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selvie-blue · 1 year

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End Of The Road

I'm still working on my weekly story and my main story, but thought I'd share this. It was a chapter in my original "Confessional" story. I re-wrote it a little bit to actually put myself in the situation. I'm still writing the dark comedy about the friends that turn invisible and exact some humiliating revenge, first, but this is to give y'all an idea of what I'll be going for when I do write "Confessional": dark and mysterious with a dangerous edge. I'm not sure if I'll put myself in "Confessional" or not, but it's an intriguing idea as it focuses on an ENM writer fearing he's losing his edge. And then he ends up in a surrealistic nightmare filled with ENM scenarios he has written coming to life while he tries to navigate through a reality that feels displaced. That's a general idea I have for the plot, but that's much farther down the line. Oh, and the cop in this situation I modeled after the actor, Marshall Bell, who plays the hot coach in Nightmare On Elm Street II: Freddy's Revenge. The one that gets dragged into the showers by sentient jump ropes before all of his clothing rips itself of his body. Anyway, here's the forced-to-strip scene I wrote. Hope y'all enjoy:

Sharply bladed shadows twist the night into lush ghosts haunting either side of this lonely road. The only sound is the escalating whisper of black rubber spinning on concrete and the occasional scarring of healed wounds beneath the aged tar. As the headlights shatter in the dark, the speedometer is lifting further through the miles counting numbers higher and higher. My fingers grasping the wheel, the skin suffocating itself to a pale white. I can feel my pulse hungrily biting through my hands, tensely hiding in plain site beneath the cold steel of the gun.

There were so many chances for me to run. But despite how anxious I am, there is an eerie calmness, a trust, almost, barricaded deep down below my scared, scared heart. Call it a clairvoyant instinct, call it being just plain stupid, but there is something about this man, this stranger. He said he wouldn't hurt me, but plenty of dangerous people have said that only to kill you in the end. No, there was something this guy wanted. Whatever it was, somehow, I didn't seem to think it was my death, or even my pain.

“Faster,” the guy says.

I swallow nervously and I say, “Umm, we're already going 60.”

“Faster,” he says again, not elevating his voice, not looking any more intense. He maintains exactly the same position and expression.

“This road doesn't go on forever,” I say. “You already said that, um, that you didn't want to hurt me. And I imagine you don't want to hurt you. If we keep going at this speed or if we go faster, eventually, we're going to hit something. I think that's going to complicate the goal of no harm.”

“You've driven faster on this road before,” the guy says.

He's right. How the hell did he know that?

“No,” he says, almost reading my mind. “I haven't been watching you. I didn't have to. There's no need to watch when you were made to see.”

He's nuts. He's some kind of psycho God freak and he's gonna do some fucked-up religious stuff to my corpse.

“You're right. My goal is to not harm either of us. But aren't you tired, Selvie? Aren't you tired of just living in your head?”

“I mean, everyone vacations in their mind, right?” I ask. “Who wants to take up a permanent residence in reality?” My voice is still shaky, but finding an even keel in it's tone. I'm still scared as hell that my brains are gonna end up all over the car.

“But you, Selvie. You do live in your mind. All of those places and characters. I mean, are you really surprised that you are just staring at blank computer screens? A case of massive writer's block was bound to happen. There's only so much you can think of. Pretty soon, you were going to hit a wall. It just seems to have happened a little sooner for you. Write what you know is a great motto, but that source is pretty much depleted, don't you think?”

How does he know any of this? How does he know what I even write? Does he know what I write?

“I don't have to,” the gentleman says. Again, almost reading my mind. “I can see you. I can see how this mind works. You think that writing a few words on a page is going to get you what you need? Huh? I see what you need. And I know what you feel. I know the flipside of what's inside of you. What I want to know is, what would you feel if it were to really happen?”

I hear what this armed stranger is saying. I here the words speaking. But, I also hear them on a different level. It's like an alternate radio station that's been opened up on the side of my brain and these words are being channeled through it. What's hiding between all those consonants and vowels he's using to shape the very things he's saying. I can't quite put an image to what I'm thinking, but I can feel it. I feel it through my skin and nerves. My blood is running as hot and fast as I've got this car going. And I don't even see how fast it's really going. The speedometer is diminished to a fracture that exists just outside my vision. I can see it and I can even look down at it. I can see the numbers but they might as well be made up of translucent glass. They are disappearing into the sleek black bearing reflections beneath the lines and the dial. How fast am I going?

“I want to put that theory to the test, Selvie. Don't you? In the back of your mind, haven't you always felt you wanted to see it? See how it would actually… play out?”

