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cant believe this is my first drawing of the year
The sea in One Piece has a plethora of symbolic meaning--I wrote about some of it in my big Romanticism series awhile back--but I'm beginning to see specifically the bottom of the sea as Death, and that Death is closely associated with Darkness and Oblivion.
The Going Merry was sent to the the bottom of the ocean, specifically after being set on fire because it's "dark and lonely". Fishman Island is placed where it is because it has a bit of sunshine, and thus is the only place under the water that's habitable for mer- and fish folk. Egghead revealed that Imu raising the sea level and destroying civilizations, hiding the truth about the Void Century from the light of day. After Whitebeard dies, Teach pairs the tremor-tremor fruit with his darkness logia, and between the two of them has the power to bring the world to its knees.
So when Whitebeard tries to send Marineford to the bottom of the sea, he's trying to kill it, leaving no trace so that it will one day be forgotten. And in One Piece, that's when a thing truly dies.
And he does it all for the sake of his son.
The New Age is often symbolized as a wave, which makes this metaphor doubly effective given the previous destruction of the Moby Dick
For those who are unaware, Oda revealed in (I believe) Data Book Yellow that he heavily based Whitebeard on a man he knew, a gruff old bartender dependent on oxygen who liked to yell at whippersnappers and tell old war stories. Apparently the guy was delighted when Oda told him, and with that retrospect you can just tell in how Oda presents Whitebeard he respected him a lot.
There's a quote from Oda in the SBS for volume 82 that suits Whitebeard particularly well, and it becomes especially poignant when you know he was based on a real person
"I love me some old dudes! I feel like age adds a new sense of depth to characters, both male and female. One Piece has tons of really interesting old people! But in the real world, age tends bring people down to a weaker state… and I've always disliked how there are some young people out there who just can't have a little respect for these aged individuals because of this. So with One Piece, I've brought to life one of my countless fantasies: which is for there to be super cool old people who've maintained their strength throughout the years.One day, you also will grow old. It'd be great if all of you could remain just as strong as the One Piece oldies are!"
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When Matt voted for Trump he thought he’d be doing something to ease the cost of rent, under Biden he was convinced he was going to be evicted with nothing but the clothes on his back. He didn’t think that Trump an infamous property tycoon would side with landlords and end up so when he got evicted he’d not even have his clothes left.
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Thomas' Misadventures Ch. 7 - The Great Big Outdoors
The Great Big Outdoors
It’s been several months now since Thoma’s adventures at the Rainbow Room with Sebastian, it’s near the end of his final semester at high school, and now he’s browsing through the local colleges and universities to pursue a degree in art. Since the last chapter, he and his lover have gone on several romantic dates, and some of them had ended up with Thomas in the nude…but nonetheless, the two have grown even closer to one another, and have been seeing each other for almost a full year now. Sebastian plans on going to college with Thomas on account of his sports, but right now he’s got something special planned for his lover…
Thomas
“Hmmmm….no, Rockwell is too far from home, besides they don’t have a good art program” I said into my phone, currently held up to my ear as I talked with Sebastian. “Well we gotta pick something soon, or we won’t be able to get in this coming semester after we graduate” Seb said teasingly, in that oh so cute way he did. “Don’t worry Seb, I think I’ve got just the perfect University in mind, it’s called Blue River University, it’s got a great art program and offers sports scholarships to students, I’ve already got an offer from them too” I said.
Seb seemed to consider this for a moment, before saying “yeah! I got one too, I had to look through the mountain of letters I’ve been getting lately, but yeah it’s right in the middle of town, it sounds perfect!” he said excitedly. My heart thundered in my chest at the words, and I even blushed a little. “It looks like they require students to take some required natural science classes, I’ve been taking a look at their options to see which one doesn’t sound too boring” I said.
“Eh we’ll focus on that later, but hey, listen, we’ve both been so busy lately, I think we could both use a break, what do you say?” Seb said. Oh thank god, I could really use one right about now I thought to myself. “Uhhh, sure Seb, what’d you have in mind?” I replied. Seb chuckled a little first, and it took him a moment to finally respond.
“I was thinking we could go on a hike through that nature trail hardly anyone uses anymore, it's a great day out, besides, if no one’s there, we might have some additional fun there” he said, barely managing to say those last few words before busting out laughing. I felt the heat in my cheeks bloom once more as my mind immediately drifted to dirty thoughts, so much so I could barely utter my response. “Uhm…uhhhh sure, Seb, that sounds like fun, where do you want to meet?” I finally replied.
“Right outside your house is fine…in fact I’m already here” he said, and I immediately scrambled off of my bed towards my bedroom window. Sure enough there he was, standing there grinning like an adorable idiot carrying two bags with one arm while he used the other to speak into his phone. “You coming down?” he said, I could see his lips move from my window.
I sighed, but with a smile on my face, he’s too cute for his own damn good I thought to myself, and said “be down in five”, then hung up the phone.
Sebastian
Thomas emerged from his house right on time, he was punctual like that, and it was just another thing that added to how cute he was. I beamed at the sight of him, he had decided to wear some jogging shorts and a white tank top, and neglected to say what sort of undergarments he chose to wear for today. “Hey there sweetie, you all set?” I said, and Thomas blushed a little but he smiled, one that made me melt inside every time I saw it. I pushed aside my infatuation for now as Thomas said “Yeah babe, I’m ready” he said.
I turned around and heard Thomas follow behind me, and I walked back towards my car and threw my two bags I had with me in the backseat, and I went ahead and climbed into the driver’s seat. Not a moment later the passenger’s side door opened and Thomas hopped in. Before he could say anything I leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips, which quickly turned into something deeper. I one hand through his hair and the other explored his chest, feeling his smooth hairless skin as we explored each other’s mouths. “Mhmm” I heard him say, and I spared a glance to his crotch, and sure enough I saw him twitch.
It took effort, but I broke away to look at him, staring into his eyes and I finally had the courage to ask him the question I had been dying to ask for several weeks now. “Hey uhh…Thom, we’ve been seeing each other for awhile now, and well…I thought…” I trailed off as I saw his expression turn from confusion into a bright, beaming smile that distracted me from my thoughts. It took a moment, but I finally regained my composure and said “Thomas….will you be my boyfriend? Officially?” I said, a blush on my own cheeks now.
Thomas shot up with excitement and “are you kidding? I thought we already were!” he said sarcastically. My face turned even redder, and I gave him a sheepish smile as I said “Well…we sure do act like it” I said, laughing softly.
“But seriously Seb…of course I want to be your boyfriend, nothing is ever going to change that” Thomas said. My grin widened and my blush faded as I said “glad to hear it, now that that’s out of the way…let’s go on our first hike together, as boyfriends” I said, and started up the engine and sped off down the street.
“Sure is a nice day out, just like you said, I just hope it doesn’t turn hotter out today, I’d hate to perspire so much I’d…take off all my clothes” he said, jokingly. I laughed at his attempt at humor, which had a slight hint of nervousness to it that told me that he was not only aware of such a possibility…but that he hoped it would happen, too.
