Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment only. The author does not condone anything herein; practice sex safely and legally. Any resemblances to real people, places and events (past, present or future) is unintentional.
Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist Chapter Seventeen: Taken
FRIDAY 07TH JANUARY 2022
Noah sighed heavily – if a little exaggeratedly.
It had been a long week for a school week that had started on a Tuesday. The four-day week after the Christmas and New Year holiday had been a drudging return to normality. Well... `normal' for Noah which involved nudity at school. However, Noah had earned sincere interest, respect and tolerance from the boys of Five Dukes Boys School. They treated the nudist schoolboy with affection and curiosity. The clear, plastic chastity cage around his small, 1.5-2-inch penis had attracted especial curiosity.
Explaining to his schoolboy peers what a chastity device was had been embarrassing.
"It stops me from getting hard," Noah told the curious group who had spotted him after he had stripped on Tuesday morning.
"What?"
"It stops me getting hard," Noah had to say louder.
"So, you can't get a stiffy?"
"Will your willy stop working?"
"Why would anyone not want to get a boner?"
"It looks funny."
Like his nudism, the sight of the cage continued to attract attention but stopped being the centre of attention. Noah was fed up with being caged though – almost as fed up as he was with the school day that seemed to be dragging in.
"Why are you sighing?" Toby asked.
The boys were eating breakfast at the first interval of the day – a short break between morning lessons. Noah was sitting with his legs crossed, his penis almost squished between his thighs.
"Yea, why so glum?" Mateo asked.
Noah's first day of nude term had started in September and in the four months since then, the boys at school had grown used to seeing Noah's hairless legs, little nipples, bare bottom and exposed penis. Anyone who had anticipated daily molestation would have been disappointed and the first week of the newest term only served to emphasise the true spirit of nudism.
Nudism was a natural, non-sexual sense of freedom derived from being naked. Being accepted for one's body and treated with respect was all a nudist could hope for and Noah never anticipated he would get that at school.
<<No answer is the loud reply. This must be what it's like to be around you. Prod him with a fucking stick, will you?>>
"Noah? Are you still with us?" Ronan asked – more politely than the irate voice inside his head.
Was it his imagination or did Herman not talk as much? And when he did, was he a little less belligerent or pass remarkable? Cognitive Behavioural Therapy strategies and talking therapy had helped to make things easier – from coping with Herman to managing his concentration problems.
"Sorry. I'm just feeling the January blues," Noah admitted.
"Aww," Amos cooed. "That sucks Noah."
Noah tried not to roll his eyes. Amos, Toby's boyfriend was too nice. Was he too nice? Was Noah just being a dick? Noah had thought about Amos a lot... not in that way! He had been asking himself why he was annoyed by Amos just being kind and thoughtful. Maybe he was still adjusting to the fact that he and Toby weren't best friends anymore and Noah felt replaced by Amos.
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"First week back at school. A levels coming up. You're not alone Noah, I think we're all feeling demoralised," Samir said supportively.
Noah didn't know how to explain that he was feeling blue because he was still in a chastity cage and hadn't cum since before Christmas. It was only three weeks but Noah was a horny seventeen-year-old boy. It was twenty days since he had last ejaculated and he missed not cumming every day – often twice a day - or at least every other day. It wasn't just the three weeks with no cumming, it was three weeks with no masturbation and no option, no ability, to cum! It was driving him mad!
"Not me. I'm not demoralised," Mateo announced unhelpfully. "You?" Matty asked Kevin.
Kevin was a new addition to the group. He'd been adopted by Matty and forced... encouraged... to sit with the group during the MPC (Maths, Physics and Chemistry) Exchange days. Kevin, like Amos, attended the Comprehensive so he was only a part of the group a couple of days a month when classes coincided. Kevin also attended Drama Club and Matty spent time with him outside of school.
All eyes swivelled to Kevin.
"What was the question again?" Kevin asked.
Kevin was a big lad who always looked slightly miserable and Noah had never seen him smile but as they got to know him, Noah realised he had a very dry sense of humour, he was sharp witted and listened to everything.
"Are you: a) anxious, b) blue, c) confused, or d) demoralised?" Matty asked.
"The fifth one, I guess?" Kevin said with an air of disinterest.
Steam nearly came out of Matty's ears. If there was one thing that annoyed him, it was people who did not take his perplexing queries seriously. Everyone else chuckled and were pleasantly surprised that Kevin had learned the art of messing with Mateo.
"There was no fifth option," Matty said through gritted teeth.
"Oh... e) then," Kevin replied.
It was quite unlike Matty to not loss his blob over someone not taking his question seriously but Kevin was special. Matty had the biggest crush on Kevin and would let his new big friend away with anything. Meanwhile, Noah was already feeling his mood buoyed but some functional nonsense.
<<How are you even supposed to solve the hat riddle?>>
"Can we do anything to cheer you up, Noah?" asked Ronan.
"I don't know... make the weekend come faster?" Noah replied amiably.
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"I've been thinking about that all week," Ronan said.
Ronan was responding to Herman but everyone else assumed he was talking about the weekend. The bell rang to announce the next class was about to begin so the boys got up to go. They passed a poster as they walked reminding them that if they wanted to submit content for the Yearbook, to contact the editors and that the school photo was due to be taken by the end of March.
Noah dreaded to think what his appearance in the Yearbook would look like.
"Can I ask you something, Noah?" Amos asked in a quiet but not whispered tone.
Ronan, Mateo, Kevin and Samir walked on ahead while Toby hung back for a moment, curious but then read the need for some privacy. He hid it well – skipping ahead to join the other four. Amos was a slight boy, with a delicate face and he moved with the grace of a performance artist... or a praying mantis (without the voracious behaviours – vivacious maybe).
"It's kind of an awkward question but do you not like me?" Amos asked.
"What?" Noah responded with genuine surprise.
"Or do I annoy you, maybe?" Amos added placatingly.
Noah wasn't sure how to answer the question. Either question. He wasn't sure he knew the answer.
"Why? Why do you ask?" Noah enquired.
