Breakdown, part II
Star salesman Ian Sprackling should've been clinching the deal of his life but, after crossing a group of mysterious women, he has been turned into a naked male whore desperately masturbating in broad daylight for pennies. Worse still, his first squalid performance was in front of 2 female undercover cops & the town's prostitutes. When they weren't laughing at his degrading show they were taking explicit photographs for evidence! Evidence that, no doubt, will quickly fall into the public domain. Can the young good-looking sales rep sink any lower? Now read on...
It's a typical afternoon at the local nick. Desk sergeant Martha Braithwaite is processing yet another teenage scally caught red handed with a hot Tom Tom.
Stamping the usual paperwork she can't help thinking that simply putting young career criminals like this in the cells for a few hours, before the magistrate releases them, isn't an effective way of policing. But then what is?
"Alright Constable, take him down. Cell 18." she instructs with a sigh. The policewoman takes the angelic looking thief down for another wasted night in the cells.
Seconds later and she can hear a commotion outside. Car doors are slamming which means another reprobate is being brought in under arrest. But someone is getting wolf whistles from passing cars. She's never heard anyone do that to policemen before. Whatever must be causing it?
Her colleague Sally strides in with a big beaming smile, followed by a handsome young man. A man who, apart from a pair of bunny rabbit ears on his head and pink mules on his feet, is entirely nude.
"Oh no, not another one." says desk sergeant Martha. Sally turns to look at Ian, sizing him up.
"Yes, but this pervert is the WORST!" her words cut into Ian like a knife.
Standing naked like an idiot in front of 3 women. Women who represent order and authority, Ian has never felt such a fool. "Yes," he thinks, "they're right. I must look like the biggest pervert going."
"Name?" asks Martha hoping that at least this seemingly repentant young man won't give a nonsense answer, such as "James Bond" or "Biggus Dickus."
His throat contracted in shame the words almost get stuck. "Ian Spracking" he says. His name now permanently and forever attached to his whoring.
"Any prior convictions?" Martha asks
"No." Ian states. Almost proud that, although he's standing naked in a police station, at least on this one point, they can't get him.
"How long have you been walking the streets?" asks Sally, sure they can convict this male crack-whore on more than just today's live sex show.
"I've never done this before." he pleads,
"I just urgently needed some money." his words ringing in his own ears. He remembers how little sympathy he had for street prostitutes...before he inadvertently became one.
"Never done this before!?" asks Sally, not believing him, but also remembering how amateurish his car-bonnet wank-show really was.
"I'm a business man" he exclaims, against what his current appearance suggests,
"For Basildon Forklifts." he continues, trying to add credibility to his words. The other policewoman watches to see if Martha will buy it.
"I find that very hard to believe. But I'll call and verify that." she replies. She has no time for people's petty concerns about their reputation getting in the way of old fashion detective work.
"No! Please don't!" he pleads, almost forgetting how hollow his argument is, given how he looks. Sally smiles smugly. As long as criminals are punished one way or another by the system, then she is doing her job.
Ian looks down at his exposed genitals, unable to get over the shameful feeling of every woman he comes across seeing him as a naked sex maniac.
So consumed with guilt is he that he doesn't notice the party girls enter the station and go straight up to the desk.
Trying hard not to laugh at the hilarious sight next to her Phillipa asks Martha sweetly "Hello. We have lost our little bunny...
...we're VERY worried." she asks, hoping the other girls can keep a straight face.
Martha wonders why, if they are so worried, the girls are grinning like cheshire cats. "Have a seat over there and someone will be with you shortly." she says.
"I'M A BUSINESSMAN!" Ian shouts.
"Control yourself!" Sally warns the naked man.
"Sprackling, are you carrying any illegal substances..." the other policewoman demands,
"... or weapons?!" she barks at him.
Ian can't believe that she isn't taking the piss.
He shrugs as if to say "Drugs or weapons? How could I be?!" unless they include his flaccid exposed dick.
She looks at Martha because Ian is not showing enough respect. Sally has no qualms about putting Ian in his place.
"Right. We're putting you in a holding cell until we can verify this information about your job." she tells him. But Ian has resigned himself to the worst. His boss will be called and they'll all know what he's been up to.
They march him away, the naked bunny boy's head hung low.
Martha watches the totally nude 'businessman' walk away and notices his cute bare bum as he does so.
