Mickys week at work The First Day Chapter 1

This story is partly based on a real life experience

My description: My name is Micky and I am 21 years
old, 5 feet 8 inches tall. A fulsome shemale, with smooth
soft skin, reasonably sized tits, (natural, no artificial
aids or female hormones) a rounded tummy, with a large
plump bottom, and long shapely legs. Sort of fuller
figure Marylyn Monro / Botochelli female shape. My penis
is very average at about 5 inches uncut, but my balls are
quite large, shaved, and hung closely up between my legs.
Because I admit to liking my food, I have a layer of body
fat over the muscles that I have, giving me a soft
covering of blubber, but yet not looking really fat.

My ass is quite large, due to the fact that I do so much
steep hill-running/walking/step-ups / dancing, that the
muscles under the layer of fat there, have grown quite
large and powerful, yet my rear end just looks big and
plump like a fresh peach as my friend Dave says!

Although, as I said I like my food, I am 'into'
healthy eating and moderate exercise, and I have no
health problems, loads of energy, a clear skin and many
people have commented that I look very healthy and
wholesome. Believe it or not I am a virgin! Yes, I know
that it's rare these days but I've known since I was a 10
year old that I seemed to fancy boys and not girls.

I have had many close homosexual encounters but no sex ever
took place, as I was always too frightened to go the
whole way. I also noticed that

I seemed to attract older men, and still do to this day.
When I reached around 18 years of age I realised that my
sexual inclination was as a 'passive' bottom, but again,
although I dreamed of being 'taken' sexually by a man it
had never happened in reality.

I sometimes felt that my healthy and fulsome
body was aching to be used by a man, and although I had
come near on quite a few occasions, I always held back
and would not allow any sex to take place except for some
kissing, hugging and a bit of 'touching up', before I
called a halt to proceedings. This gave me the
reputation as a little tease I'm afraid. Whenever an
older man came near me and started giving me those looks,
you know.. Furtive glances at my face, bulge and bottom
in my tight jeans, then sometimes, depending on how many
people were around and how adventurous they were, a
gentle touch to my arm, neck or face. This would set my
heart pounding and I would instantly go into 'tease' mode
just to see how far he would go. Sometimes, I could
hardly catch my breath as the touch of an older man would
seem like an electric shock to my young, fulsome and
yearning body.

When going out clubbing at night, I tend to wear
sluttish tight fitting: tights / leggings / tops made of
Lycra / Spandex, which shows off my fulsome body shape,
with a short blond wig. I also cover my rather full lips
with medium red lipstick, and then some face makeup /
mascara, but don't overdo it. Finally, putting on some
perfume.

Since a child, I have had a weak bladder that causes
a bit of a leak that from time to time, and lets out a
small spurt of pee when I am surprised or shocked or
someone grabs me hard towards them or puts pressure on my
tummy. So my tights / leggings / panties covering my
crotch and ass area, sometimes (particularly after a
night out clubbing or exercising) smell of my pee, which
I try to cover up by spraying on female 'perfumed' body
spray around the affected area, and over my tights.

I work part time for a small catering company
delivering hot drinks and snacks to various offices and
workshops on the industrial estate near where I live. On
this particular day, I was late with my deliveries due to
being out clubbing the previous night. I really love
dancing all night to fast, modern 'dance music'. Anyway,
I had come straight from the club to my small van, parked
just down the road in the yard of my bosses catering
supplies company, which contains the food and beverages
for that mornings deliveries.

I was wearing my usual tight fitting lycra top and
tights, which I would normally change out of before going
to work, but just didn't have the time, so as it was
raining quite hard, I threw on a short red plastic
raincoat with a belt fastened tightly around my waist.
It had been a hot night in the club, dancing hard, and
many men had tried to pick me up, as well as an old guy
who just wouldn't stop touching me up as I was dancing
around. At the end of a long nights dancing, my crotch
and ass area had got a bit damp due to my piss leak
problem caused by both my fast and hard dancing and men
grabbing me, quite forcibly around my waist in an attempt
to dance closely with me. Because the club is quite dark
the damp patches around my crotch and even the area
around my ass due to the pee pooling and wicking through
the material of my tights and panties whenever I sit down
for a rest, aren't really noticeable. But you can smell
it if I sit down and forget to tightly, cross my legs.

