Photo Strip
Chapter 8 The Physical Screening
I woke up feeling refreshed, to the sound of soft music. As I came to, I heard the door opening, and a young lad of about nineteen entered, carrying a breakfast tray. He was dressed in a uniform not unlike that of a prison officer. I felt highly embarrassed, lying there naked without any covers to the bed, as he put the tray down. He went back to the door and pulled it right back against the wall, slipped a bolt into the floor, and secured it with a padlock. The corridor outside seemed quite busy at this time of morning, and, as Photo Strip staff passed the room, they peered in. I was open to public view.
"Good morning, my name is Harold!" announced my prison officer. He grabbed me roughly and bundled me into the chair by the desk, which he had turned round to face away from it. I say 'chair', but it was a strange design, with the seat in the form of a V, so that when you sat in it your thighs rested on each arm of the V, but there was no real seat as such. My bollocks therefore dangled between the arms of the V, and the crack of my arse was open to the air.
Not having eaten much yesterday, I looked at the breakfast tray hungrily. The smell of the main breakfast of eggs, bacon, tomatoes, and mushrooms, set my mouth watering. But Harold was determined to keep me waiting. He produced some cord, and tied my hands together behind the chair back, and then bound each foot to a leg of the chair.
"That should keep your prick in view," he said. "I want to be able to see it at all times," he said. "I shall see it when I like, I shall touch it when I like, and I shall make it come when I like. While you're in this castle, your private parts are Company property," he added. "Who does what to them or with them, and when, and where, and how often, and in front of whom, is entirely the business of the Company."
To illustrate his point, he went to the door, and looked up and down the corridor. The Human Resources Director, Sarah, and her male secretary happened to be passing. "Come in for a minute!" he invited them. They entered, and saw me, naked, bound to the chair. "I thought you might like to join me playing with Ian's prick!" he told them. Obviously they would, as they both dragged up chairs, ready for the morning's entertainment.
Harold picked up the glass of fruit juice off my breakfast tray, and held it so that my prick and balls dangled in it. He put the glass back on the tray, and bent down. He placed my prick in his mouth, and sucked the juice off it, and then licked my balls clean. By the time he had finished, I was half hard. A couple more people had wandered into the room to watch the fun.
Sarah moved behind me and started stroking my prick, long, slow, upward, stroked, while her secretary, Boris, knelt between my feet, and slid his hands up my thighs, lingering over my balls, and back down, continuously. It didn't take long before I was rock hard.
One of the onlookers came over and asked Harold if he had left any orange juice, and then proceeded to give my cock a couple of sucks to see.
"Give us a warning as you're about to come!" ordered Harold. "On no account are you allowed to - you have a strenuous morning ahead of you." Harold wanked me silly, until I shouted "Stop! Stop!"
The desisted, and let me recover. Sarah and Boris left the room, together with all the onlookers. "Just remember," said Harold, "I have the power to do that whenever I like. And if I had wanted you to come, come you would, in whoever's hands, mouth, cunt, or arsehole I decreed."
Harold proceeded to feed me the breakfast, which although welcome, was by now almost cold. I complained. "Taking your sadistic pleasure with me has let the breakfast go cold."
That was a mistake. Harold bounded over to the door and invited half a dozen passing PhotStrip staff in to the room. "Punish him!" he shouted. "Any way you like, but don't make him come! The bastard is complaining." He released me from my bonds, and the four men and two women, all complete strangers, who had entered the room, pushed and shoved me around, grabbing me by the balls, by the prick, whacking my arse, squeezing my nipples, all in full view of what appeared to e a party of tourists being given a guided tour of the castle.
"Into the bathroom, now. Have a shit, shave, and shower, and we'll get on with the morning's work!" he said. "What does that involve?" I asked. "Physical Screening!" he replied. I had the three 'sh's' and returned to the main bedroom.
"Hands on head!" he ordered, and led me along the corridor, where I passed another group of tourists, to my complete shame and embarrassment, and then down a stone spiral staircase into the bowels of the castle. We found the dungeon he was looking for, through a heavy wooden door that opened with a ghostly creak. It bore the legend 'Physical Screening'.
There was a set of scales in an alcove just inside the door, and he motioned me to stand on them. He took a clipboard from a desk by the scales, and, sliding weights up and down the bar on the scales, read my weight and entered it on the form on his clipboard. He told me to stand against the wall, and measured my height off a scale.
We then proceeded though another door into the main chamber. In the centre of the room were four pairs of stout wooden uprights, each pair about five feet apart, and set at right angles to the two adjacent pairs, so between them they were on four sides of a square. They were equipped with ropes and pulleys. On the end of the ropes were handcuffs, in which Harold clamped my wrists, and, pulling on the ropes, hoisted my arms as high and as wide as they could to meet the upper corners of the two uprights. Similarly, he clamped my ankles in irons, which were attached to the bottoms of the two uprights, and pulled them as far apart as he could get them, before making the ropes off.
There I stood, spreadeagled vertically, with complete access to my naked body from behind or in front by anyone who might enter the chamber.