"FUCK ME, USA" in smudged lipstick scrawled across his naked arse. The lying slut.
Led to the cells, with his dick swinging from side to side, out of the corner of his eyes he notices the group of women. The ones who came in earlier asking about their bunny. They immediately smile and wave at him laughing. He knows they have utterly defeated him.
Descending into the cells it feels to Ian as though he is entering hell. Sally swings open the heavy iron gates.
Marching down the cold dark corridor, the naked man feels that this is somewhere where men could easily be left and forgotten.
He's heard the stories about jail and wondered if a smart middle-class boy like him could ever survive. He imagines a small bare cell where he'll have to wait for hours. At least he'll have some peace, he thinks.
"I don't want to hear that you've been bothering these ladies now, understand?" warns the policewoman.
"Ladies!" exclaims Ian, and the policewomen bundle him through the heavy door into the cell beyond.
The door crashes securely shut behind him.
Carla and Sally look at each other pleased that together they have taken another pervert off the streets. They know that even if he is let off with just a fine, his real punishment begins in this cell. Tonight. With chalk they add his name to the list of residents.
Ian prepares himself to deal with the criminals who will be his companions for the foreseeable future. He hopes they're nice.
"Well look who it is." she spits.
Who commits the most crime? Go on, everyone has a prejudice. Who do you think should be banned from the nice parts of Town? Perhaps they shouldn't be allowed out at night. Maybe they have to be accompanied by a responsible person at all times when in public. But no one ever mentions the Elephant in the room. The GLARINGLY obvious. It's men isn't it?! Over 90% of crime is committed by the males. Would governments consider making it law that all men are kept naked and leashed like dogs. Only allowed to earn privileges if granted by their mistresses?What a World that would be...
Tony has been brought from the cells for more questioning. But, far from respectful of the women police officers, the strong headed young delinquent is playing up.
"I told you! I didn't try to steal that bitch's Sat Nav! Alright?" he shouts in to Carla's face.
"Lower your voice sir." she replies, unfazed by the boy's evil stare.
"She's a fucking liar!" he continues, determined to prove he's the big man.
"Can't you get that through your thick skull?!?" he barks at her.
The nasty piece of work tries to stare her down, expecting her to go to pieces.
None of the women flinches in full knowledge that they have the backing of the law, and of each other.
"You want to put him back in the cell until he cools down?"
"No! I ain't going back in no cell because I didn't do anything!" Tony wants to make a stand and show who's boss around here.
"So stick that up your arse and fuck off while you're about it!" he spits at Carla, mistakenly turning his back on Sally.
With one swift movement Sally slams the end of her truncheon into the young crook's stomach.
Startled and winded, he goes down.
In a split second Sally pulls her night stick hard against his wind pipe.
Effortlessly she pulls him up onto his feet.
The boy clutches at the baton, embarrassment and anger coursing through him.
"We've got a wild one." Sally says.
Carla knows the significance of Sally's remark. "Now that you've shown aggression we'll have to strip search you for weapons."
Boiling with anger Tony realises that he's walked straight into their trap, and they hold all the Aces.
"Fuck you! Stupid bitch pigs!" he spits.
Tony is surprised when he doesn't get the reaction off the women that he expects.
He feels a gnawing weakness in his stomach as the women coolly decide what to do next.
The women look to Sally to act first, and they will be her backup.
She yanks back on the baton, crushing the lad's neck painfully.
"Don't fuck with us." Carla advises him but stupidly he shouts back,
"Owe! Fuck you!"
Sally exerts more pressure, bringing tears to his eyes, while Carla proceeds with the strip search whether Tony submits to it or not.
Sally quickly removes her baton to allow Carla to pull his shirt off but Tony uses the opportunity to retaliate.
The startled boy finds his arms flailing, trapped by his own shirt.
The furious lad has no time to react as, in a flash, Martha is at his trousers and pants.
In a second the woman pulls them down around his ankles, exposing his privates to the world.
"I warned you Sir!" reminds Carla while Martha enjoys seeing the criminal rendered completely naked.
Now that the women have so quickly made him totally nude, Tony is stunned for a moment.
"Nobody treats me like this. Fucking nobody!" he swears at Carla, beside himself with rage.
Carla comes straight back at him "Has anyone ever treated you like this?!"
She knees him hard in his balls. He doubles up like a pack of cards.
