A Dude a Day

We know that for some of you, returning to work might impact your budgets. Considering the increased cost of commuting, the company is also aware that while working remotely, it is likely that many of you have been living by a more “relaxed” dress code, while working. Since it’s been a few years, and bodies tend to change over that time, there might be an increased cost to employees who have to replace their dress code appropriate wardrobe to return to the office.

For this reason, management has permitted Human Resources to offer employees a solution. If the cost of replacing your workplace appropriate wardrobe is too high, all employees are invited to opt into an exciting new program at our company. Rather than worrying about whether what you are wearing meets our office dress code, and to facilitate the feelings of “working from home,” employees who opt into the Network Undressed and Deliver Excellence (NUDE) Program, are permitted to come to work without their clothing.

John had lost significant weight since he started working from home. Rather than wasting his time small talking at the office, he had been able to fit a fitness regimen into his daily work schedule. His old suits hung off him, and even belted, his slacks barely managed to hold onto his waist.

“I think I might have to opt in,” John told his husband, as they looked over their budget.

They could afford a couple days worth of new clothes, but inflation had gotten so high, that even shopping at Ross, he’d have to spend a small fortune to get enough clothes for a week’s worth of work. And then, he’d have to pay dry cleaning fees, and he’d have to wash twice as many clothes between work clothes and home clothes, so laundry prices would skyrocket. And he’d be spending way more on gas just to get to and from work.

Ultimately, there were no other budget corners he could cut, so he emailed HR and let them know he would be opting into the NUDE Program.

He barely slept the night before he returned to work. He tossed and turned, terrified and horny. Even after his husband sucked him off, he still couldn’t get his swollen penis to calm down, as he thought about the fact that in the morning, he’d be required to undress at the office, and spend his entire first day back, completely naked in front of coworkers he hadn’t seen in-person for years.

And he’d have to spend the next day working naked around them too. And the next. And the next. Until he retired in twenty years. Twenty years.

When his alarm went off, he showered, and slipped on boxers, sweatpants, and t-shirt. He’d undress once he was in the office.

But of course, when he got to the office, security wouldn’t let him in.

“We’re sorry sir, but you’ve opted into the NUDE Program,” the security guard said, grinning evilly.

John watched as several coworkers walked past him, all fully dressed in suits and ties.

“I did,” John said, trying to avoid making eye contact with his coworkers who were lining up on the inside of the glass doors to watch.

“If you’d read the policy, you’d understand that the program requires you to come to work without your clothing.” Security said.

“I was planning on undressing once I got to my desk,” John said.

“But that means you came to work with your clothing,” security said. “Policy specifically says without.”

“So you expect me to strip down out in the parking lot?” John asked.

“No,” security said. “I expect you to strip down at home, and leave your clothes at home.”

“You expect me to drive all the way to work naked?”

“Or ride the bus, or walk, or bike,” the security agent said.

“You can’t be serious,” John shook his head. “I’d get arrested.”

“Take it up with HR,” Security said. “I’ve been told I can only buzz you in if you leave your clothing with me. Any clothing brought on company property by volunteers in the NUDE Program will be considered company property, so you can either strip or be stripped.”

John grumbled, but he knew there would be know way to voice his concerns to HR if he didn’t comply, so he slipped off his t-shirt, aware of the faces pressed to the glass, watching his skin come into view. He made eye contact with the man who’d had the cubicle next to his before the remote work policy. The man wolf-whistled through the glass.

“This is humiliating,” John said to the security guard, preparing himself to ditch the pants and boxers.

“You’re the one who opted in,” the security guard said, shrugging.

John knew it would do him no good to delay. He pushed down his sweats and boxers at the same time, and stepped out, fully naked in front of his coworkers.

It was humiliating, as he felt the sun and the breeze and the eyes of his coworkers in the windows, and the security guard next to him, all directly on his penis, which flopped back and forth in it’s new freedom.

He fought the urge to cover up. Being on display was humiliating, but he didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing he was humiliated. It took everything in him to keep his arms at his sides, but he managed it.

“John, you must not have read the whole policy,” Devin, John’s HR rep told him, as John sat, still totally naked across from Devin in Devin’s office.

“I read it!” John insisted.

“Not according to the security guard,” Devin said shaking his head.

“I knew I had to come to work naked,” John said. “But I could get arrested for public indecency if I actually come to work naked.”

“We’ve already talked to City Council, and they passed a city ordinance last week,” Devin said, shrugging it off. “For business purposes, public decency laws are suspended. Meaning, anyone naked for the purposes of their employment gets a free pass.”

“You can’t be serious,” John said.

“Oh, I’m serious,” Devin replied. “And it’s good exposure, forgive the pun, for our company to have you be seen around town naked. After all, you’re the only one who opted into the NUDE Program.”

