Debt Collectors
PART 1: Dave has been looking through the books and these two chucklehead officers have only been returning from jobs with thin promises that debts will be repaid on time. What's needed is action and the point of hiring two brutes is to strongarm people into surrendering cash or assets to make up for the debt they've accrued.
The lads nervously wait while Dave Walker furiously flips through redemption reports.
Luke knew it'd be bad news from the moment he was angrily called into his office. He hopes he won't get fired. He can't afford to lose another job!
"I'll repeat it so you can get it into your thick heads..."
"If you don't come back with CASH on your next job you can collect your cards."
Dave bangs his fist on the desk. He's not fucking around. What's the point of having debt collectors if they don't bring back any money or goods?!
"But Sir how can we guarantee that?" Kev reasons.
"What if they can't pay and they have no assets?"
"Shifty Debt Collection will go out of business and you with it!"
Honestly, why is that big muscular meat heads are always so fucking stupid?
"Now here is your next job," he says thrusting a paper at them.
Luke's not easily intimidated but he's worried that the company might go out of business.
He knows it's time to firm up with this new job and make sure he recovers some hard money.
"Glove Bunny Ltd. Ms Cheryl Charlesworth."
"They owe £2167.27p. I want that in cash or don't bother coming back."
The boys look at each other uncertainly. Will they really have to get tough with some old woman who probably hand stitches gloves?
"What are you waiting for? GO!"
The fellas trudge out together.
When Luke turns Kev thrusts the form into his chest.
"I'm going to see about another job. I need to pay my rent."
"What about this?" Luke asks. Kev shakes his head "It's only a one woman sole-trader. I'm sure you can handle that."
With that he struts away leaving Luke even more nervous than before.
A job on his own? He'll have to really psyche himself up to have the right attitude to collect no matter what!
Luke follows directions to the address and arrives at an imposing brick building.
This is quite a rough neighbourhood. He assumes the owner is some old woman. What would she be doing working here?
He presses the buzzer and hears a female voice answer, "Yes?"
He adopts a professional tone: "Good morning is that Glove Bunny novelties ltd.? My name is Luke Smallbrighten and I'm a high court enforcement officer with a writ of possession. Can you let me in please?"
The door beeps allowing him to open it.
He's thoroughly prepared to be stern and tough if needs be. He really needs to get money!
The door slams shut and locks.
He nervously scans through the form. No payments for months despite assurances that they'd be come regularly.
He sees the company sign and takes a deep breath.
Luke is startled to see a young woman at a desk!
He has to regain his composure and clears his throat.
"My name is Luke Smallbrighten I'm a high court enforcement officer. I have a County Court Judgement requiring me to claim the sum of..."
Cheryl susses out immediately how nervous this lad is despite acting tough.
"£2167.27p this morning or seize goods to that value."
She says politely "Oh dear. What a shame. Well you're welcome to everything in those boxes."
He nods. This is going to be easier than he thought! But money would be better.
"They're worth well over that amount."
"Don't you have the full amount in cash Miss? I'm sure you'd rather I didn't disrupt your business by seizing goods. All the same I'll just take a look around..."
Cheryl invites him to go about it and he begins nosing in drawers.
She scans down his body and notices his pert arse.
He doesn't want to disrupt anything so tries to estimate the value of different items by poking unobtrusively around.
He notices the big box she mentioned and figures that he'll have to compensate items from that. The rest is tat.
Cheryl tries to suppress a satisfied grin as she sees him go for it.
He begins digging around in the box but can't make out what these items are or how much they'd be worth.
He presses a button and the item starts vibrating and he must quickly stop himself from blushing. "Glove Bunny Novelties Ltd..."
"If you don't mind me asking. What sort of company is this?" he says holding up the vibrators.
"Oh Luke. Can't you see?"
She struts up to him and gets right in his face "I produce SEX toys."
PART 2: Thinking with his dick has got Luke in trouble before. In previous jobs he's been caught screwing secretaries and the boss' wife. He can't afford to let his sex drive ruin another job for him. He's determined to keep it under control but this beautiful woman's overpowering perfume, her frankly discussing sex toys and his growing cock makes it difficult!
Luke chuckles looking at the vibrators he's found in her box. "Sex toys?"
"Now how much is it you want?"
She gives him a sultry look which makes him melt.
Suddenly figures go out of his head. He's never been good with numbers. "Two thousand, one hundred and sexty, I mean sixty-seven pounds..."
"And 27p?"
She sits back down and has such an air of authority it makes his knees wobble.
He clears his throat and regains his composure "That's right."
