This is a story about a wimpish man that accidentally enters the girls' shower after workout and gets extorted, bound and humiliated by a bunch of fitness girls. He gets an unexpected video call from a work meeting he was supposed to be in, and is forced to answer it while being teased by his capturers.
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Elliot was a man in his mid-thirties working in the finance department of a company focused on women's fashion. He had always considered himself lucky to receive such a well-paid job, even though it was obvious that he was the "quota male" of the company. He was not one of those guys you could describe as particularly masculine. In the opposite, his colleagues seemed to treat him as "one of the girls", which felt a bit humiliating and could also lead to awkward situations like at the previous summer's camping trip. Elliot had shared a tent (that was way too small for starters) with five female colleagues, so he had no privacy whatsoever when changing clothes and taking care of his personal hygiene, whereas the women didn't seem to even remember there was a man in the tent. During the next couple of weeks he had been having a permanent blush at the office.
As much as Elliot liked his job and wanted to blend in, it had started to bother him, that even though his position provided him probably the best chances to pick up good-looking chicks of his age and younger, he was not considered as a serious option when it came to any kind of sexual interaction. Elliot had always been skinny, and probably because of that and the fact that he couldn't grow any facial hair, he looked a lot younger than his real age. Most women - or should we say girls - at the office were ten years younger than him, but whenever a new employee started in the company, they would always first think he was a trainee graduating from high school.
He had been arm wrestling with his low self-esteem for whether it was time to do something about the situation. He had won the latest round and was now finishing his workout at a gym so early in the morning that he managed to avoid rush hours. The gym belonged to one of those big sport centers, but Elliot had carefully picked a place that was practically empty before office hours. There were only some group exercise classes, but those were filled with women, so he could even have the whole men's locker room all for himself.
Now he was already in a hurry. He just needed to shower before driving to the office. The morning would start with a meeting with the board, where he was supposed to give his finances presentation. Elliot came to the locker room and made sure there was nobody else before undressing. He threw his sweaty clothes on the bench in front of his locker, grabbed a clean white towel - on the house - and headed to the shower room that was behind a closed door. He showered as fast as he could and started to towel himself. He heard faintly a girly laughter somewhere. Probably the girls' locker room was right next to the men's, so he could hear them talking through the ventilation. He was almost stepping out from the shower room with his towel on his waist, when the door opened. His jaw dropped when he saw four girls entering the room, only covered by the center's white towels.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" the tall blonde entering the room first screamed. "Can't you moron read, this is the WOMEN's locker room!"
"I... I thought..."
What the fuck, what the fuck
, thought Elliot in panic. He was pretty sure it had said "men" in the door when they had instructed him there at the front desk. But had he taken the same door when returning from the gym? He should have noticed that his locker doesn't open.
Oh shit!
Elliot remembered. He hadn't even opened his locker. He had just grabbed a towel and headed directly to the shower room. Holy shit, this was so embarrassing!
"You're a little perv aren't you?" the blonde said with an evilish smile and a wink. She took a step closer. She was taller than him, as most women were.
"No, I just..." the words just stuck in Elliot's throat, so embarrassed he was. She took another step. He was not sure if she was going to slap him or something, so he pulled back into his shower booth, but the girls followed him.
"Hold his arms girls!" the blonde said, and before he could do a thing, two of them were holding his wrists firmly on the shower's rear wall above his head. These girls were strong. They could probably use Elliot's weight for bench press warm-up without a problem.
"Nina, bring something to hold his wrists" the blonde told the fourth girl still standing behind her. The petite brunette was almost as startled as Elliot about this turn of events, but did as she was told and ran back to the locker room. In no time she came back with a towel that was used to tie his wrists to the horizontal part of the shower's water pipe above him. Elliot tried to pull his arms free but with zero results. All of his muscles were way too tired from the workout, and these girls seemed to know how to tie a strong knot.
"Come on, th... this isn't funny" Elliot tried to stutter.
"Shut his mouth too!" the blonde told. One of those who had been holding his hands - a Latin girl with a long dark flowy hair reaching her lower back, probably in her mid-twenties as all of them - went to get something and soon came back with a pair of thong-style panties, probably hers. She took them under her towel between her legs and appeared to wipe them once more against her crotch before she stuffed them into Elliot's mouth.
