Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment only. The author does not condone anything herein; practice sex safely and legally. Any resemblances to real people, places and events (past, present or future) is unintentional.
Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist Chapter Fourteen: Supermarket Streak
FRIDAY 19TH NOVEMBER 2021
"I think he looks down on me," Mateo said worriedly.
"That's because he's taller than you," Noah said unhelpfully.
The others laughed but they were sympathetic to Matty's plight.
Noah was back in his school uniform – although he practiced nudism throughout the school day, he always got dressed again for the Drama Club. More and more boys in the club knew about his nudism and Noah could foresee a time when Mr Cooke finagled an excuse for Noah to be a nudist in the club too.
"He's shy and a loner," Amos said gently. "It's nothing personal, Matty... Kevin is distant with everyone."
"But I'm not everyone. I'm me," Mateo complained.
<<That's probably the problem.>>
Herman was being mean today and Ronan wasn't in the mood. Admittedly, Ronan wasn't in the mood for listening to Matty mope over Kevin either but then he felt like a bad friend for feeling that way.
"Why don't you try talking to him?" Toby said.
"I did. I do... I get scared and he looks at me like I'm crazy," Mateo responded.
"You are crazy," said Noah.
And Toby.
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And Herman.
Amos swatted camply at Toby who took Amos's hand and held it in his own. Mateo held up the middle finger to them all. Ronan groaned and pressed his palms into his eye sockets, trying to rub away the headache and the voice inside his head.
"Are you ok?" Amos asked.
Amos was a very kind, sweet, observant, compassionate and thoughtful boy. However, the more time he spent with the group, the more Noah felt like he tried too hard. Noah's feelings about Amos mirrored Ronan's towards Matty whinging about Kevin – he like a bad person for resenting Amos's niceness.
The boys didn't have as much time outside of school as the used to – they all took their final year of school very seriously so they spent most time together in school. Also, also after school in the case of the Drama Club.
Amos attended Barons Edge Comprehensive but as part of the Maths, Physics and Chemistry exchange, spent one day a month at Five Dukes Boys School. Noah and the boys from Five Dukes spent one day a month at the Comprehensive. Two school days a month with Amos was quite enough.
Again, Noah felt bad.
"I'm fine," Ronan replied.
<<I'm Fine. Who else is fine? I'm Fine. I'm totally fine. Really, I'm fine!>>
The voice was a reasonable impressionist and Ronan wasn't sure how or why. Was Herman really good at impersonation or did Ronan's brain manufacture a new voice? Ronan didn't understand his own mind.
"Really? You know, Ronan, you've not really talked about your Schizophrenia since you told us," Amos pointed out.
<<He doesn't want to talk about it, you stupid girl!>>
Ronan hated Herman for the casual transphobia. Sometimes the guys asked what Herman was saying but there were certain things he could never repeat. That was one of them. Ronan's biggest fear was the Herman represented some inner voice, an articulation of his own thoughts and Ronan didn't like to think he could be so cruel.
"You don't need to talk if you don't want to though," Noah interjected.
Noah wasn't sure if he was helping Ronan run away from his problem or was supporting him in managing it how he wanted. Either way, Noah didn't want Amos thinking his way (talking) was the only way.
"Amos and Noah are right," Toby said diplomatically. "You can talk to us any time and we want to give you chances to do that but we don't want you to feel pressured to talk."
Noah looked at Toby and wondered if he knew he was bridging a gulf between him and Amos.
"It's hard to talk about it. It's hard to figure out what's going on for myself never mind explain it to other people," Ronan replied.
Amos sympathetically put a hand on Ronan's.
<<Amos has soft hands. Quick, put your dick in it!>>
"Herman was just being a jerk and he gives me a headache sometimes," Ronan eventually offered to try and pacify the expectant expressions.
<<Have you ever noticed that the music for Star Trek 2009 and Doctor Strange are literally the same?>>
Ronan actually smiled – the non sequitur distracting him. He pulled his hand away from Amos and leaned back in his chair.
"Weren't we supposed to be discussing something?" Toby reminded them.
Mr Cooke had divided the boys into teams and they were to invent a character for the other groups to speculate about. The premise was to see how effectively the group could convey ideas about a character that the other groups knew nothing about.
Noah, Matty, Ronan, Toby and Amos were in a group together. They hadn't discussed who was going to be the lead actor but Noah guess it was going to be him.
"We were discussing my problems getting Kevin to notice me," Matty reminded them.
Kevin was in a group with the twins Bill and Ben, Morys (Amos's friend and Noah's love/ lust interest) and Jonah (Mr Cooke's son).
Dural and Jasper were already confident actors and were among the most competent in the whole club. They were joined by the athletic lads Mekonnen and Colt but also Eric. Eric was from the Barons Edge Comprehensive a total dick.
The remaining group had... other people in it...
"That's a good idea, Matty," Noah realised.
"What is?" he replied.
"We could base a character on you. It's your favourite subject for one thing," Noah joked.
"Ha ha!" Matty responded sarcastically.
"We could make a character who has a..." Noah stopped himself using the adjective "hopeless" just in time, "major crush on someone. We could portray that, right?"
"That's a great idea Noah," Amos agreed.
"Sounds farfetched to me," Mateo muttered peevishly but then smiled in appreciation of the mockery even if it was at his expense.
Half an hour later, the groups were taking turns to portray their characters. Some groups had only one actor but most used several to support the lead character. Mekonnen and Colt gamely tackled toxic masculinity in sport while Jasper portrayed depression.
The observing groups were encouraged to pay attention to the short performances, keep notes and then they discussed what each group inferred from the performance. Mr Cooke had just finished giving feedback to Jasper when the next group took to the stage and Noah's attention became absolute.
"Whoa!" said Mateo.
<<Hubba hubba!>>
Noah expressed his interest in silence.
On stage was Morys and he was dressed exclusively in form-fitting boxer briefs. Morys had a smoking hot physique which didn't surprise Noah but he was surprised that Morys had stripped off so readily. His skin was brown – despite the Welsh first name, he was mixed race – and his hair was long enough to bundle into a knot at the top of his head.
