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The Humiliation Games
CHAPTER 5
PART 9
"Well, isn't that just a humiliation that's going to keep on giving!" Esteban said as he took to the stage. "Come on, own up, who's suddenly started following Oscar on Instagram?"
There was a gentle chuckle across the audience as phones were put away.
"So that's two rounds down for each team, bringing us back once again to Team Faularry. Master Ezekiel, how do you think it's going so far? The host ask, holding out his microphone to the Head of House Faularry.
"I'm pleased with our first two attempts, but looking forward to our shot at a high profile target!" Master Ezekiel said, subtly voicing his team's concerns about the fairness of the volunteer selection. "And I'm certainly looking forward to seeing what Gokothon can deliver when his suggestion gets chosen. It's been a while since we had a nightmare demon in the games!"
Gokothon gave a polite nod at the comment from his team captain.
"And of course, Zorren has proven many times over the years just how spectacular his humiliations can be, so it will certainly be a pleasure to witness him in action," Master Ezekiel added, getting another polite node. "But of course, two in a row for Tharukan, though we should really expect no less from a representative of the Sinisterium!"
"Indeed. Thank you, Master Ezekiel," Esteban said cheerfully. "But now, it's time to get on with the show! Let's see lucky contestant number five!"
Esteban gestured to the massive screen and a young man appeared, working behind the counter of a busy coffee shop. His bio card appeared alongside him, bearing a picture of him in his non-work clothes.
"Demons and gentlemen, allow me to introduce Ricardo Belmont, a twenty-five-year-old barista currently residing in Cardiff," Esteban explained.
The audience seemed quite enamoured with the handsome young man on screen. Though his work uniform and apron wasn't exactly the most flattering, the cap he wore did little to contain the luscious wavy, dark locks of hair spilling out from beneath. Ricardo eyes were a deep enough brown to make the pupil and iris appear virtually as one, while the subtle tone of his skin gave away his Mediterranean heritage. He bore neatly trimmed black facial hair in a slight beard and moustache, heavy enough to clearly be deliberate, but messy enough to still look casual.
"When he's not working, Ricardo enjoys nothing more than spending time on his most prized possession, his motorcycle which he recently obtained after many years of scrimping and saving," Esteban continued the talk. "He has recently started to make friends within the local biker community, which I'm sure will make for an attractive target for humiliation. Ricardo is currently single, and likely to remain that way thanks to his growing issues resulting from years of being seen as nothing more than `the pretty guy at the coffee place'. One can barely imagine what you absolute monsters can do with THAT one!" He paused for a brief titter, then concluded, "And with that, it's time for the countdown. Team Faularry, prepare you humiliations!"
"He's certainly a pretty one," Master Sebastian said, smiling up at the screen as he stood alongside his team as their opponents conferred.
"I do love these ones," Dazallan said with a wicked snigger. "Not really suitable for the games, as it's more of a long term thing, but an attractive Plebicile desperate for attention with low self-esteem... it's a perfect mix. All I'd need to do is make sure NOBODY pays him any attention by making him completely unattractive to them and he'd end up doing the most pathetic desperate things just to try and feel desirable again."
"Now that sounds like my kind of show," Buth'Taloz chuckled, "Remind me to look up your work after the games!" He gave the other demon a coquettish smile.
"Careful there, Buth," Master Sebastian said with a slight headshake. "Sudden attraction to an arousal demon..."
"Are you suggesting I'm using my powers on my own teammate?" Dazallan asked, feigning offense for a moment before he smirked and said, "Because I totally am!"
"Fine by me," Buth'Taloz said with a shrug.
As the other two advisors continued chatting, Master Sebastian turned his attention to Dave. "So... you got picked both times. You clearly know your audience!"
"I suppose I do," Dave said, bowing his head slowly without taking his eyes off of the human.
Though he didn't say it, Master Sebastian knew that was as much conversation as he was going to get from the enigmatic demon, so he turned to watch their opponents as they continued their huddle as the timer counted down.
"Aaaaand... time's up!" Esteban said as the counter reached zero. "Master Ezekiel, who are you starting with?"
"Well he's served us well in the previous rounds, so we're going to start with Tharukan," Master Ezekiel introduced pallid-skinned figure.
