Apprentice Boys
Charlie and his friend Marcus are desperate for work. After being continually turned away for lack of qualifications, the 22 year-old lads are fed up. They're young, handsome and have barrels of energy! In their minds the future is so clearly mapped out: beautiful girls all over them making all the other guys jealous and plenty of money to burn. They're tired of waiting. They know it needs to happen while they're still young. It has to happen now!
Another Monday morning, a fresh crop of help wanted ads. Charlie and Marcus stand impatiently in front of the Job Centre window checking out what's on offer.
Is this the best the world has for them? "Warehouse cleaner?" Charlie says with disgust. "Who do they think I am?"
Charlie scans through the job listings rapidly searching for that golden opportunity he knows is just around the corner.
"Hey," he perks up. "Take a look at this!"
"Male Model Required," he reads aloud. "Must be exceptionally bright and good-looking for tough assignments in top fashion house. Good sense of humour required."
"That's me!" He knows instantly that this is what he's been waiting for and that it's the perfect job to launch his career. "It was posted today," Marcus says enthusiastically. "I bet we're the first to see it!"
"Let's tear down the ad and go right over there," Charlie says cleverly. He's inwardly cursing himself for bringing Marcus along today. What if there's only one job going?! "Once they lay eyes on me they won't want to see anyone else!"
Charlie rings the bell of the fashion house. A sexy female voice says through the intercom, "Can I help you?" Charlie explains he's here about their advertisement for a model. She explains through the staticy intercom that it's customary to ring for an appointment first, but they may be able to see him now. She buzzes him in.
Charlie's knee is bouncing up and down excitedly while they wait to be seen. Marcus has only gone to a couple interviews in his life. He looks around the sterile office in fear.
"Should I pretend to already have modelling experience?" he whispers to Charlie.
Worrying about what he'll say himself he confidently advises, "Yeah act like you've been in this business all your life."
"If you look the part and act the part, they'll eat it up," Charlie explains.
Marcus hopes he's right. He's terrified of looking and feeling like a fool!
"It's simple!" Charlie nudges him. "What did they ask for? Good-looking. Got that covered!" In fact, Charlie knows he's got it more than covered.
Marcus isn't so confident. He's never had any problem getting the ladies' attention, but he can't help thinking about all the small flaws he sees on his own body.
"They want a good sense of humour," Charlie continues. "No problem. Ladies have always loved my jokes."
He's thinking back to his school days when he often distracted the studious girls by flashing them his cock when the teacher's back was turned sending them into fits of giggles.
"And what else did they want? Oh yeah, exceptionally bright. Obviously not a problem."
"Just keep cool, give them a smile like you're worth a million and always answer 'yes' to whatever they ask," Charlie says confidently.
"Which of you gentlemen has come in response to the modelling advertisement?" Carmen asks walking into the waiting room.
"We've both come to apply," Charlie says. "But I was here first."
"Unfortunately we only have one position available," Carmen explains.
Charlie takes his own advice and gives his most winning smile. He thinks how sweet it will be to have pretty little secretaries like this waiting on him all day.
"My name's Charlie," he says introducing himself. "Professional model and lover extraordinaire."
“I actually haven’t made my big break yet,” he says eyeing her over freely. “But it’ll happen any day now so you make sure to be nice to me. Maybe get me a cup of coffee while I’m waiting to be interviewed.”
Marcus shudders and looks away, hoping she won’t think they came together but just happened to show up at the same time.
“I promise not to forget you when I make it to the top,” Charlie goes on. “What's your name again?” “I’m Carmen,” she says. Charlie quickly pulls her hand to his mouth to give her a big kiss.
Carmen instantly thinks, “What an arrogant knob! He‘s exactly the kind of idiot our customers will love.”
She cautiously moves along grasping the next one's sweaty hand, “And you are?” “Marcus,” he answers politely. “Very pleased to meet you.”
Grabbing at the opportunity to have some fun, Carmen explains, “I think we will have time to see both of you, but it’s probably best if the interviews are conducted individually.”
“Best start with me sugar because once they get a load of this face they won’t be asking to see any others.”
Carmen realises that he has no idea who he’s talking to. He’s really clueless!
“Besides, I’ve got a meeting with my agent soon so won’t be able to hang around long,” Charlie throws in.