Apart from anything else, that was kind of Noah's wheelhouse.
Morys, to his credit, was a talented young actor. Over the course of five or six minutes, he portrayed a character overcome by feelings of bodily dissatisfaction and dysmorphia. Most impressive was the fact that Morys had nothing to be unhappy about regarding his looks but he depicted the anxiety and pressure young people feel to look good and the inability to see oneself as other see them.
Perhaps the performance about bodily insecurity was all the more powerful because Morys had nothing to be insecure about. Mental health could be like that.
Despite the seriousness of the portrayal, Noah could tell Morys enjoyed strutting the stage in his underpants. Morys had a scatter of short chest hairs, his skin was bronze, his muscles were like steel cables, his legs were wispy and his navel looked like it should be filled by Noah's tongue.
Noah could tell Morys liked being looked at and showing off his body – it took one to know one. Though Noah could also tell Morys was glad to have stopped at the boxers.
"What inspired the character, Morys?" Amos asked.
"Our group felt like men's magazines give unrealistic goals and expectations," Morys replied. "We took a lot of inspiration from them. Also... Noah kind of inspired it."
Every eye turned to Noah.
Not everyone in the Drama Club knew Noah was a nudist though by now almost all were aware.
"Noah inspired it?" Mr Cooke asked casually. "For those who are not aware, Noah is a nudist. What was it about Noah's nudity that inspired you, Morys?"
"I know you and the boys from this school have seen Noah naked, sir," Morys replied – a subtle rebuke to the man who liked boys. "From what I've heard, Noah is very confident. Confident in a way that is uncommon but healthy. Noah shows people how to be comfortable however they look."
Noah had never really considered that he might have a positive impact on people's feelings about how their bodies look. He wasn't sure if Morys was being sincere or taking the piss (or somewhere in between) but he liked the thought. Noah especially liked the fact that Morys, a fellow seventeen-year-old schoolboy, remained on stage in his boxer briefs with a plump bump in the front of them as he answered questions.
"Noah, your group is next anyway... why don't you join Morys on stage?" Mr Cooke suggested.
Noah was barely on stage when a heckler set the stage, pun intended, for what would happen next.
"Take it off! Take it off!" someone shouted jokingly.
It was a joke too – from one of the Dukesbank High School boys who didn't know Noah, hadn't known about his nudism and wasn't aware his nudism was widely embraced at home and in school.
"Morys, if Noah were naked, do you think it would inspire a different character response?" Mr Cooke asked.
A wolf whistle called out.
"I guess it would," Morys replied.
Morys grinned at Noah. Noah and Morys were facing each other, with the audience to Noah's left, and the grin brought Noah's eyes down to Morys's bulge. It was a bigger than when Noah had been looking up at the stage but he was closer to the boy.
"Noah, would you like to help Morys?" Mr Cooke asked.
"Sure," Noah replied. "What do you want me to do, Mr Cooke?"
Noah asked the question carefully but explicitly – he wanted to make the man say it in front of all the boys in the club.
"Remove as much of your uniform as you're comfortable with, Noah," Mr Cooke said smoothly.
Noah was aware of everyone watching. Most of the boys watching knew he was a nudist and had seen him naked but it still felt different. He was on a stage and stripping! There were boys from schools throughout the country here – some had never seen him naked and who would they tell once they saw him?
Noah wasted no time in removing his shoes and socks, his shirt and tie and then dropping his trousers. Once Noah was wearing only his briefs – small boys briefs – there was much more interest in what happened next. Morys had been on stage in just his underwear for his performance and the Q&A afterwards... would Noah really strip nude?
Noah slipped his briefs down his silky, skinny legs and exposed his ass and penis to the Drama Club.
"I can't believe he did that."
"I don't wanna see that!"
"Speak for yourself."
"That's hilarious."
"Noah?" Mr Cooke said.
Noah had only presented himself in profile but in repose to the teacher's call, he turned to expose himself full-frontally. Mr Cooke looked at his watch and sighed.
"I'm afraid we're out of time for today," Mr Cooke said.
Mr Cooke grinned wickedly – he must have known they were very close to the end of their time. Mr Cooke was likely proud of himself - enough time to pointlessly expose Noah at the Drama Club but not enough time for the purported performance with Morys.
"Maybe we should pick this up next week? We can discuss body confidence in the performing arts and whether nudity in acting is socially or societally acceptable?" Mr Cooke spoke like a responsible adult.
Rather than a disgusting teacher who liked looking at naked teenage boys.
As everyone moved to leave the club, Noah was left with disinterest in his exposed penis – except for the boys who hadn't seen it before. They were still agog that Noah had whipped his dick out at an after-school Drama Club.
Unfortunately, there was also no time for Noah's loving caricature of Mateo. He was sure the puppy love, smitten, portrayal would have gotten a laugh or two even from Matty himself.
Noah started picking up his clothes when he noticed Morys looking at him.
"I love seeing a boy's clothes scattered around a room," Morys said.
Noah chuckled and pulled his briefs on.
"Mr Cooke is going to want to see more of us together," Morys whispered.
"More of us... together?" Noah said meaningfully.
"You must have noticed he likes looking at boys?" Morys replied.
"Do you like him looking?" Noah asked seriously.
"I love it," Morys confessed. "But I don't get naked! Maybe at the next Drama Club we can see what we can get away with?"
Noah looked at the bulge in Morys's boxer briefs again – the lump was much bigger.
"Maybe," Noah said ambiguously but to both their ears it sounded like "Definitely."
There was something interesting and different about Morys. He had a good body which was very much Noah's type and a sweet personality, again Noah's type, and his voice was light and cute. Noah would have reflected more on what it was about Morys that he liked so much but Matty was demanding a lot of attention.
"Noah, are you listening to me?" Mateo demanded.
