4 comments/ 59135 views/ 9 favorites A Pervert's Mistake By: TheDarkCloud I hate my co-workers. No really I despise them ,loathe that I have to share the same office with the three of them, wish that they would all just fuck off and leave me alone. There's Iona, she's what a lonely hearts advert would describe as 'bubbly'. For 'bubbly' read fat, loud, single and very, very annoying. She also has red hair and I like to think of her as the ginger sumo in the corner. Then there's Monica. Again fat, but she has the added disadvantage of being black and is also in your face about it. She's also quick to call you racist if you make any kind of comment, which I have to constantly stop myself from doing. Fucking uppity nigger. And then there's Kev. Who is the most raging homosexual fag you would ever come across. He minces through life and the office and sometimes I think he was just put on this earth to piss me off. So I have to share an office with those three cunts as we work in our sales team. Great! Still I guess if pressed they could come up with some strong opinions about me too. Racist, sexist, homophobic, misogynistic, sarcastic and I'm sure there are some negative ones too. Anyway if you worked with boring fuckers like those three you would either throw yourself into your work or find a useful distraction. I found a distraction. Writing nasty non-consent and incest stories for Literotica at my computer at work. Risky I know, but I was certain I would never be caught, the idiots in our IT department were even bigger losers than my three. But Madame Fate has a habit of being a right fucking bitch sometimes as I was about to find out.... It was a Friday afternoon and both Kev and Monica were on holiday so it was just me and Miss Piggy, Iona. I was bored so was busy writing the last part to my "Gillians Decent" series (really quite a nasty nc story based on Gillian Anderson as a cop in the story getting a hard fucking from just about everybody she encounters) when my phone went and a customer came on with a major complaint. Well for the next few minutes I listened to him cry and moan about our 'inferior' product and in the end I had to go and see the Managing Director about it. By the time I had put the phone down and got up I had forgotten about my story and that was a grave mistake. I eventually came back to my desk and read a couple of e-mails that had come in before I remembered about my story, but when I scrolled down to the bottom of the page I had been on I was greeted with some sentences that I certainly had not read. "HEY PIG I HAD TO USE YOUR MACHINE WHEN MINE FROZE AND GUESS WHAT I FOUND. YOU SICK PERVERT! I'VE COPIED IT AND UNLESS YOU DO AS I TELL YOU FROM NOW ON YOU WILL BE REPORTED AND I'M SURE WILL GET SACKED. ONCE YOU HAVE READ THIS CALL ME SEXY AND CRAWL OVER TO MY DESJK ON YOUR KNEES! IONA. X" I read the words in shock and horrified disbelief. I was completely thrown and could sense the fat bitch watching me with her piggy smile. I didn't know what to say or do and in the end I could see nothing for it but to do what she wanted. On shaky legs I rose and spoke in a trembling voice. "Hey sexy, can I come over?" Her fat lips curled up and she nodded and I dropped to my hands and knees and crossed the floor between our desks until I was kneeling beside her. "I always knew you were a pathetic little wanker Steve, now I have the proof. You really are a sick puppy, you know that? " Right then I wanted to get up and bitch slap the fat dog into next week but I was in control enough to realise that now was not the time. One way or another she had me by the balls and she knew it and she knew that I knew it -- a dangerous situation no doubt. So I just nodded humbly at her assertion and let her continue. "I mean this stuff is sick! This is fucking hardcore stuff, if it got out that you were reading or writing stuff like this at work it would be an automatic dismissal, wouldn't it? And fuck, I wouldn't like your chances of a reference, not when it came out about what a dirty pervert you were." Fuck. She was right. I hated my job but I needed it to pay the bills and in this economic downturn people were being laid off from office right left and centre in the city. My only consolation was that the way Iona was going on it was apparent she had a 'price' for her silence. I mean if she was going to grass me up she could have done it by now. No, as a schemer myself, I can spot a player a mile off and she obviously had something else in her head, whether it was money, or something else she wanted. Seconds later I found out what she wanted and I did not like it one bit. "So I'll show you how I deal with sick puppies like you, get undressed!" I stood there, next to her, dumbfounded at her demand. What was the stupid bitch after? She was not one to be kept waiting though. "Well? What are you waiting for fucker? Either get naked right now or I'll press this button and your gone from here. Make