She does her best to not burst out laughing. He could possibly be the most arrogant, foolish man she’s ever met! But he is nice looking.
“We’ll see you first Charlie,” she says. He can’t believe it worked!
She grabs his trembling hand and helps him up.
“You won’t be sorry,” Charlie gushes.
He takes the opportunity to have a good look at this secretary’s ass while she leads him away. He can’t wait to get a piece of it.
“See you soon mate,” Charlie waves, his head already filled with thoughts of his high salary and sleek Porsche 911.
Carmen leads him in excitedly thinking, “Wait until Marissa gets a look at this one! There's no better cure for a Monday morning than a fresh and eager boy to play with!”
Carmen relishes the fact that this cocky young stud has walked into her office. He's obviously desperate to find some way to get into the modelling business and thinks he's entitled a place without earning it. It’s going to be a genuine pleasure to put him in his place while getting in a nice bit of eye candy for the day.
“Can I take your coat Charlie?” Carmen asks politely.
“Cheers honey,” Charlie gives her his winning smile. "Maybe I can help you hang it in the closet, nice and cosy like." “Now, this is my first question for you," Carmen says deflecting his weak come on. "Is this outfit you’re wearing what you call fashionable?”
“I like to think I have my own style,” Charlie replies giving her a wink. "Maybe you lot can learn something from me."
“I’m afraid you’ll have to wear a good deal less at our fashion house. We mainly model swimwear and pants.”
“In fact it would be useful to see how you model some of our clothing now,” Carmen says leading him in.
“You want me to model something now?” Charlie says uncertainly. “Of course,” Carmen says innocently. “We need to make sure you are able to do the job.”
Charlie has no doubt he's right for the job. Can't she see that already? But he doesn’t know about modelling a bunch of skimpy pants where all his bits will show.
“Would you be a small or medium?” Carmen asks. Charlie has no clue, “Uh...”
“Never mind,” Carmen smiles pulling out a pair of tight pants. “I think these will do just perfect.”
“Right,” Charlie says. “So where’s the rest of it?”
“That’s all there is,” she says innocently. “Please change into it.”
“Look you're a sweet little snowflake, but maybe you should call your manager or something because I don’t think this is the way they interview people.”
“Oh didn’t I mention it?” Carmen laughs. “I’m Head of Sales and your employment is largely my decision. Now please step behind that screen and change for me.”
Charlie’s heart sinks hearing this. He thinks back to how he’s been speaking to her and winces!
He’s not even sure if these will fit on him they’re so small!
Carmen smiles thinking how well she’s handled him so far. Now to let him know who’s really in charge...
Charlie undoes his shirt, impatient he has to go through this test with some uppity Head of whatever.
“I'll show her I can do it," he thinks with determination.
"And wait till they realise what I'm really worth. Then she'll be sorry."
"Soon they'll be falling over themselves trying to sign me on!"
Carmen waits excitedly to see the result thinking he must be really desperate for the job not to kick up a fuss.
Charlie feels strange undressing completely in an office like this.
He just barely gets the tight speedos on they’re so snug. They’re practically cutting off his circulation.
He nervously pokes his head out. “Come on,” Carmen says impatiently. “We have a lot to do today.”
He slowly comes toward her but Carmen insists, “Come right up close so I can see really well how they fit.”
He trembles seeing his cock and balls, tightly contained in the thin fabric are just inches from her face!
She reaches up to feel the outline of them and he jumps quickly away shouting, “What's that? And why do I have to wear these queer little pants?”
“Don’t talk to me in that insolent tone of voice,” Carmen chides him.
“You are not to speak of our products like that. It’s also vital for me to inspect how the fabric fits over your skin! I thought you’d done modelling work before.”
“Oh yeah,” Charlie says arrogantly. “I um... just forgot.” He's shaking with embarrassment while she lays her hands on him.
She runs her fingers around his big bulge playfully.
“His dick must be at least 8 inches when hard,” she thinks squeezing the limp shaft through the fabric.
Charlie is burning with rage at how he's being treated, like some fucking doll of hers! But he silently takes it.
“I think we may need to cut out some material around the thighs,” she says excitedly lifting it up.
“Or perhaps at the top,” she inspects his dark curly pubic hair.
Charlie knows she wants him by the way she slides her fingers under the tight-fitting speedo.
Marissa walks into the room and smiles seeing the sexy man in the little outfit, “Sorry to intrude, but I thought you might like a drink.”
