Joe X
A guy gets asked to participate in charity run that leaves him well....without much!
I don’t know if your place of work has them. A ridiculous one day a year when everyone has to do something embarrassing for charity, usually to coincide with some local or national 'do something stupid for charity' day. Well ours did. At least we did last year. Whether it will be repeated - well we'll just have to see.
I work in a little village. We provide on-line computer services. Sounds clever and technical doesn’t it. In reality most of it is just typing documents and data entry. The girls do the typing and data entry, well girls can do that sort of thing, I'm more technical really. There's four of them and one of me and the office is in a sort of converted barn thing on the outskirts of the village.
The girls? What are they like you're asking. The usual mixed bunch I suppose. There’s Marilyn, the blowsy blonde with the big tits and the short skirt, then there's Tracey - smaller tits than Marilyn and always making the sort of comments that might be described as sexy banter, there's Monica the girl in charge - rather bossy with short hair and a tendency to stand with her hands on her hips and give me orders, and finally Lisa - short, dark, and shy.
Well, it started as a typical day. I was a few minutes late for work.
"Good afternoon," says Monica, hands on hips in a sarcastic voice, "nice to have the pleasure of your company."
"I er... slept in," I admitted blushing, cowed by Monica into telling the truth.
"We'll 'ave to make sure we get you up in the mornings won’t we," says Tracey, "'ere, Marilyn, stick your tits out, that'll get 'im up in no time."
"He don't need my tits for that," said Marilyn, "Monica's given 'im a stiff talking to, that always gets 'im up."
So you see what I mean by banter. Allusions to my cock going up when I was told off was a running joke. The trouble was it was true and the girls knew it. They could sense these things. I blushed redder than ever and tried to disguise the fact that my cock had gone vertical.
"Come on girls," admonished Monica, "stop teasing the poor boy. He can’t help his... well... natural reactions."
The girls burst out laughing.
"What are we going to do for Pink Ear Day," announced Lisa, "it’s a very good cause you know."
"What’s Pink Ear Day?"
"Organised by the WI, you know - The Women's Institute, in aid of charity. They've had to abandon the naked calendar this year. After the debacle with Victoria Bosomworth."
"Victoria Bosomworth? Who on earth is she and what debacle, and for that matter what naked calendar?"
"You must know Victoria Bosomworth!" Lisa seemed somewhat surprised that I didn’t. "She's president of the WI. She organises this calendar, in aid of charity."
"But who is naked?"
"The WI ladies of course. Well they might be naked but there's strategically placed fruit to hide the naughty bits. Or at least there's supposed to be."
"Fruit? Why fruit? And why only supposed to be?"
"Victoria's idea for this year. A fruit themed nude calendar. Victoria was supposed to be posing for July holding two strategically placed Victoria Plums. She thought it was appropriate, what with her being called Victoria that is. Anyway the plums weren’t placed strategically enough and when the calendar was printed you could see her... well her..."
"Her what?"
"Here, see for yourself. I’ve got a copy."
I stared at the picture. I could see why Victoria Bosomworth had such a problem placing the plums."
"Oh gosh. I see. Well, she has got rather big... Well you know what I mean..."
"Tits," said Marilyn,
"I was going to say she was aptly naked. Rather big bosoms. It’s fortunate she's standing behind a bowl of fruit. She'd need another hand to cover her... her..."
"Modesty?"
"Well yes."
"Don't worry. Victoria always brings a big bowl specifically. Anyway she was furious with Alison Twitch as takes the photos and refused to let it go out."
"Couldn’t they just do it again."
"Victoria refused. Didn’t want to risk a second humiliation, and there weren’t any other volunteers."
"So Pink Ear Day replaces the calendar. What on earth is it?"
Pink Ear Day! Lisa explained the concept. It was exactly one of those charity money raising days that sent me into fits of embarrassment. The idea was that people would sponsor. you to do things that were so embarrassing they would make your ears turn pink. That was Victoria's bright idea. I can’t remember what it was in aid of, whatever it was it was very worthy or Tracey wouldn’t have made the suggestion she made.
"What!" I said.
"What indeed," said Monica in that tone of voice which meant that she expected everyone to take part.
Then came Tracey's suggestion.
"I say we all write out an embarrassing challenge, we put them in a hat. We all draw one out. Then we have to do whatever we draw out."
"How does that raise money?"
