Oz Beach Boy...Zapped!

"I guess you're all a little surprised to see me here?" asked Matt, who was again dressed in his Medika Island uniform of white polo shirt, white shorts, and white sneakers, with his long hair pulled back into a neat ponytail.

"Yeah, handsome," Polly said with a smirk, "I thought our last image of you would be with your shorts and panties around your ankles and your big willy hanging out with a look of utter and abject embarrassment on your beautiful face."

"Well, I thought I better return this," Matt said, and got out of the buggy.

As Polly, Sonya and Heather giggled, Matt held out his right hand. There in the Aussie hunk's outstretched palm was The Ring Of Power, the very device which had brought about his public humiliation the previous night. The warm Queensland sun glinted off it like a perverse seal of approval.

"I was going to bin it," Matt said with a smile, "but I thought you might have paid a fair bit for something as complex as this...as you demonstrated, that's not just any cock-ring!"

"Well, thank you," Polly said, and quickly plucked The Ring Of Power from Matt's hand before he could change his mind. "That's very gentlemanly of you, Matt. I thought you'd be furious at us for what we did to you. We made a complete fool of you! You won't be able to show your face around here again."

"Oh, most of those women will be gone today or tomorrow," Matt said, "and I've seen Sven and Greg in equally embarrassing situations. We've got each other's backs. This can be a crazy place, but it's all good...every day is like a clean slate here on Medika Island."

"So...no, um, hard feelings?" Polly asked cheekily with a smile while Sonya and Heather looked on curiously. "We're even now? You've learned your lesson? If you fuck a group of friends, you've got to be fair, yeah? Lick one, lick them all, alright? Rim one, rim them all, okay, love?"

"Yes, I have learned a very valuable lesson," Matt said with a sheepish smile. "If I'm ever lucky enough to have sex with three friends again, I'll make sure to treat everyone equally. I fucked up. I'm sorry."

"Good boy," Polly said condescendingly, and Sonya and Heather giggled. "I'm happy we could teach you something. I'm glad that whole effort achieved something more than our own enjoyment and entertainment. I do like to educate a man."

"It sure was fucking entertaining though," Sonya said loudly. "I've never seen a man getting pantsed by a group of women before...that should happen more often! Kit off and bollocks out! Yee hah!"

"Especially if they're as cute as Matt," Heather added, and quickly flushed red with embarrassment. "You must have been so embarrassed...you looked so stupid...but you're still really hot."

"Well, thank you," Matt responded with a smile. "Anyway, to make sure we parted as friends, I volunteered to pick you up and drive you to the pier for your trip off the island. We better get moving though so you can make the boat to Hamilton Island, and then get your flight to Sydney."

"Fuck me, and then we've got that long flight to London," Polly said with a sigh. "Well, thanks, Matt...it's nice to see you again and find out that we made a complete fucking sod of you, but that we didn't completely ruin you."

"No, not at all," Matt said with a smile. "I'm definitely still in one piece."

"Tell me the truth, Matt," Polly said quietly. "You kind of enjoyed it, didn't you? All of those women lusting after you? All those ladies desperate to see your willy? You couldn't wait to get your clothes off with me. You liked what happened to you in the bar, didn't you?"

"Yeah...yeah, I did...a little bit, yeah," Matt said after a very long pause. "I do like showing off for women...I'm a bit of an exhibitionist...so some of it was actually quite thrilling...but a bit terrifying too."

"I knew it," Sonya added. "I knew he was into it! Matt's a sly pervert."

"He probably had a little wank over it this morning," Heather said with a laugh.

"Did you, Matt?" Polly asked mockingly. "Did you take off all your clothes and then slide out of your little under-panties, and then fiddle with yourself while thinking about what we all did to you? Did you play with yourself while you thought about us humiliating you?"

"Yes," Matt replied quietly. "I did...I jerked off this morning in the shower."

"You're a sub, Matt," Polly said quietly with a knowing smirk. "I knew it. I could smell it on you."

"Alright, ladies," Matt said quickly, breaking the mood, "let's get your luggage in the buggy, and then I'll get you to the pier."

