My SPH Humiliation in front of Female Colleagues
By George F.
I also got help from two lower-risk, well-behaved inmates, Kev and Craig. I was starting to struggle to manage them, though, as I wasn’t assertive enough, and instead of telling them off for smoking, I grassed them up. When they found out it was me, they threatened me, and one day, when I least expected it, they took their revenge.
With help from another inmate, they jumped on me, and I heard Kevin say, “Right, let’s get all his clothes off, let’s get him naked!”
With this, I started to panic. I wasn’t the most well-endowed. I mean, I’m not talking micro penis or anything, but I was no bigger than 4.5 inches erect, and even worse, flaccid. There were 4 women inc Gemma, who worked on site, and all were quite attractive, so all I could think about was how I really didn’t want them to see my winky or my balls. There was Christy, who was 48 and my boss. Christy was a brunette and relatively attractive for her age. Then there was Laura, who was the same age as a supervisor and me from block C. A very attractive brunette who used to go on and on about her wealthy fiancé; then there was Chloe, a Welfare Assistant who was a couple of years younger than me. She was lovely – wife material. She was calm, friendly, had a heart of gold, and was pretty. She was blonde, a little curvy, and had a really big pair of boobies.
I desperately tried to stop them, but they were too strong. I felt so powerless as they had gotten me down to my pants and started gaffer taping my hands to a pipe. Although I still had my underwear on, I knew pretty soon they would be coming off, and so I had come to the realisation some of these women soon might get to see me naked. Sure enough, they took off my last piece of modesty.
They started teasing me, “Right, we’re gonna start sending the girls one by one! This will give them a surprise… Let’s hope they don’t mind small cocks, ey, George!”
They all started laughing.
“This will teach you to grass on us – enjoy your humiliation.”
I started to beg. “Please not this, anything just not this. I’ll do anything!” I really didn’t want my female colleagues to see how big my lunchbox was, but they just laughed and walked off.
The door closed automatically behind them, so I was at least hidden from view. It was nearly the end of the day, so my tactic was to stay hidden and hope they would go home, then try to make myself known to the Caretaker, which would be a risk, as the two female cleaners might find me before he was about.
After an hour in there, there was a knock at the door. Oh God, it was Laura! She knocked on the door. “Gemma? George?, you in there?”
I stayed quiet, but then I noticed the door handle coming down, so I quickly yelled: “Don’t come in!”
“I just need the post, George,” she asked.
“Come back later, not now! Please just don’t come in!” I begged.
She disappeared; it had worked!
Ten minutes later, though, I could hear her heels; she was back! This time she barges in, my instinct is to cover my privates with my hands, but of course I can’t move them an inch as they’re taped so hard. I try to move to one side to take my package out of view so she can’t see it.
She put her hands over her mouth and stood in shock. I panicked. “Get out, Laura! Please, just don’t look!” Suddenly, she just burst out laughing! “Stop laughing, it’s not funny!” I shouted.
“How the hell did you send up like this!?” she asked.
“Just hurry up and untie me!” I replied.
She went and grabbed the scissors. She started trying to uncut the tape, and I couldn’t even make eye contact with her; I just stared at the floor, my face bright red. I felt so humiliated. I then plucked up the courage to ask, “You’ve not… You’ve not looked at it, have you?”
Hoping she might have decided not to look. “Of course, it’s only natural I would have a peek at your manly bits, George. How could I not even have a glance at it!?”
And she smiled when she looked down at it, then returned eye contact with me. Oh God, I was thinking as I knew she had looked and was forming an opinion on it. Without looking at me this time, she carried on trying to unfree me and remarked: “I have had some weird days at work, but this probably tops the lot – seeing a Manager’s penis – that definitely wasn’t on my bingo card!”
I felt so powerless as I stood there, not able to move, while she ultimately had control over whether she untied me and could look at my private parts as much as she wanted. It felt so unfair, as she had all her clothes on. If the roles were reversed, I would feel so lucky to be in that position, seeing a gorgeous female colleague tied up completely naked in front of me, but no, it was just my luck that it was me who was happening to.
“It’s ok, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, you just happen to be in a VERY SMALL amount of bother!”
She burst into laughter, and I started to get really angry. “Oh, just hurry up and cut me free!”
She then paused for a moment. “This is quite a predicament you’re in here… Nude… Tied up… A winky that you wouldn’t want any female colleagues to see… I mean, I could untie you, or I could go and get Chloe, Gemma, and Christy and bring them over!”
“Oh no, Laura, please, I’m begging!”
“Good. OK, what’s it worth?”
I had to agree to give my bonus for that year, and she made me transfer the money there and then. She did it on her mobile, while I had to give her all my login details. It seemed to take her ages, but she did it, and still there was no sign of Chloe, Gemma, or Christy.
She started trying to cut me free again. It seemed to be taking for ages, and I was starting to get frustrated. “Come on, Laura, just hurry up!”
I really wanted to get free and get dressed before any more women came along and saw me naked. I was getting more and more frustrated, so she started to bite back at me, “Just keep still, George, I can’t do it with you fidgeting all the time. Just be patient, George, it’s not my fault, all of this! It’s not my fault I have got to see your willy, and it’s certainly not my fault it’s on the small side.”
I was speechless now.
I then asked, “I take it Kev and Craig have been locked up again now?”
Confused, she replied, “No, they were the ones who sent me over here.”
Oh no, so that meant they were probably going to send Christy, Chloe, and Gemma over any minute!