you choice, either way is fine by me!" Fuck I was trapped like a rat and we both knew it. I could see the look on her chubby face, she was just itching to grass me up. This was all happening too fast for me, I had never contemplated my dirty secret being discovered and it had thrown me badly. Before I had even had time to stall any more I was loosening my tie and practically begging her not to do this. It was music to her ears. "You should have thought of that before pervert! Now get them off and let me see what a pathetic little wanker you really are!" I had written stories of weak men being dominated by strong women before but never in my wildest dreamed imagined being in that situation myself. Even more annoyingly I was developing something of a hard on, Christ knows what the fat pig would make of that! I was down to just my boxers before my mind hit gear and I was about to try to bargain my way out of this but before I could open my mouth Iona stuck her hand in the waistband of my short and she jerked them down to my ankles, letting her see my semi hard cock. I'm not massively hung, not bad but nothing out of the ordinary but fatso's reaction made it not seem like that. "My God! How small are you? Talk about a baby carrot!" Then she reached out and grabbed my balls giving them a pretty hard squeeze. "Really got you by the balls you bastard, don't I?" I winced and nodded but I was determined not to let the fat pig see any pain on my face so stayed as stoic as I could. Bad move. She just dug her long fingernails into the soft skin of my scrotum and squeezed all the harder. I could see the grin break out on her chubby face as finally I gasped in agony and asked her to stop. "OK but just remember what's at stake here perv. I think I'll take the weekend to decide what you're going to have to do to ensure your disgusting little hobby doesn't become public knowledge. However, I think as a little show of faith you are going to have to do a couple of things for me. Think you're up to that?" Oh Christ did I want to say no. To tell her to fuck off. My mind boggled at the thought of what the bitch was going to ask me to do. God, I hoped she wasn't going to ask me to eat her out or anything as grotesque as that! What she did ask though was equally as bad. "Right, I want you to get down on your knees and kiss my feet. It's about time you were shown your place in this office!" I guess she was referring to my attitude towards my work colleagues. For a long time now I had pretty much looked on all three as complete wastes of space and not worthy of wasting my time and energy on. They weren't as good as me at the job, weren't paid as much as me and all of us knew it. For the first time I was actually regretting that fact. With nothing further occurring to me and Iona's hand still circling at my crotch I decided discretion was for the best and sank, submissively to my knees beside her chair. She swung round on her chair and what a horrible sight her fat thighs made in a skirt a little too small for them. She used one shoe to lever off the other and then kicked the other one off so I was presented with her fat toes, wiggling and smelling just inches from my face. "Come on! Kiss them, take each toe into you mouth and give it a nice respectful kiss." It was something that I would remember for the rest of my life, a hideous experience and an assault on my senses. But I did it, seeing nothing else for it, I closed my eyes opened my mouth and began to tentatively kiss at her little piggies. It was the most humbling and humiliating experience of my life, degrading myself for that fat pigs amusement, but I did and when I was finished was I was cursing like a sailor in my head. Outwardly I just looked at her praying she would let me go at that. But that was not to be and a mere two minutes later I found myself in an even more concerning position. She had told me to get up when I had finished kissing her disgusting fat feet. And then she had instructed me to walk over to the nearest filing cabinet. It was a tall, thin one of grey metal. She looked hard at it for a moment and then told me to open the third drawer up. Her next words sent a chill down my spine. "Right up on your tip toes and plop that ball sack over the edge of the drawer." Suddenly I could see what she intended to do. "Come on Iona, you don't have to do this, I can....aaaargh!" I did not finish because the fat cow had got up and rammed to drawer closed with a great deal of pleasure. I dropped to my knees, my mouth in a silent howl as a wave of foul nausea washed over me and I lay on my side Iona stepped over my body and announced in the smuggest voice possible that I would be staying late Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of the next week if I wanted her to keep my 'dirty little secret'. I spent a fretful weekend worrying about the situation. I cursed myself for a fool for being caught. Dreamed up ever more convoluted ways