"It would be a shame to take away that stock because this afternoon you can probably have the cash," she says. He perks up "That would be great." She smiles temptingly saying "Except I need to sell those to some very wealthy buyers. They're bringing cash. Yes, except I need to show off the, erm, toys to them and I don't have a model."
"A model?" Luke asks uncertainly.
"Yes. Look, the buyers will be here any minute but they won't hand over a penny unless they can see the toys working. I need someone, a man, to help me."
She uncrosses and recrosses her legs while flashing him her crotch.
Cheryl knows immediately how to control this big dumb lug.
He's smitten. "What if I could, erm, help?" he nods dumbly. Cheryl says confidently "That would be great. You have to model some clothes first and then help me demonstrating the toys."
Not long after, Cheryl answers the door to a group of women.
"Do take a seat. I've got something really special for you."
The women eagerly file in. Demonstrations at this company are always a treat!
Cheryl is buzzing with excitement.
This is perfect. She'll secure a big order, clear her debts and have a wild time with this big bozo all at the same time!
"Luke!" she calls out and claps her hands.
The women wait expectantly. What unwitting man has Cheryl nabbed this time?!
He clears his throat. "I erm..."
Luke emerges wearing a sports outfit.
He's not comfortable with the idea of modelling. It makes him self-conscious to think of everyone looking at him.
Nevertheless, if it means he'll return to HQ with cash to satisfy his boss he'll do this.
Cheryl tugs him in closer and invites the ladies to inspect the fabric and fit.
"It's very sheer," they comment running their hands over the front of his shorts.
He can feel their fingers just inches from his dong!
He inhales deeply hoping he won't grow a stiffy!
"And rather snug around the crotch area, wouldn't you say?"
His penis noticeably shifts in the shorts and the outline of his cockhead is visible.
His body tenses up and he gasps at all their prodding.
They turn him around and slide the shorts up so it hugs his butt cheeks.
"Will there be enough flexibility while the footballer runs down the field?"
They order him to get into positions stretching his legs and making the fabric tight up over his arse.
Cheryl comments "I know how rough footballers get on the field. They can tackle and tug each other all they want while wearing these..."
She yanks his waistband as hard as possible exposing his bum for a second. "They will snap back into place!"
Luke is totally overwhelmed as the women fuss about his crotch and feel the fabric, pushing his cock and balls back and forth.
"Luke! Garment two!" Cheryl orders.
He reluctantly wanders back behind the screen.
Cheryl and the ladies exchange a knowing smile.
He edges out nervously. This is so humiliating!
These speedos are tiny! Normally at the beach he wears big board shorts.
He rubs his hands nervously while the women gaze lustfully at his bulge. He doesn't know how much more of this he can take, but tries to keep in mind that his job is at stake.
PART 3: Luke is becoming increasingly alarmed by the revealing and tiny garments Cheryl is giving him to wear. He's used to being the muscle who people are intimidated by, but here he's been turned into an object meant to parade around in whatever skimpy attire she gives him. But if he refuses he won't be able to collect the money he needs for the agency and will lose his job!
"This is our new swimwear, ladies!" Cheryl proudly declares as the women are agog by his giant bulge.
"Have a feel of the fabric!" Cheryl invites them.
"It's very fine. Silky smooth. But does it stretch?" they enquire.
Luke's heart beats rapidly as the women run their fingers under the fabric nearly touching his dick!
They test the waistband and pull it revealing the tuft of pubic hair over his cock.
"You see! It snaps right back. Keeping everything contained where it ought to be."
Luke must concentrate very hard not to grow an erection with all this attention focused on his crotch.
"That's right!" they observe stroking his penis over the sheer fabric. "No movement at all. And those troublesome testicles are kept in place."
"Turn around," Cheryl orders. "Show them the back."
"Does it allow room for an especially round buttock?" Kimberley asks reaching for his arse.
"I'm not sure it would stretch far enough," Cheryl says. "I've seen some Olympic divers that have enormous behinds!"
She yanks it upward giving Luke a burn between his arse cheeks.
"You see," Cheryl says lustfully. "It contains the buttocks perfectly."
Luke grimaces feeling the fabric rubbing against his arsehole which is nearly exposed to the women.
"Ready for the next outfit?" Cheryl asks. "I'm gagging for it," Kimberley laughs.
Luke scurries behind the curtain terrified at what she's laid out for him to model next.
"Come now! Put it on and get out here. Time is money!"
Luke shuffles out in total humiliation wearing nothing but a pair of tight white pants.
"Don't cover up," Cheryl orders seizing his wrist. "Let the clients see!"
"Hmm..." the ladies consider. "It seems very thin!"
"But it contains everything it needs to... even with an amply endowed gentleman such as this."
Luke feels their hands sliding over the contours of his cock and the fabric clinging to it.
