Getting To The Pool Early Ch 23

Getting to the Pool Early Chap 23

As I unbuckled to leave Ryan's police cruiser, she remembered something. "Oh! I need you to give me your smart watch. The mayor wants to see you totally naked. I'll give it back to you after the meeting, if she tells me to."

Handing over my last vestige of clothing... if a watch could be called that... I exited the cruiser, absolutely stripped of any covering. I assumed it was a power play by the mayor, so that I would know my place as the 'naked male' in whatever meeting I was walking into. Being naked at the pool, or the gym, or my work was something I had some control over and had agreed to do with willing women that I trusted. Standing nude in the parking lot of city hall, 50 yards from cover, with no clothing optional contract is quite something else.

Knowing I wasn't going to be any less naked and exposed if I just stood on the sidewalk, I started walking toward the steps of the city hall. At least it was early and there wasn't much activity around this end of town, yet. "Good luck," Ryan called, as she confirmed I was going into the meeting.

As I was walking across the concrete, I realized that my cock wasn't looking very impressive. Nerves, pebbles under my feet, a location not of my choosing, and the cool morning breeze touching every part of my body didn't help, either. Remembering not to cover myself, I did sneak a few ball scratching movements to coax a little bit of volume back into my package before I reached the entrance.

As I started up the steps, one of the doors opened. A woman in uniform, with a black, leather equipment belt, motioned for me to enter there. Her short brown hair went well with her trim physique and tailored clothing. She looked to be around 5'-7", with full C-cups, and bright blue eyes. As I neared the door, she motioned for me to stop. Eyeing me from head to toe, she smiled slightly and then motioned for me to turn around. Facing away from her, I was startled by her hand softly stroking my ass cheeks. "Very nice," she whispered. "Turn back around."

As I face her again and start thru the door, she slightly shakes her head. "Your cock needs to be more impressive than that," she admonished!

Not waiting for a response from me, she roughly grabbed my cock and basically pulled me inside. "Come with me. Your audience awaits," she teased. "From what I hear, I'll be seeing a lot more of you, as if that's possible."

Padding barefoot and naked across the cold marble floor in this empty public building, our steps echoed. There were no other sounds in the building, except for a whisper of a water fountain or a coke machine fan running somewhere in the distance. I could vividly remember being here during office hours with dozens of people walking and talking where I was... except now I'm naked, with a woman I don't know holding my cock in her hand.

My breathing quickened. My senses are on high alert. Goose bumps popping up on my arms. I'm thinking the temperature was turned down to make me even more aware that I don't have any clothes on. Rather than take the elevator, we walk up two flights of the main stairs, increasing my exposure time in the open lobby atrium... my cock still in her grasp. Word of my visit must have been leaked, because there are several other women milling around to stare at me. As I pass, they follow along silently. As my eyes are darting around at every sound, each additional woman, or perceived movement, my guard stops us in front of a double door. Releasing my cock, she withdraws her baton from her belt. I'm startled by the cool, smooth club she is using to stroke the underside of my cock and to lift up my balls, like a was some kind of specimen to explore.

"You're going to need to be hard when you go thru this door," she said, with her club under my balls. "Stroke yourself for us.... Now!"

Shocked back into reality by her command, I stare at her momentarily before I dutifully grab my cock and begin stroking it back to life... in front of multiple women that I didn't know... in city hall... just because a woman in authority told me to do it.

Almost on autopilot, my right hand wrapped around my cock and I assumed a familiar rhythm. The guard continued to probe and touch the underside of my scrotum, while softly stroking my ass with her free hand... which added to the surreal-ness of the moment. Looking around me, I count 6 women, all smiling and staring at my efforts.

After a couple of minutes of effort, I brought my manhood to life and I had a more impressive erection. "Stop," the guard commanded. "Don't overdo it. You are presentable for them now!"

Not waiting for me to ask who 'they' were, I was ushered into the mayor's office suite.

"Be a good boy!"

