Carlos was fed up with the indignities of being the rugby team’s “equipment manager.” Having slept through the job fair after an all nighter, this glorified towel boy role was the only work-study option left that helped him maintain his scholarship.
He loathed the endless practices and the jockstraps and musky towels lobbed at him in the locker room. The guys on the team treated him like he didn't exist. They were all too happy to seem him degraded as he was forced to clean up after them. He didn't come to university for this, he longed to be in the lab.
On one of his few off days he developed a plan to get at back at the guys. Carlos had been tinkering with some nanobot prototypes since he got to campus and by the time the end of the rugby season approached he knew they were ready to execute his master plan.
The team was being bussed downtown to a banquet at a hotel ballroom. The team was dressed to the nines and somehow the task of laundering their suits fell to Carlos. Of course today he didn't mind the grunt work, mixed in with the copious loads of laundry were millions of indestructible microscopic robots ready to eat through their clothing at a moments notice.
When the coach threw in his suit as a last minute addition Carlos was too happy to oblige.
When they were a comfortable distance from campus, and Carlos was certain the bus driver wouldn't turn around, the wheels were in motion.
Showtime!
As Carlos activated his robot army he noticed the jovial tone in the bus falter a bit as many of the athletes felt a strange itchiness take hold. It only took a few minutes for that falter to turn into a full panic. Soon large patches of skin began appearing through suit pants and sports coats.
"Bro what's happening?"
"Dude I can see your entire back!"
"Man your thighs are totally exposed!"
Carlos laughed to himself as the guys who wouldn't even give him the time of day were reduced to hysterical messes. Most of the bus now found themself clad only in their underwear.
Coach lumbered out of his seat towards the back of the bus in a pair of too-tight Ralph-Lauren briefs that left a bit of his butt cheeks exposed. Several of the guys on the team were snickering at his exposure, even though in the aisle many of them would be equally exposed.
"Bus driver we've got to go back to campus!" he implored.
"No can do Coach, traffic is a nightmare, and I'm off at the top of the hour, it's a union thing!"
"Well you can't expect my guys to go to the gala like this, they're practically naked."
"Not my problem."
"Hey, show some respect, I've won three national championships for this school you can't talk to me like that!" The coach fumed.
"I'm showing you as much respect as someone whose ball slipped out of his tightey-whities deserves." This garnered a big laugh from the team as the coach sheepishly readjusted himself and returned to the aisle with a incandescent blush.
Carlos could see the coach and the few smarter members of the team starting to panic as they rounded the corner just a few blocks from the venue. Time for phase two! The laughter was once again cut off, this time by more decidedly panicked noises as the nanobots began eating away at boxers, briefs, and jockstraps galore.
Faster than the first initial stripping, almost everyone on the bus was naked. Too absorbed in their own nudity, none of them even noticed Carlos fully dressed at the front of the bus.
These guys had all seen one another naked in the locker room, but they were so caught off guard this felt totally different. Their hands kept vacillating between covering their dicks and their asses. They scurried around the bus in an humiliated frenzy.
As the bus reached a hard stop several of the guys up in the aisle ran into one another, faces collided with asses and asses collided with dicks.
"Alright, I'm off in 5 minutes, every body off the bus! Someone will be here to get you in 3 hours."
The team, terrified of their newly realized fate, scrambled to the back of the bus to hunker down and resist getting off the bus.
“Have it your way then,” the bus driver said with a wink to Carlos as he pressed the button to open the emergency exit at the back of the bus exposing the team to everyone on the street.
While enjoying the view of the ocean from the cliffside, you look over to your buddy to ask him something but were instead greeted by the sudden appearance of his dick. "Dude, what the hell happened to your clothes? Why are you naked?"
"The weather today is just too perfect, man! And since it seems like we're all alone up here, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to enjoy it to the fullest extent! Come on man, join me!"
"Um, I don't think we're as alone as you think we are," you point over to the boats of fishermen trying to call his attention. The sharp wolf-whistle from one of the boats definitely caught his attention.
He appeared a bit more self-conscious of his nudity, moving a hand to cover his cock, but was still not that fazed. "They're miles away. I don't think they can see much of anything."
"Yeah, but they definitely can," you say, pointing to the beach at the foot of the cliff with a crowd already taking notice of the naked stud.
"Okay, okay, I get it... Can I have my clothes back now?" He asked, looking slightly worried upon seeing you pick up all his clothes off the ground.
"And waste the opportunity to watch you streak around town? Ha, catch me if you can bro!" You say, running back down the trail with all his clothes in your hands.
"Fuck you bro! Get back here!" was all he kept shouting as he chased after you with his cock flopping in the wind. Before he even realized it, he had ran down the cliff and right into the crowded beach. It was far too late, but he still hid behind the tree barely concealing himself from the crowd. All he could do was watch as you dropped his clothes in the middle of the crowd, just out of his reach. He stayed glued to the tree, asking stranger who passed by every so often to retrieve his clothes, only for them to laugh in his face upon figuring out that he was naked in public.
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