Noah had been thinking about his thoughts and feelings towards Amos almost every time they were around each other but he knew that paranoia could be tricking him into thinking one thing when Amos meant something else.
"I can't help but notice, and I could be completely wrong, that you seem kind of annoyed at me sometimes?" Amos said.
Amos's voice was so gentle that Noah felt that annoyed feeling again. Noah had reflected that he perhaps felt the way he did because Amos was a more supportive friend than him. Which was a pretty poor reason for resenting someone.
"I'm sorry," Noah answered simplistically.
"I don't want you to be sorry. I want to know if I've done something to cause you to feel that way?" Amos asked.
Previously, Noah had felt Amos was heavy handed when asking questions – such as about Ronan's schizophrenia - but he was just interested in other people and didn't know anyone in the group very well so of course he wanted to ask questions.
While Noah decided how to respond, he felt relief that Amos hadn't thought he was transphobic. Amos was a boy and Noah had no problem accepting that. However, Noah guessed that Amos faced a fair amount of bad attitude from people who were not so enlightened.
The corridors were clearing and the boys needed to get to class – they had a special lecture on Chemistry to look forward to – but Noah stopped and sighed again. He had hung his head and regarded his own nudity – why was it he felt more exposed being called out for his attitude than he did being bare naked in school?
Three boys from Year 10 passed him by, looking back to see his caged dick topped with short pubes, the flesh showing through the clear plastic so his nudeness was not reduced. Noah was fine with the looking but less comfortable with the notion of them listening in to the conversation.
"You're a really nice guy, Amos. You've made Toby happy and helped him accept himself. There was a time when I thought Toby might never be able to do that," Noah admitted. "And you really care about people... like when you asked Ronan how he was coping with Herman."
"Well... I mean, Ronan doesn't really talk about it. I don't think he wants to talk about it but I wanted him to know he could if he wanted to," Amos said sympathetically.
"Ugh!" Noah rolled his eyes and grunted like he wanted to be sick.
Noah pulled a face and Amos realised Noah was joking.
"This is kind of what I mean. You're nice. Too nice. You make me feel bad about myself and then I feel bad for blaming you for how I feel," Noah explained.
"You think I'm nice?" Amos asked – perhaps missing the point a little.
The petite, elven boy wore such an honest and sweet face. He had sensed Noah's resentment (not that Amos would use such a negative word) and approached him without being confrontational.
"Honestly, you're the nicest guy I know. You've not done or said anything wrong. I don't know why I feel the way I do when you're just being kind," Noah confessed.
Why did he feel so antagonised by Amos?
"I must be hard to see your best friend with someone who makes him happy..." Amos observed. "Someone who isn't you, I mean."
Noah was struck by those words. Almost as badly struck was when Toby had called him a "slut" last year. Could it be because it was true?
"I don't want to be Toby's boyfriend," Noah defended himself.
"I know. Sorry. I mean that Toby really struggled to accept himself, like you said. You guys are best friends and in the end you couldn't help him even though I know you tried really hard," Amos said.
Noah felt it would have been argumentative to challenge the best friend issue. Noah was no longer sure they were best friends but they were definitely friends.
"How do you know?" Noah mumbled.
"Toby told me," Amos said with a smile. "It's not a competition though. I'm not saying I helped him and you didn't."
"I know what you mean. I know what you're saying," Noah reassured the boy.
"I just think maybe you're a little jealous?" Amos suggested.
Even for Amos, the words were spoken incredibly tentatively.
"I'm happy for Toby and you. And I wouldn't be a good boyfriend for him. I don't want a boyfriend... do I?" Noah asked himself.
"Me and Toby. Matty and Kevin..." Amos said thoughtfully.
"Is Kevin gay?" Noah interrupted.
"No idea. I hope for Matty's sake that he's into boys," Amos replied. "My point is, sometimes things sneak up on you. Maybe your reaction to me is because of something deeper going on inside you?"
The smutty part of Noah wanted to comment on the innuendo of things going on deep inside him but now was not the right time. Could Noah's resentment towards Amos be as simple as jealousy? Something about this conversation tugged at Noah's memory – just before Christmas hadn't Toby and Amos speculated about Noah finding someone?
Amos really was infuriatingly insightful and yet Noah still didn't think he wanted a boyfriend. He enjoyed sex and transient relations. He wasn't sure a relationship was compatible with that and couldn't imagine meeting someone who would change his mind.
"I'm sorry if I was being a jackass," Noah apologised as they started walking to class.
Amos grinned and sniggered.
"I've seen you ass, Noah. You've nothing to be sorry about in that department," Amos joked.
"Great! And now you're funnier than me," Noah said huffily but he smiled and laughed as he said it.
SATURDAY 08TH JANUARY 2022
The previous weekend had been the first and second of January. Noah had hoped to participate in an EMARP before returning to school but for some reason the pornography studio had not been filming on New Year's Day.
Noah had been very keen to participate in an EMARP because he hadn't been able to masturbate or cum since Saturday 18TH DECEMBER at approximately 4PM. Not that he was keeping track or anything. That was just under twenty-one days ago... Twenty days and twenty hours... five hundred hours! Approximately twenty to forty missed wanks depending how horny Noah was!
Being locked up over the Christmas holidays hadn't been too bad – apart from the persistent desire to jerk off and the discomfort of being physically unable to get fully aroused. A few times he had leaked precum and Noah had put his hand underneath the cage capture the runoff and eat the cum-like secretion.
Daniel had laughed when he saw the cage. He took pictures and shared them on Sextr – the microblogging, dating and social media app. Noah was not sure if his face was visible in the pictures. On the other hand, he had shared a stripping and masturbation video on Sextr when he was only fifteen so Noah could hardly complain about Dan's decision-making.
His dad and Jamie were more supportive – on Christmas Eve into Christmas morning, they have been very supportive indeed. The fact that the cage was made of clear plastic meant his flaccid penis had always been visible – as it always was when he wandered around the house undressed.
Returning to school had been more of a challenge – questions about wearing a chastity device had, surprisingly, been interested and fascinated. Of course, Mr Cooke had made a big effort to call attention to it.