"Picture the scene," Tharukan said as he stood, gesturing his arms widely. "It's a busy lunchtime in Ricardo's workplace. Customers are queuing for coffee and pastries, but most have their eye on a different snack – the handsome barista! So much attention to one member of staff has GOT to annoy his colleagues, and with a gentle... nudge from myself, that frustration can easily turn into vengeance, making Ricardo suffer some truly unpleasant pranks in front of his admiring customers!"
There was gentle applause for the popular demon as he gave a bow and returned to his seat.
"I think next we'll go with Zorren," Master Ezekiel prompted.
"Picture the scene," Zorren said as he stood, deliberately mocking his teammate and earning a chuckle from him for it. "Ricardo goes for an evening with his new biker buddies, things get a little crazy and the bets start coming. Too scared of offending his new friends, Ricardo takes any bet they give, but thanks to me... none of them are going to go his way! Ricardo would be in for an embarrassing night on the road!"
Master Ezekiel gestured politely as Zorren returned to his throne before introducing their final team member, Gokothon.
"I have glimpsed inside this plebicile's feeble mind and discovered, like many, he has a true fear of public nudity, so much so that it plagues his sleeping mind with nightmares. I plan to take that nightmare and make it a reality, allowing Ricardo to witness the true humiliation of VERY public nudity!" Gokothon explained bluntly before returning to his seat.
"Well it certainly sounds like our little Ricky's in for a tough time, whatever you choose, but now it's over to you," Esteban explained. "Will it be Tharukan's vengeful colleagues pranking Ricardo at work, Zorren's string of bad luck on the betting or Gokothon's public nudity living nightmare? Case your votes now please!"
VOTING OPTIONS AND RESULTS
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Have Ricardo get pranked and embarrassed at work by his jealous co-workers – 29%
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Have Ricardo take (and lose) some bets from his new biker buddies – 0%
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Have Ricardo relive his public nudity nightmares for real – 71%
PART 10
"Looks like it's time for you to finally become one of us for real!"
Ricardo looked round, utterly disoriented. How was he here? The last thing he remembered he was... actually, he couldn't remember where he had been moments before and the more he tried to think of it, the more clouded his mind seemed to become. Maybe it didn't matter, in fact it almost certainly didn't. Not with what he had just been told. `One of us'. That was a big deal. He had met the guys online shortly before getting his new motorcycle and the first thing he did once he had it was meet up with them in person.
Ricardo was dressed in his casual biker gear, just his leather jacket over a plain tee with black jeans. He saved the full-on biker gear for their longer rides, so this was just a casual meeting... apparently, he still wasn't sure.
Even more confusing was the absence of the rest of the group. As he stood in the empty car park next to his bike, it was only the group's leader, Clive, and his son, Kevin, who stood before Ricardo.
"Chill, lil Ricky," Kevin said, playfully throwing an arm around Ricardo's shoulders. "We've all been through it. The initiation's not as bad as you're expecting!"
"I... I'm... not expecting... anything," Ricardo said, frowning at the whole thing. He hadn't heard of any kind of initiation at all, so for it to suddenly be happening was very confusing.
Kevin was only a little older than Ricardo, while Clive was a man in his mid-forties. Both sported a neatly-trimmed goatee, though Kevin's was dark while much of his father's had now faded into the same grey that now ran through his hair too. Kevin likely would have sporting a bit of his father's silver had his hair not been recently bleached blonde. The two men also stood in their casual biker gear alongside their bikes.
"We're just gonna go for a little ride, that's all," Clive said as he pulled on his helmet.
"Oh, okay," Ricardo said, copying as Kevin also donned his helmet.
Clive pulled out first, with Ricardo right behind him and Kevin at the rear. They drove for a couple of minutes before Clive pulled over and looked round to the other two. He smirked at his son, then looked to Ricardo and said, "Okay, lose the tee!"
"What!?" Ricardo exclaimed in surprise.
"Kev, help him out!" Clive said without really giving the young man the chance to react.
