Elliot was already regretting having even tried to start a new chapter in his life. He had started working out at a gym in hopes of getting more positive attention at his workplace, where he was the only male among dozens of attractive female colleagues. Elliot was more than ready to go back to square one, that was being ignored as a representative of the male sex altogether. More than anything, he wanted to be invisible again.
For some men getting tied up, nudified and abused by four hot, athletic girls would have been a dream come true. Even if it had involved some forcibly taken nude photos shared with other girls - probably as hot as the captors. Or a video of his naked body streamed live to his colleagues. None of this would have mattered to those guys who loved to show themselves around anyway on Tinder and private messages. But for Elliot this was a sheer nightmare. He had always had an extremely small penis, but after having accepted the fact that he would never have real sex with a real woman (except in his dreams) he was not too worried about it. Nobody would ever need to know.
Elliot was writhing alone naked in a booth of the girls' shower room in a big but - at these hours - deserted sports center. His wrists had been tied to a water pipe above him with the sports center's white towels and his ankles had been spread apart and towel-cuffed to the shower booth's side walls. His nearly nonexistent muscles were so exhausted from the workout, that despite all the squirming he had not managed to loosen up the knots. The best he could hope for was that a cleaning lady or a staff member would stop by and check that the locker rooms were in shape before the rush hours. He had been gagged with a pair of dirty panties that used to belong to one of his captors, held in place with yet another towel tied firmly around his head, so he was not able to call for help. Nor would he dare to, because he was not sure if the girls had left the locker room. The last thing he'd want was them to come back. Now he was only relieved to be left alone, although he couldn't avoid worrying about who would eventually find him. His shower booth's curtain being closed didn't comfort him much, for whoever that would march here naked and open it would probably get scared out of her mind. And that would mean yet another shitstorm for him.
Being here in this position was not the only concern racing through his mind at the moment. He had been utterly humiliated in front of his colleagues, and he was not sure how he could ever again show his face at the office. His self-esteem was already put to the test every day, but at least he had been mostly ignored so far, as long as he did his job. But now, his tiny penis would be the daily subject at least between the five ladies from the meeting. And Elliot was certain that wouldn't be left at that. Every day he could hear his colleagues gossiping about subjects they were clearly not supposed to be talking about. He knew exactly how many sexual partners each of them had had during the time he had been working with them, and how the guys (and girls) had performed. Usually it wasn't pretty. His boss Lisa - who luckily hadn't been at the meeting - was the only exception to this. She was always acting professionally.
Suddenly the shower room's door opened and the room was filled with heated conversation between several women.
"What the fuck?!"
"I'm gonna punch that pervert in the balls so long that they will fall off! How about that?"
"Woooo, go girl!"
Judging from all the additional background chatter of which he couldn't make out, there must have been at least ten of them.
"Uh uh, no way! You gotta leave something for me too," someone said. "And my mighty knee kicks," she added in a sharp tone and laughed in unison with the others.
"Maybe we should just take turns kicking his nuts, so nobody's left without," said someone with an exaggeratedly rational tone, considering what she was proposing.
Elliot's whole body tensed. Any moment someone would pull the curtain and he'd be in trouble. He could hear showers being turned on, as the girls kept sharing their violent fantasies about what they would do to him (it was obvious they were talking about him). The voices felt like they were coming from the other end of the room and he thought he'd be safe for now, until a sudden sight of a hand grabbing his curtain made his heart feel like it had decided to stop, in hopes of being able to freeze the frame and rewind those fingers back to where they came from.
"I wonder if he's still here," someone said from the background. "She only told me they had seen someone perving around in the showers, but that was it."
The curtain opened a few inches and a face appeared staring at him right in the eyes. The girl had brown eyes and a dark hair was framing her face. She looked startled, as if she was seeing a tooth fairy that existed after all.
"Hey girls, let's check all the showers just in case!" someone shouted at the other side of the room.
His eyes took a short glance at the room behind the girl and immediately returned to staring at her, seeking for mercy. Nobody else had seen him yet.
The girl turned to look at the direction of the voice. Elliot noticed she was wearing one of the white towels that he had already become way too familiar with. Most of her hair was braided tightly together, except for the tresses coming down from her temples. She took another look at him with one eyebrow lifted. Elliot realized this would be his only chance, shook his head and tried to look as pathetic as possible. The latter was easy, given his situation.
The girl appeared to consider for a moment, eyeing him with a smirk, but eventually relented and called out, "No one here!"
Elliot let out a sigh of relief through his nostrils and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened his eyes, he noticed she had closed the curtain and was curiously reading the text written on his stomach. One of the captors had labeled him with a screaming-red "I WAS CAUGHT SPYING" text.
"So I've heard," she said in a low voice and smiled cunningly, flashing her glowing white teeth that made a contrast with her tanned skin.
She took a step backwards towards the curtain and started to scan his whole body. Elliot had been so concentrated on the fear of getting caught, that he had almost forgotten he was still naked. After being soaked with cold water he had suffered from the worst shrimp effect of his entire life. The cold had already subsided and even his member had come to life again. But now that her eyes started exploring him, he could feel his manhood beginning to hide again. Elliot closed his eyes and lowered his head, shaking it in disbelief. As if the earlier humiliation had not been enough, this time it felt even more personal with her being here alone with him.
"Looks like that thing won't be causing any real danger," she said quietly, staring down at his crotch. "Will you be a good boy or do I need to scream?" she asked and turned her gaze at his eyes demandingly.
Elliot looked at her and nodded his head.
"That's what I thought," the girl said and winked at him.
She turned her eyes away from his face, looking upwards, and then downwards, visually checking his bonds, and stopped for a moment to ponder. The wait felt excruciatingly long to Elliot, who was still not sure what the girl was up to, but finally she gave a shrug, like saying to herself "well, why the hell not". She turned around ignoring him, took off her towel and threw it on top of the curtain rail. Elliot watched in awe at the slender, tanned shoulders and back of this mysterious stranger, whose intentions were a blur.
She turned around just enough to reach behind his back, started the shower and turned back facing the curtain. Elliot flinched as the water started to stream down in front of him, wetting his front hair and the front half of his body. She unbraided her nearly black hair and reversed a bit towards him so that the water stream reached the back of her head. Elliot was not sure what her definition of "being a good boy" consisted of, but he was pretty sure he'd be better off staying out of her way.
Elliot tried to go back against the rear wall, but the shower valve was already hitting his back. The girl kept coming closer while rubbing her wet hair that formed a pitch-black, narrowing stream reaching all the way on her buttocks. Her ass was so close, that it was softly touching the area above his penis. The warm water was guided by her buttocks directly on his now involuntarily stiffening member. Every now and then she tilted her head backwards, making her hair ends brush against the shaft of his penis. Elliot knew she was doing it on purpose, but in this situation showing any kind of sexual activity would probably only work against him. He didn't want to appear as the pervert she thought he was. After all, she could call for a roomful of female martial artists any minute, and him having an erection while this girl was showering herself would definitely not look good. But there was very little he could do to prevent it. After all that shivering the warm water felt heavenly, and watching her sexy, athletic rear side made him only try to guess what kind of majestic features lied on the front side.