"What about its long term durability?" Kimberley asks tugging at it, her finger brushing against the head of his dick.
"I saw underwear very like this modelled in Asia last week and it fell apart completely amidst a monsoon."
"Here let's test it when the garment gets wet!" Cheryl offers.
She sprays the white pants soaking them completely.
Luke is horrified to feel the pants going nearly transparent now that they're wet!
"Now let's see if they stretch!" the women tug at his pants from all angles.
The stare fixedly at the colour of his shaft and the pink head of his penis showing through the fabric.
Luke swallows hard feeling so ashamed and exposed!
"I'll show you how the fabric has retained its shape completely," Cheryl offers.
She whips down his pants so Luke's cock and balls come tumbling out in the open!
Every muscle in Luke's body tenses as he's now completely exposed with his semi-engorged penis being stared at by the clients.
"Have a look here," Cheryl offers. "No deterioration at all when exposed to water."
"Yes, it's very strong fabric," Kimberley agrees.
All Luke wants to do is grab the pants back and cover himself, but Cheryl gives him a stern look not to interfere.
"And I do like how the cut of this garment accentuates these lines on a man's body," Nicola observes.
"The waistband goes right where it needs to just under here," she says tracing her line down his torso.
"I'm impressed such tiny pants could hold all this weight," Kimberley says lifting up his penis and balls.
"And look! There's no line from where the garment was pulling against these areas."
Her hands rub over his scrotum and between his legs feeling out for anywhere that the pants have pressed against too harshly.
As his cock is fondled and examined, Luke feels as if he's about to lose all control. Here these women are playing with his dick and his balls are very tight and full of cum!
PART 4: Now that Cheryl and her clients have removed the wet underwear they want to see what effect this tight garment has had upon his body. That mean a close inspection of his crotch and genitals. It's so exciting having complete control over a big dumb lug like this - they feverishly wonder how far they will dare to take things...
The women are ravenous, staring at his sizeable cock which they lift and prod observing aloud: "No shrinkage is evident from being tightly contained in such a restrictive garment."
"Let's see if the underwear left any marks on his buttocks," Cheryl says directing him to spin around.
The ladies gawk at those pert sexy cheeks!
Luke crosses his arms angrily while the women paw at his arse.
"No lines on the cheeks, but what about up in the sphincter region?" they pull his arse open.
"We can't see. Bend down," Cheryl commands. "Now!"
Luke cowers in shame as he realises the women are staring at his arsehole.
"What about these lines here?" Kimberley asks running her finger along his sphincter. "Did it feel like the pants were biting into your arsehole?"
Luke feels a crushingly embarrassed talking about his anus. "Erm... no. I didn't feel it on my arsehole."
"You see ladies, I think those are the natural folds on his sphincter," Cheryl says showing them.
Luke's heart pounds and he begins sweating hearing them discuss his arse.
"You know some men get pleasure when their underwear rubs against the sphincter," Kimberley observes. "They pervs enjoy it!"
"It's a new market we're entering," Nicola says. "Undergarments that accentuate a man's genitals and are also pleasure inducing."
"I've tested some products like this," Cheryl says. "But you must be very careful about how much the garment slides against a man's arsehole."
Luke is confused and anxious. He's never experienced any sort of pleasure in his anal region before. Such a thing feels unmanly to him!
"You also must be careful about the way fabric can restrict these sensitive testicles..."
"If the fabric pulls them like this.... it can be very painful!" His testicles are yanked in a way which makes Luke yelp.
"Men's genitals must really be restricted and controlled. They are so sensitive" Nicola observes.
Luke is overcome with so much anxiety not just about his own body, but the conundrum of all men with their cumbersome genitals.
"Now I want to see the toys being used," Nicola says.<br />"Oh yes, I'll be really keen to show you some of our new advanced products," Cheryl offers.
Luke feels a wave of relief. Finally he can get dressed, use some sex toys on the women and they will stop focusing on him. He stands ready to rush behind the screen and cover his nudity.
"Where are you going? Stay right there," Cheryl orders.
"But... I'm going to use those things in the box on you."
"They are sex toys for men," Kimberley says and the women all grin at his stupidity.
"This will keep you under control," Cheryl says taking out a dog collar and leash.
Luke goes rigid with fear. This feels so demeaning!
Just feeling the collar slip tight around his neck makes him feel like nothing more than a beast that needs to be controlled.
Cheryl marches him over towards the women and he's aware of his heavy cock and balls swinging while he walks.
"No no, dogs don't walk," Cheryl corrects him. "Down on your knees."
He awkwardly gets down on all fours. This is humiliating!
