NEW! Why Are You Naked?

Joe X

"Why are you naked?"

It was a question I couldn't answer. I stood there in the hotel lobby without a stitch on, completely nude, a laughing stock, and I couldn't answer. It had all gone horribly wrong.

It had seemed funny when I had embarked on the escapade, a harmless jape, a prank. And now I cringed, naked and embarrassed, under the barrage of questions. She could of course have given me something, anything to cover me up, but she didn't. She was enjoying it.

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I was away on business, as I often was, and I had been looking forward to the evening. It was the night of the football derby. Two local teams who had been rivals for decades. Of course I was going to watch. I had supported my team from being a child.

Sheila, my secretary however supported the other team, the ones that played in red. It was her only negative point. She was, football excepted, the perfect secretary. She was young, pretty, efficient and above all had a bouyant, happy and, yes he had to admit it, rather sexy personality.

Not that there was anything between us beyond mild flirting, but mild flirting, well that was all right, wasn't it? And she was the sort of girl you just had to flirt with.

That was perhaps why I had rung her. I was bored sitting on the hotel room bed waiting for the match to start. A little flirting over the phone before the match would pass the time nicely.

"Hi," I said as I recognised her voice on the other end, "it's me. Can you remind me what time the meeting starts in the morning?"

Well, I needed some sort of excuse to phone up.

"Darling," I heard her shout to her husband at the other end, "it's the boss about work. I'll take it in the study," then to me, "switch your laptop on. I'll Skype you."

A muffled response from her husband was undeciperable. I put the phone down and booted up the laptop . A few minutes later her mischievous face appeared on the screen.

"It's all right," she said, "he's gone down the pub to watch the match. He supports your lot. Wanted to watch it with his mates."

"Can you bear to watch," I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're going to get hammered."

"Want to bet?"

She was indeed a girl who liked a little wager. I, however, was not the betting type. I was far too cautious for that. On the other hand I had to support my team.

"A fiver says we beat you."

"Not money," she laughed, "that's no fun at all."

An idea struck Me, "Right," I said, "if we beat you, you make the coffee for the rest of the year."

The coffee had always rankled me.  Previous secretaries had always made fhe coffee, but Sheila was a feminist, she insisted on a strict rule.  I had to make the coffee and didn't have the mental toughness to insist. That was probably why it rankled.

"You're on," she said, "but what if you don't beat us."

"I'll make the coffee," Well, I had to support the team..

"You do that anyway," said Sheila, "and I could tell from the look on her face she was up to something, "No, we need something to really embarrass you. I know. If you don't beat us you run down to the end of the corridor and back," she paused for a second for her next word to sink in, "stark naked."

It was, I thought, a typical Sheila bet.

"What! I can't do that."

"Just as I thought," said Sheila grinning, "No balls. And no faith in your team."

I decided to laugh it off.

"Okay," I said, "but if your lot lose you... You...," he tried to think of something Sheila would never do, "you run down the end of the street and back naked."

"You're on," said Sheila.

I was horrified. She had agreed to the stupid bet. He had to get out of it.

"Come on," I said, "A jokes a joke, but..."

"As I thought," said Sheila, "no balls, and no faith in your team."

I was a young boss, younger than Sheila, and I hadn't come across this sort of slightly sexually aggressive sexiness in an older confident woman before. I didn't know how to deal with it.

And I couldn't admit to having no faith in my team. And they were bound to win. They were third top. The others were floundering.

A thought struck me.  I could always just pretend to do it if I lost.

"I have got..." he didn't like to say 'balls', he was much more of a prude than Sheila, "...faith. It's a bet."

The game was a dour affair. We sort of watched it at the same time. At half time my team had dominated the match and were a goal ahead. The bet was won! Not that I would make Sheila run down the street naked. I would be happy for her to make the coffee. It continued the same in the second half, but no more goals appeared, not until a hopeful punt upfield by the red team led to a goalmouth scramble and the ball being poked home.

Oh well. my disappointment was palpable. The coffee had been dashed from my lips at the last minute. I turned back to Skype.

"An honourable draw," I said, biting back what I really thought.

"Yes," said Sheila grinning, "a very even match."