The naked scally bends over in front of the women, with the wind completely knocked out of his sails.
Weakened by Carla's devastating blow he can do nothing as Martha removes his precious 'bling', Carla & Sally his pants and shoes.
The naked boy trips as his track suit bottoms are pulled from him.
With his clothes and jewellery removed the nude boy clutches his pained testicles.
But the women haven't finished with him yet. Sally pulls him back upright visciously.
Carla sees the pain in Tony's face but she wants to make his punishment rather more lasting.
She sees the desk sergeant who, with a knowing smile, hands her a box.
The naked boy quivers in Sally's arms as the seconds tick by.
Nude, in this police station, surrounded by women he has insulted, Tony has never felt so vulnerable in his life.
He watches Sally pluck something from out of the box. His balls rise and fall in his scrotum as the woman behind the desk smiles a little at him.
They are all planning something.
Desperately he turns to Sally. "No!" he squeals, his youthful cock and balls swinging freely for all to see.
Tony's obvious discomfort only adding to the women's anticipation.
Now it is Carla's time to stare down Tony as she strides towards him.
Her hand held high as she snaps on the latex glove. The closer she comes, the more exposed Tony feels.
Tony's fit young body is raw with humiliation. Respected and feared by everyone he knows, this is something he has never experienced before. Carla's cool demeanour fills his body with utter dread.
It's in the character of scally lads that they can't keep their big fucking mouths shut. Even when it does them more harm than good, their pride doesn't allow them to submit in the face of authority. The confident female officers understand everything about this sort of boy and have carefully manipulated him to react in the way he has so they can justifiably restrain him. Toying with him like an insect caught in their web, they've rendered him completely naked and are eager to have their way with his body.
With her hands sheathed in a pair of latex gloves, she eagerly reaches for the disarmed lad’s genitals.
She grabs hold of him reveling in the total power she now has over Tony’s privates as he’s held firmly in place by Sally.
Long-time officer Martha gazes longingly at the young man’s plump cock and balls, taking a full part in the conspiracy they’ve created to disarm and extract sexual pleasure from their captive.
Carla shares a knowing look with her fellow officer as she greedily snatches hold of Tony's exposed genitals.
The stricken lad fights to catch his breath as the nightstick is held firmly against his wind-pipe. Carla roughly inspects his hairy bits, stretching his balls and squeezing his cock so the sensitive pink head is squeezed out.
She hungrily looks at his bulging sack, thinking about all the scally lads she’s seen on the street thrusting their hands down their trackie bottoms to jostle their bits.
Tony is frantic and enraged. It feels totally wrong having his privates violated so thoroughly.
“Get off me you sicko pig bitch!” Tony hisses, wrestling against the truncheon strangling him.
Sally strengthens her hold and easily twists him back to silence him so Carla can get on with her inspection, tightening her fist around his dick.
She manipulates his organ so the veins pop out and the bell end fills out.
Teasingly she brushes against the tight sensitive area of his cock, driving the captive boy wild.
“Hand over this cretin’s belt,” Carla asks while Sally throws him to the floor.
The desk sergeant hands it over, thoroughly enjoying the show.
Sally twists his arm back and snaps a pair of cuffs around the wrists while the boy continues to flail and struggle.
Carla snaps the leather belt intimidating the scally lad out of his senses.
“Stop! Help!” he cries impotently.
Carla whips the lad’s round pale bum.
He cries out helplessly shocked by the sudden cutting pain of it.
The tough leather cracks against his arse while the women sneer fiercely down at their captive.
He’s bent low kneeling on the cold floor, looking around wildly at the unforgiving female faces glaring at him.
Desperately he tries to crawl away but the women hold him in place and Carla eagerly grabs for the smarting globes of his cheeks.
The women observe the small patch of fur which surrounds his tender anus.
Tony thinks it’s fucking disgusting that his hole is on show and is burning up in shame.
The women greedily claw at his arse forcing him to show it for their pleasure and amusement.
Sally digs her knee into his back and twists his arm keeping him firmly in place while Martha pries his cheeks apart for Carla to inspect him thoroughly.
“What’s this nasty boy hiding, eh?” Martha asks.
Carla’s finger rubs around the warm hairy opening, making the scally lad wince in discomfort.
The teases the pink wrinkled flesh stimulating his nerves.
Carla is massively turned on by screwing this lad with her finger, cramming it deep inside his warm anal cavity.
