Mystery Email ( Part 80 April 24th )

[Debbifan]

Note : This is my story, although I do use the ID Enthusiast elsewhere. That ID was not available on this board however. The contest mentioned is true and did take place as described but what follows is fiction

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It was a bit disconcerting when an anonymous email popped up in the in box of my work account. All that the email contained was the title, 'You Are Enthusiast'. Now, I have an online presence as Enthusiast but it wasn't exactly something that I wanted to be common knowledge with the colleagues I worked with ! I decided that simply ignoring the email was the best policy. But a few hours later, the same anonymous account sent a second message; 'It would be better for you if you did not ignore me'. This time I felt compelled to reply; 'I don't know what you're talking about'. This time the reply was instant; 'Oh, I think you do'. This message had an attachment; a naked photo of myself !

It had all started on the forum of a Stripping and Humiliation board, when a couple of posters attempted to resurrect an idea from the old board about getting authors naked in real life. That was a non-starter of course but the discussion evolved into talk of a contest where the loser (s ) would post naked photos of themselves. The idea put forward was that those taking part would post a story and if the story got a certain number of comments, the author would have to post photos.

This all sounded somewhat nebulous; where would the photo be posted, there was no such facility on that board ? People would simply back out etc. But as a solution, it was stipulated that an author could only take part if photos were deposited with a trusted mediator who would also take part in the contest. Then another guy who wasn't taking part set up a Discord channel where any photos would be posted should anyone lose.

It seemed a safe enough bet. The threshold for posting photos was set at 20 comments. Though I had originally wanted 25, 20 seemed perfectly fine. We all know getting any feedback at all is like getting blood out of a stone. 20 comments seemed off the scale. Anyway, as my username implies, I let enthusiasm get the better of me, took part and also got over enthusiastic with the photos I deposited, both in number and in content !

Three or four of us took part and at first it all proceeded as expected. We posted comments on each other's stories but that was it. Until about a week later, when I logged on to see that comments on my story had leapt from three to thirteen overnight. The guy who had started the Discord channel had linked my story to a couple of other boards with the thread title 'Let's get this man naked !' Long story short, the next morning, I had 18 comments, later in the day 23 and in the evening the photos were posted ! Embarrassing of course but any fuss such as there was soon died down and was forgotten.

But back to the emails. I hastily removed the image from my work screen, looking frantically over my shoulder to make sure that nobody had been looking. This was NSFW with a vengeance !

My first inclination was to stonewall and pretend once more that I had no idea what the mystery writer was talking about but I did not want to receive another such attachment to my work account. 'What do you want ?' I replied. I did not have to wait long. 'That's for me to know and you to find out in due course. Wait for further instructions.'

Whoever was sending the mystery emails then decided to leave me sweating for a day. An unsettled day, which I spent pondering on who they might be. Nobody at work seemed to be reacting any differently to me, though since the sender had access to my work account, they seemed the obvious candidates. But were they male or female ? As a 35 year old straight male, female seemed preferable but also less likely to have been pottering about on a stripping and humiliation website. I checked in on the Discord channel for the first time in months. I had known those photos were still out there but had thought nothing of it. But the channel gave no clues. Activity there had long since petered out and the few new members had handles that gave no indication of their real identity. All I could do was wait for their next move, should there be one.

That came the following day. 'For your first task, you will go back into the office late tonight once everyone has gone home.' And that was all. Should I respond ? It did give me another clue. Whoever it was knew something of my work pattern. I worked an on call rota one week in three and had a key to the office and had the code to disable the alarms in case I needed to go in and access the remote systems that supported our retail customers. This was an on call week for me. It all pointed to someone at work. I decided to reply with the thought that was uppermost in my mind. 'What if I don't ?'

The sender ignored this and simply sent the next disturbing instructions. 'Once there you will take off everything that you are wearing. Every stitch, including shoes. You will lock these in your desk together with your car keys. Keep your mobile phone with you. Place the key to your desk inside the fluorescent light fitting above the desk in Karen's office.' This all confirmed that it must be someone I work with. They knew that my boss was that demanding bitch Karen. They seemed familiar with the layout. I repeated my question; 'What if I don't ?'

This time there was a reply. 'Well, then these interesting and oh so revealing photos would find a very wide circulation indeed. The lovely Karen of course. Those girls in HR that you so like flirting with. Who else ? What about the teenage daughters of those neighbours of yours who think you are so cool ? They're at the age where they'd love to share them with their friends I'm sure !' This last particularly hit home with me. I had kind of anticipated people at work but talk of my neighbours showed just how much this person knew about me. Before I could respond, they continued; 'How should I do it ? Drip feed them one photo at a time or simply give them the link to that Discord channel and tell them to click on the revealed-photos sidebar ?'

https://discord.gg/chq97EW

'Ok, ok, I'll come into the office tonight' I hastily replied. 'And follow the rest of the instructions ?' they wanted to know. 'And follow the rest of the instructions' I confirmed. 'Good boy. You'll then get further instructions by text on your mobile.'

It was ten thirty when I pulled into the underground car park to the offices. I was immediately confronted by the sight of Karen's car in the otherwise empty car park. Before I could compute what this might imply, the bottle blonde bitch emerged from the door to the stairwell. "Working late ?" I said, just by way of making polite conversation. "Making sure there are no more than the usual fuck ups from my useless staff" she answered with a grin but with enough malice to imply that she was only half joking. "Do we have a problem ?" she continued. She knew I was on call and that my appearing late in the office would not be so unusual. "The overnight download's stalled at Sheffield" I lied. "Do I need to stay ?" asked Karen. "No, no. Should be routine, I just need to dial in on their system from here. You go and get your beauty sleep."