The women chuckle and stare approvingly at his rump sticking up in the air as he hunkers down.
"That's right," Cheryl instructs him and presses down on his spine. "Bend down so your arms are flattened out and arch your back."
"There now, that's the target!" the women stare lustfully at his arsehole.
Luke is terrified and clasps his hands together. He feels so helpless and vulnerable now!
Nicola and Kimberley giggle and glance at each other. "What size shall we start with?"
Kimberley takes a large dildo, "An arse of this diameter should be able to accommodate this size."
"Let's see..." she spreads his cheeks and plants the tip against his hole.
Luke has no idea how big it is, but suddenly he feels something firm and pointed pressing against his arsehole.
"There is quite a lot of resistance," she observes pressing harder.
He gasps and every muscle in his body constricts. It feels like she's driving a giant tree into his arse! He's never experienced anything like this before and doesn't know if he can take it!
PART 5: When Cheryl suggested he help her with the sex toys, he presumed he'd be the one using them on her. However, it seems the clever businesswoman and her colleagues have other ideas. With Luke restrained and on all fours on the floor, they have just introduced him to the unwelcome sensation of having a large dildo shoved up his arse!
"There," says Kimberly, "it's sliding in quite easily now!"
Luke grits his teeth as he experiences a searing pain shooting from his backside.
Kimberly works the large rubber object deeper into his anal cavity.
He grunts in agony, fighting back tears and trying to hide just how terrified he is.
"Stop fidgeting!" Cheryl instructs and jerks on the lead.
Luke's head is pulled back sharply making him gasp. He starts to realise just how sadistic these women can be!
"It might be a little uncomfortable at first," says Kimberly, "but you'll soon get used to it."
She slides the dildo out and for a second Luke thinks his punishment might be over.
But she only does so briefly before ramming it back into him.
He arches his back in pain and shock.
Cheryl presents her food to him. "I think you should show your mistress some respect," Kimberly says. "Kiss her shoe."
Totally cowed by the confident women, Luke doesn't even think of disobeying.
He presses his lips against the shiny leather surface of Cheryl's shoe catching a whiff of her feet as he does so.
"This particular model has a very useful feature," he hears Cheryl say above him, "there's a hole in the end designed to take the heel of a lady's shoe."
Nicola can't wait to try it out. Just as Cheryl said, she can slot the heel of her shoe into the dildo making it much easier to drive it into the prone man.
Luke's face contorts in agony as the woman shoves the implement into his back passage with virtually no effort.
"I see," Nicola says, "that's a very clever idea. One's arms can start to ache if having to fuck a man like this for prolonged periods."
Luke doesn't like the sound of her words. Just how long are they planning on putting him through this?
"See," Cheryl adds, "it's just as easy to pull it back out."
She jams it in deep and he feels as though he's being split in two!
"That's enough now," he hisses, trying to exert some authority.
"Shut up and get back to servicing Miss Charlesworth's shoes," Kimberly shouts with glee.
Luke knows his place. It's useless to try and resist these dominant women.
Nicola feels a huge thrill with the power she has over the man.
The pain gets too much for him and Luke lets out an agonised whimper.
"Oh do stop making such a fuss!" Cheryl chides him. "I expected you to be far tougher than this."
"After all," she continues, "you <em>did</em> volunteer!"
Luke knows it's true. He agreed to model for her - now he must pay the price.
Cheryl is pleased. For a moment she thought she might actually have to pay up! But using her cunning she's turned the tables on the dumb debt collector.
She hears a trilling noise coming from Luke's clothes. Rummaging in his pockets she takes out his mobile phone.
She reads the new text message:<br />'It's Kev. What's keeping you? Have you got the money or what?'
She thinks to herself. As an astute businesswoman she's used to spotting opportunities.
She types out a reply and hits send...
Not long after, Kev makes his way to the address he received.
He re-reads the message from Luke's phone:<br />'Hi Kev. I can get the money from Glove Bunny. It's run by this really sexy bird. She'll get the money but she needs us to model some clothes for her. Just come over and help me do it and we can keep our jobs.'
He knows they'll both be in trouble with their boss if they fail to collect. Maybe Luke has been using his head for once!
He presses the intercom. "My name is Kev McManus. I'm a high court debt collection officer," he starts to say but before he can finish speaking, the door buzzes.
He pulls the door open and steps into the dark interior, his eyes barely having time to adjust before the door closes behind him.
He finds his way to the door marked "Glove Bunny" and steps inside. He stops in his tracks.
There in front of him is not one, but three very pretty and sophisticated looking ladies enjoying a cup of tea. But something about the way they coolly appraise him makes him nervous. Just what exactly is the deal here? And where is Luke?