that I could get out of the situation that deep down I knew were never going to work. And considered my options if I just quit. Truth was I didn't have options. The horrible fact was that I was going to have to do what Iona wanted of me and trust that she would keep her side of the bargain. I sensed a change in the office from the moment I came in on the Monday morning. Iona was even more smug and self satisfied (and fat) than usual, Monica was sharper than ever and Kev seemed even more gay than normal as he minced from desk to desk. Actually there was a smugness to all of them and although I tried to convince myself otherwise it gradually became apparent that Iona had blabbed what had happened to her friends. I could have murdered her. But they never actually came out and admitted they knew so I was left uncomfortable and uncertain all day. As five o'clock came and went and the building swiftly emptied it was noticeable that all four of us remained. Most unusual as certainly and Kev were rarely in that office any longer than we needed to be. Everyone seemed to be waiting and evidently it was Iona organising things, she left for a minute and came back closing the office door behind her. "Right I make it that is everybody out of here, it's time we got down to the nitty gritty of this situation. John I have to tell you when I said I would keep your dirty little secret I was lying. I told Monica and Kevin, after all there shouldn't be secrets between us, should there?" I silently fumed and stared hard at her. But I knew there was fuck all I could do but sit there and see how this played out. "So here's what I've decided on how to deal with you. Each of us are going to have an hour after work for the next three nights to do what they want with you. For that hour you will do exactly what we tell you while the others get to watch. So are you agreeable to that John?" No I fucking wasn't. But a check of my finances over the weekend had re-confirmed that I could not afford to lose my job and the current economic recession I would really struggle to get another one. This was my only option. I nodded my agreement. I looked around at the three of them and it really hit home how shitty a situation I was in. At the mercy of these three grinning prats who I hated and who hated me was really not good. "So what now?" I asked of Iona, trying to sound non-plussed. "Now, you smarmy bastard, you get undressed and give us all a good laugh. Go on, you can give me your tie once it's off." The irony of me, the writer of so many stories detailing men and women being completely humiliated and degraded being treated like this myself was not lost on me. And frighteningly there were stirrings of arousal in me over my situation, perhaps my stories about masochists had really had an effect on me. Whatever after some huffing and puffing I relented and hauled off my tie handing it to her. Slowly the rest came off and I felt ashamed as my erstwhile colleagues took the opportunity to mock me unmercifully. Anything was apparently fair game. "God, that's quite the paunch you've got there, been behind that desk too long fatso." "How old are those underpants?" "That has got to be the smallest dick I have every laid eyes on. Oh Goad are you turned on by this?" Sadly that last jibe by Iona was true, I was stiffening as I finally removed my boxer shorts, to my eternal shame. While I had been stripping the fat cow had been fiddling with my tie, tying it into a slip knot and once I was standing there in the centre of the office buck naked she came up to me, looped the knot around my balls and pulled it nice and tight. I just let her, my aggressive bravado all but gone. "Looks like you go them by the short and curlies Iona" squealed Kev in delight. The girls exploded in laughter too before Iona gave my tie a hell of a yank that brought me, painfully, to my knees. This seemed to delight them too as did when Iona lift the tie up as high as she could, forcing me tentatively onto my tip-toes. She jerked it down again bringing me back to me knees and thankfully she left me there for the moment. "You know guys, I know you will each get your chance with this pervert over the next couple of nights but I want to involve you in my night of fun too, so lets look around the office and see if we can think of anything we can use on him and or make him do, let's humiliate him in his own office!" Kev picked up a black marker pen from his desk and squealed higher than either of the girls. "Let's write on him, that'd be just too much fun!" The others agreed and before I knew it the squeaky voice prick was writing the words "TINY DICK" on my stomach along with an arrow point down to my crotch. The two women thought that was just hilarious and picked up their own pens and joined in. Iona writing "ASSHOLE" on my right forearm while Monica wrote "COCKSUCKER" on the left. Kev then wrote "FREE ENTRY" and an arrow on my bum while Iona finished things