I watched her long expanse of thigh as she climbed into her car. She always wore much shorter skirts than would be the norm for a manager and often bent from the waist to extract folders from a filing cabinet, enabling me to know what style of knickers she was wearing that day under her pantyhose. She was six years younger than me and an annoying mix of bitch and tease. I was the oldest of her team but could not afford to let any resentment at what some might see as a demeaning position, undermine my employment status.

I let myself in the door and keyed in the code to disable the overnight alarms. Thinking ahead to what my mystery blackmailer ( for that is what it amounted to I realized ) had instructed me to do, I was thankful for the fact that there was no CCTV in the office. We only had standard office equipment in the building and while that had some value, it was not an attractive enough target to justify anything more elaborate than the central alarm system. I paused on the landing on my way up to the first floor where I had my desk and watched Karen's car drive out of the car park. Now I knew that I was alone in the office. Or was I ? What about the mystery man or woman ?

Arriving at my desk, I put my mobile down and hesitated. Was I really just going to begin taking my clothes off ? How would they check up on me ? How would they know what I had or had not done ? Was it all just a prank ? An elaborate hoax ? Then my phone alerted me to a text from an unknown number; 'What are you waiting for ?' it said. I still hesitated but there was a swift follow up; 'Strip !'

I looked around. Where were they ? The office appeared deserted and apart from the lamp I had just switched on, there was only the low level overnight lighting along the aisles between desks. Taking off my shoes and socks, I decided that I should get on with it for now. It felt surreal to be unbuttoning my shirt and then even more so to step out of my jeans. Fortunately the office retained the ambient heat from the day but I still felt an involuntary shiver. I hesitated again but the phone soon pinged; 'Get on with it.' Reluctantly, I peeled down my boxers. The phone responded immediately with a blush emoji.

I couldn't believe it. I was standing there, in the middle of the office that I knew so well, stark bollock naked. I stopped again in a kind of daze but the phone was relentless; 'You know what to do next.' I opened the desk drawer and began stuffing my discarded clothes into it. Another ping; 'Change of mind. Put your shoes back on. Funnier like that.' I was beginning to realize that whoever was orchestrating this seemed intent on making me look as ridiculous as possible, an impression that was confirmed once I stood naked apart from my leather Oxfords.

[Debbifan]

Part Two

But where were they ? How could they see me and what I was doing ? I looked around once more but was still none the wiser. I locked the rest of my clothes in the desk along with my wallet and car keys as per the original instructions. Next up was the bizarre order to place the key inside the light fitting above Karen's desk. Frustrated by the mystery of where my persecutor was, I risked a reply to the random number generating the texts, asking why I had to do this with the key. 'Because' was the one word reply but then a few seconds later; 'It's funny !'

Fuck them I thought, as I stalked off to Karen's office. The faint smell of her perfume lingered. To get to the light fitting, I was going to have to clamber up onto her desk. I cleared a space and did so, the shoes which were the only things that I was wearing, seeming to be incredibly clunky. I felt even more exposed perched up there with the light shining in from the door and a window to the outside world behind me. I had watched people before detach the covers to replace fluorescent tubes but had never done it myself. Fortunately, this one unclipped simply enough and I inserted the key in the base of the cover and replaced it. I brushed the dust off of my hands and got down off the desk, now feeling more vulnerable than ever !

My next thought was what now ? But the phone pinged with a text immediately. 'Good boy. Now make a tour of inspection of all three floors of the office' I hadn't known what to expect but felt a flutter in my stomach as I moved further away from my clothes and the essential key. There was no getting used to the alarming feeling of being totally naked in the middle of the office. As I walked towards the stairwell, the motion sensitive light detectors activated, leaving me illuminated by the overhead lights. I was 99% certain I was alone in the office, apart maybe from the instigator of this farce but that was little reassurance. I made my way upstairs to the suite of management offices and the boardroom, traversing that largely unfamiliar corridor and on to the other fire escape at the far end.

So far so good I surmised. Having already circumnavigated my own floor, I headed down to the ground floor which housed the main reception and the canteen. These were more problematic as they had windows overlooking the main street and it was still not yet eleven, people would still be about. I heard the sound of voices outside from a group leaving the nearby pub and instinctively ducked down behind a table until they had gone. It was with great relief that I found myself back upstairs in the relative security of my usual office surroundings.

The phone pinged. 'You didn't go into reception' Before I could answer that; 'You hid yourself in the canteen' I still had no time to answer when; 'Go down to reception and do 20 jumping jacks' This time I did reply; 'No fucking way' Reception had a full length glass door opening onto the street. I had already discovered that the street could not yet be relied upon to be totally empty. The only response I got this time was the email address of one of my neighbours. The implication was clear. I headed back down to reception.

Placing the phone on the desk, I warily peered outside into the street, hovering to one side of the glass door as best I could. It looked empty for now. Fortunately, there was no automatically activated lighting in reception. The order had not been specific and so I stood as far off to one side as I could by the receptionists' desk. The phone pinged. 'Out in the open'. Blast them, whoever they were !

I checked the street again and then hurriedly began jumping, desperate to get it over with. It was embarrassing enough to be performing jumping jacks naked with my cock and balls flopping around, without the stress of wondering if anyone would pass and see. My stomach lurched as a car drove by but it went too fast to have seen anything. I counted to twenty and then hightailed it back upstairs.

Back at my desk and the phone pinged. 'Good boy. You looked so funny' Another break that left me no time to respond before; 'Going easy. You can go home...if you can find the key'

What did they mean, 'if I could find the key ?' With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I rushed over to Karen's office and clambered up onto her desk once more but as I had feared, there was no sign of the key in the light fitting where I had left it as instructed. I hurried back to my desk and there was already a message waiting on the phone; 'How are you at cryptic clues ?' 'Hopeless' I replied. 'Oh dear, it could be a long night then !'