"I'll get the sponsors if the challenges are good enough," announced Monica.
"That’s agreed then," said Tracey, tearing off some notelets from her pad, "Write your challenge on these and we'll put them in the hat."
I had no idea what to put. I’m no good at that sort of thing. The girls were all scribbling.
"What sort of thing?" I asked, "I don’t know what to put."
"Useless as ever," said Monica.
"Oh," said Tracey, "there’s lots of things. Have a bucket of iced water poured over your head. Sit in a bath of baked beans. Walk from here to Little Sodding in scarlet underwear. Lots of things."
Little Sodding was the village, a couple of miles away. I didn’t think much of baked beans, far too messy, but my cock was still up and the thought of Marilyn walking to Little Sodding in scarlet underwear was too much for me. I scribbled something out and into the hat it went.
"Right," said Monica, "you draw first Lisa. Lisa drew out a challenge.
"The ice bucket," she murmured. She didn't look thrilled at the idea. "In a bikini," she added "I’m going to be so embarrassed!"
"That’s the idea," said Tracey, "Come on. Your turn," looking at me.
I pulled out a piece of paper.
"Here, I'll read it," said Tracey, "oh gosh! Somebody’s actually put it in."
"What!"
"The underwear challenge 'Walk to Little Sodding wearing a pair of scarlet panties'. That’s what it says. Who put that in. It wasn’t you was it?" Looking at me. "You didn’t fancy making one of us girls walk all the way to Little Sodding in our knickers did you?" Of course it was me, but I didn’t dare own up to it.
"We'll have to lend you a pair of knickers," I suppose," said Monica, "you will do it I suppose." She spoke in the tone of voice that made my cock go even harder.
"Yes Monica," I said. I always do what Monica tells me when the order goes to my cock.
"All the way there in nothing but a pair of knickers. That’s a stiff challenge."
"But... I mean.. it doesn’t say just a pair of knickers... I didn’t mean..." I hadn’t meant wearing nothing but a pair of panties, I'd meant scarlet panties under a skirt or something. Marilyn reputedly wore red knickers, I had just been hoping she might flash them, but I hadn't owned up to putting the challenge in so I couldn’t say so, "I..."
"I think he's up for it," said Tracey.
"Yes," said Marilyn, "what a challenge to agree to... he's got a stiff one... really hard... yes definitely up for it."
*********
Of course the little twerp had put it in. His cock was so hard he was bound to once I'd put the idea in his mind. Then it was only necessary to make sure he picked the right one out. All the way to Little Sodding in the skimpiest scarlet panties we could find! That would make his ears burn. And bring in the money.
********
Sunday. Pink Ears Day. And we gathered outside the office to do the challenges. Quite a little crowd had gathered to watch. All women. Monica saw me looking at them.
"I told the ladies at the Women’s Institute how brave you were. They’ve put a lot of sponsorship money in, they all seemed quite keen to come and watch as well. After all it is Pink Ears Day, so they have to give you pink ears don’t they?"
The ladies of the WI were quite daunting. Last year's nude calendar hadn't left much to the imagination.
Lisa, red faced in her bikini, get doused with iced water. The other challenges were less daunting, none of them seemed to involve taking any clothes off, then it came to my turn.
"Time to put your knickers on," said Monica, "there’s a lot of sponsorship money riding on this."
"Um... er... Yes," I blushed furiously. Oh dear! I was going to have to go through with it. "Where do I get changed."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I have to get undressed somewhere."
"Yes... here..."
"What? With everyone watching!"
"You’re not shy are you. You’d better not be - parading around in those frilly knickers."
"Well, no, but..."
"Oh, very well. Tracey can hold a towel round you while you change into them.
Monica stood with her hands on her hips. Oh heck! It was having an effect on my cock. I was going to have to do as I was told.
"Yes Monica. Of course Monica."
I always did what Monica said when the orders went to my cock.
I took off my shirt and my shoes and socks. Tracey held a towel round while I took off my trousers and underpants.
"And here's your panties."
"But..."
"But what?"
"They’re... they’re..." They were tiny. Bright red and silky. "They’ll not... not..."
"Not cover much?. I think that’s the whole point. They’re supposed to embarrass you."
"It’s... well... I can’t.. I really can’t... it’s almost not worth wearing them."
"Ah," said Monica, "I was going to come to that. You know how important raising this money is?"
