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The Exhibitionists' Club Ch. 7 - Sebastian Part 1

Cruel and Unusual Punishment

Last chapter followed Sebastian's boyfriend Thomas entering a male arousal study for extra credit, and ended up being milked by his insanely hot anatomy professor, and now he confronts his lover with the possible desire to have sex with the older man...

Sebastian

"Wait...you mean professor, ass of a Greek God, Ethan?" I said in response to Thomas bursting into the dorm room and shouting about how much he wanted to fuck a professor on campus.

"...yes" he said, meekly.

His eyes looked downcast, like he was ashamed. My heart sunk in my own chest and beckoned him over to me. He closed the door behind him and practically jumped into my arms on his bed. As I caressed his soft, wavy black hair I worked out the words I wanted to say:

"Babe, your going to run into certain guys that you are extremely attracted to, its natural. Like, there's a few bros in my Frat I'd love to bend over but I know I can't not just because they're straight, but also because it'd complicate things too much" I said.

He looked up at me, those sweet and sad puppy dog eyes never failed to make my heart melt.

"I won't forbid it, but I do want you to be careful, okay? don't do anything to get yourself hurt or in trouble, you got it?" I said.

"Don't worry Seb, I have it all handled" he said, smiling so warmly I couldn't resist kissing him, his warm velvety lips inviting further exploration which caused a stir in my groin.

But....I had somewhere to be, I had to get back to the Frat house and clean up my room and study for the rest of the night before bed. So I reluctantly pulled away before I found myself pounding away inside him once again.

He had a slightly pouty look on his face as I got up, but I merely smiled in return and said "Don't give me that look mister, you were supposed to strip down as soon as you got home, remember? be glad I didn't spank you again as punishment" I finished and a deep blush flooded his cheeks.

"I'll let it slide this time, but next time that ass is getting both a pounding AND a spanking, and I don't think you want both in a row" I said, giving him a mischievous wink as I closed the door behind me and started down the stairs of Thomas' dorm building.

I didn't tell Thomas this, but I was having some problems with the Frat lately ever since I bested the president, a real prick named Eric at a strip wrestling match in the Rainbow Room. The whole thing happened because of pledge week where we had to do one dare no matter how bad it was, and the vide president had dared me to wrestle Eric but I got to choose the time, place, and rules.

Eric lost. Badly. He ended up naked before his entire frat, who made sure to take plenty of photos of their senior's humiliation. He had been so angry lately, he was pissing off everybody and by extension some people were avoiding me because I was the source of his ire.

I got the impression that many of the seniors and other officers had grown increasingly tired of Eric's antics, I felt they were waiting for the proverbial straw. Until then I did my best to avoid Eric when I could, even try to apologize for things going so far but to no avail and I got the distinct feeling that he was planning some sort of payback.

Thomas already had enough to worry about with all this medical study business (which I found kinda hot, in a way) that I didn't want him to worry about me, besides I could take care of myself.

I was completely lost in my own thoughts as I walked across campus towards the frat houses I passed by a few security patrols. I recognized a few since I had recently landed a position as a student assistant to help pay my college expenses. This time it was that cute, blonde twink named....Daniel? and a bigger, beefy muscle dad named Jack who filled out every inch of his uniform which never failed to make me drool.

I waved at them politely but moved on without speaking a word, I had precious little time left in the day. I began walking up the steps to my two-story frat house and to my surprise there was a lot of noise going on inside. I heard loud, angry shouts coming a male voice from the main living room and a few others shouted back in response.

I opened the door and walked in and suddenly I heard the words much more clearly:

"-should be here to defend himself, you have no right to just go through a brother's room without him present or reasonable suspicion of banned items" I heard the vice president James say, who was unusually a nerdy tall kid with glasses and short brown hair. He was the smartest guy here and everyone knew it, and if Eric wasn't your atypical "popular jock" he'd be president instead.

"I have every right if I have personally witnessed him smuggling banned items into said room, and because those items were indeed found in his room, he needs to be punished accordingly" Eric, I now realized, said.

I felt a slight sense of dread as I suspected who he was talking about and slowly entered the living room and all eyes turned to me, some in sympathy, others in indifference to Eric's latest bullshit. James was up in Eric's face, and the latter had a sinister smirk that grew wide upon seeing me enter.

"Ah, the guest of honor has arrived, tell us brother Sebastian, why did I find *these* in your room today?" Eric said and held up a bag of weed in his hand.

My blood boiled as I realized what he was doing, I was being set up! but I wasn't going down without a fight.

"What?! But I've never seen that before, did you find a lighter, a bong or anything I could use to smoke all that with?" I said, as a point of fact. Some of the guys turned to whisper with each other, they seemed split on the issue.

"It's not just me, I have witnesses who say they saw you bring this bag into your room, besides myself" Eric said, and smugly gestured towards another frat brother, a junior named Casey who was reputed to be one of Eric's rivals. He also pointed to another guy next to him, Henry who was another freshman, rather fresh-faced and right now he looked like he'd rather be anywhere else right now. I was starting to feel the same.

"Hold on Eric, first let's hear it from them personally before dealing out any punishments" James said, and gestured to the two guys to come forward. Eric seemed a little annoyed at James's interference but said nothing in response, letting the boys speak for him.

"Now, did you or did you not witness Sebastian smuggle this into his room?" James asked them both.

"We both did, he came home late one night after seeing that boytoy of his, me and Henry here saw him slip the bag inside his room, isn't that right, Henry?" Casey said.

I clenched my fist at the way he talked about Thomas, but instead I bore my eyes right into Henry's who could barely look back at me and flinched every time. He knew full well what he was supposed to say was a lie, I only hoped that his conscience was stronger than his fear of angering the frat president.

"y-....y-yes, we both saw him" Henry said, his eyes glued to the floor like he was a child being scolded by his parents.

"But...that's a lie! can't you see James? they're both up to something!" I yelled in my defense, my face red.

James looked at both of them for a few long moments, scrutinizing them and asked one final time if that was indeed what they saw and they both repeated their stories, word for word.

The vice president finally turned to me with a look of pity and sympathy, one that wished he could stop this but his hands were tied, and said "I'm sorry Sebastian, but in light of this...you need to be punished" he said and folded his arms in disgust.

"That's right James, and as Frat president it is up to me to determine what befits our brother's crimes" he said.

"Don't forget Eric, first punishments should be handed out lightly, don't do a repeat of last year or I swear I'll..."

"You'll what? Report me? I will count that as interference in the performance of my duties as president, and I'll be extending Sebastian's punishment to you if you do" He said, viciously.

"Fine Eric, have it your way, freshman clear out this is not something you'll want to see" James said, giving me one last look of sympathy and escorted the Freshman out. Some of the sophomores and juniors left too leaving just me, Eric, and a majority of the seniors.

"Alright Sebastian, as punishment for smuggling of banned substances your clothing privileges have been revoked for two weeks. Strip." Eric said.

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but laugh a little despite my rising anxiety.

"Excuse me? What the fuck do you mean 'clothing privileges'?" I said.

"You heard me Sebastian, when freshman are punished we take all of their clothes and force them to walk around the house naked except for when they leave, I won't say it again. Strip." he said, this time more forcefully.

I looked around the room and noticed that some of the seniors were circling me like vultures, Eric's little sycophants no doubt, ready to jump at his command if I disobeyed.

Realizing I was trapped, I reluctantly, and very slowly I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it up over my head, exposing my bare torso to everyone. A few of the seniors grabbed my nipples and twisted them, I slapped their hands away and felt heat flush in my face.

"I didn't say stop, drop your pants. Now. Or we do it for you." Eric said, stepping closer to me threateningly, along with his cronies.

I held my hands up before lowering them down to the hem of my pants and started unzipping them and to my embarrassment and shock...I realized my cock was beginning to stir within my boxer briefs!

I didn't stop but I felt a sudden feeling of humiliation as these guys might just be about to see my fully erect penis...I tried to ignore it but as I lowered my pants down my legs and stepping out of them I was sporting a very prominent bulge which I was quick to cover up.

Unfortunately, Eric noticed.

"What you hiding there Seb? or what are you...*not* hiding?" He said, chuckling derisively, his cronies mimicking him. He stepped closer to me, and we were face to face, my own expression was defiant despite the redness and when he said:

"Drop the undies." He said.

"Come on Eric, please don't make me do this" I said and Eric was about to call his brothers into action when I stepped in and slowly, every so slowly I slid my last garment down my legs. I felt my cock springing to life and my fully erect cock slapped against my stomach and was already leaking!

I stood back up, fully naked as the seniors gathered up my clothes and I attempted to cover myself but Eric was having none of it. "No no, keep your arms at your sides" he said but this time I wasn't having it.

"What the hell Eric? I'm not showing you guys my dick" I said.

"Awww, he's shy, let's help him come out of his shell you guys, grab him!" he said and on command I had two guys pounce on me, grabbing my arms and forcing them away from my crotch, exposing my erect penis as each of them held my arms behind my back. My dick was 7.5 inches long fully hard, cut, and was a caramel shade of tan that matched the rest of my body.

"Wow, he's not so little after all, we might need to change that" Eric said and I whipped my head towards him on confusion.

Suddenly he slapped my hard dick, and I groaned as he did it again, and again, and again. Tears stung the back of my eyes as my dick throbbed with pain and yet somehow was still leaking precum.

"Ha, not so mighty now, are you?" Eric said.

"He's crying like a little baby!" One of the seniors said.

"We should shave him smooth, make him into a little bitch boi" another said.

"Quiet you two, no, I got a better idea in mind for him" he said and nodded to one of the other seniors nearby who ran off to get something.

"What are you going to do?" I whimpered and my face was flooded with embarrassment and humiliation as I stood there naked and exposed in front of practically half of the entire frat! and if they kept to these rules I'd be showing myself off naked to them for two weeks...

"Just completing your punishment dear Sebastian, don't worry your pretty boy head about it" Eric said, ruffling my hair.

The other senior came back with a small bag and and reached inside, my eyes widened in horror as I saw him produce a cock cage from it and hand it to Eric and renewed struggling against the guys holding me, my cock deflating to the point it swung between my legs as I did so.

"Eric, come on this is going too far now, stop this" I said.

"No dear Seb, I decide when we stop, now then, Taylor!, Pierce!, shave his crotch so the cage will fit better" he said.

I felt my anxiety increase a hundredfold, my heart beat thunderously in my chest as the two guys on either side of me let go and walked to the front of me and each of them took out small electric razors from their pockets and didn't waste any time in shaving my crotch, already I could feel my man hair being forcefully taken from me.

I started to realize just how much this was planned in advance, I hadn't stood a chance the minute I walked in here tonight. Now here I was, stripped of all my clothes, and was being shaved of all my pubes.

Their razors cut through my bush like a hot knife through butter, I looked down in abject horror as they kept moving my dick to reach around my crotch, the stimulation was getting me hard again.

I wasn't especially hairy, but it still took them a minute to shave my bare crotch completely smooth, all the guys proceeded to practically point and laugh which just made my balls shrivel up and my face flooded with shame and embarrassment.

"Where's your man-hair? wow, what a loser!"

"His cock looks like a kid's cock, not like a real man's"

"If he didn't have such a big dick, it WOULD be a kids cock!"

I heard guys shout from all over, and Eric picked up on that last one and said "Don't worry guys, time to shrink him down to size, this cock cage here is specially designed to absolutely restrict blood flow to your dick while allowing you to piss freely without getting it dirty."

"And just how long are you making me wear this thing?" I asked.

A bunch of the guys started shouting off random different lengths of time. Eric ignored them all until they quieted down and said "I think....a month ought to teach you to learn your lesson" he said.

"Eric...you can't do this!" I said in protest but no matter how much I struggled I couldn't stop him as I felt Eric grab my dick and begin to wrap the cage around my cock. I had gone soft again and before it had a chance to get hard, he fit the cage right onto my manhood and proceeded to lock it with a key that he wrapped around his neck.

I looked down and saw the cage was small, round and made of metal and like Eric said put pressure on the base of my shaft which prevented any sort of blood flow. My face flooded with red once more, as well as anger, but the guys finally let me go and I fell on the floor in surprise.

The guys all began filing out, some of them muttering 'loser' and 'bitch' under their breaths, and maybe they were right, Eric had won. Here I lay, my clothes and dignity stripped away from me, Eric gave me one last look of triumph before leaving me there, completely humiliated, and I was left to stew in my shame.

I slowly got up and tried to make it up to my room, as soon as I reached the 2nd floor I heard a voice behind me say "Seb, over here" and I turned to see James come out from behind a corner at the top of the stairs.

"Please James, I just want to go to bed before anyone else sees" I said and James gave me a flat look in response.

"Show me" he said.

I guess there was no point in trying to hide it, soon enough I would be the laughingstock of the entire frat, so I moved my hands away from my crotch.

"Wow, that son of a bitch really did it again" he said, chuckling angrily.

"Wait, what do you mean *again*?" I said.

"Eric did almost the same thing last year to a sophomore who embarrassed him, no one dared contradict his blatant manipulation of the house rules, but I couldn't do anything about it then, I thought as vice president I could...but its still the same now" James said, sadly.

"He is *not* getting away with this" I said, baring my teeth.

"I never said he would, but I realize I can't do it alone now, I'm going to need your help" he said, smiling slightly.

"Help with what?" I asked.

"I'm not sure yet, but somehow Eric needs to be dealt with, play along for now until I can come up with something more, stay low if you can, but...I'm sorry I couldn't do more" he said, before finally walking away.

I walked the rest of the way to my room in silence, I decided I needed to trust James, he seemed decent enough and right now anything seemed better than Eric. I opened the door and my faint glimmer of hope was gone as I found my room stripped bare of any clothing, my cock cage clinked as I took the first step inside and just sat on my bed.

I looked down and the humiliation returned as I felt my smooth crotch and poked at the cage, I only hoped Eric would be satisfied by this, I just had to make it through the next two weeks and I'd get my clothes back at least.

I opened my phone, which Eric's cronies had left behind along with my wallet, and saw my text chat bubble with Thomas and thought about calling him, telling him what happened but right now I just needed to sleep. But as fitful sleep came, finally, I swore to myself that Eric would regret the day he messed with me, and by the time I was done with him he'll be remembered as the president who lost his frat.

End of Chapter Six.