PART 6: Kev McManus was considered the class stud at school. He dropped out early because he was too busy partying and screwing every girl who swooned over him. But now he's stuck working in dead end jobs. He keeps walking out on them because all he wants is to be treated with respect. But bills are mounting and he can't lose this job or else he'll be really desperate!
Uncertain what's happening in this place of business, Kev approaches cautiously. But one of the women pipes up "This one looks good. Come over!" and yanks his arm.
"That uniform!" the women gawk eyeing him up and down. "Just a second," he stops them. "Where's Luke?"
"Luke is just behind getting ready for the next item he's modelling. You understand you have to model some apparel for me don't you?" Kimberley says.
Kev is highly mindful of his job. If he doesn't see this through he'll lose it. "Yes, I understand that," he says humbly.
"Good," Kimberley says with authority.
The women pull him closer and Kev gets a very bad feeling.
"Is this for sale? Interesting fabric!" the clients say instantly pawing at him.
Kev is the one used to brusquely handling women. Not being the one who is taken in hand himself! He tries to hold his tongue.
The women make a show of examining his jacket and uniform, but really they are taking in his heady masculine aroma.
He's been out walking all day and immediately when they remove his vest they can smell the sexy musk coming off him.
Nicola assertively slides it off taking the opportunity to get closer to him.
"You erm... really shouldn't take an officer's uniform like that," Kev mumbles.
Ignoring him the women examine it and quickly discard it.
Next, to his shock, Nicola grabs for his tie.
"If we're going to consider a bulk order, we'll need the entire outfit!" Cheryl says.
Kev feels like alarm bells are going off in his head. What do these women mean?
Kimberley grabs for his shirt and undoes it without even asking.
Seeing his sexy torso exposed the women instantly go in letting their hands slide against his skin.
He feels the cool air on his hot skin and his heartbeat increases.
"Oh this will never do!" the women chide and yank at his shirt. "The fabric is far too long!"
"Let's see if the hem can be taken up," they say sliding it off his body.
"Now then, is the waistline too tight for it to be tucked in?" Nicola wonders undoing his belt.
They are entranced by that trail of hair so tantalizingly leading down below his belt buckle.
"Now wait! This is not on!" he objects.
But the women ignore him and Kimberley speculates "I think this too is fully adjustable. See this strap here? It keeps every tucked in."
The women slide their hands between his legs feeling his muscular thighs through the fabric.
They assess how it clings to his crotch and the round curves of his arse.
Kev feels himself being spun around like a piece of meat. It all happens so quickly and he's in such shock!
These sexually aggressive women start lifting up his arse cheeks and brushing their hands against his gooch!
"This zipper doesn't look very strong!"
"See it slides right open at the slightest tug!"
The women grin wickedly and tut seeing his gaudy underwear!
Kev is so humiliated! If he'd known any sexy women would see his pants he'd have worn a more adult pair today.
"Oh, this fabric I like!" Cheryl says pinching it between her fingers.
"Good elasticity!" they yank and tug on it so he can feel the air on his bits.
Peering in closer they can feel the full weight of his cock and balls tightly contained in the pants and smell the aroma of his crotch.
Kev winces knowing full well he's being taken advantage of, but now things have gone too far and he doesn't know how to stop it!
"I recommend putting in a flap right here so he can pull his dick out of the mouth when he needs a piss."
"Yes," Nicola laughs. "Otherwise he'll have to pull them down like this."
Cringing in utter embarrassment, Kev feels one of the women put her hand fully over his penis which he worryingly feels twitch under their persistent attention! He frantically wonders how to make this stop.
PART 7: The women know exactly how to take this dim man in hand and are thrilled by what a sexy tattooed stud they've revealed by stripping him down. Now they are focused on the tempting contents of his bulge and are brimming with anticipation to see his dick exposed. They know by acting together he feels too pressured to stop them. They are the ones in control here!
Kev makes a move to stop them from pawing at his privates, but Kimberley immediately orders him "Hands behind your back!"
"Look here," Cheryl says. "Not much extra fabric at the back. That's what comes from having such a round arse!"
"You ladies have a lot of experience in this. Is this an average size arse?" Kimberley enquires.
He feels such a sinking sense of embarrassment having his arse discussed so openly.
"It looks like it has a nice heft to it!"
"And the fabric clings so well to the curve of it!"
"I'm not convinced these pants will be that durable," Cheryl says.
"We've found that the average man grows ten to twelve erections a day. That puts a lot of strain on the fabric."
"Look how excitable this lad is! I doubt these pants will last longer than a week."
"We need to get a better idea of what these pants have to contain," Kimberley asserts.