I don't even see the red and blue light spinning shadowed hues throughout the car until I hear the sound. That half of a second of a siren that blips through the air and cracks through my mental state, ripping me out of it. My eyes widen and a jolt pierces through me. Jumping into my system like an electrical shock, causing my nerves to clamp shut in a flash flood of ice and then instantly releasing, the hairs on my arms standing straight up out of the bloomed fields of a goose flesh.

I look down at the speedometer and actually see it. It has shot all the way up to 90. My eyes edge themselves on blue-tinted bullets that nearly shoot out of my skull. Immediately, I slow down. I can also feel how fast the car is really going, now, turning the road into the concrete swerves of a roller coaster. It quickly moves down and the car rapidly decelerates. At about the ten-mile mark, I pull over and come to a complete stop.

I hear the door open, hear the cop's boots hit the ground.

“Get out,” I hear him say. At first, I think this is the cop, but it's coming from the passenger side. It's the armed stranger.

“What!?”

“Don't worry. You're not going to jail, tonight. But I need you get out.” The stranger cocks the gun. “We're going to test out our little theory.”

I sigh loudly and close my eyes. It all moves in slow motion and I just want to be in this moment forever.

I unbuckle and open the car door.

I can already hear the cop, “Please stay in your vehicle unless instructed otherwise!” he booms.

The stranger immediately opens the door and I can see him spin out of the car and stand up. In that half a second, I could see that the stranger was extending the gun as he was getting out of the car.

The scream blazes a cold fire at the base of the exhale that erupts from my mouth. This happens at the very instant I hear two gunshots. The blast of light pops off into the shadows. My heart pounding out of my chest, I wait. Wait to hear a body drop to the floor. A scream of agony. Anything to indicate that I've now just been made an accessory to murder.

“You can come out, now, dude!” the stranger yells. “NOW!”

I flinch and then, without thinking, I just get up out of the car and turn around. Hoping that, by the time I do turn around, I still see the cop standing there and not laying in a pool of his own blood.

And….

The cop is fine. He doesn't look wounded, just shocked.

Through the headlights, I can see the cop's face. At least an outline of it. He has a short crop of hair that smoothly lays on his head in a shine of brown. Defined eyebrows that look as if they were painted with a soft brush. Tufts of a lighter brown, nearly whispering thick lines of caramel above his green eyes. His hook-ended nose centers his slightly elongated face. A portrait of a delicately grizzled masculinity. He has a lean figure. An obviously attractive guy. But that's not what's on the top of my mind, right now.

“I shot out the camera in the car and the radio on his sleeve.” The stranger lets those words hang in the air, waiting for them to soak in and then punctuates it by saying, “I'm an excellent shot.”

Then directing the cop, “Okay, put the gun down!”

The cop has his right hand on the handle, holding it firmly.

“I wouldn't if I were you, man! You saw what I aimed for and I got it. Point is, I don't miss. So, what do you think is gonna happen when I aim for your head?”

I'm not sure what to do, so I just stand here.

The cop arches an eyebrow and then slowly pulls the gun out of his holster while his other hand is up. Once it's out, he points the gun up, signifying that he doesn't intend to use it. He bends down and calmly puts the gun on the ground and stands back up.

“Kick it over here!”

He does so and kicks it. Causing it to spin across the concrete and stop almost right in front of the wheel.

“Now, off with the boots!”

There is a moment of curiosity that dances across the cop's face. But he does as he's ordered. First angling his right leg up and unzips and then slides the boot off and then just drops it. He puts his foot now just wearing a sock on the ground. He does the same thing with his left foot, dropping the boot to the ground.

“Kick 'em over here!”

The cop does so, a frustrated lackadaisical movement snaking through his body. Some dust and rock shifts clouds of road smoke into the trapped cylinders of light. The boots heavily thud against the concrete, causing weighted tapping sounds to reverberate through the air.

“Okay,” the stranger says, holding the gun steady on the cop, “Now the clothes!”

“What!?” both me and the cop ask in shocked unison. My head sharply spins to look right at the stranger.

“You heard me, cop… STRIP! Start with your holster!”

“Look, son,” the cop says, his voice having a country twang strumming at it's foundation, fitting his appearance, “Why don't you just put the gun dow___”

“DON'T! Don't try to reason with me! I know exactly what I'm doing! And dude, look at the cop, not me! Keep your eyes on him!”

I look at the stranger a few times while I make my way back to looking at the cop, almost unsure as to if I should. This isn't like in anything I could write. It doesn't feel anything like it. There is an excitement, but it's hidden deep, deep underneath a fear and a sympathy for this guy.

“I don't see you takin' off that holster!”

The cop looks around, exasperated. He then purses his lips as if saying, Fine. He unbuckles the holster. The end flap slides through and then opens up. He pulls it away from his pants and then drops it on the ground.

