(All characters are 18 or over. This is a cfnm fantasy, and focuses on fun, not a realistic depiction. I hope you enjoy!)
[PREVIOUS EPISODE: Male Thong Humiliation]
Teenage boy Harry Jenkins had never been keen on getting a summer job. But his aunt whom he was staying with had insisted he must be productive and pay his way. The old battleaxe! She'd droned on and on at him about how she'd made the effort to fill in an application for him at the exciting new store in town.
He'd breezily agreed to turn up to the interview at least, but he hadn't bothered to look into this new store. And boy how he now wished he had. He could barely stop guffawing as he'd entered the Dreamboyz store (not yet open to the public while still hiring). He had simply never seen something like this. Rows upon rows of sexy thongs, male mannekins adorned in this skimpy pieces, large wall pictures of male models...naked. Well practically. Just their tiny thong or g-string on. Harry felt an indignant sense of anger when he imagined girls coming into this store laughing and gawping at these near explicit pics of nude guys on show! It wasn't for women to judge us like this...in a tiny thong that exposed ones...size.
Harry had arrived late to the Dreamboyz store and was met by an irritated store manager who led him through to the office at the back. Harry knew vaguely of her. She was a friend of his aunt's and a large part in why he'd got an interview. She was Jo French. About 40 or so, Mrs French had needed to go back to work after her banker husband had run off with a stripper. After being one of the queen bees of Athena's wealthy elite, having to go back to work was a bit of an unedifying step down for her and several former friends tittered at her expense, imagining the well-dressed Jo trying to maintain her dignity as she sold male thongs over the counter at Dreamboyz.
Harry judged this older woman's figure harshly. She must have been quite the looker once, with her imperious, upper-class breeding and mannerisms. But now she'd started to let herself go, a bit chunkier, with huge sagging boobs. Her clothes were still fine though, wearing an expensive-looking floral waisted dress though she looked somewhat packed into it. And a pearl necklace, a lamentable relic of her former wealth. She still wore high heels though, and Harry suspected under that dress was stockings and suspenders as he walked behind her and lusted to see her in her no doubt lacy lingerie!
In truth, Jo French was not the most natural choice for Dreamboyz owner Ebony Williams as her right hand woman and store manager. Ebony had grown up in what could only be called the black ghetto, Natesville, just south of Athena Heights in the lower valley. Whereas Jo had frequented golf and country clubs and was certainly part of the white privileged class. But Jo was desperate for an income now and her anger and fury at her errant husband had engendered Jo to Ebony. When Ebony had revealed to Jo in her interview for the manager role the full extent of her concept, Ebony was pleasantly surprised by Jo's assertive nature.
Jo was adamant. That men needed to be taught a lesson. And it started with the boys of Athena. She was sick of egotistical males thinking they could walk all over her; they would be made to heel. Jo had also proved useful in frequenting those privileged circles and getting the rich mothers of Athena interested in their cause, not just financial investment, but with their custom. Jo had already secured two dozen bookings for their private 'VIP' fittings and they weren't even open yet.
In these fittings for privileged and foolish rich boys of these wealthy ladies, the reluctant boys would be brought by their moms (probably kicking and screaming) to Dreamboyz. There in the private VIP room at the back of the store, the ladies would sit and be served cocktails, as their darling boy was placed on a pedestal in front of them, stripped bare, and measured. Including that biggest shame for the young teen; his limp penis size, loudly announced before this cadre of women and written into the size records of the store for future reference. To then have to model various expensive thongs and g-strings for his mom's decision to purchase. In front of her and her friends. The rich boys of Athena would stand shame-faced, in just a thong, as their mom and other selected ladies judged the various merits of their sexy underwear.
Jo had been the driving force behind the concept of these lucrative 'VIP fittings.' And most of the privileged rich boys of Athena would soon find to their shame that their moms had happily booked them in already. When Ebony had enquired with Jo where the fitting room should go in this VIP section. Jo had just smirked.
