Date: Tue, 03 Sep 2002 19:08:58 +0000
From: Nake Body <nakebody@hotmail.com>
Subject: Photo Strip Chapter 16

Photo Strip

Chapter 16	Severely Punished!

I was lying on the bed, uncovered and naked, half face down, one knee bent,
and sleeping peacefully.  Gradually I became aware of a hand caressing my
balls.  I luxuriated in the sensation for a few minutes, until I had to turn
over to make room for some expansion of my prick.

It was Harold, awaking me at seven fifteen.
"Come on, today is your big day!" he beamed.  "Put your trainers on - we're
off to the Exercise Room!"
"Where's the Exercise Room?" I asked.
"It's a new facility out of the Training Suite area, for use by all staff.
They can use it free when off duty.  Keeps their figures in shape."

I grabbed my shorts, and was just about to put them on when Harold stopped
me.
"No, just your trainers.  Strictly naked, orders of Captain Flint."
"But we're going outside the Training Suite!" I protested.
"Tough!  But as Jane has decreed today is to be your big punishment
benchmark day, I guess it's part of the punishment.  Nude.  That's an
order."

I put on my trainers, sulking a bit as I did so.
"Oh, except for this!" smiled Harold, and tied a big pink bow round my cock.
  "Come on, let's go!"

We left the suite, and I walked along the 'public' corridors of the main
studio, feeling a complete prat.  People were passing by and giggling at the
sight of me naked, with a big bow round my prick.  We went through a door
newly set into the corridor, and inside was a small gym.   There were a
number of people already using the exercise machines, amongst them Susie and
David.  They gave me a very strange look, but said nothing as I was greeted
by Jane.

She led me past the exercise bikes, rowing machines, and gym balls, to a
small machine in the corner.  On the left it had a realistic life sized limp
plastic moulded penis complete with scrotum, and to the right of that was an
equivalent clitoris and vagina.  Jane removed the bow from my cock, and sat
me down astride a chair facing its back, so that my genitals were fully on
view and I was unable to move my legs together.  Then she lowered the
machine on its stand until it was head height. Facing me.

"This is where we measure the strength and stamina of your tongue," she
said.  Harold took a medicated wipe from his kit, and wiped the mouldings on
the machine clean.  Jane took up a position behind the machine, from where
she could control it and watch the readouts.

"We'll start with the fellatio test," she said, pressing a button.  The
plastic penis stirred, and I lifted its tip towards my mouth, and started
licking the head.  Very lifelike, it actually grew slowly, the more I
licked, until it had developed a mechanical erection.  Then I put it in my
mouth and sucked.  I felt it tautening, and before long a stream of warm
thick fluid shot into my mouth.
"Custard!" explained Jane.

"Not bad to start with," said continued. "You'll do better than that in
licking frequency and suction after your F&C Training Module."
"Beg pardon?" I asked.
"Fellatio and Cunnilingus," she explained.
She peered down at my prick, which had become only slightly aroused during
this process.
"Pity about your own reaction - we always like our models to get excited."
"I got worked over too much yesterday," I explained.
"How many times did you come?" asked Jane.
When I told her seven, she whistled softly, and made a note on her
clipboard.
"Excellent!" she said.  "We'll see if we can stabilise you at six a day
straight away, with a view to pushing that up to eight after a few days."

I was quite alarmed at this prospect.  Was I to become nothing but a sex
slave, ejaculating to order at any time night or day?

"Move on to the cunt, now, please," said Jane, and I slid the chair along a
few inches.  I was tempted to say I hadn't noticed Clive about the place,
but thought better of it.  Jane pressed another button, and I parted the
lips, and started licking the artificial clitoris furiously, sometimes
rolling it lightly between my teeth.  It swelled slowly, and as I moved my
tongue up, it slid easily into the vagina, where I worked it in and out
until it was quite exhausted.

"Even better!" beamed Jane.  "The machine was on the verge of reaching an
orgasm.  And I notice you, too, felt the effects of that," she added,
glancing at my prick again, which was now almost erect.

"That's fine," she said, making a few notes on her clipboard.  I stood up
and turned around, and realised everyone in the gym was looking at me.
"Tut, tut!" muttered Jane, "You're losing it," and in front of them all
proceeded to stroke my prick to bring it back to hardness, before re-tying
the pink bow round it.
"OK!  Let's go find Captain Flint!" she said, and led me out of the gym.

As we entered the Punishment Room, it appeared quite crowded.  As well as
Irene and Harold, there was Clive, Captain Flint, Nder, and another
character I hadn't met before.  They were all fully dressed, making me feel
even more exposed.
"Take your shoes off!" barked Flint.  "I will have you naked, completely
naked, for the duration of the entire test programme."
As I bent down to remove my trainers, he flicked his thin cane up lightly
between my legs, tapping the underside of my balls.