“Kick it over here!”

He does. More pebbles and dust flies through the headlights.

“Okay, shirt!” the stranger says, quickly jutting the gun up for a millisecond.

The cop shakes his head as he reaches both of his hands to pop the collar open. He then starts unbuttoning. He doesn't do it shamefully or with any embarrassed action. He's efficient about it and moves with a concentrated anger. The shirt opens further as he moves his hands down through the buttons. As he nears his pants, he pulls the shirt up and out, unbuttoning further as he does so. His undershirt revealing more of itself, clasping tight against his lean frame. He then tugs the shirt down once it's completely open. He pops open the buttons at the ends of his sleeves. He stretches his body to either end as he pulls the shirt off his shoulders and slides it down both arms. After pulling his left hand out, he then pulls it off his other hand and drops both hands, holding the shirt in his right one.

“I'm assuming you want me to throw it to you?”

“Please,” the stranger says calmly.

The cop tosses the shirt and it lands in front of the car between myself and the stranger.

The cop's undershirt shows more of his physique. It's thin, but there is definition. His chest is clearly seen with lines just barely tracing underneath his pecs, his nipples poking through.

“Undershirt!” the stranger yells.

At this point, there is a stirring inside me. I can feet it starting to stiffen. I feel it begin to push up through my pants. I'm nowhere near full hard, yet, but I almost don't want to be. My heart is pacing it's steps quickly, thumping through my heavy breathing. It flows in and out of my lungs like the rippling affect of blue flames at the edge of a pilot light. I want to turn away, but can't. Both because the stranger demanded I don't and also because I don't want to admit that part of me wants to keep looking and am trying to push that thought down at the bottom of my mind.

The cop criss-crosses his arms as he inhales. In swooping movement, he grabs the bottom of his undershirt and pulls. It swiftly slides up his chest, showing his tanned skin, the hairs that darken around his nipples and condenses a patch between his pecs. Just enough hair to shape a gentle virility to his chest. His armpit hair springs forth. Complementing the furry patch on his chest. Once the undershirt is off, he holds it in his right hand and then throws it. There's not a lot of muscle to his arms, but they still hold a lean shape, keeping in the same tone as the front of him.

“Okay, pants!” the stranger demands.

The cop purses his lips again. “You're not gonna get away with this,” the cop says, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in almost the same movement.

The stranger says nothing in response.

I can see the cop's white underwear even underneath the dark shadows emphasized beneath the headlights.

The officer slides his brown pants down, lifting each foot out of it. Again, he's not slow about it and there's no embarrassment. Just frustration as the pants crumple down into a ball in his right hand. He stands up. His legs are also lean but there is more of a defined tone to them. Enough to show that he spends a lot of time on his feet, which has shaped his tendons into a tight firmness. His briefs hug the middle part of him. There is a minimal looseness to the front. The material shifted a few times as he stood up, the officer's penis clearly bouncing from inside the front pouch.

The cop throws the pants.

“Now, hands up in the air and step into the light!”

The officer knows what the stranger means. He wants him to be directly in front of their headlights so they can see him better. And he does.

His frame is now more in clear view, along with his face. I can now see more detail. And I can see there are lines running diagonal on either side of his nose giving his face more of a subtle, rugged look. His lips are thin, but are shaped perfectly in the elongated shape of his face. His green eyes gleaming through, his hair combed and made like silk in his short crop. I look at this man up and down. Again, both wanting to and not wanting to, seeing how his briefs are clasping to him. And I notice how the loose front bounced.

“Good. You're following instructions real good, cop! Okay… now… underwear!” the stranger says as he angles the gun down.

I arch my eyebrows in a deep shock as I widen my eyes. I shift my eyes to the right and then shift them back to the cop.

“Excuse me, son!” the cop says in a tone that almost seems to exclaim What did you just say?

“You heard me, cop! Take off your fucking underwear. NOW!”

A maddening stare flashes through the cop's eyes, the circles spinning in a mystical green fire as his nostrils flare.

He just juts both hands on either side of his underwear. In the sudden spurring of a second, the hair that extended a thin trail underneath his belly button flourishes into a thicker patch. The circumcised head is the first thing that I notice. It's average length sways in tiny bursts of movement. The small folds of skin just above the head trembles as the nuts stay almost stationary. But I can see them move from inside the flesh. It's only for a second as the cop covers up with his left hand. He tosses the underwear and then covers up with his other hand.

Immediately, the stranger demands, “Hands up!”

“You have got to be kidding me!”

“We asked you to step in to the light for a reason, cop! How can we get a better look unless we see everything? Now take your hands off of your dick and PUT THEM UP! And don't you DARE try to hide it!”