'Why should the boys have one?' Had been her sneering reply. Jo then painted the scene to Ebony. The boy standing on the pedestal in front of his mother. All her rich lady friends that she'd invited, maybe even some younger female cousins, who begged to come and see little Tarquin try on his pretty lingerie. The call comes for the next thong to try on and Jo would demand the boy place his hands behind his head, as she threateningly walked behind him, and yanked his thong down. Left for a good moment exactly like that, totally nude and shamed as a dozen ladies he knows personally now smile and giggle at the shame of his exposure, his size exposed for all of time.
Jo would than slap his legs as a sign to step out of his fallen thong and into the next. A process that may be repeated as often as the ladies wish, each whisking down of his thong no less shameful to the boy as perhaps his female cousin snuck a pic on her phone! Jo was particularly looking forward to the first intended victim of this humiliation. Oliver - her obnoxious nephew. Despite his young age, he had been quite open in backing her estranged husband 'for leaving a fat cow like Jo.' Well it had been only too easy to get his mother to agree to the 'privilege' of having her darling boy as the first VIP fitting of Dreamboyz.
Jo had worked deviously in coordinating the female members of the family for the planned date. By next week Oliver was going to find himself stripped by a furious Jo in front of all the women of the family and a few select girls from his tennis classes. The women of the family had been only too delighted to agree to come, all eager to see Jo take her revenge on this little prick. And when it came to measuring his pathetic limp penis, Jo would hold the cold metal ruler against his frightened little dick, and announce it was half the size it was, and see him squirm as his female tennis friends eagerly texted the information to everyone they know. Jo went to bed each night excited, devising new ways to humiliate Oliver in that fateful fixture in the future. He would learn that insulting her was the worst decision of his obnoxious life.
But back to Harry. Jo had secured this interview for him as a favour to his aunt, Pamela Jenkins, but she had no fond feelings towards this indolent layabout boy. If he thought he could just roll up and take a salary from Dreamboyz, Jo knew he had another thing coming. Dreamboyz was female led, for women, run by women. The only boys here should be customers, shame-faced and thoroughly embarrassed as they're eagerly told to try on lacy thongs in front of the women in their lives.
Jo led Harry into Ebony's store office where he was briefly taken aback. There sat there already, on the only two seats before Ebony's desk, two women. Teen girls. More specifically, Angie and Molly. Harry vaguely knew them as two of the plainest girls at school. Molly was a flat-chested spindly girl who wore thick glasses and Harry knew her mom was nothing more than a checkout girl in the local savers store. Quite simply poor trash in his view, as her cheap second hand clothes demonstrated. Angie was a different case. A huge, big-boned girl who Harry and his pals had regularly teased growing up, calling her 'the walrus'. Though Harry conceded she'd at least made an effort today. Her red hair carefully arranged in neat ringlets, her freckled face smiling broadly and hopefully. Harry couldn't resist staring at her huge boobs that were practically spilling out of what was clearly a borrowed blouse for this interview. Harry noticed one more thing; Angie was wearing very elegant silver high heels. And as she looked casually at him and dangled her heels around playfully, he felt confused. Was fat Angie... borderline attractive? Dressed up in heels, a skirt, and blouse, did she seem....confident? She certainly didn't seem concerned of competition with this new (male) rival and former bully anyway.
Ebony didn't hide her irritation at this young man turning up. Late too. She rolled her eyes and gestured in front of her desk. There was no empty chair, just Angie and Molly sat on the only chairs. So Harry just stood in the middle of them and tried to act tall, and big. Male confidence was certainly a good way to ace the interview and get the job over these sad little girls surely.
But the next five minutes caused Harry to feel weak at the knees and his head to naturally sink. As Ebony explained the entire concept of Dreamboyz. Male submission and objectification. Female empowerment. Role reversal. "we don't take no for an answer!". Little boys need to be humbled. Women rule here.
Molly and Angie were eagerly revelling in this empowering talk and excitedly joining in. 'was it true in this role they would get to watch the boys....have to strip for fittings?'