Author's Note: Uh oh! the tables have turned on Seb at last as he finds himself at the mercy of Eric and his cronies, find out what else is in store for poor Sebastian as he faces the two most humiliating weeks of his life.

Keep an eye on the current timeline I have setup which you can see on my recent Tumblr posts, and in the meantime please enjoy this latest installment, and have a great week!

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End of Hiatus and New Timeline

Hey everyone!

I'm sorry I've been absent so much lately, I've just felt a lack of writing spirit plus some personal problems I'm dealing with but I'm back and I'm ready to share some details on my latest chapters and the timeline in which they are currently meant to be published:

February - Exhibitionists Club Ch. 7 Sebastian Part 1

March - Exhibitionists Club Ch. 8 Sebastian Part 2 Sneak Peek

April - Sebastian Part 2 Full Story

Gym Discovery (Short Story)

Officer Marcus (Short Story)

May -

Exhibitionists Club Ch. 9 Jeremy Part 2

Stay tuned during these months as I have a lot planned for you all to make up for lost time, I'll hopefully have the next chapter posted within the week!

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The Exhibitionists Club Ch. 6 - Thomas Part 2

Author's Note: Two Parts in one day! I know it'd been a while since I last posted, life gets in the way and whatnot but I'm still here and dedicated to giving you the stories you all love!

This chapter will be focused on Thomas from Ethan's perspective...does our stud Professor have the hots for one of his students??? Find out ;)

Part 2 -

Two Parts in One!

Ethan I had just sent away Professor Whittle and her small group of female volunteers when Thomas finally showed up. Only three other male students had agreed to participate which was fine, seeing as the study was meant to be on a small scale though I would interview each of them separately to make them more comfortable…for what came next. Thomas was the last to arrive, and when he entered he looked flustered like he had lost track of time, and I thought it was perhaps from being exhausted, studying perhaps?

I’m ashamed to admit that I found the lad quite beautiful, he had a thin but angular face, with sharp blue eyes and wavy dark hair that narrowly avoided going past his eyes. He wore a plain green tshirt, a dark brown coat from being outside, and brown pants. When I had finally gotten a closer look at him when he came up to me earlier, I thought he was the most beautiful young man I had ever seen, and my cock had started to rise in my pants as if in response to an attractive fellow male in my presence.

I felt a slight heat rise in my cheeks as well, because I could feel the arousal in my loins but it was only a little, not so much as to pop a boner right here and now…not yet anyways.

“Ah, Thomas, I was afraid you weren’t going to show up after all,” I said.

“No, just-just got…lost around the building, that’s all” he replied in heaving breaths. “Regardless, I’m glad you're here because now we can start” I said and directed him to sit with the others.

He did as I told him and it sent a rush through me that he was so quick to obey… “Now, you all know why you are here, I assume you’ve got your forms all signed and you will hand them to me” I said and sure enough all four of my volunteers handed over their signed forms which had now effectively sealed their fates.

“Good, now then, here’s how it works, I’ll call you one at a time and you’ll proceed into the medical exam room right behind me”-I said, pointing towards the door.

“Once you are inside with me, you are to follow all of my instructions to the letter, and will continue to remain part of the study until its duration, understood?” I said, and the first three nodded but Thomas…hesitated before agreeing.

“Excellent, now, Blake is it? You're up first” I said and the tall skinny blonde from my Anatomy II class followed me into the medical exam room, and as I closed the door I glanced towards Thomas and we locked eyes for a split second before I fully closed it. I silently cursed myself to get a grip and be professional, he's a student for god’s sake!

Thomas He’s a professor for god’s sake! I thought as I noticed Professor Ethan’s gaze locked onto me right before he closed the door. I could hardly ignore my dick twitching in my pants as I saw that familiar gleam in my professor’s eyes…I still couldn’t quite figure out what it was exactly, but I had my suspicions. Still, he couldn’t possibly be interested in me…would he? He was the star Adonis of the campus, all his students talked about how hot he was and were jealous of whoever got to date him. So the thought of him desiring me was absolutely preposterous…wasn’t it?

I waited there, down at the end of the row of pull-up chairs that were put out for everyone to sit, and as I sat there my mind was an influx of emotions, ones worried about George, others on getting this extra credit, and now I have to deal with a possible crush on my professor??? It was enough that by the time that Blake had returned it seemed only seconds had passed for me. The tall blonde looked…different, like a warm glow about him but also an ashamed look in his eyes as well. Next up was Wes, a medium-height caramel skin and shoulder-length hair that it seemed he braided himself and when he was in there I swore I could hear them talking or some very…odd noises. Regardless, he came out quicker than Blake did and had a satisfied smile on his face. Next up was the guy sitting at the opposite end and for the first time I noticed…it was George from the Anatomy I class. He was glaring right at me, his ice-cold stare sent chills down my spine like it did before and Professor Ethan looked disturbed when he had to call him in. Not taking his eyes off me, George got up and followed Ethan into the exam room.

For some reason, George was in there a lot longer than the other two, longer than they probably should have. I started to worry, remembering George’s threats from earlier, what exactly did he mean when he said “or else I’ll make you my little bitch, too?” that didn’t make any sense at all! nonetheless…I was about to get up and go find Professor Whittle when at long last George emerged from the exam room and he had a devilish smile on his face. Ethan looked…disheveled, but nonetheless the same if a bit more stiff and stoic than he usually was. George didn’t glare at me again, instead he merely winked and walked right out, leaving it just between me, and professor Ethan.

Ethan “Thomas Miller? Come on in, you're the last one” I said, trying to sound as professional as possible and not like my ass had just been rammed into, I felt ashamed and disgusted with myself for continuing to let George do this to me. Ever since he and James had…stolen my clothes and done all those…other things then maybe I would feel like I still had a shred of dignity to my name. But now? Every time George got me alone these days he held that copy of the video over my head and I had no choice or I’d lose my job at best and go to prison at worst. Most of the time he just wanted to fuck me, other days he’d strip off all my clothes and leave me tied up to my own office chair until the janitor found me and helped me. Thankfully I was able to play it off as a silly prank by some trouble-making students.

Just now? As soon as the door was closed he wasted no time, he bent me over the table that I now directed Thomas to sit on and then he…took off my pants and started pounding my ass, he had even grabbed my hair, and I thanked god that the walls were thicker in this building because even though I stifled my moans, George never made an attempt to hide what he was feeling. The little punk had the nerve to threaten me before he left…he told me to keep my eyes off of the other guys in the class, said I was his and that he didn’t like to share. He seemed particularly focused on Thomas about that last bit, and it worried me, he could do whatever he wanted to me but I drew the line at hurting my students! I had to do something about this, it was far past time and needed to take action now before Thomas or anyone else…got hurt.

“Professor? Is everything alright?” I heard Thomas say and I turned to look at him and with the lamp shining directly on him I stifled a breath in surprise because he looked absolutely beautiful, even more so than usual.

I realized then I had been staring at my clipboard for a few minutes now, distracted by my thoughts about George. “Oh, yes just…checking to make sure I had to right papers for you here” I said and to prove it I got a new copy of his initial charts and refilled out all his information on it before I collected myself and started preparing him and myself…because I was about to see Thomas butt naked.

“Alright…here’s how it works Thomas, first I need to do a full check of your male anatomy so…I’m going to need you to take off all your clothes please, and put them on the chair by the door” I said, my voice even despite that my cock was literally lurching to life in anticipation.

Thomas’ face grew bright red, and under the lamp light it only made the color more prominent which made him so adorable…but nonetheless he didn’t seem surprised, in fact he didn’t even voice any protests like Blake had.

He hesitated at first, but he muttered something and despite that he was still bright red he got up and with great reluctance he began to pull off his clothes. First he removed his socks and shoes, afterwards his coat and at the first glance of his upper body I could feel the blood rushing to my dick. I tried not to stare, captivated as Thomas lifted his shirt over his head exposing his bare torso but I was surprised by how much musculature he had on him it was difficult for me to try and concentrate on filling out the form in front of me especially as my cock started to ache inside my pants.

What came next, though, was Thomas slowly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. He kept his head down but I could tell he was so embarrassed to be exposing himself to his own teacher, but it seemed…more than that somehow. I peeked inside his pants and my cock rose to full hardness when I saw the sexiest burgundy red silk briefs on him. I was positively drooling at the sight, but I managed to tear my gaze away and take notes on Thomas’ male anatomy features. At least that wasn’t so difficult to do in this state, especially as the lad finished removing his jeans which left him in nothing but his briefs. My breath caught in my throat as he slowly grasped each side of his briefs and slowly lowered them down his legs. My dick throbbed and even felt it leak a little as I saw Thomas’ perfect cut cock come into full view. It seemed that Thomas regularly shaved off his pubes which only made his dick seem that much larger, there was already a little blood rushing to it so…I was guessing maybe 7 inches? The perfect length, too….no, stop it he’s your student I said to myself.

Thomas stood there, fully naked in front of me and he slowly started to gather up his clothes and placed them on the chair beside the door as I instructed and stood there by the table with his arms covering up his crotch. “I’m sorry Thomas, but I need to examine your anatomy and that means…genitalia too” I said, gently trying to calm the poor kid down.

Thomas grew redder in the face but he moved his hands aside and his cock had grown to half-mast now, and with my clipboard in hand I prepared the checklist the same as the others…

“Now, for our first overview I’m going to be observing your anatomy, and once I am done with that I will be testing your body’s sensitive areas to get a rudimentary idea of your body’s sexual arousal response, alright?” I said, again gently.

Thomas didn’t object but nor did he respond except for a slight nod of his head and refused to meet my eyes. I could hardly blame him, but I had a job to do still despite the aching boner in my own pants.

So, I raked my eyes over Thomas’ naked body and the more I looked at it the more…aroused I got, he had such an incredible and beautiful body that I took clear detailed notes on the various parts of his anatomy and from what I could see and my general knowledge of human anatomy Thomas was a healthy, fit young male like anyone else except…

He was hard. Fully hard. By the time I was able to move past Thomas’ juicy bubble butt towards his front the lad’s head was upwards, refusing to look at me as I gazed at his amazingly hard cock which dangled between his legs like a trapped treat that was begging me to reach out and touch it only to end up paying for it if I dared to do such a thing. After that, however, I had to start testing his erogenous zones which started towards the top, specifically his ears which surprisingly earned a twitch from his still fully hard cock down there. When I reached his nipples I got a much bigger response from him, I saw him biting his lip as I used my gloved hands to massage them. My cock was practically begging and felt like it would rip through the fabric and just flop out in the open.

I couldn’t help but to try and twist one of them a little and I heard a soft “oh!” escape from Thomas’ lips. “Good, subject has ummm…sensitive response to stimuli around the nipple area” I managed to say.

I moved on towards his lower half now, one gloved hand feeling down his torso to test for sensitive areas which Thomas didn’t seem to have. However, next came the rather more fun part, depending on your perspective.

“Thomas? Next is gluteus and penile stimulation, just so you are aware and of course please state if you are in any distress as I complete your examination” I said, sounding rather professional this time.

“O-okay, but be careful I’m rather…sensitive down there” he said, his voice wobbly and embarrassed but I gave him a reassuring smile. That seemed to relax him a bit, and he closed his eyes as I reached around his waist and gently massaged around his butt. I couldn’t believe I had my hands massaging Thomas’ ass, I was afraid of getting too close to Thomas’ legs or he’d know I have a hard on, big time. Thomas seemed to find the sensation stimulating but not as sensitive as his nipple area which I added to the notes. Next was the finale, I gingerly reached out and grabbed his cock gently but firmly in my hand to test the firmness of his arousal and what I felt blew me away completely. I was such a torrent of conflicting desires.

I used my free hand to caress his balls, the combination of which made Thomas moan through gritted teeth. Now I had to further stimulate him and I prayed to whoever was out there that what I was hoping for came true. I used the tips of my fingers to stimulate the glans at the tip of his penis.

“Oh! Fuckkkkk” Thomas whispered out loud. I was almost done here, so I continued to fondle his balls and teasing the tip of his cock when suddenly I heard him say: “Fuck…Professor umm…I’m gonna…if you don’t stop” he said.

I didn’t stop.

Instead, I started slowly jerking his cock, increasing the pace until I could see his body language communicate for him as his muscles contracted and legs buckled as he shot his load. Thankfully I aimed it towards a small cup I had for this exact purpose. I forgot to mention we needed to collect sperm samples from all the volunteers…it seemed Thomas really enjoyed doing it this way. He grunted and moaned as he shot his load inside the cup and I managed to collect most of it, with only a few drops on the floor, none of the others had shot nearly as much. I was…impressed, almost like a display of dominance. I cast those thoughts aside as I let Thomas recover and finished up taking my notes and made sure to say “Don’t worry, we already collected your sperm sample for the study so you are all good to go, your clothes are in the cor-” I said and looked to see Thomas had already started getting dressed, his eyes downcast, ashamed.

“Thomas? What’s wrong?” I asked him, concerned.

“Professor…you said you took my sperm sample…what did that mean, exactly?” he asked.

“Oh, oh! I’m so sorry Thomas I forgot to mention it, we do it with all the other volunteers, see?” I said, indicating the row of three cups on the medical counter which all had sperm samples of the previous three volunteers…even George.

Thomas immediately lightened up a bit after that and started to pull his clothes back on, which seemed a shame as he truly was as beautiful as I imagined…not that I imagined it at all.

“Our next scheduled interview will be the same time tomorrow night, where we will go over the more extensive rules of this study, so be on time” I said, ignoring the aching need for release in my own pants. Thomas finished getting dressed and gave me a wan smile and said “Don’t worry, I’ll be here, can’t afford without that extra credit after all” he said. I showed him the way out and once the door had closed behind him, I immediately locked it because now…now I needed some release and started undoing my pants…

Thomas I couldn’t process what just happened, the hottest professor on campus now only just saw me naked but he actually jerked me off! No wonder the others looked so different when they came out…even George. I walked back towards my dorm building where Seb was waiting for me, it was already dark and the security guards were out on patrol but I didn’t care about any of it because I was slowly reaching a conclusion that in truth I already knew but I didn’t want to admit it. As I climbed the steps up towards my dorm, I braced myself because I had no idea how he would react and…he could get rather jealous at times. There was only one way to find out as I walked in and greeted my boyfriend with a smile, and he immediately leaped up towards me and planted a kiss on my cheek. I blushed and smiled at him but I told him I needed to tell him something. He sat on the couch as he waited for me to find the words, but it was…hard, much harder than I thought until I managed to blurt out “I think…I think I want to fuck Professor Ethan!” I said.