Kevin stepped forward, grabbed the neck of the t-shirt and yanked hard. With a loud tearing sound, the t-shirt ripped away cleanly, leaving an embarrassed looking Ricardo standing on the side of the road with his chest and stomach exposed. He had always been quite proud of his body, which had always seemed to stay in good shape with minimal effort, slim but muscular and peppered with a light smattering of chest hair and a dark trail down his stomach.
"Come on," Clive said, staring his bike again.
Ricardo felt the breeze across his body as he rode behind the gang leader, his leather jacket hanging open. As they drove round the streets of the city, he noticed a few eyes turning his way, clearly enjoying the body on display.
Once again Clive stopped and Ricardo felt an immediate churning in his stomach, a sense of foreboding that turned out to be pretty spot-on as he heard Clive say, "Lose the jacket!"
"Don't worry," Kevin said with a smile. "I won't shred this, it's a nice jacket!" He held out his hand waiting for Ricardo to hand it over, then secured it onto the back of his own bike.
Ricardo blushed as he stood shirtless in the street. "Umm... how far does this go?" he asked nervously, avoiding the admiring stares he got from people passing by, his entire torso now on display.
"Shut up and ride," Clive said with a smirk as he got back on his motorcycle and took off once again.
Ricardo drove anxiously, worried about what the next stop would bring. He also felt like he was on display to the city as he drove shirtless through the increasingly busy streets. It was confusing how the roads and pavements could be so full of people yet they hadn't stopped in traffic once, giving a constant flow of people to see his exposure.
Clive finally pulled up once again but this time he didn't bother saying anything, he just gave his son a nod.
Ricardo felt a hand slip into each of the back pockets of his jeans and pull. The pockets ripped away, taking long strips from the back of his jeans with them. "No!" he whimpered as he grasped onto the tattered remains, but as Clive and Kevin each grabbed hold of the two side of his waistband and pulled the remainder of his jeans tore away, leaving him standing in just underwear and boots. He instinctively covered his crotch for fear of what could be next. It was bad enough that his legs were exposed now too, he couldn't possibly go any further... aside from the embarrassment, he would surely be arrested!
"Come on, Ric," Clive said as he remounted his bike.
"No, please, no more!" Ricardo begged as he stood with his hands still covering the bulge of his penis in his last remaining item of clothing.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I though... you wanted to be one of us!" Clive said as he got off and moved back to Ricardo.
"I do!" Ricardo insisted urgently, "But... but... isn't there another way?" he pleaded.
"This is the initiation, Ric. Your options are to do this and join us, or don't do it and be alone... again... forever!" Clive said, shaking his head a little. "Is that what you want, Ricky? To be alone?"
"No!" Ricardo squeaked, almost in tears. He hated that word – alone! It made his stomach churn and his heart ache.
"So you want to be one of us?" Kevin asked, moving up behind Ricardo.
"I do!" Ricardo said with an eager nod.
"You want to be with us, don't you?" Clive asked, getting an immediate nod back.
"You want to belong, don't you?" Kevin asked, another nod back.
"You want to feel safe with us, don't you?" the father and son asked in perfect unison.
"I do," Ricardo squeaked, trembling slightly. He immediately felt the two men grab him, one from the front and one from behind, holding him between them. It felt... wonderful. It wasn't sexual, though it certainly felt nice, it was more just a sense of acceptance and it was something he had craved for as long as he could remember.
"So are you going to do what we tell you?" Ricardo heard whispered in his ear. He wasn't even sure which of them had said it.
"Yes!" he whispered back. Instantly, the two men were back on their bikes, ready to ride off. Not wanting to be left behind, Ricardo mounted his own and they were driving once again. He was beginning to draw increasing amounts of attention as he drove through the city, his muscular torso and legs on show, his nipples pert as the breeze wafted across them. People were looking, some were laughing, some taking pictures, most of them shouting lewd or mocking comments his way. He wanted it to end, but he realised what was likely awaiting next time they stopped.
Suddenly, Ricardo heard revving from behind as Kevin shot up beside him, reached out as he passed and grabbed at the underwear. It ripped away as easily as the shirt had, leaving not so much as a single thread as it ripped away.