"I know everyone has been curious about our resident nudist, Noah... Noah... what is that thing on your willy?" Mr Cooke asked.
"Lol. Willy."
Did someone actually say "lol?"
"It's a chastity device, sir," Noah replied.
He had already explained it to several groups of boys so maybe a Thursday morning assembly was the best place to explain again – everyone in Years 10-13 would be present.
"What does it do, Noah?" Mr Cooke asked as if he didn't know.
"It stops me from getting hard, Mr Cooke," Noah replied.
"Oh dear. Not being able to get an erection at your age, how unfortunate," Mr Cooke mocked.
There were giggles and laughter at Noah's expense and Mr Cooke moved on to talk about the Yearbook and school photo.
Despite all his adventures to date, Noah was sincerely humiliated by the hard-on preventing device. His persistently limp little dick was topped with short pubes despite them now being fully grown. His balls were merely fuzzy with downy hair. The whole adolescent package was on show through the transparent chastity device – emphasising it even more than his "normal" nudity did.
Noah could not wait to get it off. Moreover, Noah could not wait to get off.
"Is today the big day?" Daniel asked.
Noah was at the kitchen sink and washing up.
"Yup," Noah replied happily.
Noah had told Dan about his plans for another EMARP – keeping his brother in the loop. Noah and Daniel's closeness was a double-edged sword – it helped Noah feel safe to know that Dan knew pretty much everything. However, it meant that Dan knew pretty much everything.
Noah was faintly surprised Dan hadn't posted on Sextr about him performing at a sexual roleplaying event. With their dad back in America for another few months, the household routine was pretty much returned to its status quo of mockery and fraternal infighting.
"I was reading that your penis size can permanently shrink if you wear a chastity cage too long," Daniel said conversationally.
Noah looked around sharply, his face lined with worry.
"Really?" Noah asked. "Nah, you're taking the piss."
"One hundred percent telling the truth, little brother," Daniel said.
He emphasised the word "little" and punctuated it with a nod to the two-inch lump between Noah's thighs.
"Permanent?" Noah asked with a high inflection.
"Yea. Men... and boys... have up to forty erections a day. The penis is a spongy tissue that needs to maintain erectile health," Dan explained. "Chasity cages prevent erection and eventually the penis losses its ability to get hard. The penis shrinks and can eventually stop working completely."
"Well how long does that take?" Noah squeaked.
"Two or three weeks, I think?" Daniel said casually.
"Dan! I've been locked up for three weeks!" Noah panicked.
Daniel exploded into laugher at Noah's face – he felt guilty about freaking his little brother out but what kind of brother would he be if he didn't?
"You lying fuck!" Noah said but he was too relieved to be too angry.
"I wasn't totally lying, little boy. I wanted to make sure that thing was safe for you to keep wearing but it takes years of persistent chastity for those consequences to happen," Daniel consoled.
"Good. That's a relief," Noah said.
"Hope they haven't lost the key," Dan said casually.
Noah left Daniel in the kitchen and went up to his bedroom to get dressed. He looked out his window and saw Ryan, his neighbour, and Scott. Noah reminisced about the days when Scott used to clean the windows and looked in to catch Noah jerking off. The intimate boys in Noah's life came and went but he missed some of them more than others.
Ryan and Scott faced an uphill struggle with their relationship because Ryan's dad didn't know he was gay. Also, Ryan's dad was an arse biscuit. Noah started getting dressed, rather cryptically told not to wear anything he wanted to get back. While pulling on his clothes, Noah continued to watch Ryan and Scott who were in the throes of what looked like a tense conversation. By the time Noah was dressed, Scott was walking off alone.
Noah trotted downstairs and bode Daniel farewell before putting on his winter jacket. Noah was dressed in jeans that were a few years old but actually too big for him (hand me downs from Dan from when he was sixteen – on Noah, they were baggy but he preferred skinny jeans because he was a twink and gay). He wore an old short-sleeved t-shirt too.
As he left his own driveway, Noah raised his hand to wave at Ryan who was milling pointlessly around the garden. Ryan surprised Noah by walking out and jogging to meet him.
"Going somewhere?" Ryan asked.
"Kind of," Noah said – the closed reply signalling he had no intention of saying where.
Noah and Ryan hadn't got off to the best start – Noah hadn't been sure if he trusted or even liked Ryan but had had gotten to know him a little and discovered the boy was quite nice. He was scared of his dad and had a major crush on Scott which was reciprocated but difficult to consummate.
"I saw Scott was over to see you," Noah said.
"Oh... yea..." Ryan replied and Noah half expected the answer to be as closed as his was. "We were having a debate."
"Oh? What about? I mean, none of my business but if you wanted to..." Noah started to say.
"We were debating about telling people, including our parents, about us being together," Ryan said unenthusiastically."
"Hmm," Noah replied – already sensing where this was going.
"Scott's parents are actually pretty cool. Mr McCraig knows Scott is gay and Scott's brother Rob has moved in with his boyfriend but Mr McCraig doesn't know about me and Scott being together," Ryan explained. "And my dad doesn't know anything about anything. About me or Scott."
"That... that must be really hard," Noah commented.
The cold air made them both chitter a little. It was not freezing but it was cold.
"He'll never understand. I don't think my dad will ever accept me," Ryan confessed – his face was serious, worried and scared.
"So, you and Scott argued because he wants to tell people and you don't?" Noah said without accusation.
Surprisingly though, Ryan looked at Noah sharply.
"What? No... I want to tell people," Ryan said. "My dad will never accept me. He's a bully. I'm one birthday away from him throwing me out or thinking eighteen means he can beat me... If he's never going to accept me anyway, I figure I've got nothing to lose."
"Wow. Ok," Noah said.
"Scott is really worried about me telling my dad," Ryan admitted.
"Is that why Scott doesn't want to tell people?" Noah asked carefully.
"Partly, but also because we've been almost dating for a while but things kept getting in the way... including sexy nudist neighbours," Ryan commented wryly. "But now we're finally properly trying to date and Scott wants us to have a chance to just be us. He thinks once our friends and family find out, it will change what our relationship feels like."