They say you can get used to anything but I was struggling to get used to being stark naked and vulnerable in the familiar office setting. The next hour had me scurrying on a series of wild goose chases. I was crawling under desks with my bare ass in the air. I was climbing on more desks and chairs to feel along the top of cabinets. Flexing to haul the drinks machine away from the wall after hints that the key was behind there but of course it wasn't. And where were they and how did they seem to be able to see everything that I was doing ? My activities were accompanied by a flow of mocking comments.

While I was feeling around under yet another desk and being informed how cute my balls looked dangling down like that, I heard an ominous beeping sound from back at my desk. It was my on call pager, informing me of a real problem at one of our stores, as opposed to the phony problem I had told Karen about on my arrival. Shit ! An overnight run had failed. I knew how to fix it but it was time consuming and needed liaising with the store personnel which was normally done over video call !

My wretched phone again; 'Oh dear, that's bad timing !' I replied, 'Come on, this is not funny, where's the key ?' Another gnomic response; 'It's hidden in plain sight.'

I didn't have time for this, I had to start the process to fix the store's problem. It was going to take longer anyway talking them through the procedure over the phone instead of demonstrating visually. But what choice did I have. The screen would not show anything below the waist but it would be clear I was topless which would be weird at the very least. And I would have to move between desks at some points which would risk more damaging exposure.

The girl in the store was not best pleased when I made some lame excuse about a system fault taking down the video link. In between instructions to her, I continued running around like a mad thing looking for the key. Hiding in plain sight, what did that mean ? There was no more help from my persecutor, just an occasional 'tee hee' and reminders of how late it was getting. It was approaching one in the morning when the office was suddenly swept by car headlights from someone pulling into the car park downstairs !

The car had to be Karen's. There would not normally have been any need for her to be woken about this problem with the overnight run but the girl in the store had probably complained about the video link being down making her job more difficult. I stood there frozen. What could I do ? My instinct was to run and hide but my job would be on the line if I tried that and left this business problem unresolved. And anyway, where would I go and what would I do without access to my clothes and car keys ?

Karen began speaking before she rounded the corner into the office. "What's all this about the video link being down ? Dragging me out of bed in the early hours...Good god, what on earth are you doing ? It's not that hot in here is it ?" I had hurriedly sat down at my desk but there was no hiding my bare chest. "Er, it's a long story" was all that I could think to say. Unfortunately, Karen continued her inexorable journey round to the side of my desk. "Bloody hell, you're completely naked ! Get dressed." " I can't." "What do you mean, you can't ? Where are your clothes ?" "It's a long story." "Well, you'd better make a long story short" she said ominously.

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. I was still sitting sideways to her as she pulled up a chair and my penis was clamped between my legs but that was the only small mercy. There being no plausible explanation that my addled brain could come up with, all that I could do was run through the truth with her as quickly as I could. Karen's expression as she listened was inscrutable. Was she angry ? Amused ? Disgusted ? It was impossible to tell. "Hmm" she said when I had finished. "Send me the link to this Discord channel" she demanded. "What ?" I gasped. "You heard. I need to know this is not some cock and bull story. With the emphasis on cock it seems !" Was that the hint of a smirk ?

I sent the link. "That just shows me a list of names" she complained. "You have to click on the side link to revealed-photos" I reluctantly confirmed. "Oh my" said Karen. "I can see how that would be embarrassing !"

"Right, we'll talk about this after we've sorted out the problem in Edinburgh" she continued assertively, pushing my chair to one side and activating the video link to the store. The familiar face of a smiling brunette filled the screen. "Hi Sandra" said Karen. "Och, thank god Karen, you've fixed the link" called the equally familiar Scots voice. "It's so much easier when it's the video. Did it take much fixing ?" the girl from the store asked. "It didn't take any fixing at all" Karen replied. "Show Sandra what the real problem was" she said, turning to me. I froze once more. She could not be serious. "Come on" Karen insisted. "Sandra deserves to know why you'be been making life difficult for her !"

I cupped my prick and balls in my hands and shuffled across in front of the screen. There was predictable loud laughter from up in Scotland. "What on earth's going on ?" asked Sandra. "That was my reaction. It's a long story but I'll fill you in later. We need to fix your problem and get you home first" replied Karen. "Can he give us a little twirl first ?" wondered Sandra. "You heard" Karen ordered. I turned my back to the screen. "Ooh, nice buns" shrieked Sandra. "Can I see his willie ?"

"Come on, show her your willie and then we can get on with fixing this problem" ordered Karen. Was I reluctant ? Hell, was I reluctant ! But in this situation I was between a rock and a hard place. Talking of which, for some reason my cock had decided to twitch and was now hardening and sticking out at an angle. All of which provided more laughter from Sandra at the other end of the video feed. Which now showed her pointing her phone at the screen ! "Hey !" I cried. "Oh sit down, it's a bit late to worry about being shy now isn't it ?" asserted Karen.

I pulled my chair up to the screen and set about resolving the issue with the store's overnight run, which was routine now that I had been forced to confront the video screen. There were a few more wolf whistles from Sandra on the occasions when I had to get up to move to another screen and once more flashed her. Karen was pulled up close to me in the other chair and her faint perfume and the fact that I surmised she probably wasn't wearing much under the track suit she must have thrown on when woken from her sleep, did nothing to dampen my growing erection.