I grimaced. Even indeed! But what could I say?

"Best get off to bed," was what I said.

"After your little naked run," said Sheila, grinning even more.

"What do you mean. It was a draw."

"Yes, but the bet was that you would do the run if you didn't beat us. A draw isn't beating us is it?"

I gasped. She was right. How stupid I'd been! I had said that. I was going to have to do it. Or at least pretend to do it of course.

"Oh," I said, "right. I'll do it now."

"Hold on, hold on," said Sheila, "Point the webcam at the door. I want to make sure you've really got nothing on when you go out."

"But.... But... You'll see me... with nothing on !"

He didn't like to use words like 'naked'.

"That's sort of the point isn't it. Don't tell me you were thinking of cheating."

"No, no," but my hasty answer seemed to convince Sheila that I had been.

"Oh yes you were."

"No...  No...  Of course not."

"Yes you were . I want to see you going out that door naked and shutting it behind you.  As a special favour you can face away from the camera."

A flood of relief washed over me.  Sheila wouldn't see my willy.  I would have died of embarrassment if she'd seen my willy.  I was so embarrassed at its size.  It had just kept on growing when I was young.  People said it would be wonderful to have a really big willy, but to me it was a source of constant embarrassment.

I was so relieved I turned the webcam to face the door.

"Happy?" I asked. It was still dreadful. Sheila was still going to see me with no clothes on. She'd probabaly record it! Show it to the girls in the office. It was to horrible to contemplate. I couldn't think of a way out of it though. I just didn't have the courage to stand up to assertive females

"Absolutely," I could hear the laughter in her voice.

"And you won't record it. That wasn't part of the bet."

"Of course not," said Sheila again, "Come on we haven't got all day. I hope you're not going to welch! And make sure you go all the way to the end of the corridor. Believe me I'll know if you don't!"

"Right,, I'm coming."

I was already naked out of sight of the camera and trying to pluck up courage. I was shaking slightly with nerves and covered in goose bumps.

I was going to have to show myself naked to my secretary. As I moved towards the door and into view I had a vague idea that I had somehow been manoeuvred into this.

******************

As the naked figure crept nervously onto her screen I allowed myself a little grin. Candy off a baby, I thought, how did a man who I could toy with so easily ever get to be boss! If I'd lost the bet I'd never paid up in a million years, and here he was stripped naked and about to embarrass himself at my command. I clicked the record button.

What I said was: "Nice bum!  Come on, turn round. Let the dog see the rabbit!"

"But you said I didn't have to!"

"Spoil sport," said Sheila, "come on. You may as well show me now. I'll see when you come back."

And of course he did.  He was so easy to manipulate. And my mouth dropped. He had a big one. I would never have guessed it, but he had a really big one!

"Go on," I ordered, "get going. The quicker you start the sooner it'll be over."

**************

Why had I shown her my willy!   I'd only done it on the promise that I wouldn't have to show her my willy, but with no clothes on and so embarrassed and flustered I'd just done as I was told.  An now all the girls in the office would know.  At least she'd promised not to record it.

"Go on," She said, "get going. The quicker you start the sooner it'll be over."

She was right. I opened the door and looked tentatively along the corridor. It was deserted. The end of the corridor was twenty yards away. All I had to do was run to it, touch the far wall and run back. It would all be over in seconds. I set off.

*************

I almost collapsed with laughter as I saw the door click shut. My little ploy had worked. I had so flustered him by my order to show me his willy that he had forgotten to take the key card with him. I could see it still on the dressing table.

It was too funny for words. I picked up the phone.

************

It took me some seconds to realise I had locked myself out. I had run to the end and back and my hand went instinctively to my pocket for the key. It was then that I found that I had neither pocket nor key.

Ridiculously I kept trying the door handle as if it would magically open and let me back in. It was no good. I was locked out. Naked. I started to tremble with fear and embarrassment. I was completely nude. Somebody might come along any minute.

As far as I could see I had only two choices: knock on somebody's door and ask for help or go down to the front desk and be let back in. The thought of knocking on a stranger's door was too horrible - what if they screamed! I was going to have to go down to the hotel lobby in the nude. How could i have been so stupid! Why hadn't I thought to take the key with me!