<<Noah, are you listening to me.>>
Herman whined his impersonation of Matty – it was annoying but so was Matty's explosive enthusiasm about he who must always be talked about.
"Yes, Matty, I'm listening," Noah replied.
"Kevin actually spoke to me and I asked him if he wanted to hang out sometime and you know what he said?" Mateo asked rhetorically because he was going to tell them regardless.
While Noah had put his clothes back on, Mateo had hunted Kevin down and forced a conversation. Matty had been telling everyone about it since he had re-joined the group.
"Did he say: I'm sorry, who are you again?" Noah replied.
Toby laughed and Amos tried not to laugh. Samir grinned and Ronan wore a pleasant but detached grin. Mateo was too excited to absorb the sarcasm.
"No. He said... yea, I guess, maybe," Mateo reported the words verbatim. "I mean, it's not a no so I'd say that's a result!"
"We're happy for you, Mateo," Amos told him.
Amos felt obliged to say something because no-one else had filled the expectant pause. The truth was Noah didn't want Mateo to get his feelings hurt. Noah only knew Kevin as the sullen and withdrawn boy they saw once or twice a month. They didn't even know if he was gay or not. Noah knew Mateo would still want to be Kevin's friend whatever the lads sexuality but Noah himself just hadn't seen what Mateo did.
They had all left the school together but loitered at the school gates while they said their goodbyes.
"So, Noah... can you go anywhere without getting naked?" Samir asked.
<<An old people's home?>>
His question was both sincere and sarcastic.
"Fewer and fewer places by the day," Noah confessed.
<<The check in desk at an airport?>>
"And you're ok with that?" Amos asked gently.
"Yea. I'm good with it," Noah replied.
<<The number 69 bus?>>
Ronan listened to the list of places Herman most wanted to see Noah naked so he nearly missed everyone saying goodbye.
"Ronan?" Noah gave him a shake.
"Oh... sorry... I was miles away," Ronan replied.
Toby and Amos were holding hands and chatting as they set off towards Toby's and Sam looked back to offer a wave after crossing the road. Only Ronan, Mateo and Noah remained.
"Were you listening to the other guy?" Matty asked.
Even Mateo watched with uncharacteristic seriousness because Ronan really never talked about Herman and the things he said.
"Maybe a little," Ronan admitted.
"How do you cope with that? It must be really tough," Matty said softly.
"It used to be worse and a lot harder to cope with," Ronan confessed.
"So, what changed?" Matty asked keenly.
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"Therapy," Ronan admitted. "Coming up with strategies that work for me to help me concentrate or destress."
<<You can't just put me in a box!>>
"Does that help?" Mateo asked interestedly.
"Sometimes," Ronan said but he was having a bad day – distracted and tense.
"That's cool. I don't know how it works but maybe someday you could write down the things Herman says so other people can understand the kind of things you're going through?" Matty suggested without sounding pushy. "Like when Jess Thom wrote Welcome to Biscuitland about her experience with Tourette's."
Noah liked the thoughtful, friendly and effortless way Mateo suggested it. Noah couldn't help but compare Mateo's graceful approach to Amos's heavy handedness. Noah again felt guilty for resenting Amos for being too nice – did he have an unconscious bias? Noah wasn't ready to examine why he was being so critical of Amos... could it be that Noah thought Amos was being a more supportive friend than he had been?
"Ok, see you guys later," Mateo said as he wandered off. "I'm going to go fantasise about Kevin."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Noah asked Ronan once they were alone. "About Herman, I mean. I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one not saying: come and talk to me."
<<He's jealous that everyone else is a better friend than him.>>
Ronan's brow knotted, slightly confused.
<<You've got a friend in me, When the road looks rough ahead, And you're miles and miles, From your nice warm bed... we should go to bed with Noah.>>
"I don't really want to talk about it with anyone, Noah," Ronan admitted.
"I want you to come to me if you do but I don't want to make you feel like you have to or should..." Noah said and hesitated to continue. "I feel like I've not been trying very hard to help you. Maybe I've been a bad friend?"
<<I told you!>>
Ronan moved stiffly throwing his right arm over Noah's left shoulder and pulling him into a platonic hug. The sluggish movement was a lot of effort and the hug endured longer than he intended but Ronan was grateful for his friend. He wanted Noah to know how much his friendship meant.
<<Mmm, Noah smells like teen spirit. And apples.>>
"I couldn't do this without you. I know you're there for me, Noah. Everyone is. It's not a competition," Ronan said softly.
"You told me first because you needed me and I don't want to let you down," Noah said.
"You're my friend and I love you. All I need is a friend," Ronan said.
<<All you need is love. All you need is love. All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.>>
Ronan casually saying the "L" word was touching and Noah felt better. He also felt like he was supposed to be making Ronan feel better.
"I love you too, Ronan," Noah replied.
"Ok," Ronan said.
As they separated, Noah gave Ronan a peck on the cheek.
"So, what are your plans? Are you going to go fantasise about Kevin too?" Noah asked.
"No, I'm going to fantasise about Matty fantasising about Kevin," Ronan joked.
Noah giggled and he realised that 99.9% of the time Ronan was just Ronan and all the other stuff didn't really matter. Maybe that was the best way to help Ronan feel accepted – by accepting him.
"Have you got any fantasy plans this weekend?" Ronan asked.
"Kind of," Noah replied ambiguously.
SATURDAY 20TH NOVEMBER 2021
"Aren't you overdressed?" asked Daniel.
Dan was so used to seeing Noah naked, it was strange seeing him with clothes on. Noah was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers – he was pulling on his coat because it was nearly winter and even in the afternoon, it was getting cold.
"I have plans this afternoon," Noah said vaguely, knowing Dan would ask for details.
"The kind of plans that involve Task-Me or the kind of plans that involve role playing?" Daniel asked.
"I resent the implication that I am a one-dimensional, sexual scenario obsessed teenager," Noah replied in an offended voice.
"So, you are going to an EMARP," Dan said dryly.
"I am, yes. Don't wait up," Noah replied facetiously.