Being this close to Thomas, it was easy to tell his hidden wants and desires, and I was getting better and better at pushing his buttons and it turned me on so much to see him squirm, and I knew he got off on it too. Oh don’t worry babe…you’ll be getting naked alright I thought to myself, a mischievous smile on my face as we drove our way to the nature trail…
Thomas
I couldn’t believe it, we were finally boyfriends! I was half-serious earlier in what I said to Seb, considering the amount of time we spent together, it felt like we were already. We talked the whole way there about the future, Seb wanted to move into a single dorm together, the thought of it brought up so many possibilities. Seb had fucked me in so many ways and times by now, every time I nearly cum without even touching myself, though lately I’d had a burning desire to top Seb, but he was nervous around letting anybody near his ass, so I hadn’t pushed him on it.
But then there was the matter of my…arousal in being naked in the open, Seb delighted in stripping me naked in public settings, our last outing was when we had gone to a clothing store for some new underwear. Once there, once I was in the changing rooms, I had stripped down, then without me noticing Seb had stolen all of my clothes and left me in nothing but the new underwear I had tried on. Unfortunately, the store didn’t allow you to wear them out, so I was forced to take them off at the front register, which had left me completely naked in the store. Seb had caught it all on video, too, as did some other store patrons who got a good look at my ass as I left the store, and as soon as we were out Seb returned my clothes. My face had stayed red the entire ride home.
But if we did move in together once we got to University, I’m sure Seb would find all sorts of new scenarios for me…the thought of it brought a blush to my cheeks and a twitch of my cock inside the pair of new undies we had bought at the store just last week. I was brought out of my reverie when the car lurched to a halt, and Seb turned to look at me with that same, beautiful smile and said “We’re here”.
Seb wasted no time in getting out of the car after he parked, and I followed suit by opening the car door. I helped Seb get his bags out of the back, and learned that one of them was mine and I opened it to find it empty save for a few snacks and full water bottles. I smiled at him appreciatively, and said “thanks babe” before giving him a quick peck on the cheek and even slapped his ass which made this mountain of a man jump at the contact. He had a slight blush on his face, but he kept that grin even though it was a nervous one.
“Your welcome, tease” he said in response. I merely shrugged and nodded towards the nature trail pathway, which veered away from the more often-traveled one. There were rumors of people doing naked hikes on this path, and even more illicit ones of people having full-on sex. At the thought of it, I couldn’t help but think of Seb bending me over between two trees and pounding me then and there.
I tried to push those thoughts away, as it was already having an effect on my body, and could feel my erection starting to form in my shorts. I willed it go down as much as I could, and hoped that Seb wouldn’t notice as we began our hike up the trail.
As we started up the trail, we encountered no one else at the start which I was glad for, I preferred the time I got to spend along with Seb. But if he continues to tease me the way he’s been today…I thought to myself. My crotch stirred with activity once more, and this time my efforts went to waste, I was only thankful I was walking just behind Seb so he wouldn’t notice my increasingly obvious bulge.
I hoped he wouldn’t turn back to look either, or else he’d clearly see my embarrassment, knowing anyone could show up on the trail at any point. “Hey, you alright there Thom?” I heard Sebastian say, and I quickly looked back up as I realized I had gotten lost in my own thoughts once more. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just got a little lost in my thoughts is all” I replied, not meeting his eyes and my face burning deep crimson. Sebastian merely smiled and slowed his walk so that we were side by side.
“Good to hear, just wanted to make sure you were alright, after all…” he trailed off as he slid a hand down my back, the contact making me shiver and gasp softly. “We’re here for a good time” he said, that last part he whispered in my ear and I felt his tongue teasingly slide around my ear.
Surprisingly, my body responded, and my cock grew harder in my shorts which I’m sure was making a sizable tent by now.
But just as soon as he started, he withdrew his hand and resumed his normal pace, looking straight ahead. I, meanwhile, was left frustrated and rather shocked, Seb normally didn’t start something unless he intended to finish it, and it was hard to muffle my protests as I didn’t want to give him any further satisfaction, the bastard.
Instead he continued to make idle conversation, as if he hadn’t just deliberately caused a boner to continue growing in my shorts. I decided to ignore it and continue trying to force down my cock but to no avail. Instead I just grew increasingly horny, and as we walked I could have sworn that it grew hotter out, guess that all-day temperature didn’t pan out too well huh, and I felt my skin grow increasingly wet from the sweat.
Seb felt the heat too, but he seemed none too bothered by it, instead we just continued to talk, and every once in a while I felt him grab, pinch, or twist varying parts of my upper body. His every touch made my cock lurch inside the increasingly strained fabric of my shorts and underwear.
He would whisper in my ear every time he did too. He particularly enjoyed the times he slightly pinched and grabbed my butt, my shorts made my cheeks bulge which made them all the more enticing to him. But for some reason he avoided touching my crotch, I was sure he knew of my arousal, but curiously he seemed more interested in teasing my upper body.
The day only grew hotter too, the sun bore down on us and made our bodies slick with sweat. I almost went to take my tank top off, but thought better of it, and said to myself that it was fine for right now.
Seb meanwhile was intent on being a tease today, and whenever I tried to tease him too such as slapping his ass or pinching his nipples he always managed to avoid me, or overpower me. My advances weren’t unwelcome, in fact Sebastian seemed to really enjoy me trying to. No, instead the only one being teased today…was me.
At one point, he slowed and walked behind me, we stopped, he reached out and wrapped his arms behind me and trapped me, and I could feel him grinding his crotch against my ass. His hands massaged first at my shoulders, then moved slowly down my back and used his fingers as he brought his hands back up. The light touch drove me crazy and I couldn’t help myself anymore as I let out a loud “oh!”.
He leaned in once again and whispered in my ear “you like that, baby? You like how I touch and tease your body like this? Hmmmm, fuck I can’t wait until we reach the top” he said. Before I could respond to that, he lowered his head and he nibbled my earlobe a bit and started kissing down my neck until he reached my nape and started sucking there.
“Hmmm…fuck” I said softly, and all I wanted to do was to rip his clothes off and take his cock right up my waiting hole, but his arms moved forward now and held me in place and as he sucked on my neck, his hands massaged my pecs.
My cock was fully hard now, and if only my hands weren’t held by Seb’s strong arms I’d have given it the attention it needs. It went on like this for what seemed like forever, until Seb stopped sucking on my neck and his arms drifted to my hips.
His hands grasped the hem of my tank top, and he whispered into my ear once more, and said “It’s so hot out, isn’t it? I can feel the sweat on you, let’s get you more comfortable and take this off” he said and he slowly lifted my tank top up with his hands.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and I tried to form out some sort of protest when I realized…I didn’t really have any. I stayed silent and didn’t resist as Seb lifted my arms up and lifted the tank top up and over my head, leaving me bare-chested. I heard him drop the tank top and it landed on the side of us, near where we had put our bags when we had stopped. I looked with concern but Seb said in my ear once again: “Don’t worry, I’ll put it in your bag later” he said.
He resumed his massage of my torso, I breathed heavily as his hands massaged and teased every part of my upper body. I bit my lip as I tried to contain my moans but my body twitched and squirmed as I felt nothing but pleasure in my body. But then suddenly, and almost painfully he stopped and pulled back, walking over to our bags. I barely paid attention to anything else, instead I just gazed down at myself and noticed the huge tent in my shorts, it took all my self control not to reach out and rub my boner through my shorts.