“Brilliant!” Charlie says. “I could really use one.” Marissa looks him up and down laughing, “Not for you!”
She pours out two glasses - for her and Carmen only.
The girls clink glasses and look over their candidate. “Marissa is the head of personnel,” Carmen explains. “She’ll also need to judge your performance to see if you’re right for the job.”
“What is that on his head?” Marissa asks unimpressed.
“Yes he has a curious idea of fashion,” Carmen rolls her eyes. “Take it off immediately.”
“Take off this hat too,” Carmen says. “You’re ruining the effect of the outfit,” Marissa complains.
“We’re going to test how good you are at following orders now,” Carmen says. “Please stand as still as possible while we examine the fit of the clothing.”
Carmen and Marissa smile at each other both thinking, “The fool has no idea what he’s doing.”
Charlie is trembling from the humiliation of being practically naked in front of these girls. "Soon I'll get them how I want them," he thinks.
“His nipples are going a little hard,” Carmen observes. “It is a little cold in here,” Marissa says running her finger down his chest.
“But it isn’t that cold!” Marissa laughs pointing at his limp cock.
“I think our clients will be larger than this model,” Carmen says.
Charlie is seething with anger, but tries hard to contain it all in.
Carmen and Marissa giggle uncontrollably and sip their champagne.
“Do you think it would be better to design this pair so the man’s shaft points down between his legs or pushed up to the left like this?” Carmen asks feeling the outline of his cock.
“I think we should wait and test it on a model with large enough equipment to see the fit properly,” Marissa says dismissively.
“Should we even bother having him try on the next one?” Carmen asks.
“Of course,” Marissa laughs. “We haven’t seen how a certain outfit looks on him from the back!”
Charlie is enraged these giggling fashion girls are treating him like some amateur who's just walked off the street. But he's desperate for the job and is willing to swallow his pride for the moment. The girls coolly sip their champagne and give him another skimpy outfit to model for them while enjoying the sight of his fit young body.Charlie is enraged these giggling fashion girls are treating him like some amateur who's just walked off the street. But he's desperate for the job and is willing to swallow his pride for the moment. The girls coolly sip their champagne and give him another skimpy outfit to model for them while enjoying the sight of his fit young body.
"Try this on next," Marissa commands handing him a jock strap.
"Yeah right," Charlie snickers with disbelief. "This ain't nothing but a bit of elastic. I'm not wearing this shit!"
"It's the latest model of jock strap on the market. Sportsmen wear these out in the open all the time," Carmen says impatiently. "We really need to observe how you model ALL our clothing line," Marissa adds.
Charlie hangs his head in defeat while turning to change behind the screen. Carmen and Marissa laugh to themselves and clink their glasses.
The girls creep around to watch Charlie change behind the screen. No point wasting a good view!
Charlie grits his teeth thinking to himself, "Just keep cool for now. I'll show these posh sluts who's boss."
They gasp with delight and nudge each other seeing him bend over so that his ass cheeks slightly part.
"Jock strap?" Charlie thinks. "What am I supposed to do with it?"
He has always managed to avoid any kind of sport and kept in the weight room at the gym. But he's too proud to ask the girls how to wear it.
"Let me try this way," he thinks slipping it on.
"Are you ready?" Carmen asks walking up to him. Charlie spins around embarrassed and covers his dick.
"What's the problem?" Carmen asks pulling at his wrist.
"Leave it alright?!" Charlie snaps keeping his hands firmly over his cock and balls. "Wrong attitude," Marissa says sternly.
"Have you ever heard of a model who hides the clothing he's wearing?" Carmen asks incredulously.
"You can either move your hands or walk out the door right now," Marissa says.
Shaking with humiliation, Charlie allows Marissa to push down his trembling hands.
Charlie looks down with shame at his cock hanging freely for them to see.
"What do you think you're doing?" Carmen laughs hysterically.
"It's certainly a unique way to model the product," Marissa says.
Charlie looks at it with the horrible realization he's made a mistake. "So how are you supposed to wear this fucking thing!" he thinks angrily.
"You're right," Carmen agrees with Marissa. "It's going to get the buyer's attention most definitely."
"It's nice how the strap fits so snugly beneath the testicles," Carmen says.
Carmen enjoys herself tugging at the elastic and making it snap against Charlie's skin.
