Photo Strip
Chapter 4 The Canine Conversion
A couple of days after the keep-fit class story, I arrived for my next assignment. This was a daytime shoot, and was starting at 9am sharp. Clive let me in, and led me straight to the theatre, where Geoff was already waiting. A voice said: "Hello, Ian!" I turned to see David and Terry walking in. We were soon joined by Jeannie and Susie.
After a few minutes, Jane entered, and called us to attention. "Sorry, we haven't the luxury of the extensive changing facilities of the health centre," she smiled. "Today you'll have to make do with our small unisex dressing room that goes with this mini-theatre!"
Clive produced his clipboard. "Today we're shooting a story called A Dog's Life. Briefly, the story goes as follows. Jeannie's out in the country walking her dog. It darts out into the road, and is run over by a car driven by Ian, with Terry and Susie as passengers. They leave to phone the police, and when they return to the car, Jeannie is there with David, her husband, and Geoff, her brother. They abduct you, and punish you for running over the dog. For realism, it's best that Susie, Ian, and Terry, don't have details of what is going to happen to you."
"I would remind you, however," warned Jane, "that whatever does happen to you, you must go along with under the terms of your contract."
"Charming!" muttered Terry out of the corner of his mouth.
"We've hired a small house in the country for the shoot, but first could you all get changed into your outfits? Susie, Ian, and Terry please have a shower first," asked Jane. "Why the difference?" I asked. "Your roles require a higher degree of hygiene," was the enigmatic reply.
The dressing room was cramped. There were twelve small lockers, and a shower area in a recess with a smoked glass door. Inside, it was just about big enough for two people. There were body jets on all the walls, at chest and bum heights.. Clive followed us into the dressing room, and gave us a set of costumes each. "We've got a tight schedule," he said. "The three of you showering, please get on with it!"
We opened a locker each and found a clean towel inside. All six of us stripped off and deposited our clothes in our lockers. Terry and I stepped towards the cubicle, our naked bodies brushing against the bare flesh of the other four in various stages of undress in the tight confines of the dressing room. Susie finished stripping last, and wrapped her towel around herself to wait until Terry and I had finished. Clive was having none of it. "Into the shower, Susie! We haven't time for you to hang around waiting.!"
Susie hung her towel on a hook by the shower cubicle, and joined us. The space was so restricted with three of us in there, that we pressed against each other's most intimate parts. Trying to find a position where we could all soap ourselves, we rubbed wetly against each other. Susie decided to make the best of a bad job. She lost no time in filling her hands with gel, and made sure that at least our pricks, balls, and arseholes, were well lathered and squeaky clean.
Taking her lead, Terry and I decided to soap Susie, and our hands were soon fighting for position. I had to make do with massaging the gel into her clitoris, since Terry had eased a couple of fingers into her cunt before I could get any of mine in there.
By the time we had finished soaping each other, not only did Terry and I have a raging hard on, but Susie herself was beginning to groan the more our four hands fondled the area around her cunt and arsehole. "Come on! Don't make a meal of it, you three!" called Clive, and we decided it was time to rinse of and get dressed in our costumes. This was easier than undressing, as the other three had finished dressing and had left the room to be briefed by Jane as to what they were going to do to us.
We dried ourselves, and looked at the costumes, which were not so much costumes, as a set of everyday clothes: lightweight jogging bottoms, T-shirt, briefs, socks, and trainers. All three sets were clean enough, but had seen better days, with fabric that was extremely thin, tatty, and frayed. We put them on, relieved that we were going to be well covered - for the moment, anyway! We joined Jane and the others in the theatre. Jeannie, David, and Geoff, were attired in black leather outfits.
Jane led us to the street outside, where Clive had just arrived in a white van. He opened the back doors and invited the six of us to get in. The floor of the van was covered by a large mattress. There was just about room for the six of us, and Clive drove off, with Jane in the passenger seat. The journey was comfortable enough, and we all lay down in the back and had a doze, letting Clive do the work for a change.
After about half an hour we found ourselves in the country, and soon arrived at a remote, foreboding looking house at the end of a long drive in the middle of nowhere. We piled out of the van, and I helped Clive carry a trunk of equipment into the house. Then we took the van down to the main road, where Clive took some photos of Terry and myself in the front seats of the van, and Jane threw a stuffed dog under the front wheels. Clive took a photo of it with Jeannie, a dog leash in her hand, pointing and looking distraught. Terry and I got out of the van and stood with Susie, feigning an expression of horror at having run over the dog. Then David and Geoff came on the scene, and after a mock fight, put handcuffs on the three of us and bundled us into the van.