"Yes, of course."
"Well. We’ve got nearly five hundred pounds sponsorship for this challenge. And Victoria has said if you do it without the knickers she'll double the contribution."
"What do you mean 'without the knickers'? Wearing something else?"
"No, of course not. That wouldn’t be a challenge. I mean wearing nothing at all."
"You mean in the... in the.. nude..."
"Precisely. One thousand pounds towards the cause if you do it in the nude."
"But... I mean people don’t do things in the nude for charity."
"Of course they do. What about the naked bike ride. It’s an annual event."
"But... But... it’s not legal."
"Constable Perkins says there’s no problem as long as you don’t walk all the way along the public road. Tracey, why don’t you just remove the towel."
"Yes Monica."
Suddenly the towel was whipped away.
"No please," I stood there with nothing on as the ladies in the crowd whooped and cheered. My hands clapped over my privates.
"Oh, very well," said Monica, "you'll look sweet in the knickers anyway. She held them out I grabbed them and balancing on one leg in the nude I tried to pull them on quickly. My toe caught in the lining tearing it slightly. I tried hopping to get them untangled, my private parts, now in full view as I pulled on the panties, bouncing and swinging as I bounced up and down on one leg. The crowd whooped and cheered even more. That is until I finally got them pulled up, when the cheers turned to boos.
"Which way do I go?" The knickers were very skimpy. A simple triangle of red silk covered my privates, but it was little more than a thong. My bottom was virtually bare. My face was burning. I only wanted to get it over with.
"I suggest over the fields, unless you want to make a total spectacle of yourself."
I felt that I’d already done that. To the resumed cheers of the crowd, I set off across the field.
************
It was a bit mean really, but I could see he was going to back out if he wasn’t given a bit of persuasion. So we had to put the contingency plan into action. We'd manoeuvred him into being naked under the towel just in case. Once we'd exposed him in the nude it gave him the necessary encouragement to put the knickers on. Mean? Yes, it was mean, but it was in a good cause. Anyway, we all wanted to see his willy.
***********
So there I was standing in my red silk knickers and nothing, shaking with embarrassment, and everybody laughing.
"Go on, get going," said Monica, "it’s all in a good cause."
"Yes... Yes..." and I ran down the hill and through the gate into the next field. The girls followed on while the ladies of the WI got into their cars and drove off. Oh heck! At least they'd gone.
Still I was on my way now. Then I noticed something.
"What are you doing?"
Marilyn was holding up her mobile phone and pointing it at me.
"Filming the event.... for the WI blog... we'll get much more money in that way."
"But..."
"But what? Don’t you want to earn money for the WI charity."
"But you didn’t film... I mean when..."
"You mean when you accidentally dropped the towel?"
"It wasn't an accident!"
"You mean you dropped it on purpose! Wanted to give everyone a flash did you? Well you certainly succeeded. Yes, it’s all caught on film."
"It’s all right. Don’t worry. I'll make sure your willy..."
"Isn’t seen?" I interrupted hopefully.
"No, looks good. The ladies will be impressed."
And so on I nervously scampered over the fields towards Little Sodding until... Oh heck! I looked across the next field.
"Monica!"
"What?"
"There’s a bull in that field. Can we go some other way?"
"Sorry. You have to keep to the public footpath. Don’t be such a scaredy-cat. It'll not harm you."
"But..."
"Go on. You're nearly there. Be quick.We'll wait here till you’re safely across."
I climbed over the style into the field. Looking at the bull rather than what I was doing the knickers snagged on a nail an ripped some more.
"Go on," said Monica, "we're waiting."
The bull pawed the ground menacingly.
"I think you’d better run," shouted Lisa nervously.
I ran, but the knicker elastic had gone completely and they had dropped round my thighs.
"Run... run!"
I ran with the knickers round my knees.
"It’s the red panties!" yelled Monica, "they’re enraging the bull!"
"What!"
"Ditch the knickers!" shouted the girls in unison.
They were round my ankles anyway. I kicked them off and ran to the gate out of the field. It wouldn't open.
"Climb over! Climb over!"
Climb! I was going to vault it.
Well, girls and boys reading this story, you are going to have to use your imagination. You see the gate had barbed wire running along the top and I was vaulting it. Now in the nude. Completely in the nude. One leg on one side and one on the other. And dangling down between them... where the barbed wire was... Yes... you get the picture...