Knees knocking I scampered along the corridor praying nobody would be in the lift as it trundled up to my floor. The doors clanked open. I muttered a fervent prayer that it would be empty. It was.  I rushed in and pressed the button for the lobby.

"Nearly there, nearly there," I said to myself, "it'll soon be over."

I felt extraordinarily naked and vulnerable not knowing what I would find when I reached the lobby. My heart was racing as the lift ground to a halt and the doors started to open. What if there were people there waiting for the lift. What if it was that party of oriental schoolgirls I had seen earlier. The thought was too horrible to contemplate.

The lift door clanged open and I breathed a sigh of relief. The lobby was deserted. I scampered over to the desk, my heart beating ten to the dozen.

I could feel my face hot and red, my legs were trembling with embarrassment, my mouth felt dry and parched.

Please, just let it be over quickly. Please, just let it be over quickly, I said to myself. There was nobody there. I pressed the bell on the desk and was startled by the loud ring. I saw the door open and a small dark haired girl came out. She looked at me quizzically.

******
I had just had a strange phone call. Life on reception for me was usually pretty tedious, but tonight sounded like it might be different. I had been told I'd  find a naked man in reception. And what's more I'd been told to give him hell. Or at least I'd been asked to do my best to maximise his embarrassment and humiliation. Well, you know me, I didn't have to be asked twice. Iwas going to enjoy it.

************

I put the phone down and giggled. I shouldn't perhaps had done that, but I had won the bet, and he had tried to get out of it. He deserved his punishment.

************

I saw the man, bright red and shaking nervously, now to turn the screw.

"Why are you naked?" I asked.

He looked back at me and stammered. Of course this allusion to his nudity made him feel more embarrassed that ever.  That was why I'd said it.

"Please, I'm locked out of my room," was all he said.

I looked him up and down, letting my eyes roam over his bare body and dwell on his cupped hands which he held over his penis; he had a youthful figure and a boyish face. I could read the fear and embarrassment in his eyes. I frowned slightly.

"Why are you naked?" I asked again.

He realised that he was going to have to provide some sort of explanation

"A bet," his voice croaked.

I looked him up and down again.

"You lost I take it."

"Yes," he croaked , nervously looking round to see if anyone else was coming in.

"So, what can I do for you?"

"Can you give me another card key please."

"Certainly Sir, what is your room number."

"315"

"And some identification."

"I haven't got any identification."

"Oh dear, well I'm afraid I can't help you then."

"What!"

"Hotel rules. No ID, no new key. You might be a thief!"

"Do I look like a thief! I'm in the nude. Do you get many nude thieves roaming round the hotel."

"We probably would if we gave out keys to just anyone just because they were in the nude."

"But how will I get back in my room."

"I will ask one of the staff to let you back in. When there's somebody available.”

“But I’m in the nude!”

“That was your choice not mine. So if you’d like just to wait in reception I’ll let you know when there is somebody available to take you up to your room. And don’t move from that spot. We can’t have naked men roaming round the hotel.”

There was nothing for it.  I'd got him.  He was going to have to stand naked in reception waiting in fear and trepidation in case any more guests came in.

I went back into my office and picked up the phone. The naked man's humiliation wasn't nearly over yet.

************

Stella picked up the phone and dialled another number.

Miss Marcia McPhearson,, or just plain Miss , as she was known to the hotel staff had just got to sleep when the phone blasted in her ear. She was deputy manager of the hotel and it was her night to be on duty for emergencies.

She lifted the receiver, "Yes," she shouted.

"Please Miss," said Stella.

"What?"

"I've a naked man in reception."

"What did you do that for?"

"I didn't do it. He came down to reception saying he was locked out of his room."

"Well, let him back in."

"I can't do that. Security rules. I'm supposed to ring you for you to deal with it."

Marcia swore under her breath. Naked man! Parading round the hotel in his birthday suit! She'd give him what for!

She put on her manager's uniform, a crisp navy suit and white blouse and made her way to reception.

And there he was, having the effrontery to stand in the middle of the lobby without a stitch on, trying to cover his private parts with his hands and looking completely dejected. And so he should. What did he think he was playing at.