Noah and Daniel had an agreement that he would always tell Dan about the activities he got up to. Noah had been participating in Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing for nearly a year now. Dan insisted that knowing what Noah was up to kept him safe and Noah was sure that was the original intention but there were times when he wondered if his big brother was living vicariously through him.
There was no doubt that Dan got a kick out of Noah's misadventures.
Noah was cold by the time he reached the RAW (Refined Arts Workshop) where the role-playing events were held. Mid-November offered single digit temperatures that were further tempered by a damp autumn.
Inside what was once a school and was now a minor film studio, it was warm. Noah saw nothing remarkable about the reception area. The studio itself was spread out across the mostly open plan area that covered the original assembly hall and classrooms. It was only recognisable as a school when the sets were built to resemble it for a new scenario.
Sometimes the main reception was a part of the set but this time, whatever Mr Godetia had planned for Noah was kept safely concealed behind double doors.
"Hello Noah," said Mason.
Noah turned to see Mason Godetia approaching with a smile. The organiser of the events was in his late thirties and handsome but Noah knew the man was manipulative. Noah was agreeable to manipulation, but the man was still manipulative.
"Hello Mason," Noah replied. "What do you have planned for me today?"
"Have you ever had a part time job?" Mason asked Noah.
"Does EMARP count?" Noah asked.
"It does not," Mason responded with a chuckle.
Though Noah was paid for his EMARP appearances, it was not the kind of job a boy would talk about at school on Monday. It wasn't like working in a cinema or a chip shop.
"Then no," Noah replied.
Noah was faintly embarrassed about being a privileged, wealthy boy; he knew how lucky he was and he felt a prickle of guilt for not thinking enough about how hard it was for other people who weren't so lucky.
"Give me your coat and put this on," Mason said as he proffered a green apron.
Noah wasn't even shown to his usual changing room this time. However, there was no trap in it – he had been told to dress smartly in trousers and a shirt which was revealed when he took his winter jacket off. The green apron Mr Godetia offered was embossed with a logo that read PUSHMORE GROCERIES; the fabric of the apron reached Noah's knees and had a pouch like on a Kangaroo. Noah slipped the apron over his head and realised there was a name badge above his left nipple which read NOAH FLOOD (HOW CAN I HELP YOU?).
Noah secured the ties behind his back but he couldn't see what was erotic about black trousers, white shirtsleeves and collar and a green apron. Noah checked out guys in the supermarket as much as the next boy but what was erotic about a grocery store?
"I think you're covering the night shift," Mason said casually as he left the reception.
Noah was never sure what Mason did during his role playing because the man was never an active participant in the humiliation or the sexual scenarios. Noah presumed that Mason had a production or directing role, orchestrating the details without Noah's knowledge but clearly communicating with others involved in Noah's scenes.
Was it like that for all the actors or were Noah's role-playing characters unique in this respect?
Noah approached the double doors, still not entirely sure what to expect since the only clue he'd been given was a grocery store apron. When he stepped inside the set, he was stunned by the details.
It was a very accurate facsimile of a small supermarket; aisles ran between rows of shelves and lower stands or cabinets containing fruits and vegetables. The cabinets were refrigerated and Noah opened one experimentally to find it really was cold inside. He was tempted to go find the ice cream or pizza cabinets...
"Your shift isn't finished Noah, why are you standing around doing nothing?" asked a familiar voice.
Mr Nicholson was in his mid-thirties and the last time Noah had seen him, the first and only time Noah has met him, had been in January. Was it really only ten months? It felt like more than twenty. On that occasion, Mr Nicholson had played the part of a doctor who had examined Noah. After stripping the boy, the doctor had aroused him, left the examination room door open for Noah to be caught and paraded him around in just a hospital gown.
"Oh... sorry. I was just..." Noah started to reply.
"It doesn't matter what you were just doing," Mr Nicholson interrupted like an irate manager. "The store opens at 6AM. That gives you an hour to stack the fruits."
Mr Nicholson stormed off with the pompous air of an unlikable boss. Noah wasn't sure how stacking fruit was going to turn on an audience but he got to work by unloading crates that were set down in the middle of aisle. He started with the peaches – the soft and fuzzy fruit looked juicy and ripe.
It didn't take long for the scenario to take an unexpectedly promising turn.
"Put your hands up, this is a robbery!" said another familiar voice.
Noah turned and expected to see Dale and he did... in a manner of speaking. Dale was at the centre of a group of three lads whose faces were hidden behind masks. Noah was, despite not seeing their faces, confident he knew who the other two `robbers' were – Liam and Markus. Although he had recently turned twenty years old, Liam looked the same age as Markus – eighteen.
Noah put his hands up.
"Please don't hurt me," Noah said.
Behind the robbers was the façade of a glass fronted store looking out onto the street outside. The street was on the east side of the RAW building and was actually part of multiple external role-playing scenarios.
"He's cute," said Markus.
"He must be new," added Liam.
"What's your name?" demanded Dale.
"Noah. Noah Flood," Noah replied – giving his stage name which was a novelty.
"Well Noah, this is your unlucky day," Dale said. "Because we just found ourselves something we want more than money."
"What?" Noah asked innocently.
"You!" Dale replied.
"Me?" Noah protested.
"I'll get started with him. You boys go empty the cash registers," Dale said to Liam and Markus.
The boys flounced off, unconvincing as hardened criminals, and Dale watched Noah with hard eyes.
"Is anyone else here?" Dale asked.
"I don't know. I don't think so..." Noah replied – was he the only night shift employee in this scenario? "Oh! Except Mr Nicholson. He was here."
"Nicholson is a dick," Dale started to say.
"Oh, so you've met him," Noah said casually.
Dale laughed earnestly at the unexpected joke.
"You're cute and funny. Unfortunately for you, we can't have you chasing after us... or being taken seriously by the police," Dale said the latter after a moment's thought.
"What? What does that mean?" Noah enquired.