But as I say, I am usually aware of my pee smell
coming from between my legs, especially when I sit down
and don't cross my legs. But, I was late so didn't have
time to get showered and changed. So, the raincoat goes
someway to hiding / masking this smell of a mixture of
perfumed body spray and pee. Strangely, I have found
that there are quite a few men out there who seem to get
really turned on by the aroma coming from down there
after a long nights dancing, and I've honestly never
understood why, as I'm embarrassed about it?

Anyway, there I was, rushing around, no time to even
get changed, have a shower or even go to the toilet (I
was bursting for the loo, as both my bladder and ass felt
very full). My customers would be angry if I wasn't
there to give them their tea, coffee and snacks for their
morning break, and anyway I could use the companies
'men's room' after I'd served my customers.

My first delivery was to a very large industrial
complex that also contained the company's main offices
where the directors worked. This company were proud to
be making pharmaceuticals and drugs from totally natural
organic products, and there must be around 200 people
working on the site. Thankfully, I only have to supply
the management with their morning beverages and snacks.
This company are very strict with security, and so I
always have to present myself to their security
guardroom, before I can get in. They know me in there,
so it's usually just a matter of signing the visitors /
contractors book and collecting my ID badge. But this
time, just because I was in a hurry, and also because of
the way that I was dressed, the security guys decided to
give me a hard time. I complained at being kept waiting
and said that my important customers would not like it
either, and they would be in deep trouble if they delayed
me. This was totally the wrong thing to say to them, but
I was feeling tired and a bit emotional.

The big bearded head of security, has never liked me
anyway, and the others pretty much do as he says.

"You will have to have another photo taken, sit down
on this chair", the head security guy said.


This chair is situated in the correct position for the camera.
I sit down, crossing my legs and pulling the hem of my
short raincoat down as far as possible over the top of my
thighs. The height of the chair is not correct so he
walks over, bends down towards the front of the chair
that I am sitting in, and starts fiddling with height
adjustments, just under the chair. He kneels down in
front of me to adjust the chair height.

"Sit up straight in the chair, like a man, and
uncross your legs, so I can reach the adjustment knobs", He says.

Feeling angry at his attitude towards me, but also a bit
frightened, (he is a big scary, mean looking guy, after
all !) I do as I'm told.

As soon as I uncross my legs, I can smell my pee
odour rising from my crotch. He obviously notices it as
well, as he suddenly looks up at me, then down again
between my uncrossed legs and under the hem of my short
raincoat at my crotch area. I wriggle in my seat
nervously, bring my knees together to block his view of
my crotch feeling embarrassed, that he of all people has
noticed it.

"Sit still and stop squirming about in the chair",
he says.

He quickly and roughly put his hands between my
thighs, pushing my legs apart, then putting his head down
just inches away from my damp, pissy crotch, while
fiddling with the chair height adjustment control. I was
shocked, but also felt excited!! I could feel my moist
little boy-clit twitching inside my panties.

Again, he lifted his head, looked between my legs,
then up to my face, with what can only be described as an
evil leer on his face. As he went to stand up, he put
his right hand on the chair seat between my legs, so that
his knuckles brushed my damp tights stretched around my
balls. It was like an electric shock !!! My thighs
quivered as I involuntarily, closed them around his fist.
I could feel my boy-clit letting out a dribble of fluid
into my panties, and my balls started to swell. He left
his fist there a tad longer than he needed to, and just
before he roughly pulled it away from between my now,
tightly pressed together thighs, he pressed it hard into
my damp, rapidly swelling, and pissy bulge. Wow !! What
was happening to me? I squirmed in my chair, quickly
crossing my legs and in doing so, felt the fluid that had
been building up inside my boy-clit being squeezed out
into my panties.

He then stood over me, putting the fist that he had
pushed into my damp bulge, up to his nose. Then noticing
that his knuckles were covered with moisture from my damp
crotch, he put it to his mouth and licked it off, while
leering at me. In less than two minutes he had not only
managed to notice my pissy smell, but had some of my
intimate pee juice on his hand, and then, even tasting it
in his mouth !!

Up until that point, I hadn't noticed the other two
security guys, but could now see them both laughing at my
discomfort. A minute later my security badge picture was
being laminated into a plastic badge with my details on
it. I stood up to collect it at the desk and noticed
that I had left a damp patch on the chair where I had
been sitting. I hoped that they hadn't noticed it. The
head security guy came out from behind the desk holding
one of those large wooden riot batons, repeatedly
smacking it into the palm of his left hand.

"We will be starting to check and search all
contractors as they leave the site, and some will have
the full search", he said giving me that evil grin again.