off by writing "DICKHEAD" on my forehead. I didn't do or say anything, what could I do? "Oh my God, Iona! I hope these pens wash off it would be terrible if he had to have that on for ages!" Kev voiced my own fears but I was pretty sure I could wipe it off with plenty scrubbing. "Tell you what Iona, I hate a hairy man and that fucker is well hairy, let's do something about that!" Monica's voice held a contempt for me that I had rarely noticed before and when I saw her brandishing her office scissors I had an icy feeling in the pit of my belly -- especially when she pushed them towards my dick! Fortunately she was not after meat just my pubes and she started hacking at them freely, laughing as the dark curly hairs flew off me to the floor. Iona joined in, getting closer to my balls with the blades than I would have liked and by the end it was a mess. Girls stand back and bend him over that desk, he's been a bad boy and needs a good disciplining" announced the mincing faggot while pinging his ruler in his hand. They pushed me over to the desk and Kev picked up the slack of my tie and pulled on it, tightening it around my nuts while he lashed away at my ass with his plastic ruler. It wasn't just my bum cheeks that were burning as he spanked me, I was so embarrassed. I had always looked at Kev like he was not a real man, that his homosexuality was something to be mocked, looked down on and I had treated him accordingly. Yet here I was beaten and humiliated while he battered my bottom with that ruler. I was ashamed and felt so pathetic, so useless letting them take complete advantage of me like this but what could I do? By the time he relented the other two wanted their shots too and before long my ass cheeks were a bright red colour and it was actually starting to sting. When Iona finally came to a stop they were ready to finish up and go home, their fun over for the night. But not quite Iona had one last task for me. She hauled once again on the tie around my balls bringing me once more to my knees before her and the fat bitch sneered down at me. "You really are a pathetic little wanker, aren't you? So while we get packed up I want you to do what you are and amuse us by having a little wank." I must have looked bemused at her because she was on me in a flash, jerking that tie tight and snarling in my face. "Do I have to spell it out wanker? Take this tie off and while we get ready to go we want to watch you jerk off that tiny little thing you call a cock! You can get dressed and go only once you've cum on the floor, no actually I want you to cum all over your keyboard, lets see you explain your sticky keys to IT!" So while they packed up their stuff and shut off their computers I knelt in the centre of our off, naked and masturbated. Much to their amusement. And, as instructed, once I got near to cumming I stood up and moved over to my desk and finished myself off over my desk, splattering my desk, keyboard and screen in thick, sticky cum. They thought that was hilarious and as I stood there horrified they began to file out of the office, only Monica hanging back at the door to remind me. "It's my turn tomorrow bitch and you'd better be here 'cos I'm gonna make you regret every single time you disrespected me!" * The news that night was filled with stories about the economic downturn, how this was the worst recession in decades and how hard it was for out of work people to get a job. I could only imagine how much harder it would be when you were out of work and without a reference or with your last employer having fired you. Monica was in early the next day and determined to appear as happy as possible. She laughed and joked with everyone but everytime I looked up she had her eyes on me. She made a great show about going out shopping for something special at lunchtime and once she returned she was desperate to let us all see it. Once I had seen it I more than wished I hadn't. It was in a gaudy pink bag that the black bitch delighted in dumping on my desk and demanding that I open it. Iona and Kev seemed to be in on the joke too as they had wide grins plastered on their faces and all there crowded round me as I tentatively picked the bag up. I pulled a long thin white box from the bag and set it on my desk, their grins got wider. I eventually found the flap on the bog and opened it up, revealing a long, black dildo with a crotch harness at the base of it. I knew what is was, I could guess what it was going to be used for but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. Monica could though. "It's a strap on dildo dickhead, and tonight after work I am going to fuck you up the ass with it. Kind of ironic given you are such a fucking asshole to me!" I was extremely quiet that afternoon, although the general mood in the office was very loud and happy. Monica had put the dildo in my drawer as a constant reminded for me and it seemed to be working. Of course I had written quite a few