As the three London girls smiled and checked out his tight butt, Matt gently took the handle of Polly's hot-pink, hard-shell Gucci suitcase on wheels, and placed it in the rear section of the buggy. The Aussie hunk then added Sonya and Heather's far less ostentatious suitcases to the pile, and then carefully laid their smaller, on-flight carry-on bags on top.

"Okay, ladies," Matt said after helping Polly, Sonya and Heather into the cramped buggy, "let's get you off this island."

After a quick, five-minute drive, Matt steered the buggy right alongside the pier, and then pulled up expertly. Polly, Sonya and Heather all got out, and Matt jumped from the driver's seat with a big, warm smile on his face. The Aussie hunk quickly hugged the three London girls, and kissed them each with surprising passion and enthusiasm on the lips.

"Fuck, don't get hard again!" Polly said with a laugh, and then gently grabbed Matt by the balls, squeezing them with surprising force, thus humiliating the wincing Aussie hunk one final time. "Behave yourself with the guests!"

"You'll get a reputation!" Sonya added, and reached out to grab Matt's balls too, but the wincing Aussie hunk jumped from her grasp.

"I think he's already got one judging from those reviews we read online," Heather said with a giggle, and gave Matt a quick, demeaning pinch on the butt.

"Oh, god...don't mention those," Matt said, and dropped his head with embarrassment. "The other staff give me so much shit about that...some of them have guessed it's me."

"Oh, you're just very good at your job, Matt," Polly said mockingly. "You know that the customer is always right!"

"Okay, ladies, you better get going...you don't want to miss the boat," Matt said, and leaned in for another kiss with Polly, who gently pushed him back.

"For fuck's sake, lad, you're not my boyfriend," Polly chided. "One kiss will do! We're not old friends! You were just a very funny little holiday fling, mate!"

"Okay...sorry, Polly...have a safe trip," the obviously embarrassed Matt said. "It was nice meeting you all. I'll get your luggage on the boat...you don't have to worry about that. You just get on board and grab a good seat...I'll take care of your bags for you."

"Okay, lad," Polly said with a smile. "You do that, alright? You're so obedient and helpful...like a dog! I really do appreciate a man who knows how to look after a woman...and who knows his place."

And with that, Polly, Sonya and Heather turned around dramatically and then walked toward the pier, where the gently bobbing boat to Hamilton Island was waiting for them. Polly looked back over her shoulder, and handsome, sexy, silly Matt waved at her somewhat pathetically.

"God, what a little bitch," Polly said with a laugh to the cruelly cackling Sonya and Heather as they walked onto the pier. "What a sad excuse for a man! I thought Aussie lads were supposed to be tough! After all we did to him last night, Matt volunteered to be our chauffeur and luggage boy! Sad! What a bitch...that huge willy is wasted on him! He should have a fanny instead!"

What? Wait a minute...Matt's revenge?!! What the fuck???!!

Tired, bored and vaguely pissed off after her rocky boat trip to Hamilton Island, two-hour-plus flight to Sydney, and 22-hour haul to London, things were about to get even worse for the mischievous Ms. Polly Wellspring.

Her blonde hair a mess and dressed in comfort-first sweat-pants and hoodie, Polly stood in shock next to her friends Sonya Dougherty and Heather Marsh. The three cheeky London marketing managers looked on in shock and terror as three sniffer dogs circled and yapped around their suitcases wildly, and then eventually sat down in front of each piece of their luggage...which was a very, very bad sign.

"Come with us please, ladies," said the biggest, fattest and scariest of three UK customs officials who approached Polly, Sonya and Heather.

Obviously well practiced and highly experienced, the three customs officials quickly guided the three girls off to separate rooms in the back of the customs area. The biggest, fattest and scariest of the three UK customs officials lightly placed his hand on Polly's shoulder and then moved her through the door of a small interview room.

"I'm Customs Officer Morrison...as I'm sure you've deducted, Ms. Wellspring, our sniffer dogs have detected drugs on or inside your luggage," Officer Morrison said firmly, and Polly was certain she saw him looking at her big, beautiful tits, which hung wonderfully loose and braless under her hoodie.