"Stand between the beams!" ordered Flint, and I went over and stood between
the two uprights, legs apart and arms above my head, waiting for them to
strap me to them.
"Now," said Flint, "I'll explain the procedure.  Your acceptance of
punishment is being tested today.  Various painful and humiliating things
will be done to you.  You will not be restrained.  You must keep yourself in
that restrained position voluntarily, thus accepting your punishment
willingly."

"But I may not be able to help myself," I protested.
"As an incentive," said Flint, "in the event that you move your hands or
feet from their present positions for longer than five seconds, you will be
held down and beaten, and then, continuing to be held down, you will be
masturbated to ejaculation by one or more of those present in the room,
before returning to your present position."
"I'll stand here and take it!" I smiled, thinly, gritting my teeth.
"Don't be too sure!" sneered Flint.  "I've a set programme of punishments
here that you are to undergo, and will undergo, if it takes us twenty four
hours.  And there are seven of us here waiting for our turn to toss you off.
  My last subject went round the onlookers twice before his ordeal was over.
  And it took over an hour to make him come for the fourteenth time.  But
come he did.  He was begging to be let off.  He would have run, had he not
been firmly restrained during the masturbation process."

I gulped.  I was beginning to feel distinctly alarmed at the turn of events.

Flint addressed me again.
"For the first item on the agenda, let me introduce you to Prince Loo."
So that was what he was calling the unknown onlooker.  A hunky man in his
thirties, very good looking, and under those close looking as if he was
concealing rippling muscles and an impressive package.  He was standing
there in bare feet.

"Prince is going to strip in front of you.  At each stage you will describe
what you see.  If, during the proceedings, you get a hard on, you will be
beaten and masturbated by Prince.  He enjoys doing this, so it will be in
his interests to arouse you.  Off you go, Prince!"

So I stood there, pretending to be restrained, and Prince slowly unzipped
his tight trousers, lowering them provocatively, and slipped them off,
revealing an equally tight pair of tangas, his attractively large prick
outlined, straining against the thin material that was holding it in.  His
close fitting T-shirt didn't quite reach down to the waistband, revealing a
small amount of midriff.

"Describe!" intoned Flint.
"I see two beautiful legs, and at the top a tight white cotton slip covers a
luscious looking penis, which I can't wait to be revealed!" I said.
"Excellent description!" beamed Flint.  I soon realised why he was beaming.
I had got so carried away, my prick was showing the initial signs of
enlargement.

Next, Prince pulled his T-shirt over his head, and stood there in just his
tight, skimpy, tangas.  His muscular chest and firm abdomen led the eye
naturally to that which had not been revealed.  I notched up a little, and
related what I saw.

Prince came over closer to me, and, pushing his covered package against my
own naked genitals, lightly stroked the cheeks of my bum.  I had halfway to
a hard on, I thought, but I couldn't quite tell as I daren't move my hands
to check.  Prince moved away again, so that I could see him clearly.

Prince then stood in a similar posture to myself, feet wide apart, and arms
raised.  Irene and Jane wriggled up to him, and each ran a hand over the
front of his underpants.  I could see the bulge enlarging, as was my own.
Jane's hand went down inside, and had a feel around, and soon Prince had a
complete erection that could not entirely be held within the tangas.  The
head of his penis appeared above the waistband.

With no further warning, each girl produced a pair of scissors and snipped
through the narrow sides of his waistband, and his pants dropped instantly
to the floor, revealing a huge erect cock.  He wriggled over to me, and
rubbed his prick against mine.  By the time he stood back, my own erection
was as firm as his.

"The dirty bastard has got a hard on!" screamed Flint.  "Beat him!"
Four pairs of hands came from nowhere, and before I knew it I was bent over
a chair, and my arse was being smacked with a wooden paddle.  It stung.
Before I could protest I was turned over, and lifted on to a massage table,
restrained manually by wrists and ankles, while the naked Prince came over
and played with me.  He had hardly applied more than a couple of stroked to
my scrotum, when I exploded with pent-up excitement.
"I'm coming!" I gasped.
Prince's mouth quickly wrapped itself around my member, and not a drop was
spilled.

Harold's role had been reversed for the day, for when Prince had finished
with me, he cleaned me with a medicated wipe - a routine he normally carried
out before my climax.

"Back to your position!" barked Flint.
I could have done with a five minute break at this point, but there was to
be no let up.
Prince put his clothes back on, and I wnet and stood between the two beams.

"Now for Nder!" chuckled Flint.  "You hurt him considerably yesterday, when
he was unable to move.  Now it is his turn to hurt you, but he has the
decency and chivalry to allow you to suffer unrestrained!"