"It means that by the time we're done with you, no-one will be talking about the money we've stolen from the cash registers," Dale said meaningfully.
"I still don't know what that means," Noah said.
"Grab him," Dale said.
Noah was caught by surprise as Liam and Markus had sneaked behind him instead of liberating the money from the checkouts. Noah struggled but his arms were held tightly by the stronger, older lads. Dale stepped forward and knelt at Noah's feet.
Noah shuffled his feet until Dale held one steady with one iron grip and used his other hand to untie the shoelace. To keep his balance, Noah kept still while the other shoe was untied too and then one by one his feet were lifted while his shoes and socks were pulled off.
"What are you doing?" Noah pleaded.
"You'll see," Dale replied.
"No! Stop!" Noah shouted. "Help!"
A hand was clamped over his mouth and from a backpack, Dale pulled out duct tape. A strip was put over Noah's mouth to muffle any further protest. Noah was hauled towards the fruit stand and then lifted until he was sitting atop a pile of apples. Some of them shifted and toppled under his weight and rolled onto the floor but then they settled.
While Noah recovered from the sudden manoeuvre, Dale had pulled rope from his bag and secured each wrist to the top of the fruit stand. Noah was left crucified on top of the apples, between the peaches and the melons.
Noah mumbled through the tape covering his mouth but Dale, Markus and Liam just smirked.
"I'll be a few minutes here," Dale said. "For real, why don't you two see what cash you can find."
"Aww, but we don't want to miss anything," Liam complained.
"I'll save the good bit until you get back," Dale promised.
The lads ran off and Noah was left with the ringleader of the heist. Tied up as he was, they were going to find it hard to take his shirt off. Noah wasn't sure the scenario made sense – for starters, the boys had no weapons and for another, fewer and fewer stores kept cash as more people used card payment.
The EMARP was predicate on three young men trying to rob a shop? With no weapons but rope and duct tape? It seemed ridiculous – not that that mattered, it was an adult role-playing scenario, not King Lear. Though, appropriately, Noah found himself thinking of King Lear, act four, scene six:
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear. Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
Noah had studied the section in English some months back; it meant that King Lear understood clothes and position ultimately do not make the man, but that we operate in the world as if they do.
Noah's clothes and position did not make him a boy and the world was about to see him as he truly was.
Noah looked down and groaned through his gag. While he had been thinking, Dale had removed a large pair of scissors and was carelessly cutting through the waistband of his trousers. For show, Noah pulled against his restraints and more ripe fruit tumbled to the floor.
Noah's restraints weren't going to be a problem for removing the clothes because they were simply going to cut his clothes off.
Once the waistband was severed, Dale gripped both sides and pulled with unexpected strength. The fabric ruptured down the seam of the trousers, unevenly ripping towards the travellers crease and tearing down the length of the trousers to the very bottom.
The damage to the trousers was erratic, chaotic and permanent. Dale repeated the action on the other side so Noah's silky legs were exposed on both sides. The apples beneath Noah budged, loosening a few more as Noah shifted on his lumpy throne. Dale tugged the ruined item of clothing, which slipped off Noah's butt and pulled away from his groin. The apron had fallen askew to expose Noah's underpants. Noah whined through his gag as his bare legs were exposed along with his underpants – white Y-front briefs.
Dale laughed at Noah and snapped the waistband of briefs. Noah felt Dale's finger grazed the short, half-grown hairs above his dick. Still holding the trousers, Dale gave a final series of hard yanks on the trousers and the fell apart into two separate pieces – the left and right legs, which were also split on either side. The trousers were irreparable and Noah was left with his bare feet and bare legs exposed.
"This is hilarious. I gotta take a picture of this," Dale said.
Dale snapped pictures of Noah – tied up and nearly naked below the waist.
"You want to see?" Dale said.
He turned his phone so Noah could see the images of himself – arms wide and his bare legs and feet exposed. His arms were still wrapped in white shirtsleeves and the apron was over the top but askew enough to confirm the boy had briefs rather than boxers. His feet dangled off the ground as he sat in the fruit stand – would anyone want the fruit after his ass had been on them? The answer was probably yes.
Dale snipped the ties that held the apron around Noah's waist and then lifted it off his head to unveil Noah's shirt. Dale set the apron aside and then wasted no time in cutting into the collar of the shirt. The blade slid across the shirt's shoulder and along the arm until the scissors met the ties that bound Noah's wrists to the top of the stand. Dale repeated the action on the other side and then down the middle of the shirt. Dale could just have unbuttoned the shirt but instead he rendered it into shreds.
Noah was very slowly being stripped and exposed and he imagined what it would be like if this were happening in a real store. First of all, terrifying. Secondly, an incrementally stripped teenage boy, tied up and exposed? Noah would love to see the secret footage.
Once Dale was done, he pulled the separate pieces free from Noah's body and scattered them on the floor along with the fruit and trousers that were already making a mess. Ridiculously, Noah thought he should be cleaning up the mess.
With his chest exposed, Noah felt very vulnerable. He was now tied to the fruit stand, his mouth still taped, and wearing only a pair of small Y-front briefs.
"You picked a bad day to wear briefs, boy," said Dale's mean character.
Noah whimpered through his gag while Dale snapped more pictures and turned the phone around to show Noah's helplessness. His chest looked scrawny and the boy-sized undies made him look pathetic – his hairless legs and the mere stubble in his now exposed armpits only added to the vulnerable image.
"Oh my god, Dale... what have you done to his clothes?" Liam asked in a shocked voice.
Liam and Markus had returned with bags over their shoulder with all the money in the store. Except this was just a game – the boys would be lucky to have Monopoly money in the bags.
"He wasn't using them anymore," Dale said dryly. "You get it all?"
"A few thousand quid," Markus guessed.
"What are we going to do with him?" Liam asked.
"Well... we can't have him running and telling his boss or calling the police," Dale pondered.
"So, cut his little pants off too?" Markus suggested.
"Good idea," Dale agreed.
