Suresh entered the office on Friday. It was the second Friday since his office nudity had started. As usual, he walked along with Pari and Sneha. The walk from his apartment – and, it was a mark of how submissive he was, that even in his mind, he automatically corrected it to Pari’s apartment – to office was the only time of the day he was allowed to wear clothes. He once tried to walk slowly just to keep his clothes on for as long as possible. Pari gave him such a death stare that, if she had ordered him he would have stripped off on the road itself. Still, as he walked inside, he still felt the deep shame.

He knew he could never get used to this. It was not possible. He knew they expected him to silently disrobe the moment he reached his desk and he knew he would never dare disobey. So, when he reached his desk, the other two stood on either side of him watching him contemptuously. Suresh took a deep breath. He removed his shirt. He had worn the same shirt all week. However, since he wore it only for half hour a day, there was obviously no need to wash it and he wore it today as well. It was a nice shirt, if he said so himself. He was really fond of it, and so, he made the cardinal mistake of looking hopefully at Pari.

Pari slapped him. She had told him there should be zero hesitation and yet, he had looked at her. Pari’s slaps were vicious. And so, Suresh made up his mind. He quickly dispensed his pants and had no hesitation as he removed his underwear. The ritual was already drilled into his head. He had to lock up his clothes, get down on all fours and then offer the key to his superiors. Gowri walked in right at that moment and he knew what would follow. She had jogged 1 kM in the Hot weather, her feet were smelly with sweat. However, Suresh still had to worship it. Smell it, lick it and then massage them with his nose not a foot away, no matter how nauseating. Gowri smiled with glee as she extended her foot. Meanwhile, Pari had picked the key with her feet and was about to leave when he stopped her.

Pari turned around. She was angry that her slave had stopped her. How dare he? However, her vicious expression went out like a light when she saw his eyes.

He was naked, not a stitch on!

Not a single hair to hide behind.

He was down on all fours and at her feet as she stood towering over him, fully clothed.

And yet, when she saw his eyes, she knew he was going to fight her. Not physically, of course, she knew she could take him blindfolded and with both hands tied behind her back and he knew it too. However, she always knew that there was an inner strength that she never reached in him. She had already slept with him so many times and it was something he had demanded. Zero fear. She had wanted to ensure that this side of him was never seen by her colleagues. But today, they were going to.

“Gowri ma’am, I will worship your feet in a minute. Pari, ma’am, I am sorry, but you need to stop slapping me. You are too strong, and sometimes, I get dazed. I don’t know if there are any long-term damages there but yes, I cannot take your slaps. You need to stop that. Right now.”

Gowri whistled. Sheetal whistled as well. She had smacked his naked Ass left, right and centre over the last two weeks but even she had felt earlier that slapping was too harsh. Parimala smiled, lifted him up, kissed him full on the mouth turned him around and sent him with a smack to his Ass right under Gowri’s feet. Gowri, right at that time removed her slippers and Suresh was treated to a particularly nasty smell as he started kissing her feet. He grimaced, and Sheetal, who knew it would happen, had the skipping rope ready and landed it right across his buttocks.Suresh licked, sniffed and worshipped Gowri’s feet for nearly half hour and, as everyday, he was near to tears by the end. He knew what had happened. Pari had told Gowri not to wash her feet after her jogging. The sweat smell was nauseating him and yet, he could not even grimace as Sheetal was standing right behind him. He would then have to lick her shoes clean. Half hour later, Gowri finally relented and allowed him Free with one last smack on his buttocks. Obviously, he had zero respite as he had to lick Sheetal’s shoes clean next.

Sheetal had, by now, completely forgotten and gotten over her earlier resolution to help him out. She just couldn’t. She just couldn’t look at that naked tush and restrain herself form smacking it silly. And, that cock! Anaconda was the only word for it. The day she saw it, she decided that her husband had no business having Sex with her anymore. She already had two daughters and Sex was already reduced to once in two weeks. Last night, however, she had firmly denied him. He had made a hissy fit over it and she decided she would not let him touch her for the next 3 months. She longed to take this Anaconda into her own mouth, but she knew she never would. Her husband was a worthless piece of trash who earned a tenth of what she did and yet expected her to do a majority of the house chores simply because he was THE MAN! Partly, the blame fell on her as well. She had allowed him to dominate her. She would return the favour soon. However, she now focussed on Suresh. This naked slavery was only for 3.5 more months and she intended to take full advantage of it.

The scene was intoxicating for Sheetal. She always saw it as though she were a third person and even now, after two weeks, it was unbelievable.

She was fully dressed.