End of Part 2.

Author’s Note: Next chapter is going to see an escalation as Thomas attempts to navigate his burning desire to fuck his teacher and needing the extra credit to pass the class…elsewhere, jealous George is up to something new this time, but who is the target of his latest scheme? Find out the next chapter everyone!

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The Exhibitionists Club Ch. 5 Part 1 - Thomas

Author’s Note: Time for a little doctor-themed story! Also, watch out for George, he’s bad news for Thomas…

Thomas

It was another lecture with my new Anatomy Professor, Ethan Rivers, and unfortunately for me I was doing poorly in his class ever since I failed to study hard enough for the first exam of the semester. It was my own fault, really, I had been out late the night before trying to find my clothes when Seb had them all scattered across my dorm building as his way of welcoming me on campus. Since then I’ve toned down my adventures and I threw myself into my studies to make up for it, and I’d made good progress so far but I’d be lucky to earn a B+ because the exams in this class counted for much of our grade. I was sitting there anxiously thinking of how I could possibly earn some sort of extra credit perhaps? I didn’t want to pass with a bad grade or worse fail one of my earliest college courses.

I turned my attention back to Professor Ethan, who by all accounts was regarded as one of the hottest on campus and…I agreed, he was still in his late 20’s and dressed very professionally in tight-fitting clothing that accentuated his well-endowed backside and displayed a prominent bulge as well, some of my classmates had a hard time concentrating because of that. Sometimes I did, too, especially because of the rumors…

I hated listening to gossip but a few rumors had spread around before they were silenced by the University administration that Professor Ethan was spotted one evening on campus, he had been fully naked and was being dragged along at night by two others. No one could prove any of it, yet nearly everyone had heard by this point but they kept quiet around the good professor since he was genuinely well-liked and was a fair teacher. Just then, as I brought myself out of my daydreaming I heard the professor say “and by the way, those of you interested in earning some extra credit, please stop by my office after class, but be warned it is an intensive study on human anatomy so don’t take it lightly” he said. I could hardly believe my luck! Of course, I had no idea what this ‘study’ was about and could be anything from exercise, muscle mass, or even…no, I’m sure they wouldn’t want to study that. Still didn’t stop a slight flush of my cheeks at the thought, but regardless I had to see if this was for real and if it could help raise my grade.

After that, the professor wrapped up his lecture with reminders of assigned reading and warnings about the upcoming midterm, which sent a shiver up my spine at the thought. I gathered up my notebooks and textbooks and packed them into my bag as the other students began to do the same and filed out of the classroom, one by one until only me and one other student remained, a rather short red-haired fellow named George, who seemed to eye the professor a lot but the professor barely paid any heed, at least on the surface. As soon as I began my approach towards Professor Ethan’s office George turned his gaze at me and I could feel his cold piercing eyes boring holes through my clothes, skin, my very being, it was really unsettling. Thankfully, his gaze didn’t last long and he quickly gathered his things up and got up to leave, but not before sparing one last glance at the professor. That guy’s a creep, something feels wrong about him I thought to myself.

I nearly lost my train of thought as Professor Ethan noticed my approach, and he eyed me up and down. For a split second I could have sworn I saw a glint in his eye, one that seemed…familiar somehow but he greeted me with a warm, professional smile. “Ah, Thomas. I thought you might stop by after class, I know you’ve been struggling ever since the first exam, don’t worry you weren’t the only one. In fact, you weren’t the worst either, it didn’t take much convincing to let the dean give me some extra credit otherwise half the class might fail” he said.

It made perfect sense, it did seem too good to be true in my case alone but if other students were struggling as well, all the better to take the opportunity. “Ah, yes ummm…yeah, I admit I could have done better on that test, and I’m trying my best but…this could really help sort things out” I said in response, my gaze refusing to lock onto his. I couldn’t deny that Professor Ethan was one of the hottest teachers I’d ever met, he was young enough to be a student still, and he had a medium but muscled build that made his light blue dress shirt cling to his torso, but his black dress pants did his magnificent backside justice, I admit….I got lost staring at it sometimes. Not to mention, he was standing at 6 '2 with cut short dark brown hair and green eyes, and had a square jawed face that made some of his students drool during class. It was hard to ignore my cock beginning to stir in my pants as I finished speaking.

“I thought as much, it's why I already prepared the forms with your name on them just in case, all you need to do is give it a quick read and sign it” he said, and he reached inside his black carryon bag and pulled out a short stack of papers which, lo and behold, had my name stamped right on the front. I eagerly took them from his hand and started to read through it but what I was reading made both my jaw drop and my face turn red a little.

“Ah yes, that, you see the study we are conducting is on the sexual drives of young adult males and females from on campus, wherein a number of volunteers will be monitored for the duration of the study, testing various stimuli to gather data on what constitutes as ‘turn-ons’ among the...subjects” he trailed off at the end and coughed a little. I blinked in surprise as I noticed a slight blush on his own face which made him seem absolutely adorable.

Sure enough, the forms said as much, and referred to instances like "studying the subject's full anatomy" and "subjecting the subject to invasive procedures to gauge sexual arousal response" among other things that turned my face completely red.

“Well…um, who is in charge of...studying us?” I asked, nervously.

“That would be me, actually, the dean insisted I participate since I pushed for this so badly, well…only the male subjects, my colleague Professor Whittle? she will be monitoring the female volunteers” he finished.

I turned my attention back to the document Professor Ethan gave me, most of it was the atypical agreements to ensure the University didn’t get sued in case of an accident, while others dictated that there were strict rules to be followed and if they were not…no extra credit points would be rewarded, thus it was all or nothing.

“Thomas? Are you okay?” I heard Professor Ethan say, bringing me out of my own thoughts. It was so easy for me to get distracted, Sebastian said he found it adorable when he had to pull me back to reality, that my “shocked” face made him want to kiss me more. My heart melted at the thought of Sebastian, things were going great between us since we graduated and moved on campus, though I heard Seb had had some trouble with some of his new Fraternity brothers but nothing my precious Seb said he couldn’t handle, and I trusted him. I felt more safe and loved with him than with anyone in my entire life. We haven’t said the words yet, even though we’ve been dating for almost a full year now, but each time he ravished me, made my body writhe in pleasure and screamed his name I wanted to utter those three words, but something was holding me back, and I wanted to be sure before I said them, otherwise….I didn’t want to think about that right now, so I pushed it off to the side.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just…a little shocked to be honest” I said, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Well, good, just get those forms signed and I will see you later tonight at 7:30 pm in Building 5, Room 1-C, alright?” he said, flashing me a full smile which sent shivers up my spine because of how much more hot it made him look. My dick twitched in agreement.

“Y-yeah, I’ll umm…see you then” I replied.

Professor Ethan turned to walk away and I took one last glance at his magnificent bubble butt before walking away myself. As soon as I had opened the door to the lecture room I felt a hand roughly grab my shoulder and another held a hand over my mouth and dragged me over to a darkened hallway nearby where the janitors kept their closets of cleaning supplies.

“Mmph!” came out when I tried to say ‘let me go’, and my heart pounded in my chest as I felt myself hauled against the wall and I stood face to face with those same cold, brown eyes of George from Professor Ethan’s class.

“Saw you getting cozy with hot teach Ethan, huh? What’s that he gave you?” he said and pointed to the short stack of papers still in my hand.

“Look, i-it’s nothing, alright it's just for the extra credit he talked about in class, now come on just let me down” I said.

George only held me tighter and pressed our bodies closer to one another, and the cold fury that edged the lines of his face genuinely scared me. I felt I was about to be beaten up for even looking in Professor Ethan’s direction.

“Extra credit, huh? You better not be lying, and you better stay as far away from teach as possible, but if I find out otherwise…”

He leaned his head towards my ear and whispered “I’ll make you my little bitch, too” he said and with that he let go of me and roughly caressed my face before walking off with a smile that chilled me to my bones. I checked to make sure I was alright and tried to calm myself down from the massive panic attack I almost had.

I managed to get my breathing under control when I felt my phone vibrating in my pants pocket, and I pulled it out to see it was Seb, and with shaking fingers I pressed the button for talk and hearing his voice sent waves of anxiety fading away in the background of my mind.

*Hey babe! You should be out of ol Ethan’s class by now, right?* he said.

“Uhm, yeah I uhm…I just left” I said in response, my hand rustling my tousled black hair which I had let grow out slightly so it dangled just above my eyebrows now.

*Hey, what’s wrong? You sound upset? Did someone do something???? Give me names, I’ll ship their heads in boxes back to their mothers!* he said in a tone that meant he was half-serious and half-joking.

The effort of it made me smile, and as much as I wanted to talk about what happened, I didn’t want to burden him with my own problems, as long as I stayed out of George’s way…I should be fine, right? I thought to myself.

“Don’t worry babe, everything’s fine just…stressed about this extra credit that Professor Ethan talked about…” I trailed off on explaining the study and that once I met up with him at my dorm room later tonight I’d explain it more. After we got off the phone, I decided to kill time by studying until around 7, and then…then it was time to sell my soul…or my body, I suppose? I only hoped George would see I wasn’t in his way.

I wish I knew then, just how horribly wrong I was.

End of Part 1.

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I found myself revisiting my older stories and thought you all would like a blast from the past!

The Professor's Anatomy

It was Ethan Rivers' first ever semester teaching his Human Anatomy I class at his local University, he was the youngest member of the faculty at the age of 27, not much older than the rest of his students. He often went to the gym, and was pretty built but was very self conscious about his body, standing at 6 '2 with brown hair and green eyes, and had a square jawed face that made some of his students drool during class. But there was one student of his that lusted after him more than any other, and that was George, a senior.

George was 23 and stood at 5'10 and wasn't very athletic, he was just average with blonde hair and brown eyes. Every class he couldn’t help but admire his teacher’s backside, which unbeknownst to the new professor, his pants clung tightly to his built and toned bubble butt.

He often imagined what he looked like naked, and wished he could have caught a glimpse of him just once. George went to the same gym as his professor, and sometimes saw him there but no matter how hard he tried his professor always managed to evade being seen after he got out of the showers. But luckily for George, he would soon get his chance…

After spring break during the semester, Ethan gave out his graded mid-term papers and overall the class performed very well…all except for one student, a fellow senior named James who was on the University’s football team, and needed to keep his grades up for his scholarship. When he received a D- for his mid-term, he was absolutely furious, and so after class he waited to speak with the professor to dispute his grade…

Ethan

I was filing away my gathered papers into my bag for the day when I heard someone approach from behind me. I turned and noticed James coming to the front of my desk and I tried to give him a welcoming smile but he had a scowl on his face and I knew what it was about. Oh dear, here we go I thought to myself as I prepared to explain why the 24 year old senior had gotten such a low grade.

“Hey professor! I understand you're busy but can you please spare the time for this, I really need to talk to you” James said. “No problem James, I’ve just about finished up here, but from the look on your face I think I know what the issue is, it’s about your mid-term, right?” I replied and James seemed surprised at first but he nodded and said “yeah, listen prof, can you please reconsider? I can’t fail this class or I’ll lose my scholarship! Can’t I just retake the test?” he said, his eyes pleading.

James stood there at 6 '3 with bulkier muscles than mine, with black hair and brown eyes and a rugged face that made him a popular choice on the football team. My heart twinged, if it were up to me I’d have cut the kid some slack and given him some extra credit to make up for the grade. Unfortunately the University released new policies this year which forbid professors from giving out extra credit, and weren’t allowed to have their tests retaken unless they got approval from the dean. From my experience, that old witch would as soon as jump into a lake of fire before granting her permission for that I thought to myself.

I gave James an apologetic look and said “Listen, I’m sorry but I just can’t help you, if you have an issue with your grade, submit a plea to the dean and see if she’ll allow you to make up for it, but if not, there’s nothing I can do” I said.

James’ expression darkened further and said: “Bullshit, I’ve seen professors make exceptions before, you just don’t feel like helping me out, I see how it is” he said and stormed away before I could reply. There was something in his eyes that frightened me just a bit, and I thought to myself I’d better talk to Dean Killigan and see what I can do for the lad. I've got a bad feeling about what’ll happen if I don’t at least try…

Until then, I decided to push it out of my mind and finish up gathering the rest of my things before I left the lecture building and off towards the campus gym for my evening workout, little did I know what surprises would await me there tonight…

George

“Selfish bastard” I heard my friend James mutter under his breath after he stormed away from professor Ethan’s desk, looking quite angry. My curiosity peaked, I sauntered over and walked beside him for a moment and he seemed to be consumed in his thoughts because he didn’t notice I was there until he nearly jumped and said “Jesus George, don’t sneak up on me like that!” he said, looking quite flustered.

“Oh please, you're fine, I just thought I’d lend an ear, what just happened with you and Professor Ethan?” I asked. James explained what had happened, and when he finished he said “what am I gonna do? I’ll lose my scholarship for sure! All because he couldn’t help me out, oh what I’d give to teach him a lesson!” he said.

When he finished, an idea came to me…Most of the students knew of the new policy about extra credit and make-up assignments, but James could be rather thick-headed sometimes, getting too stuck in his workouts and football practice. This could be my chance…I thought to myself as I quickly glanced back at the professor, his glorious bubble butt straining the fabric of his tight pants. Ignoring the movement down in my crotch, I leaned in to James and said “you know…I have an idea how you can get back at him”.

James raised an eyebrow at me, smirking, and said “oh? What’d you have in mind?” he said and I grinned back at him as I reveled in my head at the thought of achieving what I’ve failed to do for weeks. Poor professor Ethan won’t know what hit him I thought to myself as I whispered conspiratorially to James, and together…we had a plan.

Ethan

My torso glistened with sweat as I worked on the gym’s treadmill, I looked at my current speed and distance accomplished and thought to myself I think that’s enough of that for tonight. I powered down the treadmill and carefully stepped off, before wiping my face with a towel and gave a quick glance around the room. No one else was occupying the gym tonight, it seemed, which was exactly how I liked it.

I never felt right knowing others could watch my bare chest like that. Indeed, I was always so careful when leaving the showers too, I always locked my locker with my clothes inside and got in and out before anyone had the chance to catch so much as a glimpse of me naked.