Harold left, and in a short while returned with Dermot. Dermot, naked, and hands on head, was soon shackled to one of the sets of beams next to me. I noticed he was extremely well endowed, and blessed with the hair around his genitals that nature had intended - a massive bush of ginger.
Next, a real dyke-looking type came in with two young women in tow. They, like Dermot and myself, were completely naked, also with their hands on their heads. Her escort introduced herself as Gladys, and her charges as Tanya and Elspeth. Gladys clamped them between the two remaining sets of uprights. There was a small side table by each station, and Harold returned and laid out two sets of white plastic cylinders, all about twelve inches in length, but of different diameters, on the tables next to Tanya and Elspeth.
I noticed there was what seemed like calibrations down the length of them, in red.
I had a fine view of Tanya, who was opposite me, with her legs forced apart.
Her nipples stood out of her firm, ample, breasts, but best of all, she, like myself, had been shaved, and the lips of her cunt were naked and fully visible.
Harold took out a fine tape measure, and measured the length of my limp penis, then took measurements of its girth, at the base, and the thickest part of the head. He wrote his readings down meticulously on the form on his clipboard. He moved along, and carried out the same routine on Dermot.
Next, Gladys started a stop-watch, and proceeded to manipulate Tanya's clitoris, until the poor girl was pleading and moaning. Satisfied that her moans were genuine, she looked at the stop-watch, and recorded the time it had taken to bring Tanya to a state of ecstasy. She moved on to do the same to Elspeth.
Meanwhile, Harold took the thinnest of the plastic cylinders, and inserted it into Tanya's vagina, pushing it up gently until it would go no further. He put his thumb on it level with the lips of Tanya's cunt, and withdrew the cylinder, reading off the calibration indicated by his thumb, once again writing the measurement onto the form on his clipboard.
Harold now took each cylinder in turn, moving up in diameter from the thinnest, and eased them up into Tanya's cunt to the calibration point reached by the first one, until he came to one with such a diameter that it would not enter without excessive pressure. He read the diameter off the end of the last cylinder he had managed to insert, and entered it on the form. Then, when Gladys was satisfied with her work on Elspeth, Harold repeated the procedure on her.
What next, I wondered?
"We must now measure the lengths and girths of the penises when erect," Gladys announced. Watching the proceedings with Tanya had caused mine to grow a little already, but I noticed it had had no effect on Dermot.
"Harold, go to work on Dermot." Harold used his expert lips and tongue to bring Dermot to a state of erection. Gladys quickly took the measurements, before any subsidence occurred.
"Now, Harold, it's the turn of Ian's prick!" commanded Gladys, and in a few seconds, Harold's expertise with fingers and tongue ensured I was fully erect. Gladys went to work with her tape measure again.
"Time for a comfort break!" announced Zola. Harold brought in two hospital type bottles, and gave one to Gladys. She took hold of Dermot's prick, and placed it in the top of the bottle. "Piss!" she instructed. Harold did the same for me. But how were they going to cope with the girls?
Gladys brought in two chamber pots, and placed them just behind the girls. By releasing the pulleys, she provided enough slack for them to squat just above the pots, and piss into them. Gladys wiped them dry, before hoisting them up again.
"Now for the entertainment you two girls have been waiting for!" smiled Gladys, triumphantly. Harold produced a couple of stools with seats like the chair in my bedroom. It had two flat boards about eighteen inches long and four inches wide, in the shape of an unjoined V. The open ends of the V lined up with the beams to which my ankles were shackled. Connecting the two together at the sharp end was a semicircular spacing rod, hanging down below the boards, the boards themselves being spaced about six inches apart at this point. Back beyond the end of the V was a free-standing bench of the same height, about three feet long and eighteen inches wide.
I soon discovered how this strange contraption worked. Glady lowered my arm restraining ropes on their pulleys, and I was ordered to sit down on the V, and then lie back on the stool behind. Thus my legs were supported from knee to just below the buttock, but with the lower part of my bum, and my genitals, open and unprotected.
"Let me explain what happens now," said Gladys, addressing the women. "We need a benchmark timing for how long it takes to make the men come. But we can't just do it now. The result will depend on how long since their last ejaculation."
That sounded sensible. But what would they do about it?
She continued. "So, under controlled conditions, we will force them to ejaculate, then wait exactly thirty minutes, and then force another one, which we will time."
"We'll do Ian first. There's no measurements or constraints the first time round, so we'll release both of the girls on you! Just one thing, girls! When he comes I want to be able to accurately log the time. When you feel him convulsing, stand back so that I can see."
With that, Gladys released the lovely Tanya and Elspeth, and gave them carte blanche to do as they wished to me. Tanya lost no time in kneeling down between my legs, and getting her mouth round my prick, whilst Elspeth, crawled under the stool, and contented herself by licking the crack of my arse, and my bollocks. Soon I was hard and straining. Tanya sensed things were about to happen, told Elspeth, and both girls withdrew and cruelly left me to come with no physical contact.