stories where men were fucked in the ass by a woman so it was not an alien concept to me, it was not something I wanted to happen to me though and certainly not at the hands of this crazed bitch. A Pervert's Mistake That afternoon seemed to fly by and all too quickly everyone started to file out of the building for the day. Leaving me with my three eager colleagues. Monica was really enjoying herself today and Iona and Kev took a back seat and watched as the black woman pressed on. "Right asshole, pass me my big, black cock from your drawer. Come on hurry up!" I pulled my drawer open and tentatively lifted the thing up. Surely it was my imagination but it looked longer and wider than when I had put it in a couple of hours earlier. It also felt heavier and I actually physically toiled to force myself across the width of the office to give the damned thing to her. Smirked and used a voice way deeper than her normal one to command me. "Right then, you can just turn around, drop your trousers and pants to your ankles and bend right over your own fucking desk!" Where the hell had my guts gone, my gumption? I just nodded and did as she said, dropping my pants and baring my ass to them as the laughed behind me. I couldn't stop myself looking over my shoulder as Monica pulled her own skirt off, revealing a pair of black panties. She put the harness on the carpet and stepped into it before pulling it up her legs and arranging it at her crotch, the beastly thing pointing at me. And then it dawned on me that this was not only going to be extremely humiliating but that it could hurt too. I guessed pleading and begging was required. "Monica, please, if you are determined to do this.." "Oh I am, believe me, I'm looking forward to it." "OK, but if you do it can you please use something to lubricate it. Please! I can't take something like that without anything, it'll kill me!" She smiled. "Hardly. But it'll hurt like hell I would think -- I hope anyway. Best you're going to get is my spit you bastard and maybe the others, if they are feeling generous!" The mean bitch spat on her fingers and rubbed them around the tip of the dildo. My look must have indicated that I felt this wasn't sufficient as she again spat on her hand and then proceeded to let the other two add their saliva to the mixture as well before coming up behind me and ramming her sticky fingers at my ass, rubbing the spit around my worried, puckered asshole. She leaned forward so the cloying smell of her sickly perfume was unavoidable and whispered in my ear. "I am going to fuck you like the bitch you are. I am going to make you squeal like a little girl and beg me to stop. I am going to make you show all of us what a feeble little sissy you really are so that everytime you are sat at this desk and look over at me you remember how I ass fucked you. Now reach back and pull those ass cheeks apart for me, let me see the target!" I was feeling sick to my stomach and the sad thing was I knew everything she was saying was true, how would I ever be able to face this mob again? Yet there I was bent across my own desk and reaching back with both hands to peel my ass cheeks apart. Monica did not hang about, her spit slick fingers jabbed at my anus, her sharp fingernails and unwanted, harsh invasion. She spread their saliva around my asshole, but we knew it would be scant comfort to me. As I was considering this her hand reached between my legs and squeezed my cock and balls, I wasn't hard but that didn't stop her exclaiming to the others. "He's hard, what did I tell you the sissy will probably enjoy this!" Kev and Iona laughed and urged her on. And then with a harsh thrust and a grunt she had the tip of the dildo just inside my ass. I screwed my face up and gritted my teeth and gripped the edge of my desk as she pushed deeper and deeper. Oh it hurt, and I vowed that when this ordeal was over and these bastards were satisfied I was going to get them back and I was never going to write my erotic fiction at work again. I strained and tried to not make a noise (miserably, it turned out) as that black bitch kept pushing the shaft of her plastic dick deeper into my bowels. Then, suddenly, she pulled back before shoving it back in again, hard. I whimpered and my knees buckled and I tried desperately not to let the blurring of my eyes become tears. I was so emasculated, I was the man of the office, the Alpha male, I wrote misogynist stories where women and gays were helpless and submissive and here I was being fucked like a bitch. Monica was relentless, she had settled into a rhythm, despite the relative dryness of my asshole and was ploughing in and out, pulling on my hair and my balls alternately while Iona and Kev encouraged her, and worst of all I had the knowledge that she could go as long as she wished, it wasn't as if she was going to cum and her dick shrink, was it? As she pounded me from behind, the noise of her plastic dick slapping against