He then, walked over to the chair that I had been sitting
in, and put the tip of his baton onto the wet patch that
I had left, while looking at his two colleagues then back
to me again. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, as
he told one of the other guys to fetch a piece of toilet
tissue and clean the 'filthy mess, the dirty whore has
left on the chair'. As I walked past him to leave, he
used his baton to lift up the rear of my plastic raincoat
to reveal my plump, lycra tights covered ass. Then
pushing the baton hard, between my legs and up into my
balls from behind, which forced more of my sex juice to
leak into my panties. He leaned towards my face and
whispered:

"Just you wait boy. We are going to teach you a
lesson, you f*cking dirty, fat arsed, whore-boy. We'll
teach you to leave your stinking whore juice dripping all
over our furniture and floor".

I left the security office, feeling vulnerable, and
scared,but excited at the same time.

I turned around to see him lift the baton to his nose,
before sniffing it, and giving me that evil grin of his.

I collected my trolley from the van, and made sure
to pull down the hem of my short plastic raincoat so as
to cover the damp patches covering my very tight lycra
pants around my balls and ass, made even more noticeable
by the antics of the head security man and his wooden
baton.

I then walked towards the management offices, as
some contract builders wolf whistled at me, in my short
raincoat. If only they knew what was underneath it!!

I had never served my management customers dressed
as I was, usually wearing very tight light blue jeans and
tee-shirt, so I was definitely getting some sideways
glances.. I knew that the managing director was not due
in his office for another hour or so, and that there were
rumours that he would shut and lock the large office
doors while 'entertaining' one of his 'lady friends'.
Two of the elderly senior managers, Mr Arthur Jones and
Mr Paul Townsend, had taken a shine to me, and always
took the time to ask how I was, asking me to sit down and
chat. They didn't miss an opportunity to cuddle and pat
me, sometimes getting a bit too close for comfort, but
they were nice blokes all the same. Both were married
with grown up kids, and there was some office gossip that
they had both been seen with young men in the town.

I went into Mr Jones office with my trolley, he
looked up from his computer and over his glasses at me,
looking me up and down, before saying in a stuttering
voice;

"Hello there Micky, you look really well today".

I said that it was nice to see him and apologised for my
dress, explaining the circumstances. I then asked what he
wanted from the trolley? He got up from his desk, and
put his arm around my waist as he looked at what was
available on the trolley. With the heat in his office, I
could smell my pissy smell, and I was sure he could as
well. Dam that security man for making things worse. Mr
Jones seemed to be getting quite excited, as he
energetically, and repeatedly, squeezed my waist with his
right arm, causing my short plastic raincoat to ride up
over my ass and balls. I could really smell myself now,
as my raincoat was no longer covering my crotch and
bottom. As Arthur Jones looked down at my damp and full
balls then behind to my plump backside, his eyes were wide,
and he started shaking, all thoughts of the trolley
contents had obviously gone out of his mind!!

"You have a wonderful fulsome bottom Micky. It is
like a soft peach and wobbles like a jelly", he said, as
he gave my bottom a hard slap, low down and just between
my damp ass cheeks.

I laughed to ease my embarrassment, just as he raised
his hand to my cheek and started gently stroking it, moving
around to the back of my neck. I could feel that his hand
was a bit wet and could smell my pee odour on it.

Just as I opened my mouth to say something, he moved
a finger into it, while pushing me up against his large desk.

I could now taste and smell my own salty pee mixed with
the female body spray scent that I had used earlier, on his finger.

I raised my hands trying to push him away, but he was really
strong, and I ended up on his desk, with my feet just off
the floor with Arthur's body between my legs, and the hem
of my short raincoat, up around my waist.

He slid his left hand down inside the top of my raincoat
and started rubbing it over my lycra, covered tits, while
alternately, pushing two fingers of his right hand into my
mouth, then pulling them out and stroking my cheek with his
fingers wet from my mouth, repeating the process.

I was getting really turned on, and feeling like a dirty
whore who desperately needed a man, but was really worried
about someone coming through the unlocked door.

Arthur then, undid my raincoat belt, undid the snap-
on's, and pulled it off me. So there I was, up on his
desk with my tits pushing out of my tight lycra top, and
my fulsome ass and damp, and inflated balls, imprisoned
in my very tight lycra tights. He took some steps
backwards to enable himself to see the whole thing. I
was squirming around on his large desk, wondering what
was going to happen next?

I didn't have long to wait. Arthur came over and
put both his hands on my tits. He, started kneading and
pinching my nipples through the tight fabric. He leaned
forward and started to kiss my neck and face. I could
feel his hot breath on my cheek. He whispered in my ear.