Not that some hadn’t tried either, I had noticed in the corner of my eye someone watching me and waiting to catch me in a moment of nudity, but fortunately for me they always ended up disappointed.

I quickly gathered my things and made straight towards the showers, and while on the way there I could have sworn I felt eyes on me but whenever I checked there was never anything there. “I must be getting too self-conscious” I said to myself out loud, shrugged, and continued walking.

As expected, the locker room was empty, and I put my bag and work clothes inside my locker and grabbed a towel from inside before shutting it closed. I walked away and was about to turn back to lock it when I heard a noise behind me and I turned to see that the locker room door had shut. I looked closer to see if anyone had come in, but after a few minutes of searching I couldn’t find a sign of anybody so I shrugged and went into the showers.

I turned the faucet on and used my towel to shield me as I stripped off the rest of my clothes, undoing my gym shorts and lowering them down my legs, then stepped out of them. I felt the water to see if it was warm enough yet and sure enough it was ready, so I grabbed the hem of my black briefs and quickly tugged them off and piled them with the rest of my clothes in the corner by the towel hook.

I left them there, then walked over to let the water flow on my bare body and started to rinse myself in the showers. As I lathered myself, I felt a stirring in my crotch and I spared a glance downwards to see my cock starting to harden. These past few weeks have been a dry spell for me, even as a bisexual man it was hard to meet up with anybody I actually liked or even just fool around with someone I found attractive. Because of this, I was just so horny, and these showers at the gym always brought it out for some reason.

I checked again to see if anyone was around and while my one hand was busy lathering my body with soap, I spared my other to go downwards and sure enough it met and wrapped itself around my increasingly hard cock. “Fuck” I whispered out loud, I just couldn’t help myself, I even felt myself blush as my cock ached for attention and so I gave it a few good strokes and even played with my balls.

I don’t know why, but I just felt so shy about people seeing me naked. It had been that way since I hit puberty and since then only a handful of people had gotten to see my bare butt let alone my cock. It was this shyness that forced me to stop my jerk off session so I could rinse the soap off me.

In my mind's eyes, as the soap washed away, I thought of taking a thick cock up my ass. It been ages since I’d been fucked and as I tried to imagine being fucked and I felt my cock twitch and ache as I fantasized of being taken from behind by someone I found hot. But when I pictured who this guy could be, the first image that popped in my head…was James from my class! I opened my eyes in shock and thought to myself: where had that come from?

“No matter, let’s just forget it” I said under my breath and ignored my still-hard cock as I pushed aside all sexual thoughts and focused on getting out of here as soon as possible, planning on giving myself some appropriate release once I was back home.

Once I finished rinsing myself off, I turned off the water and went over to the towel hooks where my clothes were. However, as I rounded the corner I nearly gasped and my eyes widened as I saw that both the towel and my clothes….were gone.

I quickly covered myself with my hands and darted my gaze back and forth trying to spot who had stolen my clothes, but with no sign of anyone I realized my only hope was my change of clothes stuffed in my locker. I gazed out into the locker room and upon seeing no one present, I quickly made my way towards my locker.

However, my heart sank even lower and my jaw dropped as I arrived to find my locker open, and empty.”FUCK!” I said out loud, still covering my shame with my hands. I tried to think of a way out of this, but I was stuck with the reality that I was completely naked without any clothes in the middle of campus. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard a whistle behind me and I whirled to see none other than James and he had his friend George with him, another student in my class and a fellow senior.

James was grinning at me with a grin that said “yeah, it was me alright” and his friend George’s gaze was drawn to the lower half of my body, and I double checked to make sure I was covered when I realized it. “What’s the matter there prof? You seem distressed” James said and my face blushed a deep red and I said “You can't be serious James! This is serious, now give me my clothes back and I won’t report you to campus security” I said, trying to maintain the demeanor I usually do around my students.

James saw right through me, however, and he simply ignored what I said and moved closer to me. I instinctively moved back, my focus was entirely on him that I didn’t even notice that George was gone. “Since you say you can’t help me with that mid-term, I’ve thought of another way you can help me out prof, what do you say about giving me and George here a private anatomy lesson?” he said, his eyes alight with excitement.

It took a moment to process what he said, and when it hit me my eyes widened and my blush deepened that I could barely keep focus on keeping my distance from James who was now backing me up against a wall. I realized I needed to get away, to run and I was about to flee when suddenly I felt myself get grabbed from behind. Oh no I thought to myself and sure enough George was behind me and was attempting to pull my arms away from my crotch.

That seemed to be James’s cue as he practically pounced and helped George pry my arms away from covering myself and helped him bind my arms behind me with a zip tie. With me secure, James stepped back to admire his handiwork, and his eyes stopped at my crotch, he grinned at me and said “wow prof, you shave down there? You also seem to be getting a little excited too” he said.

His words were true, I shaved my pubes regularly and despite myself my cock was beginning to harden again. George peeked from behind me, and while I couldn’t see it, I was sure he grinned too as he leaned in and whispered in my ear “I always knew you were packing down there” he said and suddenly his hands quickly caressed my bare ass cheeks.

A soft “mmmm” escaped from me when he did that and both of them seemed to approve of the reaction they got from me. “This isn’t quite the appropriate setting for an Anatomy lesson, let’s take this somewhere else” James said and George pushed me forward. “Come on you guys, just let me go and give me my clothes back, this isn’t a joke” I tried to say.

James, however, merely replied with: “Of course it’s not a joke, I take education seriously, and don’t worry teach we won’t bite, who knows, you might have fun” he said and gave me a wink. I let them lead me forward simply because I wasn’t going anywhere with the both of them on the side of me and my arms bound behind me. On the way, both George and James made soft, subtle passes at my naked body. Moving their hands up my back, pinching my butt, twisting my nipples, and even grazed my now fully hard cock. They were intentionally riling me up, and while I didn’t admit it I was getting so aroused that I imagined jerking myself off right then and there.

My face was red and flushed with heat the entire time it took us to reach the lecture building, and thank god we didn’t run into anyone on the way. My relief was short-lived, however, when we entered my classroom and right on the desk was rope, and five feet away from it, there was a camera positioned right towards it…

I was so stunned I barely felt George prodding me forward again and the duo led me towards my desk. George went towards the camera and James took the lead as he suddenly and aggressively grabbed me and pinned me on top of my desk. I felt his hot breath which tingled my neck as his eyes stared deep into my own. There was still excitement there, but now there was something else too…lust?

“Play along, and things will go just fine, but if you don’t, well I’d hate to make you run like this all the way back home” he said, grinning. I thought for a brief moment, but I decided my best move was to just let this play out…despite how humiliated I already felt it couldn’t get any worse…could it?

So I nodded my understanding to James and he grinned even wider. Then without warning he lowered his face towards mine, his lips so close to my own, I felt my dick twitch which I’m sure he felt. I even felt his lips brush past mine and to my embarrassment I prepared them for a kiss but instead he leaned in close to my ear and whispered “your mine now, teach” which sent a shudder down my spine.

He then backed away, George was still busy with the camera and was transfixed by what he saw while James grabbed the rope on the desk and started to spread my legs wide. By the time I realized what he was doing I was too late as he used the rope to tie them together, using a knot in the middle to keep my legs spread. Rising back up, James nodded to George who started recording and my eyes widened when he said “good evening, tonight’s session will be a quick lesson in anatomy, specifically we’ll be dealing with penile and prostate stimulation” he said, his grin as wide as a devils.

James

“First, let’s test to see how sensitive our subject volunteer is to penile stimulation” I said, in a fake-formal voice towards George’s camera before turning my attention to the naked and bound professor beneath me. It had been surprisingly easy to put this together, I had a nagging suspicion George had this idea in his head for a while, indeed it was hard not to notice the bulge he had when he got to glimpse professor Ethan’s bare ass.

I had to admit, now that I had him here like this, I felt a stirring in my own crotch. I had messed around with dudes before but I had always preferred women more. But damn, our professor’s ass was amazing! His cock wasn’t bad either, it looked to be at least 6 ½ inches long when fully hard. But it was hard to ignore my own growing boner when a brief thought of me sliding my cock inside my professor’s ass entered my mind and I almost lost my composure.

I returned my attention back to reality, and I slipped some medical gloves on my hands as I suddenly grabbed a hold of the professor’s still fully hard cock, gripping it from the base of his shaft. Despite himself, professor Ethan couldn’t help but let out a soft “oh!”

“It seems the subject responds quite well to outside stimuli, let’s see which parts of the penis are the most sensitive to stimulation” I said, and while still gripping his shaft, I used a cotton swab to lightly touch parts of his cock. All the while, our poor professor’s face was so red, it was actually rather cute how deeply he blushed, he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of about his body. Yet I could tell how embarrassed he felt, but a part of him was getting off on all of this, even before I started touching him his cock had been fully hard.

After a few moments of “testing” his sensitive areas, I said “it seems the subject responds most favorably to stimulation of the tip of the penis, while the balls are being handled” I said matter-of-factly. As part of the show, I softly touched the tip of his cock with one hand while gripping his balls with my other, and professor Ethan was finding it harder and harder to contain how much he was getting off on all the attention.

“Now, it is time to see how the subject responds to stimulation of the nipples alongside the penis” I said. Before Ethan could respond I gripped his cock with one hand and used my other to reach towards his hairless nipples. I gave them a light twist as I stroked his cock, making sure to softly caress the tip as I did so, and over time I twisted his nipples even harder.

Professor Ethan had now given up on containing himself and was now letting “Mmpph” and “oh god” sounds from his lips, which I had come so close to kissing not long ago. I felt my cock lurch in my pants at the thought, which thankfully was facing away from the camera.

After I felt satisfied, I released his cock from my grasp and I could have sworn I saw a look of..disappointment in his eyes when I had stopped. “Subject seems to be very stimulated in this way, even more so than our previous method, thus I feel it time to test our subject’s prostate stimulation” I said.

This time Ethan perked up and said “please, you’ve gotten enough” he said, his voice barely a whisper. I ignored his words, and it seems he forgot his own because he didn’t resist as I gripped him from the waist and pulled him up, turned him around, then bent him over the desk so that his legs were spread wide open for me.

As I gazed at his exposed ass cheeks, I felt such an urge to drop my pants, slide my cock inside that magnificent ass, and fuck him right then and there…but I wasn’t finished yet so I pushed the thought away for now despite my now fully hard cock trapped in my jeans begging otherwise. Instead I tightened the glove on my hand and poured lube on my fingers as I said “first we shall start with one finger insertion, then two, and finally three to test the levels of prostate sensitivity” I said.

I spared a glance at George, who seemed a bit jealous I got to be the one to do this but still enjoyed recording the sight of me about to finger our professor. I started with spreading his cheeks open first, and lubing up his entrance with the lube I poured, making sure to get it ready. When I was satisfied, I stood back up and poured some more on my left hand before lowering myself back down. I made a point of it to tease him first, dancing my lubed up fingers around his hole and slightly inserting myself inside before quickly removing them.

It drove him nuts, as he squirmed beneath me, to the point where he said “please….just get it over with” he said. I grinned, then decided who was I to deny him and finally began to push one finger inside his hole. He moaned out loud this time, which only encouraged me as I slowly slid my finger deeper inside. When I had fully inserted myself, I turned back towards the camera and said “the subject responds quite positively to prostate stimulation with one insertion, now let us try two” I said and before prof realized it I was sliding another lubed up finger inside him and he moaned louder.

My cock ached in my pants as I so desperately wanted those moans to be from my cock inside him instead. I then slowly slid my fingers out, then back in, then back out, back in, out, in, out, in, until it slightly devolved into me basically finger fucking his hole. I slowed down to make time to say to the camera once professor’s moans quieted down, “subject seems to respond even more to two finger insertion stimulation, now let us finish off with insertion of three” I said.

Inserting the first two had gone smoothly, but getting a third was more difficult than I anticipated but with enough lube I eventually managed to insert three full fingers inside of him, though this time it seemed to make him a bit uncomfortable so I spent less time stimulating him that way. I fully withdraw my fingers this time, pulled off the gloves from my hands and said “our subject responded most positively to two-finger insertion for prostate stimulation, and responded most to simultaneous nipple and penile stimulation, thank you for joining us for our private anatomy session” I said and signaled George to stop the recording.

Ethan

I breathed a sigh of relief when James told George to stop recording…although secretly I was so turned on I had to keep myself from begging James to fuck me, hopefully they’d let me go now and once I got home I could take care of this myself. My cock was still hard beneath me, and had started leaking precum when he was inserting his fingers in and out of my hole.

“So…can you guys untie me now?” I said, and James let out a loud chuckle and said “sure, but only if you can say, honestly, that you don’t get turned on by this…” he said and I realized he was behind me again, and had started lubing up his fingers. My face flushed as my cock twitched underneath me and I felt a familiar sensation as he started to insert two fingers inside of me. “Mmmmphh oh fuck” I said out loud.

“Oh, looks like someone’s turned on after all,” James said, chuckling softly. He then stretched to where his head was close to my ear while he continued to finger me. As he did so, he leaned in close and whispered “fuck..you have such a hot ass there prof, I never knew how much I wanted to fuck you until now, but I’ll wait, I need to hear you beg for it first” he said and my face flushed a deeper shade of red.

However, I couldn’t deny that his words rang true, my body wanted him to fuck me right now, wanted him to shoot his load inside me. But…he…he humiliated me! I tried to tell myself, and tried to deny what my body so desperately wanted. I couldn’t help but moan as he fingered me, and it only encouraged James, because he said “well now, it seems to me you're really enjoying this aren’t you?” he said, and he waited for a response.

I found it hard to get the words out, but I couldn’t very well deny it now, could I? So I said “y-y-yes” I said softly. But James wasn’t satisfied, he said “I’m sorry, what was that?” and this time I made sure to say out loud “fuck….yeah….i-I like it” I said.

“Good boy” he whispered and the words sent a shudder through me all the way down to my cock. All the while he didn’t stop fingering me, George off to the side had now dropped his pants and was jerking off his 4-inch cock watching all of this unfold.

Fuck…what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I deny it? I thought to myself as I tried to form the words that would forever cement my shame, but as I lay there, bent over my own desk, I finally gave in to my carnal desires. James seemed to sense it, because he leaned in and said “what is it teach? You want something?” he said, in a soft, sensual voice.

