August is hot here in Lobson, but an midafternoon bus with a broken air conditioner...jammed with commuters is just about unbearable.
The air or...lack of it...inside the bus was stifling.
Sweat rolled off of me in bullets. Leaning back, I pressed into my seat next to the window and managed to inadvertently press my thigh into the soft thigh of a pretty, young Hispanic woman in the seat next to me.
Her jeans felt rough against my skin.
"Sorry," I said, turning my head to look at her.
Her gorgeous brown eyes held what looked like contempt as they scanned me, pausing at my ankle cuff for a moment, before returning to her former stare straight ahead.
Instinctively, I pressed my hands together, covering the area between my legs as best I could. For some reason, the swaying motions of the bus always gave me an erection, and this time was no different in that respect.
The young Hispanic woman turned her head again at my movements and dropped her eyes to my hands.
I was covering myself to be polite but my erection was making it difficult. Raising her eyes to mine again, she shook her head slightly in disdain, before staring straight ahead once more.
The ride from the courthouse where I had checked in with my probation officer was long and torturous; made more so by the heat...but the worst parts for me were the stares, looks, glances and whispers.
People pointed. Some laughed. Some...usually young girls, often teased.
It was humiliating to say the least, but then...that was the intended purpose of my punishment.
My ankle cuff told the story...it read "Lobson County Prison System" in bold, red letters. I was sentenced to wear it constantly...24 hours per day, seven days a week, for 2 years.
And for that same amount of time, it was all I was allowed to wear.
Closing my eyes, I replayed the scene over in my mind for the thousandth time since my sentencing. The D.A. had offered a deal. It was a new program intended to rehabilitate offenders by allowing them to move within and participate with the public, but by constantly reminding them and the public of their status.
My jaw had come unhinged when my lawyer returned with the offer; however, the alternative was five long years of hard time.
Not being cut out for things like that, I took it.
After the judge read my sentence, they took me in a back room, removed my clothes and forged my ankle cuff to me for two years, locking it in place.
As a condition of my sentence I was not to leave Lobson County without permission from my probation officer, which was a relatively easy thing, really, given the circumstances of my punishment.
I later found out that there were varying levels of punishment intended under this new program depending on type and nature of the offense and whether the person was a repeat offender.
Had it been my first time before a judge, I'd have gotten off easier...perhaps being allowed to retain my underwear.
But since it was not my first offense, I was given the full punishment.
I was not allowed any clothes at all. I was to remain totally, and completely naked at all times for the next 2 years.
Whether society would be accepting of the new program remained to be seen.
But the ankle cuff served to announce my status. And since the pilot program had recently been voted in by the Lobson system, the public, in a respect, had no choice as of yet, until the test program had run its course...at which time they would decide whether to keep it or not.
So far, I was the only one in Lobson County to receive punishment under the new program, which meant that as far as I could tell, I was the only person ever (in Lobson County at least) to be forced to go completely naked in public at all times in all places.
Now you might think that this would be an exhibitionist's dream. But I can tell you the opposite is true.
Exhibitionism is a fantasy...it's not real. And it's voluntary. By that I mean that while many people get off on the idea of being "forced" to go naked in public...still, the control is eventually at some point in their hands.
Real forced nudity, as in my case, is no fun at all. You don't get to pick and choose where to be naked and not to be naked. You have to be naked everywhere all the time. It's not exhibitionism; it's punishment; it's humiliation at level that tears at your very soul.
And the reactions are generally less than appreciative from a mostly unforgiving public. As I said, it's humiliating beyond comparison. But, I guess, or at least at the time I thought it would be better than being behind bars.
I figured at least I wouldn't have to worry about things like being sexually harassed...but at times, that hasn't always proved true.
As the bus neared my stop, I took a deep breath and steeled myself.
Covering myself with my hands, I stood, and excused myself to the Hispanic woman next to me, indicating that I need to exit.
Smiling somewhat wickedly at my predicament, she didn't move. She merely waved, indicating that I was to step over her.
Carefully, covering myself with one hand, I held onto the back of my seat and stepped over her, one bare leg at a time.
At one point, I nearly lost my balance, squatting, naked, over her lap, facing her.
I looked at her. Her eyes bored into my crotch, hardly concealed by my hand. My erection was more than obvious, and she grinned without sympathy.
"Fucking pervert," she hissed in a thick, Spanish accent.
I blushed, embarrassed as always by my condition, before finally standing, and turning to press through the crowd towards the door.
"Watch it asshole," one large man said threateningly as I brushed against his arm.
"Sorry," I muttered, head down, pressing forwards.
Finally, the bus rolled to a stop as I reached the door.
I pushed the button and trotted down the steps, ignoring the ever-present stares and looks of disdain. You'd think that after several months I'd have gotten used to being the only totally naked person in public...but as of yet, I still hadn't.