"Is this the man?" she snapped at Stella.

"Er... Yes, Miss" it wasn't as if there was more than one naked man to choose from, "He says he got locked out of his room, Miss."

"You,' she barked at Joe, "What's the meaning of this? Why are you naked?"

Marcia, of course knew the correct procedure, she knew all the hotel procedures backwards. But she generally took no notice of them. The correct procedure was to get a new key card and escort the guest back to his room.

However she had been woken up, dragged out for no good reason. To hell with 'customer is always right' the miserable wretch was going to get a telling off he wouldn't forget in a hurry.

She stood in front of him and deliberately let her eyes wander all over his nude form. Just to make him feel really naked. Just to let him understand who was boss.

"Well?" She said.

"Please, can you let me back in my room Miss," the 'Miss' just sort of slipped out.

Marcia noticed noticed the subservient look, the 'Miss', the catch in the voice that comes from a nervous lump in the throat. She was going to enjoy this.

"I asked what was the meaning of this! You come down here parading your private parts in front of this poor girl and you expect us just to let you back in your room..."

"Please Miss I... I wasn't..."

"Did I say you could speak?"

Joe turned bright red and cringed. He was stark naked in front of two women and there was no way he could stand up to them.

"No Miss. Sorry Miss."

"I should think so too. Well? What have you got to say for yourself?"

"I... Er..." Joe wasn't sure if he was supposed to speak now, "I'm sorry Miss."

"Don't apologize to me! Apologize to this young lady first. Then you can explain to us exactly what you're doing here prancing round in the all together."

Joe turned to Marcia.

"Sorry," he blurted out.

"What do you call that excuse for an apology? Her name is Miss Stella. You should be standing in front of her, telling her you've been a naughty boy and begging her forgiveness. That would be a proper apology"

Joe's face was on fire. He turned to Stella, knock kneed, hands still cupped over his naughty bits.

"And stand up straight. Hands by your sides. Take your medicine like a man. There's nothing we haven't seen before."

Stella tried hard to suppress a grin. This was the funniest thing she'd seen in a long time. The man took his hands away displaying his penis for the first time. Stella had to admit to herself she had been dying to see it but hadn't been able to think of a way to get him to remove his hands. Now Marcia had just ordered it and he'd done it. She was a marvel!

The penis was a marvel as well. She had seen the rest of his bare body and it had led her to think he'd have a dinky little one and it was really quite impressive. She flushed slightly.

"There! You've embarrassed her. Waving your willy at her like that. Go on. Apologize!"

"Please Miss Stella. I'm sorry Miss Stella. I've been a naughty boy..."

"A very naughty boy..."

"A very naughty boy Miss Stella. Please forgive me."

Stella tried to look stern, although it was difficult.

"If Miss McPhearson is happy, I accept your apology. And don't keep trying to hide your privates. We both know they're there."

Marcia winked at Stella behind Joe's back. She was catching on fast. It was important to keep his privates on display. No man could stand up to a woman with his privates on display.

"Now," she barked at Joe again, "what is the meaning of all this. I've a good mind to call the police if you haven't got a good explanation."

Of course she would do no such thing. Far too much bother and bad publicity for the hotel, but it was a good ploy to grind him down a bit further.

"Please Miss," the mention of police had terrified Joe, he had visions of being hauled naked down the cells, "I had this bet Miss and I lost and I had to walk along the corridor with nothing on and I got locked out and..."

"You're rambling," snapped Marcia, "I hate people who ramble. Speak up. Explain yourself."

It was all too much. He'd been made to stand in front of the women in the nude and show them his privates, he'd been shouted at and threatened with the police. He felt his will collapse. He felt his eyes watering. He was close to crying. And all of a sudden tears sprang to his eyes and his face crumbled.

"Please Miss, please don't shout at me Miss. I'm a naughty boy Miss. Please don't shout at me.

"Look at the cry-baby! Well you know what naughty cry-babies do, don't you?"

"No Miss," sobbed Joe.

"They go and stand on the naughty table."

"Yes Miss."

