Tom slipped the jumper over his head, feeling the soft fabric fall over his bare shoulders, the wool slightly tickling his nipples - nipples that had become so used to being exposed. He looked down at his groin and ran his fingers through his lush pubic hair that had grown back, his fingers lingering on his glans where the ring used to be. He pulled up the cotton boxers and savoured the feeling as he pulled them up his legs and over his ass cheeks, the fabric hugging his cock in a way he had forgotten - it felt weird to have some support under his testicles. Next came jeans, he struggled with the buckle. Socks - oh how he missed having warm feet and SHOES, shoes made of leather, not rubber, and no fiddling trying to get his individual toes into the pouches.
The sound of Tom's phone vibrating woke him from his sleep. He was cold, shivering and exposed. He looked over at Natasha who was still asleep under the single quilt they had on their king sized bed. Tom had to sleep without covers as the rules stipulated here in the UR - although he did sometimes slip his feet under the quilt when Natasha had fallen asleep. It had all been a dream, he was still nude. 6 months and he still fantasised about clothes. He reached over for his phone, just a spam text message from the pizza shop informing him of the latest two for one deal, "why do they send these out at 7am?" he though to himself as he sat up trying not to wake Natasha. His morning wood sticking out, the weight of the ring in his glans preventing the erection from standing prouder.
Tom made his way to the shower, his ringed erection bobbing in front of him, and turned on the water. He stood and urinated, struggling to empty his bladder through his hard on - the urine arching across the cubicle but also dripping from the hole the piercing created in the underside of his glans.
After he had showered and applied the moisturiser and sun block to his body, the nude man descended the stairs, his bare feet treading softly to not wake Natasha. It was a beautiful day and Tom fancied a walk - even if it meant going out in public in the nude. It had been 6 months since he had to give up clothing and he felt more comfortable with his mandatory exposure now. His erection had subsided and he actually savoured the pendulous feeling of his penis as he walked around the house.
He opened the shoe cupboard and reached for a pair of his rubbertoes and the tube of lubrication oil. He had already oiled his left foot and was struggling to squeeze his little toe into it's rubber pouch when he noticed his old Nike shoes on the shelf. Natasha had forgotten to dispose of them. Could he? Could he wear them just once? Surely he wouldn't get into trouble for sporting trainers - he'd still be naked after all.
He quickly slipped his foot from his rubbertoes and slid them into his Nikes. He smiled as he felt the material against his feet and he wiggled his toes in joy, enjoying the freedom of not having them individually encased in rubber. Tom grabbed his keys and put them in his small shoulder pouch and walked out of the door.
"Morning Mrs Henderson," Tom smiled as he passed her. She smiled back and glanced down at Tom's groin before quickly returning her gaze upward. Tom realised he was erect again, the feeling of the shoes on his feet was really turning him on for some reason. Could permanent nudity lead to a clothing fetish he thought?
Again, Tom savoured the advantages of being nude. He watched as the women rushed about, hindered by their constrictive clothing. It was mostly women about at this time of morning, the only males seemed to be teenagers heading to high school. Some students crossed the street in front of Tom, 3 guys and two girls - the girls wearing very sexy short skirts and black stockings. The girl to the left had her arm around one of the boys. The boys were naked of course, their book-bags slung over their shoulders, their bare asses peaking out beneath. Tom watched their bare asses flex as they walked, occasionally getting a glimpse of their young penises sporting the mandatory prince albert. Their conversation was about usual teenage stuff, no mention of their nudity or the erection the blond boy was sporting. These students had known no other life other than enforced male nakedness and Tom assumed quite rightly that the boys had never felt material against their skin.
Tom was so engrossed in the students and enjoying the feeling of the morning sun against his bare back and ass that he hadn't noticed the police car pull up behind him. It wasn't until he felt his hands being grabbed and pulled behind his back that he realised something was wrong.
"What the.." Tom let out a startled expression.
"You are under arrest for breach of code 2 of the Male Nudity Act, you are not permitted to say anything," the first female police officer began.
"But I'm naked and.." Tom began but couldn't finish as the second police officer placed a ball gag in his mouth. The students had turned to look at what was happening and several other bystanders had now gathered.
"These shoes are not acceptable," the second officer replied before removing the shoes from Tom's feet and placing them in an evidence bag. "You must either be barefoot or wearing government issued rubbertoes. Secure him!" she motioned to the other police officer who approached with the securing devices she'd retrieved from the van.
Tom moaned into his gag and struggled as the women cuffed his hands, before running the chain from his cuffed hands up and over his head and attaching it to his gag. A second chain was run down from his cuffs and between his buttocks and attached it to the ring in the end of his penis. This was really uncomfortable for Tom as every way he moved something pulled on something else. Either his penis was being pulled painfully downwards or the chain was digging into his ass. Tom was led away to the police van and chained up inside using a chain running from his gag to a bar on the roof of the van. Tom was forced to stand upright on his tiptoes.
Natasha was getting worried, she'd not seen Tom for 4 hours when the police car pulled up outside and explained that Tom had been arrested for wearing banned shoes. Natasha was furious and was asked to report to the court that evening for sentencing - justice worked fast for males in the UR.
For Tom it had been hell. By the time he was led from the van into the court he had been locked inside for over 9 hours. Over the course of the day over 30 males had been arrested and locked in the van in the same manner that Tom had. They were all nude of course and gagged - the heat was unbearable and all the males had a thick layer of sweat on their bodies. Tom was pressed up against four other men - he could feel the ring of another mans penis pressing against his bare ass. Another man was pressed right up against his front, their two naked torsoes sliding against each other as the van moved, Tom's slick sweaty penis now erect and rubbing against the other mans erect cock. He met the mans gaze and they just looked at each other with a resigned sadness. Tom felt the slick sweaty floor under the tiptoes of his bare feet and longed for his rubbertoes.
Natasha was sat in court when Tom was led in and told to stand in a glass cubicle to await sentencing. There was only a judge and an assistant, and around 40 people in the viewing gallery.