“Fuck me” I said, loud enough for him and George to hear. James seemed stunned for a moment because he stopped fingering me, taking his fingers out from inside my hole and said in response “I’m sorry, what do you want me to do?” He said.

He wanted to hear it from me again, the bastard. “Fuck me!” I said and after that I heard rustling noises coming from behind me. Then I felt him untie my legs and the ziptie binding my arms was cut. I could have fled and they both knew it, but I didn’t want to anymore…I knew what I wanted.

James knew it too because he flipped me over onto my back and I saw he was completely naked now, his gorgeous body was very burly and quite hairy too across his chest, arms, legs, and of course his crotch which sprouted a proud 7-inch erection. George was on the side of my desk now, and he too was naked, and still held his cock in his grip as he stared at me with a lustful look in his eyes.

My attention shifted back to James however when he suddenly towered over me, his face mere inches from mine. Like before, our gazes locked and we slowly rose to meet one another but I decided I was tired of his games so I made the first move and met his lips with mine. His eyes widened in pleasant surprise but he quickly recovered and started to kiss me back, passionately while his free hand found its way to my cock and started to stroke it.

The moan that escaped my lips echoed into James’ mouth. We wrestled our mouths together and explored each other’s bodies, and he took what he learned from his “anatomy” session and twisted my nipples while stroking my cock, driving me crazy with impatience.

This went on for what seemed like hours before we finally broke away, and I repeated what I said before, while looking right into his eyes I said “fuck me” and he smiled so widely now, then he walked away from me for a brief moment.

He came back just a moment later, putting a condom on his cock and lubing himself up. I was distracted by a sudden contact because I felt something warm and wet meet the tip of my cock and I yelled out “holy fuck!”.

I looked to see George had come closer now and was starting to suck my cock, I moaned out loud as he lowered his mouth deeper onto my shaft. He stroked his own cock as he did so, and took cues from James because he started to twist my nipples too.

James merely watched with amusement while he prepared himself, and once he was done he walked over and started to lube up my hole once more, even inserting a finger to loosen me up just a bit. George stopped sucking my cock at James’ direction, and he watched as James then lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders, spreading them wide to give him access to my waiting hole.

James never broke eye contact with me as he slowly guided his cock towards my hole, and I softly gasped as I felt the head of his dick press against my entrance. Ever so slowly, he teased around my hole, slowly making progress until finally he started to slide himself inside me. I felt something poke me from the side and I turned to see George’s cock, I briefly met his gaze and I licked my lips as I started to take his cock in my mouth.

All the while I felt James continue to push himself inside me, until finally he had buried his cock balls deep inside my ass. I gazed at James from the side as I sucked George’s cock, and I decided that no one was going to do it for me so I used my free hands to start stroking my own cock.

James waited for a moment before making his first thrust, which made a loud “ugghhh!” escape from me. It certainly gave him more confidence, because little by little he gained more momentum to the point where he was able to thrust in and out, in and out of my hole.

I couldn’t help but moan out loud, albeit muffled by me continuing to suck George’s cock. I couldn’t believe how I had started the day as a new but dignified professor, and now here I was, getting fucked by my student. Not only had I begged for it, but I was…enjoying it! I felt pure pleasure as he thrust himself deep inside me right to the hilt, hitting my prostate each time.

“Fuck yeah baby, this sweet ass of yours was worth the wait, hmmm fuck yeah, you like this cock inside you?” James said.

I pulled my mouth away from George’s cock to face James, and I grinned at him and said “Mmphhh, oh yea, keep thrusting that big cock inside me” I said. With that, he picked up the pace even more, he fucked me with such intensity and passion I stopped stroking my cock but continued to feel the pressure build regardless. George was captivated, he watched as James fucked me and stroked his cock as he did so.

He was probably the best fuck I've had in such a long time, he knew what he was doing too, for he learned what pushed my buttons and pulled out all the stops. He did it because he knew I liked it, and more so the fact that I realized he wanted me to moan, he wanted to see me squirm and writhe because of what he was doing to me.

I almost didn't want it to end, his cock just felt so good, so right as it slid easily in and out of me, and it showed with how much noise I was making. To my shame, I thought to myself that after this...I wanted him to fuck me again someday soon...

I felt like I could do this for hours, I'd have bent over for him in heartbeat at this point, all manner of dignity and propriety had been thrown out the window. His each and every thrust sent waves through my entire body, and continued to touch and tease the sensitive areas of my body.

He made me squirm as he teased and fucked me, and he got off on it too. I only hoped it wasn't going to be cut short, I could have gone on for hours yet.

It even felt like that’s how long it lasted, but sure enough I could tell by the progression of moans and grunts from James that he was getting close. George was getting close now too, and he stepped closer and positioned himself so that his load shot right onto me.

“fuck…I’m gonna cum…want me to cum inside you, baby?” he said and I barely got my response out as I said “mmmm, yes, do it, cum inside me” I said. He took my words and turned them into action as his thrusts became erratic and slowed slightly as he got close. I felt the pressure from my own cock finally build to the breaking point and so right before James could cum I moaned louder than ever before as I felt my cock erupt and finally shot my load.

It was the biggest load I’d ever shot, landing on my face, my chest, and onto my hairless crotch, George followed right after me as his load mixed with mine, shooting it right onto my chest. Last but not least came James, who roared as his knees nearly buckled and said “I-i-I’m gonna…cum!” he said as he thrust one final time and I felt his cock shooting his hot load inside me.

We all spent a few moments catching our breaths after having shot our respective loads. James slowly withdrew his cock from inside me and deposited his used condom in the trash can nearby. I was preoccupied with the realization of what had just happened, my face turning crimson as I got distracted and didn’t notice as George got dressed, took his camera, and left.

James however, once dressed, brought me out of my thoughts as he said “don’t worry about the video…it’ll be our little secret, I have a feeling we aren’t done with you yet” he said, giving me a knowing wink, and I could only blush in response.

As he started to leave I tried to rise up, my ass sore, and covered in cum but before I could he turned around and said “oh and I know we said you’d get your clothes back, and you will, it’s just that they’re currently waiting in your car on the other side of campus…” he said and my heart sank. “But…I left you a little gift on the desk there, hope no one spots you teach, after all…that ass is mine now” he said and he gave me one final wink and a smile…then left.

Once he left, I scrambled to see what his ‘gift’ was and my jaw dropped as I picked up a jockstrap. As I did so, a small white sheet of paper fell out, I picked it up and I couldn’t help but smile as I read:

xxx-xxx-xxxx here’s my digits teach, give me a call when you need that hot ass of yours filled with yours truly ;) - James.

I made sure to grip the paper tight as I put on the jockstrap, and I hoped against hope as I leaned against the lecture room door that no one was out on campus this late. I smiled to myself, remembering James’ promise on the paper he left behind, and I thought to myself I’ll be holding you to that as I thrust open the door and out I went into the night.

End of story.

Author's Note: This is a one-off story idea that with help from @suitedwestend has become I think one of the hottest ones I've ever written. Also, if people would like to see more from Professor Ethan, let me know either by messaging me here, or emailing me at [email protected]. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoyed ;)

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Halloween Spirit Stripping

I thought when they told me it was a haunted house party, that it was just a theme party in an abandoned old house in the neighborhood. I was proven oh so disastrously wrong when upon arriving, after hanging out with my friends in my business suit costume I started feeling strangely horny...

I couldn't quite explain why but I suddenly felt like tearing my best friend's clothes off and riding his cock until he came inside me. I had to get away and calm down so I excused myself from the group and found an empty old bedroom. I locked the door behind me and my strange and sudden horniness was passing, when suddenly the room got very cold.

Suddenly, I felt something tug on my left suit sleeve and I heard and felt a loud rip that tore open the sleeve! I couldn't believe my eyes, I was so stunned that I almost missed another tug at my other sleeve that ripped open as well. I was starting to feel really scared now, but that strange horny feeling returned and I could feel my cock starting to get hard in my pants.

I was starting to feel little tugs and pulls all over my body, distracting me so I couldn't prevent more rips and tears at my clothes. Before I knew it, my suit jacket was torn to shreds and my belt was undone, and next I swore I felt a presence akin to someone's face directly pressed against mine. I then felt invisible hands grab the front of my shirt and pulled, a loud ripping sound tore it open exposing my bare chest to cold.

I tried to pull up my pants when I noticed they were being ripped away from me, and my cock was fully hard inside my gray boxer briefs but I was too distracted by the invisible hands that kept trying to pry away my pants. It was all in vain as what was left of them fell to the floor, heat flooded my face as I felt something tap my bottom and turned around.

My suit jacket was in shreds at this point, and all that I had left was what remained of my shirt and my underwear. As I turned to try and face whatever had seemed to slap my ass those invisible hands reached at the back collar of my shirt and before I could react they pulled and ripped straight down, exposing my bare back.

They weren't done yet as I felt something tugging at the waistband of my underwear and before I knew it, I felt cold air around my bare ass cheeks, I turned to see who it was that was stripping me but again no one was there. It seemed this place truly was haunted, and tonight on Halloween they decided the trick was on me. I tried to save what was left of my underwear but all the invisible hands pried them away from me, leaving me completely naked! As my cock flopped around in the open I swore I felt one of those hands wrap around my shaft and softly stroke the organ.

I threw my head in the air and bit my lip to suppress my moan of pleasure. My cock quickly started to get hard again, but then just as swiftly as they came, the presences around me seemed to vanish, all except for one as I heard someone whisper in my ear:

"Good luck out there sexy, happy Halloween"...it said before giving my bare ass another slap, and then suddenly it was gone too, leaving me there, standing fully naked with a very obvious erection. I heard a knock at the door and heard my best friend asking if I was alright, and I looked down at myself and chuckled weakly as i thought to myself "it's going to be a long night...hopefully it will be a fun one at least".

The end.

Author's Note:

I hope you all enjoyed this short little story to go along with the photoshoot of me being 'stripped' by some naughty Halloween ghosts. Yes that is me in the photos, fully naked and exposed for you all to see 🙈

I hope you enjoyed seeing the author get a taste of his own medicine, and have a happy Halloween everyone!

#enm #enm stripped humiliation #gay #stripped #embarassing #halloween #enm story

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I know I've been silent for a while but don't worry I haven't forgotten about you guys, the poll results are clear that you all want Ethan to have his cock get locked up, how much more dignity can this hot professor lose???

Anyways, I also wanted to make a few announcements:

1.) I recently did a self-photo shoot that I will be posting about shortly, I won't spoil what it is but I can tell you the title: "Halloween Horror: A Ghostly Stripping" and yes you will all see this ENM author have the tables turned on him for once 😅😅😅

2.) The next chapter of The Exhibitionists Club will focus on Thomas and Ethan.

3.) I've been thinking about including nude or nearly nude images of myself along with each new chapter, but I don't know the logistics of that and I'm not sure you'd all want that 🙈

4.) I want to thank you all for being so supportive and for giving me a follow, it's really inspired me to continue my writing and I've even thought of writing my own gay romance novel! Thank you all again and you'll be reading my next chapter very soon, sometime within this week ;)

Thank you all for reading and have a wonderful day! 😁

#enm #enm story #gay romance #gay

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#enm #cmnm #embarassing #SPH

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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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The Exhibitionists Club Ch. 3 - Jack Part 1

We last saw campus security guard Jack Whittle, 36 year old former professional wrestler, in the last chapter when he found poor naked Stephen on his nude run home. Now, he may find himself in a similar predicament when the time comes for his ‘initiation’ into the campus security office, but will he find a way to minimize his embarrassment?

Jack

“So, what did Kevin choose for his own initiation anyways?” I asked Daniel as we were busy packing our things back in our lockers inside the main office. Daniel had showered in the time I had been out with that cute, young stud…man he had a talented mouth, I would have fucked him then and there too if we had had more privacy.

“Oh. that. You should have seen it, he didn’t get off easy either way….he chose to pose as a bachelorette party stripper, but the guys made him record the whole thing as proof he had done it and then play it for the entire office, he was so red for the rest of the week!” Daniel side, smiling slightly.

“Wow, really?” I asked in amazement.

“Just ask him next time you see him, you’ll see, I’m told he got quite the amount of tips from it though, used them to buy those new tattoos on his arms and legs” Daniel said, before shutting his locker shut.

“I should probably suggest something that’s not as embarrassing and something I’m good at…” I said out loud to no one in particular.

I had only been on the job for a little while now, but I knew that the guys loved to make fun of each other a lot, the job itself was rather boring so the guys found ways to keep themselves entertained. That’s what started this whole ‘initiation’ ritual, I could only hope I’d find something to appease them, otherwise they might take matters into their own hands like they did with Daniel….

That’s when I got the idea.

“I got it! Why don’t I suggest a wrestling match with one of the guys?” I said.

Daniel’s brow furrowed and he had an intrigued look on his face, then said “huh, that’s a new one, they’ll probably add on things to help…make it more fun, but why not? It’s worth a shot” he said, before he nodded his head in a goodnight gesture and walked away, leaving me by myself.

After I finished packing up the rest of my own things I made to leave for the night, and I resolved myself then to go speak with Henry, our boss the next morning, I only hoped he’d find it as acceptable as the others’....

Over the course of the next day, I spoke to Henry, who was a 38-year old military vet that, despite the grays in his hair, was still remarkably built, in fact we each had very similar builds. Only I was taller and more agile while he had slightly more muscle mass. He had close-cropped dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes, his sharp chin always imperiously looking up and down most people he spoke to. He had an air of authority but he was in reality very laid-back, perhaps a quirk as well as a familiarity with the boring desk job he mostly worked.

He liked the idea of a wrestling match, but he said he needed to be sure the others did as well, and told me to wait a few days for them to give me an answer. As I waited, it was nearly agonizing because whenever I passed them they would eye me up and down, then snicker as they walked past, it made me increasingly nervous what plans they were making.

After about three days, the day finally came when I was busy packing away my things for the day in my locker when they finally showed up, all of them so eager and grinning like fools, even uppity Daniel.

Henry, my boss, approached first, still smiling and said "we've talked it over, and we've decided it would be fun to try out this initiation idea of yours..."

My heart soared, and I smiled in response at the news, but the mischievous looks in their eyes made me wary. "Alright, that's great! Who am I wrestling?" I asked.