The work issue resolved, Sandra signed off with a promise from Karen to fill her in later on the full story behind my exposure. At this point my phone pinged for the first time in an hour or so. I had almost forgotten about it; 'Well, that was fun. Unexpected but fun.' Karen looked over my shoulder at the text, which if nothing else allayed my suspicions that it was Karen herself who was my tormentor. It was also useful in confirming my story to her. Before we could speak, the phone pinged again; 'You still need that key'. And then again; 'Hiding in plain sight remember.'

"This is bloody spooky" I said to Karen, almost ignoring my nudity and the slowly subsiding erection. "How do they know exactly what I'm doing ? There's no CCTV, there's nobody here I can find ? But someone's hidden the key !" Karen seemed to be losing interest. "Oh, I forgot you were away installing software when we had the work done. See those little winking red lights in the ceiling ?" she pointed. "That is a new little surveillance system we had installed." So somebody could have hacked into that and be watching my movements. But that didn't explain what had happened to the key.

I shared these thoughts with Karen but she was already preparing to leave. "I want to get a little more sleep before having to come back here. We can discuss disciplinary matters later !" Disciplinary matters ! In my embarrassment, I had forgotten possible repercussions regarding the job. "But what about me ? I'm stuck here like this" I responded pathetically. Was that the ghost of a smile on Karen's face as she looked me up and down ? "I suppose I could give you a lift home" she said, this time breaking out into an open grin. "But that's no good, I haven't even got my house keys" I explained. Karen lost patience. "Oh well, you'd better find that key then hadn't you ? Or get walking before it gets light, I see you've still got your shoes !"

A three mile walk home in the nude was not an attractive prospect and then I would still need to get into the house somehow. Karen had gone into her office briefly and I started to run frantically but aimlessly up and down the office, looking in places I had already looked for the key that was supposed to be hiding in plain sight. Karen called from the office and I scampered over there. She pointed to her desk drawer which had a key protruding from the lock. "That's not my desk key" she smirked. "Do you think that's in plain sight ?"

I hastily grabbed the key and rushed back to my desk. Karen followed at a much more leisurely pace and stood smirking as I hurriedly got dressed. She looked at her watch. "It's nearly two o'clock. Come in at lunchtime tomorrow. And don't worry about this other stuff. I'll deal with that" she said. That wasn't like the boss from hell that I was used to and I was pathetically grateful that there would not be any disciplinary action forthcoming for tonight's events. There were still just our two cars parked in the car park as we locked the office and reset the alarms but the quiet of the night was broken by the sound of a car departing at speed down the High Street at the other side of the office. Was that the mystery person who had been following my every move and playing with the key ? "Who knows ?" answered Karen with a yawn. "We're not detectives are we ?"

[Debbifan]

Part Three

It took me over an hour to fall asleep as my mind insisted on replaying the excruciating events of the evening. I eventually did sleep fitfully, however, and when I awoke I saw that it was 11 30. I sat up with a jolt. Karen had said not to bother coming in to work until lunchtime but I did not want to push my luck. I grabbed my phone with the intention of texting her to say I was on my way but I saw that there was already a flurry of messages. The first was an email from Karen addressed to the team mailing list which read;


'It has come to my notice that one of the team has been subject to an attempted blackmail scam. We decided that the best way to deal with this would be to tackle the matter head on and so disarm this scammer. So, in order to nip this in the bud, if any of you are at all interested in seeing photos of Rob naked, you can do so by heading to this discord channel. You don't need an account to join, all you have to do is click the link below:

https://discord.gg/chq97EW.

I would hope that after those of you who want to have satisfied your curiosity, we can all get back down to work without any further interruption !'


The cow ! My blood ran cold. What had she done ? And she had worded it as if we had come to this decision together. We hadn't discussed this at all and there was no way that it was my preferred way out of the dilemma ! There were more messages. The next was from the now familiar anonymous account.

'Oh, very clever. Think you've spoiled my fun do you ? Well, tough. I did warn you that I'd send the link to those teenagers.'

I panicked further but before I could begin pleading with my mystery tormentor, I saw there were emoji laden and exclamation mark riddled messages from my neighbour's eldest 16 year old daughter.

'!!! OMG Rob !!! It's your willy !!!' Multiple stars and facepalm emojis.

Another message. 'OMG, these are so funny. I'm gonna show all my friends !!!'

And a third. 'Don't worry, won't tell mum !!' It was the smallest of small mercies that she didn't intend telling her mother. But what kind of damage limitation exercise could I come up with for them and at work ?

Sometimes when the very worst that is threatened happens, the reality turns out to be not quite so bad. Oddly, Karen's strategy for work appeared to be successful, whatever her motivation. There were some smirks and some laughter and teasing from the women along the lines of 'nice ass' or 'it looks more impressive hard'. A couple of the guys even remarked that they had read some of my ENF stories and found them amusing. Yes, I felt stupid and embarrassed, how could I not ? But after a couple of days, things seemed to quieten down apart from some screen savers that the girls in HR decided to use whenever I had occasion to install software on their machines !

The sender of the mystery emails and texts still proved elusive but in any case, whoever it was also seemed to disappear. After all, they had done almost all that they had threatened to do, so what more leverage did they have ?

I began to get used to the continued low level embarrassment at work and a little complacent until I found I had missed a call from my neighbour. This alarmed me and reminded me that there were still her daughters to deal with. We are not the kind of neighbours to be constantly phoning each other, so what did she want ? She had not found anything on the girls' phones had she ?

I bit the bullet and returned the call, much relieved to get a normal cheerful response and not an angry tirade. "Oh Rob, I just wanted to thank you for agreeing to help out the girls like that with their project."

"Um, sorry ?"

"You know, talking to them about the dangers of the internet and how to keep their data safe and so on."