my ass cheeks filled the office and I tried to concentrate on everything on my desk to try and get my mind to focus on anything else other than being fucked by this cow. But everything I saw on my desk reminded me of last night and my humiliation with all those items and suddenly it was all too much for me and I let go and began to cry. It was what Monica had been hoping for and she finally relented and eased the plastic cock from my ass so she could turn me around and let the others see my abject misery. On my knees before them and sobbing like a little girl they found great amusement and even more when Monica grabbed me by the hair and instructed me to lick her toy clean. It was my absolute nadir, a filthy, disgusting prospect yet the knowledge that the sooner I did it the sooner this would all be over made me open my mouth and take it in. It was every bit as bad as I thought it would be and I wanted to throw up as the foul stink pervaded my head. "Lick it! Taste your own ass, you prick!" demanded Monica as she began to pump the strap on further into my mouth. As I did what she ordered I felt another part of my mind give way and knew I would never be the same again. When she was finally done with me and removed her licked clean sex toy from me I was left kneeling there pathetically as Kev gave a last warning to me. "If you hated that then just think what you'll think of the real thing tomorrow!" I was left with that thought as the three of my tormentors packed up and left me there, on my knees, desperately needing to wash my mouth out and contemplating the thought of being told to suck that faggots dick the next evening. * My last day of submission got off to a bad start. I arrived in bang on 8:30 to find a hardcore gay porn magazine on my desk, the pages open to a centre spread of one guy sucking another's hard cock. My three colleagues were all sat in their seats with shit eating grins on their faces. I folded the magazine up and handed it back to Kev, saying. "Yours, I suppose?" He smirked and said in his annoyingly high voice. "I hope you were taking notes on how he was swallowing, you'll need it for later." I didn't say anything, just sat at my desk and switched my computer on only to find the bastards had changed the background from it's usual white sports car to that of a naked muscle man in a fireman's outfit. Before I could press another button Kev piped up again. "Leave that on your screen all day Steve, oh and I'm sure you'll like the screensaver I've set up too, I'll let you take them off after five -- if you're a good boy." I spent the day typing e-mails then deleting them because I was making so many mistakes, understandably I was somewhat distracted. The three of them were watching me like vultures watching a dying rabbit. I guess under different circumstances I could have appreciated the sea change in the office dynamics over the past few days, those sheep were now very much wolves to me,and although I hated it bizarrely I was in some sick, perverted way, aroused by it. It was a feeling I had tried to deny but was conscious of and could only explain by thinking that my years of writing my depraved erotica had warped my brain accordingly. Still I was scared of what was going to happen. I knew that if they kept their word then tonight was the last day of my penance and I concentrated on that fact to keep me going. I could not help wonder what they would do to me. I could guess but were my guesses worse than actuality or did I not really know how much they despised me? Kev especially. I had been so hard on him, so superior and homophobic to him. At the same time as the past two night I was ordered to stand in the centre of the room. I anticipated being ordered to strip but had my hand slapped away from my belt by Kev, who seemed to be getting bigger with every minute. He was thin with dyed blonde hair, a squeaky voice and no great presence. I was taller, older and heavier than him but why was I feeling so inferior now? He undressed me himself, with me standing impotently before him, helpless as he did so. His soft hands lingered too long on my bare nipples and too fast as they whipped my trousers to my ankles and began to work their way into the waistband of my boxer shorts. Iona and Monica watched silently at my submission. Before he pulled my boxers down his hand entered them and grabbed my balls, I couldn't even look at them as he massaged them and got the reaction he wanted -- my cock began to stiffen inexorably, so that, when he pulled them down I was hard and seemingly fully aroused by this gay man stripping me. "I think you like that Steve. I think you have protested too much all these months. I think you've been hiding your true feelings behind that bully boy façade of yours. Haven't you?" He gave my balls a hard squeeze and I shook my head, determined not to show them that I was willing in this at all. But I wasn't stopping him, was I? I allowed him to strip