Stepping onto the sidewalk in front of a group of people boarding the bus, I felt the heat of the pavement beneath my bare feet.
As the group boarded the bus, I was met with the usual stares of shock, surprise, curiosity and disgust. Two younger, perhaps college-aged, girls leered at me.
"Look, he's totally fuckin' naked..." one of them said, elbowing her companion.
Thank heavens my erection had subsided by that time. I stood, waiting for the group to clear with my hands over my privates...which weren't really all that private anymore.
"He's a prisoner," the other said, pointing to my ankle cuff.
"Wow!" the first girl exclaimed, covering her mouth. Then approaching me, she looked me up and down.
I noticed she was very pretty, but I tried to look away.
"Why are you naked?" she asked, genuinely curious. Her pretty blue eyes bored into mine.
"I uh...well," I stammered, uncertain how to approach the subject.
"Do you have to be naked?' she pressed, smiling.
"Yes actually, yes I do," I answered for lack of anything better.
"Wow," she said again, "that's kind of hot...hey, can I see your dick?"
Placing her arms behind her back, she grasped her hands, one in the other, thrust her breasts forwards and fidgeted slightly, from side to side. The movement was very sexy.
"C'mon Brandy!" her companion said, "we're gonna miss the bus!"
"I uh..." was all I could manage through my shame.
"C'mon, show me your dick," she said again, more urgently.
Releasing my grasp on myself, I placed my hands at my side...allowing my flaccid cock to flop free in front of me.
The girl smiled.
"Hey Kat!" she called to her friend who was standing at the door of the bus with one foot inside.
"Look at his dick!"
The other girl craned to see and smiled before prodding her friend again to board the bus.
"Well, goodbye naked guy," the girl named Brandy said and sped off to meet her friend at the door of the bus. Before boarding, she turned back and waved, then she was gone.
The bus pulled away leaving me standing naked as always on the sidewalk.
The walk home was a long one...about a mile through a town dotted with shops and a park, a library, restaurants, a movie theater and several gas stations.
Under other circumstances it's quite a pleasant walk. When you're naked however, it's a very, very, long way.
The sidewalk burned under my feet and I had to stop several times to cool them off in the grass on my way home...standing naked alongside the road as I did.
Traffic passed in both directions as I went. Many people had seen me about town before and had grown used to it. But many, particularly visitors or passers-through hadn't.
Cars slowed as they passed me. People honked their horns at the totally nude man walking along the sidewalk through town in broad daylight.
I'd long since stop covering myself...I only did that when necessary, say when I had an erection in close quarters.
My cock flopped and bounced in front of me as I walked.
Suddenly, a car slowed to a stop next to me on the road.
Three young women occupied it.
Taunting me with whistles and catcalls, they honked the horn, drawing attention to me.
I walked on, looking straight ahead as they rolled slowly beside me.
"Yo! Nude dude!" one of them shouted from the window of the back seat.
"Look at that cock!" another yelled.
"Hey baby! Wanna ride!" the one from the rear shouted again.
They followed me for quite a ways...ignoring them the whole time, I set my attention on a group of young men, three in all, occupying the sidewalk in front of me.
"Look, it's the naked fag," one of them said, drawing the group's attention to me.
"Hey faggot," he said again as I attempted to pass.
I knew I could have easily taken him, possibly one more, but I wasn't sure about three of them. Besides, part of the condition of my probation is to stay out of trouble...something that is often complicated by nudity.
Leaving the sidewalk to give them a wider berth, I stared straight on and walked on the grass around them, ignoring them.
One of them elbowed me roughly in the ribs.
"Hey you!" the first one said loudly. "I'm talking to you faggot!"
Still ignoring them, I walked on until they were behind me.
"Look at that lily ass!" they taunted me...but they didn't follow.
The girls in the car, however, where another matter.
"Hey dude!" the driver shouted at me, "you wanna ride?"
Stopping, I faced them.
"Look," I said, "I'm not out here naked because I want to be." Pointing at my ankle cuff I went on, "I fucked up, made a mistake, and this is my punishment by the court."
Leaning through the window, the girl in the passenger seat looked me up and down.
"So your punishment is to go naked?" she asked, sounding incredulous.
I nodded.
"Wow, that's fuckin' crazy," she said, not unsympathetic.
"Are you dangerous?" the driver asked, leaning over a bit to look at me.
"Do I look dangerous?" I stated flatly.
The three giggled at that.
"Hey, you need a ride?" the driver asked again, sincerely this time.
I mulled on it.
The day was hot and the sidewalk was burning the hell out of my feet. I was tired of the taunting that day and just wanted to get home.
My probation said nothing about sitting in a car with other people. And the idea of sitting with three hot, young girls was kind of appealing.
The one in the back seat pushed the door open.
"C'mon," she said, "get in...we don't bite."