He exhales strongly and shoots his hands up. Moving them in a swift shrug as if saying, Whelp, here it is!

I look down. There is a tuft of pubic hair and it's dark and thick. His penis in full view now. It continues to sway from him moving his hands and arms and then abruptly stopping. Bouncing in the shape of a meaty twig tipped at the end with a red bulbous head.

The stranger takes one hand off the gun, holding steady with the other one. He then spins his finger up in the air while whistling, obviously meaning he wants the cop to give them a twirl.

He rolls his eyes and turns around, showing his backside. His back is solidly built into his thin frame, extending down into the roundness of his ass. His skin softens into a shade lighter around his buttocks. It's firm, but it's not fully round. The cheeks have only a slight hang to them. Just enough for them to bounce into the movement of his legs as he turns. He then turns all the way back to the front. Again, showing everything. I take in the cop's chest, the hair around his nipples and then look at the hairs in his armpits. Looking to how the cop's tan dissipates near his waist. His dick existing in a skin tone lightened up at least one level from the rest of him.

I shift my eyes, again, to the stranger. While my heart still screams from inside me and I fight the feeling to be aroused, while my penis starts to extend further through my pants, weightlessness breathing at the base of my cock as it inflates, wanting it to go down, I can see the stranger's face through my side glance. The stranger shifting his eyes to me and I can see what the stranger is saying with just his face. This is what you wanted to see, right?

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enm-enthusiast · 7 months

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The Exhibitionists Club Ch. 4 - Jack Part 2

Last chapter we saw Jack witness the preliminary wrestling match between his colleagues Daniel and Roderick, in which Daniel surprisingly came out the victor, but now before both of their cocks were put on display in front of the entire crowd. Now, Jack has to face his own boss, Henry in a strip wrestling match, can he emerge victorious and get through his initiation unscathed? Or will he end up a naked loser?...

Jack

I swallowed the growing pit in my throat as I followed Henry up on the stage, and as I did I took the chance to size my boss up. He wasn’t as tall as me, standing at 5’10 compared to my 6’2 but he was bulkier, his thighs and arm muscles far exceeded my own and from the stories I had heard around the office he knew how to use them. His casual clothes couldn’t hide his rather impressive glutes, either, and I couldn’t help but admire his toned and meaty globes attached to his backside. His graying dirty blonde hair was cut short, and had recently shaved his neat, handsome face, his piercing hazel eyes turned to look at me and flash a dazzling, knowing wink and a smile before taking the final steps up on stage.

I followed him up, the bright lights flooding my vision and making me temporarily squint as my eyes adjusted from the darkness of the crowd. Ian greeted us as he did Daniel and Rod, we introduced ourselves to him, afterwards he turned back to the crowd and said “There you have it gents, our next two volunteers! And may I say what hunks, am I right?” He said.

Many from the crowd voiced their agreement and I thought I heard one even say: “Tear his clothes off, blondie!” and I felt my face flush from heat as I knew who they were referring to.

“Let’s wait and see who rips off whose clothes first, shall we? Now, to repeat, there is no biting, kicking, or low blows to sensitive areas, either of you get caught doing this by me or security and we will remove you from the premises, right?” He said, matter of fact. Both me and Henry nodded our heads and Ian waved us down to the ring and we separated to take opposing spots with me on the left and Henry on the right.

“And remember! First one to lose all his clothes will lose the match, and you can either keep or return the loser's underwear, and with that, let’s get this show on the road!” Ian finished and me and Henry both took our socks and shoes off, taking our first careful steps inside the oil-slicked ring.

I was wearing casual navy blue shorts, a red shirt, and a red and black jockstrap underneath it all…I told myself that my opponent would be someone I could handle enough that I wouldn’t lose more than my shirt. True enough, if anyone else BUT Henry had been chosen to wrestle me my victory was guaranteed, no doubt it's why he's my opponent.

Henry himself was wearing black cargo shorts and a black tank top, showing off his muscled arms which threatened to put me in a hold I’d never escape from if he managed it. We began sizing each other up in the precious few seconds we had before Ian started his countdown to begin. My best chance was to evade being grappled by his arms and focus on his legs which would slow him down. I’d go for his tank top first, the straps were an easy target that wouldn’t be an issue for me to simply rip off of him.

“1!” Ian shouted, his countdown had begun.

I spread my legs open and crouched, storing energy in my legs in case I got the opportunity to pounce and wrap my legs around him.

“2!”

Henry moved his arms up in a defensive position, which made me think he was either preparing for a straight up attack or was feinting and trying to catch me off-guard.

“3!”

The match had begun, and true enough he was feinting, because I didn’t move first, instead he lunged at me like lightning after the first few seconds had passed. My eyes widened and I moved to sidestep him but he reached his arm out which managed to grab right onto my left hand and he pulled me along with him.

