I work at a private security firm. Before I took the job I had overheard some stories about how the company was famous for 'initiating' new recruits but I had passed them off as rumors. Even so, I was definitely looking over my shoulder a little bit those first few days.
Most of the security guards were men but there were there were 7 women who worked in the main office. Several of the women were in their fourties and already married but there were a few my age, in their twenties. One was this cute brunette named Becky with the classic girl next door look that I quickly developed a crush on.
Anyway, midway through my second week a couple of the guys got a jump on me as I was coming out of the bathroom and before I knew it I was cuffed with a smelly cloth sack over my head. I heard some of the other guys come out from the bathroom behind me and 4 or 5 of them forcibly lead me out back to one of the large storage facilities on site. They took my boots and my gunbelt and handcuffed both my arms to some pipes. I cussed them out, putting up a false bravado, but they just chuckled and I heard them leaving, shutting the heavy metal door behind them.
I was left chained to those pipes for what seemed like forever feeling totally helpless when I finally heard someone coming. Given some time to cool off, I just kept my mouth shut and waited to see what they were going to do to me. The doors clanked open and I heard several people shuffle in. When I could sense they were just a few feet away the stood motionless for several minutes, regarding me. Then one of them giggled. These were the women in the office I suddenly realized and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled.
"Well, well, well . . . What do we have here?" The voice sounded like Jessica, one of the older women, but I couldn't be sure. "Ladies, what are we going to do with this sorry excuse for a man?" Some more giggling and whispering ensued, and I couldn't make out everything.
Then a voice I did recognize cut through the clamour, "Why don't we just strip him!" It was Becky, the one I had a crush on and my heart would have sunk if a sense of ensuing sense of panic didn't take priority.
"Let me go right now!" I tried to demand but the whole lot of them broke into uproarious laughter.
Two of the ladies grabbed either end of my trousers and they were yanked off in moments. Then I felt the cold steel of a pair of scissors against my skin and one of them said, "Now hold very, very still." In moments they had cut off the grey shirt with the company's emblem as well as the white t-shirt I wore underneath and I was left there in just my boxers, starting to shiver.
"Ok really, that's enough now, just let me go, no hard feelings." I said with the little confidence I could muster.
"No hard feelings, really? Becky could you check if he has any hard feelings please?" Suddenly I felt an index finger poke my groin in several spots eliciting some more cheering and catcalling out of the group.
"He feels pretty soft to me, looks like he was telling the truth."
After the laugher died down, someone said, "Ok, ok, let's get on with it." I felt hands on the waistband of my boxers and crossed my lags in what must have been a ridiculous attempt on my part. I felt the scissors against my skin again and my boxers fell to the ground exposing me in front of this increasingly rambunctious group of women.
There was a little more cheering and then I felt them all gathering around me. I had no idea what was coming next until I heard Becky, "Ok ladies, say cheese!" They were taking pictures for souvenirs! How would I ever live this down or face any of them again?
I was convinced my humiliation was complete, but I was wrong. They were all huddling up as close to me as possible to get in the shot. Several had their hands on my back and couple had their hands on my naked ass, using the opportunity to rub and pinch it while the camera clicked away. I could feel my dick start to stiffen and was hoping they didn't notice but a renewed series of lewd catcalls and cheers told me different.
Now my dick was really getting hard and starting to throb and the ladies were getting bolder, several hands were tickling me up and down my inner thighs, brushing up against my balls. There was some more whispering that I couldn't quite make out but I realized they were discussing whether or not to push the envelope and take it a little further.
"Well we can't very well send him back to work with that thing sticking out." Several of the women voiced their agreement and then I felt a finger tip softly tracing a circle on the tip of my penis. It twitched uncontrollably and there was even more laughter and giggling.
"One of you girls hand me my purse, I think I have some KY in it." I recognized the voice was Becky's and realized she was the one with her hand on my cock. It throbbed even harder and then I felt the cool lubricant be applied generously all up and down the shaft. She started stroking, the other women cheering her along and before long I was straining against my bonds already on the edge.
The women must have sensed their fun was not going to last very long because several more took the opportunity to join in. There were hands rubbing my ass, pinching my nipples and cupping my balls. The combination of stimuli was overwhelming and I felt my whole body tense up. Becky must have sensed it was coming and began squeezing and stroking even harder. Within moments I was grunting like an animal and coming for what seemed like forever. The ladies broke into applause and a great deal more laughter. They filed back out of the storage facility and left me there, cum still dripping out of my cock.
One of the guys unlocked the handcuffs an hour later and I just gathered my things and went home. I did go back to work the next day and although every female that worked there flashed me a wicked grin that made my whole body flush, no one ever mentioned the incident ever again. Although I often wonder whatever happened to those pictures, and how many times they get shown on the ladies' drinking nights.