“This is exactly what disobedient young men need to put them in place,” she thinks forcing her finger inside the resistant hole.
Her finger pushes in and out fucking him wildly.
The women salivate over the prime scally flesh which has never been invaded like this before.
“He’s so tight! The bastard is swallowing my finger,” she says forcing his anus open wider.
She claws and pulls at the sensitive area causing him immense pain.
Tony wails in pain unable to understand what’s being done to his body.
Her long nails scrape at the skin deep inside him.
“Anyone ever do this to you?!” Carla asks viciously.
Her finger slides deep up inside his arsehole.
“No! Please stop!” he screams.
The boy bucks and scrambles around like a wild horse so the women have to brutally keep him in place.
Martha manages to hold him steady enough so that she can keep his arse cheeks pulled apart.
His tender hole is clamped shut against anything else invading it.
With perverse delight, Carla takes aim pointing towards the prize target.
She pushes the end of the baton against his hole forcing it open again.
‘This’ll teach you to call me a pig bitch you pathetic little shit,’ she thinks using all her muscle.
The lips of his anus close around the device as she eagerly begins screwing him with the instrument.
The desk sergeant watches on feeling very turned on seeing this little fucker get exactly what he deserves.
Aimless, disobedient scally lads everywhere should be routinely nipped off the street to be stripped and fucked.
The baton slides in and out of his fragrant hairy hole.
Carla snarls and sets to it screwing him with all her might.
The women feast their eyes on the disrespectful boy’s hole being stretched wide open.
They clamber on top of him forcing him down on the ground, Sally grinding her knee into his back, screwing him so deeply his body feels like it’s going to implode.
Tony grits his teeth and whines pathetically in torment, feeling so low and disgusting sprawled naked on the dirty floor. He resists these powerful women with every bit of his body, but he's struck helpless against this determined female gang causing him the most intimate pain of his life.
Scally lad Tony can't get past his pride to submit to a stern group of female officer's authority. He believes himself to be infinitely superior to these stuck up old pigs and fights them every step of the way. They didn't see him doing nothing and can't prove anything. He's thinks they've got no right to treat him like this, but somehow it's gone completely out of his control.
Fully naked and kept on his hands and knees on the station floor, Carla repeatedly rams her night stick up Tony’s arsehole.
Feeling the stick slide up his rectum a burst of pain explodes in his body and he cries out, “Argh! Get off me fockin bitches!”
“You think you can disrespect a cop?!”
He stares up fearfully, his lips trembling as he fights back the tears. It's not right.
He screams as the stick is ripped out of his arsehole.
The women stare down at his throbbing hole grinning with satisfaction and desire.
“Oh dear,” Carla complains, “You’ve made my night-stick dirty!”
Tony whines and tries to get away, but Carla grabs him by the hair to pull his head up.
“Lick it clean,” she orders sternly.
The stick being held a mere inch away from his nostrils gives off the fumes from his own shit hole. His gut wrenches in disgust.
Before he can object, Carla shoves the object into the shocked boy’s mouth.
It’s thrust between his teeth, hitting the back of his throat and making him gag.
Carla shoves the stick in and out making him suck it clean.
The rank taste of his own arsehole on the stick makes him wince, the sweat and dirt staining his tongue.
He’s thrown to the floor sniveling while the women laugh and lord it over him.
The tough little shit still sneers at the women, indignant and angry as he stares up at the women feeling very low.
“Now wank like a whore for us!” Carla orders.
“Or we'll beat the living shit out of you.”
The women tower over him like giants. They’ve demonstrated how they can overpower him and he’s far outnumbered. He tries to gauge what he should do, the fear running through every inch of his body.
Carla poises the nightstick ready to strike if he doesn’t obey.
Slowly he begins pulling on his todger, cold and frightened laying on the cool grimy floor.
“Go on! Do it properly you little shit,” Carla sneers, violently striking the stick against the floor next to him.
“You’ve got a full sack, don’t you? Empty it,” Martha commands.
She rubs her shoe up and down his wrinkled hairy scrotum.
He strokes his dick feeling that familiar tingling sensation as he grows excited.
Carla stares down at him threateningly while the other women greedily watch the fit young scally shamefully playing with himself.
Their eyes are trained on his sleek cock growing larger and larger by the second.
