Suffering Males Part Ten

The evening carried on, the women became drunker and we were worked off our feet. We continued to be constantly molested. At on point I thought I was going to be raped again, a woman stood behind me holding my breasts and squeezing my nipples as she pushed herself into my bottom. I could feel the hardness of her dildo pushing into me; my struggles and squeals seemed to excite her more.

Fortunately she released me with a laugh and a slap on my behind.

Eventually, the women began to tire and start leaving the club. The coat boy, now totally naked helped them with their coats and were all subjected to deep throat kisses and more gropes as they went on their way.

We were left surveying the chaotic state the club had been left in. Harry who showed no concern for the treatment we had been subjected to made us clear the place up. She at least let us put our skimpy costumes back on for what that was worth. With all the bending we had to do to pick up rubbish and generally tidy the place it was impossible not to expose lots of naked or partially clad flesh. At least it was only for Harry’s benefit. She also praised us for what had been in her eyes a very successful night, the bar takings had been great and were each given a small cash bonus. We also new that was a sweetener to keep quiet about what had happened to us.

At last we were done. The coat boy had re clothed in a dress had gone in a taxi. Harry had asked Ruby if he would stay. “To keep me company.”  We knew what that meant.

Crystal and I tried to call a cab but to no avail, it was a busy night and we were left with no alternative but to walk home. We knew we were taking a chance dressed as we were but had no alternative.

We stepped out into the road, a little nervously, hearing the door lock behind us. The street was dark and deserted as we walked along our high heels clicking loudly on the pavement. It was quite chilly and breezy causing our flared petticoats and skirts to rise despite our best efforts to control them. We had a delicious chill on our naked thighs above our stocking tops making us feel even more vulnerable as did knowing that our short skirts were barely covering out stocking tops and at times our panties.

We chatted as we walked, although we both felt we had bee abused and were a bit sore from being so forcibly penetrated, we confessed to each other we had both secretly been aroused and enjoyed the experience.

“If only our rings had been off and we could have cum.” Crystal moaned.

“You know you have to be owned for that to happen.” I laughed.

We heard a car approaching, its headlights illuminating us; it was like being in a spotlight. It halted and I could see the driver was Val and in the passenger seat was George. The passenger door opened blocking our path.

“Want a lift.” George asked smirking as he eyed us up and down. “Come on, we owe you we know we treated you badly earlier on.”

We hesitated, we were still a long way from home our feet were beginning to hurt in our heels and the way we were dressed made us more than vulnerable to any females who might be out and about at this time.

“Okay.” Crystal said. “But no funny business.”

George hopped out and held the rear passenger door open. I got in as dignified as possible, keeping my knees tightly together, conscious of George staring at my nylon covered legs, I felt the cold leather on my naked bottom, which my short skirt failed hopelessly to cover. Without warning George got in beside me leaving Crystal with no alternative but to get in the front.

The car moved off, before we had gone a few yards, I saw Val’s hand drop on to Crystal’s leg and caress it at the same time George’s arm was around me and before I could protest her hand was cupping my right breast.

“How bout we all go back to Val.’s place for a night cap?” “It’s not far.” George said. “And.” She laughed we might find a key for your peenie rings if you are really good.” She tweaked my nipple, which along with the other one had become really hard as she had been caressing my breast

“Oh no.” I thought. We were again in the hands of two of the women who earlier had taken part in molesting and humiliating us. Worse it looked as if they were looking for more fun and there was not a lot we could do about it, also maybe we could have some enjoyment if they really had a key.

Suffering Males Part Nine

I lay across the table bent over at the waist a female hand on my neck restraining me. I kept my legs together conscious of my naked bottom pushed upwards by my high heeled shoes, the suspenders attached to my corset pulling tightly on my lace topped stockings. I was totally helpless as were the other two in a similar position.

I could hear the mob chanting. ”Suck it Suck it.” Val pushed the tip of the dildo into my mouth and I knew what I had to do. Any male knows what to do with a dildo. It is a woman’s ultimate weapon to enforce her dominance over a male. Males came to understand that at a very early stage in their life.

. I felt a hand caress my naked bottom as I sucked...My suspender straps were twanged against my naked thighs I could hear the hysterical laughter of the watching crowd as the three of us sucked the dildo’s, trying to prevent them being pushed down our throats by their owners who pushed their bodies backwards and forwards arousing themselves with each thrust.