"Well go on then. Stand on the table," Marcia pointed to a small coffee table in the middle of the lobby, and Joe was made to stand on the table, in the middle of the lobby, totally naked, like an exhibit.

"And put your hands on your head. We want to have a good look."

"What do you think of him Stella? Now you can see him properly naked."

Poor Joe could only stand there while his completely nude body was discussed by the women. By being instructed to keep his hands on his head he was forced to display his genitals to the viewers unprotected.

"Well his legs are a bit skinny, but he's got a nice bum Miss," said Stella.

"Bugger his bum," said Marcia, although fortunately for Joe she did not mean it literally, "what do you think of his gentleman's sausage? Pretty impressive eh?"

"Please Miss," Joe tried to ask if he couldn't just be allowed back into his room.

"Did I say you could speak?" snapped Marcia.

"N.. No Miss," stammered Joe.

"If you want to get back in your room you'll do as you're told."

"Yes Miss."

"Or would you rather I called the police?"

"No Miss. Please Miss," Joe was terrified of the thought. He would do exactly as he was told.

"You decided to show your penis to this young lady, didn't you?"

"Yes Miss."

"In that case she has a right to comment on it without interruption."

"It's a very nice one Miss. One of the nicest I've seen."

Despite his position Joe felt ridiculously pleased at the comment.

"And a nice pair to go with it, don't you think?"

"Yes Miss."

"Well Stella, what are you going to do with him? I think you can do anything you like. Don't you? I'm off back to bed. You do what you like."

Marcia had had her revenge for being woken up. This was one guests who wouldn't be bothering her again!

"You," she said addressing Joe, "you do what Stella tells you do you hear or there'll be hell to pay. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss," Joe did understand. He had to do as he was told.

Stella looked at his cock and balls. She was a spirited girl and as such had seen, and indeed felt, her fair share cocks and balls, but the circumstances in which she had encountered them had been more tactile than visual. Looking at these ones she felt a sudden urge for a tactile experience. She had to suppress it. It was one thing to gloat over a nude guest. It would be quite another to squeeze his balls - however much she felt the urge to do so!

She felt more than an urge. She felt a sudden dampness in her panties, a sudden hardness in her nipples. The thought of squeezing his balls, of holding those vulnerable orbs in her bare hand and gripping tightly, had turned her on like flipping a switch.

It wasn't just the fact that he was nude, it was the fact that he was nude and in her power. Should she let him back in his room?

************


A strange change had come over Stella since the thought of squeezing those tempting dangling balls had come into her mind. Marcia had torn Joe off a strip because he had got her out of bed, but seeing the way it made him cringe had awakened in Stella a sort of sexual excitement, the excitement produced by exercising power over a vulnerable and naked victim.

There was one thing to do first - make sure her power was absolute. She walked over to the still cringing figure and with her left hand she lifted up his penis and with her right she took hold of his balls. He had been reduced to such a state of submission that he didn't even protest. Her hand squeezed tight.

"Just remember this," she said, "I've got you by these. Any little dissent and not only do I squeeze but I call the police. They'll be really interested to see you. There's a couple of women police officers who enjoy dealing with naked prowlers."

Joe knew he was beaten. He would do anything he was told. And more.
Stella knew exactly how she was going to fulfil this sexual urge. She was going to give this cringing naked worm the biggest tongue lashing he had ever had in his life.

Seeing him whimper, naked and humiliated, under Marcia's tongue had given her the idea. If he thought his telling off by Marcia was bad, he was going to find out now just how bad the feel of a woman's tongue could be.

There was one thing though. His degradation had to be public. For the real fulfilment of her fantasy there had to be witnesses to his shame.

It was just past midnight. There were bound to be some late night revellers returning at some point. He could stand there on the table, completely nude, and wait for them. The anticipation of what was to come would just add to his punishment.

"Stand there," she ordered, "I'm not finished with you yet."

"Please Miss," Joe whimpered, "what if somebody comes in Miss."

"That's what I'm waiting for. You wanted to show yourself off nude. You asked for it. Now you're going to get it."

