I was sitting at my post thumbing though a Playboy, when out of the corner of eye I saw camera six shut down. I gave the monitors a little tap and suddenly camera five went to fuzz. One through four quickly followed. I rolled my chair back to get up when I felt something push against the back of my head.
“Don’t bother getting up, Rambo.” A cool calm feminine voice hissed.
She then noticed my reading material sitting in front of me.
“Looks like you might already be up.” She sneered with a slight laugh. “Ok Willy Wanker, listen and listen carefully. I have a nine millimeter with a silencer pointed at the back of your skull. I could splatter your brains all over your nudie mag there and no one would be the wiser. So, if you want to live to jerk off another day, you will do what you’re told, when you’re told, no questions asked. GOT IT?!”
I nodded.
“Good. Now stand up, and don’t even think about hitting that silent alarm button under your desk or you’re a dead man.”
I did as I was told and slowly stood.
“Put your hands on that wall over there and spread your legs.”
She quickly grabbed my gun out of its holster.
“Do you have any other hidden weapons on you that I should know about, Killer?”
I shook my head.
“Well, we’ll see about that. Without turning around, slowly take off your shirt and throw it in the corner.”
Again I did as I was told and slowly removed my shirt and gave it a toss.
“Good, now take off your shoes and pants.”
Being robbed was frightening enough, but this was taking it to a whole new level. My heart pounded as I removed my shoes, undid my pants and let them fall to the floor.
“Now take off your boxers.”
I paused for just a second, and I heard the cocking of a trigger. As humiliating as it was have to strip and expose myself to a girl at gun point, I knew I had no alterative. Down went my boxers.
“Now, put your hands behind your back.”
I felt handcuffs slap on my wrists, leaving me trapped and completely vulnerable.
“Now stand still I’m going to blind fold you.”
All of a sudden everything went black, my vision extinguished.
“Turn around and let us have a look.”
I held my breath and turned around.
“Holy fuck! That thing is so fucking tiny,” squealed one of the girls.
“That’s the saddest excuse for a dick I’ve ever seen,” said the leader.
“No wonder he carries such a big gun he‘s trying to compensate for his utter lack of manhood.”
“You call yourself a night watchman? From where I’m standing you look more like a night watchgirl.”
Every comment was followed by a peal of laughter and it was even worse than I had thought. There were at least three different voices I heard mocking and laughing at me. I was so scared and humiliated that my little guy was probably shriveled up like a tiny acorn.
I let out a whimper when I felt something cold brush against my balls. Then it touched my penis. Slowly, it circled the head and teasing the underside of my dick. I had a pretty good idea of what was toying with my member, regardless I felt my stub begin to throb.
“Oh my god is he getting a boner!?” One of the girls yelled followed by more laughter.
It was true and out of my control. In no time I was at my full just under four inch mass. I couldn’t blame the little guy, it was the most action he had experienced in some time. The cold mass rested itself under the length my hard on as if it were holding it up.
“Wow, you sure have a pathetic dick. I know a little pervert like you measures it all the time to see if it has grown any, so I want you to tell us exactly how small it is. Keep in mind we may be holding a ruler to it, and if you lie we might just blast your little thing right off.”
I swallowed hard and whispered, “Just under four inches.”
The girls giggled and one of them said, “I didn’t catch that dime roll, say it again and say it again, louder.”
“My dick is just under four inches.”
They all roared, “Your dick? I don’t see any dicks in this room, I only see one sad little cocktail weenie.”
Any ounce of pride I had left, was now gone. These girls had reinforced and confirmed all the insecurities I struggled with all my life with their brutal honesty. To spite all this, my “cocktail weenie” could still cut diamonds.
With out warning, the blindfold was removed revealing my assailants. As I had thought, there were three of them. They all had on black skin tight body suits that hugged their sexy curves. Their faces where covered with black ski masks that had red V’s on the forehead.
Two of them stood in front of me only a few feet away. One of them was holding the gun that was pointed at my privates, the other was holding a camcorder. Just when I thought it could get no worse, this whole humiliating experience was being recorded. The leader was standing beside me. I gazed down at my object of ridicule and saw that it was my own gun placed under it.
She began to slowly slide the gun alongside my hard on, and it felt amazing. Apparently the joy was written all over my crimson face.
“It looks like the little pervert is getting off on this.” The girl holding the camcorder sneered.
“You’re fucking pathetic, loser.” The girl pointing the gun at me added.
“You like having your little weenie rubbed by this big manly rod, don’t you.” The girl with my gun teasingly said.
With out thinking I nodded.
“You know what the only thing your minuscule prick has in common with the big, thick long rod? They both look like they could go off any second.”
She was right. As the girls started a new round of laughter, I splashed my load all over my gun.
“I don’t fucking believe it, you actually fucking came. Did you get that?”
“Oh I got it all right.” The girl with the camera answered.
“Ok, loser. Now open up and say AHH. Zoom in on his face.”
I fought back the tears and opened wide.
“Now suck it, fagot.”
I took the barrel into my mouth tasting the bitterness of my own sperm and the steel of the gun.
“Suck it clean fagot, like a good little bitch.”
The girls laughed and jeered as I sucked and licked the gun clean of my cum.
“Ok girls, you know what to do. I’ll finish up here.” The girl holding my now shiny pistol at me instructed.
The two were still laughing as they gathered my clothes and left.
“Ok funboy, this is how it’s going to go down. We have done our homework and will leave here with what we came for; without anyone knowing we were here. The only hitch to our plan is you. We could just kill you, but that would be messy. So, maybe you could just never tell anyone about our visit here tonight. As an extra incentive, if you keep our little secret, we will keep your little secret and make sure that recording we made tonight never gets into the wrong hands. Do we have a deal?”
As if I had an option, I agreed to her proposal.
“I will leave the keys to the cuffs here on your desk, stand right there and count to sixty-nine. When you reach sixty-nine you may use the keys to free yourself, your clothes will be in a stall in the women’s bathroom on the second floor. Count slow, we may check in on you before we leave. If your aren’t standing right there like a good boy, as hard a target as it may be, I will blow your little dick right off. Close your eyes and start counting.”
I counted to three hundred before I even open my eyes. It took me about a half an hour to get the cuffs off. Walking thought the halls and up to the second floor naked was the icing on top of the humiliation I had endured tonight. There, in a stall of the ladies’ room was my clothes stacked in a pile with my gun on top along with a note that read, “Don‘t forget about our LITTLE secret.”