Forced to Wank - Next Day at the Office - Part Five
The man returned to the meeting room and unlocked the door, switching the light back on so our bodies were more clearly reflected in the glass against the overcast sky outside. "You two made a pretty pair standing in the window with your bits on view," he laughed, "and now they are even more visible!" I couldn't help checking Andy's reflection out as he stood next to me, comparing his slim smooth body with my hairier, more manly torso. He more than compensated in the cock department, with his plump flaccid penis, though it was hard to tell as I was still wanking my cock to keep it erect as the man had ordered.
"Now I think you should go and fetch your clothes before that rugby team destroy them" he said, and my heart sank as I saw a group of lads heading towards the pitch. "Go now," the man said, and opened the meeting room door.
Andy and I now had our naked bodies exposed to the view of anyone walking along the corridor, so we scurried out and down the stairwell directly to the left of the meeting room, our hearts thumping in our chests as we bounded down the stairs and out the fire exit door, the concrete steps cold under our bare feet.
The chill and the damp mist hit our bodies as we left the building. And a realisation also struck me. We were now naked, outside in broad daylight, where anyone who overlooked the playing field could see us from their window.
I felt very exposed and stopped trying to maintain my erection. Instead, I cupped my cock and balls with my hand and ran to collect my clothes. Looking across at Andy, he was doing the same thing, the muscles in his upper legs and buttocks flexing as he ran, his hand slipping occasionally to reveal glimpses of his bushy pubes and shaft.
We were both running to collect our trousers, which seemed to be at the far end of the pitch, but the rugby team spotted them first, and shouted at us "Oi, streakers, come and get your clothes". They rolled our clothes into a bundle and started passing them from one player to the next as if they were passing a rugby ball.
They were only a sixth form team, but we were run ragged as we tried to intercept their passes to get our clothes back. We tried tackling them but just ended up sprawled in the wet grass covered in mud. Our bodies were streaked with mud, caking our chests and matting in our pubes and amongst the hairs on our legs.
They just found it a huge laugh, watching these grown men sprinting around naked, outwitting us with their speed and skill.
After a time of this, Andy and I found ourselves slumped on the turf near each other, exhausted, and started pleading with the kids to give us our clothes back. A number of them wandered over to us.
"What's it worth?" they said.
"Whatever you want" I quickly replied, knowing we didn't have anything to bargain with, and not wanting Andy to start remonstrating with them, which would only piss them off.
Luckily they didn't seem too corrupted, and started off telling us to do star jumps, so they could laugh at ordering two older guys around, seeing our dicks bobbing around. They then told us to do press-ups, so they could see our dicks flopping against the cold wet grass, and then got us doing sit- ups, with our bodies exposed on the ground, and our backs being smeared with mud.
Then one of them, Daniel I think his name was from their calls to one another, piped up "Now stand up and face each other. The first one to cum on the other will get their clothes back". My stomach lurched once more. Naked and surrounded by a bunch of 18 year olds in their rugby kit, I was going to have to show them how I wanked. But I immediately started rubbing my hand up and down my cock - this was not a task I wanted to lose. Andy started to argue back, but seeing that I was just getting on with it he too grabbed his cock and started wanking.
We could overhear the lads as they said "I can't believe they're doing it", "What a couple of pervs", "Oh my God you've got them to wank off" and other similar phrases. I could tell from the tented shorts of some of the boys that watching us was really turning them on, but it didn't stop us both as we jerked our cocks in our hands.
Andy didn't have a chance. He had already cum a couple of times that day whereas I had been perpetually on edge, ready to cum at any instant. I thought of how humiliating my situation was, standing naked in front of a group of sixth formers, covered in mud and wanking my cock while their eyes roamed up and down my naked body, seeing my hairy chest and erect nipples, and my muscular legs tensing as I wanked. These thoughts started to turn me on further.
And then I worked my throbbing cock back and forth in my hand, and I felt the point of no return, in front of these kids, and started blasting jet after jet of sperm onto Andy. It hit him on his hand and splattered his midriff and pubes before dripping down his legs.
He let go of his cock and it started wilting, acknowledging his defeat.
"Fuck, what a load of cum" Daniel said, "Now rub it in". So Andy started smearing my cum over his body, where it mingled with the mud. He looked downcast at this latest turn of events.
The boys then gathered closer around us. "They look very dirty" said Daniel, their perverted ringleader to his teammates, "Let's clean them up". And with that, one after the other, they fished their cocks out from their rugby shorts. I looked round at all the penises now on show, some still in a state of engorgement from their excitement at having watched us both wanking and me cumming over Andy. With some of them, where they had pulled down their waistbands, you could see their pubes on display. There were a whole mix - cut and uncut, big and small, skinned back or with the skin still over the head, as they started spraying their piss over the pair of us.
We just stood there, feeling the golden shower rain down on our bodies, hitting our chest and running down over our penises into our pubic hair and then down our legs. "At least it is warm" I tried to console myself at this humiliation, trying to ignore the stench, the degrading nature of the scene, and the boys commenting that we were a pair of dirty bastards.
"Now hug each other" Daniel said as their piss stopped flowing and they flopped their cocks back inside their shorts. So, reluctantly, Andy and I embraced in front of them, our bodies slippery and wet from the piss that had drenched us. I felt his muscular back and taut chest as I wrapped my arms around him, our penises bumping against each other. I could smell the piss, sweat, and cum on him. He refused to look me in the eye.
"Right, here are your clothes" said Daniel to me "You can keep whatever you put on in one minute", and he threw them on the ground. I hastily grabbed some trousers and my shirt, my legs flailing as I tried to step into the trousers before putting my arms into the shirt and grabbing a suit jacket. As the time hadn't run out, I put on the second pair of trousers and the second suit jacket, leaving only two halves of a shirt, a pair of boxers that had also been cut down the sides, and my Calvin Kleins which I hadn't thought I'd have time to put on.
Andy looked on in horror. He was still naked, and the clothes remaining wouldn't enable him to dress half-decently. "Please don't leave me like this" he begged, as I started running back towards the building.
How would this turn out?
This is the continuation of my first story - Forced to Wank on the Overnight Train. I would welcome any comments or suggestions. It turns me on to know if you have been wanking to this story. Please let me know where you think I should take the story, and what should happen to the characters?
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Thanks to all those who wrote in response to the first parts - I have tried to take some of the ideas on board.
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