"Now now, be patient Jack, we still haven't finished....we'll do it on two conditions: the first, we're going to make it a strip wrestling match, rules are simple, you start out fully clothed and your goal is to remove all of your opponents clothes before he can do the same to you" Henry said.

My eyes widened and my heart thundered in my chest at this, but I kept my composure as I gulped and said "and the second?"

"If you lose the match....you have to perform a forfeit of the guys’ choosing" Henry said, his smile so wide now my heart's pace quickened.

I knew full well what they were doing here, this wasn't your typical wrestling match, where I'd likely win against anybody in the office, no they did it this way to make the outcome more favorable...not to mention embarrassing.

A small blush bloomed in my cheeks as I considered what to say. I could refuse and be subject to whatever torments they cook up on their own...or agree and win this match by stripping my opponent...in the end the choice is simple.

"Alright....I can agree to that, now, have you decided on my opponent yet?" I asked, trying to change the subject slightly.

The others all snickered and smiled at one another as I agreed, and my heart sank as I hoped to god I didn't live to regret this.

Henry just shook his head and said "It's a surprise, come to the Rainbow Room bar in town this Thursday at 8, don't be late" he said before giving me a wink and walking away, and the rest of the guys followed suit.

As they left me alone, I slammed the locker shut and only one thought in my head escaped my lips as I contemplated my fate:

"Well....shit"

Thursday, 7:54 pm, just outside the Rainbow Room.

I arrived just before 8 o’clock, I had decided to dress in casual clothes, namely a blue plaid collar shirt, gray and black pants, and old, worn shoes. Underneath them all, I decided to wear some red briefs, which I hoped that during my match would never be revealed.

The Rainbow Room itself was the most popular gay bar in the town, and held special events like this at least twice a month, in fact I went here once during a volunteer stripper’s night, and I had caught quite an eyeful of so many sexy studs on the stage, one in particular was a tall brunette named Sebastian who had decided to bare it all, and he had the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. The one who came after him, a shy but hot twink named Thomas, had been the last of the night and everyone was enraptured by his magnificent bubble butt, his cock wasn’t bad either. However…his slow tease of his back assets made my cock so hard in my pants that night I couldn’t help but vote that his had been the hottest show as a sign of how much I wanted to get my hands on him, among many others.

It made me nervous that the others not only knew of this place too, but had planned around it for me to do my initiation.

As I approached the front doors, I noticed the guys from the office coming up from the side of me, and as soon as they realized it was me, their faces all lit up and smiled, which made my heart flutter in my chest.

Henry, dressed in all black, walked up to me and shook my hand before he said “you're a good sport Jack, knew you’d make it on time” he said, giving me a knowing wink.

Daniel was there too, but was weirdly dressed in his security guard uniform still but well…that was Daniel for you, always so serious even when outside of work.

“Just glad you guys took me up on my offer, you guys ready to head inside?” I said, trying to mask how nervous I was and ignoring the sweat on my palms I went ahead and pulled open the doors, immediately feeling a cool breeze flow onto me.

The others followed close behind, each of them talking excitedly, all except for Daniel who remained solemn and…off, somehow.

The usual stage had been pushed back to make room for a large inflatable pool in the middle of the room where a large crowd had gathered around, some men, some women, almost all of them probably queer. Regardless, the pool itself was round and the floor inside was slick with what I assumed to be oil.

The sight of it made me visibly gulp. I had done oil matches in the past during my career as a wrestler, they always made things more interesting but frustrating too as they made your opponent and you hard to get a grip on.

We didn’t have long until the host, the owner of the bar himself, a short, bald and flamboyant man named Ian wearing bright orange and yellow tonight emerged from the stage and started tuning up his microphone.

“Welcome back ladies and gents to our bi-monthly strip wrestling night!” he said, and the gathered crowd applauded in delight, this was clearly a popular event, much like the last one I visited.

“Yes, yes, settle down everyone I know you're excited to get started, but you know how this goes, first we need some volunteers…” he said. It was then that everything clicked into place as he finished speaking. They chose this time and place because a large crowd would be here to witness my potential defeat and humiliation.

Keep it together, just trust in your skills and fight until my opponent is naked…I thought to myself as I tried to keep my confidence intact, especially in front of the guys who at any sign of weakness would pounce on it like sharks scenting blood in the water.

“You alright there, Jack? Not having any second thoughts now are you?” Henry said, a slight smirk on his face.

“No, not at all, just eager to get started” I replied, swallowing my nervousness and refitting the mask of male confidence firmly on my face.

“Good, because we got a little surprise for you…” he said, his eyes trailing off.

“...What surprise?” I asked hesitantly.

Henry didn’t respond, instead he pointed his chin up towards Ian on the stage, who by now was asking for volunteers from the crowd, so far no luck.

“Well? Surely at least some of you want to get down and dirty in there? Come on, raise your hands!” he said, flourishing his own hand in the air.

“We’ll do it!” I heard a voice near me say, as I turned to see Roderick, a 28-year old colleague of mine who was 6 '2 and rather lean, with dark hair and blue eyes raised his…and was also raising Daniel’s hands in the air.

My jaw dropped in shock as I gazed at the two, Daniel’s face was beet red despite hanging his head down.

Ian heard them, pointed towards our group and said “excellent! We got our first volunteers folks! Come on up here and I’ll explain the rules” he said. Roderick led Daniel away towards the stage, and I kept having to contain my shock as I saw them climb up onto the stage, and Ian asked each of them for their names.

“Roderick Masterson,” Rod said, practically beaming.

“D-d-Daniel Heard” Daniel said, his voice stuttering.

“Well then Roderick and Daniel, the rules here are simple, you wrestle with your opponent and the goal is to remove all of their clothes before you lose yours, the winner gets to keep the losers underwear if they wish.” Ian said, the last part made Daniel blush.

“Also, there is to be no punching, kicking, biting, or any attempt to harm precious…sensitive body parts, if I or anyone else spots such disorderly conduct you will be asked to leave, understood?” Ian said, his tone shifting to something more serious.

Daniel and Roderick both nodded their assent to which Ian’s face lit up with excitement and said “Wonderful! The stage is all set for you two, but keep in mind to try and not let this take too long, remember we want to see some skin!” he said, giving them both a wink as they each climbed off the stage.

Daniel walked to the left side of the pool while Rod went to the right, and each of them removed their socks and shoes before stepping inside the area. Daniel also removed his badge and name tag to prevent them from falling off and getting lost.

Both of them got on their knees and eyed each other, waiting for Ian’s signal that the match had begun. Roderick looked far more confident likely because he was taller than Daniel and was known for his strong grip among the guys. All he needed was to pin Daniel down and rip off his clothes.

Meanwhile, I saw poor Daniel whose face was now bright red, the sight of it made him look that much cuter and even turned me on a bit. I had to admit, a part of me desperately wanted to see him naked, so internally I was rooting for Rod to tear off all his clothes. The younger blonde kept his eyes locked on his opponent, but at the same time he looked confused, and nervous. He knew his best chance was to try to evade Rodericks powerful grip, and make his own attempts to pull away his opponents clothes.

“Alrighty then, on the count of 3, let the match begin…” Ian said.

The crowd tensed, including me, as we kept all our eyes trained on the two of them, especially when Ian began to count down:

“1”

Rod had his arms outstretched towards Daniel, who in response had his own bent upwards in an attempt to shield himself.

“2”

Daniel held his legs against the side of the pool, as if he was planning to attempt a lunge at Roderick who didn’t seem to react to the move.

“3!” Ian said.

As soon as the countdown was finished that was exactly what Daniel attempted to do, he used his legs to propel himself, his arms out as he sped right towards Roderick who was able to barely get away in time, instead Daniel only grazed the side of his shirt.

Instead, Daniel landed flat on his stomach, the impact of which knocked the wind right out of him and the front of his uniform shirt was now slicked with oil as a result. Rod attempted to turn around and take advantage while Daniel was vulnerable, but the blonde was able to recover and dodge away just in time.

This went on for the first few minutes of the match, where each of them was testing the other and made attempts to grapple the other. I noticed that the problem with this was that they were too focused on each other, the target was their clothes after all. Roderick did manage to briefly wrap his arms around Daniel in a grip, and it looked like he twisted Daniel’s nipples through his shirt which made my cock twitch inside my pants. However, the oil let Daniel slip away with his shirt intact.

The two of them tussled back and forth, each attempting to grab the other’s clothing while trying to avoid being pinned, their bodies pressing against each other tightly as they both fought to strip the other completely naked.

Eventually, while trying to evade Roderick’s grip, the oiled floor made Daniel slip as he attempted to dash away while standing up, likely done out of panic. But, this let Roderick finally latch onto him, he used one arm to pin Daniel’s neck against him and the other grabbed the collar of his uniform shirt and the crowd cheered when a loud RIIIPPPP sounded and Rod let Daniel go but came away with large chunks of his shirt in his hands. Roderick wasted no time in ripping off Daniel’s uniform shirt, and now everyone saw his white tank top underneath.

“Fuck! You bastard!” Daniel said out loud, to which Roderick only smiled at him and shrugged his shoulders.

Daniel, in a fit of rage, used the oil on the floor to his advantage and propelled himself once again, faster this time as he slammed right into Roderick who was too slow to react. Daniel wrapped his legs around Roderick’s waist, making him unable to move. This gave Daniel the opportunity to use his hands to grab a hold of Rodericks’ gray tank top and he pulled each of them in opposite directions, tearing the top straps off.

But Daniel wasn’t done yet, he grabbed the loose ends of his top and pulled it straight downwards, exposing Roderick’s bare chest. A few whistles sounded in the crowd as everyone gazed at Roderick’s caramel-colored torso, his nipples like spikes on his chest in the cold air of the bar. He had surprisingly little chest hair, in fact it looked like he shaved it regularly. Regardless, once he recovered he pushed Daniel away from him who landed on his stomach.

Roderick, now furious, stepped forward before his foe could get up and grabbed Daniel’s legs and pinned them with his knees, then he reached down with his arms and held his hands above his head with one arm.

“Now you're gonna get it” he said, growling.

He slapped Daniels ass through his pants, and again, and again, essentially spanking him.

“Dude-what the fuck?! Ow!” Daniel said, his face completely red as Roderick spanked him but he also bit his lip as is to stop himself from moaning…fuck, the sight of it was so hot, I had to prevent myself from reaching down to stroke my rapidly growing boner.

Daniel’s cries stopped when Roderick suddenly changed tactics and he started spreading the seams of the fabric of the back of his pants. He started tugging and pulling until he managed to rip a tiny hole through which he slipped in a finger, gradually making the hole larger until he could fit in both his hands, small rips and tears of fabric could be heard as the crowd went silent to watch. Daniel tried to crawl away, but he was firmly pinned by Rodericks’ legs.

“You're not going anywhere boy, not until these are off you” he said, then with both hands he gripped each side of the hole with his hands, then pulled.

RIIIPPPPPPP

The crowd went nuts as Rod ripped open Daniel’s pants from the back exposing his black boxer briefs. Roderick then slapped his ass again, and again he seemed to enjoy spanking the young lad. Daniel’s cries as he did so sounded more like muffled or restrained moans this time around, and this continued until Roderick stopped, and he reached underneath and wrapped his hands around Daniel’s belt and we knew exactly what he was doing.

“Noooooo!” Daniel whimpered as he was powerless to stop Rod from undoing his belt, he desperately tried to move as Rod slowly and teasingly unbuttoned the front of his now torn pants. Rod was smiling wickedly as he lowered down Daniel’s zipper and did something else I couldn’t see, but Rod’s smile turned to a frown for a brief second. Whatever it was he removed his hand and grabbed the sides of his pants, and Daniel’s protests were for naught as his pants were pulled down his flailing legs.

While free now that Rod had to get off his legs to take off his pants, Daniel is desperate now that he only has his black boxer briefs and tank top left.

His eyes looked crazed and he rushed to get up, looked at Roderick who was temporarily distracted by tossing his ruined pants away, and without warning Daniel lunged at him, the two of them tangling together as they each battled the other for dominance.

Wasting no time, Daniel stripped off the remains of Roderick’s shirt and gripped them in his hands tightly. In turn, Rod managed to make little rips and tears in Daniel’s tank top as they each grappled the other.

“Just give up, this match is mine!” Roderick said, laughing.

“Not even close!” Daniel replied and he twisted Rod’s nipples which made Roderick yelp in surprise and his grip on Daniel loosened. Using his arms he lifted Rodericks up above his head and with the strips of fabric from his shirt, he used the strips of it to tie Roderick’s hands together.

“Not so much your match now, is it?” Daniel said, tauntingly.

“Fuck you!” Rod said in response and despite his tied up hands he rammed right into Daniel, using his fingers and his legs to rip off the remains of Daniel’s tank top, leaving them both bare-chested.

Daniel was considerably paler than Roderick, like a stark white contrast in fact. As I suspected he didn’t have any body hair on his torso except for little blonde hairs coming from his armpits.

The two of them continued to wrestle aggressively, the oil quickly got on their increasingly bare bodies and they soon started to shine and glisten beneath the lights pointed directly at the pool. This made any grab they made towards each other much harder, even while grinding their slick bodies together.

Ian didn’t say anything about twisting in the rules, or humping, which became a common tactic for both of them as Daniel realized that Rods’ nipples were sensitive and Roderick in turn found out how distracted his opponent got when there was any kind of activity near his ass.

Even with his hands tied, Roderick still found ways to pin Daniel down, even trying to tug on his boxer briefs and despite the blonde’s efforts everyone could see the huge bulge he had going on.

Finally, Roderick was dry humping against Daniel’s ass when the blonde stud managed to free one of his arms beneath him which allowed him to reach around and heavily twist one of Rod’s nipples

“Ahhhhh!” he said and Daniel broke free and pounced on his opponent, their oil-slicked bodies slipping as they pressed tightly together. While pressed together, Daniel outstretched his legs to push away Rods, and straddled his bare chest, his ass pointed towards Roderick’s face and he used both his arms to hold down his legs, which had him virtually pinned down.

“Ready? It’s time to lose” Daniel taunted Roderick and, with his ass to Roderick’s face, he leaned down over Rod’s crotch and with his hands he undoes his belt. Roderick began to flail his legs in a vain attempt to reach at Daniel but it was no use as Daniel also wasted no time in unbuttoning his pants.