"You are a very sexy boy, and I've always wanted
you. Now, I'm going to have all of you. I can smell
your sex, and It's obvious that you need a man to take
care of you."

"No, please Arthur, don't. Someone may come into
your office?" I said breathlessly.

At that Arthur replied, "I don't care Micky, If the
boss can get away with it in his office with his dolly
birds, then so can I, with you."

He then pushed me further back on his desk so that I had
to put my hands behind me to stop from falling backwards,
Quickly, he bent down and moved his head down, towards my
crutch while forcing my thighs apart, before thrusting his
head deep into my wet, lycra covered bulge. I gasped, as I
felt his mouth and tongue, licking and sucking at my
balls, through the tight, wet material. I could feel
my balls expanding and stretching the wet materiel of my
little panties under the tight lycra pants, and each time
he thrust his head into them, I felt more of my sex
juices squirting into my panties. My whole body was
shuddering with excitement, as I squirmed around on his
desk.

Just as I was getting myself lost in pleasure, there
was a loud knock on the door. I was instantly shocked
back to reality, and felt a strong surge of pee come from
my cock at the suddenness of it. My ass sphincter
muscle, very nearly opened, and I had to make a conscious
effort not to let the contents of my fat, shit filled ass
soil my panties. As I said before, I hadn't had a chance
to go to the loo, before I started work, and was very
full.

In the open doorway stood Paul Townsend, Arthur's
friend and fellow senior manager.

"For heavens sake close the door Paul." Arthur said
excitedly.

Paul did as he was bid, also turning the key in the
door to lock it.

"Well, you two look as if you are enjoying
yourselves!" Paul said sarcastically.

I was by now, sat bolt upright, my legs tightly
closed together with my arms across my chest. I could
feel the dampness of my pee mixed with sex juices, as it
puddled around my backside and thighs, before dripping off the
desk and onto the floor in long sticky threads. I jumped
down off the desk and made a grab for my little raincoat.
Paul said

"Oh no you don't Micky. I can see and smell that
things have gone too far, for you to do a runner on us.
What say you Arthur?"

"Definitely have.." Arthur replied.

They both seemed to have turned from two nice
elderly gentlemen to ravenous predators, and I was their
prey

"Look, I've got to go. I need to go to the loo, and
get cleaned up. I'll see you both tomorrow." I said,
grabbing my raincoat and rushing towards the door.

Arthur blocked my path, and took the key out of the door.
He then pushed me back against the desk with his right
hand pushing into my tummy. I felt the forceful pressure
of his hand being transmitted to my full bladder, as he
kept pushing me back. More pee was forced out of me, and
ran freely down the inside of my thighs, soaking my lycra
tights, before dripping onto the floor. Paul looked down
at my pee soaked tights, and said.

"Well Micky, it looks like you do need the toilet?
But never mind about that. You won't need the toilet
when we've finished with you. Don't forget that we are a
natural health products company, and people will pay good
money for what 'sexed up', fulsome little whore boys have
in them. All those sex hormones contained in your piss,
shit, jizz and saliva. Never mind Viagra, all those
rich, elderly men will pay a fortune to us, if we can
extract and distil it from dirty little sex whores like
you."

Paul went to the telephone, dialled a short number,
and spoke.

"Security, yes it's Paul Townsend here, you know
that problem that we were talking about when I saw you
this morning, well, it's turned up here in Arthur Jones
office. It maybe more than we can handle. Can you get
up here quickly? Oh, good, I thought you'd be pleased.
You may need some willing help, if you know what I mean.
Oh, and bring your special tools."

I made a run for the door, but slipped on the wet
floor, caused by my own sticky juices. I went down on my
tummy, put my hands on the floor to get up, then felt the
weight of Paul's size 12 tooled leather shoe in the small
of my back, pushing me roughly back down onto my tummy,
chest and face, onto the wet pee covered floor. The front
of my blond wig, and clothes were now wet from my own pee
pooled on the floor. What the hell was I going to do
now? I was really scared, but incredibly excited as well

There was a knock on the door.

"Security here sir, can you unlock the door?" a
voice said from the other side of the door.

"Wait a minute, Arthur, can you unlock the door,
I don't want this little whore to slither out from under my
foot." Paul said.

Arthur opened the door and let the three security
guards into the office before locking the door again.

I looked up and saw the big head security guard, who
had touched me up in the guard room, staring down at me,
with that evil grin of his.

"Well, look what we have here. I said that we'd
meet again you dirty little 'cock-sucker'."