"That's set the scene, nicely!" said Jane, apparently satisfied with our work. We went back to the cottage, and Jane put the kettle on. We all sat down and had a coffee and sandwiches from a hamper that Jjane had brought..
After our break, Clive led us out into the back yard. It was about fifteen feet square, and surrounded by a high wall on three sides, with the house on the other Against the side of the house, a set of steps led downwards, presumably to the cellar. I noticed that a number of iron rings were set in one of the walls, and there was a large kennel in the corner.
"OK, put the bonds on them!" Clive said to David and Geoff. David dived into the trunk of props, and produced a number of studded leather straps. He buckled them round our wrists and ankles, and one around our necks. As he finished with each of us, Geoff clipped them to rings in the wall, so that the three of us ended with our arms suspended above our heads, and our legs held apart.
Next came the acting bit, where Jeannie and her henchmen feigned putting the fear of god into us. She did quite well, as we were certainly uneasy about what was going to happen next, and no doubt it showed on the resulting photos. "We'll teach you to run over defenceless animals!" she snarled, now sporting a black leather bra, black leather shorts, and black high-heeled boots. She held a whip in one hand.
She came right up to me and grabbed me by the balls. "I have your fate in the palm of my hand!" she hissed, as Clive got a shot in. She undid the cord of my fraying jogging pants, and pulled them down to my knees, together with my briefs.
"Too hairy!" she pronounced, peering at my pubes. "Let's have a look at the others!"
While all this had been going on, Susie and Terry had rather smugly been enjoying the show, thinking I was to be the only victim. Now it was their turn, and Jeannie started with Susie, baring her from the waist down to her knees. She inserted a finger between Susie's legs.. "Nice moist cunt!" she announced. "But very hairy, too!"
Then it was Terry's turn, and soon we were all hanging from the wall, with our genitals exposed. Clive took photos of the row of us, with Jeannie inspecting, poking here and there with the handle of her whip. She managed to get the handle of her whip to disappear completely when she introduced it into the entrance of Susie's cunt. Susie squirmed.
She walked back along the row, fingering our pubic hair. Then she called David and Geoff over. "Take the bitch down to the cellar. We'll deal with her first!"
Geoff attached a leather leash to Susie's collar, and David unclipped her from the wall. Susie was unceremoniously dragged across the yard to some outside steps that led down to a cellar, clutching her jogging bottoms and knickers, that were threatening to slip down to her ankles and trip her up. She disappeared from view down the steps, led by Geoff, and followed by Jeannie.
David was left on guard. Susie was gone a good fifteen minutes, and David was getting bored. He decided to play with Terry's balls, tormenting him by not touching his prick, which soon grew to its full size. Then we heard movement on the stairs. Clive was walking up backwards, camera as ever in his hands. Then Susie's head appeared, followed by the rest of her, climbing the stairs on all fours, her leash firmly attached to her collar, and held by David. She was completely naked, and David paraded her round the yard in front of us. Jeannie gave her a few light strokes with her whip across her buttocks, and then she was bundled into the kennel.
What had they taken photos of down there that had taken so long? More than just strip her, surely? I began to feel extremely nervous. "We'll have the dog Ian next!" she announced, unclipping me from the wall. She attached a leash, and handed it to David. "Your turn, I'll guard the other dog."
Now it was my turn to pull my trousers up as David dragged me unceremoniously down the stairs. In the dimness of the cellar I could just make out Clive lurking with his ever present camera. Geoff and David hoisted me up onto a table, face up, so that my bum was just on the end of it. They secured my anklets to rings set into the low beamed ceiling. My legs were nearly vertical, with my feet a good metre apart.