Lifting himself up and off of Rod’s chest, Daniel grabbed both sides of his pants and before he could do anything, he pulled the garment down his kicking legs which revealed his green and black jockstrap underneath. But Daniel wasn’t done, no I saw he had the last strips of Rod’s tank top in his hands and while it was a struggle for him, Daniel managed to firmly hold his legs in place to tie them together.

“How’s it feel to be my bitch?” Daniel said, lightly slapping Roderick’s bulge which made him yelp.

This time it was Roderick’s face that was red, he had been so assured of his victory and now all he had left was his jockstrap and was practically at Daniel’s mercy. The sight of the more lithe Daniel dominating Roderick gave me such a thrill, I would have broken the lad in two if I had been his opponent, oil or no.

My cock throbbed in my pants and I couldn’t help but massage it as I watched Daniel flip over his opponent onto his stomach, showing off his bare ass cheeks. Daniel then brought his hands over his opponent and slapped his bare ass. Rod didn’t have very thick cheeks, unlike Daniel whose ass was plump. Daniel brought Roderick’s ass over his knees, and continued to spank him, Rod’s cries egging the crowd on and exciting them, including me…

Once Rod’s cheeks were a bit red, Daniel moved his crotch against Rod’s ass and started dry humping him.

“Ah!....Fuckkkkk” Rod said as he clearly felt Daniel humping against his ass…and seemed to enjoy it too as he moaned slightly until Daniel reached around and covered his mouth with his hand as his hips slowly thrust back and forth. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw my two colleagues practically fucking right in front of me, the oil made each detail of their bodies stand out that much more too.

My cock was throbbing in my pants now as Daniel slowly grinded his crotch against Rod's ass and even with his mouth covered, Rod couldn't help but let out his muffled moans.

"You like that? that's a winner's cock against your ass right now, bet you wish it was inside you" Daniel said and did a hard thrust this time which made Roderick's body shiver, and he whimpered in response/

This match had only gotten increasingly erotic, and no one moved or said anything to stop it as the action only increased mine and the crowd’s excitement. Daniel stopped humping and brought his crotch right in front of his opponents face, his bulge more prominent now and I could tell he was huge just from that.

Rod tried to turn his face away from the bulge in front of him, but it was hard for him to move at all. He continued to taunt him like that with his concealed cock just a few inches away from his face, until finally, the crowd began to egg Daniel on to remove the jockstrap and strip his opponent fully naked.

“You hear that? Time to get naked” Daniel said in Roderick’s ear, and with both hands he gripped Roderick's’ own bound arms and pulled him up and steadied him on his feet. Standing him up before the crowd, Rod’s face is completely red as he is utterly humiliated, and it was about to get worse as Daniel circled him like a vulture, making him uneasy as to when he would strike.

The crowd didn’t stop chanting, even our coworkers were joining in, they were enjoying seeing poor Roderick get utterly defeated by the 2nd newest security guard. After circling a few more times, Daniel came up behind him and yanked his jockstrap down his legs…which revealed his fully hard 3-inch cock which flopped up and down out in the open, clearly Daniel’s dry humping had more of an impact than I first thought. Regardless, with his last piece of clothing stripped away, Daniel was the winner of the first match.

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Daniel untied Roderick who sat there, utterly humiliated with his head in his hands, until Daniel said “you can keep your loser undies, seems like you don’t have much to show off anyways” he said and the crowd chuckled a little at that.

Roderick lost it at that, and while Daniel was facing the crowd he got up and without warning he lunged forward, grabbed the sides of his boxer briefs and yanked them right down his legs.

Mine, and everyone else’s jaws dropped as we saw Daniel’s cock slap right into view, he was semi-hard but his cock was at least 7 inches, while not that thick his full size was likely over 8 inches! He was hung like a horse!

Daniel’s face quickly turned red and pulled his undies back up before giving Rod a furious look. Before they could say anything Ian tapped on his mic and said “Well well, seems like Daniel is our first winner of the night! And might I say he looks like a tall beanstalk compared to tiny Jack over here, what do you say folks?”

The crowd cheered their approval and several of my coworkers snickered and muttered between themselves. They were totally going to use them as nicknames for both Roderick and Daniel. I felt sympathy for both of them, office antics can get rather intense.

The two of them meanwhile had left the pool and made their way back to us, both clad in just their undies. And of course, they were greeted to the calls of ‘Beanstalk’ and ‘little Jack’ which made both of them turn a shade redder than a tomato.

I stepped closer to Henry, trying to ignore my raging boner and asked “Well…that was interesting…so, who am I facing?” I asked, trying to act nonchalant.

“Me” he said, smiling. And the color drained from my face as Ian called for the next set of volunteers and Henry proudly raised his hand in the air.

Well…no going back now…let's do this I thought to myself as I raised my own hand in the air and Ian pointed the both of us out and as I walked up onto the stage I only hoped I didn’t live to see myself reduced to an office nickname for the next few months.

Those hopes…were about to be dashed harder than I ever thought possible.

End of Chapter.

Author's Note: Thank you all for being patient, I really appreciate your support and I want to give another shoutout to @suitedwestend for being a source of inspiration and helping out with certain parts of this latest chapter!

We saw Daniel manage to subvert expectations and defeat his taller and stronger opponent Roderick, can Jack do the same against his more experienced and muscled boss, Henry? find out next chapter ;)

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Office Party Prank

I dedicate this story to @suitedwestend! He has been an amazing and supportive fellow ENM writer, so I thought it was only fair to write this little story, in his honor ;)

Marcus was the office golden boy, he had only been on the job for six months and already he had gotten a promotion and a raise in the office, making him the envy of many who had been there for far longer. Standing at 6 '0, light brown eyes and with short light brown hair, Marcus wasn’t a heavily built man but was very fit as well, his suits that he constantly wore to work clung to his sexy body especially his famous bubble butt.

One co-worker in particular who had a bone to pick with Marcus was a bitter rival, a tall, ginger man named Eric who resented him because Eric had been in the running for the promotion just before Marcus arrived. Despite that the company was doing much better with him around, and everyone in the office adored him, Eric saw him as a stuck-up snob who needed to be taken down a peg or two.

Eric would get his chance when the annual office Christmas party was coming up, where everyone was buzzing about what they wanted to wear. Eric overheard Marcus talking to a group of their coworkers that he was planning to wear a special suit he had in his office that was decorated with candy canes and christmas tree embroidery. A devilish idea popped into Eric’s head then to get his revenge on Marcus.

Marcus himself was a very confident but well-mannered man, but on the inside was very self-conscious about himself due to still being new. He also chose to constantly wear suits to work because of his dissatisfaction with his natural appearance. Unbeknownst to him, however, men and women in the office alike constantly eyed him, especially his backside whenever he walked past them. His secret nickname amongst those who found him hot was “Sexy Suit Marcus” and would gossip about how much his tight pants clung to his bubble butt.

Despite this, Marcus had no wish to present himself as anything other than the prim, well-groomed man he was at work, god forbid he wear casual clothes amongst them or show any skin besides his face and hands. Unfortunately for him, however, his deepest fears were about to come true as Eric took the night shift a few nights before the Christmas party…and with no one but him around he snuck into Marcus’ office, which was luckily unlocked for him.

Eric, despite his resentment, admired how clean and organized the office was, which made it easy for him to find a small closet off to the side, in which he found the suit Marcus was planning to wear hanging inside, along with a few spare suit outfits.

Smiling devilishly to himself, Eric said “haha, time to show off the goods, Marcus” he said as he brought out a needle, thread, and scissors, and with a last, vicious chuckle, he got to work…

A few days later…

It was time for the office Christmas Party, Marcus had just walked into his office and was changing into his chosen attire when he felt something was off, and said “hmmm, this thing feels…different than it did the first time I wore it” he said out loud to himself. He finished pulling on his pants which were peppered with candy canes along the legs, and his suit overcoat had two big Christmas trees on the front. He had also chosen to go commando tonight, as he was out of any clean pairs of undies, but decided that for tonight it shouldn’t be a problem.

When he had finished fully dressing himself, Marcus left his office towards the main area past the cubicles, as he got closer he heard co workers voices as they chatted and soft christmas music in the background. He arrived with a smile on his face, and everyone turned to greet him with a smile in return, some even said:

“Hey man! Nice suit”

“Right? I think it fits him perfectly, outlines all the right curves too…”

“Don’t mind her Marcus, she’s just had a little too much to drink”

Despite their reassurances, her comment made Marcus blush a little in his cheeks, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Eric was off to the side, drinking soda out of his cup and eyeing Marcus suspiciously and ignoring most people’s attempts to talk to him, instead he responded with “hmmm” or simple grunts of understanding. He was waiting for his efforts to come to fruition which made his heart pound with excitement as he knew it could happen at any moment now.

Marcus continued to mingle with his co workers, and inhibitions were being gradually lowered as several of his peers drank and more open attempts to flirt with him were being heard all around. One such one was where a lanky, 5’11 dark-haired lad was talking with him, and said:

“You know, at parties back home we had this little thing where the hottest guy in the room had to lose his pants, care to lose yours?” he said, locking his eyes with Marcus whose face was turning completely red and was chuckling nervously as he didn’t respond.

“Relax, I’m just teasing, after all it’s a party, now go have fun” he said, playfully pushing Marcus towards the crowd. His blush didn’t go unnoticed by others but it gradually died down, what did not, however was that his cock was starting to rise in his jeans from the constant flirting.

Indeed, many pairs of inebriated eyes gazed at him, some he noticed, others he didn’t.

Eric was practically giggling with delight, it was all coming together, and sure enough the first part of his plan was about to come to realization as suddenly the office began feeling very, very warm.

“Did someone forget to clean out the filter again?” one of them complained. The office air conditioner would stop working if too much dust built up, so it had to be cleaned at least once a week to keep it cool inside. Soon, everyone began to shed the top layers of their clothing, some guys even took off their shirts. Notions of modesty escaped everyone as the temperature continued to rise.

What everyone didn’t know was that Eric had also snuck into the where the air filters were and had rigged them to shut off around this time, his smile was hidden beneath his cup and he eyed the entire office before gluing them back to Marcus, who refused to take off his suit jacket.

Marcus, despite saying he was fine was visibly sweating and was dying to lighten off the top layers of his clothing but his self-consciousness got the better of him…until his coworkers decided to lend him a hand.

“Marcus, you’re obviously sweating like a pig under that, just take off the suit jacket it’s not a big deal” the dark-haired lad from before, James, said who was now shirtless himself, his hairless pale torso in plain view for everyone to see.

“I don’t know…it’s just…ugh you wouldn’t understand” Marcus said, his face beet red.

James set down his cup and grabbed Marcus by the tie and said “doesn’t matter if I understand or not, I do understand that your sexy ass needs to cool off…so how about I just-” he paused and lifted his hands up towards Marcus’ shoulders and started to pull down his suit jack which revealed his white dress shirt underneath.

Marcus wanted to protest, but he was frozen in shock as James gently removed his jacket and draped it over the side of the chair next to him, immediately feeling a cool breeze around his torso and breathed a sigh of relief.

“See? Feels better doesn’t it” James said.

“Yeah…I have to admit, it does” Marcus said, scratching his head again nervously as the red in his face faded away.

Marcus started to feel strange as he continued to chat with James, he felt weird sensations around the edges of his shirt and the seat of his pants as the temperature continued to rise in the office, and now some people had taken off their pants as a result.

Eric meanwhile had finally set down his cup, the time had come, he put on a show of stumbling as if he was heavily drunk towards Marcus’ direction, and he eyed the drink in his hands as his target.

Sure enough, Marcus didn’t expect Eric to suddenly bump right into him so hard he lost his grip on his cup which fell to the floor, his drink spilling across the tile.

“Oh mannn….I’m so sowry Marcus” Eric said, purposely slurring his speech.

Marcus just smiled nervously and said “oh it’s nothing dude, don’t worry about it” he said and he gathered up some napkins and Eric watched, his heart thundering in his chest as he came back and proceeded to bend over…

As he lowered himself and his knees bent, Marcus felt that strange sensation again, and he heard and felt what sounded like threads snapping around the seat of his pants. He felt the fabric clinging to his backside tighten and clench against his ass cheeks, tightening and tightening until…

RIIIIIPPPPPP

Gasps of shock echoed around the entire office as Marcus’ pants ripped at the seams of his backside and sure enough, both of his cheeks were on full display. Not only that, but when his pants ripped open so violently the force of it made his cheeks bounce and jiggle in front of everyone.

the rip was large enough for his entire ass to be on display, each were a perfect round with enough thickness to each cheek that they jiggled with each step they took when freed from the confines of his pants. Marcus gasped in shock and cried out in embarrassment and tried to stand up but he managed to slip on the wet floor and fell on his back, his bare cheeks pressing against the floor.

Eric was simply delighted at seeing Marcus so humiliated, but he wasn’t done with him yet…no, it was time for step 3 as he motioned to James to help grab onto Marcus’ arms and help him up. They each grabbed on the cuff of Marcus’ white dress shirt, and when they *pulled* Marcus felt that sensation once more and tried to shout for them to step but too late as the fabric seams gave way and…

RIIPPPPPP

They each tore off an arm from Marcus’ shirt, leaving just his white undershirt and his torn open from the back pants.

Marcus was panicking now, something was seriously wrong with his suit! He had to act fast or else he was going to lose more clothes but while he was thinking Eric said to James:

“Let’s try lifting him up by his chest, must have been a cheap shirt, let’s lift him up on 3…” he said, and James nodded, confused and concerned for his friend.

Eric started counting down, “1” he said and Marcus tried to protest but James retorted they were just trying to help him as both he and James bent down and grabbed him by his chest, each having handfuls of his shirt in their hands.

“2” he said, looking James directly in the eyes and they each tightened their grip.

Marcus’ eyes widened and he tried to say “uh…guys, I don’t think this is-”

“3” Eric said and they lifted Marcus up and successfully managed to stand him back up, however, the seams of his undershirt came apart slowly as they lifted him. This kept Marcus’s shirt on as they lifted him up but as his feet touched the ground and they attempted to pull, Marcus’ shirt came undone and another loud rip sounded as both Eric and James came away with large strips of his shirt in their hands, leaving him bare-chested.

Marcus's nipples were flat due to the heat, but his chest glistened with sweat from the high temperature which made him stick out all the more. He had some but minimal chest hair that started around his pecs and ended with a treasure trails of tiny hairs that traveled down towards his crotch.