I came my load right there in front of them, Gladys noting the exact time. Harold came over, cleaned me up, and sat me upright.
After about 20 minutes two well built young men entered the dungeon, and Gladys said "Get ready!" to them. They both stripped naked, revealing nice bronzed muscular bodies, and although not bald about the genitals, their pubic hair was neatly trimmed.
"When I say 'start wanking'," said Gladys, addressing me," these two men will apply GASS, or Genital Area Standard Stimulation. It is a standard procedure with which we can benchmark the stimulation time required to make you ejaculate. The stimulation method is identical from subject to subject.
From this, we can extrapolate a curve of ejaculation time against time since last ejaculation, and therefore predict how long it will take to make you come on any occasion in the future." "Provided you know when I last came?" I queried. "Believe me, if you are offered and accept a contract, we will!" promised Gladys.
All very scientific, I must say. Harold lowered me down so my trunk was horizontal again, this time strapping my forehead to the stool, so that I could not raise it. Gladys was looking intently at her stop watch. "Five, four, three, two, one. Start wanking!" she ordered.
One of the naked hunks, Tony, stood astride my head, his prick dangling no more than an inch from my mouth. He adjusted the spacing between his feet, positioning himself so that the tip of his cock lightly rested on my lips. He started slowly caressing my stomach with light, circular, movements, riffling his fingers through my pubic hair and just brushing against the base of my cock, each time round. As he worked, his cock lightly brished against my lips. I opened my mouth, but could not raise my head to get a taste of it.
His colleague, Greg, was kneeling between my knees, lightly running his fingers along the inside of my thighs, from knee, slowly and deliciously up to brush the sides of my balls, and then back.
Other then that, there was no physical contact with my genitals. Slowly, slowly, my prick began to harden, until it could almost bear this torment no more. As soon as the hunks decided it was hard enough, Tony parted my lips, lowered himself another couple of inches, and slipped his prick into my mouth. Then he gently started stroking the shaft of my prick, whilst his mate did the same with my balls.
Stroke, stroke, stroke. Phew! I started sucking furiously, and started straining to release my hands from their bonds, so I could fondly his lovely arse at the same time.
Stroke, stroke, stroke. Here it came. Wow! I exploded. Gladys snapped her stopwatch shut, and said "OK, boys!" and they moved away. Gladys stood and watched the remains of my writhings and comings, until they were over. Then Harold came and cleaned me up again, and hoisted me into my previous upright position.
"Very good!" beamed Gladys. "Only five minutes. Quite a quick response for the second time in thirty minutes!"
Then they moved on to Dermot. With all the activity centred on me, they had overlooked keeping an eye on him. He had disgraced himself watching the two naked guys giving me a seeing to. There was cum dripping off the end of his prick, and a sticky patch on the floor.
"How dare you!" screamed Gladys. "You've ruined the controlled test!" She had Harold clean him up, then gave Tony and Greg instructions to punish him. Greg produced a wooden paddle, and stood behind Dermot. Greg faced Dermot, and held his balls firmly and tightly in his hand.
Thwack! Thwack! The paddle found its mark on Dermots bare arse. Twnety more strokes left Dermot gasping, his arse red, and his prick erect again. "You're out of it," snapped Gladys. "No lucrative contract for you! And if you want to get paid for this weekend, you'll continue obeying instructions.
We've one more major assignment for the others, that requires your input."
She motioned Harold to release myself and the girls. "Hey, what about me?" demanded Dermot. "You'll stay here until the early evening. Every hour on the hour Tony and Greg will return and administer twenty strokes. We'll teach you to waste our time and resources!" Dermot was going to have one sore backside when I next set eyes on it.
Tanya, Elspeth, and I were handcuffed, and led back up to the main corridor above the dungeon, and back to the room I had slept in overnight. "Ablutions, everybody!" announced Harold. "You'll find fresh towels in the bathroom. And don't take it in turns in the bathroom - you've got precisely twenty minutes to all get ready. When the door next opens, I expect you all to be lying on the bed, fresh as daisies. Or there'll be trouble!"
Knowing PhotoStrip's corporate penchant for meting out punishments for the slightest offence, the three of us rushed into the bathroom, and started filling the bath. Without bothering about the niceties of modesty, we took it in turns to use the WC and have a well earned shit, and after bideting ourselves, jumped into the foaming, frothing jacuzzi. It was tight in there for three of us, although as baths go, it was a big one. Lucky poor Dermot was still hanging around in the dungeon, I thought.
It would have been so easy to have dozed in the warm luxury of the frothing water and the feel of the naked Tanya and Elspeth in close contact, but suddenly Tanya rose, jumped out of the bath, and poked her head through the door into the main bedroom. She squealed. "Only two minutes to Harold!"
We all grabbed a towel, and being the perfect gentleman, I deferred to Elspeth, allowing her to jump out of the jacuzzi first. We frantically dried ourselves, and Tanya and Elspeth jumped onto the bed before me. I was just finishing drying myself off, still heading for the bed when someone entered the room. But it wasn't Harold ...
To be continued ....