I pried my hand from his grasp and moved before he could, he was against the edge of the ring and so I wrapped my legs around his waist and hooked my arms underneath his and pulled upwards. Within the first minute I managed to get him firmly pinned.

“Fuck…your quicker than I thought” Henry said, his voice hoarse from the breath being knocked out of him.

“Maybe you're just getting slow, old man,” I said, my smile widening. I noticed my crotch was pressed into his lower back, right against his firm ass. As soon as I realized, I could feel my cock start to respond and I cursed myself silently as the more I restrained Henry the more his ass pressed upwards onto my crotch.

My bulge was growing as I could feel his glutes rubbing up against me, despite the layers of fabric in between. Henry tried to free an arm and I responded by lifting Henry up further which as soon as I did it, I knew it was a mistake.

I landed his backside right in the middle of my crotch, my shaft was even rising in a way that nestled itself between his cheeks and at the contact I couldn’t help but bite my lip and said “Fucckkkk” under my breath.

Henry, damn him, heard me and even from this angle I saw a smile split his face. “What’s the matter, tough guy? Is all this muscle too much for you? Or are you just happy to see me” He said and I could tell he had noticed something poking at his ass and my expression of arousal had only confirmed his suspicions.

I didn’t answer, but even while restrained he could still slightly move and so he took it upon himself to sway his ass from side to side, effectively grinding his ass against my quickly growing cock.

I sucked in a breath as the contact only made my cock grow to full mast inside my shorts and jockstrap. I felt my head swirl with lust as I wanted to completely tear off Henry’s clothes and bend him over and fuck him senseless but I had to focus, I had to keep him pinned so I could rip off his tank top. I managed to clear my head at least for a moment so I had to act fast because as soon as one of his arms was free it would only be a few seconds before he broke away completely.

As Henry continued grinding against me, I counted down internally and as soon as I hit 5 I once again lifted Henry up, bending his back and while he was distracted I let go of his left arm and immediately grabbed ahold of the left strap of his tank top and Henry was beginning to realize what I was doing.

I tightened my grip, released my legs around his waist, and whilst pushing my legs away while still holding onto his left strap…

RIIIIIIPPPPPP

I lunged away but half his tank top came with me, the rest was in shreds around him and was now stripped to his waist, and the crowd cheered as I lifted up the garment in a momentary victory and threw it into the crowd. Henry turned to face me, now bare-chested and as I always suspected was quite hairy but still very well built and stocky. His torso was already beginning to glisten from the oil, because as soon as I had jumped away he had landed on the ground, and it only accentuated his large male pecs which rippled with muscle as he instinctively flexed them as he ripped away the remaining shreds of his shirt.

The movement stirred something in me, his large dominating figure awakened something primal, and I felt an equal urge to both break and bend his ass over for me…and for him to utterly pound me into submission. My cock twitched in response as it continued to throb, still imprisoned within my jockstrap.

“I see you haven’t lost your edge, it’s too bad though…playtime’s over” Henry said, his eyes locked onto mine and the look in them sent a tingle down my spine, and a chilling dread in the pit of my stomach. His expression wasn’t one of rage or amusement like it was before, no, his face was stone-cold and determined, and it both frightened and turned me on at the same time.

He readied himself, arms up in defense and I matched his movements in quick succession. We then circled one another as we slowly traversed the floor of the ring on our knees, each waiting for a sign of weakness, and it wasn’t until someone in the crowd nearby coughed that Henry made his move.

He lunged forward and so did I, and our palms slammed into each other, the force of which had me slide backwards a few feet. This didn’t deter me as I knew my next target was his shorts, and I briefly glanced down at them until my eyes locked right onto his crotch…

He had a full on bulge going on, and judging from the size of the tent he was pitching down there, the old man had nothing to be ashamed of unlike poor Rod.

I had to force myself to look away and locked eyes on Henry’s again, who noticed where my eyes had gone but his expression hadn’t changed, he still looked like he was equally ready to end me as much as strip me naked.

Our arms were locked in a struggle, and I was holding my own for the moment but I could already feel the strain on my arms weakening my resistance against the slow push of his arms against mine. I tried to push back in a vain attempt to knock him off his balance and I did succeed in sliding him back a bit, however Henry just smiled, a cold, wicked smile and said “it’s cute how you think this is my full strength, time to show you how it’s done”.

He breathed in deeply and his arm muscles rippled and he pushed with much more force this time, and my arms, already strained, couldn't keep up and I lost my grip. Henry seized the advantage and lunged forward and I was too slow to react to try and evade him. With one arm he bound mine behind my back and slammed me down on the ground with my arms pinned underneath me. He used his right arm to hold my torso in place while his legs held down my own.