I noticed that they were all carrying large black
holdalls. One of the other guards said.

"You can smell the whores sex, it's all around the
room."

"Yeh, just look at how fulsome he is. Big soft tush,
fulsome rounded tummy, sexy pouting mouth, nice tits by
the looks of it, and look at what's between his legs.
Those balls look like they have plenty in them. The boy
is bursting, with what we need."

I felt Paul's leg lift off me and I was quickly
grabbed by the two security guards and steered towards
the desk, which the head security guard had completely
cleared, although it was still wet and slick from my
earlier piss leak. The two guards held my arms, pushing
me down on my back, and onto the desk, while Paul and
Arthur grabbed my legs and pulled them wide apart

I tried to struggle, but these four men were just
too much, and I felt helpless, and in their power. The
large security guard, unhooked his large wooden riot
baton and moved it towards my face, in a quick movement.

I flinched, thinking that he was going to hit my face
with it. He laughed, and touched my cheek, lightly with
it, before drawing it across to my mouth, then pushing it
past my lips. I had to open my mouth or I think that he
would have broken my teeth, He pushed it right in.. It
virtually filled my mouth. He pushed it in and pulled it
out a number of times, saying;

"Come on you little cock-sucker, come on. Look at
the little whore, he loves it." Said the big guard

I could see my red lipstick mixed with my saliva
coming off onto the wooden baton as the large security
guard pushed it in then pulled it out of my mouth. I
could also feel Paul and Arthur's hands sliding further
up my legs from my ankles, and rubbing the inside of my
thighs, and on up to my wet and inflamed balls as they
kept my legs spread apart. The two other security guards
were holding my arms with one hand while one of them was
rubbing and pinching my tits with his hand under my lycra
top, and the other guard was kneading and rubbing my bare
tummy The head security guard kept pushing his baton in
and out of my hot mouth for what must have been a good 3
minutes, before withdrawing it, getting some cotton buds
and a small glass bottle from out of one of the bags they
had brought. He then wiped my saliva off his baton, with
the cotton swabs, then, when he had completely removed
all traces of my saliva from off his baton, he placed the
swabs in the bottle, put the top on it, wrote something
on a label, and placed it up on a filing cabinet.

Oh god. What next I thought? I was very soon to
find out.

He then drew his baton down across my face, over my
lips, and moved the tip slowly over my tits. He started
pushing my tits with the baton, then he suddenly moved
his baton down and inside my low cut lycra top and then
started massaging my boobs. I was really getting hot and
turned on as he pushed his wooden baton right next to my
tits. He then suddenly withdrew it and pushed it hard
into my rounded and fulsome tummy. Immediately, I felt
my full bladder compressed, with the result that a strong
spurt of pee again went into my panties and then dripped
onto the desk between my legs. This was accompanied by
some loud farts as my full ass also felt the pressure of
the baton being forced into my tummy Paul said.

"C'mon now, don't be wasting the goods."

The big guard then unceremoniously pushed and
rubbed the baton over my swollen balls and cock and up
between my legs, getting a good covering of sex juices on
it as he repeated the process.

"We need to strip those tights off him." Said Paul.
I then felt Paul and Arthur pulling at the waistband of
my tights. As they were very close fitting wet and
tight, they came off with some difficulty, ripping and
laddering in the process. But eventually, they were off,
and discarded onto the floor.

The head security guard said.

"Phew, you can really smell his sex now! Look at
those full balls pushing out of the whores sodding wet
panties. We need to stand him up for the next phase."

The two other guards, hauled me up from the desk,
back onto my feet. The large security guard reached into
a bag and pulled out a large jar, with a fluid capacity
of about 3 litres. Arthur then reached down and
literally ripped my tight and very wet panties off from
the front, to the accompaniment of a squelching sound,
and a sticky jet of piss and pre-cum, as his hand knocked
into my bare, completely hair free and swollen balls in
the process. The material of my panties just ripped
apart as he very roughly pulled them off me. I noticed a
bit of a 'shit stain' on the ripped threads of my pee and
pre-cum soaked panties, so my ass sphincter muscle must
have let some through when I was getting prodded in the
tummy by the large security guard. My bare, smooth and
very swollen balls were now visible and at their mercy.
My boy clit was pointed up and just touching the lower
part of my tummy and was dribbling sticky pre-cum onto
it, then down into my pubic hair. I'd never felt so
sexually 'turned on' yet very scared at the same time.
It was like a series of electric shocks going through my
body as these men pushed and prodded my sensitive and very
vulnerable areas.

