Suffering Males Part Seven

The first of the women guests for the evening began to arrive, as you would expect rugby fans to be they were rather large and somewhat intimidating. Indeed I reckon some of them probably played the game. Harry greeted each of the arrivals; their coats were taken by a boy wearing even less than we were. He had on only corset, frilly panties, heels and stockings. He curtsied to each of the disdainful women before taking their coats to the cloakroom, usually with an encouraging slap to his behind from one or more of the arriving guests.

To my horror I saw George coming through the door together with her friend who had taken advantage of me at the office a few days ago. They both smirked as the saw me.

“Well well little sally all ready to serve us again.” George said.

“And dressed ready for it ” Her friend laughingly said. She reached out and without warning squeezed one of my nipples, which without the benefit of a bra were clearly visible through the thin material of my dress. I jumped and gave a little squeal, but they laughed and moved on through to join the other guests.

Crystal and I were also subjected to the normal physical groping and verbal fun, as we dispensed the refreshments. Our short skirts were flipped up and even though we were holding trays some of the women stood behind us and fondled our breasts and nipples thrusting their crotches in to our bottoms. . We could do nothing but endure and wonder what the rest of the evening held.

We were kept very busy, there were about twenty guests in total and they had arrived sometime before the match was to be screened.

By the time they sat down, they were very merry and we had not stopped dispensing the drinks and food. Crystal and my dresses had been tucked into our panties by some of the women, exposing the naked cheeks of our bottoms and the narrow string of our thongs, much to their amusement. Our bottoms were also red from the gropes and slaps we had been subjected to. We were allowed no rest, as we still had to serve the seated women. No matter how we tried, placing their drinks on the low tables, could only be done by exposing plenty of flesh. Whether we bent at the waist straight legged or bent our knees in a form of curtsey, the sight of our attempts to preserve some dignity caused even more merriment and touching and fondling. I have to confess I was becoming  quite aroused, my nipples were hard and my little peenie was straining against its restraint from the attention however humiliating and degrading I was receiving.

The match was quite exciting I think .The women were very loud shouting for their teams. Arms were waved and a general excitement and frenzy was obviously gripping them. I don’t understand Rugby or any rough games really; it just looked like thirty sweaty dirty women racing around in a muddy field. But the women in the audience were obviously enjoying it. I couldn’t help wondering what would happen when the match ended. The women’s consumption of alcohol was unabated and women, drink and scantily clad males usually ended up in trouble for the males.

Suffering Males Part Six

I spent a long time getting ready for the shift at the club and I thought I looked really good.

My face was heavily made up and Paula had laced me really tight in to my corset, causing my breasts to be pushed up and nipping my waist in so that it was really tiny.

My black lace topped stockings were attached to the six suspenders on the corset pulling them up tightly.

I had chosen to wear a flimsy thong which tied at the sides the back of it sitting snugly between the cheeks of my arse.

So there I was teetering precariously on my highest heels, wearing a maid’s dress that displayed my cleavage and was so short that flared out by the net petticoats it barely covered my stocking tops and the slightest movement exposed them and my thong. As usual my little peenie was encased in lace and pulled back between my legs.

With Paula’s assurance that I looked great I stood at my front door waiting for the taxi that the three of us were sharing.

Dressed as I and the other two boys were, there was no way w would get to the club unmolested by predatory females, so we had decided we would share a taxi and avoid the normal abuse boys got.

I heard the beep of the horn of the taxi. Time to go, female taxi drivers did not like to be kept waiting. I opened the door and made my way down the steps. As soon as I stepped out, the breeze lifted my skirt forcing me to hold it down as I walked. The waiting taxi driver’s eyes were on my legs as she opened the cab door. The other two boys Ruby and Crystal had already in the cab. As I got in the driver’s hand groped my bottom, causing me to sit quickly without trying to smooth my skirts. They were so short anyway that it would not have made any difference, even so the cold leather of the seat on my naked bottom and thighs made be squirm a bit.

Ruby and Crystal were both dressed as I was, so the driver in her mirror had a view of our nylon clad legs right up to he top, the short skirts doing nothing to hide our modesty.

The journey to the club was quite short and unusually, when we arrived, the driver got out to open the door and let us out. The fact that this gave her an opportunity to get a closer look at our legs and undies as we struggled to get out of the vehicle with some modesty had nothing to do with it.

Harry opened the door after keeping us waiting for what seemed an age. Our costumes had already attracted the attention of passing females but it had been harmless if somewhat degrading.