Joe cringed even more. It was so unfair. He hadn't wanted to show himself nude. He'd only lost a bet. He didn't deserve this humiliation. But deserve it or not he now knew one thing. Stella had said it. He was going to get it and no mistake. He didn't dare object. He didn't dare move. Figuratively speaking She had him completely under her foot with the heel of her stiletto posed delicately over his balls.

Stella was enjoying herself. She wondered who would be the first to arrive. That was part of the fun. Not knowing. She knew if the wrong person came she might end up getting the sack, but she didn't care. This was far too good a chance to waste.

The door into the hotel lobby slid open. Joe looked round in alarm. He was going to be seen naked by more people. Two teenage girls came in. They were dressed in short skirts and bare midriffs, obviously back from clubbing.

Stella smiled. They were perfect. Joe was shaking with embarrassment. Hands on head. Not allowed to hide his genitals. Forced to display them to the girls.

"What on earth!" The first girl gasped.

"He wanted to show himself naked so I'm making him do just that."

"Please Miss I didn't Miss."

"Who gave you permission to speak?"

"Nobody Miss."

"Well understand this if your puny little brain can comprehend anything," Stella started to get into her stride, " You have no rights here. You are just a miserable little cringing nude worm whose only role is to provide a good laugh for any girl who gets a chance to look at your naked body. Just look at you, shaking like a leaf and blushing like a schoolgirl. Have you no self respect. Are you just going to stand there letting any girl who comes in see your genitals and get a good laugh at them. Because they are laughable you know. That oversized penis and those big hairy balls. They're ridiculous. And do you know what. I've made you stand there completely nude just for my pleasure. Just because I can. Completely nude. Every square inch of that pathetic naked body visible and unprotected. I've made you show us everything and you can do nothing about it. If I told you to bend over and display your bum hole you would do it wouldn't you. Because you're too pathetic to stand up to me. And do you know what - I can see you're getting aroused by this. Because I've made you display your penis I can see it starting to swell. I can see your face getting redder and redder because you can feel your cock going up. Your cock is going up isn't it? I'm making your cock go up and you can't stop it can you?"

And she was right. His cock was going up. In full view of everybody. He could feel his cock going up, these three girls could see it and he didn't dare cover it up. Being exposed nude with an erect cock, it was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him and he was too scared to do anything about it.

But why was it going up? Did he really find being subjected naked to this tongue lashing arousing?

"There you are girls. I told you. He's up like a stick of Blackpool rock. What do you make of that."

"What a pathetic little toad," said the bigger of the two girls, "stripped by girls..."
"I wasn't," poor Joe whimpered, "I wasn't. I wasn't. I wasn't..."

"One more word out of you and you feel my boot up your backside.."
"Yes Miss..."
"I think we should put our boots up his backside anyway," said the smaller of the two girls, "I'm Sharon by the way, and this is Emma."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Stella. Tell me Sharon, what do you think of our pathetic little nudie here. He's not allowed to hide anything. Does he have anything worth displaying."

"Let's have a look," said Sharon, "Tell me how does it feel having your nude body ogled by girls? Enjoy it do you? I's that what's getting you all worked up. And when I say up, I mean right up!"

"Let's see then. Skinny legs, hairy balls, big cock, cute bum" said Sharon, "could do it for me I must say."
"What!" Said Emma, "all that bum's good for is getting a good kicking, "You," she said, "Bend over."
Emma was a girl who had that bossy temperament that often goes with being a sexy girl. The thought of planting a boot on that backside had quite got her going.

Joe did as he was told. She'd have to be pretty flexible to land a kick on his behind from there. She was. It was a knee length buttoned up leather boot and he felt it land square between the buttocks, the tip of the boot making contact with his balls from behind.

He winced and ran forwards trying to protect his bare bottom from further kicks, but Emma was one of those high kicking, boot wearing athletic girls. Another kick landed and he ran round the hotel lobby, his bottom booted from behind every few yards, until he fell flat on his face.

Emma stood over him and carefully placed the heel of her high heeled boot on his back. Joe felt the pressure as her weight transferred onto that foot, felt her move and stand on him as he lay prostrate on the floor stark naked - the heel of one boot in the small of his back, the heel of the other inserted between his buttocks so that he could feel it touching gently against his posterior orifice.

And he had thought things couldn't get any worse.

END.