He’s terrified that at any second his balls will be smacked with the hard nightstick being brushed threateningly against his bare skin.
He feels the pressure from the women circling and standing over him. They’re all watching him, studying every inch of his naked body, the randy women who have taken complete control of him.
He imagines these women’s pussies getting all wet staring down at his penis.
He peeks up at them seeing their stark uniforms, truncheon poised at the ready and wicked perverted grins.
They have complete control of his naked body. He’s never been so entirely in a woman’s hands.
The officers grow increasingly excited staring down at him pumping desperately away on the floor.
He grips his cock in an iron fist, wanking for his life, his entire body stiffening as he's caught in the growing excitement.
His penis is close to bursting, his bling-covered hand stroking it at a super-sonic pace.
Great gobs of sperm fly maniacally from his cock splattering his stomach and his hairy balls.
He moans piteously caught up in the frantic excitement, all of the women lustfully staring down at him.
He continues frantically stroking his cock enjoying every last second of this amazing humiliating orgasm.
He grins and squirts more, picturing what a sorry pervert he must look like laying flat out on the dirty police station floor wanking.
His heart is racing as he sees the powerful feminine forms circling his naked body.
The women stand directly over him as he squeezes a big fistful of spunk through his hands… cum covering his body, the floor, everything.
He falls back, completely exhausted and spent, staring up at them through a haze after his powerful orgasm.
The women grin triumphantly together, massively turned on by what they’ve done to him and made him do.
“Look at the mess this filthy perv has made,” Sally points out.
The women laugh as they survey the sorry sight beneath them.
He is a complete and utter mess, his cock absolutely covered in spunk. They’ve never seen such a lowly sight, such a broken tarnished young man.
Tony stares up at them having no idea what he’s going to do now. He’ll never be able to forget how these women got the better of him, screwing his arse with their truncheon before making him ejaculate.
His balls and anus ache from the exertion, his body covered in dirt and spunk.
They women revel in their victory.
This is one more scally who’ll never be able to pass an officer in the street without thinking of this moment and he’ll definitely never be able to talk back to a cop again.
It's typical for officers to let their prisoners cool down so they can get a straight story out of them. This "Sprackling" they've picked up selling himself on the street has a story too ridiculous to believe. The officers have thrown him in a holding cell till he can come to his senses. But the cell is already occupied and naked defenseless Ian has absolutely no way out.
Big Bertha glares at the new captive with a look of complete and utter loathing.
This is Ian’s worst nightmare. He was terrified of this woman when he met her on the street and now he’s locked up in a tiny cell with her!
“Your antics landed me in here!” Bertha sneers viciously.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles in a barely audible voice.
“Oh you’re sorry, are you?” she screams angrily.
Ian shrinks against the cold hard wall. The women feel very large and threatening to him. He’s completely vulnerable standing there without a stitch on his body.
“Yes, I’m sorry. Please don‘t hurt me,” he pleads.
“And how are you going to pay me back Sweet Cheeks?” she demands.
Ian breaks into a sweat being put on the spot. He thinks frantically about how he should respond, but he has no idea. He backs further away from them.
The women inch forward, towering over him. He’s backed into a corner and has nowhere to go.
“I… I don’t know,” he stutters in horror, crouching against the wall without any idea of what to do.
“Maybe we should take it out of your cute little derriere,” she suggests edging closer.
“A pretty piece of fresh meat like you...” she says threateningly, sending the hairs on the back of his neck standing to attention.
Ian feels the cold bricks against his backside, his body curling in the corner trying to disappear as the women get closer and closer.
Bertha lunges forward and gives his arse a good hard squeeze.
Ian leaps away from her and scrambles along the wall searching for some way to escape.
“Help! Someone!” he cries. The women follow after him, their eyes filled with anger and passion.
They approach him and grope his body, laughing knowing there’s nowhere he can go, nothing he can do.
His heart is thundering in his chest as the sleazy women grab handfuls of his flesh, wrapping their fingers around his exposed penis.
They pin him against the wall stroking his swollen member and greedily feeling his muscular body.
He feels the blood rushing to his cock as the women tighten their fists around the silky shaft.
He squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment and fear as the women hungrily maul his body.
They pull him over to the cot and throw him roughly down.
With horror, he feels the women grabbing at his soft round behind. There’s nothing he can do trapped in the tiny cell with these greedy hard women.
