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Completely Naked
By Anonymous (address withheld)
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A guy minding his own business is kidnapped and made to
"perform" for a crowd of horny women. (MF, nc, bd, exh)
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I had always been careful not to be conspicuous, but I
always wore the scantiest swimming suit of all the men
in the pool or at the beach. Even at the beaches of
Chicago, most of the guys wore these boxer trunks which
reminded me of tennis shorts more than swimming suits.
Since I was on the swimming team, and since I did not
care to buy an extra pair of trunks, I always did have
the smallest swimming suit -- although sometimes people
would stare at me, I never paid much attention.
Recently, however, most guys have taken to wearing
these lycra trunks, so this summer I sent off to this
place in California that sells extremely scanty posing
suits for bodybuilders. After they came in the mail, I
put them on under my clothes, and started off for my
lunch hour at the pool.
I had done this a few times, and had felt very exposed
while lying under the sun with the girls nearby, but I
never expected what happened next. I had always
listened to them talking about their boyfriends and
other assorted fraternity and sorority happenings,
imagining myself as a part of the activities.
I never expected that I would actually become a part of
their frantic world. I often had to turn over and let
my back get the sun in order to hide my erection, and I
had to take special care to wash my new trunks in order
to prevent staining.
Here is where it gets interesting...
I was walking toward the pool when this car pulls up
and a bunch of girls start yelling "THAT'S HIM-GET HIM-
THAT'S THE ONE WE WANT-NOW!" Two big guys get out with
knives, and about three of these girls come with them,
holding small guns in their hands. "Get into the car!"
they yelled. I couldn't argue, although I did look for
escape routes. I didn't find any.
I was blindfolded and driven around for about one hour.
I struggled all the time, but only heard female voices
saying things like "He'll be a good one, we'll get a
lot out of him!"
I was then led into a large room and strapped to a
platform, and there I was: my ankles and wrists tied,
spread-eagled, and facing about 200 to 300 anxious co-
eds. I had been abducted by a sorority. And the girls
were not only hot and ready, they, were in the mood for
what they called fun.
The girl in charge took a microphone and said, "Here we
have a teacher. Girls, we really have him!"
A loud cheer, like men at a strip show.
"What am I given for his shoes?"
The shoes got $5. The socks $6. After each piece of
clothing was stripped form me, loud screams rang out
from the crowd of nearly uncontrolled women and girls.
I suddenly realized that I was the prize in a fund
raiser! The shirt got $50. Then came the pants.
The bidding was competitive, and meanwhile I tried to
escape. The bidding continued for some time, and every
few seconds she would prod me with a needle in order to
make me squirm more, and this had the result of raising
the bidding, screaming, and applause. The girls were
frantic, but one finally came up with the top bid. She
got to cut off the pants, and I was left wearing only
my thin new posing suit.
Then a new wrinkle came into it, one I did not expect
at all: "Who would like to bid on the torture?" was the
question. I saw electrodes, and they were connected to
my chest, thighs, and biceps. With each bid, the money
was collected and the voltage was increased. I jolted
and throbbed on the stage in front of 300 women.
Then a collar was put on me, an electric one. "What
song shall we make him dance to?" was the call. $4,000
was the winning bid and I was forced to throb and
pulsate to the rhythms while the women in the audience
screamed and yelled.
Each time the music gave a strong beat, I was given a
strong jolt, sometimes on my neck, sometimes on my
stomach, sometimes on my legs. BOOM, JOLT; BOOM BOOM,
JOLT thighs; BOOM, BOOM, NECK STOMACH; and so it went.
I was exhausted, but the electric shocks made me keep
pulsating. Then the shocks stopped, and I was given a
rest. The sweat came from every part of my body and
began to cool. This caused me to shiver and my muscles
trembled. I almost cursed the hours I spent in the gym
lifting weights. I wanted to sleep, but as soon as I
started to rest, another electric shock would hit my
abdominals.
The mistress of ceremonies then did something I didn't
expect: "WHO WILL BID ON THE TRUNKS? THESE LITTLE BITS
OF CLOTH? WHO WANTS TO SEE HIM COMPLETELY NAKED?
COMPLETELY!?"
The bidding was frantic, and I don't remember the
amount. But I was soon naked in front of 300 women, who
were screaming and shouting, and I was throbbing to the
rhythms of the rock station they hooked up to my body.
"WHO GETS TO PLAY WITH HIS SHAFT?" was the next call.
I had no rest while the bidding went on, still
vibrating to the rock music.
One of the women finally won, and she came up to me.
She slowly put her hand on my penis and stroked the
under-side of it. She tried every variation possible,
and was very slow. I was torn between a desire to
escape and a desire to cum. Every time I was about to
cum though, she would stop until my shame and
humiliation caused me to loose my erection.
Then she put a cock ring on me and I found that I no
longer lost it despite my embarrassment of being so
exposed and dominated in front of 300 women. She
continued to play and, after what seemed hours of her
squeezing and stroking which caused more muscle tensing
on my part, I came. I was then put out into another
room and told that I could put my clothes on and
continue with my business.
Now anytime I walk down a street and see some women
coming the other way, I remember that day.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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