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.
To be continued... Only if enough people tell me that they have enjoyed this and would like me to continue the story.