They painfully squeeze his tender flesh, their fingers roaming up the soft area between his dick and arsehole.
She presses her fingers in teasingly, rubbing his sensitive sphincter.
They laugh and eagerly pull open his cheeks for a better look.
Ian is stricken with horror having his most sensitive area so violently exposed.
“Look at that fresh piece of arse,” one of the prostitutes cackles. “Never been touched!”
They grin hungrily stroking and squeezing the flesh of his bottom. Petrified, Ian has become completely submissive. He feels so frightened and violated.
Bertha hunts around in her bag, having the perfect thing for an occasion like this.
She waves the fat dildo laughing. The women grin egging her on.
“Lucky they didn’t consider this a weapon!” she says.
She slaps it against his arse cheeks, gazing at what a tender piece of meat this horrified boy is.
Ian feels something cold and hard rubbing against his cheeks. He remains bent over without any idea what’s going on.
The women slap his arse and smile at his hairy plums dangling so vulnerably between his legs.
They quickly sweep him around to face Bertha.
He stares with horror at what Bertha has produced. He can't help but wonder how the fuck he got into this situation. Everything has spiraled so hopelessly out of his control.
“Here. Give us a show,” she demands.
“What?” he says taking the strange toy, still not believing this could possibly be happening to him.
His lips are trembling. He’s on the brink of bursting into tears through shame and fear.
“I can’t!” he manages to say, disgusted at the idea of inserting anything into his arse.
“You can’t?” Bertha hisses, anger flaring up on her face.
She grabs his hand and pushes the dildo towards him. Fucking himself for the women’s enjoyment is the most degrading, disgusting thing he can think of.
“You’d better or I’ll knock out every tooth out of your head,” she forcibly threatens.
This powerful woman is bearing down on him so strongly Ian feels like he can barely breathe. From the look of enraged passion in her eyes he knows he has to obey or she really will crush him to a pulp.
Cornered naked in a filthy holding cell with a venomous group of tough-talking whores, Ian wonders where it all went wrong. He should be celebrating the signing of a multi-million pound contract now, clinking champagne flutes with gorgeous fashion models and envious suited co-workers. But no. He's arse-up in this stinking cell being presented with a dildo that he has to shove up his hole or receive a broken nose and who knows what else? He sees no hope at all and no way to regain his demolished self-respect.
With a trembling hand he holds the plastic dildo and looks at his body trying to understand how you're supposed to insert the damn thing.
It’s so disgustingly humiliating he can’t do it, but the hard frightening looks on the women’s faces warn him that he better or else!
He cautiously pushes the instrument against his hole, gently inserting it into the sensitive pink slit.
His lips are trembling as he’s on the brink of tears. The women are watching him so fiercely he fears for his safety, especially when surrounded while naked on his back.
It hasn’t even penetrated him, but he rotates it around hoping that this will appease the women and satisfy their perverted demands.
“That's not how it's done!” Big Bertha screams in his face.
Bertha snatches the dildo out of his shaking hand. “Oh please no!” he begs.
She rams the sharp device against his vulnerable pink portal.
He flounders in place, but Bertha confidently shoves the dildo in. Ian is so horrified and shocked he can’t do anything.
Bertha unceremoniously shoves the thing in causing a hot, sharp, burning deep inside him.
His body seizes up as the thing slides all the way in under her imposing power.
The women laugh seizing his genitals while Bertha excitedly fucks the captive man’s arse.
He fights the pain which is filling his whole body and pinches his eyes shut against the hard looks of cold sexual desire plastered over the vile women’s faces as they take advantage of him.
They squeeze his balls, shove the dildo in and out, paw at his toned flesh and shove their fingers in his warm wet mouth. He’s completely overwhelmed by the predatory whores all around him.
His cock is roughly stroked as his arse is mercilessly screwed.
His head is slammed back against the cold brick wall as the women crawl closer and closer around him, drooling over his naked body and filling his nostrils with the scent of their sickening perfume and overheated sweaty bodies.
Bertha shoves the dildo up further and further until Ian feels like he’s going to implode.
She grins excitedly, taking her fill out of this precious innocent lads’ sweet arse.
She loves the power rush of maniacally fucking him while he struggles miserably to fight against it.
Ian is so disgusted he feels like the lowest most vile thing on the planet. He sobs feeling like every inch of his body has been violated and is now permanently stained.