"We've come from Australia, you plonker," the agitated Polly spat. "I don't know where to get fucking gear in Australia...we got fucking trollied over there but we didn't do any drugs. Fuck me! This is bullshit!"

"You're not attempting to smuggle drugs from Australia into England?" the very calm and unflappable Officer Morrison asked in his northern accent, running his fingers down his thick, black moustache.

"What kind of muppet smuggles drugs from Australia into England?" Polly asked loudly, her beautiful face reddening. "Don't you know anything, you fucking sod? Fuck..."

As Polly looked with disgust and frustration at the horribly overweight, profusely sweating Officer Morrison, there was a knock on the door of the interview room.

Polly caught Officer Morrison looking at her tits again, and he then awkwardly hauled himself up out of his chair. Officer Morrison opened the door, and spoke with another customs official for a few moments, before turning to face Polly with a wicked, self-satisfied smile.

"Ms. Wellspring, we've done a swab test on the inside of your suitcase, and it's returned a very, very strong reading for cocaine," Officer Morrison said, sitting back down. "We've also done an x-ray, which has not shown any concealment. We have searched your suitcase, and we have not found any drugs in your suitcase."

"Fucking brilliant...so, I can leg it and get the fuck out of here?" Polly said, and stood up abruptly. "I don't have to sit here with you copping a perve on me? I'll bet you're fucking disappointed!"

"Oh, no, Ms. Wellspring," Officer Morrison replied with a truly wicked smile. "The positive and very strong reading for cocaine in your suitcase indicates the possibility that you may have drugs secreted either on or inside your person."

"What are you talking about, you fat, sweaty fucker?" Polly asked with rising anger and indignation. "You think I've got gear up my bum? Fuck you, fat-arse! You're taking the piss, mate! Get out of it, you stupid git!"

"I'd seriously suggest that you cease with the profanity and personal attacks, Ms. Wellspring," Officer Morrison said firmly. "It's not helping you."

"You've fucking lost the plot, mate," Polly said, shaking her head. "This is fucking daft."

"Ms. Wellspring, I'm afraid we're going to have to subject you first to a full-body strip search," Officer Morrison said wickedly, and then paused, "and then to a full cavity search."

"Oh, no!" Polly howled. "No! You can't do that to me! I don't want you fuckers touching me! People like you don't get to put your hands on me...you don't get to put your hands...inside me! Fuck you, fat-arse! No!"

"Don't worry, Ms. Wellspring, your full-body search will be conducted by two female customs officials," Officer Morrison said quietly with a sneering smile. "I have requested that Officers Tehan and Gallagher conduct your search...they really love their job, and they're very, very thorough. They like to do a very intense search...they don't cut any corners, Ms. Wellspring. They'll give you a good seeing to."

"You fat fucker!" Polly screamed. "Fuck you! You're victimising me because I'm hot! You'd love some of this, and because you can't get it, you're victimising me! I've seen you looking at my tits! You're a perve!"

"Ms. Wellspring, I have no opinion on you at all," Officer Morrison said with a smug, superior smile. "I am merely guided by protocol and evidence. Any passenger would be subjected to a full-body search in these circumstances."

"Bullshit!" Polly said angrily. "You're a fat, gross, sweaty perve!"

"Well," Officer Morrison said very quietly, "from all of those sex toys we found in your bag, you're obviously not exactly Mary Poppins, love. I wouldn't be calling anyone a perve."

There was another knock on the door, and Officer Morrison hauled his huge body out of his chair again. With a smirk, the overweight customs official leaned in closer to Polly, his breath rank, and the pungent smell of body odour rising horribly off his corpulent frame.

"The best thing about Officers Tehan and Gallagher is that they always accidentally leave the interview room door open just a little bit so we can all watch when they strip-search hot young lasses like you," Officer Morrison said with an evil cackle. "We're all very supportive of each other here. We let our female officers watch too when we strip-search the good-looking young lads."

"You fucking creep!" Polly screamed. "You fucking wanker!"

"Officers Tehan and Gallagher will be in momentarily," Officer Morrison said pleasantly, and then lowered his voice. "You should learn some manners, Ms. Wellspring...if you weren't so rude, we may have been able to approach this differently."

