now come on Alan.”
”NO, forget it!” Alan shouts; tears desperate to burst from his eyes, if only he had the energy. He stumbles forward, unable to counteract the strength of the group of women as they shover him on to the board.
“I’m not doing it, I’ve had enough” Alan whispers. The atmosphere changes sharply as a hush descends and Maxine speaks in lowered, menacing tones; “you fucking well are doing it.”
His whimpering about not wanting to hurt himself anymore falls on deaf ears. Alan’s stomach hurts now too, a stitch-like knot making him want to curl up in a ball, not stand here and be made to do another dangerous stunt. “I can’t do it, not with my hands behind my back, I could be badly hurt.”
”That’s the idea. Now once again everyone: Ready…”
“Steady…” Alan’s spine shivers as Maxine’s cold hand grabs his cock, tugging at it as if she was about to start an outboard motor.
“…GO!” And on the word she yanks at his penis, his upper body is almost left behind so keen are the four small plastic wheels to follow his legs.
The sight of the boy struggling to keep his balance while their ruthless boss pulls him along at an increasing speed by his cock, sends the E-MTV team into a mix of nervous laughter and shocked disbelief.
His legs are like jelly, even an ounce more strength in them and Alan would be using it to leap off the board to safety.
Before he even reaches the wall Alan’s head is throbbing already, his previous injury sending him warning signals of what might happen to his body if he continues to pursue such foolishness.
He braces himself too early, his eyes closed in fear; 'just relax, be like the guys on Jackass TV...' he thinks frantically.
Alan grinds his teeth, relaxing at exactly the wrong time...
...effectively falling forward into the wall, the momentum adding to his painful impact.
Bouncing awkwardly to the floor, Alan is convinced both his arms are going to be broken. His bottom hits the carpet with a thump, sending an agonising jolt through his entire body.
The girls are oblivious to the pain of the boy lying in contorted agony on the floor.
“I think he was just beginning to, errr… ‘enjoy’ that girls.” Comments Maxine.
“It doesn’t look like he is now!” laughs Eve. The girls point at his cock, which is almost visibly retreating as she speaks.
The pain from his twisted arms would be enough itself to repel an erection, but for Alan to have that, and be lying on the floor naked, and then there're all these girls almost falling over because they are laughing at him so much! He can't control his sobbing any longer.
Like a turtle on its back, Alan has to eventually be helped up. Maxine discovers by grabbing and squeezing each of his arms in turn that they are not broken.
"Come on Alan, it's not over for you YET.”
“And I guarantee that this BareASS event won’t hurt you AT ALL.” The unwilling, but weak boy is pushed effortlessly back into his seat.
”Well, Alan, you’ve certainly proved one thing today if nothing else…” announces Maxine as, at long last and to his absolute relief, his handcuffs are unlocked.
“You’ve proved that you’re one hell of a big JACKASS. But you might be just what we’re looking for." Danielle delights at Maxine’s comment and can’t wait to show everyone the sign she’s made especially for Alan.
His unbroken arms free, Eve pushes him toward Maxine, whose words are confusing him; ‘what did she mean I might be what they’re looking for?’ he wonders.
Danielle finishes the next sign as Maxine tells Alan what he has to succumb to now: “Now we just have to do the BareASS finale, which is called... ‘Public Wanking.’
Maxine shoves Alan toward the table while Maxine checks her completed sign and brings it over for the hapless boy to wear round his neck.
…Eve reads the back of the I AM A JACK ASS sign out aloud: “Ladies, please polish your shoes on my balls!” Ros silently slips an arm round Andy.
The foot on his testicles is worrying Alan, but it’s not going for a serious polish yet. The proximity of Maxine is worrying too. She’s looking into his eyes and starting to touch her own breasts while Eve pulls roughly on his cock.
Even though the girls are being rough, the brunette poking at his balls with her foot more vigorously now, Alan thinks; ‘at least they aren’t beating me with those bloody big canes. Not yet anyway.’
”You do realise Alan that for the programme we’d do this, for instance, in a crowded bar” advises Maxine.
Andy stands nervously unsure of what to do, his legs shaking more and more as Ros wanks his hardening cock.
There’s so much incoming sensation now Alan trys to relax and forget about his throbbing head. He tries to think of Johnny Knoxville, Tom Green, and other heroes who do disgusting and dangerous things just to get on TV.