Big Bertha knows men well enough to know that this one is a real pervert, the genuine article, the lowest of the low.
She knows he’s getting off being treated like their horny bitch. With just a few strokes his cock grows incredibly stiff. “Wank it for us, you sorry cunt,” Bertha orders.
Filled with shame, Ian takes his unwieldy heavy cock in his hand and tentatively strokes it.
Bertha stares at him, full of anger and lust, while he clutches his balls and vigorously slides his hand up and down.
He feels the women all around him, women he thought himself too good to spit at and here he is giving them their own private wank show.
The women glance at each other sniggering as they lustfully grab and stroke his body.
He sees their naked desire for him, greedily taking their fill without the least concern about his needs.
His cock is pulsing in his hand, right before their eyes, these women who have complete and utter control of him.
One of the demanding prostitutes crawls over him snatching his hard cock out of his own hand.
She pumps it herself while hovering over him, surveying the landscape of his young fit body.
His heart is beating rapidly, the scent of the musty cell and the odor of the women all around him.
The whores pinch his balls and grip his pulsing cock so hard he squirms beneath them.
His cock is tingling in excitement, so filled with shame that he could get off from such a filthy group of old hags.
“Oooh, he’s got a nice thick juicy one, don’t he…” one of the whores coos.
She flaps his dirty ears, giggling excitedly that they’ve got this bunny slut boy all to themselves.
He feels his cock growing harder and closer to orgasm while the disgusting whores crawl all over him, pushing their fleshy bodies against him and smothering him completely.
She tightens her fist around his cock pumping him so hard he feels like he can barely take it.
Big Bertha enjoys her position between his legs, watching his tight wrinkly sack bouncing as his cock is mercilessly milked.
The women all stare at him, clutching his body as they are all incredibly sexually excited.
Sperm rushes from the tip of his achingly hard cock.
Ian feels an overwhelming sense of shame as the women snicker while greedily draining his balls dry.
They clutch at him, prying his legs open to expose his pulsing red cock spurting cum all over his body.
The perverse woman pumps his cock excitedly, emptying his sore testicles completely.
The women laugh, proud they’ve made him cum like a race horse.
“Look at all the filthy goo he makes,” the prostitute says wiping her hand on his skin. “And more is still coming out! What a dirty sod!”
He despises himself for not being able to control his persistent sexual needs, for becoming so aroused by such a mangy group of dirty wenches.
The prostitute squeezes even more cum out of his dick and wipes it over his stomach.
His face is burning up and he’s trembling all over with self-disgust. He pushes himself up, unable to bear being surrounded by these overbearing whores any longer.
He leaps from the bed, but has no idea where he’s going as he’s still trapped in this broken-down cell.
The women laugh as he falls to the floor, scuffing his knees and palms while he desperately tries to crawl away naked.
He moans miserably rushing forward on all fours with his sore cock swinging between his legs and his bare skin coated in his own juice.
Big Bertha snorts with laughter watching him snivel miserably and enjoying the way his sweet cheeks pump as he hastily tries to escape them.
He’s freezing kneeling on the floor, his spunk quickly drying on his body and there’s no escape, no escape at all.
He chokes on his own mucus as the tears flood his eyes thick and fast, the shame and self-pity raging in his head.
Ian trembles on the brink of collapse. He can take no more. ‘NO MORE!’ he moans in misery dropping his head. His ears are filled with the chorus of laughter behind him from the vicious whores staring down at this sniveling pathetic sorry man.
When the policewomen open the cell door the next morning, they find Ian Sprackling kneeling on the floor sobbing, soiled from head to toe and covered in his own sperm with his arsehole burning. They knew they couldn't leave this man in a cell with these ladies without him getting up to even more mischief! It's preposterous that he expected them to believe that this sniveling disgusting pervert is actually a respected businessman. Surely, no man could sink so low so quickly.
Ian is crouched in the corner of the cell, as far away from the women as he can get, mulling over the wreck his life has become and how he’ll forever be branded a pervert.
The women look down upon him, laughing to themselves, thinking that they’ve never seen such a sorry excuse for a man before.
The cell door creaks open and Sally commands, “Up Sprackling.”
Ian looks up wearily. He didn’t have any sleep in the night because he was terrified of what the women would do to him while he slept. Now he’s feeling physically and mentally exhausted, barely able to respond.
