Ultimate Humiliation -- Chapters 1 to 4 -- rest to follow.
© Mr M. 2021. MF, MM, MFM, CFNM, HUMILIATION
Background: My first attempt at erotic literature. I'm exploring a fantasy of a male being 'exposed' in front of a group of people, looking at me purely to comment and embarrass me. I've never been a sub or even experimented with anything like this. Most stories/porn focus on females 'exposed accidentally' or even exhibitionism, with male exhibitionism seen as somewhat 'perverted.'
Anything will go in this story EXCEPT ch**d porn, sc*t, p*ke, tort*re or r*pe including any reference or fantasy to such subjects. I hope you enjoy it. If it goes down well, more to follow:
All characters 20+ and appropriate. ANY similarity to any real person is COMPLETELY unintentional. If there is a GENUINE concern of identification contact me and we can discuss.
Chapter 1: The Brush Past
A night out with the lads, great. I'd had a couple of drinks, but was falling behind the group, as I normally do.
I am a healthy 26-year-old, with reasonable looks, dark hair, and a decent physique, however, I was not a big beer drinker. I tended to prefer nights in, with a glass of decent red wine (or two), good company and a movie. Don't get me wrong, I was no lightweight and could hold my own. I just found the beer to be gassy, leaving me feeling bloated and full.
It was a mystery to me how the rest seemed to drink gallons of the stuff in one go without seeming to suffer in this way. It didn't bother me though; they were a good bunch and we had been through good and bad times since leaving school.
I spotted Kate at the bar, waiting to be served. I only knew her name, and I had never met her. I think I knew the name as one they had mentioned her in passing, perhaps they knew her?
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For those not in the UK, our bars may be a mystery. There is no formal queue as such, you just wait at the bar and the staff will serve you, generally in turn. There is an unwritten rule if the bar staff come to you before someone who has been waiting longer, you tell the server. If the front of the bar is full, you wait behind someone being served and when they move, another unwritten rule allows the person behind to take their place as they leave, pushing their way out of the people behind. It just works; however, it is a quaintly British thing.
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I knew Kate by name in passing but had never spoken to her. I'm not even sure how I knew her? Maybe one of the lads knew her and had referred to her. She stuck in my mind anyway.
She was stood at the bar, waiting to be served. I agreed to get the next (last for me) round in for the lads, so headed over to the bar. I ended up standing behind Kate, accidentally on purpose. I couldn't help admiring her figure.
Kate was around five-eight in her heels, just shorter than my six foot. She had long dark hair, shiny and smooth, finishing midway down her back. Her hair lay on her sheer blouse, through which her slightly muscular, yet still feminine back beautifully set off a delicate black bra strap, tense and clearly holding unseen treasures. Her long sleeves were opaque blue finishing in a neat loose cuff. One arm rested on the bar, the other resting gently by her side with her hand rested on her thigh.
She wore a tight black Lycra skirt that gripped her firm peachy arse, drawing in and gripping her firm thighs. I was mesmerized. Her arse, thighs and legs were stunning. She stood with one leg relaxed showing off a firm calf, her other leg supporting her sleight weight elegantly poised on her heeled shoe. It being winter she wore black nylon stockings or tights.
Her hips were wide, but not so wide as to be out of proportion, the tightness of her skirt setting her arse off perfectly. There was no sign of panty-lines showing, and my imagination ran wild with her in a skimpy think thong or better, perhaps commando? It was fair to say, from behind, Kate struck up a fine figure of a woman.
Fuck, she was SEXY as hell.
I was lost in my thought as Dave joined me and nudged me out of my trance, with a knowing look. He nodded towards Kate's backside and nodded at me. That nod between leary lads eyeing up an attractive woman in a bar, probably way out of their league.
Whilst this went on Kate had been served. Taking two glasses and leaving to my right I moved into the space she left. Her thigh brushed past my front and cock. I felt a twitch in my balls. Her thigh was firm, solid and brushed gently passed my semi-hard dick. For fucks sake, my cock continued to harden. With all the voyeurism of Kate's beautiful back, her perfect arse and feeling her thigh brush against my cock. What the hell was going on, I was only looking at her arse and I was feeling horny as fuck.
As she passed, I saw she had two glasses of red wine, she wore a silver ring on the middle finger of her left hand. She flicked her hair and continued, disappearing behind a group of people.
"Stop it, Phil," my inner voice told me, "You're out with the lads."
I ordered six pints, 3 lagers, 3 bitters which Dave and I took over to our table.
Chapter 2: Awakenings
I had stuck the evening out and the time approached eleven. Dave, James, and I were the only ones left of the lads, the other three having gone on to a local club. We didn't fancy clubbing, as usual, so decided to share a bottle of Merlot and finish the evening off in a more civilised way. The other three were two years younger than us, and it showed.