She genuinely couldn’t cut me free, and so we needed to think of something else. I was starting to really fret now, though, as we both stood there thinking; her eyes kept glancing down towards my winky. “Stop looking at it!” I shouted.
She giggled. “I can’t help it, George. It keeps staring at me!”
She told me to stay calm and that she would look for some shears or a saw. She assured me she would lock the door, and, of course, she did. She seemed to be gone longer than expected, and I got really fidgety as I grew more and more desperate.
Now I can hear some heels outside the door, but it’s not Laura…it’s Chloe. Probably the girl I least wanted to see like this. It’s fine, though, as I remember Laura locked the door. But then, suddenly, I hear some keys rattling, the door unlocking. How’s that happening, I think? Where did she get the keys? But she doesn’t open the door. “George, are you in there?”
She started knocking. I think she realized there was. CCTV was overlooking the door, so she knew she couldn’t just enter my office even with the keys. I did my best just to stay quiet and pretend I wasn’t in there after my tactic of trying to scare Laura away last time didn’t work. I had nearly gotten away with it all of a sudden when I pulled my heel back, and I knocked over a box behind my legs, which then hit a trash can.
The noise was horrendous and seemed to vibrate on for ages. My heart sank, knowing that if she were still close, she would come flying through the door. I was just begging in my head, please don’t come in, please don’t come in. Sure enough, she opened the door to see what the noise was. Again couldn’t make eye contact with her. I could see she looked a bit embarrassed by the situation out of the corner of my eye.
“Oh my God, George, are you OK!? What was that noise!?”
I couldn’t even find my voice to say anything, knowing she had probably, by now, seen and noticed how little my todger was. As I said, she had a heart of gold, and Chloe would genuinely try to help me. She wouldn’t try to take advantage of me as Laura did.
She grabbed the scissors and got straight to work, but had the same issue as Laura, of course. I finally found my voice. “Laura has already tried, and she’s gone to find something bigger and sharper!” Chloe stood there, and you could tell she was trying to come up with a solution. “I know – there’s that big bread knife in the staff kitchen, I could grab that!”
The door opened again, and yet again it wasn’t Laura – it was Christy and Gemma opening the door… FFS! They were shocked and speechless. Laura then came rushing back through the door. I guess she had tried to stop them coming in, but it was far too late. She mimed the words I’m sorry to me. Worst of all, she came back empty-handed as she couldn’t find any tools.
“Don’t look, please just turnaround!” I begged.
As if that was going to happen! If it were the other way round, I definitely would have had a peek at Christy’s pussy. They both burst out laughing. Christy piped up, “Come on, George, don’t be naive, of course we’re gonna have a peek down there, and yes, we can see that you seem to have a little problem!” They all burst out laughing, including Chloe, who now obviously agreed with them.
Gemma then added to my misery. “George, you know you’re not supposed to show a woman you’re willy, don’t you!?”
I told them to stop fucking about and sort Craig and Kevin out. Well, Kevin and Craig have truly got their revenge on me now. They managed to make sure all the women on site that day – my Manager, a member of my team, a girl I potentially fancied, and additional colleague Laura all got to see my penis and my balls.
Christy, Chloe, and Gemma headed back to sort Kevin and Craig out. I was now getting furious. “You did that on purpose! You gave them the keys!”
She claimed they fell out of her pocket.
“You couldn’t care less, could you, that I’m here tied up nude and you think it’s just one big joke! Imagine if this were the other way round, and a female staff member was tied up with her vagina exposed to men. I mean, HR would be involved, probably even the police would be called! But as it’s not your dignity on the line, you’re acting without a care in the world!”
She just continued to look unapologetic.
With that, my day got even worse as the cleaners, Daniella and Domina, came through the door, Daniella with her rubber gloves on and Domina pulling Henry the Hoover along. Daniella was in her early 50s, blonde with a massive pair of tits. Domino was from Warsaw, and about my age; she had dark hair and was quite attractive. Domina didn’t speak much English, and she looked a bit embarrassed by the whole situation.
Daniella, though you could tell, was also enjoying this rare situation. With that, Chloe came back with the knife. “Can I please just be untied!” I shouted.
Laura came and patted me on the cheek while she spoke in a seductive voice, “Shame you’ve already transferred that money to me, hey? What a bad day it’s turned out to be for you. All your female colleagues seeing your little willy and paying me £2000 for the pleasure of it!” She smirked.
“£2000!?” Daniella and Chloe both questioned.
At the same time, Laura and I both turned to them and said simultaneously, “Don’t worry!”
Just as Chloe handed Laura the knife and she started to walk towards me, there was another girl at the door. It was Laura’s friend Katy who was here to pick her up, as they were going out to dinner after work. I hadn’t met Katy before, but just my luck, she was a gorgeous brunette.
“What the hell is going on here, then!?”
All the girls laughed again. “I told you I would be out shortly, Katy,” Laura replied.
“Sozza, but you were taking ages… Is this what you lot do all day here!” she joked.
I looked at Laura, “For fuck’s sake, Laura!”
Laura was in hysterics. Laura finally cut me free. “There you go, now go put your cock away, George!”
She slapped my bum as I walked off as well. I quickly covered my bits with my hands and ran to pick up my clothes, which I’m not sure why I covered them when they had all seen everything by then anyway. I got my pants on as quickly as I could, and, weirdly, they just still stood there, talking and occasionally looking at me, which was odd.
All the women teased me, and they would occasionally remind me they had all seen my todger. When new women started, they would often tell them about what they saw that day, too.
The End.
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