me naked in the centre of the office, I allowed him to put his palms on my shoulders and gently push me to my knees before him. Part of my brain screamed out that this was my last chicane to stand up to them but another part accepted my fate and kept me on my knees obediently. "You know what to do Steve, let's see who the real "faggot cock sucker" is in this office, shall we?" God, I remembered calling him that under my breath just a couple of weeks ago, how humiliating this all was. And yes I did know what he, they, wanted me to do and I decided to just go ahead and get this over with, spurred on by the thought that after today, hopefully, I was free from the threat they held over me. I looked up at both Iona and Monica to see their disgusting smiles and then concentrated on Kev's zipper. My hands shook as I pulled it down and fished inside her trousers for his stiff cock, I nearly passed out as I pulled it out and held it in my right hand and had it literally inches from my face. I was transfixed and for a minute did not do anything but stare at it. His high pitched voice broke my daze. "Big, isn't it? Up close like that. Much bigger than your pathetic little thing. Still, never mind, it's not the size of these things, it's what you do with it. And what I want you to do with yours is start wanking it off, keep going no matter what else you have to do but you'd better not cum unless I say so." I gulped and reluctantly began to play with my stiffening dick. "Good, now you can kiss the tip of my cock." I found myself leaning forward, pursing my lip and brushing them against his straining penis head. As they did a camera went off and I turned my head to see Iona poised with a digital camera. "That one's a keeper!" she exclaimed. I found my head dragged back towards Kev's dick. "Forget about them and concentrate on pleasing me! Call that a kiss! Hopeless! Let's see if you suck it any better." My mind was a mess, how could I be doing this? And yet I was not able to stop it, I continued to play with my cock as I opened my mouth and tentatively placed my lips over Kev's cock and began to suck at it. The three of them were delighted, this was my ultimate humiliation, never again could I look at them or treat them with disdain. Without warning Kev thrust his hips forward violently, plunging almost the length of his cock into my mouth, its tip banging into the back of my throat and making me gag. I coughed and spluttered and backed away from him so his dick dropped from my lips, trails of saliva hanging from it and from my mouth. "That wasn't very good was it?" demanded Kev as he stepped up to me and began swiping his dick at my face, effectively whipping my cheeks with his hard dick. "Let's try again shall we? And this time you keep it in your mouth until I say so, understand?" I shot him a look but I guess that only amused him more as he shoved his dick into my mouth again and started to face fuck me hard, his hairy balls slapping noisily against my chin as his wiry pubic hair tickled at my nose. The sensation was awful, the smell, the taste just the knowledge of what I was doing made me want to vomit. But I didn't I kept on wanking myself and let my gay colleague abuse my mouth. "I'm about ready to pop! Girls what do you reckon in his mouth or over his face?" "Oh his face!" "Yes, all over it, cover that bastard in your cum!" He plucked his dick from my lips, pushed my head back and squeezed his dick all in one fluid motion. I was able to watch his cum explode from his cock and head straight for me, hitting my right cheek first then more spurts hitting my nose, mouth and eyes. It was hideous, feeling his thick spunk against my skin and it slowly slide down. And I looked up through cum blurred vision at the three of them chuckling at the state I was in. They didn't wait any longer, Iona and Monica had lengths of thick rope which they tied ankle to wrist on both flanks of me. I barely managed to protest, I was beaten. "I know I promised to fuck that ass of yours just like Monica did but you know what I've changed my mind, who knows what I'd catch up there? But I'll not disappoint you Stevie boy, I've got something else to stick up there, see!" To my horror he was wielding a long handled mop, aiming the handle end at me. Now I struggled, now I shuffled and tried to escape all to no end as the two girls held me down while Kev inserted the rounded wooden handle right into my ass. It hurt like hell as he pushed it in, I was dry and they certainly didn't lube it. But even so soon it was in far enough that it would not come out without a good pull. And then they packed up and left me like that, cum all over my face, my cock nice and erect and with a mop stuck up my asshole. "Hopefully that will teach you a lesson you disgusting pervert, don't worry I'm sure the cleaner women will be around in a couple of hours, I'm sure they'll release you then!" squealed Iona as the three of them left me there....