He didn’t waste any time gloating or taunting, no he went straight for my throat with his free left hand and gripped the collar of my shirt tightly in his fist. He leaned down towards my ear and without warning he softly licked my earlobe which, despite myself I whimpered and felt my body tingle as he did so. My face flooded with heat as he said “you have no idea how bad you're gonna get it, this is just the start” and with a growl in his throat he tightened his grip on my shirt…and pulled.

RIPPPPP

He completely tore off my shirt, leaving my furry but stocky and well-built chest exposed. The crowd was loving it, they watched Henry completely turn the tables on me and had me firmly pinned, there wasn’t anything I could do to escape unless he wanted me to. Suddenly, he gave both my nipples a twist which made me suddenly gasp and say “Ahhh…fuckkk” I said.

My cock throbbed inside my shorts and Henry noticed the tent in my pants suddenly lurch upward. His grin grew even wider now, and he twisted my nipples again, and again. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning, instead I put every ounce of energy into looking for an opportunity to escape. However, my hopes were in vain as he twisted my nipples one last time, and harder too, I couldn’t help but let out a soft “Mmmmm”

While I was distracted, Henry suddenly stepped off me and before I could react he flipped me over onto my stomach and quickly put down my flailing legs and held my arms down with his right. Henry didn’t waste any time in giving my ass a quick slip before saying “time to lose the shorts” he said out loud.

Some in the crowd had heard him and they began to chant the words “lose the shorts!” “lose the shorts!” “lose the shorts!” they said, each time more voices joined in. I couldn’t tell if our colleagues had joined in or not but soon enough their voices chanted in near unison for Henry to divest me of another piece of clothing.

After a few moments, Henry bowed to their wishes, because he kept my legs pinned down but used both of his arms and reached for the sides of my shorts. The soft contact of his hands against my bare skin at first made me gasp and my cock twitch slightly as it was pressed against the floor. He slowly started to lower my shorts, and I could feel the cold air against my lower half as he did so and my cheeks flooded with shame as I felt the top of my ass being exposed.

“Wow! We got another jockstrap here!”

“What a pale butt, he needs to tan more”

“Smack his bare ass!”

As he exposed the top half of my bare butt, Henry did just that and I felt his hand smack against me, the sting made my eyes water a bit and strangely my cock throbbed even harder inside the pouch of my jockstrap. After that, however, Henry lifted himself off me and quickly slid my shorts down and off of my legs, throwing them into the crowd which left me in nothing but my jock, and people quickly noticed my bulge as I flipped upwards to face him.

Before Henry could prepare another attack, I recklessly tackled him to the ground, and the crowd lost it as we each rolled over, our bodies becoming ever more slick with sweat and oil as they collided with both the floor and each other. Henry was caught off guard and I used it to my advantage as we wrestled across the ring, and despite my frantic, energetic attempts to reach them his powerful arms constantly blocked any attempt at grabbing for his shorts.

At one point he wrapped his arms around my stomach and lifted me upwards, holding my body against him, and this time, as I did at the start of our match, this time I could feel his bulge’s warmth against my ass and Henry growled in his throat as he thrust his hips upward, sliding his crotch against my exposed ass cheeks.

The red in my face returned as it felt so good to feel the warmth of his bulge thrusting against me and that strange desire to submit to him returned. I briefly imagined myself in his office, this time both of us naked and me bent over his desk, with him pounding away at me like the alpha male he was that was claiming what was his. My desire to strip away his shorts now intermingled with my lust for my own boss, which only made me want to slap myself for acting like an animal when I had a match to win.

I had to break away, but suddenly Henry’s hand reached underneath me, grazing my bare ass cheeks but reaching past to grab my aching cock through the jockstrap’s pouch and I audibly whimpered this time. Henry’s voice whispered in my ear “who knew that the big, tough, new guy Jack was secretly a slut that’s practically begging to take my cock” he said, chuckling softly and I felt my face flood with shame. He knew this was turning me on like hell, and had intuitively guessed at my lust for him. Even before today I caught a few glimpses now and then of his features, checking him out every time he flexed his muscles or bent over it would always catch my eye. But today was the first time I had ever felt anything so intense, especially with my growing desire to let him fuck my brains out, and the fact that he knew was just so embarrassing as I had always cultivated the ideal image of professionalism for myself, and with each time he massaged my bulge it made both my remaining dignity and self-control slip away ever further.

He continued to massage my boner through my jockstrap, and I knew that if I didn’t escape soon I might lose my only remaining piece of clothing or worse…shoot my load in front of everybody here. I couldn’t let that happen so with all my strength I pulled his left arm muscle which made Henry cry out in pain and I seized my chance to break free from his grip.