What were these men doing to me? I was like a slut,
wanting more and willing to give my sexed up and fulsome
body, completely to them.

"Oh, just smell that". Said the head security guard
as he brought the large jar down and then up to cover my bare
balls and dripping cock. The large security guard then said:
*****
"Spread his legs more, so that I can get the
specimen jar right up. We don't want to waste any".

When the jar was in place and my 'boy clit' had softened
somewhat, the large security guard, walked up to me, and
proceeded to push his baton, into my tummy. Each time he
pushed it in, my back would bow out backwards, so they
pushed me up against a wall, so the baton pressure was
transferred directly to my bladder

I was like some Cow getting milked, as my hot and
rich pee, spurted out into the jar, with every push of
the baton into my full, and rounded tummy, also
accompanied by a series of farts from my full backside.

But I didn't care if they forced my shit out in the
process, as I just abandoned myself to them. They commented
on how, as the jar was filling with my rich pee, my tummy
seemed to be less and less rounded and full. When he couldn't
extract any more by prodding my tummy, the head guard,
put a top on the jar, labelled it, then placed it on top
of the filing cabinet with the saliva sample bottle.

Now what, I thought. At least I won't be leaking so
much pee over everything, as they'd extracted about two
thirds of it from me. Paul then said,

"Right, get that top off him, we might as well see
everything."

One of the guards then proceeded to pull me lycra
top from off me, revealing my soft, smooth and pert tits.

I was now completely naked, and I could see the fire
of lust in their eyes. One of the security guards lifted small
leather pouf seat out of a bag and placed it on the desk.

"Get the dirty whore back on the desk, on his front
this time. Hold his legs and arms. Get his dick and
balls over the pouf so that his ass is lifted up" Said
the head security guard.

I was spread out on the desk and could feel my wet
and slippery balls and cock sliding around on the
leather pouf as they positioned me on the desk. My
fulsome backside was now lifted up towards the ceiling by the
pouf. I looked up and saw the head guard get a large
metal instrument out of a bag. It had three flat spoon
shaped metal ends with a screw device between them. The
head guard then said.

"I can't see the whores shit hole very well. His
ass cheeks are so plump and deep. I need someone to pull
them apart so I can see his hole properly."

At this, one of the security guards got two yellow
nylon, long ropes out of a bag.
He made an adjustable loop at the end of each rope,
before sliding each rope over my feet and ankles, pulling
the loops up my legs until they were right up and into my ass
crack. He then tightened each loop so that they were
just brushing each side of my hole, then, with the help
of his colleague, they pulled on each rope until each of
my soft, fleshy and fulsome ass cheeks were pulled wide
apart, revealing my quivering, damp and vulnerable rose bud.
They then tied the ropes tightly, to the table legs.

The head guard then walked over to me with the metal
tool. I felt the cold metal against the soft fleshy skin
of my ass. Then I involuntarily arched my ass upwards as
I felt the three, cold metal fingers being pushed into my
damp boy cunt. But only 3 inches or so. I thought, well
if that's all he is going to do, no problem. But then, I
heard the squeaky noise of the metal butterfly screw
turning, and I could feel those cold metal fingers
pushing against the sides of my shit hole. With each
turn of the screw, I could feel my sphincter muscle being
prised apart. I tried to resist it by tightening my
sphincter, but it was hopeless. I began to feel the
pressure of all the shit in my ass, up against the forced
opening of my boy cunt. Then, all of a sudden, there was
a loud farting noise, followed by something being forced
out of my ass under pressure, followed by the smell of my
shit. Paul said,

"Look at that, the whores plump ass is so full, that his
shit is being forced out onto the desk between his legs."

Eventually, after many more turns of the tools screw
the pressure was equalised, and my boy cunt was stretched
painfully wide open by the metal tool. I could feel
relatively cold outside air penetrating the interior of
my ass for the first time in my life, as a normally
closed or at least opened but plugged with my shit, part
of my body was prised open. I then saw Paul reach into a
bag, and pull out a pair of long rubber gloves. I saw
him walk around to where my ass was raised up on the
pouf. I was completely at their mercy. I felt Paul's
gloved hands on my ass, then, all of a sudden, I felt him
punch his fist into my stretched open hole. Once twice,
three times, until I could feel most of his rubber gloved
fist inside me. Oh, the pain, but what a feeling. I
gasped, and found myself whimpering;

"No, no, what are you doing to me?"