Next thing I knew I heard Seb say “Well, you coming?” and I looked up to see him carrying both of my bags now and was a few feet ahead of me, and had started walking farther up the trail before noticing I hadn’t followed behind. “Uh…yeah” I said, barely coherent as I nearly slapped myself to return to reality, following close behind Sebastian and took my bag from him.
Needless to say, he continued to tease me just like that. He would hold my arms down or pin them behind me while his own hands explored my upper body, and even cupping my cheeks in his hands once or twice but he tended to avoid my lower body. He would constantly whisper in my ear everything he said he was going to do to me, and at one point I couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to do it now! But he merely said: “Shhhhh, patience babe, just a little longer” he had said and this time he finally reached down and gave my boner a tight squeeze.
That was all the attention he gave it that time, before releasing me and continuing on our way. Thankfully we ran into nobody while on the trail but the temperature only continued to rise, yet Seb never took his shirt off, and seemed perfectly fine despite the visible sweat on him.
We were nearing the top at last after a good two hours of walking (and teasing on Sebastian’s part), when suddenly he got behind me once again, though instead of his usual massages of my back and torso his hands went straight to my crotch. I felt oh so familiar hands grab my boner through my shorts, which immediately made me gasp and my cock throb in his hands. “Ah fuck!” I said out loud as he fondled my boner through my shorts, his hands expertly massaging it through the fabric.
“Almost there baby…” he said softly in my ear, and I turned my head and leaned my lips towards his own. This time, he leaned in too and started kissing me softly as he massaged my hard cock through the fabric of my shorts. He kept it from growing too hot, however, and after he broke away he said "hmmmm, it’s still so hot out…how about you get more comfortable?” he said and moved his hands away from my crotch and towards the sides of my shorts.
“B-b-but what if-” I tried to say but Sebastian silenced me with a finger on my lips, and said “hey…listen, I know you want to take them off…so let’s slip these pesky shorts off you, won’t it be so much easier if you took them off?” he said in a sensual tone of voice.
In my current state, it was hard to think straight. However, my panic at being spotted in the underwear I had on sobered me up just a little, but Seb’s teasing and arousal of my body had started to override my self-conscious and embarrassed thoughts. “Uhm…uhhhh I guess it’d be fine if I….” I trailed off.
“Oh wait, you have those undies we got you at the store on, today, don’t you ?” he said, his grin widening and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. I didn’t have to answer, my blush did so for me but Seb continued to tease my body with one hand and I had to admit…it was so hot out, I did indeed want to take off my shorts…
“Yes…” I said softly. “I’m sorry babe what was that?” Seb replied. My face turned redder by the second as I repeated “yes…I would like to take my shorts off…I guess it’ll be alright since no one’s around…and it is quite hot out today” I said.
Seb maintained his devilish smile as he grabbed the sides of my shorts and slowly pulled them downwards, revealing my black jockstrap and I felt a cool breeze on my now bare ass cheeks as I stepped out of my shorts. Seb went ahead and put my shorts inside my bag for me, which I thought was sweet of him, and he gave my jockstrap pouch a quick passing touch of his finger as he passed by me.
We continued on as before, though Seb remained as calm and composed as ever I, on the other hand, became ever more vigilant for any sign of other hikers on the trail. Yet, we never came across anyone else, instead Seb continued to tease me, though from now on he gave passing touches of my boner through the jockstrap, and even pulled on the back band and let it slap against my cheeks.
Eventually, we finally came to the top of the trail, which was a wide hill space covered with dense trees but for an outcropping which gave you a view of the entire woods, and there were a few picnic tables spread out, all empty of course. Seb walked over to the one nearest the edge, and set down our bags on it.
We stood there, gazing out at the great big outdoors for a good few moments. It wasn’t long until the tranquility of that moment was broken as I felt Seb’s hand reach over and started caressing my ass cheeks.
“Hmmm, fuck Seb…” I said and I closed my eyes and just welcomed his touch as he slid closer to me and used both hands to at first softly but then steadily kneaded the muscles in my thick glutes. Seb guided me over to the picnic table and gently bent me over the side and resumed his work on massaging my ass.
“Oh yeah baby, come on, moan for me” Seb said. Despite the redness in my face, I was so sexually charged I couldn’t help but give in and start moaning out loud while softly saying Sebastian’s name, which only spurred him on. Suddenly, he reached under me with one hand and massaged my jockstrap pouch, which now had a prominent wet spot on the front due to the constant touching, teasing, and massaging Seb had done throughout our hike.
“Mmph…fuck yeah Seb…” I said, and I felt my self-conscious thoughts completely dissipate now as my body’s desires took control and I spread my legs a little wider apart which made Seb chuckle just a little bit. Then, I felt Seb pull apart my ass cheeks and his tongue darted in and I felt it press around my exposed hole.
“Oh!” I said, but didn’t resist and in fact I welcomed it as Seb teased my hole with his tongue, while using his hand to massage my jockstrap pouch. The sensations were driving me crazy, I felt waves of pleasure going up and down my spine as Seb pushed my buttons even further than ever before. I squirmed and writhed before his touch, so much so, that I didn’t notice his hands reaching for the hem of my jockstrap.
By the time I realized what he was doing, my jockstrap was already being pulled down, and felt my fully hard, leaking cock bounce free from its cage, and I actually felt a sigh of relief, it had been aching so much I nearly begged Seb to take out my cock. The rational, sane parts of me shouted at Seb for him to stop, I couldn’t possibly be naked outdoors like this! But those parts were muffled in the sexual sensations that Seb was constantly pumping into my body, his velvety tongue just felt so good around my hole.
I didn’t resist or protest as Seb guided my legs to slip the jockstrap off of me, which left me totally naked before him which in itself drove me crazy. Part of me wanted to jump him right now, rip off his clothes and ride his cock until he came inside me, while another part wanted to fuck him instead. Both thoughts brought a deep blush to my face, my sexual desires sometimes embarrassed me, and despite how gentle and kind Seb was, some things were just humiliating to admit out loud.
I heard Seb’s hands rustle behind me, and heard a big zip open, which I assumed meant he was putting my jockstrap in my bag for me…I was distracted from that trail of thought when suddenly, Seb started spitting on his hand and used it to help finish lubing up my hole. I nearly gasped when Seb used two fingers and gently pressed them against my hole, slowly pushing them inside me.
“Mmmmm, oh god” I said out loud and Seb said in response “just wait Thom, it’ll all be worth the wait”. That’s all I got from him before he pushed his fingers in deeper, before moving them back out, then in. He repeated the process until he had gotten his fingers all the way inside me and I could feel my cock leaking precum down onto the forest floor as he teased his fingers in and out of me.
Once he found out how to hit my prostate with his fingers, I nearly drew blood from biting my lips to contain my moans, and all manner of dignity in me collapsed as I gave in completely and started to beg Seb to fuck me. “Hnnng, fuck me Seb…please babe” I said, pleadingly but they went ignored as Seb continued to tease my prostate, his hands free roaming my body but avoiding my aching cock as he did so.
“Not yet Thom…not yet” was the response I always got whenever I begged him to take out his cock and take me right there, bent over the side of the picnic table. A part of me was ashamed and horrified as my lust for Seb and thrill at being completely naked outside had me so sexually charged I could have fucked a tree and been satisfied. But that part was buried underneath the mountain of stimulation and arousal.