"Maybe it will?" Noah agreed but he was no expert on relationships.
"Maybe," Ryan agreed. "I just... I want to feel like I'm making progress. I want... I don't know."
Although Ryan said he didn't know, Noah got the sense that Ryan knew exactly what he wanted to say and exactly what he wanted to do. Ryan had chosen not to share that with Noah. They reached the end of another street and Ryan stopped.
"Ryan, are you ok?" Noah asked concernedly.
"Yea. I'm ok. Thanks for the talk. Or for listening, I mean," Ryan said.
"If you ever need me, I'm right across the road. Except when I'm going out... like now," Noah joked but the offer was sincere. "I'll lend you my ears anytime."
"Thanks," Ryan replied. He turned on his heel and started to walk away: "Friends!" Ryan called over his shoulder as he departed. "Romans!" he continued as he began his return journey. "Countrymen!"
"Lend me your ears," Noah muttered.
Noah arrived at the Refined Arts Workshop (RAW) Studio with plenty of time to spare. He had been asked to arrive early so he could get the cock cage off before the day's scenario. Noah walked into the main entrance and saw activity he'd never been witness to before.
A team of people with all manner of equipment were hard at work constructing or reconstructing the interior of the building. There was some complex joinery involved in erecting the partitions that would make new rooms and corridors but what occurred to Noah was that the set was unlikely to be ready in the next half hour.
So, were would today's scenario take place? Unless a construction site was the scenario?
"Good afternoon Noah," Mr Godetia said.
"Hello Mason," Noah replied. "I don't think I've ever seen this place as a work in progress before."
"This shouldn't take too long. Some of the sets are packed away in between uses, some are brand new and take time to construct for the first time. This is the former," Mason explained.
"So, what is the next theme?" Noah asked.
"A surprise as always Noah," Mason said with a grin. "Come on. We'll get that cage off you."
Noah was taken on a circuitous route that avoided a spoilery look at the set being built in the main area of the building. The changing rooms were behind the main hall – the RAW had been a school in it' past life – and remained free from the traffic of sexy workmen.
They weren't all sexy.
When Noah was shown into his changing room, he was surprised to find Clark. Noah had met the young man in his previous EMARP. Clark was very handsome – tall with intense blue eyes and black hair. His black beard was short but his cheeks and neck were smooth. Also, he was straight but was gay for pay.
"Clark is going to take the cage off for you. I'll leave you to it. You know what to do after this?" Mason addressed Clark.
"Yes boss," Clark replied facetiously.
Mr Godetia closed the door behind him, telling Noah to have fun as he left the room.
"Good to see you again," Noah said.
"You too, little guy," Clark said without sounding condescending. "Do you want to take off your jacket?"
Noah removed his jacket and put it over the back of a chair. The short-sleeved t-shirt was old – actually, like the jeans, it was one of Dan's from five or six years ago when he had been Noah's age. Dan was a big lad now but even at the age of seventeen, Daniel had been a bigger build than Noah was now.
"Maybe drop your jeans and underwear to your knees so we can take that thing off you," Clark said next.
Noah did so – without hesitation or complaint. He was so used to whipping is dick out, he didn't even think about it. Noah's baggy jeans and underpants were pulled to just above his knees.
"I'm pretty sure Mason is recording this," Clark said conversationally. "As an extra feature or something."
"Is he expecting something exciting to happen?" Noah asked.
Clark sat in a chair, bringing Noah's penis to chest height. Clark reached forward and pulled Noah by the buttocks so he came closer. Noah imagined his cock in Clark's mouth.
"No. But I think he likes the idea of a straight boy handling a gay boy's cock," Clark explained.
In his mid-twenties, Clark was less a boy and more of a lad, a dude, a guy, a young man or a man; however, Noah didn't want to be argumentative, besides – he liked being touched by boys. Noah looked at Clark with renewed interest as the handsome young man smiled and fished a key from his pocket.
"You think it's strange? That a straight guy would touch other men. Have sex with guys?" Clark asked.
Clark held the plastic case of the cage as he worked the key into the mechanism.
"Not really," Noah said honestly. "Straight, hetero-flexible, the Kinsey scale... sexuality is so much more than one thing or another thing."
"This is why I love gay guys. You understand better than my straight mates do," Clark admitted.
Clark twisted the key and the cage popped open. Working the hinge until it pulled away and Noah's penis was finally free. Clark set the chastity device aside and then cupped Noah's genitals in his hand.
"There you go," Clark said with the affection of a big brother.
The kind of big brother who fondles his little brothers balls or barebacks him and then eats his own jizz from the hole. If anything, knowing Clark was straight enhanced Noah's appreciation of him.
"How long have you been doing this job?" Noah asked.
Clark let go of Noah's penis which was just as well because three weeks of being locked up had cause sensitivity Noah had not expected. He was usually adept at staying flaccid but Noah's dick was already swelling to half-mast.
"Since I was eighteen," Clark replied. "I'm nearly twenty-three now and I'll be graduating soon..."
"What are you studying?" Noah asked.
"Medicine," Clark replied with an embarrassed chuckle.
He was embarrassed because the idea of a colleague, mentor or patient recognising him from porn was a humiliating thought. Noah pulled up his underwear and jeans.
"That's a stressful job. My dad is a surgical consultant. He specialises in laparoscopic surgery," Noah said without boasting.
"For sure it's going to be more stressful than this job. Here I just turn up and they give me a police uniform and tell me to strip search someone," Clark said.
"Oh, that sounds exciting," Noah cooed.
"Or they give me overalls and tell me to..."
"Erect a stud partition wall?" Noah interrupted as the sound of drilling could be heard from the main hall.
Clark laughed, "More like slam a stud against a wall."
"Is that the agenda for today?" Noah asked.
"Not exactly," Clark said. "Mason says you like to be surprised?"
"I do," Noah admitted.
"Cool..." Clark responded but he sounded reticent. "Well, I hate to ruin it but I feel like I should warn you. Don't be scared, ok?"