"Oh that" I bluffed, as if I knew what she was talking about. "The girls already seem to have got a lot of kudos from their friends and they seem convinced that you'll help them come out on top with their end of term project" she continued. "Denise is going to call you again to arrange details." Denise hadn't called me at all thus far but I wasn't going to admit to that. "Glad to be of help" I muttered.

A couple of hours later, I got the call from the eldest daughter. "Hi Niecy" I began, using my long time pet name for Denise. "Look, I'm so sorry..."

"What, you're not going to help ?"

"No, no, I meant I'm so sorry for..."

"Oh, that's great, so you are going to help. See, we picked this project anyway from a list the teachers gave us. But then we happened to get, well, you know."

"Er, yeah, I know."

"So now all the girls have seen those photos of your willy and stuff and we all think that if someone so tech savvy and educated as you can make a mistake, how easy it is for anyone to fuck up. Oh sorry that's just how we talk, and how it'd be a great talk if you explained all that happened and so on. You will help won't you ?"

"Well, I'm not sure how appropriate that would..."

"'Cos I'd hate for mum ever to find those pics..."

"Of course, no. Happy to help your education."

"We can meet on Saturday at my friend Saffron's. Her parents are gonna be away. It'll just be my classmates apart from Lexie of course, she wouldn't be left out !" Lexie is the younger 14 year old daughter. "They're all dying to see you in person !"

How was I going to handle a gang of 16 year old girls ? I thought I'd better start by preparing a proper professional presentation for them, carefully omitting any visual aids of course !

[Debbifan]

Part Four

Denise bounded up to me just as I finished parking the car outside this girl Saffron's large detached house. "Rob, great you came !" She gave me a big hug which ordinarily I would have welcomed but which under these circumstances made me feel a little uncomfortable. I was led through by Saffron, who had also come out, into a spacious dining room where the table and chairs had been re-arranged to resemble a kind of classroom. There were four other girls from Denise's class, plus Lexie the younger daughter who also ran up for a hug. I was more surprised to see an older looking guy staying seated at the back with a sardonic grin on his face.

"This is my brother Michael. He's the responsible adult for the weekend with my parents away" Saffron explained. Noticing my dubious expression, Michael said "Don't worry. The girls are safe enough with me, I'm gay" he laughed. "He came out last year on his 21st" added Saffron proudly. Somehow, this did little to make me feel any more comfortable but I determined to press ahead with the professional presentation I had prepared, carefully avoiding the elephant in the room.

The elephant continued to sit quietly in a corner of the room while we completed the rituals of small talk and coffee. "So, you have this end of term project and want me to give a talk on internet safety ?" I reiterated. Much as I was reluctant to open any elephant enclosure, it was what the girls had pressured me into coming for after all. "Yeah, that'd be great" confirmed Denise.

I went through my prepared spiel. I warned the girls that accounts could be hacked. I warned them about peer pressure and against sending selfies to boys no matter how much they pleaded. I warned them about chat groups and how people's online identities did not always correspond to who they were in real life. I had to admit that the girls seemed underwhelmed when I finished but what was I to do ? Unfortunately, the elephant was about to burst free from its confines thanks to Saffron's gay brother Michael !

"Well, I guess that was all very worthy Rob but it was a bit vanilla wasn't it ?" he said. "What do you mean ?" I responded. He moved to the back of the room where I had not noticed he had set up an overhead projector. "I mean that the girls had been rather hoping that you were going to talk about this." With which he clicked and displayed on the blank wall behind me one of the photos from the Reveal Yourself Contest discord page !

The girls exploded into laughter. I had realized that they must all have seen the photos but being with them in the same room while one of them was displayed was something else altogether. Fortunately ( fortunately ?) he had selected one in which my prick was flaccid. "See, what they want to know is how you managed to fuck up so that these went online and eventually found their way here" continued Michael. "For their research project of course" he added, as the girls laughed again. How was I going to explain that ?

Well I guess the only way to explain it, as Michael continued to press me, was with the truth. Or a lightly modified version of the truth. "The first thing to remember is that this was during lockdown" I began. "We forget quickly but that was a weird time. Especially if you lived on your own and your only contact was someone wearing a mask behind a screen at a supermarket checkout or colleagues on an online conference call."

"Enough with the self justification already" interrupted Michael impatiently. "You were passing the time writing porn !"

"Erotic literature" I corrected him. "Yeah whatever, I read some of it. Not bad" Michael conceded. "But most of it was about this girl and I'm not into girls."

"Yeah, 90% about an embarrassed girl but occasionally with a guy on the receiving end." I wondered why the girls were all laughing again until I turned to see that Michael had flicked on to a different nude photo of me to display, this one not so flaccid !

"So this stripping and humiliation site ?" Michael pressed me. "Is maybe the reverse, with 90% being embarrassed guys" I replied. "And ?" Michael pressed me. I explained about the reveal yourself thread on the forum and the contest. "It was something to pass the time and have a little bit of contact during lockdown" I tried to excuse myself to the girls more than to Michael. "And you got carried away ?" Michael continued his interrogation. More laughter from the girls, another change of photo to a rear shot of my hanging balls.

"Was it exciting ?" Michael asked. I was loathe to admit that. "It was fun. And there was a bit of tension, about whether you would have to be exposed or not and did you want to be or not want to be, plus nerves as the counter rose and so on." I stopped, not wanting to explain any more. "And you won ? Or lost, depending on one's point of view ?" Michael persisted. "And these photos were posted ?" He switched to another erection shot. I tried not to look at the giggling girls.

"I know you're straight" Michael continued. "But surely you realize that virtually everyone who was looking at these was gay ? Hardly any women ?"

"Kind of" I admitted. "But as I said, this was a strange time and the whole thing was a kind of one or two week wonder that totally petered out. I forgot about it more or less."