I turned around and lunged straight for his shorts, and I managed to grab a hold of his sides but the oil made my grip loose, which made it easy for him to quickly side step me. I wasn’t letting him off easy, so I followed and tumbled with him, his arms again kept trying to hold mine down and overpower me, but I adopted a strategy of swatting his hands away whenever he tried, and my legs were just as powerful as his, indeed mine had the edge in terms of energy and training as his leg strength gave out way faster than mine did.

His deeply-tanned torso was shining thanks to the oil, which some people continue to pour more into the ring to keep things from drying out. My own torso, much paler than Henry's, was glistening with sweat and oil, which made our grips and grabs flimsier and our bodies easily slid along anothers.

The crowd was enraptured not only by our determination but also the sexually charged tension between us. Henry had sensed my lust but I was beginning to sense something else from him too, it was one thing to tease and taunt your opponent, however it was another to grab his hard-on and thrust your bulge in between his bare ass cheeks.

My suspicions were confirmed when I made the mistake of trying to use the floor to slide away from his lunge and latched himself onto my shoulders, he quickly climbed over my body and used his own full body weight to hold me down on the ground, pinned beneath him. I felt it again as he did so, however, the same euphoric warmth of his bulge had nestled itself right along my ass crack. Because of this, I had a rough idea of how big he was and if I was right…he had at least 7 inches on him which I knew could utterly destroy me if he ever did pound me into submission like my cock was begging me to do.

Just then, however, I felt him thrust once, twice, three times, until he was outright humping me. I bit my lip once again and felt my face turn a crimson red as Henry utterly humiliated me by asserting his dominance and manhandling me as if I were nothing. That strange, suppressed desire was starting to take hold of me again, and it took all of my self-control to keep myself from begging him to fuck me right there and then.

I knew I was defeated, however, there was no escape this time and all he needed to do was snap the waistband of my jockstrap and it would be over. It made my desire to submit all the stronger but I held onto my defiance even as my cock was leaking precum inside the pouch of my jockstrap.

Henry showed no signs of stopping, in fact his slow thrusts turned deeper, faster, more full of energy as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and his voice in my ear said “Saturday, 9:00 o’clock at night, my office, don’t be late” he said before kissing the side of my face and licking my earlobe once again which sent shivers down my spine, before retreating.

In my confusion I almost didn’t register him suddenly wrapping his hands around the sides of my jock, and I sank my head in defeat as I felt the fabric give way with a simple snap and I laid there as Henry stood up and raised his arms in victory. The crowd cheered, but some expressed their desire to see me stand up with him, including, I noticed, our colleagues who were standing right beside the edge of the ring now. I realized there was no point in trying to hide, but thankfully Henry extended a hand to me and helped lift me up onto my feet.

“Jesus! That thing is thick!”

“Wow, Can you believe he’s already leaking?”

“Fuck, I’d ride him till he shot!”

Were all shouts from guys in the crowd I could make out coherently, but most of them drooled at the sight of my fully hard, 5-inch long and thick cock. My pale face was beet red, and I sheepishly smiled and chuckled at the guys from the office who all sported wide, shit-eating grins and suffered from bouts of laughter.

Suddenly, Ian tapped on his mic and said “Well well, looks like our winner is Henry Knight, and sorry Jack Whittle, guess you can’t keep your underwear, however, before you leave we keep spare clothes for those who lose them, but feel free to stay as bare as you want,” he said and gave me a wink that only made me turn my head away in embarrassment.

“Alright folks, let’s get at least two more rounds here, come on, volunteers” Ian said as me and Henry stepped out of the ring, and the guys greeted us with, as I expected, laughter and teasing. I used my hands to cover myself until my boner went down though none of the guys let me off the hook for it.

“Alright fellas, a bet’s a bet, time to pay up” Henry said, and held out his hand, waiting.

The guys all lost their grins immediately and started pulling out their wallets. “Um, what’s going on?” I asked, and Henry looked at me, still bare-chested, and smiled and said “Oh right, well the guys here bet me you wouldn’t even be able to get a single piece of clothing off, but I had faith you’d put up a fight, and trust me…you did” he said as he gladly accepted cash from each of our colleagues, all except for Daniel who stood off to the side, seems he hadn't taken the bet.

I almost couldn’t believe my ears, my mouth hung open, and I was about to lose my shit but suddenly I remembered the second part of my initiation bet…

“So….I lost, and I said I’d do one favor for you guys if I did, so…what is it?” I said.