Seb continued to finger my ass, and as my hole relaxed and loosened enough he sped up his pace to hit my prostate with each time his fingers thrust into me. I felt pressure begin to build in my cock, and if Seb continued what he was doing, he was going to make me cum.
Before I could say anything, I felt his fingers leave my loosened and used hole completely, and heard him stand up before he turned me around so that we were facing each other. He had the most devilish smile on his face, and his bulge was obvious within his own shorts.
“Well? Have you had fun on our little hiking adventure?” he asked, innocently, as if he hadn’t been preparing to fuck me senseless just a half-minute ago. It took a moment, but I regained my composure and said “oh god, yeah…but…dear lord this teasing Seb…it’s driving me nuts” I replied, my eyes pleading.
Seb’s look softened a bit, and he looked directly into my eyes when he said “Don’t worry babe, I promise…I’ll be balls deep inside you soon, but first…let’s get back to the bottom of the trail” he said and went to grab our bags, leaving me dumbfounded.
I could do nothing but protest, which did little good now, so instead I went to pick up my bag and open it…and found it empty save for the bags of snacks and water bottles earlier…My face turned as red as a balloon as I realized that Sebastian had been putting my clothes into…
I turned around and suddenly I noticed…Seb was gone! I panicked, and I rustled through the bag once more to see if I had missed something. What I did find was a folded note from Seb, I quickly unfolded it and my eyes went wide as I read:
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t abandon you like that at the top of the trail, I just used a distraction to get a five minute head start, and I’ll stop once there. Better hurry, your clothes are waiting” ;)
Love, Sebastian.
While my heart fluttered at seeing his kind words, my rising embarrassment took over but my arousal didn’t go away either, and in fact it added to how turned on I was. I decided to waste no time in catching up to Seb so I zipped my bag closed and used it to cover my shame as I sped down the trail.
Thankfully, I still didn’t run into anybody while going back down the trail, and as I did so, I had to admit…the breeze on my bare skin, the freedom of my cock and balls as they bounced between my legs, gave me such a thrill. Streaking like this was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and while the possibility of being discovered still horrified me…another part of me secretly hoped it would happen.
It didn’t take long until I saw Seb waiting at a junction of the trail, and right past it was where a rock pathway was, so if someone was approaching from either direction you couldn’t see or hear them until you rounded the corner and saw them face to face. I pushed that thought aside as I ran towards Seb, who smiled as he saw me approach and while my heart skipped a beat each time I saw him, right now my eyes were on his bag.
Seb was prepared, however, and he used his own natural strength and speed to keep his distance from me, but as we neared the rock junction he was getting backed into a corner but he didn’t seem to care as I carelessly let my cock and balls bounce freely in the open. I actually had to bite my lip to keep from moaning as it slapped the side of my bare thighs when I moved around.
I finally had him cornered, and I tackled him to the ground and tried to wrestle away his bag to get his clothes back, all the while Sebastian was grinning and laughing like a maniac. I used my sheer body weight to keep Seb from moving as I used my quicker arms to finally snatch away his bag. I quickly retreated off of him and held the bag close to me and looked right at him, temporarily distracted from putting my clothes back on.
“Seems you got my note, should be about a 30 minute walk down to the bottom...you sure I can’t convince you to do it naked?” he said, raising his eyebrow at me.
I opened my mouth to refuse but then thought more about what he said…it felt thrilling to streak down the trail just now, and they’d been here for hours now and they’d seen no one else on the trail…
“I-” my answer was cut off when suddenly, a group of five guys rounded the corner. Seb turned to look too and he looked surprised as well to find other people using the hike trail today. However, the bigger issue was…I recognized the guy at the head, and when he saw me his eyes widened and a grin broke out across his face as he pointed and said “Hey! It’s naked Thomas!”. My heart thundered in my chest, and my face turned a deeper shade than red, when at their head, was none other than John, the lead basketball player from the park…
End of Chapter 7.
Author’s Note:
A big shoutout to a good friend of mine named LeFreaquesochic, who deserves recognition for his help in providing ideas and feedback, which helped me work out this monster of a chapter!
I hope you all enjoyed the latest chapter of Thomas’s Misadventures. A couple things to announce: first of all, Thomas will unfortunately be ending soon, but don’t worry this won’t be the last we see of him, in fact we’ll be seeing a lot more of him in a new upcoming series I have planned which I will give more details about as time goes on. One last thing, a sneak peak at the next chapter, just for you ;)
Chapter 8 - Turning the Tables: Thomas has found himself naked on an outdoors hiking trail, and was about to reclaim some of his dignity when none other than John from the basketball court and some of his friends show up! Can he endure another humiliation at their hands? But not all is lost…for Thomas may find an opportunity to get some long overdue payback…
Part 9: Don’t leave (or look at) my behind!
Three attractive men streak across the crowded parking lot at a break neck pace.
Declan, the bigger, underdressed ex-guard leads the two undressed muscle-heads to his Silverado pickup truck in the back corner of the lot.
Leg muscles extend, dicks swing back and forth, hair flies free through the added breeze. Cooper taps SJ’s chest and nods his head towards the parked cop car with whirling lights of red and blue. SJ squints to try and look inside the windshield which, to his avail, is vacant.
Upon reaching the parked car, Declan stops in place and his face goes blank. “The keys!” Declan shakes his head slowly and puts his hands on his underwear lined hips.
Cooper shifts his weight to one side and sends his fiancé a look expressing “oh, this bitch.”
“Well go back in and get them,” declares SJ as he stands up straight with shoulders rounded back, “we can’t stand here all day!”
An exiting car honks twice. The three men look down, look back up at each other, and blushingly cover their privates.
Declan sighs. “I’m not going back in there. The cops are probably looking for us by now.”
SJ rolls his eyes. “This is your plan. And you forgot the keys!”
“Not to mention, you are the most dressed,” chimes in Cooper as he supports his fiance.
Declan clutches his tight, plaid boxers a bit tighter. “Ok, ok. It’s not just that. I have had a crush on my coworker, er- former-coworker, Drake for a while now and just got the nerve to ask him out. We have a date this weekend and I can’t have him see me like this! Not yet.”
“But publicly chaining us nude against the wall was alright behavior,” mutters Cooper.
SJ points an index finger his way. “Whatever, get in there! We can’t stay like this, more people will see!”
Suddenly a hunky, preppy man walks by the two nude and one severely undressed men. SJ returns his hand to his exposed crotch.
While at first the hunk looks stunned, his shocks fades into a playful smile. He purses his lips to cat call the trio.
As he contuses his walk towards the store, Declan seizes the arm of his long-sleeved Ralph polo. The pulling accentuates his muscular arms and slim torso. He resists the ginger’s grab and takes a few steps back.
“Please,” begs Cooper, “help us!”
“Come on man,” supports Declan as he returns his arm to cover his loins.
The expensively dressed hunk begins to feel embarrassed for them. He recalls to himself his fraternity hazing days where he was left in the town square in nothing but his undies.
“Alright, alright,” he offers begrudgingly. “What is it you need me to do?”
