Walter's Second Day

** This story contains ENM, CFNM, FORCED MALE NUDITY, and NON-CONSENSUAL SEXUAL ACTS -- all characters in the story are adults.

**This is a work of fiction. If you can't suspend your reality to get into the reality of the story, then this isn't the story for you.

Day 2

Walter woke up with a raging boner. He pulled the blanket off his body to find his cock staring back at him. He sighed as he grabbed it and pointed it up at the ceiling. He admired the way it had thick veins traveling up the cut shaft. Its head was plump pink perfection. As much as he desperately wanted to, he didn't stroke himself. He knew he needed to keep himself worked up so it'd be easier to stay hard all day.

He thought about Chard on the train. He decided against spending the night with Chard, he needed a clear head before proceeding with whatever it was that it would be between them. Chad wanted to date, but the idea of dating his boss's son, the same boss who was putting him in this obnoxious predicament, was not appealing. Even Chad and Caroline's relationship was strained.

His bare size 12 feet padded across the floor of his room to the bathroom. He flipped on the light and admired his physique in the mirror. He couldn't blame the women for being so attracted to him, he was very attractive. While he normally didn't spend time thinking about something like that, he couldn't help it today. He watched himself rub his hand across his ample pecs. His skin looked so irresistibly soft. He cupped his left pec in his right hand and shook it, watching the bounce in the mirror. He ran his hands down his abs, letting his fingers slowly dance across each ripple.

His cock was at full attention as he flexed his biceps, then turned around to admire his backside in the mirror. He knew what it was like to fuck guys with an ass like his, it was amazing. It felt so good to get a nice pair of cheeks in your hands... or on your face.

Walter stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over his body. His cock went flaccid enough that it was sticking forward, but it was going to be fully hard again soon. He was worried that being erect so much would damage his cock or sexual health. He had a difficult time getting fully soft last night, but he figured he would probably return to normal when he finally came. "Mmm." He moaned as a stream of piss emerged from the mouth of his penis and splashed against the wall of the shower.

Walter put his aripods in and blasted "Worth It" by Fifth Harmony on his way to the train station, completely naked. It was a cool morning, which made his cock flaccid (still an impressive soft 6 inches though). Each step made his smooth cock and balls sway.

The men and women he passed on the way had a plethora of reactions: shock, anger, excitement, humor, disgust, and intrigue. Of course their phones came out. There was no living in this day and age without knowing a situation was going to be documented digitally, and the hot guy walking around naked with a big penis was worthy material to be documented for social media, especially when said big cock flailed around wildly while he walked at a normal pace. He couldn't deny that he'd want to snap a picture if he saw a guy who looked like Chris Hemsworth, his biggest crush, doing the same thing.

"You're that guy who has to work naked, right?" A woman asked as he sat down on the train.

"Yes." Walter responded unamused.

"You sound grumpy," she said.

The rest of the ride was uninterrupted naked bliss.

The busy sidewalk certainly proved to be worse than the train station. Walter felt hands on his ass and his cock, but there were so many people walking by that every time he turned to catch someone they touched the other side of him. The one block journey felt like 50 miles. He was the naked beefy piece of meat in a sea of suits.

Walter walked into his building and took out his badge to scan through security. The security guard on duty was a middle aged white man, Jim, who was nicely built. He had dark hair that was starting to gray. "Good morning, Jim." Walter said.

"Good morning, Walter." Jim held out his hand, but when Walter went to shake his hand Jim grabbed his cock and shook it like he was shaking a hand.

"Really?" Walter asked.

"Sorry, Walt, these are the rules now." Jim shrugged, sliding his hand across Walter's cock as he pulled it away. "Have a nice day buddy."

As Walter walked past Jim smacked his ass. He'd be lying if he said he didn't mind Jim touching him, he was cute and had that daddy vibe going.

He heard a woman behind him giggle, "I'd like to get in on that."

"Go right ahead, ma'am." Jim said.

Walter felt a smaller hand smack his ass then give it a squeeze. "Delicious." She said coming around Walter. She had a Samantha Jones vibe, she disgusted him.

"I'd say the same... but I don't like to lie."