"But the internet never forgets, which was your lesson for the girls here I believe ?" Michael laughed. "It was just your bad luck that Donald stumbled across them !"

"Who ?" I replied.

"Donald" repeated Michael. "I don't know any Donald" I responded. "No, I guess important office workers such as yourself don't take any notice of the lowly security staff" said Michael. "What ? Dopey Don ?" I blurted out. I hadn't coined the nickname for the company's security guard but have to admit that I had happily fallen in with the common usage of it. "Not so dopey though as it turned out was he ?" answered Michael. "He was scanning the net for gay content and I guess it was serendipity that his wanderings took him to that forum topic and of course he clicked on the discord link. And after discovering what was on there, it was simple for him to reel you in !"

"I didn't know he was gay ?" was the only immediate response I could offer. "Not all gays are camp and flamboyant" laughed the mildly camp Michael. "You've got a lot to learn" he added ominously. "Now girls, what do you say to a team photo ?" Michael changed the topic abruptly. The girls eagerly gathered around me and Michael took a photo with my neighbour's two daughters either side, kissing me on the cheek and the other girls all smiling broadly and making peace signs. He made sure to place us in front of the screen he had set up still displaying a photo of me fully exposed. I cringed when he showed me the result, something else that I had to worry about circulating.

I was trying to plan my exit strategy for this evening when Michael's sister Saffron piped up. "Mikey, I was thinking. Your slide show is very nice but we all have these photos anyway. Don't you think that 'Good Old Rob' should show us the goods in real life ?" The other girls began to laugh and voice their enthusiastic agreement. Needless to say, Michael was only too happy to go along with his sister's suggestion. Needless to say, I voiced my objections. Needless to say, Michael whispered veiled blackmail threats about the consequences of not complying.

Thus it was that I found myself surrounded by the girls once more for a team photo but this time it was one in which I was completely naked ! And one in which my body betrayed me and a burgeoning erection made it hard to claim that it was all done with the greatest reluctance on my part. Niecy and Lexie were once more either side of me and kissing me on the cheek as Saffron boldly grabbed hold of my prick, in the process inadvertently sliding back the foreskin. "We've got dressed and undressed versions !" Lexie squealed delightedly. Thankfully, Michael somewhat surprisingly came to my rescue after a couple of the other classmates had also posed with me individually. He called proceedings to an end and the girls all disappeared into Saffron's bedroom giggling and comparing photos on their phones.

"Well, that was fun wasn't it ?" Michael clapped his hands as I disconsolately dressed again. I didn't deem that worthy of a reply and so he continued. " Don't worry about the girls. They've kept things on a pretty tight circulation so far. But Don's still a bit miffed that his fun was cut short by that boss of yours letting the cat out of the bag. So he's arranging a photography evening with some of his chums from the local underground scene and guess who's going to be the model ?" Michael laughed to see the look on my face. "And I'm sure I don't need to remind you about what might happen if you don't comply ?"

[Stirk]

I really loved the first 3 parts of your story. I'm more of a CFNM guy so I can't say I enjoyed the latest part, but that's just me. Keep up the good work!

[Debbifan]

I really loved the first 3 parts of your story. I'm more of a CFNM guy so I can't say I enjoyed the latest part, but that's just me. Keep up the good work!

Glad you're enjoying it. The first part of the next chapter focuses briefly on the modelling session but quickly moves back to CFNM and the forthcoming chapters after that will be CFNM all the way.

[Debbifan]

Part Five

Why did Don have to select the Nag’s head as the venue for this photography thing ? I don’t really have a local as such but the nearest I do have to such a thing is the Nag’s Head. “The usual Rob ?” the barmaid greeted me as I entered. “Not just yet Angie. Is there some meeting in the function room upstairs ?” I replied. “Didn’t think you were that way inclined Rob” Angie grinned. I looked deliberately puzzled. “You know, the gay scene” Angie explained. “Oh, is that what it is ? No, no. I’m just here to help them with some IT problem this guy Don said they had. He works at my place” I bluffed. “Well, better watch your back” Angie laughed, as she directed me to a side door where stairs led to the function room.

I had been avoiding Don at work since I discovered the identity of the person behind the mystery email, though he had found the opportunity to drop remarks about how he was looking forward to ‘seeing me’ on Thursday. But now he was in his element as I arrived in the room. There were eight guys there in total but I was relieved to see that I did not know any of them apart from Don and Michael, the brother of Denise’s classmate. They all seemed highly entertained by the fact that their model for the evening was a reluctant straight guy.

“Anyway, no need to delay. Get your clothes off, all of them” Don emphasized. “You won’t be needing them for a while. And since you might have trouble getting it up in front of a bunch of us gays, you’d better take these.” He handed me a couple of blue pills. “Imagine it’s that sexy barmaid downstairs looking at you or something if you need stimulating” he laughed.

To call the next hour embarrassing would be an enormous understatement. I was straight, why did I have such a powerful and prolonged erection ? Those bloody blue pills Donald had insisted that I take. And I guess something inside me was responding to the fact that I was stark naked with a bunch of fully clothed guys who I knew were getting immense pleasure out of my predicament and were delighting in posing me in whatever extreme position they wanted.

I didn't want to think about what use they might make of the photos that they were taking later in private. But for now, they seemed to be simply taking a sadistic pleasure in my discomfort and treating the whole thing with great hilarity, no doubt helped by the beer they were consuming.

I had been compliant with the poses that they were demanding, however extreme. But I finally balked when Donald suggested some bondage shots. Michael none too subtly reminded me of the blackmail material he possessed from the evening with the girls, however. And so it was that I found myself on my back on a table with my four limbs tied to the four legs and still sporting a raging erection as a result of those pills. While I was in this position, Donald thought it funny to fit me with a ball gag.