Noah snivelled "no" noises though the tape over his mouth but it was to no avail. In moments, the briefs were cut along both hips. The impotent fabric remained over Noah's small and flaccid penis for a few more seconds before Dale pulled away.
Dale sneered before rubbing the underpants in Noah's face. Noah squirmed atop the throne of apples on which he was bound but could not get away. Dale chuckled and once he was happy that the naked teenager had been humiliated enough, he tore the underwear in half and tossed the pieces on top of the apron beside Noah.
Liam and Markus laughed at Noah's exposed penis, which was shrunken and limp.
"Poor boy," Liam said.
"Are you old enough to be working here?" Markus insulted.
"You know we can't leave him like this," said Dale.
Noah had a moment of false hope when he thought he would be set free but the hope was dashed as Dale stepped beside him and grabbed his dick. Noah moaned and groaned incomprehensibly and took an embarrassingly long time for his dick to respond but he finally started to get hard and the insulting smirks on the robber's faces dissolved.
"Wow, you have a big dick," Liam said.
"Yea, way bigger than we were expecting when we saw that worm of yours at first," Markus jeered.
Noah moaned again.
"Let's take that tape off you," Liam offered.
He peeled it off as carefully as he could and Noah breathed a sigh of relief. He was still bare naked in a supermarket at night and getting wanked off but at least his mouth was free now. That did not last long because Markus, who was clearly the bad cop to Liam's good cop, stuffed one half of Noah's Y-fronts into his mouth. Noah's hard-on was leaking precum and making squelching noises with each stroke which made a mess of Dale's hand and lubricated the shaft.
Noah could taste his own dick and sweat as he suckled on the briefs in his mouth. The dry, soft fabric with faint traces of moisture and leakage made Noah harder and he groaned as he approached climax. Dale saw the orgasm coming and held off, letting go of Noah's cock and letting it slap against his bare skin.
"You're a disgusting boy, aren't you?" Dale said.
"Yea, look at you. Those pathetic pubes are hilarious!" Markus mocked.
"Are you even old enough to cum?" Liam asked condescendingly.
"I have an idea..." Markus said unexpectedly.
Markus took a few paces to his right and returned with something new to add to Noah's supermarket debasement. A banana!
"What do you think, Noah?" asked Dale as he pulled the briefs out of Noah's mouth.
"Please, no," Noah said. "Don't do that."
"Really? Look at yourself. Your hard and gagging for it," Dale replied.
"Yea, you know you want it," pestered Markus.
Liam gleefully brandished the banana.
"Tell us you want it, Noah!" Dale said. "We'll let you cum if you do."
Noah's eyes light up – he wanted to cum and he wanted the scenario to continue so he hesitated just long enough to make the moment more theatrical and then he begged to be fucked with a banana.
"Ok... please... let me cum," Noah said.
"What do you want us to do with the banana, Noah? Tell us," Markus solicited.
"I want... I want you to put the banana up my ass," Noah pleaded.
The three robbers laughed at him.
"You want us to fuck your butt with a banana?" asked Dale.
"Yes," Noah said bashfully. "Please fuck my ass with the banana."
"Markus, hold his legs," Dale began to give out orders.
"My pleasure. I love his creamy legs," Markus admitted.
"Liam, you can do the honours of shoving the banana in," Dale added.
"In, out, in, out," Liam joked – accepting the banana from Markus.
"And I'm going to make you blast," Dale said assuredly.
Markus gripped Noah's bare ankles and hoisted his legs up. Noah felt the apples underneath him shift and topple again as his legs were lifted straight in the air until the soles of his feet were nearly pointed at the ceiling. Markus stepped to one side and then held Noah's ankles together in one hand so he could caress Noah's legs with the other.
Noah's back remained against the stack of apples under him and his hole was now exposed because his legs were held in the air. Dale stepped up and reached around to grip Noah's cock. Noah's penis had softened but it responded very quickly this time, leaking almost as soon as he was hard.
Then the big moment came.
Liam generously squirted lube onto Noah's ass, making not only his hole but his buttocks shiny and gross as well. Liam was gentle as he slipped the banana inside, pressing the yellow fruit against Noah's sphincter and advancing it slowly.
The banana was not ripe, rather it was very firm which was helpful because the banana squidging inside his anus would have been disgusting. Noah felt his anal sphincter dilate as it spread to accommodate the phallus-shaped fruit.
Noah felt the curved fruit, which was fat and long, press inside him. It was really rather pleasurable. The irregular shape, the ridges and edges added an unexpected dimension to the anal penetration. Added to that, Liam stroked Noah's buttocks and perineum.
Noah moaned loudly as the pleasure through his legs, ass and cock began to overwhelm him. He looked around the supermarket setting chuckled. Noah knew how this EMARP was going to end because he knew how he would have ended such a scenario.
Markus was stroking Noah with long swipes and alternated between a firm and gentle grip. Noah started to tighten his sphincter against the probing fruit and humping Dale's hand as best he could.
"Are you going to cum, Noah?" Dale asked.
"Yes. Oh god, yes, I'm going to shoot," Noah declared.
"Hold on a minute, I have a great idea," Dale said.
Dale released Noah's erection – the thick pole of hard dick slapped against Noah's skinny but toned tummy. Noah couldn't see what Dale was doing but he heard Markus and Liam laugh outrageously. Dale only needed a few minutes and an apple corer (which were handily sold in the fruit and veg section); he returned beside Noah with a watermelon with a roughly cleaved hole gored into it.
"You can't be serious," Noah said.
Markus and Liam laughed again and Dale grinned delightedly. Noah looked at the hole – the diameter was about two inches. Noah knew his dick was over seven inches long and five and a half around. How did you calculate diameter from circumference?
Before Noah could work it out – was the hole big enough – his legs had been lowered. Liam had continued to work the banana in and out of his hole but as access was reduced, the older lad left the fruit inside Noah's anus.