"Ok..." Noah said.
Clark went to the door of the changing room and opened it. Noah had enough time to recognise a few boys from past adventures: Dale and Markus. Dale was in his mid-late twenties and Markus only eighteen (or perhaps nineteen now) but they were among the more assertive and confident of the actors Noah had worked with.
Noah didn't even have time to smile in recognition or to say "hi" because they rushed into the room and threw something over his head. Noah's protests were muffled by the pillowcase or sack or whatever it was and his arms were wrenched behind his back. Noah found himself half pushed and half carried as he was hustled out of the room.
"Hey!" Noah muffled his protests as he was transported through the building.
Being manhandled by three men was disconcerting – is this how easy it would be to kidnap him?
"Where are you taking me?" Noah complained.
Noah was very quickly disorientated but he was moved farther from the sounds of the workmen constructing the new set. Noah felt cold sting his arms as he was led outside. Where were they going? Noah knew the RAW Studio had outdoor sets and facilities, emulating a busy town centre. He stepped off the pavement and onto the road and then he felt grass beneath his feet.
A door creaked open and Noah was roughly thrown into a chair that rocked as his weight was pushed into it but then settled on its four legs. There was a small outbuilding on the far edge of the campus on which the RAW was based.
Noah's restrained arms were pulled behind the backrest and secured together but his hands were not actually tied to the chair. The sack was pulled off his head, causing Noah to blink and squint. Noah had been transported to what looked like a shed – it smelled musty and stale inside. The chair was plumped in the middle of the small room which was brightly lit with chinks of daylight showing though the old planks that made up the walls of the outbuilding. It looked like the kind of place where boys would go to smoke or fool around. Unfortunately, there weren't any boys fooling around at the moment though, as Noah looked at the three young men who had hustled him in here, Noah suspected that was about to change.
Noah's sight was cut off again as a blindfold was thrown over his eyes and tied with a single knot at the back of his head. Noah gave his hands and legs an experimental tug but they were effectively secured.
"What are you guys doing to me?" Noah complained. "What do you want?"
"You're being held ransom," Dale explained.
His distinctive, slightly effeminate, voice was recognisable. Noah accepted that he was going to be kept blind folded and would need to know the fellow actors by voice only.
"Yea. Your father will pay a heavy price," Markus added.
"To get me back safely?" Noah asked with a tremor in his voice.
"To avoid embarrassment," Clark answered.
"What do you mean?" Noah asked but no answer came. "What do you mean?"
"We have your son, Mr Flood," Markus said – his deep voice the perfect choice for the narrator.
Since this scenario was being presented as a kidnapping/ hostage/ ransom situation, Noah presumed the commentary was for the benefit of a camera.
"We were sure you'd pay to get him back but then we'd have to hold him and entertain him while you play for time or call the police or try to negotiate," Markus continued.
"So, let's skip to the part where you agree to give us money and we don't make this tape public. It would be very embarrassing for you and Noah. Very embarrassing for your business..." Clark elaborated.
"We know how important your brand and reputation are so you wouldn't want anyone seeing this..." said Dale.
"This" was punctuated by a pair of scissors against the left sleeve or Noah's t-shirt. It bit into the fabric and sliced up to the top towards his shoulder. They cut through the neckline and Noah's clavicle and scapula were exposed.
Someone else worked on the other side, cutting the underside of the opposite sleeve – whoever it was effectively cut the fabric but was careful not to jab Noah's armpit with the point of the scissors.
Noah felt sharp tugging and then a ripping sound as the t-shirt ripped from his armpit all the way down the right seam of the t-shirt.
"No! Leave my clothes alone. Please," Noah complained.
The t-shirt was pulled aside to expose Noah's right nipple.
"Oh, look at that," Markus crowed for the camera that was recording every moment.
The scissors returned, this time cutting through the neckline of the t-shirt at the front and back. Strong hands pulled sharply and Noah felt a surge of shock, awe and fear as the clothing was not just cut but ripped from his body. Two of the gang were working in tandem to completely destroy his t-shirt until it parted in the middle.
The ruined t-shirt was pulled away. It occurred to Noah that this was his second EMARP in a row that involved the destruction of his clothes.
"What beautiful nipples your little boy has, Mr Flood," said Dale.
Then Dale, Noah assumed, put his mouth over one of the exposed nipples and sucked. Noah rocked in the chair – pleasure and the need to appear to resist overpowered him.
"Stop it. Don't do this to me," Noah pleaded.
"We haven't even started," Markus responded. "You think your daddy is going to give us a million pounds because we sent him a video of his son getting a t-shirt cut off?"
"No, we have big plans for you," Clark whispered.
Then someone reached over Noah and unbuttoned his jeans. Someone else took scissors to the bottom of the jeans and cut upwards, stopping at the knee. The point of the scissors were pushed in to create tears and cuts, exposing some of Noah's claves and thigh. The zip of the trousers was pulled down and then the scissors cut off one size of the zip so the fly could not be closed. Noah thought for sure that the jeans would be completely destroyed so he was surprised when someone tugged them so they slipped off Noah's ass and down his thighs. Whoever it was pulled the jeans so hard that the back pocket tore with the audible sound of ripping stitches. The damaged but not destroyed jeans were pulled below his knees which left Noah exposed in his underwear.
"Don't kick!" a voice warned as it caressed his legs.
A second later and Noah felt the scissors cutting the laces of the trainers. They sprang open and Noah was glad he wouldn't need to run anywhere. They were still wearable but would be very loose on this feet. Hands were pulling his trainers and then socks off, discarding them noisily as they were tossed aside with contempt. Noah's jeans were pulled down over his calves and they slipped off his thin and smooth legs. A laugh called attention to their silkiness.
"Look at those hairless legs," hooted Dale.
Dale stroked Noah's thighs and then hands wandered up and down Noah's shin and calves.
"Stop touching me. Please," Noah said. "Give me my clothes back. I only have my underpants on."
The three men laughed at him.
"You hear that, Mr Flood? Little Noah only has his little panties on," Markus mocked.
