A NAKED DAY KEEPS GETTING WORSE
Part One
A computer geek is humiliated by his co-workers
by G. Lawrence
Stories on Literotica may have multiple categories. This story could easily fall into Humor & Satire, for none of it is to be taken seriously. It's an absurdist romp. Nonconsent/Reluctance is also not a stretch. I don't think it goes far enough for BDSM despite the bondage and handcuffs. But I prefer Exhibitionist & Voyeur as my default category. Please note that none of the events in this story really happened. It's a fantasy. This story has mild sex and a lot of nudity. All of the characters are over 18 years old.
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Terry Holiday was at his desk on the 8th floor reading online erotic stories. His private office, down at the far end of the corridor, was rarely visited. He was the tech guy, and in the year since hiring on at Barlow Ferguson Financial, everything was running smoothly. Terry was not well-known by his co-workers, being quiet and shy, but everyone agreed he was a blessing come true. After a decade of computer crashes and meltdowns, they could confidently access their files without fear of collapse.
It was early Friday morning, and with nothing to do, Terry decided on a little adventure he liked to try from time to time. He opened the window blinds wide, not that anyone could see him from the railroad tracks below, and lowered the lighting. Then he sat behind his big desk and opened one of his favorite exhibitionist stories on his laptop, the one where the pretty college co-ed gets separated from her clothes by her mischievous friends and is forced to exhibit herself. He was getting excited and started his own part of the game.
First, he kicked off his shoes and socks, tossing them near the only door ten feet away. Then he slowly unbuttoned his long-sleeved shirt and dropped it against the filing cabinet just out of easy reach. His T-shirt followed. Starting to breathe harder, he pulled his leather belt from the loops, opened his pants, and pulled them down from his hips until they bunched around his ankles. The pants were removed and tossed on the pile with his other clothes. He read more of the erotic story, feeling his heart pound as his boxer shorts came free. The girl's best friend had now discovered her naked, but instead of helping, decided to tie her up. Soon Terry's shorts were gone, thrown on the pile with his shirt and pants.
Now sitting entirely naked in his office chair, he strapped the belt around his ankles and wrapped it around the swivel post below him. His legs were immobilized. He considered tying one hand to the armrest, leaving the other free to scroll the story on the laptop. Instead, he removed the handcuffs from the bottom drawer of his desk, usually hidden under boring quarterly reports, and considered playing with those instead. There were a variety of options that tantalized him, but he never used the handcuffs at work. That was too daring. They were just a visual aid to enhance the fantasy.
He was coming to his favorite part of the story. Now completely in the power of her best friend, naked with her hands tied behind her back, the co-ed begs to be released. But that is not what happens. Her friend confides that she's known all along that she is a secret exhibitionist, yearning to show her body to hordes of eager strangers, and what will happen next is a gift. The co-ed pleads for mercy to no avail and is led into an auditorium filled with hundreds of her friends and fellow classmates, and they all laugh at her. With love in their hearts, of course. They take out their phones and start taking pictures.
Terry was stroking himself under the desk ever more rapidly. His breathing grew short, his skinny body squirming with arousal. But he debated whether to ejaculate, not wanting to clean the carpet stains later. Then he stopped, seeing a shadow on the opaque glass window of his office door. The doorknob turned.
Oh, my God! he thought. Did I forget to lock the door?
"Hi, Terry," his friend George said, bursting in without knocking. "I know no one ever visits your zone of exile, but since it's your birthday, I thought I'd offer congratulations. Twenty-six now? You're only two years younger than me."
George made himself comfortable in the visitor chair, wearing his usual red polo shirt and gray slacks. Where Terry was average height, George was tall and stocky. His short black hair contrasted with Terry's wispy brown curls. Still startled, Terry couldn't come up with a response.
"No shirt today?" George said. "The computers down at this end of the hall do tend to keep the rooms warm."
"Yes, no shirt," Terry managed to squeak.
"Let's get the gang together for drinks after work," George offered. "You really need to spend more time with the other employees."
"That would be good," Terry agreed, still finding it hard to talk.
"You promise? No excuses?" George insisted.
"I promise to have drinks with the gang after work," Terry answered.
"That's great. Everyone wants to know you better."
Terry continued to slouch in his chair, keeping as close to the edge as possible. George noticed his friend's odd posture.
"What are you reading? Anything interesting?" George asked. He got up, starting to come around the edge of the desk.
"No, nothing interesting," Terry said too quickly. "Just tech updates."
"Tech updates have never made me sweat like you are," George said. From his new angle, he could see Terry wasn't just shirtless. Was he naked?