“Well done.” Harry said. “You look really hot. Now remember you are here to serve and if my guests are pleased there may be a bonus for you.”

With that we were given our instructions for the evening.

I was positioned with a tray of drinks by the door with Crystal who held a tray of canapés. We stood  nervously teetering on our heels, our skirts flared out legs tightly together waiting for our customers.

Suffering Males Part 5

Im addition to my secretary job, I also had a part time job working in a bar. Pay for males whatever their job was extremwly low and I needed the extra to survive.
The bar was owned by a woman called Harry.
Like all women she had roving hands which was something we barboys had to accept as we could not afford to lose our job.
In addition to Harry, the female customers also were more than ready to grope and abuse us. Some nights my bottom was bright red from the gropes and slaps administered to it.
As part of the conditions of our employment, we were required to wear very short skirts or dresses and high heels and stockings which made us very vunerable to groping hands and of course the constant need to bend or lean over exposed our lacy stocking tops to the amusement and excitement of the customers and to the humiliation of ourselves.
What is it about women that the sight of nylon covered male thigh and frilly undies excites them so.
As the bar closed at the end of one night Harry ordered me and two of the other boys to stay.
"On friday night we are hosting a Ladies Evening to watch the Rugby." She said.
I had seen that a big screen had been installed in the bar. Now I knew why.
She continued. "You three will serve for the night, and just to make it more entertaining for the guests, Ive got you some new costumes."
She produced some pink satin french maid costumes. They were extremely low cut at the front, which would ensure our boobs were well displayed,with a very short skirt flared almost horizontally by fluffy petticoats.
They would ensure that there would be plenty of our flesh on display and an evening of humiliation faced us.
"Take them home and wear them to come here on Friday." Harry instructed.
Wear your sexiest thong,a corst to push your boobs up, stockings and no bra."
"Any questions?"
We looked at each other horrified.Wearing the outfits in the bar would be bad enough, but having to travel to work in them would be awfull. It was summer and to hot to wear a top coat. We all walked to the bar and would be exposed to all sorts of possible violation wearing these outfits.
Ruby one of the other boys put her hand up.
"Can't we change here please Harry?" She said."you know what the streets are like for us boys."
"I want you here ready to work by 6.30. That's when the guests are arriving." If you don't want to work there are plenty of others who will."
Harry was oviously in no mood for argument. "Club together and get a taxi now stop wingeing and get off home. See you on Friday." We were dismissed.
The three of us walked home together for safety, running the gauntlet of the shouts and whistles from the gangs of drunken women out late looking for boys to abuse.
I got home safely and started to think about the coming evening on Friday.
The women would get very drunk and wearing the required costumes we would be totally at their mercy. I could only hope that there would be nothing worse than groping and verbal humiliation.

Suffering Males Part 4

I am employed as a secretary in an office. Along with all the other secretaries I am required to be at my desk early and immaculately turned out both in dress and make up.
My office supervisor is George a very strict lady with wandering hands. All the senior executives are of course women who treat us lowly males as you would expect.
I addition to typing skills I also have to take dictation and be available for any other tasks my bosses might decide.
I frequently have to serve coffee or tea to them when they have meetings or when they have visitors from other companies.
The other day George summoned me to her office another lady was present a visitor from a customer.
The women looked me over as I stood submissively before them.
I was dressed as normal in a very short dress.Underneath I had on a pretty pink lacey bra with a matching thong and black tights.
My peenie was encased in a pink frilly sleeve covering my band. My 4" heels completed my outfit.
My face was carefully made up and I was wearing my brightest red lipstick.
The woman slipped her hand under my skirt and caresses my bum befotre pulling me over her lap.
George stood and pulled the blinds of her office down.
The woman had pulled my dress up and proceeded to spank me hard.
In vain I struggled. kicking my legs but I was held firmly
Eventually I was pushed to my knees before her, she undid her trousers and pulled my face into her pussy.
"Suck bitch." She ordered
Rather than face further spanking I did as I was ordered tonguing her feeling George gloating over my predicament.
Eventually I felt her shudder as she orgasamed pushing me away.
I could feel my peenie, begging for release, locked painfully in its band.
But that was not allowed I was there for the woman's pleasure not my own.
"Feel better now Harry." George asked.
"Much better thanks," She replied,
"Thankyou sweetie." She smiled at me. "Go fix your makeup."
With that I was dismissed,