Noah flailed his bare feet on the floor – thankfully it was not a bare wood floor or his feet would have caught splinters. The floor was smooth and dry like laminate flooring.
"Maybe we should do something about Noah only having underpants on," Clark said darkly.
The scissors returned – they were snapped open and closed to signal what was about to happen.
"No! Don't! You already cut my t-shirt. I'll have nothing to wear," Noah said desperately.
Only his jeans would be left and they were hardly intact. Would Noah need to go home in nothing but his jeans? In the middle of winter?
The briefs were cut on both sides so the waistband sagged over the root of Noah's penis – but they didn't quite reveal the little lump yet. Noah's hips were now totally exposed and a simple tug would remove the ruined undies.
"Look at that pathetic patch of pubes," Markus insulted Noah's adolescent appearance.
"Maybe we should mail them to Noah's father," suggested Clark.
"No!" Noah flailed again.
Even blindfolded, Noah turned his head this way and that as he `looked' around the room.
"I think it's time for the small reveal. Are you ready to show your dad your little dick, Noah?" Markus asked.
"I don't want my dad to see me naked. Please..." Noah pleaded.
"Please what?" Dale enquired.
"Please don't! It's humiliating! Please don't show him my penis," Noah pleaded. "I don't want dad to see my dick."
Silence followed and Noah pulled against the restraints on his wrists which remained bound behind the chair. The briefs were of course pulled away and Noah's penis was exposed to the kidnappers and their ransom tape.
"Oh no... looks like you dad is going to see your little dick after all," Dale mocked.
"It's not just your dad who'll see this if he doesn't pay up. How would you like all your school friends to see it? School enemies? Teachers?" Markus asked.
"No. That's mean," Noah whined.
The three kidnappers laughed again.
"Well, don't let us be accused of being mean," Clark said condescendingly.
A hand touched Noah's penis. Fingers were warm and the hand petted Noah's penis first before tugging the limp lump, which started to inflate. Noah had been locked in chastity for three weeks so the sensation of being touched and of getting hard was exquisite.
"What... what are you doing?" Noah gasped.
"You don't want everyone so see your pathetic little dick, do you?" Dale asked.
"I don't want them to see my hard dick either," Noah responded.
"There's no pleasing some people," Clark said sarcastically.
Noah bit his lip as his cock got hard. It had never felt so hard before. Precum gushed from the slit as whoever was masturbating him worked into a rhythm.
"Fucking hell, did he cum already?" Markus asked.
"Or he pissed himself," Clark said.
"I think that's all precum," Dale said.
"Wow," Clark whistled.
Noah's erection was released and stood up from his groin.
"Clean that mess up," Dale said.
A second later, Noah felt his jeans being used to mop up the pre-ejaculate, staining them and adding to their contamination.
"And now daddy and all the lovely viewers have seen you naked and hard," Markus commented.
"You have a big dick, Noah," Clark complimented.
"And a messy one," Dale added.
Noah then heard the sound of fingers being licked so it was Dale who had got him hard – and he had just tasted the sticky secretions.
"What do you think Noah? Would your daddy give us a million pounds to avoid a video of you naked and hard being released?" Markus asked.
"No," Noah answered – hanging his head as he replied.
"Well. We'll just have to see what else we can do to his special little boy," Markus continued.
"I have an idea..." Clark said.
Noah felt a hand hook under his armpit so he stood up – his hands were still tied behind his back but not actually attached to the chair. Now that he was standing, Noah's hands partially covered his tight, peachy bum. Noah was not standing for long because he was pushed onto his knees. He could feel his jeans under his knees, providing a modicum of cushioning against the hard floor.
"Watch this, Mr Flood," said Markus.
A moment later Noah felt a cock being pushed into his face and he coughed as the big black dick spread his lips. Noah assumed it was Markus feeding cock into his mouth. Noah had never anticipated he'd suck a cock blindfolded and also hadn't expected he'd be able to tell cocks apart without seeing them. The cock throbbing against the back of his throat as his head was held in place by strong hands. Noah breathed through his nose and moaned.
Noah's cock was so hard! Three weeks locked up, his precum was oozing down his hard-on like wax down a candle. The precum spilled over Noah's creamy thighs and trickled onto the jeans beneath him. Noah felt fingers in his hair as he was face fucked by Markus and his head was pushed and pulled too.
"Oh my god, dude," Clark said eventually – the big black man face fucking a petite white boy looked almost brutal.
Markus let go of Noah's head and when the cock fell out his mouth, spit and precum exuded in long, sticky strands that slopped against Noah's chin. The experience of getting face fucked while blindfolded was surprisingly thrilling.
"Fucking hell, that was amazing," Dale said. "Mr Flood, your little boy is a dirty cocksucker."
Noah felt big hands under his chin so he looked up – so to speak because he was still blindfolded. Markus smeared his cock over Noah's wet lips and tapped the head against Noah's cheeks with wet pats that echoed in the shower room.
"Open!" Markus said.
Noah opened his mouth and Markus pushed his cock between Noah's lips again. Noah squeezed his thighs against his own cock, giving it a thigh-wank but not enough to achieve an orgasm. The orgasm that was building felt like it was going to be amazing!
Once again Markus pulled out and a moment later he felt a hand being wiped across his face – Markus had smeared cock slime onto his hand and then spread it on Noah's face.
"We're going to release your hands. Don't try to run or take the blindfold off," Clark said.
Clark played his part well but he was perhaps too gentle to be a kidnapper. Don't run? Where would Noah go? He was naked! Clark's fingers released the restraints on Noah's hands and then affectionately stoked Noah's wrists until the sensation returned. Noah brought his hand around his front and covered his cock.
"No covering up!" Dale admonished.
Noah obeyed the chastisement. Noah wasn't sure what to expect next but he felt hands grabbing the crook of each elbow and when he lifted his arms, each hand found a cock to stroke. These cocks felt like they belonged to Dale and Clark. On his knees, naked and blindfolded, Noah was forced to jerk two men.
"Oh, Mr Flood..." Markus said for the ransom tape. "Look at your son go. Two cocks and no waiting."