"Fuck!" Ricardo whimpered as he looked down and saw himself fully exposed. That was when he noticed his helmet was gone too. Safety issues aside, it meant he now didn't even have the luxury of having his face concealed as he drove along completely naked from the ankles up!
"Oh my god!" "He's naked!" "Wow, he's cute!" "What the hell is he doing?" "That's disgusting!" "That's hot!" "Vain prick, showing off like that!" "Fucking pervert!" The comments from the people of the streets should have been lost in the roar of the bikes and wind blowing past, yet Ricardo could hear every word clearly.
"Oh fuck," Ricardo whimpered again, desperately wanting to stop the exhibition, though he knew that stopping now would only make him a standing target for the mockery and derision of the general public around him.
"Just keep driving!" Clive called back to him. Again, the words should have been lost, yet he picked them up perfectly.
Ricardo let out a sudden grunt as he felt something strange. The vibrations from the revving engine suddenly seemed to grow more intense as they rippled through him. "No, no no no," Ricardo mumbled, shaking his head slightly as he felt the annoyingly pleasant sensation.
He could feel his dick swelling, but it wasn't until he glanced down to see himself swollen to full firmness that he truly believed the mortifying thought of it. The people around on the street and in passing cars continued throwing comments his way. "Oh my god, boner!" "Wow, must be cold today!" "What a freak!" "The hell is he doing?" "Absolute pervert!" "Aww, it's so cute!"
Ricardo wanted to cover up, but for some reason he didn't even seem able to move his hands from the handlebars. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't let go, and he still didn't dare to stop and leave himself stationery in front of the many strangers around.
"Dad, he's totally boned up!" Kevin called out, laughing.
"Oh my god, this is too good!" Clive cackled.
The tour of the city seemed to just keep going. Person after person seeing Ricardo as he rode past, naked. The vibrations of the bike continued surging through him, gradually building a pressure in his balls as his cock twitched and bobbed. Despite the constant flurry of insults and comments, Ricardo couldn't stop his increasing arousal. His dick began oozing precum as he rode along.
"I... need... to stop!" Ricardo whimpered, feeling himself on the brink of blowing.
"You heard him!" Clive called out, the three of them immediately stopping at the first set of traffic lights that weren't green.
Realising what he had said, and what it meant, Ricardo stood now, still unable to let go as he stood motionless in the road with people staring all around him.
"HE'S GONNA BLOW!" someone yelled out.
"AH FUCK!" Ricardo shrieked as his throbbing penis finally unleashed its load. It was almost inhuman, how much he ejaculated. The first spurt flew high into the air like a spunky geyser going off, followed by several more shots of almost equal strength, some of it raining down around the red-faced young man, some landing directly on him and his bike.
With his dick still throbbing and twitching, remnants of cum dribbling down the straining shaft, Ricardo ventured a look forward and saw Clive looking back at him with a smirk. "Ready for another ride?"
"No!" Ricardo immediately objected. He couldn't do any more of this. He couldn't keep riding around the city naked and exposed, especially not now he was covered in his own insanely hefty load.
"Oh, okay, no more riding for you then!" Clive said with a shrug.
Ricardo suddenly fell backwards as his bike rode forward without him, following along as the other two men drove away. "What? No!" Ricardo yelled as he jumped to his feet, realising he was being left behind, but it was too late, they were long gone.
Standing naked in the middle of the street, the humiliated, cum-drenched young man was understandably fraught, desperately throwing his hands over his softened cock, wincing at the sticky wetness he felt as he cupped his post-orgasmic genitals.
"Someone take a picture!" "Did he just cum?" "Wow, check out that ass!" "What's he covered in?" "Is he streaking?" Still the comments kept on coming, yet none of them seemed to be stating what Ricardo had expected – `Call the police'. Most were amused by the sight of him, but even those who seemed repulsed or appalled seemed to be taking no action to report his indecent exposure to the authorities. Not wanting to push his luck, Ricardo took off at a sprint, though he had no idea where he was going.
Running past crowds of shocked and delighted strangers, Ricardo just ran. Suddenly he found himself in a spot he recognised – he was right outside his workplace. He could see customers inside sitting and drinking, or queuing for their orders, his colleagues busily working away. He could get help... but it would mean exposing himself to them, but still, it had to be better than being stranded naked on the street. He hurried to the door and budged it open with his bare arm, not daring to pull his hands from his crotch for even a second.