Suresh was naked! Not a stitch on. And, he was down on all fours, waiting for her permission to start licking her shoes. And, the only thanks he would get was a series of 4-8 smacks on his butt before she sent him marching to get her Coffee. And, as he would walk, naked, he would wince with every step and his red-Hot Ass would swish on both sides. He would then come back with the Coffee in hand. The giant penis would be fully erect and would be looking forward in a respectful salute. She still remembered the first time he brought her Coffee like this. Like a dope, tried to hide his cock with the mug! As if that was even possible with that gigantic tallywacker! And, he had tried to do it nonchalantly, but Sheetal had picked it up right away.

Her first instinct was to take the mug and then drop the contents on that cock as punishment! The very thought of a naked 22-year old man screaming and clutching his cock brought tears of laughter to her face! However, prudence took over. For one thing, she knew that Sneha would have not only ended the slavery, she might have even sent Sheetal to jail, if not get her fired. And so, she instead told him to kneel in front of her, with his arms behind his head. Suresh complied immediately, while looking ashamedly at her. Sheetal waited until the Coffee temperature dropped slightly, and motioned him to stand up. Suresh complied. She placed the cup against her wrist. The temperature was Hot enough but at the same time, was not scalding. Satisfied, she firmly pressed it against his Cock! Suresh screamed. Sneha asked what was going on and Sheetal explained. Calmly and slowly, as though she had all the time in the world, while their naked slave did all he could to scream in pain while simultaneously standing as motionless as possible so that he wouldn’t lose contact with the Hot coffee cup even though it was what he wanted more than anything in his life. Suresh had learned his lesson and never tried to even make an effort to cover himself with his hands.

And now, here he was, still completely naked and still making a thorough job of licking her shoes clean. She envisioned her husband doing this. By now, she had zero respect for him while she still loved him. Obviously, the two daughters made it tricky, but one thing was for sure. She was going to make him quit his job. It hardly contributed to the household income and his gambling made him have zero savings. They had a maid for cleaning the house, washing the utensils and so on while she did the cooking. By the next four months, all these jobs would go to him while she would enjoy the money saved from not paying them. And, he would be doing all this naked whenever the girls weren’t home. Suresh stopped licking bringing her out of her reverie. Suresh stared at her with fear as she inspected her shoes. The way she inspected them carefully, knowing that she desperately wanted to find a mistake but she never found one never failed to bring in a smug smile on his face. She gave him the thumbs up and he rushed get her Coffee.

Similar routine for the rest of them with some difference. Harshitha ordered him to get on all fours while she drank her coffee. He was her coffee table as she placed the cup right on his back or had both her legs placed on him until she finished even though her desk had enough space for ten mugs. She also gave him a thorough spanking before she started drinking which would mean that his buttocks were red Hot with pain. Invariably, she held her mug on his already stinging Ass and loved his muffled cries of pain. When she finally let him go, he kissed her feet and thanked her for it and went to the others. However, post-lunch, it was work, serious work. Suresh finished lunch at 1:30 PM in the pantry itself and for the next five hours, no one called him for anything. Suresh slogged away like crazy in those five hours. At exactly, 6:30 PM, they would all assemble into the large conf room. The ladies would walk majestically while their naked slave would crawl into it.

“25 jumping jacks!” Suresh would groan in shame and would start. With the first jump itself, the gigantic and fully hard cock would thrash around due to inertia and for the women, this was the funniest thing they could ever think of. They had no idea how they lived without this. Suresh counted out each one as the tears started and he desperately wished he were anywhere else in his life. When he reached 25, they ordered him to continue and he kept doing, not knowing when they were going to stop. When they finally did, he stopped to catch his breath and bent down.

“Lost visual! Lost visual!” Sneha shouted. Suresh groaned and stood up straight. Him bending down had caused them to lose direct vision of his cock and they had told him many times that should never happen. Sneha laughed as she walked forward. Suresh stared at her with fear. She was the kindest to him and yet, here she was, smiling evilly at him, patiently waiting until he turned around so that she could spank him silly for such a small thing. Sneha, on her part, was loving all the emotions he showed. He desperately wanted to beg for her mercy, but if he did, his punishment would only increase. Still, he couldn’t help himself. Sneha watched triumphantly as his eyes lost the battle and he started begging. “Please, Sneha madam. I am sorry.” Sneha sweetly replied. “You know the rules, naked boy. You begged for my mercy and so, your punishment increases.” She handed him a key. “Go and fetch the hairbrush from my pedestal.” The other women burst out laughing. Suresh, horrified, forgot himself and fell to Sneha’s feet. “Please, madam.” A second later, the stupidity of his action came to him and he started crying. “The skipping rope then, and you are going to crawl and don’t you dare use your hands.”