Walter watched her dejected face disappear as the elevator door closed with her on the other side.

"Ouch." The guy next to him said. He was short and nerdy looking. The man dropped his briefcase in front of Walter, then immediately went to pick it up. Walter tried to step back but bumped into the person behind him, who immediately put their hands on his ass to stop him... but their hands firmly grabbed him to stop him.

"Sorry," the guy said as he picked up the briefcase. As he stood he turned his face toward Walter's body and his mouth ran along Walter's balls and cock, knocking his glasses off.

"What the fuck, creep." Walter said.

"Excuse me?" The man asked, stunned.

"What's your problem?"

"We all got the email, pervert. You're the one walking around naked! You're the creep!"

"You're one of the sick fucks who agreed to this, I'm just trying to keep my job. I'm a person with feelings, not your human lollipop."

The elevator opened on the second floor and the man stormed out, a couple of others quietly followed. When the elevator doors closed he felt hands on his ass again.

"Get over yourself, there are plenty of jobs out there." The woman's voice said. "You signed that contract because you like the way it feels to have people sexualize this body you've worked so hard on." Her hands rubbed his waist and then came around to his thighs uncomfortably close to his cock, which sprang from the tickle.

The elevator opened on the 3rd floor and the woman, who was at least in her 60s, walked out.

Then Walter felt a big hand smack his ass as a Tom Selleck type walked past him. "You're a fine piece of ass." The man said.

"I'm gay." Walter blurted.

The man stopped and leaned into Walter, gently pressing their lips together, his cock sprang to fully hard. "I'd never be able to agree to the terms of that contract because I'd want to suck that fat cock all day." He winked, then left.

"Damn." A woman behind him whispered.

Nobody else on the elevator touched him as he finally reached the fifth floor. He got off and sighed, glad to have a moment to himself. He looked down at his dick that was now leaking precum. "Fuck," he muttered. He wiped it off with his finger then brought it to his lips. It had been quite some time since he had tasted precum, he savored the taste of himself on his tongue.

He needed to have sex with a man, and it needed to be soon. He wouldn't mind running into that Tom Selleck look-alike again...

***

The women of the office valued Walter and Gary. They didn't treat them as inferior because they were women or like they were stupid. Gary was a nice guy who always helped everyone. He was a little cocky in those form fitting suits, but it turns out little cock was on the nose. They couldn't believe it when they saw the videos. The way those three women went to town on Walter, they knew he was hiding an amazing body under those clothes. Unlike Gary, he didn't reveal anything. And that cock?

"What if we could see them naked everyday? Like, a hot guy like Walter walking around completely naked and hard?" Kelly had said as they sat in the conference room projecting the video.

That's when the idea came to Caroline. She had to be quick, she needed everything to be rushed so that when the guys came back her devious salacious plan would be put into motion. The ladies worked hard on the contract addendum. They wanted to get Walter to push his boundaries, he wasn't the kind of gay guy who liked attention from everyone. But, they didn't want to push him too much that his salary wouldn't be worth it: so no sex. No making him cum against his will. No blow jobs. Just touching with their hands.

They quickly emailed the final plan to Max Bakshi, the CEO of all the companies in the building, the owner of the building. Their plan all relied on Max buying into forcing the only two guys in this office naked... naked in the entire building and at all work functions. They wrote up a rather flimsy rationale about how the men being naked would boost morale and encourage feminism because blah blah blah. Max was on board.

Caroline almost felt bad. Gary quit, she liked Gary. He was a great coworker, but if losing Gary was the cost of getting Walter naked, so be it. She got over her guilt real fast when Walter stripped down in her office and those big golf-ball sized balls fell out of his underwear. And that cock! She could feel herself getting wait just looking at him.

The rush the girls had when Caroline opened the curtains and there he was, the perfect man, jerking himself off on her desk. He had that cute embarrassed look on his face when he realized they were watching him. Caroline knew there wasn't a single dry panty in the office when he stepped out with that big cock stiff as a fucking board.

Gina had texted Caroline later that day and said it was so hard to keep her hands out of her skirt watching Walter's cute ass all day. Her desk was behind his, and because he was standing she had a perfect of his ass all day. She even sent a video of Walter scratching his butt, the way his masculine fingers pressed into that plump flesh nearly made her orgasm on the spot.