"Oooow! Help!"
"What?" yelled Monica from the safety of the other field.
"Help! It's caught on the barbed wire."
"What?"
"It’s caught on the barbed wire!"
"What’s caught on the barbed wire?"
"My... my... er..."
"Your what?"
"My... er... my er... it's caught. I daren't move."
The girls burst into howls of laughter. This was apparently really funny.
"Well I’m not coming to help," shouted Monica, "it’s beyond the call of duty that. Anyway that bull is demolishing your knickers."
"Don’t worry about the knickers. I’m stuck!"
"Don’t worry. I’m coming. I’ve got the first aid kit."
It was little Lisa, who with little regard for the bull was striding across the field.
"It’s my... I think it’s..."
"I can see," said Lisa, "it’s his cock!" she shouted back over the field, "we thought you must have snagged your balls," she explained.
"No... it’s..."
"Your cock. Yes, I can see that. Let me just get a hold of it."
Lisa took my penis in her hand. It went up straightaway. Well, girls and boys, what do you expect when a pretty young girl strokes your cock.
"That’s done the trick," she said grinning, "Let’s put a little antiseptic on it."
"Yooooow!"
That took it down straightaway!
"Sorry! It stings a bit."
"You can leave go if it now."
"No way. You’re not over the gate yet. But I'll need to wrap something round your... your... well your... well you know what... to keep them out the way."
"Round my what?"
"Well I was trying to be more polite, but round your... your... cock and balls..."
Lisa blushed pink at having to say the words and I blushed even redder at not having realised
"Well go on then...". I closed my eyes. Lisa was squeezing my private parts.
Suddenly there was a big shout from ahead.
"Come on... come on!"
.The other girls had run round the field to avoid the bull and were waving at us.
"Come on..." shouted Monica, "they’re waiting."
Waiting for what? I didn’t have a chance to ask. Monica had given me an order and if I didn’t want my penis going vertical again in full view of all the girls I was going to have to do as I was told.
I ran down the hill across the field towards them. I was nearly into the village. Only a couple of hundred yards and my ordeal was over.
"Come on," said Monica, "they’re waiting."
"Who's waiting."
"The WI ladies of course, and the welcoming committee."
"Welcoming committee!"
"Of course. You’re by far the biggest fund raiser. They’re really delighted to see you do it. Victoria Bosomworth is going to welcome you personally."
"But I’ve got nothing on."
"I think that will make them even more delighted."
We climbed over the last style and walked along the road into the village.
"I don’t think there’s any point trying to surreptitiously hide your willy. Everyone’s seen it already when you dropped the towel accidentally on purpose."
"I didn’t drop it. Tracey..."
"Yeah... yeah..."
She got no further. We were into the village. The ladies of the WI were clapping politely. Victoria Bosomworth stood on a bench on the Village Green. She was obviously going to make the most of this. I crept on to,the green, shaking with embarrassment from head to foot, my face burning, trying not to think that everyone in the village and the WI could see me in the nude.
Victoria pulled me onto the bench beside her, making sure everyone had a really good view.
"Welcome," she said, "to our Pink Ear Day champion. And I must say he has the pinkest ears I’ve ever seen. Indeed he seems to be blushing all over. Not surprising as he has completed the challenge wearing absolutely nothing. A really brave Pink Ear challenge that has doubled the sponsorship money.
A big cheer went up and I turned even pinker.
"Well, I say absolutely nothing, but in tribute to the day he's tied a pink ribbon round his.. round his... Well you can see where."
Round my...! I looked down. I’d forgotten that Lisa had tied something protective round my privates. In the rush I hadn’t even looked to see what it was. It was a large pink ribbon tied off with a bow!
"So..." went on Victoria, "as our blushing hero has been so brave. Can you hold these..."
She held out two purple objects. Victoria plums. I took them automatically.
"And smile for the camera...". Flash! Alison Twitch had taken a picture. "Ladies! We have July for this year’s calendar!"
Well, it’s an ill wind that doesn’t have a silver lining. The WI calendar came out after all. My picture appeared with the caption "Mr July shows off his plums". It was right. The fruit had not been placed strategically, my plums were shown off to perfection. They even had a pink ribbon round them. But best of all, for her challenge Marilyn was on the front cover. In her scarlet knickers.
The End
DELIGHTFUL!
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