Crying, Suresh turned around. The women watched with hungry anticipation at the naked 22-year old now crawling away from them. Not one of them had any sympathetic thought. They just found it hilarious and powerful that this 22-year old naked butt was going to be brutally attacked with that skipping rope, and he himself was fetching it by crawling. He returned 2 minutes later with an air of getting it over with the rope firmly in his mouth. Sneha wished that, reflexively, Suresh would try to resist her taking the rope but he didn’t. Oh well.

The ordeal was still not over. As Suresh watched with fear, Sneha took her time. She used her T shirt to wipe his saliva from the rope. Sneha intended to draw this out for as long as possible as her slave watched, openly crying out of fear and shame. She finally got behind him as Suresh looked like hell. And then, thwack! As Suresh jumped forward, Sneha once again reflected on how much she loved the skipping rope. It was versatile. If they were mildly annoyed, they could give simple hits on his balls. Or, if they really wanted to punish him, like they did now, she swung it fully backward and let him have it with all her force and watch him, jump around in pain which would, in turn cause his cock to thrash around. Right now, his buttocks were showing a deep red line which she loved while the other women were treated to the spectacle of their naked slave jumping around while his cock also thrashed around like a caged wild animal. Sneha gave him six thwacks as the women cheered.

Gowri was the first to beckon him after Sneha’s onslaught. Suresh went to her, no longer even trying to hide his tears of pain.

“Cry silently unless you want to start over” Sneha threatened him. Suresh reduced his sounds as he stood in front of Gowri, knowing what was coming next.

“Inspection time!” By now, they had these short commands for every humiliation they put him through. As per the command, Suresh turned around and presented his naked Ass for inspection. Normally, they would caress it with a single finger for some time. Today, however, Gowri dropped all pretence and straightway grabbed it and pinched his Ass. Suresh was treated to a new sharp jolt of pain but, remembering Sneha’s warning, he refrained from screaming. Sneha had the skipping rope raised and ready, expecting him to scream out but was impressed when he didn’t. Gowri twisted and turned, but to no avail as Suresh got more and more used to the pain and whimpered silently. Finally, she told him to stand up and told him to get ready for the competition.

Suresh groaned further but accepted his fate and stood in front of them. Suresh stood waiting as the women prepared themselves. They all had rubber bands and they all had chits of paper. The chits joined to form a small hill in front of him. Each women got some practice shots at first. The competition was, each of them would slingshot those chits at his balls. It was Suresh’s responsibility to hold his rock-hard giant penis against his stomach for the entirety so that the balls would be presented as a proper target to the women. Each women would get ten shots. Shot to the balls were counted as 10 points and shots to anywhere else in his body counted as 5 points. Pari got the first shot. Pari, who had already done this countless times on Suresh had no trouble getting a score of 40. Suresh, who had stood stoically for all that punishment could not help himself and doubled down when she was done. He immediately looked up in fear as he had disobeyed. However, the women generously allowed him to time to rub himself and slightly reduce his pain before the next one.

Sneha took the second turn. The shots landed as though Suresh was a magnet for the paper chits. However, Sneha, through a combination of her hands twitching and also a reluctance to punish her slave even more, landed far less on his balls and scored a 28.

The other women, however, barely had practice tormenting men like this and couldn’t score more than 20. At the end of the competition, Pari victoriously started taking her clothes off to earn her prize of 5 oral organs from the slave. The other women, however, waited until Pari was down to her Bikini and then started protesting. They pointed out that Pari had lots of practice and so, this competition was unfair.

“And, you had to wait until I was in my bikinis to tell me that?” Pari bellowed.

“Oh, yeah. What are you going to do about it, bitch?” Pari, angry went too Suresh. Suresh stood up like.a robot and Pari kneed his groin. Suresh clutched his cock like a lifeline as Pari went back and sat, seething with anger. She didn’t make any attempt to put her clothes back on.

“So, Nivditha, I suppose you won.”

Harshitha retorted immediately. “Are you kidding, we want a do-over.”

“NO, please. NO” Suresh shouted and whimpered. “You have no say in this, naked boy!” Pari bellowed and shut him up. Suresh, crying, went back to his position and the four of them started over. Niveditha won again and Suresh crawled to her and begged her for permission to give her oral orgasms. 1 hour and 15 minutes later, Suresh had given her four orgasms with his tongue. The moment he had done, he fell on the floor crying in agony. The women had whipped his Ass with the skipping rope, sling shot his balls, made him crawl around and as a result, pain radiated from every inch of his body. Pari and Sneha waited for the rest of them to leave and clothed him themselves. They half-supported, half-carried him home.

Once home, he promptly stripped off and got on the bed, still in pain. Pari, stripped naked and got on the bed with him. Sneha stripped down to her bikini and got on the bed as well. The moment he felt their strong arms wrapping him, Suresh broke down and cried in pain. Pari and Sneha held him tight and comforted him. Suresh buried his face in Pari’s breasts and slowly drifted off to sleep.