Paul then roughly started to slide first three
fingers then four, finally his whole hand into my
stretched and widely opened boy cunt. I felt him open his
hand out inside me. He felt around for a piece of my
shit before closing his hand around it, and literally
scooping the steaming contents of my fulsome ass out
through my wide open hole and onto the desk, between my
spread legs. In and out, in and out went his hand, into
my prised open and shitty boy cunt, scooping ever more
shit out of me. I found myself contracting my tummy
muscles and pushing my shit along and into the area in my
ass around his hand. He was emptying me out and it was an
incredible sexual feeling, to have my body so deeply
invaded by another person. I was squirming around on the
desk, moaning. The yellow ropes around my ass cheeks and
boy cunt were getting covered in my shit as Paul ripped
it out of my wide open hole. My balls were at bursting
point and my small cock was stiff and sliding about on
the leather pouf as it leaked copious quantities of pre
cum, mixed with some left over pee. As Paul scooped my
shit out of me, Arthur was using a small plastic
pharmaceutical tablet scoop to take it off the desk
between my spread thighs and put it into another labelled
container. The whole room was filled with the smell of
my shit and pee.

Eventually, there was no more shit left inside me
that Paul could easily reach, and I felt Paul's hand
probing ever deeper into me. He started stroking my
prostrate, I was crying and moaning. The head security
guard then said.

"Let me introduce the dirty whores hole to my baton.
I've been wanting to do that ever since I first saw his
fat ass. I'll give him good reason to cry."

I felt Paul withdraw his gloved hand from my wide
open hole to the accompaniment of a squelching sound, and
saw the big guard, walk around to my feet, while drawing
his baton slowly from my head, down my cheek, along my
back bone, and then, down into the pulled open mound of
my ass. Rubbing the batons head backwards and forwards
along my shitty crack and over my wide open boy cunt,
getting it covered in the shit that had been deposited in
the area. Teasing me, moving it backwards and forwards
along my crack and over my hole, as I lifted my bottom up
towards the ceiling before he would force it back down
with his baton. I was begging like the dirty whore I was,
for him to penetrate my hole with his baton. After a
while, he said.

"Alright, you filthy,." fat assed little whore,
you've asked for it."

I felt him forcefully jam the baton down into my
wide-open hole. Deeper and deeper, and deeper. Because
my hole was held wide open by the speculum tool, the
baton just went straight in. The big head guard said.

"Just look at this. His fat ass has taken the
whole length and width of my baton! Even my fingers are
getting covered in the filthy whores shit, as I push the
baton it's whole length and more into him."

As the head guard was plunging then nearly
withdrawing the baton from inside me with ever increasing
ferocity and speed, I was writhing about on the desk,
held down by the others. A mixture of my pee and pre-cum
was being forced out of me, and flowed down the sides of
the leather pouf, onto the desk before dripping of the
edge of the desk and down to the floor in long sticky
strands. I was screaming, crying and moaning. Paul
said.

"I'll shut him up."

Paul then proceeded to unzip his fly, and out of his
underpants came what must have been a nine inch cock,
very thick and rapidly getting harder and harder. He
walked around to my head, which was near the edge of the
desk, put his right hand onto my wet, tear stained face
with my mascara running in dark streaks down my cheeks.
He lifted my head up, then shoved his dick between my
fulsome lips. He pushed it in slowly, at first. in and
out, in and out. I was ravenously taking it all. I
could taste his cock. Then, faster and harder. While
the head security guard was doing the same with his
baton. The head guard had gone so deep into me that the
baton was finding more shit, that Paul's fist couldn't
reach. Each time the big guard withdrew the baton, a
sliver of my shit would come flying out, landing either
on the inside of my thighs, on the desk, on the big
guards uniform, even on the wall by the desk. My shit
was flying everywhere!!! I was writhing about on the
desk, getting covered in my own juices and shit. Being
fucked at both ends. My balls felt as if they were
going to explode at any moment.

I could hear Paul grunt followed by a moan then felt
a hot jet of jizz hit the back of my throat. I greedily
gulped the delicious fluid down, like the dirty whore that
I am.

It was at that point, that Arthur and the two other
guards decided to remove the pouf and roughly turn me
onto my side. The big guard, withdrew his shit covered
baton, and Paul took his cock out of my mouth. The two
shit covered ropes that had held my ass cheeks apart were
released, and the speculum, that had held my hole open
was roughly pulled out, with a resulting thwacking sound
as the lips of my boy cunt and then my ass cheeks came
together.