Terry looked at the expression on George's face, and George was looking at him. George saw the pile of clothes on the floor next to the filing cabinet, his eyebrows going up. He grinned. Realizing he had been found out, Terry tried to dive for his clothes. His bound ankles made that awkward. George was there ahead of him, scooping up the entire pile and retreating to the far side of the office.
"Now this is what I call interesting," George said with a victorious smile.
Terry bent over to unstrap his ankles, but didn't dare to stand up.
"Please give those back, George. This is very embarrassing," Terry meekly pleaded.
"Now why would I want to do that?" George answered. "I know about those stories you like to read. This sounds like the perfect situation. What is this called? CMNF?"
"That's clothed males and naked females. I am not a female," Terry objected.
"Well, I'm wearing clothes and you aren't, so that has to have some kind of initials," he replied with an evil laugh.
"What do you want?" Terry asked.
"I don't know yet. This is new territory for me. Get out of the chair. Crawl back in the corner and don't move."
Terry did as he was told, hunched on the carpet below the window. George took his chair and started reading the story on the laptop. He chuckled, glanced down at Terry sitting naked below him, and read more. Then he began to scroll through Terry's favorite's list.
"I've got to say, this is terrific stuff," George decided. "There's more here than we can do in one day."
"We? What do you mean?" Terry asked in alarm. George's eyes soon rested on another prize.
"Handcuffs?" he said, seeing them partially hidden under a magazine.
"No, not handcuffs. Those are just a joke," Terry said, beginning to panic.
"These don't look like a joke. They're made of steel and very strong. Let's try them out."
"No, no tryouts. Not going to happen," Terry rejected.
"I want to see you wearing the handcuffs," George insisted.
"You're not gay," Terry protested.
"Rest assured, my friend, this has nothing to do with being gay. It's far more fun than that."
Terry resisted. George took out his phone, punching numbers.
"Phyllis? Can you come to Terry's office? We have questions only you can answer. Yes, I know it's out of the way. And please, bring Megan if she's available."
Terry was stunned, looking up at George's unmerciful smirk.
"This is how it works," George said. "The ladies come in here while I sit you up on the desk for them to see, or I handcuff your hands behind your back. In that case, I let you hide under the desk and say you needed to step out for a few minutes. Which is it going to be?"
"How about you let me get dressed first?" Terry asked.
George huffed impatiently, got up, and threw Terry's clothes out of the office into the hall. The shoes and socks went next. The door was left open.
"Any more questions?" George asked. "Philly will be here in a few minutes."
"Handcuffs," Terry whispered, turning around with his hands behind his back. George knelt, taking his time, snapping the left cuff on Terry's wrist, and then closing the right cuff, using the double locks so they wouldn't cut off the circulation. Terry wondered how George knew about double locking handcuffs.
"I own you now, you naked little bitch," George snickered.
"What? What did you say?" Terry asked, the panic growing.
"Take it easy. I read that line in your story," George laughed. "And some lines that are a lot worse. But that doesn't make it any less true."
"What are you going to do to me?" Terry asked.
"I'm not sure yet. I'm definitely going through your story list. Have you ever ridden naked on the subway?"
Terry shook at the thought, both terrified and aroused. But he was sure George was kidding. Wasn't he?
There were footsteps in the hall. "Quick, under the desk," George urged, moving the chair so Terry could crawl in. Not a second too soon.
"Hey, George, here we are. What's this all about?" Phyllis asked. The 50-year-old office manager had short silver hair and a beaky nose. Her sharply tailored maroon dress went below her knees. Behind her were Megan and Annie, both young assistants about Terry's age. Megan was a bit of a smart ass, tall and shapely, with short black hair. Annie was more reserved. 5'4 and 110 pounds with long auburn hair, Terry had always thought her very pretty. Both ladies were professionally dressed, looking around Terry's rarely visited office. George knew Terry had had a crush on Annie from day one but never had the nerve to ask her out.
"It's Terry's birthday," George said, nudging his naked victim with his foot. "He went up on the roof to call his mother."
"From the roof?" Megan said.
"Some kind of weird tradition in Indiana. You know how strange those people are," George answered. "I'm planning a surprise party for him at the Rabbit Hole Tavern after work. You're invited."
"That sounds like fun," Megan said. "You should come, too, Annie. We all know Terry is sweet on you."
"Not enough to ask me out for a date," Annie replied, sounding frustrated.
"He's just shy," George said. "You may need to make the first move."
"I'll think about it," Annie answered. "So, this is a surprise party?"
"Oh, yes," George replied. "It is definitely going to be a surprise for everybody."