Nder took off his outer garments, revealing a tight pair of leather briefs
and a leather waistcoat.  He held up a nice fresh stinging nettle, and waved
it in front of my face, grinning fiendishly.  He wandered round behind me,
and I was waiting for a sting on my behind.  Nothing happened.  I started
getting nervous.  And then I felt the sting on  my balls - he had slid it
between my legs, and was brushing the underside of my scrotum, and lazily
drifted it up to lightly brush along my perineum.

I winced.  I couldn't stand much more of this.  Soon Nder returned to face
me, and was handed a fresh nettle by Flint.  This he proceeded to
comprehensively cover the whole surface area of my prick.  I faltered, and
my hands instinctively moved to cover my genitals to protect them.

"Beat him!" screamed Flint, and once more I was severely paddled on my bare,
stinging arse.  Then they had me on the table again.
"My turn!" insisted Nder.

It took a little longer this time, but not much.  Nder was an expert at
erotic zones and timing, and within four minutes I was gasping again.
"Aaaah!  I'm coming!" I shouted.
Once again Prince's mouth enveloped my prick, and took the load.

Before long I was back in position, sweating, and wondering what was coming
next.
"Coffee break!" called Harold, and they all sat down at the 'staff' table in
the corner of the room.  I went over and joined them.

"Not you!" bellowed Flint.  "Beat him again!"
The paddling was the least of my worries - they were just about to force an
ejaculation out of me for the third time in an hour.  And they did.  Flint
himself took the driving seat this time, and had some work to do, as I was
somewhat wank drunk by now.  He was quite skilful, and managed to bring me
to erection within ten minutes, whereupon the tip of his tongue running
lightly along the crease that ran up and down the underside of my shaft,
produced an ejaculation within another couple of minutes.  This time it was
allowed to spurt all over my belly as the others gathered round and watched.

I was feeling drained.  And it was only just gone eleven in the morning!  I
stumbled back to the beams, and spread myself open to view again.

"A bit of deep humiliation, now, I think!" beamed Flint, rubbing his hands
together enthusiastically.  He turned to Irene and Jane.
"March him down to the staff recreation room!"
Jane and Irene each took hold of one of my arms and wheeled me, still stark
naked, out of the punishment room, out of the training suite, and into the
main entrance lobby of the studios, where they paused.  The lobby was busy
with people were coming in and out going on their daily business.  Most did
a double take, and hesitated while they took a good stare at me, before
passing through.

When the rest of the entourage had caught up with us, I was wheeled along a
corridor, and into the staff rest and recreation room.  It was fairly busy,
with a couple of dozen people, from secretarial staff to cleaners, sitting
having their morning coffee.  Flint and Nder moved a couple of tables away
from the centre of the floor, where Irene and Jane released me.  The
occupants of the room sat up with a great deal of interest, their eyes
popping nearly popping out of their heads.

Nder and Prince restrained me by wrapping their arms round each of my upper
arms, while Harold and Clive held my feet firmly, some four feet apart.
Irene and Jane started working their hands gently around my bollocks, ever
so lightly, a caress here, a gently squeeze there, until they had succeeded
in creating yet another erection in my well used prick, for all the staff to
see.  Then I was forced to the ground, and ordered to kneel.  Nder stood in
front of me, and removed his leather briefs, revealing a huge black cock as
hard as iron.  He moved closer to me, and teased it across my lips.
"Lick it all over!" he ordered, and I did as I was told, finally taking the
head into my mouth, and thoroughly scrubbing it with my tongue.

He withdrew, and walked round behind me.  Suddenly my shoulders were forced
to the ground, and my knees dragged apart, so that my arsehole was
completely open to view.

I was released.
"Don't dare to move!" hissed Flint, in his most threatening tone.
"What now?" I wondered.
Soon I felt a couple of fingers smearing jelly all around the opening, and
up and down the length of my crack. How humiliating!  I was obviously being
prepared for rape, apparently but not actually voluntarily, in front of all
these people!  I cringed with embarrassment.

Before long the jelly massage of my arsehole and crack ceased, and I felt
the length of Nder's penis lying in the crack, sliding back and forth,
lubricating itself on the jelly.  Soon, the movement of its head slowed and
concentrated on the potential aperture.  Then it rested, and gently nudged
its way in, ever so slowly, until a good three inches of Nder's cock was
inside me.  Simultaneously, I felt a licking sensation on my prick.  Prince
had slid himself under me, and was giving me a blow job as Nder rhythmically
slid his cock in and out of my arse.  They were certainly a skilled double
act.  I could feel Nder coming at the very instant I came inside Prince's
mouth.

Prince and Nder withdrew, and I was forced to my feet, and held open to the
view of the audience, for a few minutes, whilst they watched my cock
dripping while my hard on subsided.  Then I was marched back to the
punishment room, and told to have a shower.

"After your shower, rest until we've had lunch!" said Flint, generously.
"The best is still to come!"


			   To be continued ....