As the office door closed behind me, it took me a moment to get my bearings. There was a secretary at her desk with a big grin on her face. "Good morning, Andy! That's a good look for you. I'm Denise. We went to school together. I was told I would be seeing a good looking, naked man if I came in early. I didn't know if would be you, though. Seeing what I see, I guess I should have invited you to some of my pool parties!" Pointing at a heavy looking door, she instructed, "go right in, they're expecting you."

"Who's in there," I asked?

"You'll find out," Denise replied firmly.

Flirting, she added, "Be a good boy. I typed the documents they'll expect you to sign in there. I can't wait to see you later!"

I remembered Denise from high school. She and I had a few classes together. She was on the girls' gymnastics and swimming teams. From what I could see, she still had that tight little body that drove the teenage boys crazy. 5'-4", 100 pounds, firm B-cups that didn't giggle when she did her gymnastic routines. Her family had a pool. I was told she always wore a tiny bikini in the summers... and sometimes, less... so she always had a nice tan for her swim suit for the swim meets. If I ever needed a mental picture to keep my hard-on, standing before her naked and erect was a great help... especially with the way she was looking at my package just across the desk from her.

Well... the moment of truth. In thru the door I went. As the door closed behind me, I was surprised that the office had several professionally dressed women. With a stern look from the mayor, I resisted the great urge to cover myself. Mayor Hayes, the County Judge, the City Lawyer, the deputy Police Chief, and the court scribe all introduced themselves.

"Hello, Andy," the mayor began. "You have been a wonderful topic of conversation among all of us. Each of us in this room understand power. We also appreciate the naked, male form. Your bold interest in displaying your smooth, nude, muscled body at the gym and then at work has been a sight for sore eyes. The legal way that has been worked out to allow you to do that has had the lawyers at city hall doing some further research into expanding that privilege to worthy, interested men. We wanted to talk with you about an idea to help you be successful in your exhibitionism! The women in this room hope to even increase the opportunities for additional, good looking, naked men to move freely within the city and county limits. Would you be interested in that?"

"Yes," I replied cautiously. I was really hoping that this was going to be the topic of conversation. Unrestricted nudity around town! What a dream come true. "What is the next step?"

"I'm glad you are open to this opportunity," the mayor began. "First things first. For the privilege of being allowed to be naked in our presence, the men must agree to be fully naked, all the time. Unless you leave the county, once you sign the contract to be naked, you are naked for as long as you live here."

"That won't bother me," I stated... although, the talk of 'power' and 'privilege' of the women vs. the naked men was kind of concerning... but kind of erotic, too.

"Good," she continued. "Since men and porno movies have insisted women shave their bodies for such a long time, naked men will also be required to shave or laser from the neck down... everything!"

"I think you see my preference for that, already," I joked. "I lasered most of my hair several years ago."

"Very nice," the County Judge purred.

"Let's continue," the mayor urged. "We have a few more requirements to go over. The lawyers tell me we can't codify anything illegal or immoral, but this will be strongly encouraged voluntarily."

"1. Unless specifically asked for, no nude male...under this contract... may touch a woman. However, any nude male must submit to any reasonable request from a woman...sexual, or not. It may be in public, or not."

"I can't speak to that one," I admitted. "What do you have in mind as being acceptable?"

"If a woman wants you to masturbate, or otherwise touch yourself, it can't be in public... or if a woman wants to explore your body... our attorney tells me that it needs to be inside an establishment owned by the woman making the request, or in an office setting, like this. If it is only something like posing, or something non-sexual, it can be in public. As you have already been told, as long as what you are doing naked doesn't break another law, nudity, by itself, won't be prosecuted. THAT is a state-wide law. Our ordinance is just more restrictive."

"2. A woman can require you to maintain an erection in her presence... speaking of which," pointing at my now drooping cock. "Fix that, if you please!"

As directed, I casually reached down and began stroking my semi-hard cock back to full attention before these five powerful women.

The mayor smiled slightly, and then continued, "3. A nude male who has signed a nudity contract must submit to any clothed woman. That is the price a man must pay to live in this nude world."

"Play with your nipples, too," one of them abruptly directed.

As I complied with my additional request, I reached up with my left hand and began pinching and massaging my right nipple...sending an electric shock from my nipple to my cock.

"I want to see him cum," the court clerk whispered breathlessly. "Is that allowed?"

"As you were just directed," the mayor replied casually. "You heard the woman, Andy. Cum for us. Get on your knees and get yourself off for us! And you better not get anything on my carpet, or you'll be cleaning it up!"

I was a little surprised by her directness, but I was also excited by my situation. Naked and exposed... and basically subservient to these women... I dropped to my knees on the carpet before the mayor's desk. I spit on my right hand and wrapped it around my manhood. I began lightly stroking my stomach, nipples, and chest with my left hand. Sitting back on my heels, I began to masturbate... just because they wanted me to do it... revealing to them what I did to self-pleasure myself in private. Under 12 watchful eyes...Melanie had snuck in... it wasn't very long before my precum was adding to the slickness on my engorged cock. Leaning back further on my heels, I locked eyes with Melanie, who was smiling sheepishly, stroking one of her breasts, and licking her lips. My abs tightened, my breathing shortened, my stroking slowed, and I orgasmed several impressive ropes onto my chest, stomach, and hand... to the appreciation of all the women in the room. Little did I know that the video of my performance was being sent to various other women in town, including my work and the gym.

"Rub your cum into your chest and stomach," I was told. "We want to see your dried cum crusted on your beautiful, tan body. Milk the remaining semen from your softening member and lick your fingers clean!"

Coming down from my sexual high, I willingly smeared the white, sticky goo all over my hairless body and hungrily licked the cum from my fingers. What a difference in me from when my former girlfriend smeared my cum on my body at the gym just a few days earlier! I didn't care if I got to work with dried cum on my body and smelling of sex.

I knew that this group of women were merely laying out the ultimate goal of the CFNM fetish. These last few days had exposed me to this world and this was just presenting the life I finally realized I wanted to live. I wanted to serve women. I wanted to not be in control or make the decisions. I wanted to be naked without hesitation or fear of arrest or scorn. I wanted to walk out of my house without worrying about clothing. I wanted to live in the conditions that the mayor was laying out, whether it was enforceable by this contract, or not.

After I regained awareness of my surroundings, I stood before the women in the room. I admitted, "I can live with that, but I'm not sure how many men would agree to all of it. At least at the gym and my work, the women made it worth my while, if you know what I mean. There must be some additional benefits for the men that choose to be naked, or you aren't going to have many takers," I boldly suggested.

"Actually, that's the point," the mayor shot back. "Part of the eroticism is your exclusivity. Plus, I can count on both hands the number of men I'd like on this contract. Your freedom to practice your exhibitionist tendencies and to show your body without fear of being arrested should be reward enough!"

"OK, I get that," I admitted. "What about my watch? Officer Ryan took my smart watch because you wanted me totally naked. I track my workouts on it. I use it to purchase things. I have my ID and driver's license on it. It can start my car."

"Well," the mayor said, thoughtfully. "Some of us prefer the nude males to be totally devoid of any covering, whatsoever, like you are now... but I realize that isn't always practical. Truth be known, if you had any adornment at all, I would choose a permanent collar with a chip in it to do what your watch does. I was talked out of that requirement by several of the other women in this room."

Wow, I thought! I don't know why talk of having to wear a dog collar made my cock jump.

Making her point, she said, "I think the compromise will be one item. It could be a collar, or a watch, or in cold weather, a pair of shoes. But never can your genitals be covered. And never more than one item. That would be a punishable offense."

"Punishable," I shot back! "How?"

"I'm glad you asked," the attorney jumped in. "We are thinking about some kind of embarrassment or restraint. A collar could be required for a period of time. Possibly a cock ring, with a chain to the collar...so that it could be considered one item. Possibly requiring a leash on the collar with a woman escort for a period of time."

The attorney continued, "since this is part of the nude contract can't to be written as a law, an additional agreement will be a personal services contract with riders signed for each individual man. The enforcement of the punishment would fall to the arresting officer, or the mayor...if the offense was serious enough."

"Who would issue the restraint," I said, following her chain of thought.

"The police, or my office would be responsible to assign punishment," the attorney explained. "You wouldn't necessarily be booked, because if would be violating a contract, not a law, but the methodology would be the same. Actually, you were going to be the test subject the other evening before you decided not to be taken in by Officer Ryan. Now, the thought is you would be held until you could be brought into city hall to my office for the decision."

It was at this point that Melodie approached me with a copy of the contract. "Sign here... here... and initial here," she instructed. Softly stroking my hairless ass while staring at my softening cock, "I'm in no hurry for you to leave, but I assume you must get to work. Plus, you need to be erect before these women and I'm not sure how soon you can get your little buddy back up after your little carpet show."

"So, Andy, do we have our first permanently nude male," the mayor questioned?

"Yes," I immediately answered.

"OK! Here is what's going to happen next," the mayor continued. "Give your house key to Melodie. While you are at work, someone from the Salvation Army will come by your house to collect all your clothes that you just 'donated' to their organization. It'll at least be a nice tax break. You will be left nothing besides a pair of flesh colored toe shoes to wear and a clear plastic poncho. If the weather is such that you feel you need for shoes or the poncho, THAT becomes your only item you are allowed to wear. The watch must come off. Otherwise, a collar connected to a cock ring will become your only item for a prescribed period of time. We may also decide that first offenders will have their cock and balls died blue with permanent ink...that'll mark the offender for a couple of weeks." That brought laughter from the women in the room.

"If you have a need to leave the county for business, you will need to get permission from the County Attorney's office to purchase clothing for the trip, which will be donated immediately upon your return. You might as well give away your gym bag that's in your car. You won't need that any more, either."

"We will work with you for input on how best to identify nude males in the program, so not just any male can just start walking around naked...although, we don't see that being too much of a problem," she joked. "It will just be a surprise to them if they get picked up for violated the rules in the contract, or are not shielded from prosecution if they perform something for a woman that would otherwise be against the law."

Finally, the mayor concluded with a curve ball. "Because you are our first candidate in this exclusive club, I like all exclusive clubs to have an initiation. Your initiation, and the nude males that come after you, will be a collar for your first week. You'll get your watch back from Officer Ryan after that. Melodie, would you be so kind as to fit our nude male with his collar?"

"It would be my pleasure," Melodie purred... turning quickly toward her office.

"Hey," I protested. "That wasn't part of the bargain!"

"I was hoping you would be insubordinate when I said that," the mayor cooed! "That just earned you a cock ring, chained to your collar. If we didn't chain the cock ring to the collar, you would be wearing two items....and we can't have that! You can't wear your watch until the initiation is done."

With a smirk, she added, "one more word and you get the purple dick and balls to go with it!"

I wasn't prepared for the initiation, but I was a little excited by the collar... don't ask me why.

As I saw Melodie return with my collar, chain, and cock ring, I feigned disappointment, but my cock betrayed me and bounced back to life.

Melodie was the first one to notice. "Ooo," she announced. "Someone seems to like the thought of being collared and chained," pointing to my recovering erection.

"Kneel down," she commanded.

I complied, sitting back on my heels, with my hands by my side. Standing behind me, she placed the collar around my neck. She secured it with a click, making sure of the fit and that the chain was securely fastened to it.

"Stand up and face the desk. Hands on your head," she instructed.

As I complied with my new instruction, Melodie grasped my smooth, rock-hard cock and balls. Smiling broadly while she knelt in front of me...eye level to my package... she took great care to clamp a metal cock ring at the base of my shaft and behind my nut sack, pushing my balls forward for all to see. Then, with another click, I was chained. It was oddly erotic. It was a sign of my submission to the women in the room...and the town, for that matter. It was a show for everyone that for as long as I lived in this town, I was to be shaved, naked, and subservient to the powerful women in authority. My cock showed my true feelings, with my purple veined shaft as hard as it had ever been. My shiny, engorged cock leaking precum like crazy. If Melodie had even touched it, I'm sure I would have exploded with another orgasm!