He inhales a sharp intake of breath feeling them yanked down!
The women are entranced as his cock tumbles out in the open!
"So this is the troublemaker putting so much strain on the fabric."
Kev is both angry and deeply humiliated. It feels so wrong to him that women are the ones to take control!
"Let's get rid of these, shall we?"
"It's impressive the pants have left no marks on his skin!"
"Yes, and they were really clinging to them, but you can't feel anything at all!"
Kev doesn't see how he'll ever be able to get over this. He's the officer! He's the man! He should be in charge here!
"Now I see why those pants fit so snugly! Look at this arse!" Cheryl says.
"Impressive that there are no lines here either," they observe pawing at his arse cheeks.
"And they must breathe well," Cheryl considers, sliding her finger up his arse crack. "Only a faint trace of sweat here."
They stroke his muscles and admire how they are as strong as a workhorse.
"You can see a line here... just on the inner thigh where the pants were clinging to him."
"I would have thought this bulging thing would have tented them up enough," Kimberley observes.
Kev's heart races hearing them discuss his cock so openly.
"Proper pants should allow room for his willy to swing from side to side..."
She bats it back and forth...
Making it slap against his hairy thighs...
Kimberley remarks, "It's tricky making pants that can accommodate such an unruly thing like this" while all the women stare lustfully at his meaty package.
"Now to his arse..." they spin him around.
The women marvel at his peachy round cheeks. "We want a design that can hold all this flesh snugly in but that won't restrict his movement..."
"And what about the fabric riding up between his arse cheeks?" Cheryl wonders.
"Bend over," Kimberley orders. "We need to assess how the fabric will slide over your posterior. Now!"
Kev bends down awkwardly and with great resistance. It's horrifying knowing these women are seeing that secret spot between his arse cheeks!
"On all fours! Crawl! Crawl like a dog!" Kimberley demands authoritatively.
He's altogether too slow so Kimberley picks up a dog leash.
"If you can't crawl properly I'll have to make you obey. You want to keep your job don't you?" Kimberley warns him.
As Kev feels the woman clambering over his back he feels he must control his desire to stop these women no matter how humiliating this is.
He grimaces feeling how his naked body is being used by these women for their own sadistic perverted pleasure, but there is nothing he can do to stop it. As the collar locks around his neck he knows there is no going back...
PART 8: Kimberley knows exactly how to take control of dumb thugs like this muscle man. He's on his knees naked and between her thighs and she's consumed by a sense of power and sexual excitement commanding him while her female friends watch.
Kev hangs his head feeling a sickening sense of shame that the women are staring at his exposed cock and arse and there is a leash around his neck as if he were a dog.
"Have a look and feel to see how the garment will stretch over a fine pair of masculine arse cheeks like this," Kimberley invites the ladies.
The aroused women run their hands over his lightly furry behind.
"Now crawl!" Kimberley orders him. "Show them how your body moves so they can understand how the garment will stretch."
Kev painfully crawls around the floor feeling his cock swinging between his legs and his haunches pumping up and down.
He's excruciatingly aware that the women are just using this as an excuse to ogle his exposed body but he can't stop things now that they've gone this far.
Kimberley hunkers down over his bare back and tugs on his leash to carry on while the women grin mischievously.
Kev strains to carry her weight while his throat is constricted and the women grope his arse in a way that makes him feel utterly ashamed!
The physical strain topped by the mental anguish of being so emasculated is overwhelming to this proud man whose cock hangs in the open like a ripe acorn.
The women snicker and mock him "the fabric will need to stretch a lot to cover an arse like that!"
Kev clenches his arse cheeks together painfully anxious that his arsehole might be shamefully exposed to them as he crawls.
"Not such a tough officer now, is he?" Kimberley jeers.
"Go faster! Don't be so fucking useless!" she yanks the chain.
He feels it tighten around his throat. He gasps and lumbers forward painfully feeling his heart racing in anguish.
"We need to see how a man's arse moves when he's really active."
Kev musters all the energy he can to obey. The sensation of driving his body to exhaustion in sexual servitude to these women is like nothing he's experienced before!
"C'mon you can do better than that!" the women tease and spank him.
"Wait now! Bend over so we can see how the fabric will ride up between your cheeks."
"An arsehole that tight will suck it up! We need to test the depth!"
They spread his arse for a full view of his sphincter that's surrounded by a light beard.
The tight pink opening twitches at being so closely scrutinized by the women.
Kev is sickened by being so exposed. He's been raised to believe a real man shouldn't let his arse be seen like this.
"Let's be generous and use a little lubrication," Cheryl says.
They part his cheeks and push a vibrator into his arse.
Kev's body seizes up and he yelps with the shock of being penetrated for the first time.