Noah lay flat on the stack of apples – arms still spread and pits exposed, his ass pressing the banana firmly inside and his legs dangling over the edge of the fruit stand. Noah's raging hard on was flat against his stomach but Liam took hold of it and raised it straight.
Dale lifted the watermelon over Noah's groin and aligned the cock with the hole gored into the sweet centre. Noah felt the coldness of the fruit and his hardness pressing into the yielding, sweet centre. Was he really going to fuck a watermelon?
Dale lifted and dropped the fruit onto Noah's cock which displaced juice and pulp. The sweet centre sloshed onto Noah's groin as fruit turned to juice as it was mashed by Noah's boner. Noah thrust into the watermelon and the three robbers – still masked and giggling – took great delight in Noah's display.
Noah shuffled his arse against the apples beneath him, feeling the banana begin to fail. It had been firm but the heat of Noah's ass and the persistent force of using it as a dildo had started to soften it. Noah bit his lip and cried out as he approached orgasm again.
"Are you going to cum?" Dale asked.
"Yes!" Noah replied.
"You're going to cum in front of us?" Dale asked.
"Yes," Noah agreed.
"With a banana in your butt and a watermelon on your dick?" Dale continued to humiliate.
"Yes. With a banana up my arse and fucking a water... melon..." Noah exclaimed.
Noah's jizz was a warm splash of milky seed inside the red flesh peppered with black seeds. Dale didn't stop pounding the watermelon on Noah's dick until he was sure every drop of cum had been milked from it. Juice and sperm was leaking from the carved hole but Dale still moved swiftly when he lifted the watermelon free.
Before Noah's cock had even come to a rest on his abdomen, Dale had hovered the fruit over Noah's face. Juice and jizz leaked from the hole, spilling onto Noah's face in a sticky and sweet deluge of filth. Dale shook the watermelon to release more muck over Noah's body, making the teenager filthy with boy juice and melon juice.
Noah expected Liam to pull the banana from his ass and feed it to him but quite unexpectedly, he didn't. Markus affectionately stroked Noah's legs while Dale dropped the watermelon on the floor that was already strewn with debris. Liam left the banana where it was – sticking out of Noah's ass.
"Well, we robbed the place but we need a distraction so we can get away..." Dale said. "So, thanks for that."
"Wait! What do you mean I'm a distraction?" Noah pleaded.
"Look at the mess of this place," Liam replied.
He gestured to the aisle strewn with bits of unwearable underpants, shirt and trousers as well as apples and a watermelon.
"You think the mess will distract people?" Dale pondered.
"The mess and the naked boy," Markus added.
"You're going to leave me like this? But I'm still tied up," Noah said in a panic. "The store will open any minute!"
The three robbers looked at Noah's outstretched arms, his pits, his exposed body and bare feet – his skin covered with juice and cum.
"We know. We're just sorry we won't be here to watch," Dale said.
"Bye, Noah," Liam said.
The three robbers took off for the exit to the fictitious supermarket. Noah watched them depart through the door that led to the back of the building and the main road (at least, the exterior set). Noah pulled against his restraints but it was no good.
Noah didn't know exactly when the next part of the scenario would start so he made a show of trying to escape. He hoped it would end soon because lying on a pile of apples was starting to get sore. Noah didn't need to wait long because five minutes later the doors opened again and five lads walked in.
They were around twenty, cute, handsome and talkative – until they saw Noah and stopped dead in their tracks. Noah tried to imagine how this would look in real life – walking into Asda or Tesco at 6AM and seeing a naked teenage boy covered in cum and juice, tied up with a banana in his ass.
"Oh my god, dude!"
Two of them laughed so hard they could hardly stand.
"That is fucking filthy."
"His balls are as big as plums."
"He's covered in spunk and stuff."
"Please help me get free before anyone else sees me," Noah said.
The five guys had come closer, stepping over apples and clothes. All five took out their phones to snap pictures and then entered the pictures themselves so they had a souvenir with the naked boy.
Moments later, more people entered and one by one they took in the disarray and then the sight of the naked Noah. Soon the fruit aisle was packed with spectators, would be shoppers, who came to get a closer look of the debased boy.
"Is that a banana in your ass?"
"Where's his pubic hair?"
"Can I have your shirt?"
More pictures were taken as more and more details of Noah's exposure and corruption were realised.
"What is going on here?" demanded a stern voice.
The manager, Mr Drummond, had finally returned and the crowd parted to reveal Noah in all his glory.
"Noah! This is disgusting. This is totally unacceptable," Mr Drummond chastised.
"I'm sorry," Noah replied. "Some boys tied me up so they could rob the store and..."
"And you just let them?" the manager asked as if Noah possessed any power to stop them.
"But... I mean... look," Noah implored.
The mess of Noah's debasement was obvious for all to see – his pits and legs and ass were all still on show and his face and body were covered with jizz and juice.
"I am looking. I'm looking at the mess I expect you to clean up, young man," Mr Drummond said.
"Me?" Noah responded.
"And is this store produce?" Mr Drummond said. "You put fresh produce inside your bottom?"
The laughter was incredulous and braying.
"Can someone untie this disgusting employee, please," Mr Drummond asked.
Volunteers scabbled to help and while they were at it, they helped themselves to a few strokes and gentle touches. When Noah's feet hit the floor, the coldness touched his bare feet and he hoped the humiliation was over but it wasn't.
"You can clean this up and then you're fired!" Mr Drummond said.
Not "or your fired," Noah noticed: "then you're fired."
"What about the produce he stole?" someone asked.
"Oh, the banana," Mr Drummond said. "I think you should eat it, Noah."
The crowd watched while Noah pulled the banana out of his ass. Dejectedly, Noah unpeeled it and slid the length of the shaft... the banana... into his mouth. Noah's lips closed around it and the naked boy sucked on the phallus for a few seconds. Sliding the banana provocatively in and out his mouth, Noah concluded the display by biting into the fruit inside. It was underripe and so did not taste very good but no-one needed to see him finish it.
"The watermelon doesn't look right either."
"It's nearly split in two. And there's a hole in it."