"It gives great support," Marissa giggles looking at the ridiculous sight.
"I love it," Marissa laughs. "But we should let him know..." Carmen says.
"Honey a jock strap isn't worn this way," Carmen explains condescendingly.
"No?" Charlie asks, his face getting hot with embarrassment and looking it over with confusion.
"It's um... inside out," Carmen says making Marissa burst out laughing again.
Charlie stares at it not understanding what difference it can make. He's enraged these girls are making him feel like a fool.
"But nevermind," Carmen quickly says. "Please put it back on."
Carmen and Marissa snicker seeing him make the same stupid mistake again.
"What a complete wanker!" they think crying with laughter.
"You reckon a guy with this small a dick needs a jock for support?" Marissa asks.
"It is rather small for this line of clothing, isn't it?" Carmen says.
Charlie's heart beats faster as he tries to control his rage at being so humiliated. "Didn't I see another man in the waiting room?" Marissa says. "Perhaps he would be more appropriate!"
While Charlie is being interviewed by the two scheming girls from the fashion house, Marcus has been waiting patiently to be seen. He thinks they’ve been at it an awfully long time and have already offered Charlie the job. It’s so unfair! Charlie always gets his way just because he’s loud and showy. Marcus desperately needs work and resolves to do whatever is needed to get hired. Just then, Marissa enters and smiles at him brightly.
“Follow me,” Marissa exclaims leading him in. “We’d like to interview you both at the same time.”
Marcus takes a deep breath thinking, “This is it! Show them how much you're really worth!”
He stops dead seeing his friend Charlie standing there almost completely naked. “What the fuck!”
“We’ve been testing this new model of jock strap on your friend here,” Carmen explains. “But he hasn’t been entirely compliant.”
“And an appropriately large dick for the clothing he’ll be modelling,” Carmen is quick to add.
“It’s important for our models to have the right attitude as well as looks,” Marissa goes on.
Marcus is stunned into silence. He wants to run from the building he’s so terrified these women will ask him to strip down as far as Charlie. “You look up to the job,” Carmen says.
He stands firmly in place, slightly trembling and remembering his resolve to get the job at all cost.
“So you won’t mind if we test to see that you’re right for the job?” Marissa says while Carmen slips her fingers under his jumper.
“A good fashion model does as he’s told,” the girls explain.
Marcus quickly lifts up his jumper, eager to please them.
The girls look with delight at his chest and stomach assessing him while Marcus tries to stand patiently still.
“He’s very smooth isn’t he?” Marissa remarks. “Like a baby!” Carmen says.
“We do like our men to look like real men,” Carmen explains.
“Show us how manly the lower half of your body is,” she laughs.
Marcus tosses his jumper aside burning with shame. He thinks he could put it back on and leave right now. But no, he has to stay! He must prove himself!
Marcus tries to unbutton his trousers, but his fingers and thumbs are suddenly clumsy and completely useless seeing the girls look him over so hungrily.
The girls laugh together and clink glasses knowing they’ve got these lads right where they want them.
“Very good,” Marissa says. “But we really need to see it all!”
Marcus bows his head in shame. There’s no going back now!
Holding his breath, he lowers his pants. The girls cry out in surprise.
“Isn’t it adorable!” Marissa giggles. “It’s so cute!” Carmen agrees.
“But it may be a little small for our needs,” Carmen says regretfully. Marcus’ stomach sinks. “Let’s compare them!” Marissa suggests.
They turn the boys around and make them face the wall. Marissa runs her hand appraisingly over his arse.
“Let’s see what he has here,” Carmen says peeling down Charlie’s jock.
“This one has more meat on it,” Marissa says squeezing Marcus’ arse.
“And it’s definitely smoother than this one here,” Carmen adds.
They turn the boys back around to compare their dicks. “I think he’s enjoying wearing this jock strap a little too much!” Carmen says.
She kneels down and curiously tests how hard his rising penis feels.
“Do you think this is appropriate behaviour for a model?” she chides him and squeezes his cock.
Charlie freezes in place, unable to speak and looks down helplessly as she plays with his dick.
He fights the urge to push her hands away while she plays with his balls.
She strokes his cock making Charlie tremble all over with desire, feeling the sudden urge to come and trying to stop it.