"Selena, you dirty girl!" said the blonde in a surprised tone.
The panties were sweaty and soaked from her juices. Elliot hadn't had much luck with ladies, or actually at all, but he had been fantasizing about touching, seeing or even smelling a real pussy. However, in this situation being forced to taste the pussy of a complete stranger was too much. Elliot tried to spit out the panties, but the blonde put a hand on his mouth. The Latin girl brought a towel that was set on his mouth and tied around his head.
"Mmmmphhh" was the only sound Elliot could make.
"Well well, looks like we have a nice little package here. What should we do with it girls? We can't just let him free, running around and perving in girls' locker rooms, can we?"
"No way" the Latin girl responded. "I think we should teach him to never do it again. What do you think of that?"
"Sounds exciting!" the other one of the wrist holders said. She had a light brown hair and the sexiest smile Elliot had seen, especially when she was clearly getting excited about the situation. She had several piercings on her ears, a ring going through the middle of her lower lip, and one small steel button on the right side of her nose. Her well-trained arms were tattooed all over.
"How about if we see what we're dealing with here?" said the blonde. "This guy must have a massive cock to have the nerve to come here almost naked. Should we take a peek?"
Now Elliot really started to worry. He most definitely didn't have a big cock. In fact, the size of his penis had always been one of the main reasons why he was not very self-confident around girls. Was the blonde just trying to scare him? If this situation was not already embarrassing enough, Elliot couldn't think of anything more embarrassing than being exposed in front of these girls. The mere situation, where he was getting the full attention of girls he'd never dare to approach in any way, was confusing enough. He wished he'd at least have an erection, so he'd look a bit larger, but he was way too nervous to have one.
Almost everybody was now nodding and smiling with their eyes glowing. The blonde approached him and put her finger on his towel. Elliot was trying to seek mercy from the eyes of the petite brunette behind the blonde, who seemed to be the only one weighing if all this was just pure wrong. When the blonde was about to pull the towel off him, the petite girl finally opened her mouth and said: "No!"
The blonde stopped what she was doing and turned to the girl with a question mark on her face. Elliot was utterly relieved and cast a grateful look at his savior. The petite girl said: "I want to do it."
Elliot was stunned. His only refuge was gone. He shook his head in panic, feeling at the same time betrayed and fearful, as the girl came closer, knelt down in front of him so that her face was right on the height of his groin, and started to pull the hem of his towel. There was nothing he could do except to lift his leg and lean it to the other one to hide his dick once the towel would drop. The Latin girl noticed this and knelt down to hold his feet apart. The tattooed girl ran to get two more towels for his feet. She bound each ankle to the legs of the shower booth's walls, right next to the back wall. Now he was completely helpless.
As the petite girl continued slowly pulling the towel, he was hoping his dick would grow a bit before being exposed, but it actually felt as if it was retreating even more the looser the towel came. She was staring forward and waiting for the scene ahead as the towel finally came loose and dropped down on the floor.
The laughter was hysterical. Only the petite girl was not laughing. She was studying his dick closely. In front of her was a one inch long pile of wrinkled foreskin, that stood in an almost horizontal position, even though there was no erection or hardening of any kind. It was surrounded by a thick bush of black hair. That was the only hair growing in his body besides the hair on his head. Elliot would have wanted to explain that his penis was normally at least twice the size it was now, but all he could do was to mumble into his panty gag.
When the laughter of the other girls had subsided, the petite girl on her knees said: "That is one small penis. Can we make it bigger?" she asked with childlike enthusiasm. "I expected to see something", she said in a disappointed tone paired with an exaggerated petted lip.
"I think we can think of something, even though he doesn't really deserve that, a little pervert that he is" answered the blonde. "What about the hair? Can we do something about it? I can't see a thing through all that. And also, now that I think of it, he does actually look like a little boy, his whole body including the shrimp down there, but little boys don't have pubes, do they?"
Elliot realized what was about to happen. He was still so embarrassed he'd like to vanish from the Earth or wake up to find out it had only been a bad dream, but neither happened. His pubic hair was the only thing in his body that belonged to a man, not a little boy. She was right about that. Without his pubes he'd lose the rest of that small amount of masculinity that was still left.