As he walked in, what surprised him most was that nobody seemed surprised! He was nude and the few people who even bothered to look his way didn't even seem to notice or care. Glancing at the door to the staff area, where he knew he might fine some clothes or something to cover up with, his attention was suddenly drawn away by someone calling out, "Ric, you're late! Hurry up, this lunch rush is killing us!"
It was one of Ricardo's colleagues, Janeece. She looked to be especially stretched as she struggled to keep up with the growing queue.
"I just need to grab something," Ricardo insisted, edging towards the door.
"Screw that. Get back here NOW, we need help!" Cady, another colleague, insisted as he scowled at Ricardo.
"But... but... I'm naked!" Ricardo stuttered, as confused by their lack of interest as he was about the entire ordeal and how it was happening.
"Yeah, that's really a YOU problem. Right now, you need to do your damn job!" Janeece said angrily. "Get on the till, now!"
"O... okay," Ricardo said awkwardly, walking behind the counter. As he got in place, he noticed people were starting to look at him now, but nobody seemed to be commenting like they had been out on the street. He could hear whispering. They definitely knew he was naked, yet they just seemed to be enjoying the show, or at least not making a big thing of it. "H... hi... what can I get you?" he asked the next customer nervously.
The customer placed their order like everything was normal, though their eyes continued to roam his body. The next customer was the same, and the next, and the next! Person after person would walk in, smirk, stare at him and place their order as he found himself helpless to cover up or leave.
He had lost track of how long he had been working nude when he felt the same sensation he had felt earlier, the vibrations from the bike... which made even less than everything else that was happening as he wasn't even on the bike anymore. Just like th first time, he found himself getting very quickly aroused, leaving him working naked and erect.
A few customers after he popped the boner, Ricardo looked on in horror as he saw the next customer in line... one of his best friends! "Hi, what can I... get for you?" he asked, trying to act normally.
"Oh my god, Ric, what the hell!" his friend sniggered, looking him up and down.
"H... hi... hi... what... can I get for you?" he said, unable to say anything else, forced to stand fully exposed. Eventually he took their order and they moved on, but right behind them was another of his friends. How was everyone he knew suddenly showing up at his workplace? This didn't make sense, but he kept on going, working through the humiliation as he felt his blushes spreading right down his neck and onto his shoulders, turning him bright red.
The vibrations continued and Ricardo's dick began to drip, the customers somehow falling silent in perfect unison every time he oozed a little more to let silence fill the room, only to be broken by the sound of the drips hitting the floor. This couldn't get any worse. Working naked, after his public bike ride, with every friend he'd ever known somehow passing him in the line of customers.
"Ricky!" a woman suddenly gasped.
Ricardo's eyes bulged wide as he saw them next in line... his own parents! "M... mum... dad... I... I can explain!" he gasped before suddenly staggering backwards, steadying himself on the counter behind him.
"HE'S GONNA BLOW!" someone shouted again, and that was it, he erupted. The first dozen shots flew clear over the counter and into the middle of the seating area as customer jumped out of the way, laughing and cheering at the spectacular display.
"Oh... my... god..." Ricardo gasped as he shot spurt after spurt, watched by dozens of strangers and even more friends and family. "No no no, please..." he whimpered as he closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the coffee shop was gone and he was laying in bed! "Oh fuck!" he gasped, shaking his head as he sat up, looking around. "Oh my god, just... just a nightmare!" he panted, dropping back down onto the bed.
Reaching out to turn his alarm off, the sound obviously what shook him from the horrific dream, he picked up his phone. The number of texts, DMs and missed calls was more than a little worrying. As he unlocked the phone, he looked at the messages and clicked on one from his manager. [Exposing yourself to our customers is utterly reprehensible behaviour. Your employment with us is terminated. Don't worry about returning your uniform, we would prefer you never set foot on our premises again!]
Ricardo stared at the phone as he felt a knot in his stomach... it wasn't just a nightmare, it had really happened! "FUCK!" he gasped as he dropped his phone and buried his face in his hands.
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