“Let’s see which one is bigger,” Marissa laughs as if it isn’t already obvious.
“I think this one has an unfair advantage in this state,” Carmen giggles.
The men watch them, silent and furious but each unwilling to be the first to give up and leave.
“Not much of a comparison is it?” Marissa laughs hysterically.
“I’d say not. I don’t know if either of these boys are adequate,” Carmen says.
“So does that mean I ain’t got the job or what?” Charlie says angrily stepping forward.
Carmen holds him back and says, “We certainly can’t have our employees modelling our clothes with great big erections!”
“What do you think is going to happen with you messin with my dick?!” Charlie says exasperated.
“Well if you can’t control yourself we’ll have to find some other use for you,” Carmen sighs. "So you've still got a chance to be hired."
“I think all you’ll be good for is modelling clothes pegs on your nipples, balls and dick,” she says. “What?!” Charlie shouts in disbelief.
With satisfaction, Carmen clamps a clothes peg at the tip of his foreskin squeezing it shut.
Charlie winces and squeezes his fists tight in frustration.
He shuts his eyes unable to believe this is actually happening. He wants to cry from humiliation but he ferociously holds back the tears thinking, “Don’t show these bitches any fear!”
Carmen laughs loudly to Marissa while clamping more and more on seeing how much he can take.
“And just one or two up here,” Carmen teases him with delight.
“This nipple is hard and ready for it,” Carmen laughs clamping another one on.
Charlie can’t stand it! Watching her tease him by opening and shutting the clothes peg, he wants to rip the stupid things off and run out of the room.
Carmen puts another on his balls watching him grunt angrily.
“This one looks like it will slip off,” Carmen smiles clamping the clothes peg on his nipple tightly.
“I don’t think he likes it,” Marissa says.
“Well he better keep quiet if he wants the job,” Carmen says with delight. Charlie shuts his eyes tight and fights the urge to curse them.
“Now what use can we find for the other one?” Marissa smiles happily and clinks glasses with Carmen.
Charlie and Marcus are outraged the girls are taking advantage of them like this. But both boys are prepared to do anything in their determination to get the job now. They meekly bow their heads and obey Carmen and Marissa who spontaneously come up with new humiliating tasks for them.
Marcus' blood goes cold once Marissa mentions his name. He's stripped off completely for her and endured them laughing at his small cock! What else could they want him to do?!
"To be honest I don't think you'll be right for modelling our new line of jock straps," Marissa says.
"I mean, the jock straps need to actually be filled with something!" she laughs wickedly.
"In fact, I think you'll be more suited to modelling dildos up your arse."
"Open your legs," she instructs him feeling the soft, hairy area under his balls.
Marissa instructs Marcus to lay down flat while Carmen watches excitedly.
"This the latest model of dildo we have. I want to see how it fits in your asshole."
Marcus' stomach churns. He's never had anything up his arse or even thought of it!
With his hand shaking, he gently pushes it into his asshole but it resists. Marissa helps pull his cheeks apart for it.
The sensation of something pushing up inside him makes Marcus queasy. It's such a strange feeling!
As Marcus groans, Marissa encourages him, "That's right. Push it in further!"
Carmen giggles after tightly clipping Charlie's foreskin shut, "It doesn't just go in and stay there! Make him push it in and out!"
"I think he can barely make it fit!" Marissa smiles.
"And this is the smallest one available in this range!" Carmen laughs hysterically.
Marcus' trembling legs spread wide open. He tries to obey them pushing it in and out, but he feels dizzy.
"Come on! Fuck yourself with it!" Carmen orders him pulling his cheeks apart further.
Marcus' asshole is burning. It takes all his energy to ram the dildo into it again.
The girls congratulate themselves on the hard work they've done this Monday morning.
"It takes endurance to be models at this fashion house," Carmen informs the men.
"You will have to wear these clothes pegs for several hours while modelling them to the buyers," she says.
"And you'll have to fuck yourself like this all day long," Marissa tells him squeezing his arse cheek.
Carmen opens the clip and shuts it again on his tender nipple making Charlie hiss in pain and frustration.
"Do you have something to say?" Carmen provokes him.
Charlie wants to shout at her, "Leave it you fucking bitch!" but he keeps silent.
"It looks like you want to say something," she squeezes the clips so his foreskin is painfully pinched.
Charlie groans, holding in the tears brewing under his tightly shut eyes. He's never been treated like this!