The way he had to get on all fours over the bucket was almost too much. His cheeks were so juicy that they parted just enough for them to see his hole. They were surprised at how smooth and pink it was while they took video and snapshots of it. Then, at the end, when he finished with his peeing and his hole puckered. Gina had never felt the desire to lick a man's asshole before, but she wanted to taste Walter.

The group chat was wild that night. The women had all gone home and orgasmed so many times as they flipped through videos and pictures of Walter. Some of them gave their boyfriend or husband great sex, though they were thinking about him and finding themselves wishing it was Walter's hefty cock inside them instead of their partner's. They couldn't wait to see him again the next day, in all his naked glory.

***

Standing in front of the door, Walter suddenly had a thought: what if he could spin this situation so that it was better for him? While his being naked was just a move for the women to ogle him and sexually harass him, he could take pleasure in knowing that they'll never be able to experience real sex with him. They'll never know what it's like to experience passion with him. They will never be sexually satisfied by him. He's just a prop to them, and they're nothing to him.

This new approach gave Walter the energy he needed to open the door. He strode into the office, cocky and erect. He could feel the eyes of the women on him as soon as he walked through the door. His cock twitched at the thought of knowing how bad they wanted him and now none of them would get the chance to truly experience him. Jaws dropped, eyes longed, and lips were bitten as his cocked twitched the whole way to his desk.

Walter grabbed his cock and started stroking himself, "Good morning ladies, how are we?" He smiled.

They were taken aback by Walter's sudden confidence in his nudity. Yesterday he was so reserved and uncomfortable, but today?

Walter let go of his cock and booted up his computer. He bounced on his feet, making his balls jump around aggressively with the slightest movement. Caroline stepped out of her office and immediately noticed all the women's eyes were locked on Walter and his bouncing balls. She herself understood the trance of watching those delicate orbs jump around... but they still had to be productive or Walter would be allowed to go back to wearing clothes.

"Alright, ladies." She called. "Remember, we can't just admire Walter all day, we need to get work done. If you need Walter's help with anything don't hesitate to approach him, I'm sure he's more than willing to assist you with any hard tasks, cause he's certainly dealing with harder." She gave Walter a cheeky smile, then went back into her office.

Walter noted the similarities between Chad's appearance and Caroline's. Chad was a masculine version of her. He was cute, much cuter than her, though. He must get that from his dad. It would be fun to have Chad here to play with, but there was no way Caroline would hire her son knowing the CFNM rule that was now in place.

Walter had barely checked his emails when the first woman approached him. "Hey Walter, would you mind coming over to my desk to look at this document I'm working on?" Vivienne asked.

Vivienne looked like she stepped out of an office porno, and Walter couldn't help thinking this was the first day she dressed this risque. She had long blonde hair, her ample breasts were pushed up and quite visible since her button up was buttoned downed. She had a tight pencil skirt on and simple black heels.

"Sure," Walter said. "That outfit is fabulous, by the way." He wanted to remind them that he was still gay.

He noticed her face twitch slightly, and that amused him. She probably thought she could turn him straight and get him to beg her for a fuck, but that would never happen. She smiled and led him to her desk. She sat down and pointed to her screen. "I've been crunching the numbers and I don't know if this is coming out right, get over here." She said as she gripped his cock and pulled him closer.

Vivienne didn't realize how worked up she was, so when she grabbed his cock and felt out hard it was she had to squeeze her thighs together. She couldn't believe how wet she was getting already.

Walter played her game and rested his balls on her shoulder as he bent down to look at her screen. Her hand never let go of his cock and stroked it while he read. He scanned the numbers, trying to force his attention on the screen and not the weak pleasure he was feeling in his cock. If it wasn't for his pent up arousal he probably would have gone soft. Vivienne may have been a pretty woman, but she was a woman... and she was lousy at handjobs.

"Looks good to me." He said standing up. "The only suggestion I have is improving your handy work, it's... lacking." He pulled his cock from her hand and walked away. Her jaw dropped, as did the other women's.