Then they pulled my arms back, and secured them to fixings on the legs of the table. David came over and leered in my face. "I promised I'd get my own back on you, and now is the time," So saying, he started ripping my clothing, which being so old and rotten, tore easily. He took hold of the waist of the joggers, and pulled it apart so that it split from front to back, reducing the joggers to two separate legs. Then he ripped the gusset of my flimsy underpants, so that my genitals hung out, and were exposed between the legs of the joggers. A few quick rents wrecked my T-shirt, and with a few more pulls below the waist, I was soon except for my footwear,
Then Geoff flicked a switch, and a spotlight focussed on me,. David produced an electric shaver as if from nowhere. He turned it on, and started trimming the hairs at the base of my arse, close to my balls. "No!" I yelled. "I don't want to be shaved!" David ignored me, and I twisted and wriggled, but could neither escape my bonds nor get my legs any closer together to impede his progress with the razor.
When David had finished with the shaver, I felt Geoff's hands massaging foam into my balls and round the base of my cock. I developed a hard on. "David, hold his prick to one side while I get this razor on to his pubes!" asked Geoff. Clive approached to take a close-up of that.
I felt David take the head of my knob between his thumb and forefinger, and pull it to one side, while Geoff scraped away at the hair from my navel down. Before long I had balls as smooth as a baby's bum, and a rock hard prick.. When Geoff was finished, David poured a jug of cold water over my hairless genitals, and rinsed off the remaining foam with his hands. My arms and legs were released, and I was made to ascend into the yard as Susie had done, on all fours, still dripping from my rear end. Jeannie inspected me as I was paraded around, whipping mme noticeably harder than she had Susie, while Clive had also emerged to photograph it all. Then I was unceremoniously thown into the kennel.
Inside, the floor was covered with straw, and it was just possible to sit up. "Just for me get down on all fours again!" asked Susie. I managed to manoeuvre myself into position, and Jennie slipped her hands between my legs, and fondled my balls. "I never felt a pair of shaved balls before!" she explained. "I wondered what they'd feel like!"
Outside we could hear the same treatment being meted out to Terry, and it wasn't long before he, too, was sharing the kennel. Now we could hardly move, pressed up against each other, not knowing whose hands were in close contact with our private parts.
A camera lens appeared in the doorway, and the inevitable photos of us, naked, and all squeezed in together, were taken.
By now the light was beginning to fail, and Jane decided it was time to pack it in for the day. "OK everybody!" she said. "We'll carry on tomorrow!" We crawled out of the kennel, and Clive removed our leather collars, anklets, and wristlets. Naked, we joined the clothed Jeannie, David, and Geoff in the house. "Let's go then!" said Jane, leading us out to the waiting van.
"What about our clothes!" we gasped, suddenly realising that our own clothes were back at base in the lockers, and our costumes had been ripped to shreds. "Don't worry about them, they're safe, back in your lockers. In you get!" We crawled onto the mattress in the back of the van with Jeannie, David, and Geoff. Suppose we had an accident? Suppose we were stopped by the police for some reason, and they looked in the back and saw us? We would die of shame!
Clive pulled away, and as he did so, David started fondling my arse. "This isn't part of the plot!" I protested. "No, but I said I'm still getting my own back on you for the other day, and I feel like spanking your arse. Being bare at the moment gives me a good opportunity. Hold him down, Geoff!"
I had the indignity of having my bare arse spanked in front of a naked Susie and Terry, who each ran their hands up and down the insides of my thighs as the spanks landed, gently brushing against my balls before returning to my knees. When David had finished, they turned me over to see whether or not I had developed a hard on. Of course, I had, and Susie needed no encouragement to go down on it, licking all round my cock head thoroughly. And this wasn't even part of the photo strip plot!
"Shall we make him come?" suggested Jeannie, teasingly tickling the underneath of my balls, and my perineum. "Let's just keep him hard till we get back!" suggested Susie.
And so with David, Geoff, and Terry holding me down, Susie and Jeannie kept me on the boil, occasionally giving my prick a stroke, then if they felt it straining too much, leaving it alone for a minute or two. Beads were beginning to come out of the slit. Jeannie found a tissue in her pocket, and kept me dry.
It was more by luck than judgement that when we arrived back at the studio I had not shot my load. The van parked in the High Street, right by the dark alley, and Clive had a quick look to make sure no-one was around. "Leg it back to base!" he whispered, urgently, and the three of us jumped out of the van, streaking back to the studios before anyone could spot us, me still stiff as a ramrod. We made a bee-line for the dressing room, and our lockers. What a relief to be reunited with our own clothes!
But tomorrow Susie, Terry, and myself, would no doubt have to go back into naked bondage as dogs again, and the storyline promised to be quite exhausting, as well as humiliating ......
To be continued ....