Before they began taking more photos, one of the guys I did not know announced that they were running low on beer. "OK, I'll buzz down to Angie to bring us up some refills on a tray" Michael agreed. "Nggg" I uttered through the ball gag which was supposed to be 'no' but which was in any case only received by amused laughter from the guys.

I'd performed some mental gymnastics to cope with the intense embarrassment of being subjected to this humiliating photo shoot by Donald , Michael and their gay pals. But now I had to try and come to terms with a further escalation of potentially being exposed to the pretty young barmaid that I liked to indulge in some harmless flirting with. And since they had just stuck this ball gag in my mouth, I couldn't even try to argue my way out of the situation and could only lie there and await my fate, tied spreadeagled to the table with a never ending erection !

"Blimey, I nearly dropped the tray" said Angie, as she entered the room carrying a large tray of beers for the photographers. "Looks like they've got you just where they want you Rob" she continued before breaking out into uncontrollable laughter. "Nng, nng, nng" was my incoherent response. "Well at least I can see that you're pleased to see me" she winked. "Nice cock !"

"Do you want a pic with our model ?" asked Michael. "Why not ?" answered Angie. I mumbled more protests and bucked against the binds a little but there was nothing that I could do as firstly Angie posed alongside me grinning and flashing peace signs and then when she bent down with her head a few inches away from my cock, tongue out as if preparing to lick it. "We'll send you copies" offered Donald. "You could stick them up behind the bar !" suggested Michael. " I don't think the landlord would agree to that but we might get away with it in the staff room" Angie laughed.

"What's it like downstairs ?" Michael asked. "Getting busy" Angie replied. "We've got a hen party in tonight." A big grin began to envelop her face. "Hey, can I bring them up here ? They'd love that, as far as I know they haven't organized any stripper." Donald laughed. "Sure, why not, the more the merrier, we were kind of winding down anyway !"

My mind was in a whirl. While I waited for Angie's imminent return, my mind played through various scenarios about being exposed in such an extreme position to a bunch of alcohol fuelled women that I didn't know. Donald and co had already had their fun with the photo session and seemed most amused about the turn the evening had taken. "Ur, ur, ur, ur, ur" I said, which meant untie me and take this gag out but for some reason Donald did not understand, or if he did, chose to take no notice.

I heard the pounding of footsteps coming up the stairs accompanied by raucous female laughter. I had been thinking what it was going to be like to be seen spreadeagled naked with a constant chemically induced erection by a bunch of strange women. What I had not taken into consideration was that it was going to be a crowd of women who knew me ! But that was the case as I lifted my head to see who it was bursting through the door.

[nebnyc]

Great new story on the site!
I have no problem with Donald & Micheal’s involvement. The more the merrier as far as Rob’s exposure goes. Looking forward to the next chapters!

[Debbifan]

Part 6

As I lay there awaiting my fate, it turned out that the invading army of girls in the hen party all worked at the nearest branch of the retail giants I worked for and they all knew me from when I frequently went there to install software updates. They had been told by Angie what to expect but hadn't known who the sacrificial lamb was to be. Donald did not help the situation when his only explanation to the question of what was going on was to say that I just liked showing off. My shaking head and muffled protestations were just met with further hilarity.

"Can we take photos ?" asked Christine, one of the women I actually worked with in the store and who I'd thought might be a bit more sympathetic but who had already had more than enough drinks that night. "Absolutely, we all have" laughed Donald. The girls crowded round the table on which I was tied for group and individual shots and the bride to be was encouraged to grasp hold of my erect cock, which she did with gusto.

"Can we untie him and take that gag off ? We can have more fun if he's moving around" one of the girls wondered. "For sure, if that's what you want ladies" agreed Michael, who assisted in untying the knots.

At least this eased the numbness that was starting to creep into my limbs and I did feel slightly less vulnerable when freed from the bonds. But I could not make a break for freedom while stark naked and surrounded as I was by the girls, my chances of making it to my clothes and getting dressed were minimal. I eased myself up from the table and could only wait to find out what was next on their agenda !

The frenzied and slightly out of control women began to chant; 'lap dance, lap dance, lap dance'. The bride to be looked suitably embarrassed but not half as embarrassed as I was. A chair was planted in the middle of the room and the poor girl placed upon it. "Come on Rob, make her night"...."Has anyone got any music ?" The comments kept coming. One of the girls began to play some generic techno that I did not recognize on her smart phone. I just stood around awkwardly until I received a sharp whack on the ass. "Come on, let's see your moves !"

Donald and his gang were now taking a back seat, enjoying their beers and laughing at my predicament. To say my choreography needed working on would be an understatement. I've never been a great mover and I fear that my efforts here resembled the dreaded 'dad dancing'. But of course I was doing it stark naked and still with a full erection as a result of the pills Donald had forced upon me. Not to mention the sexual context in which I was operating.

Encouraged by the cat calls from the drunken girls, I did my best to perform some sort of bump and grind for the girl seated on the chair. I tried to channel some sort of inner Elvis by thrusting my groin at her and shaking my hips. The hilarity grew. They did not seem to mind the amateurish nature of my performance. "Better take him in hand Kayleigh" one of the women called !

I jumped back as Kayleigh, the bride to be, made a lunge to grab for my erect cock. "Ooh, he's not being co-operative girls. I reckon that needs punishing" called the ring leader of the posse. "Spanking" yelled another and they began to chant as they surrounded me. There was little I could do as my arms were grabbed and I was forced face forward over Kayleigh's lap.