He lays his hands down flat and braces himself against the searing pain shouting "FUCK!"
"Now, your supervisor wouldn't approve of language like that!" Nicola chides him.
He tries to crawl away from the invasion to his arse but Kimberley masterfully holds him down with her stiletto shoe digging into his back.
"Please! Stop! Don't fuck my arse" he begs pathetically.
"What's all this fuss about? A simple depth test. What a pathetic bitch," Cheryl says.
Kimberley digs her heel in and yanks his leash, "Stop embarrassing me in front of the clients you worthless man!"
"You'll also have to account for any change to his cock size," Kimberley observes. "Perverts like this are liable to get erections several dozen times a day!"
Nicola reaches around and strokes his long silky penis.
Kev grits his teeth willing himself not to grow aroused by the women's attention but the overwhelming humiliation and sensation of the vibrator in his arse are hard to resist.
Cheryl steadily fucks him with the buzzing instrument while his cock grows.
He feebly looks back helpless to stop the effect the women are having in their manipulation of his body.
"You'll submit or we'll throw you out in the alleyway naked where anyone passing by will use your arse," Kimberley promises tightening his leash.
Kev moans as he feels the vibrator working on his prostate and his cock becomes thick and hard.
"This wimp is leaking precum," Nicola says mockingly.
Cheryl extracts the vibrator and the women look at how his anus is all sloppy now.
"Up! We're going to test how much room will be needed in the crotch of the garment," Kimberley commands.
"Judging by how excited he is we're going to need more fabric!" Cheryl observes and the women all laugh wickedly.
PART 9: Kimberley has a tight leash around Kev's neck and acts as if she completely owns him now. The women have fucked his arse with a vibrator and seen how their manipulation can arouse the pathetic man so easily. They are so turned on they want to use him for all he's worth!
"On your back!" Kimberley firmly commands. "Let's see what we're dealing with here."
Feeling utterly embarrassed and pulsing with anger that they're controlling him so, Kev awkwardly turns around.
Kimberley sneers down glowing with the power she holds over this hot naked man at her feet, "Look at your leaking cock! You're a disgrace!"
Kev feels a crushing sense of shame even as there's a throb and aching need in his cock and balls.
"Let's see how big it will get so we can adjust the garment to accommodate his member," Cheryl says.
Kev is overcome with shame as they take his penis in hand and stroke him expertly.
He feels so deeply what a sorry sight he is sprawled naked on the office floor with the women controlling him.
"All that precum has moistened his glans. We'll have to build something into the garment to absorb all this," Cheryl adds.
"And the sensation of the underwear rubbing against his arsehole will cause multiple erections," Nicola adds stroking his cock.
"Look at how it's thickening after just a few strokes."
Kev winces trying to fight off the sensations thrumming through his body but his total debasement is overwhelming.
"You filthy perv," Kimberley hisses into his face and yanks the chain.
"I can still see his arsehole pulsing from when I fucked him," Cheryl says staring at his anus.
Kev moans as he feels himself growing excited and his cock starts to throb.
"Difficult to walk around all day on the job with that pent up sperm in your balls, eh?" Nicola mocks him.
"Maybe we should get him in for regular fittings. Have him naked on the production floor to test every garment," Cheryl suggests.
"We can fuck this arse all day long to keep him constantly erect."
Kev imagines the daily shame of such existence while they stroke his cock and he can feel it making him even more excited.
"Those balls are bursting, I see!" Cheryl says.
"Let's milk him of his sperm," Kimberley says while clutching the chain.
Kev scrunches his eyes shut and breathes rapidly feeling overcome with the riotous emotions.
He's conscious of his naked body sprawled on the floor and how badly he wants to relieve himself of his sperm like a pathetic animal.
The women's will to make him cum is so palpable he's helpless to resist his cock from thrumming excitedly in her grip.
Kimberley yanks on his leash and hisses into his face, "Cum you sorry fuck!"
Nicola's stroking rapidly increases as his dick throbs painfully.
"Look at how plump and juicy that cock head is now!" Cheryl says.
"You dirty bastard!" Kimberley says.
Kev can feel himself driven to cum - under their authoritarian command he's helpless to resist.
The women glow with their power over him and their excitement at using his body.
Cheryl squeezes his cock and rapidly pumps it making him arch his naked body and moan beneath them.
As Kimberley gives a firm yank of the leash he ejaculates powerfully.
The women gasp as sperm bursts from his cock and covers his torso.
Pearly drops of sperm fly over his body and get caught in his wiry dark hair.
Cheryl tightens her grip around his throbbing glans.
"Look at what you did!" Nicola says.