"Excuse me, I give excellent handjobs." She stood up, indignant. The energy in the room shifted. Walter turned to look at her. "You're hard, aren't you?"

"I don't know if you realize this, Vivienne, but I'm required to be hard. I'm not required to enjoy a mediocre handjob. If I wasn't so horny already that would have made me soft. I'm not a straight man trying to get an easy handy and telling you you're great. It sucked."

"Let me try again..." She took a step toward him, but Caroline intervened.

"Vivienne, I believe your work with Walter is finished. He inspected the report you asked about, did he not?"

Vivienne nodded.

"So you have no work-related reason to touch Walter. If he says you're lousy at handjobs then you can do some personal evaluation at home with your boyfriend. If you have questions about any other work you may see me instead of Walter."

Vivienne was pissed. Walter twitched his cock, mocking her.

"Thank you," Walter said, grabbing his cock and stroking himself in front of Caroline. He slowly twisted up his shaft, gripped the head tight, then slowly twisted back down. "I appreciate you looking out for me and enforcing the rules."

"You're not just a piece of meat, Walter, I stand by that. You're important to this company. Now, get back to work." She slapped his ass, hard. He winced, letting go of his cock, causing it to slap his stomach with a loud thwack.

Caroline went into her office and closed the blinds so she could pleasure herself.

Walter went over to the water cooler. His heart was racing. He didn't like confrontation, but he wasn't going to let these women take advantage of him while not making sure they felt just as uncomfortable. He also needed to fill that pee bucket by Friday.

He grabbed a cup and filled the water. He tilted his head back and chugged the water, then filled his cup again. When he went to drink he missed and spilled water on himself. The water ran down his chin and neck, it spilled on his chest and danced down his abs. "What a clutz." He muttered to himself as he tried to wipe the water with his bare hands. He slicked the water across his abs and chest, not realizing the erotic show he was giving the office, and their social media followers later when they uploaded the videos.

He looked up and saw the women staring, even Vivienne, who, through her anger, still couldn't keep her panties dry watching him rub his torso with water. The way his hand got caught under his pec and made it jiggle... it nearly sent her over the edge.

Walter went back to his desk, slightly annoyed that he was unintentionally putting on a show. He failed to realize that, no matter what, he was always putting on a show. An hour later he was well into his work when a UPS driver came in. Walter loved a man in uniform, and there was something about those UPS uniforms that really did it for Walter

Dave was their regular UPS driver and Walter had a serious crush on him. He was tall, easily 6'5" and had a neatly trimmed beard that had a golden/reddish hue to it. He had muscular arms that weren't huge, but you could see the definition in them so well that you knew you didn't want to fight this guy. Each of his arms were covered in tattoos and his legs were covered in the same golden hair as his beard.

Dave stopped by Deb, the secretary's desk. Walter wanted to run and hide, but there was nowhere for him to go. It was one thing to be exposed to the bitches around the office and strangers on the street, but being completely naked and hard in front of his crush was awful. His whole body was suddenly on fire.

Walter couldn't make out everything Dave was saying, but the end was enough... "for Walter."

Walter suddenly felt parched as he watched Deb turn and point to him. Dave's eyes followed her hand and landed on him, then went wide. "Holy shit."

Dave strode over, smiling. "What the fuck happened that you're naked and rocking an impressive boner?" He asked, setting the envelope down on Walter's desk.

Walter blushed, "It's... a long story, but I'm now contractually obligated to be naked and hard all the time.

"Well, at least you have a lot of gorgeous women to help you get off." He said, holding out the little device for Walter to sign.

"It's not like that." Walter responded. "I don't actually get off, and I'm... gay."

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Oh." He clipped the device on his belt again and pulled out his phone. "I gotta take a picture of you with your package, sorry, the one I gave you." He winked.

"Really? Can't you just take it of the package on my desk?"

"Sorry, man, company policy. These are restricted documents and I have to have photographic evidence that they ended up in your possession."

Walter grabbed the yellow envelope and held it in front of his groin.

"Are you allowed to cover up?" Dave asked.

Walter sighed, then moved the envelope. Dave snapped a picture.