Age 19 and just started working as general labourer in a factory in Lancashire in the early 90s.
On the Friday of my first week, the Foreman told me with a grin that I'd be working in the Punch Room. I had a reputation of being a bit cheeky, bordering on lippy, though I could be a bit bashful & prudish on sexual matters.
When I got there, I saw it was all ladies from 20s to early 60s but mostly 40s and 50s. I did a lot of swimming back then, and was nice and buff. As I walked in, tight white t-shirt, work pants and trainers, I got a few wolf whistles and one of the older ladies, Madge, (50s), to general laughter, slapped me on the arse, and saw me blush. I feigned laughing it off and carried on. I knew most of the ladies from my youth and all of them at least by sight.
By 3pm tea-break, I noticed quite a few guys from the Tool Room had gathered at the edge of the Punch Room, though none of them actually came in. Thinking little of it, I turned to see a group of the women walking towards me, thinking they were going to the loo or for a ciggie. I carried on til I'd just passed them, when I saw another group walking towards me but they stopped right in front of me with big lascivious smiles spread across their faces. Turning round, out of instinct, I saw the first group of ladies also smiling broadly like crocodiles before their prey. I was surrounded.
To cheers from all the women & spectating blokes, I was grabbed, lifted onto a nearby large cutting table and the ladies, led by Madge, her sister, Maggie, late 40s, Maggie's daughters, Chrissy, & Glenys, (20s), and Maggie's daughter, Denise (18), they began rapaciously to strip me. In an instant my trainers and t-shirt were off & chucked aside. They all made mock bad smell gestures and Glenys said, 'You men and yer whiffy feet.' I was clean but it added to the humiliation.
They were all 5 foot nothing but tough Northern women. Expert hands, that had done this, so many times, swiftly undid trouser buttons, zip and trouser legs were pulled until yanked off completely to great cheers and my kecks were thrown in the air. Apparently, all young men and any new guys, however young or old, were given the works. Appraising their work, the ladies made fun of my bright red briefs and were laughing at me in nowt but me undercrackers and black work socks.
While they were laughing, I broke free and tried to bolt for the door, but the ladies, now cock-hungry, were having none of it and gave chase. All the blokes, at a careful distance, were laughing at me running for my dignity and life, shouting, 'Go on girls'. When I got to the door, the gaffer, in bulk laughing, pushed me back. Panicking, I ran towards a gantry and started to shimmy up to escape, but Chrissy jumped up and grabbed the waistband of me undies, to expose my arse, and all to laughter & cheers. She hung on until she yanked them off and brandished them over her head in triumph to much mirth and applause. The ladies noticed I wasn't completely naked and laughed even more when they saw, that, as well as me black socks, I was wearing a black posing pouch. Chrissie shouted up at me, 'You bloody cheat. I'm 'avin that, mate, as a souvenir.' More laughter.
I could only hold onto the gantry for so long until I felt myself, sliding down inevitably towards my fate into eager waiting hands to the cheers of the spectators. Swamped and overpowered, I was carried by arms and legs & placed on the table. Horned up, but still very red-faced, one of my bollocks was peeking out of the pouch and the ladies tickled it gleefully. Chrissie jumped up & straddled me, and I got a peek of her black tights & panties, as she triumphantly ripped of the pouch exposing my rock-hard member to cheers. I'd never been so hard. Madge handed Chrissy a tape measure, which she applied and declared 'Its 7" long and 5" round, which was received by groans of mock disappointment. Madge returned with a camera & took a dick pick, which was to go on the ladies "Willy board", celebrating past debaggings and which they used to guess/recall whose dick & balls it was. So many men, so many dicks...
Maggie, then said, "Let's finish him off". While Chrissie started to play with my bellend and started wanking, Maggie & Madge started greasing my cock & nuts. The women were laughing uproariously but the men spectators were beginning to take it more seriously, part wishing they were getting the treatment.
After a few minutes of terrific wanking, with my balls tickled, I was like putty. The ladies were now encouraging me, 'Go on, lad, enjoy it.' As I got closer, and while I was looking up her skirt thinking of her wet pussy, Chrissie ramped up the pace, and, with Glenys & Denise burying my face in their titties, in moments, my cum was sprayed allover to the cheers of all the spectators. Bless her, as Chrissie carried on tossing me as beautiful torture for a minute after I'd jizzed. Fearing they might be grabbed, some of the men slunk away after the happy ending but some stayed, again at a safe distance, to enjoy the after-show.
Given a minute or two to recover, Maggie came back, and, taking control of me privates again, proceeded to cover them in boot black with a stiff shoe brush. It was delightfully painful and the ladies all whooped with delight at my blackened cock & balls. Glenys had been to the loo and removed her crotchless, black frilly panties and rubbed them in my face. She then put them on me as the ladies blindfolded me and gaffer-taped me to an office chair and wheeled me out of the building & not far from the fence just by a busy road in nowt but manly socks and crotchless lady panties for all the world to see.
Maggie, Madge, Chrissy, Glenys and Denise stayed with me and called out to the office girls who all came to have a look and a laugh. Madge invited them to have a little feel of me privates, me not knowing, who was looking at or touching me wedding takle. She said laughing, 'Go on girls, have a little feel. It won't bite you. It might spit again with a little bit o' coaxing.'
Maggie added, 'Job done, girls. That's put the cheeky little sod in his place." Laughing, the 5 ladies went back to their benches and carried on with their working day. It was just another day in the (feared) notorious Punch Room. Ding, dong, another schlong.