He screams inside his head, "They have to choose you after this! Just hold on and you'll have plenty of money and women at your feet!"
Marcus painfully pushes the hard dildo in and out of his throbbing hole. He tries to imagine the fame and wealth that will come with this job, but he's distracted by the steady laughter of the women intensifying the most humiliating thing he's ever had to do!
The boys are shaking with anger, the tears brewing in their eyes as the girls watch them perform the most humiliating stunts of their lives. They thought their considerable talent was obvious, but Carmen and Marissa aren't satisfied yet. There's one final test to see who's really up for the job!
"I just can't make up my mind," Carmen says with mock innocence.
The boys look at them with disbelief feeling like they're about to burst out crying. Surely they've proven themselves! "Yes it's too close to call," Marissa sighs. "Let's make them wank!"
"Yes!" Carmen says. "The one who comes first will be hired!"
They usher the boys to kneel down on the floor without even asking their permission. Charlie resists, but Carmen plants her hand firmly on his shoulder helping him down.
Sweating under the pressure, Charlie tries to recall his determination to get the job no matter what.
Charlie looks down at his penis. Does he really have to pull on it in front of these women?
He thinks to himself, "Stop shaking and get down to it man. If these girls want to see me cum I'll show 'em the biggest explosion they've ever seen!"
"Ready... start!" Carmen shouts.
Charlie and Marcus quickly start stroking their dicks, even though they feel incredibly embarrassed about doing it while the girls are watching them so closely.
"Good start," Carmen says over his shoulder making him cringe with humiliation. "Get it good and wet!"
Marcus feels terrified, but also strangely turned on by the way Marissa stares so longingly at his dick and rubs her hand casually over his body.
Carmen and Marissa laugh, amazed they've been able to get two sexy young lads to jerk off on their office floor!
"Don't boys look stupid when they're having a nice long wank," Carmen says loudly to Marissa.
"Yes especially when they've got big fat dicks in their hands," Marissa says making Carmen laugh.
"Such smooth delicious skin," Marissa says rubbing her hands all over embarrassed Marcus.
Marissa feels each of Marcus' tender balls more intimately than any doctor.
"Oh, are these straps putting pressure on your balls?" Carmen asks, tickling them as she pulls the fabric.
Marcus slowly strokes his cock feeling it get stiffer and hot with the way Marissa strokes his balls sack.
Carmen stands defiantly over the two grovelling boys desperately beating their dicks.
Moments earlier she was torturing his nipples, cock and balls. Now she's forcing him to kneel on the floor debasing himself. Charlie fights back the urge to break down then and there, and let Marcus win the job.
"There's already some clear stuff leaking out!" Marissa exclaims.
The girls exchange grins while the two boys furiously humiliate themselves at their feet.
Accompanied by the sound of Charlie and Marcus breathing heavily Carmen beckons Marissa with her champagne glass.
"They're getting really excited now," Carmen teases. "The dirty buggers!"
The sound of Carmen laughing behind them reminds the boys how stupid they must look and wonder if all models have to go through this.
Carmen can barely stop herself doubling up looking down at Charlie pulling on his meat like there's no tomorrow.
Panting excitedly, the boys feel their dicks grow really hard in their hands.
"Fuck yeah," Charlie thinks stroking his cock faster. "I'm going to do it. I'll fucking win!"
"He's really going for it now!" Carmen says licking her lips and enjoying the sport.
And again she uses all her might to keep herself from crying with laughter.
"You're doing great stud," running her fingers through Marcus' hair.
"Shoot a big load all over the floor for me," she whispers in his ear.
Marcus trembles feeling her hand grip his shoulder and her warm breath on his neck. His cock is aching as he pumps it faster.
Carmen giggles at the thought of Marcus's poor asshole still aching from having to fuck himself earlier. Meanwhile Marissa naughtily goes for Charlie's sore nipples.
Charlie is getting really into it, feeling his dick stiffen while Marissa tweaks his sensitive nipple.
"It's going to be close," Marissa says loudly and the boys both instantly speed up their strokes.
Marcus feels himself coming close, but he's too shy to moan with pleasure while the girls watch him.
Carmen leans against him running her hand up the inside of his thigh and under his balls.
She looks straight into Marcus's face revelling in how he reacts to her mischief.