The hitherto shy and embarrassed focus of the hen party suddenly became emboldened and, not content with me being splayed across her lap, she opened her legs forcing my right leg in between and then clamping them shut. My left leg remained where it was but they were now pushed apart so that she had free access to grab my cock and balls with one hand, while starting to spank with the other !

The laughter level was now reaching a hysterical crescendo and thoughts formed in my mind of the view I must be presenting to the women taking photographs and filming behind me. That was before any other thoughts were overtaken by the pain in my ass and by what Kayleigh was doing to my cock with her other hand !

Kayleigh's spanks became more and more spasmodic as she moved her concentration onto massaging my cock and balls. With encouragement from the other women, the objective seemed to be to make me come. However, as well as keeping me hard for an inordinate length of time, the pills that Donald had plied me with were also prolonging my ability to hold out. I was saved from finding out exactly how long I could withstand Kayleigh's administrations by Angie the barmaid, who appeared to announce that the specially baked cake with a sculpted phallus on top had just arrived downstairs in the bar.

I was unceremoniously pushed off of Kayleigh's lap and onto the floor. It was only at this point that I noticed that Donald, Michael and the others from the photo club had left. I could get dressed and go home ! But when I looked over at the chair on which my clothes had been dumped, I saw to my horror that they were gone. "Hey, what happened to my clothes ?" I cried out. Some of the women began to laugh. "I think I saw one of those guys carrying a bundle of old clothes when they left" one of them announced. "Don't worry love, it looks like they've left your wallet and keys behind" said another.

Suddenly, I was once more surrounded by the hen party pack. "Come on darling, we'll escort you downstairs" they yelled hysterically. "If that's ok with you Ange ?" one of them asked Angie. "Nothing to do with me" the barmaid replied, shrugging her shoulders and laughing. There was nothing I could do as I was grabbed and manhandled towards the door !

I could only hope that my appearance downstairs in the bar surrounded by the excited hen party was as much of a blur to those present as it was to me, as they hustled me through the crowded room and out into the car park. It was some relief that they appeared to be finished with me for the evening and they handed me my keys and wallet, accompanied by a few more slaps and gropes.

I was pleased enough to be in the relative safety of my car for the time being but I still had the problem of driving home naked and then getting back inside my house. I was helped by the fact that the late summer sun had started to set and it was dusk. It was only a five minute drive with only one set of traffic lights to negotiate and fate seemed to be with me as I got a green light when I approached those.

My false sense of security was revealed however when I pulled into my driveway. Standing waiting for me outside my front door were the two daughters from next door, Denise and Lexie. What to do ? I couldn't stay in the car all night. Denise walked over to the car and I wound down the window. "Er, hello girls" I said awkwardly. "Rob" squealed Denise, looking down at my crotch. "Michael texted us and said we would get a good laugh if we waited outside here for you to come home." "Yeah, a barrel of laughs that Michael" I replied sourly.

Oh what the hell, they'd seen everything before anyway and could keep looking in at me in the car as long as they wanted also. "Look, can you shield me while I walk up to the door ? I don't want any other neighbours to see." The two girls stood either side of me as I got out of the car and the three of us hurriedly scurried to the front door. "Thanks a lot girls" I said as I grabbed my door key. "Aren't you going to ask us in for a coffee ?" asked Denise. "Look, it's not a good idea Niecy" I tried to reason. "Or should we call mum and dad ?" suggested Lexie, taking out her phone. "Ok, oh well, shit" I cried as I opened the door and we went inside !

"Do you really want coffee ?" I asked the girls once we were safely indoors and out of sight. I felt disconcerted and vulnerable for all sorts of reasons to be there naked in my own home with the two teenage girls from next door. "Not particularly" laughed Denise. "Too late in the day for caffeine." "Well what do you want then ?" I asked exasperated. "Why all the aggression ?" said a smiling Denise. "Yeah, you're not being the usual friendly 'Uncle Rob' " agreed Lexie. "Well I'm not usually standing in front of you stark bollock naked am I ?" I complained. The girls laughed. "No, maybe not. But it's very nice" teased Lexie. The younger of the two sisters was becoming more forward.

I had been standing there on full display. Should I cover my groin ? There didn't seem much point now. "Look, I'm going to go and put some clothes on" I said, finally coming to my senses. "Oh no, don't bother on our account" insisted Denise. "And really, we're not stopping anyway but we have something to ask you."

"What's that then ?" I asked. "Well" Lexie began. "It's for mum." "Your mother ?" "Yeah. She's trying to become chairwoman of the local Women's Institute and she needs a coup. They have an art group and wanted to do life drawing but nobody knew how to go about getting a nude model. We suggested that she ask you but she said oh no, she could never do that. So we're asking for her, You will do it won't you ?"

"But your mother ? I couldn't do that" was my immediate reaction. "Oh come on" said Denise. "We've all seen that discord page where your pics are. Well, mum hasn't but she always could" she added significantly. "Or she could see the photos Michael sent us from tonight." Denise could see that I was wavering. "Or photos like this" laughed Lexie as she bounded up and put her arms around me and kissed my cheek while Denise quickly took a photo. "No, stop that Lexie" I cried. The erection that had lasted all evening had finally subsided on the drive home but my flaccid member began to respond again and became a semi. "Part of you looks like it doesn't want her to stop" laughed Denise. "Alright, alright, I'll do it" I surrendered. "Great" said Denise. "Mum'll be ever so grateful !"

[tim409]

I love how he is getting totally exposed to more and more girls and women and how they are grabbing his cock and balls. I also like how they are all using terms like prick, cock, balls etc. but I do not remember any inappropriate terms for female anatomy.

Hoping he has to get naked in front of a lot more girls and girls that are younger and younger, all without his seeing any of them unclothed.