"A hole in it?" Mr Drummond repeated angrily.
The manager picked it up and looked into to fucking hole. He looked at Noah and fumed.
"Did you ejaculate inside this watermelon, Noah?" Mr Drummond demanded.
"I didn't mean to," the naked teenager replied.
Mr Drummond scoffed and used his hands to rip the split fruit into two uneven pieces. The hole where Noah had shot his load had left a cavity and this half was given to Noah.
"Eat it!" Mr Drummond said admonishingly.
"You're going to make him eat his cum?"
Mr Drummond nodded and Noah took a few experimental bites, mashing his face into the red centre with milky blobs in it. The manager and the crowd of spectators were delighted.
"Put your apron on, Noah," Mr Drummond commanded, taking the melon from Noah's hands.
Noah was surprised it was still there never mind that he was allowed to wear it. Since the ties had been caught, he could not fasten it around his waist so when Noah put it over his head, the green apron hung loose. It covered most of his chest and his penis but his ass remained exposed.
Over the next ten minutes the crowd dispersed but everyone remained within sight to watch his butt as he bent down to pick up apples and put them back in the pile he had just laid on.
"What do you want me to do with these?" Noah asked hopefully.
Noah was holding the shreds of his clothes.
"Put them in the bin," Mr Drummond said angrily.
"But... they're my clothes..." Noah said.
"They are unusable," Mr Drummond said as if Noah were stupid.
"They're all I have," Noah pointed out.
"Put your clothes in the trash, Noah. Now!" Mr Drummond said with pleasure.
Noah did as he was told and then returned to the fruit aisle.
"I meant what I said, you know," Mr Drummond said disappointedly. "You're fired."
"But I cleaned up the store," Noah protested.
"You let the store be robbed and then exposed yourself like that," the unreasonable manager said.
"I didn't do any of those things," Noah tried to explain.
The audience lapped up the pantomiming as it moved towards it conclusion.
"Take the apron off and please leave," Mr Drummond said.
"Take the apron off?" Noah parroted.
"It is store property," Mr Drummond insisted.
"But I have no clothes," Noah complained.
"Not my problem," Mr Drummond said coldly.
"I'll be naked. I'll be totally naked," Noah said.
"You didn't seem to mind a little while ago," Mr Drummond sneered.
"But that's..." Noah started to say.
"Now, Noah. Take it off right now," the manager interrupted.
Demurely, Noah lifted the apron off and handed it to the man. He was exposed again and loved it but the eyes on him were so hungry and sexual. His penis was flaccid and his balls dangled inches below it. His chest and face were sticky and crusty and his pubes, short and scrubby as they were still re-growing, had captured splashes of jizz that now matted the wiry hairs.
"I can't have you exposing your penis inside my store. Please leave," Mr Drummond commanded.
"Leave? But can't I have some clothes?" Noah asked.
"For free? I run a shop, not a charity," Mr Drummond replied.
"I can't walk outside bare naked and barefoot," Noah said desperately. "I live miles away... everyone will see my... my bits."
"You don't want people to see your smooth body and little willy?" Mr Drummond teased him. "Well, I certainly don't want to look at a naked boy. You should leave in disgrace, it's what you deserve. Now get out!"
Noah walked sullenly towards the exit. When he stepped outside, it was onto the outdoor set at the back of the RAW building. Noah felt sun on his skin. There were more people outside and everyone inside followed him. Noah covered his genitals with his hands as he walked up the fake street to the sounds of taunts.
"Nice ass."
"Show us your dick."
"Forget to wear clothes today?"
"Freak."
"Sexy freak."
A car pulled up at the corner of the street, right when Noah was at a loss for how to end his supermarket streak.
"Can we give you a lift somewhere?" Dale asked.
With no other options and a clear conclusion for the EMARP, Noah opened the car door and got in the back beside Liam. The door closed and the car drove off, ending Noah's very public nudity.
"I want to thank you for the suggestion," Mason said once Noah was in the changing room.
After completing a dare during the summer in which Noah had worn nothing but a t-shirt into a supermarket, he had offered the idea to Mr Godetia. Mason was naturally intrigued at the nonsense the boy got up to in his private life but the scenario had been a delightful idea. Mason and Dale had worked to create the production and were looking forward to additional scenarios with the other EMARP actors.
"I had a lot of fun. I fantasised about being exposed like that," Noah confessed.
"Your dream came true then," Mason said happily.
Noah had needed a shower to remove the sticky watermelon juice and the boy juice too. Now, Noah pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and slipped his feet into trainers. The scenario had literally destroyed the only clothes Noah had brought with him.
Now Noah was wearing a very short-sleeved t-shirt that would show off his sparse pits if he lifted his arms too high and the shorts exposed most of his thighs and legs. Just the way Noah liked his shorts. The running shorts would be ideal for running in the park – for those times when a naked run in the woods did not suit his mood.
It was November now and harder to run beneath the damp and cold canopy of trees.
"I had originally planned to bring back the medial scenarios but I've pushed those productions to the new year," Mr Godetia said. "There's a pleasing symmetry to starting 2022 the same way we started this year."
Noah recalled the scenarios from January – when he had pretended to be sedated as he was stripped and played with. Later, he had undergone an intimate examination while random boys watched and the hospital gown he was given had been maladapted to be embarrassing. Noah liked the gown so much he had adopted the idea for Halloween just a few weeks ago.
Noah found himself looking forward to a possible redux of the General Anatomy and Youthfulness scenario he had role played ten months ago. Medical smut was a fun scenario to play with.
"I'd like to do another scenario soon if you have any other ideas," Noah said.
"You know me, Noah. I always have ideas," Mason replied.
Noah liked Mason's dirty mind. Noah knew he was a very popular actor and Mr Godetia exploited that popularity. Noah didn't mind because he got what he wanted out of it.
"I look forward to it," Noah replied.
"I know you do. That's why you're employee of the month," Mason joked.
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Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told and A Series of Embarrassing Events.
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Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures