Legally Totally Nude

The letter was waiting on my desk when I arrived the next morning. My name handwritten on the envelope. I felt my hands shake slightly as I opened it. Were they going to fire me? I wouldn't put it past them. Mrs Beckwith had been very clear how much they all wanted me to succeed. And my time for the 100 metres hadn't been good enough.

The letter was typed. I read it through twice. Then sat back in my chair, not knowing what to think.

Dear Mark

Your training yesterday evening, though starting well, failed to hit the time we need to have a chance of winning the 100 metres sprint. Last year, the winning time was 12.2 seconds. We are looking for you to achieve 12.1 or better. We are therefore going to incentivise you to meet your target through the course of today. You will make yourself available to everyone in the office duties.

1. Every time a member of the firm addresses you with the words "Twelve point one," you must answer "Yes, Ma'am" and obey their instruction.

2. If the instruction demands you strip naked, you must obey at once.

3. If the instruction demands you touch yourself, you must obey at once.

4. If the instruction demands you submit to being touched, you must obey at once.

5. If the instruction demands you urinate publicly, you must obey as soon as you are able.

6. If you are commanded to touch yourself, orgasm is forbidden. You must apologise at the appropriate moment, stop what you are doing and place your hands on your head.

7. If you are being touched, you may warn the toucher if orgasm is approaching and your Ma'am will decide what to do with you.

8. You will remain in this position of subservience until 5pm.

9. You will demonstrate that you accept the challenge by taking the bucket from the cloakroom and placing it in the middle of the typing room.

10. Then return to your desk and sit with your hands on your head. After five minutes you may begin work.

As I reread, I could feel my penis start to grow within my trousers, stretching the cotton. I might not be sure about whether to accept this forfeit but my cock certainly was. I went to the cloakroom and took the old metal bucket by the handle. Like a milkmaid of yore, I carried it to the typing pool and, watched intently by six pairs of female eyes, placed it down in the middle of the lino floor.

I sat, hands on head, and waited for something to happen. For a while, nothing did. I took down my hands opened my folder for the day and scanned the legal tasks I'd been set. I was just about to embark on the first one when my desk phone rang. It was one of the senior partners, Lucy.

"Twelve point one. Mark, make me a cafetiere of coffee please and bring it to my office on a tray with a mug and jar of milk. With cock out, please."

I felt the bulge in my trousers bulge more still. This was hell. But it was a glorious way to be damned. I stood, went to the empty kitchen and prepared the coffee, set up the tray and took a deep breath. Then I unzipped my fly, pulled the fully erect penis out of its constraints and, its head pointing, the way ahead, I picked up the tray.

Helen and Moira were standing in the corridor. I think, with the tray at waist level, they didn't notice my stiffie poking out. No sign of sniggering behind me. Now I was at the door of Lucy's office and balanced the tray in one hand to knock.

"Come."

My cock preceded me through the door, its head pointing straight at the seated Lucy. She looked up, smiled, and gestured for me to put the tray down on a side table.

"Thank you Mark, that will be all. No, wait a moment. Just turn around so you're in profile. Ah, yes." She was gazing straight at my stiffness.

"Pull it out a little further, there's a good boy."

"Yes, Ma'am." I did as I was told.

"Now back to face me."

"Yes, Ma'am."

The head of my cock was bucking with desire, pointing at the ample cleavage showing above Lucy's formal white blouse.

"Very nice, Mark. Now, put it away, thank you very much."

I tuck myself in.

"You are dismissed for now."

I get as far as the door before she calls me back.

"The Gentlemen's toilets are banned for the day, as far as urinating is concerned. Do you understand, Mark?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"If you need to pee, you report to the typing pool. Now, off you go. I'm sure you've plenty of work to do."

I'd hardly returned to my desk before I'm called over to where Helen and Moira are still standing. It's Moira who summons me.

"I have some photocopying for you, Mark."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"The pile on my desk. Two copies of each."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I go to move off.

"Wait, Mark, I haven't finished."

"Sorry, Ma'am."

"Wearing only your shoes and socks."

This means I am going to have to walk naked through the open office, through the typing pool to Moira's office. Then walk back again to the copywriter, then back a third time with the copied documents.

Best not to think, just get on with it.

I return to my desk, take off my jacket and tie. Pull off my shoes. Down come my trousers and underpants in one go. I hang them from the back of the chair, my bottom poking out from the back of my shirttail, my cock sticking out through the cleft below the button of my shirtfront.

I step back into my shoes, grateful I'm wearing slip-ons today. Then I unbutton my shirt, hang it over my other clothes and set off past the open office where the junior solicitors work.

"Wow."

"Nice one, Mark."

"Nice socks, fella."

For some reason the shoes and socks make me feel all the more naked. I blush scarlet as I walk into the next large office, where all the typists look up as one.

"That's a nice stiffie, Mark."

"Pleased to see us, are you?"

"You like getting your kit off for us, don't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am." I acknowledge quietly.

The photocopier is in the reception area. If a visitor arrives now, they will see me pink and naked, standing in my shoes and socks, bent over the bright light of the machine. I am to make two copies of each page. I go about my task, our young receptionist watching with a smirk. I can feel her eyes on my bare backside as I stoop slightly over the copier. Opening, closing, pressing the button.

Finally my task is over. My erection is still meaty and full, displaying itself to the receptionist as I turn round.

I have to walk past the typing pool again. A few more cheers as I go past. And then I am in back in Moira's office, placing the copies in neat piles on her desk. Moira, plump and forty, looking at me.

"Come over here young man. The story that goes round this office is that I've never been kissed. That's not true, of course. But it is rather a while ago that I touched a man."

I was now standing right in front of her, the tip of my cock inches from her red and blue floral blouse.

"Hands on head, please."

I do as I am told.

I feel her hands on my chest. They run down to my abs and round over my hips, skirting my cock and down to my thighs. Then they run up the insides, brushing my taut testicles before moving round behind.

She pulls me tight to her so my cock is stuck upwards against the red and blue nylon. I can feel her breath on my bare chest as she kneads my buttocks gently. I don't know where this is going to end, but her breath is growing faster. So is mine.

She brings her hands round to my cock and runs a finger along the undershaft, starting at my balls and ending at the tip. Two fingers close around the purple head making a circumference. They stay there while her other hand moves beneath and cups my balls, cradling them and gently moving them from side to side.

Then her whole hand grasps my hardness and pulls me even closer to her. Gently caressing, rubbing, teasing. Then harder motions with her palm and fingers all closed against my hardness. The other hand is now behind me again, playing with my ass, making it hers. I surrender. It can only be seconds now before.

"Permission to come, Ma'am." I blurt out.

But there is no time for a reply. I can feel the cum surging up my manhood, splashing out in ropes of seed, covering her hand and falling in beads on the office floor.

I am given a moment to recover before licking her hands clean. Then I must lick up the floor. Then I am allowed to leave.

As I walk past the typing pool, still in shoes and socks, it is immediately noticed that my erection is no more. All eyes are on my now flaccid cock, gently curling down, pointing towards the floor.

"Twelve point one, Mark." It's little Georgie, the office junior. She is sitting, smiling up at me. All the other women in the typing area suddenly turn their attention from my nakedness to the young woman in the chair furthest from where I'm standing.

"I want to see how long till you're hard again, Mark."

There is a murmur of agreement. Georgie, tall and slender in a jacket and pencil skirt, waltzes up from her chair. She flicks my flaccid cock gently, tickles my testicles and moves her hands away.

My cock, still under the pull Moira's magnificent handling doesn't react. Georgie looks slightly crestfallen.

"Hands on head Mark. Let's see who it is who will make you hard again."

Fiona comes forward, lifts up the head of my cock gently, lets it fall again. "Not me clearly," she says.

Then Helena takes her turn. Stroking me gently, then running her fingernails lightly up my chest and down my back. "Me neither," she accepts.

Now the last of the typists comes forward, Prina. Dark skinned, dark eyed, dark haired she flashes a look at me. Without even touching me, I can feel my member stir. She unbuttons the top of her blouse, lifts her skirt a little and stares straight into me eyes.

To applause from round the room, my cock grows, grows, grows, till it is rock hard and pointing up in the air.

"Seven minutes. 14 seconds. Prina gets a wish, everyone," says Helen. "What would you like young Mark to do?"

Prina thinks a moment, walks round me. Eyeing me from all angles.

"I think we should keep him naked all day," she smiles at me while speaking. "What do you think, girls?"

There is a general cheer.

And at that moment I realise I need to urinate.

"Prina, Ma'am. This boy wishes permission to pee."

She smirks, revelling in her power.

"Pee? What do we think girls?"

"Oh, I think we should let him pee."

They point to the bucket.

Peeing with a hard on isn't easy. I decide kneeling is the only way to do go with this one and get on both knees before the bucket, letting my cock point over the rim. I force it down slightly so the urine won't run out over the floor. And, to a great cheer, I let the pee out in little bursts and then a steady stream. Blushing bright red, trembling at the gaiety and laughter directed at me, I am completely humiliated.