"Is that what officers like you do? Come into my neat office and get their sperm everywhere?" Kimberley demands. Kev is so ashamed all he wants to do is run away, but where is Luke?!
Luke is trussed up so tight but he thrashes out so much the screen surrounding him falls down!
He moans angrily through his gag and fights against his binds, but there's nothing he can do seeing his workmate covered in sperm on the office floor.
He's aware of just how naked and vulnerable he is with his legs bound up so his arsehole is completely exposed!
"Don't worry about your friend," Kimberley promises. "We're dealing with him next."
Luke angrily rocks back and forth on the table with the rope cutting into his wrists and ankles. There's nothing he can do to stop them doing anything they want to him!
PART 10: Luke thought being a collections officer would be easy! Go around, show your muscle and get the dosh. But, feeling under pressure from his boss, he's landed up in the most embarrassing and vulnerable position of his life. And now his complete and total bare-arsed humiliation is being witnessed by his buddy Kev!
While the women are working over his mate's cock, the screen concealing Luke has fallen down exposing him to the laughing women and his friend!
Luke rocks back and forth in frustration and anger as it's the only movement he can make with his wrists tied to his ankles so firmly. But all he's really doing is flashing his arsehole to everyone in the room!
He stares up at the towering women in horror as they march toward him and Nicola says "Are you teasing us with your arse, you filthy slut?"
"With a pussy that primed, we ought to test our deluxe new accessory!" Nicola says.
Cheryl stares down at him with authoritarian glee. Now they fucking own this bitch boy.
The case snaps open and Luke howls beneath his gag in repugnance at what he sees.
"You should be thanking us," Kimberley declares. "This is a proto type not available to the general public yet."
Nicola attaches the strap on around her waist and strokes it feeling powerful and very turned on.
She aims it at the sexy muscleman's puckered arsehole...
She rubs the tip around the wrinkled folds of his sphincter...
And plunges it in!
She lets out a sigh of satisfaction while Luke helplessly kicks his legs out and moans in pain.
Every muscle in his body seizes up as he feels himself being penetrated by the thick hard instrument!
"He's got a real wet hungry hole!" Cheryl mocks him.
Nicola pumps in and out of him, thrusting her hips and seeing how his arsehole tightens around her dildo.
"Don't protest so much. We know how much you love it, you filthy fucking perv!"
Kimberley strokes his responsive cock which thickens and grows before their eyes.
He hates that he can't control his big excitable cock.
"Judging by the effect this strap on is having on you, I reckon we'll get rich selling them," Cheryl says. "Enough to pay you off and by your whole collections firm. Then I'll really own you."
Luke is blushing red from the sensation of being fucked and the thought of working under this strong confident woman every day and being done up the arse every day.
"His dick is getting really hard now! You must be fucking him deep!"
Luke winces as he feels Nicola thrusting inside him all the way up to the hilt.
"Let's see his reaction to this other model," Kimberley says putting on another strap on.
"Thanks for breaking him in for me!"
She positions the strap on against his hole savouring the ultimate sensation of power over him.
Luke is painfully aware of how he is whimpering and weak beneath this strong, confident and beautiful woman!
He groans feeling her thrust in and Cheryl seizing control of his cock.
They've broken down all his resistance so that he's nothing more than their bitch, desperate to cum!
Kimberley radiates her superiority over him and feels so confident and nasty fucking him.
"This must be the best model because he's going wild! Look at how stiff his cock is!" Cheryl observes while rapidly stroking him.
"You worthless whore!" the women laugh and stare down at him mockingly.
Luke whimpers helplessly feeling the humiliation through every inch of his body while he hits his orgasm.
A spray of cum shoots from his cock to land on his torso...
"You filthy bastard!"
"Just look at all that sperm!" Nicola says.
Luke gives a muffled howl as his cock and arsehole are now incredibly sensitive since he's blown his load.
"Oh you are such a weakling," Kimberley sneers.
"Your arsehole won't be so tight after we install you as a test model for our clients to fuck all day," Cheryl promises him.
Now that the women have thoroughly taken advantage of the debt collectors, Cheryl positions them for display. Nicola and Kimberley are ready for their next appointment: "Thank you Cheryl that was a good display of your wears."
The men groan, painfully holding themselves up on their bare knees with their aching used cocks dangling in the open.
"Just transferring the money now to you." Nicola adds completing an online transfer.
"It's a good job it's not cash. I don't want these two to get a penny of it." Cheryl says mocking them.
Luke and Kev howl in rage under their gags. After all their total debasement they'll still be out of a job!
The women laugh luxuriating in their power and control over these lads. Now they'll be able to keep them and use their bodies for their new sexy toys whenever they want!