Declan explains the key retrieval mission and the perilous journey of cop evasion and security office invasion. Like a champ, the hunk accepts the plea and enters the Target. Avoiding the attention of the security manager and local cops, but still receiving giggles from twinks toting around iced-coffee and swoons from the eyeing female patrons, the hunk sneakily enters the office.
Feeling like agent 007, he enters the code into the gray locker and swipes Declan’s keys, wallet, and phone. With the style of Pierce Brosnan, he slinks back out of the room undetected. After strolling along and thumbing through the wallet’s contents, he sees a girl with a heavy tan and a bejeweled purse wink his way from the check out line. While exiting the store, he gives himself a self-imposed tip by stuffing Declan’s credit card in his pant’s pocket.
The semi-heroic hunk saunters over to the truck to deliver the goods. He unlocks the pick-up truck to let the trio know he is on the way. He hears a teasing whistle, imitating his own joking cat call from earlier, coming from the truck bed.
While hiding, the trio unintentionally cuddle for cover while crammed in the confined space. The hunk tosses the goods inside and gives a salute. “Mission complete,” he jokes.
Declan sits up and reaches out to shake hands. A stark naked SJ begins to step out of the truck bed. Still covering up as best he can, Cooper’s face conveys guilt.
The hunk hesitates, thinking back to what he has seen that hand clutching. Ultimately, he decides to reach out too and they share a firm handshake.
“Thanks for the rescue,” says Declan behind a mischievous smile. The hunk raises an eyebrow in suspicion and tries to pull his hand away.
Declan’s hand stays firm as he shouts, “sorry about this bro!” Declan pulls the hunk into the truck bed by his toned forearm as SJ grabs his belt from outside to push him inside the truck bed fully. With the power of three, the trio are able to over power him as they unceremoniously strip him down bare. Now unclad in nothing but his sport shoes, the hunk is tossed into a nearby, prickly bush.
The trio hear an exasperated “YEOWCH” as they pile into the front of the truck. Without delay, the retrieved key is put into the ignition and is pulled out of the parking spot.
Cooper questions from the middle seat, “you think we can pull this off?”
“Looks like we already have,” replies Declan in the driver seat.
“Don’t be so sure,” declares SJ as he eyes the passenger side mirror to see the hunk bolting out of the bush. He sprints so quickly that he is able to get a hand on the car door.
“OH SHIT” yells Declan. He slams his foot on the gas. The speeding truck exits the parking lot leaving the bare-assed man covering his crotch as onlookers honk at him.
When I was in college I had just had a pretty tough workout and was showering in the gym locker room. We had curtains in all the shower stalls, so when I heard a commotion outside I couldn't quite see what was going on. Suddenly I heard the sounds of a fight breaking out, and I peeked around the curtain just in time to see a naked guy being pushed right toward me. I backed away up against the wall just as he burst through the curtain, tearing it off the rod. The other (wearing boxers) guy threw the naked guy backward, hitting me in a tenderly exposed area and knocking me over. Naturally at this point I just wanted these two out of my personal space, so I started shoving them both as I tried to stand up, and voila, I was now part of the fight too. Fists flew everywhere, a gut punch here, a face punch there, when one of us would stumble we'd keep getting back up and continuing the melee.
Since the battle was occupying most of my time I didn't take note of where the fight had moved - away from the showers and toward the door to the gym. At this point, the other naked guy gave a power-shove to me and the boxers-guy right toward the door. I hit the door first and just as I braced myself against the door jamb to prevent going through it, boxers-guy pushed hard against me to force himself toward other naked guy, which unfortunately forced this naked guy straight out the door and into the gym.
Since I was still wet from the shower and the sweat of the fight, I slid a good 20-30 feet on the wood floor, coming to a stop at about the free-throw line. I quickly scrambled to turn around and try to get back to the door, but I slipped and slid and fell on me face just in time to see the locker room door slam closed. By this time the noise had attracted onlookers - about 30 people in the gym. I was finally able to get up and dash for the door, but when I grabbed it and turned, it was locked! Then I heard the characteristic "click" of a camera phone, then two, then a dozen others. I had no other choice but to run for the nearest exit. I ran out of the gym covering my dick as best I could, which wasn't very well at a full sprint while still soaking wet. I bolted out of the gym building, across the quad, and a full two blocks back to my dorm, and didn't come out the rest of the day.
Jay's Wardrobe Malfunction
This is a story I wrote a long time ago. One of my first-ever ENM stories:
Jay Dandridge looks like he belongs on the news reporting the weather or in a toothpaste ad. He has a full head of silver hair that perfectly smooths over into a distinguished swoop. Slight wrinkles in his face, just enough to where they crinkle in all the right places, giving him this suave, debonair look of a perfectly clean-cut guy that time has been very kind to. His eyebrows painted into delicately rugged angles over-top pupils in the middle of pools of blue-gray. Like an evening lake reflecting star light. He has broad shoulders and a tight physique made of lean muscle. His entire body is perfectly molded. Which is no surprise as he keeps in shape by running and, of course, going to the gym. He's just a nice-lookin' guy that you can see saying, “Back to you, Bob.” And, yes, perfectly white teeth, along with a softly baritone voice that was made for radio.
He always has thoughts like this in the back of his mind to feel confident. Of course, he has plenty of things to express that: his accomplishments, his job, his income, his possessions, his take-no-bull-shit attitude, his knowledge, he could go on. But his physical self is a good glue to have all his other qualities in place inside his mind. It’s his sanctuary. And confidence is something you need today with what’s going on. Ever since they were discovered and came out of the woodwork.
There’s been the debate over whether they’re criminals or unjustly accused souls with only good intentions. But there’s a reason why they say that’s what paves the way to hell. People are flawed, and no one is completely good. With that said, even though he knows no one can be right all the time, he’s pretty sure he usually is. He is a well-educated man. And no one can take that away from him.
Some of them are, indeed, criminals. A few tried to break into his house. Of course, they had an advantage over him, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. Voodoo dolls are so old-fashioned and are as guaranteed as pulling out not causing any STDs.
The Extra Human Police Force stopped them. They have some abilities, too. It was first called Extra Terrestrial police force. But people thought that was too insensitive, so they changed that to Extracted Human. You can imagine how well that went over. So they compromised on Extra Human.
All this flashes through his mind as he sees the “Absolutely No Magic” sign on the front door of the café while walking through it.
And of course, there’s a fucking line. He knew he should’ve ordered online this morning. Thank goodness for the front-line card. It was a gift from his nephew that knew he liked this place. His brother said he didn’t even deserve that, but that’s another story.
Jay takes the card out of his wallet and then walks right up to the front of the line, completely cutting off the woman that was about to step forward. While both the woman and the barista behind the cash register share a look of shock, he places the card down and says, “An iced macchiato. And make it quick, I’m in a hurry.”
With this fuck-you face, the barista says, “Sir, those cards are not good this weekend. Not with the event in town.”
“Fine,” Jay says, shrugging. “I guess you don’t care about having this job.”
The barista arches his eyebrow.
“Look . . . Justin,” Jay says, looking down at his name tag and looking back up at him, “I know your boss. Him and I are not only good friends, but we’ve made plenty of deals together. And before,” Jay puts his hand up, “before you say that he realizes this, but can’t make any exceptions, know this. I have plenty of connections. Even professors. I’m sure you’re a student. Don’t make me make your scholastic experience hell. I can do that.”