Once a Month

As an unattached male, I was required once a month to report to the local Ministry of Men office to be milked. If I were married or in the service of a woman this would not be necessary as my sexual release would then be in the hands of my husband or employer.An unnattached male was required at all times to wear a cock ring locked on to our peenies which prevented ejaculation.However the ring also prevented out peenies becoming erect and could therefor be painfull.The regular taking of female hormone tablets reduced the desires of our peenies to swell and also aided the development of our breasts which made us attractive to women.
Once a month I reported for my milking along with about a dozen other single males.
After registering we were escorted to a room similar to a hospital ward by two domineering women. We were ordered to take off all our clothes and then lie on boards which at the end had two poles from which were suspended stirrups.
It was so embarrasing to be naked in front of the other guys and especially the two rather bossy women who were dealing with us
Each of us had our legs parted and ankles strapped in the stirrups by the women, before they unlocked the padlock securing our cock rings, leaving our private bits exposed and vunerable. As the women secured us they lost no opportunity to grope us and make some lewd comments about our male bits.
A tube was attached to our peenies so we were hooked up like cows in a milking parlour. When we were all prepared power was switched on and the tubes began vibrating causing us to have erections and cum very quickly, even after we had all cum, the machines were kept running in some cases causing futher ejectulation until we were milked dry. The women released us and herded us in to a communal shower where in close proximity to each other we cleansed ourselves. The shower was small so it was not possible to avoid our naked bodies touching much to the amusement of our two guardians who were able to view us through a glass screen.
Finally our cock rings were replaced and we were allowed to dress and refresh our make up before being sent off with appointments to return in four weeks time.
The dominance of women was so complete that we males never thought of questioning why we were treated in this way obedience and subjugation was our normal way of life

Suffering Males Part 3

The gang surrounded me, one stood behind me and pulled my hands behind my back holding them with one hand while her othr hand went under my flared skirt and caressed my bum. The girls were all laughing at my predicament knowing I was at their mercy.
Because of the tight cock restraint that all males had to wear, I along with the rest of the male population regularly took hormone pills. This had the desirable effect of reducing the size of our penises and any erections that occured were more bearable.
The pill however had the effect giving us breasts with nipples that were extremely sensitive and although we did not often have erections our penises although small were highly sensitive.
The girls knew this of course and I was in the middle of a gang that were all groping me and new how to arouse me to the point that I would do anything they wanted
I was soon sobbing with humiliatin as they mercilessly forced me to the ground with my skirt around my waist hopelessly in their power.
The leader dropped her trousers and lowered herself on to my face forcing me to please her with my tongue. Another girl's hand was between by legs playing with my peenie. my thong now being around my ankles.
I think all the girls used my tongue I lost track of how long my ordeal lasted there was just a blur of female bodies lowering themswelves on to my face and my tongue pleasuring there most intimate parts.
My need for release was ignored,I longed to cum but they knew how to bring me to the brink then cruelly deny me
Eventually they swaggered off,taking my thong as a trophy leaving me lying on the ground dishevelled and totally humiliated.
I fnally composed myself struggled up and made my way home to my apartment where I collapsed in to the arms of my flatmate Paula.
Such is life for those unlucky enough to be born male

Suffering Males Part2

I walked on quickly, my stilletto heels clicking on the pavement.
As a male I was very much a second class member of society. hundreds of years ago some major transformation had changed the world. Females had become stronger and more powerful and, so the history books tell us, males had become subjugated almost slaves to the superior females.
So here I am made up and dressed in the classic male way to please my female superiors.
I have no rights and am conditioned to serve and obey women.
Men are not allowed by law to wear trousers at any time and the law requires that our little peenies must be restrained at all times. The keys to single males restraining devices held by the local department for male affairs. This department has offices in every town. Once a month I and every other single male have to report to a female supervisor who ensures my monthly milking cycle is carried out.
It is a humiliating process. Naked I have to stand in a line with other males. Our peenies are attached to a tube which is electrically controlled to vibrate until we have been drained of all our semen buit up over the month.We are left with very sore peenies.
If a male is a wife or in the service of a suitable female then they hold the key to their release.
Males hold no postions of responsibility in Society, carrying out only jobs that are menial and require little thought.
We are also subjected to constant harrassment and humiliation but in some ways just accept that it is part of being a man.
At work in the bar, I accept that I am going to have female hands caressing me under my skirt, that my bottom will be pinched and squeezed and I will often be pulled on to the lap of a drunken woman who will use me whether I like it or not.
As I turned off the main road into a dark side road I saw a gang of about six women in front of me. They turned as they heard my heels,
I sighed to myself at the thought of the coming torment.