"Fuck you," Polly said defiantly as Officer Morrison opened the door to the interview room. "I don't need a lecture from a fat plonker like you."

"Oh, and just so you know," Officer Morrison said from the doorway, "we had positive reads for cocaine in the luggage of your friends too, so they'll be getting exactly the same treatment as you. Nobody will be missing out, Ms. Wellspring."

"Oh, no," Polly muttered quietly. "Oh, no..."

Ten minutes later, gorgeous, blonde, sexy Polly Wellspring was completely naked and bent over the interview room's table. Her beautiful face was wet with tears, and her whole body shook with fear and disgust. Polly's big breasts were pushed and splayed out onto the surface of the table. Her long, tanned, lithe legs were spread wide, revealing her entire vulva and anus. Polly Wellspring was completely and utterly exposed.

To make matters worse, Polly was facing what was obviously a two-way mirror, so she was forced to look constantly at her prone, naked body and tear-stained face. To add to her humiliation, the beautiful Londoner was certain she could hear soft giggling coming from behind the two-way mirror. Polly Wellspring was on show...embarrassingly, heartbreakingly on show.

In the reflection of the two-way mirror, Polly could also see that Officers Tehan and Gallagher had indeed left the interview room door behind her slightly ajar. The beautiful but wholly compromised blonde could just make out blurred faces peering in through the crack in the door, obviously afforded a lurid view right between her spread legs.

Tears ran down Polly's cheeks as she imagined Heather Marsh being forced to remove her clothes by customs officials. Polly's slightly overweight friend was painfully self-conscious about her body, and she didn't like people seeing her in a bikini, let alone fully naked. If Heather Marsh was indeed receiving the same treatment as Polly, the cute brunette would be devastated.

Like Polly, Sonya Dougherty was a very fit bird, and she had no problem getting her tits out. Sonya, however, fucking hated older men and fat blokes too, and Polly knew that her fiery friend would be furious about being seen starkers by a bunch of customs officials like Officer Morrison and his female foot-soldiers. Sonya Dougherty would likely be throwing a wobbly of the first order.

Suddenly shaken from her thoughts, Polly Wellspring winced and then gasped as she felt her butt cheeks being cruelly pried apart by a sneering Officer Tehan. The beautiful blonde then cried out loudly in pain as Officer Gallagher drove two of her fingers right inside Polly's fully exposed anus.

"Oh, my god," Polly said tearfully, "this shouldn't be happening to me. Why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this?"

"I don't know what you did, love," Officer Tehan said with a cruel snarl, "but you had cocaine scattered through your suitcase. You brought this on yourself, Ms. Wellspring."

"No," Polly whimpered. "No...I didn't do any fucking blow in Australia."

"Mmmm...it's probably too late to ask this anyway," Officer Gallagher grunted as she drove her fingers sadistically even further into Polly's rectum. "You didn't let anyone else pack your suitcase, did you?"

"Nobody else had access to your suitcase, love?" Officer Tehan asked, gently and opportunistically running her gloved palm over Polly's soft, silky-smooth left butt-cheek.

Totally naked, humiliated, crying tears of shame and embarrassment, and with a terrifying woman's fingers jammed right up her arse, Polly shook with the infuriating realisation of what had been done to her. Polly Wellspring had been well and truly stitched up.

With a disappointed sigh, Polly dropped her pretty head onto the surface of the desk, and pictured the handsome, heavily muscled Aussie hunk she'd so utterly shamed and humiliated on Medika Island...her fucking last-minute chauffeur and luggage boy.

"Matt...fucking Matt," Polly Wellspring muttered as her rectum was forced even further open by Officer Gallagher's prying fingers. "You big dicked Aussie bastard...you fucking got me."

Thanks for reading! For more of Matt's antics on Medika Island, check out my previous story "Oz Beach Boy's Summer Resort Fun." For more April Fool's Day shenanigans, check out my 2023 contest entries "Oz Beach Boy Teased By Bus Teen" and "Oz Beach Boy's Wet Vengeance."