Noah jerked each cock and felt them getting hotter and harder. Just enough precum was released to lubricate the heads and make wet noises. On his left was a six-and-a-half-inch cock and on his right a cock that was more or less seven inches. Then, when Noah turned to his right to look – he wasn't sure why because he still couldn't see the action – one cock was pushed into his face. Noah opened his mouth and sucked.
He couldn't be certain but he was pretty sure the cock belonged to Clark. So, while sucking Clark off, he jerked Dale and Markus. The camera remained static in front of Noah, recording him from one angle but there would be hidden cameras to record the debasement from multiple angles. EMARP knew how to entertain the audience and since the shed was too small, they must be getting a live feed of the action.
"Ok, we should wrap things up," Markus said but there was a chuckle in his voice.
"Why don't you stand up Noah?" Clark said.
Clark wished he had cum in Noah's mouth! Noah had given him the sweetest and best blow job he'd ever had. Reluctantly, the straight young man pulled his dick from Noah's mouth while Dale and Markus pulled their hard-on's from Noah's hands.
"And now sit down," Dale's voice said from behind.
Noah was assisted backwards towards the chair but he could feel hot skin on either side of his thighs. As Noah was helped to sit, he felt the tip of a rigid shaft against his hole.
"Oh no!" Noah protested.
"Oh yes, Noah," Clark encouraged.
The condom clad cock was well lubricated and Noah was delighted by the spread of his hole as it dilated to accommodate Dale's cock. Dale had sat on the chair and now Noah was being made to sit in Dale's lap – with a rigid dick pointing straight up. In over a year of EMARP, Dale had been a teaser and tormentor multiple times – the voice of bitchy and belittling comments – but he had never been so physically intimate.
"Look at that, Mr Flood. You don't want people to see Noah getting butt-fucked, do you?" Markus said for the ransom tape.
Noah slowing impaled himself on Dale's cock.
"You don't want this tape to get out. Stripped totally naked. Hard. Cock sucking. Jerking off men. Anal sex..." Clark emphasised.
Noah bounced up and down on Dale's lap, the gay man thrusting up so the sound of pelvis on ass reverberated around the small room. Noah started moaning. Loudly! His hard cock was bouncing too and when the head slipped and slided against his tummy and smacked against his creamy thighs, the stimulation was nearly too much.
Noah could hear Markus and Clark jerking off beside him and it was over when hot splashes started to rain against his skin. His chest was dashed with six or seven ropes of spunk emitted from Clark and Markus.
Suddenly, hands clamped on Noah's thin thighs and he stopped bouncing. The fucking had stopped but Dale's cock was buried deep inside him. The reason why was obvious because Dale grunted and panted. He too had just cum.
"And that's what it looks like to see a man ejaculate his seed inside your teenage son, Mr Flood," Dale said.
Noah could hear Markus and Clark put their dicks away and when Noah was allowed to stand, Dale tidied himself up too. Noah wasn't able to see it, but they all cleaned up by wiping themselves on Noah's damaged jeans.
"Do you want to cum, Noah?" Dale whispered.
"Yes," Noah confessed desperately.
The three captors laughed at Noah's desperation.
"Noah, we'll let you cum but only if you take off the blindfold and then beg us for it. Beg!" Markus said cruelly.
Noah pulled the blindfold up and dropped it on the floor. The camera was directly in front of him, as were all three men. Noah could still see bulges in their trousers but they were fully clothed. Noah meanwhile was bare naked and achingly hard. He had not cum for three weeks and he would have done almost anything for the chance to empty his balls.
Sucking and jerking men and being fucked had excited Noah enormously – this was going to be a wonderful orgasm.
"Please let me cum. I'm so hard and horny, it's all I want," Noah begged.
"You can do better," Markus said.
"Yawn," complained Dale.
"Please daddy, I'm so embarrassed but I'm so hard too. Everyone can see how smooth I am and how short my pubes are... I don't even trim them, I'm just pathetic," Noah explained. "I want to jerk my big dick and cum on myself but they won't let me. I can still taste their cum, dad..."
"Better," Markus encouraged.
"Much better," Clark reassured.
"Start stroking," Dale said.
"I can still taste their cum in my mouth and all over my chest," Noah said as he played with blobs of jizz. "I want my cum to mix with theirs. I and feel my ass where someone fucked my butt... and I enjoyed it, too. I didn't mean to but I did."
Noah was panting and precum was leaking all over his fingertips.
"Shove a couple of fingers up your ass. Really make this show worth keeping secret," Markus ordered.
"Noah, you dirty boy. You wouldn't want anyone to see this, would you Mr Flood?" Clark said.
Noah reached between his legs and put two fingers in his ass. His hole was loose and within seconds Noah had located his prostate. As he milked it and jerked his cock, Noah knew he was seconds away from a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Oh... my... god... I'm going to cum... I'm going to..." Noah was then rendered incapable of speech.
It was his first orgasm in three weeks after over an hour of hardness and sucking and fucking and masturbation. It was epic – Noah directed his cock straight up the length of his body. The cum shot into his face as he looked down into the eye at the centre of a bloated head.. The first shot hit his face so hard, it splashed in all directions and cause Noah to rear back as if he'd been punched.
The next two, three, four loads went all over his chest; the jizz leaked down his abdomen over his dick and balls. Noah stroked his cock still, milking the final surges of spunk over his right thigh. The volume was marginally greater than normal for Noah but it was the intensity that really struck Noah.
Noah staggered back and felt the chair behind him. His legs were weak from the intensity which was ten times his usual orgasm.
Noah stretched out his long, hairless legs and melted onto the chair, flopping everywhere as he recovered. His cock had been aching from the need to ejaculate and now it was aching from having discharged with such passion.
"Well, I don't think we could have ended this better," Clark commented.
"Remember, Mr Flood. Once something is online, it's there forever... do you want poor Noah exposed forever?" Dale asked.
"Get cleaned up. You look gross," Markus suggested.
Markus tossed Noah's jeans at him and Noah mopped up all the loads of jizz that were splashed across his skin. Silvery streaks of it remained as the denim failed to absorb much. The jeans were ripped and torn.