“Jesus!” the woman he cut off says. “Take his order. Then we’ll be rid of this asshole.”
Jay doesn’t respond or even look at the woman, but just keeps looking at the barista. This is a negotiation. Granted, not with anyone terribly important, but a negotiation none the less and doesn’t concern anyone else.
The barista rolls his eyes and takes the card and looks back and yells out the order and then looks back at Jay.
“Thank you,” Jay says, not caring that Justin, the barista, hasn’t said anything like that in return.
He walks over to one of the tables while looking at his phone.
After waiting five minutes, he’s about to make some heads roll. But then, he hears that magical word, “Iced macchiato for Jay!”
He walks up and snatches the macchiato. He wants to say it should’ve been faster. But now, there’s not enough time. He turns around and that woman is right behind him. The macchiato pops open and spills all over her blouse. She gasps and looks down at her top.
“Now look what you did!” Jay says, “I’m going to have to get another one, now!”
“I have an interview in a half hour, you dick head! And I don’t have enough time to go home and change! The least you could say is sorry!”
“Okay,” Jay says. “Sorry you decided wear that to an interview. I did you a favor, sweetie.”
“You corporate prick! You can’t keep taking advantage of everyone just because you can. Money can’t buy you everything.”
“What are you___”
He’s cut off when he sees her take out a wax voodoo doll.
“Those are you illegal. Didn’t you see the sign?” Jay says, pointing to the “Absolutely No Magic” sign.
She looks around while wearing this knowing expression.
He sees someone from the Extra Human Police force sitting at a table drinking some kind of iced thing.
He steps to the side and says, “Aren’t you gonna do any…thing,” he voice trails off when he feels the floor under his feet. He looks down and sees that he his shoes and socks are gone. “That is using magic! You can’t do that!” Jay says and is about to tell her but can’t move. He can’t move.
“Hey, man, you need to do something!”
“What, me?” The officer says. “I’m just enjoying my latte. As far as I’m concerned, this has nothing to do with me.”
“You are going to get sooo fired.’
The officer takes a long drink of his latte and follows it by exhaling, sweetly. He looks back up to Jay and says, “You’re not the only one with connections . . . sir.”
A spot of fear specks at the base of his stomach. His briefcase flies out of his hand. He breathes a little more deeply.
“Now, as you know,” the woman says, “these figures can take possession of anyone. You don’t need to dress it, you don’t have to give it any accessories. It’s very, very convenient.”
He looks all around him. “Isn’t anyone going to stop this? What she’s doing is illegal! You’re going to jail! Don’t you care!?”
“Somehow, I think this morning is an exception.” She pauses, and then says, “And speaking of dressing, that suit. That is a very nice suit you have. Some might say you don’t deserve to wear it,” the woman says as Jay feels a tugging on his blazer. He looks down. The center 2 buttons are pulling forward. He feels relieved when he can move. But is immediately on edge again when he feels he can only move so far. He can’t pick up his feet or walk. His arms have limited movement. They can’t move to the back or to the front of him.
He feels confused as the buttons on his blazer are continuing to pull forward and they’re twisting and turning on their own.
“You’re ruining it!” Jay yells. “Someone stop this immediately!” He says looking around.
He’s actually standing in front of the display window where people are outside, and some have started looking in. No one is doing a God-damned thing.
Jay begins to hear the threading of his suit start to tear. Then a quick jolt shudders throughout his suit as he looks down and sees one of the buttons are now gone. He hears the tapping on the ground, finding a place to land. Then the other button flies off.
“Oh, no,” the woman says. “Your beautiful blazer. You should get that fixed. Guess you won’t be needing it right now.”
“You fucking bitch! You need to stop this, now…”
His voice trails off as he sees his blazer opening itself up and sliding off each shoulder. His arms tug as it pulls off his arms and the fabric of his sleeves slide away from his hands. He doesn’t hear it fall to the floor, though.
“Okay, c’mon, this is childish. How far are you gonna let this go, man!?” he asks the officer still enjoying his iced drink.
He shrugs his shoulders and smirks and says, “Guess I’ll be needing to call back up.”
Relief settles through his stomach. As he begins to feel his tie twist and loosen around his neck, the officer says, “In about thirty minutes or so,” the officer then nods at him and continues, “against you.”
“Me, wha-what did I do!?” he asks as the knot loosens.
“Yep,” the officer nods his head a few more times.
The tie pulls itself out from the knot and continues to untwist until it falls on his shirt now completely untied. As it pulls itself through his collar, Jay feels his stomach starting to twist.
“Sooner, or later, dude, you’re gonna be guilty of indecent exposure.”
He widens his eyes as the tie falls away and he looks at it literally fades away.
“You,” he says laughing in a tone of disbelief. “You, you can’t be serious dude. We’re in a public place. Seriously, how far . . .. are . . .. you . . .. going to let this go?” his voice trails away again as he sees the cop point at his sleeves.
Just as he looks down, his sleeves pop open at the same time as the buttons are plucked from them. He hears the buttons fall.
“No, no, no, no, no!”
“Oh, c’mon, do you really think I would’ve let it get that far? I just wanted to scare you.”
He sighs of relief and is about to walk away but can’t.
He can feel his insides getting tense again.
“I thought you said you were just trying to scare me!”
“I am,” the woman says. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
The button on his collar pops off.
“I’m just going to…”
A few more buttons pop off his shirt, opening further, exposing his white tank top underneath. Some of his dark chest hair can now be seen above it and the fabric clinging to his toned chest.
“I’m just giving you…”
More buttons pop off as his shirt opens wider, exposing more of his white tank top on his flat stomach.
“Less to worry about…”
More buttons pop off as he hears them skipping on the ground and finding a place to land.
“On your wardrobe choices.”
His shirt untucks itself from his slacks and the last buttons fly off and now his shirt is completely open. Exposing his undershirt and now his shirt is sliding off his shoulders, showing the thick straps of his undershirt on his broad shoulders. The shirt then falls away from his arms like a breeze, showing the slight ripples of his veins striking through his muscular arms like lightening.
“This is not happening. I know people!” he says to the woman.
He wishes now that he knew some practices. But, unfortunately, Jay was not born with the ability. Which you must be in order to have this deficiency. And that’s just what Jay pictures it as. A deficiency.
“Isn’t anyone going to do anything!?” he asks, looking around the café.
There is not a single person that responds and some even have sly smiles hiding in the smug corners of their mouths. Mother fuckers.
He then feels his white undershirt beginning to stretch against his chest. The fabric presses against him, clinging tighter into him, the shape of his nipples protruding from the white fabric. He feels his heart beating faster as his undershirt is stretching more and more, getting tighter, pulling further, harder, until . . .. RIIIIIIP!!
A long line tears straight through the middle of his shirt. The hair on his chest is peaking through and it can be seen going down in a trail to his toned stomach. Jay widens his eyes, “C‘MO___”
Jay’s interrupted by his undershirt ripping the rest of the way down and then peels open, completely exposing his abdomen. His chest is shaped into two solid pectorals with swirls of dark hair going around his nipples like a field of grass. His stomach is perfectly flat with the hair getting darker and heavier to his belly button.