Marcus’s face was completely red now, and as he looked down at himself he panicked and thought to himself that his coworkers were “accidentally” stripping him! All he had left were his pants which he just realized were still torn open and he moved to cover his backside.

He looked around as everyone in the room was staring at them, some even had their phones out! It was all too much, he needed to get away before something worse happened.

Eric meanwhile struggled to contain his laughter, and he noticed that Marcus was about to attempt to flee, and he knew that now was the time to enact his ultimate revenge, and in his head he thought to himself “time to get naked” and smirked slightly.

Marcus said “I’m ummm…going to get changed…be right back!” he said, turning his red face away and turning around to flee, but before he could get far…

“Wait, you forgot your jacket” Eric said and lunged to stop Marcus from running and luckily for him he managed to grab the back of Marcus’ pants from the top and he *pulled* as if to stop him but in reality he knew that the fabric seams he sabotaged last night and glued back together were coming undone, all it needed to rip away…was a little pull. Sure enough, as Eric pulled Marcus yelled “Nooooo!” as he felt the sensations around the sides of his pants return and felt the fabric completely snap and then….

RIIIIPPPPPPPPP

Eric had lunged in a way that saw him pulling his pants downwards and as the pants themselves ripped away completely, so did they as they fell to the floor. Marcus’ last shred of dignity was stripped away, leaving him butt naked in front of everyone.

He turned around to face Eric, and he made the mistake of not covering up his crotch, where his cock was already rising, it's length curving towards its full 7 inches, and so everyone had not only seen his bubble butt, they had seen his cock and balls! Marcus’ humiliation was total and complete as some took out their phones to record his shame.

Marcus covered himself but it was little use as everyone had already seen, and his cock refused to go down, his shame was plain on his face as he stood there naked and utterly humiliated.

Eric stood back up, strips of Marcus’ pants in his hands and smiled as he gazed at Marcus’ bare, naked body and thought to himself “hahaha, how’s it feel to be exposed fully naked? And wtf, you're getting hard? Not just a loser, are you? you're a pervert” he thought.

James stared in shock and unlike most others, he decided to step in between Marcus and the others and said “guys, what the hell? Stop recording, it’s not funny, we all saw it now move on” he said. As soon as he said it, everyone began to put away their phones, shame on their own faces and they all looked away guiltily except for Eric who continued to savor his triumph.

James turned to Marcus, grabbed him by the shoulders and said, “hey, come one, let’s get you some clothes” he said and led Marcus away towards his office, his cheeks jiggling and bouncing as he went.

As Marcus composed and recovered himself, he turned to James and said “t-thanks man” he said.

James smiled at him reassuringly and said “don’t mention it, besides, I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to repay me one day” he said, giving him a wink. Despite that his face turned redder, a shudder of excitement ran down Marcus’ entire body, including his cock which throbbed beneath his hands.

He had no idea that his repayment would be something he not only would give soon, but that he’d enjoy it more than James would.

End of Part 1.

Hope you all enjoyed this, especially my good friend who this story is dedicated to! I’ll post part 2 shortly, along with the next chapter of The Exhibitionists Club, until then…enjoy!

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The Exhibitionists' Club - Jack Sneak Peek

Apologies for being absent, personal things have come up that took up much of my time and to make it up to you here is an exclusive snippet from the upcoming chapter, which will be posted in just a few days! glad to be back everyone ;)

Jack

I was busy with packing away my things for the day in my locker when they finally showed up, all of them so eager and grinning like fools, even uppity Daniel.

Henry, my boss, approached first, still smiling and said "we've talked it over, and we've decided it would be fun to try out this initiation idea of yours..."

My heart soared, and I smiled in response at the news, but the mischievous looks in their eyes made me wary. "Alright, that's great! who am I wrestling?" I asked.

My eyes widened and my heart thundered in my chest at this, but I kept my composure as I gulped and said "and the second?"

"If you lose the match....you have to perform a forfeit of the guys choosing" Henry said, his smile so wide now my heart's pace quickened.

This wasn't your typical wrestling match, where I'd surely win, no they did it this way make the outcome more favorable...not to mention embarrassing.

A small blush bloomed in my cheeks as I considered what to say, I could refuse and be subject to whatever torments they cook up on their own...or agree and win this match by stripping my opponent...in the end the choice is simple.

"Alright....I can agree to those, now, have you decided on my opponent yet?" I asked, trying to change the subject slightly.

The others all snickered and smiled at one another as I agreed, and my heart sank as I hoped to god I didn't live to regret this.

As they left me alone, I slammed the locker shut and only one thought in my head escaped my lips as I contemplated my fate:

"Well....shit"

End of Sneak Peek.

Ch. 3 will be up and posted in the next few days, until then, I hope you enjoy this and gets all your minds thinking of what poor Jack has in store for him ;)

#enm #cmnm #enm story #gay

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The Vulnerable Writer: Chapter 1

I got a job teaching creative writing at all-male college a few weeks after my thirtieth birthday. I had spent years preparing for this position, and I was excited to get into the classroom. Throughout my college career, my instructors had taught me the importance of my stories, and had instilled in me a powerful desire for honest, vulnerable story telling.

When my students turned in their first set of stories, I realized how much work I had to do as a teacher. Their writing wasn’t bad, but every story I read was lacking true, vulnerable humanity.

I spent a week pondering how to teach vulnerable story telling. Finally I had an idea that might have been a little unconventional, but that I felt would help get the point across.

“I want to teach you a lesson about vulnerability,” I told my students the next afternoon in class.

I could feel my stomach flutter as I thought through my rehearsed speech one last time.

“As a teacher, I believe it’s my job to teach through example. How can I expect you to be vulnerable in your writing if I don’t demonstrate vulnerability in my own life.”

My students looked at me with expressions of confusion, and I almost stopped, but I plowed forward.

“Because I want you to learn vulnerability, I’m going to reward you as a class for each vulnerable piece one of you writes. The writer of each vulnerable piece will get to start the class by coming to the front of the room and removing a piece of my clothing. I will teach for the rest of the semester without the clothing you take away.”

Every eye in the classroom traveled up and down my toned body. My suit had been tailored tight enough to show off the curves of my muscles.

“You mean, you’re going to get naked for us?” One of my students asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Maybe,” I said, trying to smile, although I could feel the fear. “But only if you write vulnerable pieces.”

“Bullshit,” the student said, and the rest of the class snickered. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Write some vulnerable stories, and you might get to see it,” I replied.

“And you’ll just teach us for the rest of the semester with your dick out?” The student asked.

He was on the football team, close cropped hair, thick thighs, and a little bit of a beer belly hanging over the waistband of his jeans.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

When my students turned in their next essay, there was only one vulnerable story.

I emailed the writer, Cody, to set up a meeting with him and discuss ideas for how I could get the rest of the class excited about writing vulnerable pieces. We met during office hours the day before our next class.

When Cody came into my office, I noticed the way his eyes traveled up and down my body as we shook hands. His hand was firm, and the rest of him was thin and lean.

“So Cody,” I said, after we had exchanged pleasantries. “I wanted to say thanks for writing such a vulnerable piece.”

“You’re good at motivation,” he replied, his eyes scanning up and down my body again.

“I wanted to talk to you about that,” I said.

I decided that I was going to play with him a little, while we chatted, as a reward. I loosened my tie, and unbottoned the top button on my shirt. His eyes followed my hands, soaking in the extra inch of exposed skin.

“You’re the only student in class who wrote anything vulnerable.” I continued. “Do you think that my motivational techniques are working for the rest of the class?”

“Most of the other guys don’t believe you’ll actually commit,” Cody replied. “I know there are a few of us who are gay in the class, and once they’re convinced it’s genuine, I’m sure they’ll bring the vulnerability.”

“But do you think it’ll reach the whole class?” I asked, standing and removing my suit jacket, draping it across the back of the chair.

“I think so,” Cody replied, his eyes trailing my every movement. “I heard the straight guys talking about how funny it would be to have a teacher’s dick flopping around the classroom. They might not be as interested, but they definitely are into it for the joke.”

I nodded, the mental image of me stark-naked walking around the classroom, flashed into my head. I could feel my dick stiffening, as I imagined it flopping around in front of thirty pairs of male eyes. I had to shake off the mental image of leaning over Cody’s desk to help him with his essay. In my imagination, the minute I leaned over, he reached out and wrapped a hand around my penis.

“Is the curiosity enough though?” I aksed.

“I think so,” Cody replied. They just need to know that you’re committed. Once the clothes start disappearing, you’ll be naked in no time.“

Cody’s eyes settled on my crotch, which had started to tent against my tight suit pants.

"I hope you’re right,” I replied, while rolling my sleeves up my forearms. “Regardless, I also wanted to call you in here to reward you for being the first writer who risked vulnerability in the class.”

Cody’s eyes followed the fabric inching up my arms, tracing the lines where skin disappeared behind shirt.

“Reward me?” Cody asked, leaning forward, his eyes flicking back to the tenting at my crotch.

“Absolutely,” I said, pulling my tie off. “I have a few rewards in mind for you, and I’m going to let you choose one.”

I could see Cody’s jeans stretching across the front, and I knew that he was excited for whatever reward I had in mind.

“You can pick one of the following,” I told Cody, unbottoning one more button, revealing a patch of thick, dark chest hair. “You can stand up and take all of my clothes off right now, and we can spend the next fifteen minutes doing whatever you want to do in this office with the door locked.”

Cody’s hand traveled down to the front of his jeans, where his fingers squeezed his dick over his jeans.

“Or,” I continued. “You and I can make an agreement right now, that every meeting you schedule with me will be a clothing free meeting for me. You won’t be allowed to touch, but the minute you come into my office, and we lock the door, I will strip completely naked and stay that way for the entire time you’re in my office.”

Cody ran his fingers up and down the front of his jeans.

“Or your final option is you can come over here, strip me out of all of my clothes, and we can spend three minutes alone together, where we can do anything. Those three minutes will start as soon as my underwear is off. Then, you’ll get to put all of my clothes into your backpack, and walk out of here leaving me completely naked in my office for the rest of the day. I’ll have to sneak out of my office, through the parking lot, and to my car, totally naked. Then I’ll have to drive home naked.”

Cody’s fingers slid down into the waistband of his jeans.

“God,” Cody said, his hand moving slowly inside his jeans. He trembled a little as he sat their, rubbing his penis inside his jeans.

I wanted so badly to step across the office and rip his clothes off his body and put him inside my mouth. The minute he chose how my clothes were going to be removed he would find a pair of silky black briefs damp with precum, and he would get to see my penis at full-mast, desperate to be pressed up against him.

“You’re serious?” Cody asked, pulling his hand out of his jeans.

A string of precum stretched from his waistband to the spot on the desk where he was resting his hand now. He looked sheepish and wiped it on his shirt.

“You get to choose.” I nodded. “One way or another, you’re going to leave with a preview of what the rest of the class is in for, if they start writing vulnerably.”

Cody closed his eyes for a second, a smile spreading across his face.

“God,” he said again. “I’m going to see the hottest professor on campus naked.”

He stood up and crossed the room. We were inches apart as he reached up and began unbottoning my shirt. My chest hair led into my abs. In seconds, my shirt had dropped to the floor behind me.

“Time starts when your underwear is off?” Cody asked, grabbing the hem of his own shirt and pulling it up over his head.

He was thin, but the thinness accentuated the tightness of his six-pack and veiny arms.

“It does.” I said, taking in his pale chest and stomach.

“Then I’m not gonna waste a minute,” he said, kicking off his shoes, unbottoning his jeans, and pulling his jeans and underwear down to the floor in one swift motion. He stepped quickly out of the heap of his clothing pooled at his feet. He stood naked in front of me, except for his socks. His penis brushed against the front of my suit pants, leaving a trail of precum across my front.

He peeled his socks off of his feet and pushed me down on top of my desk, leaning over me, naked and dripping precum across my bare chest.

He undressed me slowly. His lips traveled up and down my bare torso, leaving little wet marks up and down my chest and abs. I squirmed in pleasure, aware that the rules enabled him to do this without starting our real time. I was very happy that I had planned this loophole into the rules.

His hands slid over my crotch, and then down my legs to my shoes. He pulled them off and pulled my socks off. Each piece of clothing he pulled away he walked back to his backpack, penis pointing the way across the room, bouncing and dripping across my office.

I watched his penis bounce back to me as he reached for my suit pants, He unbottoned and unzipped them, and slid them slowly, inch-by-inch down my thick, hairy thighs. He moaned with longing as more and more skin came into view.

After a full minute of his slow sliding, I laid across the top of my desk in nothing but some very damp black silk briefs. He ran his lips up and down my legs. I moaned as his lips reached my underwear.

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Cody said, climbing onto the desk, his body over mine, his legs squeezing against mine. I shuddered at the ecstasy of his skin touching mine.

He grabbed the waistband of my briefs with his hands and tore with all the excitement a twenty-one-year-old naked, hard man can muster. They gave way with a loud RIPPPP, and I laid naked across my office desk, my penis pointing directly up toward him.

He knelt over me, one hand holding my hands above my head, the other hand grasping my penis with desperation. I gasped in pleasure as his hand slid up and down my slick cock.

“God,” he sighed again, his tongue sliding down my torso. When he couldn’t reach any further, he released my hands, both of his hands grasping around my waist, pulling my penis closer and closer to his mouth, until he had embraced me with the wet warmth of his tongue.

I came as soon as his mouth slid down my shaft. An explosion of pleasure.

“God,” he whispered once more, after he swallowed my load.

I wanted to put him inside my mouth, but he laid down on top of me now, his skin pressed full-bodied against mine.

He started the motion slow, his penis rubbing against my abs, his hips pushing in-out-in-out. I felt his movements, and matched them with my hips pushing against his leaking penis.

I wasn’t the only quick-cummer. He let out a loud moan as his body tensed once, twice, three times and his hot cum spilled over my stomach and onto my desk.

We spent the rest of our three minutes laying on the desktop, arms wrapped around each other, his cum sticky and warm pressed into our stomachs.

At the end of the three minutes he climbed off the desk, wiped his beautiful penis off with some tissues, and quickly redressed.

“You’re my favorite teacher,” he said, smiling as he zipped his backpack closed with all of the clothing I had brought to campus today. “See you in class.”

I laid for another ten minutes across my desk, naked and covered in his cum. My trip home would certainly be an adventure.

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