Henry glanced at the guys, whose knowing smiles returned but they said nothing. Henry spoke up and said “come into work tomorrow and find out” he said, winking and that’s all he would say about it for the rest of the night. We decided to stay and watch the other two matches, one was a Latino man that looked like he was a professional marathon runner, the other was a young blonde that didn’t stand a chance and got stripped fully naked within 5 minutes. The second match was a lot closer, it was between that one hottie I saw before, Sebastian, and some other student I had seen on campus, some red-haired jock that talked a lot of shit. Sebastian managed to put him in his place, stripping his arrogant opponent naked but not before he lost his own shirt and pants. Ian called it a night after that, I made sure to grab a change of clothes from security, which were unfortunately too small but…it was better than walking out naked.

"See you at work tomorrow, sexy" Henry whispered in my ear as he walked by and towards the main doors. I couldn't help but shiver in pleasure as he did so, and despite myself...I couldn't wait for Saturday night, and judging by the growing bulge in my new pants...my cock agreed.

Next day at work

I arrived at my usual time, and everything seemed normal at first until I had put my change of clothes inside my locker and walked out into the main office to see all the guys standing there, including Henry, waiting for me.

“Uh…what’s up guys?” I asked, nervously.

Henry stepped up and said “Well, you wanted to know what your forfeit was for losing the match, and we decided that if you lost…you have to stay naked at the office for a whole week” he said, and some of the guys snickered.

My eyes widened and I could feel my cheeks blooming with heat as I panicked and said “What?! I’d never have agreed to-t-to this if I’d known this was my forfeit!” I said, my face now crimson red.

“That’s the point, you wouldn’t have, so we had to keep it vague, but you knew that we could have demanded anything when you agreed to the terms, it’s not our fault you failed to consider this possibility, so step up and take your punishment. Strip,” Henry said, that cold and serious look on his face again.

I hesitated, I began to think of what Henry had said last night right before he stripped my jockstrap away, and despite how mad and humiliated I felt…I already knew I was going to do exactly what he told me, and my cock began to rise at the thought of what he planned for me. I knew that there was no point in arguing, if I didn’t, they would strip me themselves, so…I began to remove my clothes.

The guys watched me like vultures as I stripped, first came my socks and shoes, which I left in front of me, then came my shirt which I slowly unbuttoned and I let fall onto the floor, next came my pants which quickly joined my shirt. That left me in nothing but my boxer briefs, and the guys all nodded their approval, including Henry, who watched me ravenously as I slowly pulled off my last piece of clothing and left them in a pile with my other clothes, leaving me totally naked.

Daniel, with a nod from Henry came over and quickly gathered up my clothes and walked off, which left me no choice but to stay naked. I used my hands to cover up and I hung my head in shame as I asked “Do I have to leave the office naked every night for the rest of the week?”

“No, you can get dressed in your change of clothes once you leave work every night, but not before then, oh and don’t worry I’ve changed the schedule, you're on office duty for the next week, so you better get busy naked boy” Henry said, winking at me before walking off.

The guys then walked over and started chatting with me, a bunch of them said they thought I had balls of steel to go up against the boss like that, while others asked if they could have another “look” but I told them to fuck off which thankfully they did. Through all of it, my hands covered what was left of my modesty and dignity. I thought I had found a way to make my initiation as least humiliating as possible…instead I managed to make it possibly the most any guy has ever had to endure.

As I walked past the guys who began to resume their work duties, I felt a stray hand slap my bare ass cheek as I walked by. I glared at them but they only grinned at me in return. They all talked among themselves and as I made my way to the reception desk, where the main desk worker was posted during the day, I thought again of what Henry said but also of how I had to stay naked for the entire week.

If they caught me trying to wear clothes at all they’d just strip me naked again, or worse punish me for disobeying…no, they were right, it was my idea and I agreed to their terms, better I just suck it up and deal with it…

What the guys didn’t know, or see, except maybe Henry, was that as I stripped away my underwear and stood naked in front of them, my cock rose to full mast and still hadn’t gone down. Thankfully I was able to tuck it between my legs and used my hands to cover it, though it made walking awkward. Still, the combination of confusion, embarrassment, and arousal only made things so unclear. One thing remained constant, however, and that was that no matter what, I was going to be in Henry’s office, at 9 o'clock ...on the dot.

End of Chapter.

Author’s Note:

Thank you guys for reading another chapter of this series! I know it’s been a while since my last post but don’t worry I haven’t forgotten you, I’m unsure which character to focus on next, please feel free to suggest any of the ones I’ve introduced so far or someone you’ve been wanting to see from the main cast list! Until next time, I’m always here and I hope you enjoyed ;)

These are my two main choices for the next character chapter, but again feel free to suggest otherwise!

Time for a blast from the past, either:

1.) Professor Ethan from The Professor's Anatomy.

2.) Thomas from Thomas' Misadventures

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