Slowly he rises up to face the women revealing how his naked body is completely covered in dirt and cum.
“Your bail has been paid,” Sally informs him cheerily.
Fresh tears cloud his eyes and his lips tremble as he mouths deliriously, “Bail? Paid?”
This is some kind of miracle, a bright ray of hope shining down into this dark seedy cell of pain and torture.
“You are free to go.”
“Free?” The thought of returning to the safety of his old life is barely believable. It feels like he’s been naked, stumbling around in public and at the mercy of the women he’s met for years.
He walks forward slowly, the words ‘Fuck Me USA’ still blazing on his backside.
The guards watch him carefully. There’s no trusting this one.
The prostitutes wave farewell, fully expecting to see that little tart back out on the streets in no time, pathetically trying to sell his wares which they snatched for free.
Ian blinks rapidly as they lead him up to the brutal daylight, streaming in through the rusty bars of the prison and illuminating the sorry, filthy state of him.
After all this, he still feels powerfully ashamed walking naked in the open like this, thinking how everyone must be sneering at how ridiculous he looks.
The women have returned for their lost bunny and are eager to see how he’s made it through the night.
Smiles break out on the women’s faces as they see what’s become of him.
Chuckling they survey his naked body, covered in filth, a sorry look of defeat plastered on his face. “Just look at him! Have you ever seen anything like it?”
Ian stares down at the floor, unable to meet their eyes. He’s so terribly and painfully ashamed.
These are the women he thought of as an easy fuck. He expected them to fall at his feet, salivating and in awe of the successful man he believed himself to be. But look at how they greet him now... with nothing but laughter.
“Oh there you are!” the women coo sweetly wrapping their arms around him.
Their touch is so soft and warm. He breathes in their heady sweet perfume and is ready to fall submissively at their feet.
“Ah! Come with us Bunny.”
Their arms slip comfortingly around him, even while they are still chuckling at the state of him. He’s overcome by the comforting strength of their sexy feminine bodies.
The policewomen stare after him, another sick pervert back out on the streets. What can they do except keep hauling them back in and teaching them a lesson?
The women smile appreciatively at his pert little bottom, something this particular male whore actually has going for him.
As he exits the police station he knows that his reputation has been tarnished forever. The name Ian Sprackling will be down on permanent record as a confirmed streetwalker and dangerous pervert.
Ian is driven back to where his car broke down on the roadside.
It’s since been marked by a ticket, but he doesn’t care. He’s so blissfully happy to see it again, his means of returning to the comfort of his home where he can get dressed and be warm again.
“Get out,” Phillipa orders him.
“Where‘s my suit?” he asks desperately, suddenly aware he’s back out in the open, naked and completely exposed.
“In the car,” Phillipa says matter-of-factly.
He rushes up to the car and desperately pulls at the handle.
He jiggles it hard, but it’s locked tight.
“Keys?!?” he yells out urgently.
He stumbles towards them pleading. He’s so close to his freedom and safety from this endless nightmare, but he has to be able to get into his car!
“Sorry, don’t know,” Phillipa says nonchalantly.
His stomach drops as he realizes that he’s yet again reliant upon these women to get out of this situation.
“Oh and you don’t need to thank us for bailing you out. Your employer Basildon Forklifts did that.”
“And they want to see you first thing tomorrow morning!”
A wave of horror washes over him. He stands stunned in the middle of the road, naked and utterly defeated.
Phillipa gives him a sweet smile as she rolls up her window and revs the car up.
He stares into her eyes hearing the laughter ringing out from the other women in the car.
The car whizzes away and Ian is left standing on the road naked, locked out of his car and without a shred of dignity.
He hollers at the car though it is utterly futile. The women are leaving him without another thought.
He stares after them; more miserable, more vulnerable and more alone than he’s ever been in his life.
Ian’s mind races wondering where he should go or what he should do. He’s always been clever at coming out on top, but this time he’s wound up right at the very bottom.
He would do anything to be back in the car with those women, would obey anything they commanded him to do. But instead he helplessly watches the car disappear into a small point in the distance.
Ian’s naked body aches powerfully from his ordeal of the past twenty four hours. He’ll have to wait for some stranger to happen upon him and then undergo even more humiliation. He crouches on the ground weeping fiercely. Making the only gesture of free-will he has left to him, he throws his torn and soiled bunny ears to the ground.- THE END -