Marcus feels the girls' eyes on him and the hot spunk rising up his dick.
Finally after a day of teasing a long stream of cum shoots out onto the floor!
The girls grin wide seeing how far he shoots it.
In a second even the simple pleasure of his orgasm is demeaned as his sperm lands pathetically on the carpet in front of him.
But there's no stopping it now as another wave of come pumps from his balls along his dick and...
As his balls begin to ache from their labours Marcus's head hangs lower with shame.
He can't even bring himself to look into Carmen's eyes and say "There you are."
As she looks down at Marcus's throbbing penis his body turns ridged, unable to do anything he is so overcome with shame at what he's had to do.
Carmen slides down Marcus' body to sip her champagne and take a close look at his dripping wet cock.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!" Charlie pants breathlessly.
The incessant beating he has given himself has worked it's magic and now he can't stop himself squirting all over the floor.
Marissa is mesmerized by the sight of Charlie's spunk flying out in a long white stream.
"Look at Charlie go!" Carmen says delighted.
"There's boy juice all over the floor!" Carmen laughs.
Charlie feels dizzy emptying his balls out completely in front of these women.
Marissa grins. Like all ladies enjoying the novelty of seeing a man pull his prick and shoot his sperm uselessly just for her pleasure.
Just like his friend, Charlie is filled with shame, his head hangs lower unable to claim any glory at all in what he is doing.
Charlie cannot stop his hand pumping his dick until it aches.
But Marissa doesn't care what Charlie feels, she's just enjoying seeing stuff coming out of his dick.
Charlie mistakes Carmen's arm on his shoulder as praise. "It doesn't matter that I didn't come first. They want me after all! I knew they would!"
Carmen wraps her arms around him grinning and looks down at his still leaking cock.
"Isn't it a shame that you took a little too long!?" she sighs.
Marissa laughs and clinks glasses with Carmen. Charlie thinks confused, “But they must still want me, right?”
Charlie and Marcus kneel on the fashion house floor panting and exhausted after spilling all their spunk in front of the laughing girls. They breathe a sigh of relief thinking that this is the last time they'll have to do anything like this. From now on it's fame and luxury, isn't it?
Charlie pumps his cock working out the last of his spunk, but the girls have already turned away from him.
The girls fawn over the winner Marcus. "We have big plans for you!" Marissa says rubbing his smooth chest.
"You're going to be our new star," Carmen says.
Marcus smiles triumphantly looking between them. He's light headed and his still hard dick feels rubbed raw after his furious wank.
"We won't be needing any pathetically slow wankers," Carmen sneers.
Charlie hangs his head in defeat feeling confused. What the fuck just happened?
"What the fuck were you thinking wasting our time?" she demands.
Charlie fights back his tears of shame, gently stroking his aching cock that's still throbbing. Carmen roughly grabs his arms and drags him up.
"You think you can be a model with all these disgusting tattoos, that idiotic haircut and a barely hard cock? Don't make me laugh!"
Charlie can't believe it. He's humiliated himself wearing their ridiculous outfits, endured having his nipples and cock tortured and jerked off but it wasn't enough!
Carmen pushes him toward the exit. He's never felt so used and embarrassed in all his life.
"The only way you're going to make it as a model is wanking for bag ladies on street corners," Carmen says shoving him out.
Charlie sadly looks for his clothes but Carmen points angrily to the door, "I want you off this property immediately or I'm calling the police. They'll know how to deal with a naked trespasser!"
Carmen strides triumphantly up to Marcus having thrown Charlie out wearing only the backwards jock strap. "Now that I've put the rubbish out we can concentrate on you," she says handing Marcus a glass of champagne.
Marcus raises the glass to his mouth with a trembling hand. His ass is still burning from forcing the dildo up it, but it's been worth it!
He coughs swallowing the bubbly alcohol and hands it back. The girls laugh and urge him to drink more.
"You better learn to love champagne," Carmen says. Marcus thinks she means he'll be drinking loads in his luxurious new life.
"Most men we work with find the job easier being drunk," Marissa adds.
"You're going to be the new model in a department store window on the busy Valkenburgerstraat in Amsterdam. The job requires you to model our dildos in this window naked for 12 hours a day. The tourists and shoppers are invited to step up and fuck you with them while you wank to get the attention of passing customers."
Marcus' face drops, "Shit!"