Looking into Eve’s eyes, he smiles; ‘none of them have ever done anything like THIS on any of their shows! E-MTV is going to be brilliant!’
Andy daren’t say anything in case Maxine becomes angry again. He doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of her wrath.
Maxine, content in the knowledge that Ros is handling Andy, moves toward the cocky young boy.
Eve wanks Alan with increasing vigour. “Ow! Can you be more gentle?” he asks. Eve just laughs quietly to herself.
”How far is this supposed to go? If you know what I mean?” asks Alan, as he realises that no matter how rough they are with him, much more of this and he’ll be splattering his come everywhere.
No one answers him. The girls continue mauling him, Eve gripping his cock even tighter than before.
As Julie’s finger traces up his thigh, Alan wonders how many times Eve has done this, or something very similar, before
Ros pumps Andy’s cock scratching her right hand down his back as she does.
He looks down and sees Maxine’s arse, his own cock right by it being wanked hard by Ros. Despite her rough, careless jerking, the build up to his orgasm starts its irrevocable process.
Just as the sperm starts pumping from his cock, Maxine moves over to make sure Alan has a good view of her cleavage.
Andy's chest heaves as he lets out a huge breath, the only other sound in the room is that of Eve's rhythmic pumping of Alan’s cock.
Ros is delighted – she gets to handle Andy’s big cock at last, and all without any of the faffing about involved in dating, or being involved in any way at all with him. She dismisses him with a shove and moves over to Alan.
Ros quickly busies herself handling Alan's balls while Eve wanks the full length of his cock, Maxine making very sure he has a good view.
Slowly but surely, miraculously even, Alan’s head seems to clear. Although he feels like he could be holding a tiger by the tail, ‘at least’ he decides ‘the women are less dangerous when they’re mauling me like this than when they’re shoving buckets off piss down my throat.’
’The way they’re doing it though, so detached, no different than when they were whacking me with those sticks…’
Then it hits him; ‘Oh no, they want me to orgasm. What are they going to do when I do? Beat me for being messy?’
’It’s impossible to tell WHAT they’re thinking’ as he resigns himself to this...
...Ros takes over on his cock and almost achieves instant results as a powerful sensation and unmistakable desire to pump out his sperm fills his lower body.
Ros slows her pumping, Alan looks nervously at the sticky mess he’s made, hoping they don’t use it as an excuse to make him do yet another dreadful task. ‘I couldn’t anyway’ he thinks, ‘I can hardly move at all’.
The atmosphere changes again, Alan can’t believe he’s been wanked off by these girls ‘there’s no way my mates will believe this’ he thinks ‘unless I actually DO get the job of course.’
’E-MTV’s next BareASS presenter or not though, I wish every interview at least ended like this one.'
Still feeling the girl’s hands on him, his legs quivering, Alan listens as Eve and the other girls joke about his sperm; “would it make a good shoe polish do you think?” Hearing this gives Maxine an idea.
“Alan, you’ve wasted our time today. You’d make an awful BareASS presenter. You and Andy can get on your knees and attempt to make amends.” 'Get on my knees? Whatever she has in mind, it can't be worse than anything I've done already' hopes Alan.
Surrounded by the girls, who are thrilled at the chance of having their shoes licked by naked men, Alan has lost all track of whether or not this is still part of his ‘interview’, Andy just hopes he can keep his job and licks determinedly.
“Make sure you get your tongue all round the bottom of it” orders a thrilled Maxine as she watches the men struggle to run their tongues over every millimetre of shoe.
Alan pushes his face as close to the floor as he can to obey Maxine. ‘If I do this really well, I’m certain I’ll still be in with a chance’ he hopes.
The tip of Andy’s tongue runs along the leather of Ros’s shoe as he carefully traces round each detail with his tongue over and over, hoping above all hopes that Maxine is watching and can see how hard he is trying.
As Alan licks feverishly, he feels a cool draft on his sore bottom and realises it’s made by himself, as he’s moving back and forth so fast, like a dog.
Eve pats Andy on the head; “we should keep you both like this to clean everyone’s shoes” she suggests out loud.
Unmindful of the surrounding laughter, but only too well aware of what is at stake for them both, the two men close their eyes tight and continue to eagerly lick at the women’s shoes. Everything depends on it, they must do it just right, and give the women the cleanest, shiniest shoes they have ever had.