The hand caressing my bottom moved lower, sliding between my legs parting them. I could feel my little peenie desperate for release stiffen in its lace glove but my cock ring hopelessly restrained it.

Val pushed the dildo in and out and I sucked and sucked. I realised where it was going to end up and I guessed there would be no other lubrication. If I was going to be impaled with it I may as well make it as pleasurable as I could. Sure enough Val pulled the dildo out of my mouth, only to be replaced by another strap on wearing woman who lost no time in filling my mouth with her dildo.

I felt the tip of presumably Val’s dildo on my bottom. Then it entered me, although agonisingly painful as she pushed it in to its full length and then slowly out and then in increasing with rapidity as it was pumped in and out arousing her with each thrust. Although taking the dildo in this way was painful, it was also very arousing, my little peenie was stiff with desired and would have cum so quickly if not restrained by my cock ring. I writhed with lust, forcing myself back to meet her thrusts and hopefully increase her pleasure.

Val leaned across me, forcing her dildo into me even more, I could feel the passion in her as she pumped and pumped. Her hands grasped my breasts pinching my nipples arousing me even more. I screamed with ecstasy conscious of the jeering laughing women.

Val climaxed suddenly, her grip on my breasts relaxed, I felt her shudder. She roughly pulled the dildo out of me causing me to scream. The dildo in my mouth continued until its owner shuddered as she too came and pulled away from me.

The watching women were still laughing and mocking us as the three of us were pulled back to our feet, shaking we teetered on our heels as half-naked we continued to be subjected to the gropes and taunts of the women as we tried to retrieve our clothes The women taunted us, tossing our dresses and thongs to each other preventing us from getting dressed and covering ourselves however skimpily.

Eventually, we were forced to resume serving the women clad only in corset heels and our lace topped stockings. It felt as if the evening was never going to end. We had been raped humiliated abused and beaten and the evening wasn’t over yet... That was life for men in a modern women’s world

Suffering Males Part Eight

The game on the television finished and  my fears were realised. A pair of hands grabbed me from behind holding my breasts at the same time two other women grabbed my legs and  I was carried to a nearby table where I was dumped on my back. In vain I wriggled trying to keep some dignity, buy my skirt was around my waist  totally exposing me to the laughing women.

Out of th corner of my eye I could see that my colleagues were in a similar predicament. The cloakroom boy was pinned down over the lap of a woman who was spanking him ferociously. Crystal and Ruby were both in the middle of a group of women who were molesting them mercilessly.

My head was pinioned by a pair of trousered legs which I realised belonged to George’s friend. George herself had forced my legs apart and was cruelly groping my restrained peenie.

“Strip the bitch Val.” George said, tightening her hold on me.

I felt the front of my dress being dragged down, at the same time George ripped my thong off me, leaving me dressed only in my corset stockings and heels with my peenie encased in its lacy glove.

I was pulled to my feet, my hands pinioned behind my back and with  Ruby and Crystal who had also had their dresses removed was dragged to the centre of the room surrounded by the drunken and laughing women. We were pushed in to a line, Crystal was at the front, I was in the middle and Ruby behind me. A leash was tied around Crystal’s balls, then pulled between her legs and tied around my balls and then through my legs to be tied around Ruby’s balls.

The women had formed two lines, and led by George holding the leash we were forced to mince down the corridor formed by the women. Every step was awful as the excited women groped and molested our already abused bodies. We pleaded and begged or mercy but to no avail..

Eventually we were flung face down over some tables. We waited for what was going to happen next, terrified we each had a woman holding us down with a hand on our neck. What had already happened was far worse than any of the humiliations we had previously experienced as men.

George’s friend Val stood in front of me two of the other women stood in front of Crystal and Ruby. Encouraged by the rest of the women they unzipped their trousers and revealed they were all wearing a large strap-on.

Of all the humiliations heaped on modern man, to be taken by a woman with a strap on was possibly the worst even though it gave women obvious pleasure and that was our role in the modern world.

Male Life

The role of males in the modern world is quite simple, to provide pleasure for females. So we have to look pretty, always be well made up and dressed attractively.We also have to be prepared to be used by females for their pleasure so our tongues, bottoms, and little peenies are their's for the taking.

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.