Without warning the straps of his undershirt rip apart, quickly unfurling from his broad shoulders and then falls away from him. He’s now shirtless.
“Okay, ummm, I know I was a jerk.”
He hears a few scoffs.
“Okay, an asshole. But if you let me go, I’ll buy you a new wardrobe!”
He hears silence. “I’ve got plenty of clothes,” the woman says. He hears a chuckle, followed by her saying, “A problem you won’t have to worry about soon.”
He sighs. He can hear his heart throbbing in his throat.
“Wait,” he hears the officer say.
Thank God, he thinks to himself and rolls up his eyes as he exalts a powerful relief.
“Just so you know, dude,” the cop says, looking right at Jay, “I’m not a real cop.”
Jay arches his eyebrow in confusion as he widens his eyes. His heart starts beating heavy again. He doesn’t like where this is going.
“This is a fake costume. Looks close to the real thing, right?” he smirks and winks. “I’m sure you’re thinking of reporting me, but it’s not illegal. If you take a look at the logo on my shirt, you’d know.”
Jay look at the logo, and now, he can plainly see that it’s not the logo, at all. Plus it says, “Xtra Po Po Force.” He should’ve known. And he’s right, it’s not illegal. But that means he can still report the bitch.
“But, ugh, that barista you insulted?” he asked.
“He’s the son of someone from the police force,” the woman says, carrying a knowing laugh.
He looks to the barista who raises his eyebrows playfully.
Fuck. That’s not good. Those police force fuckers have a way turning the other cheek, especially if you piss one of them off. And Jay has personal experience with that. Even his connections can’t always work.
“And,” the fake cop says, as he’s picking up a tote bag and taking out…
Jay’s eyes widen again, and he realizes, he’s so fucked.
He takes out a fucking voodoo doll.
He holds the doll up to Jay and then juts his hand towards himself.
A patch rips away from the right leg of his pants, his tanned skin showing. His heart jumps when that happens.
“I,” the cop says, jutting his and again, causing another patch to rip away from the back leg of his pants. Jay feels the fabric pull and then sway forward in the way men’s slacks do when walking fast. There’s not a lot of movement as his pants are comfortably snug.
“Want . . . to . . . try,” the fake cop says, jutting his hand forward on each word, causing another patch to rip away from his pants each time he speaks.
That sound. That quick, savage sound that pounces in through the air. More and more of his legs are showing as each patch tears away.
The fake cop then points his index finger to the right leg of the voodoo doll and moves it up.
Jay juts his head down when he sees and hears the right leg of his pants ripping open. A slit is moving all the up his leg and ends just below his underwear. Much of his pants remains, just with a line torn on the right leg.
“Okay,” the barista behind the counter says. “We should give him a break.”
Jay sighs a sigh of relief. “Thank God,” he says.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” the barista says. “I was talking to our fake cop friend over there. We’ve got another guest coming in,” he says, motioning his head forward.
Jay looks to the door of the café and sees an actual cop walking through it.
Jay smirks and says, “Y’all are fucked now!”
“Hey, Justin,” the cop says to the barista. “Your dad told me there was some trouble here.”
“He did?” Justin says.
Jay still can’t completely move.
“Yeah,” the cop says, looking to the shirtless Jay with the ripped pants.
“He said there was some naked man exposing himself to everyone at the café.”
“Huh, really?” Justin says, caring this playful look and directing his eyes to Jay. And Jay doesn’t like the look on this smug kid’s face.
“Naked!?” Jay says. “Officer,” he says, nervously laughing, “as you can see, no one’s naked. These people have been taking pieces of my clothing off using magic!” he yells. “Thank God you’re here.”
The officer squints his eyes and shrugs his shoulders and pulls out a report. “Well, I’ve already got the report filled and, ugh,” he points to a part of the paper and shows it to the barista as Jay looks nervously onward. “I mean, Justin, does, ugh, well, that says naked, right?’
“It sure does,” Justin says.
“Well, I mean, I’d have to fill out another report and it’s just a lot of red tape. I wouldn’t want to have to make more work for myself by having to do another report over again with you being partially dressed. It clearly says naked here, sir, soooo…”
“You’ve never heard of white out!?” Jay asks, his voice cracking. “What you are doing is illegal. I could have your job!”
“Well, as my friend over there said,” he points to the fake cop, “he does have connections.”
Jay looks to the fake cop who’s looking more smug.
“And, ugh, if my report here says naked, we just can’t have you walking out of here like that,” he says pointing to what remains of his pants.
Jay looks down and slowly looks back up at him. “Oh, c’mon! Are you seriously going to do this!? This is illegal, you know that, right? You just can’t strip me here in the middle of a café! You’re a cop!”
“You’re right,” the officer says, pointing to him. “I can’t. But, ugh, well,” he walks over to a random patron who has his back turned towards Jay. “I’m sure this gentleman would be kind enough to help, wouldn’t you?”
The guy gets up and then turns around. Jay’s eyes widen as he takes a gulp of air. It’s Mark Yolster. And Jay got him fired three years ago. They were working on a project together and he knew it wouldn’t look good if everyone found out that Mark did most of the work, so Jay made it look like he did most of the work and Mark was wasting company time and money at a strip bar. All it took was for him to tell Mark that there was a birthday party for him and to record him there while on his phone. He took Mark’s wallet and swapped his cash with funds from the company. And he explained himself being there by saying he was just a supporting friend and, of course, he had no idea that Mark was using company funds for this.
“Hey, Jay,” Mark says, waving his hand.
“Mark, um, ho-how’s it goin’ . . . man?”
“Well, I should really thank you for getting me fired. I started my own company and now we’re a great success.”
“That-that’s great,” Jay says, relieved. “So I’m sure you feel like I did you a favor and aren’t carrying any grudges, right? You’ve, ugh, you’ve moved on.” Jay looks for any kind of agreement in Mark’s face, but it’s blank. “Right?”
“You’re right,” Mark says, which makes Jay relieved.
“Although, I have to admit, me getting fired for being at a strip club and you getting stripped bare-ass naked in the middle of a café would be kind of poetic, right?” Mark says.
“You, you said it yourself, Mark. You moved on. Besides, you don’t even have any kind of abilities.”
“Well, you see, Jay, I never really told anyone,” Mark says, walking towards the window, “but, I do actually have certain . . . abilities.”
As Mark is saying this, Jay looks down at his right pant leg. It’s not ripping, but it is getting cut open as if by a pair of invisible scissors. It’s going around his leg, slowly, starting at where the original slit ended, causing the fabric to fall a little more away from his leg, revealing more of his right leg and the tanned skin with the little hairs going all the way down the lean, muscular calf.
“And as you might have already guessed,” Mark says, as Jay’s pant leg continues to cleanly cut itself open all the way around his leg until it is completely removed and falls off, making the right side of his pants now look more like a pair of short shorts. Mark looks to Jay as Jay looks back to him. “I don’t need a doll. Mine are more, well, advanced. Didn’t even know I had them until you got my ass fired. I swore I’d get revenge on you, but, you’re right, I moved on.” Mark stops and just looks at Jay in this content expression of victory. He tilts his head and says, “doesn’t mean a little humiliation would be a nice bonus, though” Mark says.