The crowds in the pub had thinned out considerably. Drinkers had left for clubs or home, and most people were now seated. The bar staff were starting to clean down and collect empty glasses. The pub didn't shut until gone midnight, so the staff went about their work quietly and subtly, without creating a feeling they wanted people to go home, even if they secretly did. Warm smiles and, "can I take these empties?" went alongside subtle wiping down of vacant tables, putting chairs bank in their place beneath the tables.
Our table was fairly central in the lounge area, and I could see Kate, sat at a table towards the window. She sat with her back towards me, and opposite another girl. I was still only able to see her back and sadly her beautiful tight arse and legs were out of view.
She fascinated me. I was entranced and couldn't figure out what was different about Kate. She was gorgeous for sure; however so were many other women I knew and many women I had been with. There was something different.
In the midst of my thoughts, I heard the word "Kate," and snapped back to the conversation. Dave and James were laughing hysterically, seemingly towards me.
I looked over, "What was so funny?"
"You are, you besotted fool," replied Dave.
"What?" I rather blearily said.
James headed over to order another bottle of Merlot as Dave got up and walked towards Kate's table. I was out of earshot and dreading what Dave might be saying. He could be a bit of a dick at times and loved a joke at other's expense, however, he could also take a joke, so he was well-liked.
Kate and her friend stood and followed Dave toward our table. Dave had his head hung as he returned, followed by Kate and her friend. He seemed demure and subdued. I looked at him, but he avoided my gaze and just led the girls on. My heart was pounding as for the first time I saw the front of this beautiful, gorgeous woman.
As Kate and her friend walked towards the table, slightly behind Dave, I watched her top, opaque blue at the front, show off the shape of her firm breasts and slim belly. Her tits shapely, moving delicately and slightly as she walked. The waistline of that tight skirt moving delightfully. Her skirt was shorter than I recalled from my ogling at the bar, finishing above mid-thigh, leaving so much of her perfect legs exposed to the world, yet just enough to my imagination, which was clearly filthy. She must have been about 25, maybe a little older.
She was laughing with her friend as Dave led them to the table.
"This is Phil," said Dave, indicating in my general direction but pointing more at the nearly empty wine bottle, "And James is over there," again waving generally in the direction of the bar.
"Phil, meet Kate, and Helen," again with some general vague arm directions.
"Hi," said Kate cheerily, as she sat down. She was stunning, and I was smitten. I took a sip of wine, emptying my glass, making sure my mouth was not so dry as I couldn't talk.
"Hello," I awkwardly replied.
Her voice was gentle, with a slight Irish twang, if I wasn't mistaken. I looked back at my glass and, remembering my manners in the nick of time.
"Hello Helen," I turned and looked at Kate's friend.
"Hi," replied Helen, "Nice to meet you."
Dave, looking at the lady's nearly empty glasses and my empty glass looked to Kate. Kate nodded and Dave shouted over to James, "Hey James, make that two!" James saluted acknowledgement, as the bartender approached him.
Kate sat opposite me, with Dave to my right and Helen to my left. James, the lucky bastard, got the seat next to Kate. Just my luck as he had a knack of getting all the ladies.
"They will bring the wine over," said James, taking his seat, lowering his eyes to gaze firmly on Kate's perfect thighs. Lucky bastard.
Helen was shorter, and more conservatively dressed than Kate. She had ginger hair in a bob style, a pretty face with a cute well-proportioned nose and mouth. She had very little make-up on, maybe some lipstick. With a natural beauty to her features, dark hazel eyes with long lashes and thin eyebrows, as is the fashion. It was fair to say she was very attractive.
She wore a thick long-sleeved black woollen jumper, masking her figure. She was probably quite slight underneath; however, her jumper could not completely hide a large set of breasts, trying desperately to show themselves off. Her skirt was not so tight as Kate's but still clung to her gorgeous firm thighs, which were thicker than Kate's. Her legs were also firm and shaped perfectly, covered with light nylons.
She crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride up slightly. My gaze caught a glimpse of bare thigh before Helen stretched the hem down to cover herself. My mind raced, thinking she had stockings on, wondering what was beyond?
Helen was really pretty, in a nerdy girl type of way. However, she was also sexy as hell and had a look about her. Her dark eyes would narrow occasionally. She clearly knew her body, and whilst hiding her figure beneath her clothing, she seemed confident. Her skirt riding up her thighs seemed to be less than accidental. I noticed it was slowly starting to edge up her thick firm thighs again almost as if she was teasing me.
It was clear to me Helen was a woman in control. It had to be said, I liked Helen and would quite happily like to get to know her (and her huge tits and beautiful thighs) much better.