They turned me onto my back then pulled me off the
table, leaving a long shitty skid-mark as my fat ass was
pulled across it. Then I was pushed to the centre of the
office, standing up, with my hard little cock dripping
long strands of sticky fluid across the floor, and my
balls puffed up, filled with love juice, and ready to
explode. My arms were held either side of me, and my
legs were pushed apart. The head security guard walked
up to me with his baton, which still had bits of my shit
on it, and started thwacking it repeatedly across my soft
fulsome ass. I stumbled forwards with each impact,
but was roughly pushed back each time by Paul. Arthur
said.

"Look how his soft, plump ass wobbles like jelly
when it gets smacked, and look at those balls, all
inflamed and ready to explode."

One of the other guards started fondling, squeezing
and kissing my tits, while the other started kissing my
neck and mouth. The head guard once more roughly
inserted his baton between my ass cheeks and pushing it
past, my now closed boy cunt, and deep into me, with a
slow rhythmic movement, that increased its pace every few
seconds. Arthur, had reached into one of the bags and
found another labelled jar, which he held in his right
hand rubbing the jar against my wet, very stiff little
cock, while his left fist was kneading my rounded tummy.
At the same time, Paul started slapping, squeezing and
rubbing my super inflated balls with his right hand. The
sensations that were going through me, were just
incredible! These men were treating my soft, fulsome
body like a piece of meat. I was moaning and crying with
pleasure and sheer sexual lust. The sweat was running
down my body and mixing with my piss and shit on the
floor. I was giving myself to them, totally. Paul said.

"Look at the dirty little whore. He is loving it..
All his love juice is ours. This is the stuff that will
contain the most hormones, and in a moment, we will have
extracted it from him, and it will be all ours."

I'm crying out and begging for more, as these men
bring me to the climax of my life. They have extracted
everything from my fulsome body, excepting for my jizz,
which they will have very soon. I never thought in my
wildest dreams that I could be drained and 'taken' in
this way. I really do feel like a dirty whore, who has
let himself be completely and utterly dominated and
fucked by these men.

I am writhing around, covered in sweat.. My balls
are so full, that I feel the next touch or squeeze will
cause them to explode. My ass, tummy, tits and mouth are
getting such attention by these men that I'm going
into a wanton sexual frenzy. Arthur said:

"I can see his cock going into spasm. He is going
to come.."

At this Paul starts putting his hand around my
little dick and roughly, and increasingly quickly, move
it up and down. I am past the point of no return, as I
feel my orgasm building to an impossible climax.

I scream out as I feel my jizz moving up my little penis.
It explodes out of the end, catching Arthur in the face and
with his specimen jar slightly out of position. My love juice
explodes again into Arthur's face. He quickly covers the
end of my boy clit with the jar, while Paul rubs my dick, up
and down with one hand while kneading my balls with his
other. The specimen jar is rapidly filling, then starts
to overflow. Paul now starts to squeeze my balls like
someone would while milking a cow, so as to extract every
last drop out of me. My love juice is running out of the top
of the jar and down Arthur and Paul's hands and onto the
floor. Still, it keeps spurting out of me. Until
finally, it stops.

I collapse onto the wet, sticky and shit covered floor,
my whole body shaking and shuddering. I felt the head security
guard force the toe of his boot hard into my ass crack getting
his boot shitty in the process.


But I was oblivious to what the head security guard was doing.
I felt utterly drained and exhausted.

I heard Bill say that the room would have to be
cleaned and the mean head guard delegated the job to his
two junior guards, telling them to put my soiled panties
and tights etc, etc into a plastic bag and get a mop and
bucket and clean the desk, walls and floor of all traces
of my pee, shit and love juice. Meanwhile, Bill dressed me in
my short red plastic raincoat, tied the belt tightly
across the middle of the raincoat and said:

"What shall we do with the dirty whore now?" Paul
replied:

"We can make a lot of money out of what we've
extracted from him, and we can make a whole lot more if
we can hide the whore somewhere safe for a short while,
feed him up with good food and drink, wait for his
fulsome and healthy young body to produce the goods
again, then extract it all out of him."

I was then grabbed by the head guard who took my
wet and soiled panties from out of the plastic bag and
proceeded to stuff them in my mouth as a gag, before
putting some duct tape around my arms and eyes. Then,
using his baton in the small of my back, with the
occasional prod up my short raincoat and into my shitty,
panty-less ass-hole, propelled me down the back stairs
and roughly pushed me into the back of a waiting security
van which was parked in a hidden parking bay at the back
of the office building.


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