One cut was all the way up the shin of the left leg and other holes would expose masses of lovely boy leg – his calves, his thighs. The back pocket had been pulled so hard that it had ripped the seat of the jeans and would expose bare buttock flesh.
The camera in front of Noah was finally turned off and Noah was left thinking about how footage from the ransom camera would be combined with video from the hidden cameras. What would Noah look like from the POV camera versus the professionally positioned devices?
"We're letting you go now. Put those on and get out," Markus said.
Markus also tossed Noah his trainers. The sole of one of them was flapping open and the laces had indeed been cut off so they would be very loose on his feet. Noah pulled on the jeans and fastened the button but the zip was destroyed so going commando meant his deflating but not flaccid dick threatened to peek out.
Noah slipped his bare feet into the trainers. His toplessness was accentuated by the sagging, bedraggled and contaminated jeans.
"Now get out," Dale said.
Clark opened the shed door and Noah stumbled back out into the daylight. The January afternoon was cold and cloudy but bright. Noah walked cautiously – inappropriately shirtless for the weather. He could tell why he had been ordered to leave the shed. The outdoor set was filled with EMARP audience spectators. There were roads, paths and grassy areas – like a town centre with a small park in the town square.
Noah attracted attention – his boyish, bare torso was in full view and it was so cold that his nipples were small and hard. The jeans had slipped low enough to expose his short pubes. The crack of his ass could be seen at the back but the destroyed pocket meant one cheek could be seen too.
Noah's feet patted the pavement as the damaged footwear flapped and his bare toes on one shoe intermittently peeked out.
It was such a realistic setting that Noah had no difficulty imagining he was really walking through a town topless and nearly naked. Even the stunned, awed, repulsed, approving and disapproving looks of the audience were realistic. A nearly naked teenager in public – what would a normal person say to that?
Noah embarrassedly made his way back inside and was relieved to feel the heat inside the main building. Noah imagined his sad, mortifying and public walk would make a contrasting end after the highly sexed climax.
"That was amazing, Noah," Clark said a little while later.
Mason had provided replacement clothing so he was dressed when Clark came to check on him. Only Noah's own winter jacket had survived the scenario.
"Thanks. It was cold outside," Noah chuckled.
"So, what was it like being taken?" Clark asked.
"As in kidnapped or up the ass?" Noah asked.
"I meant the ransom scenario," Clark blushed,
"It was great fun. I liked it. The walk of shame was a nice touch," Noah admitted.
"I'm glad you had fun. It got pretty intense," Clark observed.
"It's cool. This is what I like doing," Noah pointed out.
"And what was the other thing like..." Clark asked. When Noah looked puzzled, Clark added: "Being taken up the ass?"
"You've never done that before?" Noah asked.
"I'm straight. I know some people won't believe me but... I've never thought about putting my dick inside a man until Mr Godetia asked," Clark revealed.
"And would you every try it? Bottoming, mean? Even just once?" Noah asked hopefully.
"Maybe. I don't know," Clark confessed.
Noah was lucky that the scenarios and his participation in them were more or less a hobby. Clark was doing it for the money. Would he do more if the price was right? Or was Clark actually curious about anal penetration?
"I'm sure guys would love to see a straight guy get pegged," Noah observed.
"My girlfriend puts fingers up my butt sometimes but I just wondered what the real thing would be like," Clark speculated.
"Well... If I can ever help... let me know," Noah said.
"I will... I might..." Clark replied.
LATER
When Noah got home, he was tired so Dan made dinner... well, he made a call to Dominoes and they made dinner.
While they were waiting, Daniel commented on the removal of Noah's cock cage.
"You look naked without it," Daniel said to his nudist brother.
"Very funny," Noah responded but he laughed too.
Daniel invited Noah to answer the door to the pizza guy – "with your willy out," as Dan put it but Noah politely declined to offer to expose himself. Noah ate greedily and felt good after it. Over pizza, Noah told Daniel about his latest role-playing.
"So, you like getting tied up? Good to know," Dan said facetiously.
"No! Just no, Dan," Noah replied – just in case his big brother wasn't joking.
"I could cut up some of your clothes if you want?" Daniel suggested.
"You can cut up my pizza and feed it to me if you like?" Noah proposed.
Noah had omitted a few details – like Clark being straight. However, Daniel seemed to enjoy the tale of Noah's exploits and not for the first time, Noah wondered if his brother was living vicariously through him.
"There is something I need to tell you, Noah," said Daniel after they polished off a few slices in amiable silence.
"What have you done now?" Noah enquired suspiciously.
"It's not about you," Daniel replied.
"Everything is about me," Noah countered.
Noah was joking. Except maybe he wasn't entirely joking?
"Jamie is moving out," Daniel said delicately.
"Oh..." Noah replied. "Like... right now?"
"No dummy, not right this second," Dan said as he rolled his eyes
"Why is he moving out?" Noah asked.
Jamie was Dan's best friend and Noah's occasional lover... and their dad's occasional lover too. Jamie had lived with the McNelis family since he and Dan had been in university together and Noah was sad to hear he would be leaving.
"Because he's twenty-two and feels it's time he got his own place," Daniel replied. "You can talk to him about it if you want."
"Are you going to leave?" Noah asked. "When dad comes back from America, I mean?"
"I don't know, wee man. Eventually," Dan admitted.
After that, Noah excused himself and went to his room where he browsed Sextr for a while and lazily edged himself. He was building to a nice orgasm – his second for the day – when the doorbell rang. Noah had heard Dan climb the stairs and enter the bathroom so he was probably in the shower. Not knowing who was at the door, Noah pulled on shorts before leaving his room. He remained topless and his bare feet emphasised his hairless legs and milky thighs. It was late for there to be a stranger at the door, either that or Jamie had forgotten his house keys.
Noah opened the front door and was surprised to find Ryan standing on the doorstep. Being January, the night was very cold and the sky was midnight blue; Noah could see the stars shining but Ryan's eyes were shining too.
"My dad threw me out."
Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist resumes!
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