Jay starts breathing a little more heavy as his heart is practically leaping out of his bare chest.
“C’mon, Mark, I’m sorry,” Jay says. “I’m truly sorry to everyone.”
“I’m sure this experience will humble you,” Mark says. “Nothing more humbling than paying homage to the emperor with no clothes, right?” Mark says, smirking.
Another patch is ripped away from his left pant leg now. And then another, followed by another. Each time this happens, Jay’s heart jumps. His pant leg his swaying slightly as more of his left leg is exposed. And then it stops. Jay is standing there with half of his pants and the other half ripped in several places.
“But this is getting rather tiring, isn’t it?” Mark asks looking to the officer, and then to the woman who he spilled his drink on.
“Yeah,” the cop says.
The woman nods in agreement.
Jay isn’t sure whether he should be relieved or not. Until he can find that he can move again.
“Just get outta here, Jay,” Mark says.
Jay nods quickly and high tails it outta there. He doesn’t get his brief case or anything. He’s just thankful that he’s got what he has left on.
He races outside the doors and is walking towards his car. When he reaches for his keys, his heart jumps again when he sees what he can’t possibly be seeing.
The belt he has on is beginning to uncurl and pulling itself out of its buckle. Jay goes to stop it but when he does, he finds he can’t move his hands anywhere near his crotch. They stop before they even reach his waist. He keeps moving his hands up and down but can’t get them close to that area at all.
While he’s doing this, the belt unbuckles itself and pulls open. He goes to his car but finds he can’t move towards it. This can’t be happening. He then feels the button on his pants beginning to pull. It twists to either end until it pops off, opening the top his pants a little further, revealing the top his underwear.
He’s noticing people beginning to look and even start laughing. Some are recording on their phone.
He turns around and looks to the café to see Mark and many of the other patrons look back at him. Many of them are carrying smug smiles.
He swallows hard as he begins to feel his pants opening further. He looks down and sees the teeth of his zipper are not only unzipping, but are getting pried apart, destroying the zipper and as it goes down, more of his underwear is exposed and he can’t even cover himself.
“Someone do something!” Jay says. “Someone call the police!”
When his zipper is pried all the way open, he can feel his pants stretching further. The fabric forming stressed creases as they’re pressed harder against his skin. He goes to turn around, to face his car, but, he can’t move again. And this time, he can’t even move even in the slightest. He can still breathe, but everything else is completely still. And he’s facing forward in front of everyone.
Then, the crotch in his pants begin to tear, splitting open. In one swoop, his pants just go flying off. Completely revealing his underwear which are a pair of jockey shorts. He begins to feel those move down. He quickly looks down and sees that they’re moving down, but then stop. The top of his ass is exposed. Wisps of his dark pubic hair are seen above the line of his jockeys. Then, a patch is ripped away from the back of his underwear, causing his firm butt to bounce as the skin is exposed. And then a patch is ripped off from his right side. Then he can feel the entire part covering his ass rip away, showing how his cheeks are firmly rounded with the fabric circling them. Jay’s heart beats faster.
What happens next causes his nerves to jump. The back of his jockeys rip completely open and the fabric going around his legs tear open as well. His underwear is staying attached to him, though, as they hang loosely from him.
He can move again and the first thing he does is try to cover his crotch, but he can’t move his hands close to it. And when he goes to turn around, it’s like his feet are superglued to the ground. This isn’t good.
Most of the remaining fabric of his underwear is ripped away. Leaving only a piece of fabric clinging to his dick. Covering just that part of his body.
He looks around at all these people looking at him. And the only people using their phone are the ones recording him.
A piece of fabric is then ripped away from a good chunk of the remaining fabric that is his underwear, completely revealing the bush of pubic hair he has above his penis. The trail of hair underneath his belly button gets darker until it merges with the thick patch of pubic hair he has now unfurling just above the even smaller patch of fabric left clinging to the only thing keeping him from being stark naked in public.
He looks up to Mark and Jay desperately moves his head back and forth giving Mark this pleading look.
Mark makes a comical frownie face as he shrugs his shoulders.
The remaining patch of underwear moves down slightly, giving a very teasing reveal of the base of his dick. And he can’t do anything to cover it up.
It moves down just a little further, showing more of the fleshy, veiny cylinder shape of his manhood. It then stops and moves back up, covering the base of his dick back up.
Jay sighs a sigh of relief. He hopes it’s over now.
Then, without warning, that remaining flap of fabric goes flying off, causing his cock to dangle rippling into the meaty set of balls he has. His uncircumcised cock hangs from his thick patch of pubic hair. The skin on the tip of his penis covers the helmet, but everything is on full display, now. His arms in rivulets of skin, his legs that are shaped like thin boulders, his chest with the nipples amassed underneath rivulets of chest hair, his perfectly round ass, and, of course, his penis with the veins becoming more prevalent as his blood rushes in embarrassment and his balls hanging behind his penis like two fleshy marbles.
This is when he notices the veins on his dick beginning to become more defined. He breathes harder as he sees the skin of his penis is getting more solid and even extending as the tip of his dick is starting to lift upward. This can’t be happening.
He looks up to Mark who arches an eyebrow at him. Crap, not only have these people stripped him completely naked, now, they’re going to get him hard?
He looks down and sees the tip swelling and lifting up further. It grows and extends until it’s pointing forward, hard and throbbing. It’s humiliating how his penis is jumping up and down as it’s fully erect, as if he’s turned on. But he is most certainly not.
This isn’t good. He’s feeling this sensation rushing to his dick. One he’s felt several times before. It keeps throbbing up and down, pumping this rhythm into his penis. This is terrible for this to be happening in public. He has no choice but to keep his hands at his sides and showing everyone how his penis is beginning to throb more. Bouncing up and down. He feels this hot rush of blood running to the very center of him. Pushing through his stomach and then his abdomen and then to his penis trying to escape. Which he really doesn’t want to happen. But it keeps moving forward. This tingling begins to happen in his dick until it grows into this fire that can no longer contain itself. He’s gonna, he’s gonna….
Then his dick shoots up as the slit on the head of his penis screams, projecting a white load of semen from it. It bounces, up and down, as thick rivulets of white cum flows out of him and splattering on the ground. He gapes his mouth open as his body convulses, tapping into the pulse of his dick seizuring from the pounding affects of his orgasm in public.
And as he slowly gains control of himself again, two police officers come up to him as his dick is deflating while it continues to throb from the last remaining streams of cum dripping from his dick. He tries to cover himself, but still finds he can’t.
“Got a report that a guy was jacking off in public, sir,” one officer says.
“You’re under arrest,” the other says as he puts Jay’s hand behind his back and cuffs him.
“Hey! It’s not my fault! You’ve got magics in that café! They did this to me!”
“Sure they did, sir,” one of the officers say.
His still leaking dick swings back and forth as his balls sway in the breeze while he’s being carted off to the cop car.
“At least cover me up, somehow!” Jay says as his butt cheeks can clearly be seen bouncing firmly and his dick continues to sway.
“Since you’re so keen on giving everyone a free show, don’t see why you’d want to cover up, now.”
He groans out of embarrassment as he gets put in the cop car, looking at the patrons and Mark looking so fucking smug.