“Wait, you mean I’m going to be the only one walking around bare ass naked in the office?”

“Careful with the word choice, John,” Devin said. “Just because you’re naked doesn’t give you a reason to use inappropriate language. But, yes. You’re our only NUDE Program employee.”

“And I don’t suppose I get a private office because of that?” John asked.

“Hardly,” Devin replied. “Your desk is center of the floor now. For company morale, of course.”

John shook his head, as out of words as he was out of clothing.

“One last thing, John,” Devin said, grinning a little cruelly. “We have a three strikes clause in the policy. If you get a third strike, we are permitted to seize all clothing assets of anyone participating in the NUDE Program.”

“That can’t be legal,” John said.

“I assure you it is,” Devin said. “And this morning you are already up to two strikes. First, you showed up clothed, which is a clear strike, and second you were late for work, after you had your disagreement with Security.”

John stared at Devin open-mouthed.

“You know,” Devin said, his grin widening, “I could write you up for the foul language you used in my office this morning too.”

John felt his stomach plummet.

He barely broke a sweat and wasn't exactly planning to shower in the office, but seeing the shower stall, he knew he had to try it. He didn't bring any toiletries, but since he was working for one of the leading companies in personal care and hygiene, he knew there was bound to be some free body wash and shampoo lying around here somewhere. He walked around and ended up entering a separate bathroom so spacious that it felt like a hotel bathroom. Plus, it came fully stocked with shower products and even had a fresh set of towels. He didn't even think twice before stripping naked and hopping right into the shower, using as much shower gel as he wanted. He just found it awkward having a floor-to-ceiling mirror in the shower, watching his reflection as he lathered up. And as he rinsed everything off, he looked at himself once again and realized his excitement had somehow turned into arousal with his general standing tall. Exactly like a hotel room, he thought to himself as he started running his hand down the length of his shaft. He knew he had the locker room to himself, so he went all out, letting the water run through him as he played with himself. He was looking right at his reflection when he finally shot his load all over the mirror.

That was when the mirror suddenly turned clear and an unknown voice from a hidden speaker started talking to him, "Hey, you're Josh right? The new hire? Well, we weren't gonna interfere with your activity but you see, these fancy glass panels are quite expensive yet so sensitive, so if you could please make sure to clean up your uh... mess off the glass before heading out, that would be great. Thank you!"

He froze in place upon suddenly seeing a conference room full of people through the glass. They had just watched him wash himself from head to toe and were now just looking at him with his hand wrapped around his cock still dripping with cum. It took him a moment to register everything he did before he immediately clasped his hands to his crotch and shrieked in absolute horror of what he had shown them.

"Not sure if you've been toured around the building yet, but you're using one of our top-of-the-line research showers. We use them to observe how our customers use our body and hair care products right where it matters most - in the bathroom. The piece de resistance is the electronic glass which lets us switch between a one-way mirror and a glass window so we can see all the action without making the test subjects uncomfortable. And we've got the entire research division in here with us, not sure if you've met them all yet. Typically, our subjects wear a swimsuit for obvious modesty reasons, but you going the full mile was definitely a welcome change of pace," the voice on the speaker droned on as the naked man's face turned even redder.

"Yeah Josh, we never get to see anyone use our shower gel to clean their intimate parts this up close, so we really have a lot of good observations from this impromptu research session," another unknown voice started speaking.

"We've seen some survey notes on how the feeling and smell of the lather made for a sensual experience, but I never thought it would escalate into self pleasure!" Another researched chimed in.

"And it was quite the load too! You must have had that saved up for quite a while, right boys?" The entire room was laughing. At this point, he wished the ground would just swallow him up from embarrassment.

"Anyways, your shift must be starting soon. We won't keep you any longer. I might drop by later and ask you a few more questions about your experience later. So see ya around the office and welcome to the company!" The glass became a mirror again, the shock and humiliation in his face now staring right back at him. He was alone again but he could still feel everyone watching him as he dried himself off.

He thought the worst of it was over, until he placed his thumb on the scanner of his locker, only for it to beep in error and remain locked. He was only in a towel, desperately banging on the locker when someone finally approached him. "Hey, you must be new here. Have you already registered your biometrics at the front desk? If not, then that locker is as good as sealed."

"What? But my clothes, my laptop, everything is in there!" He was almost in tears realizing that his day of humiliation had only just begun.

"Yup, I can walk you to the front desk if you aren't familiar with where it is. Oh, and just a reminder that we can't bring any towels outside of the locker room. So you'll have to..."

"So I have to be naked? You'd rather me walk around the office with my ass out than bring a towel out of the gym?" He was almost in disbelief of everything that was happening, as if the world was working against him, or maybe working to expose him.

"It's a hygiene rule. You know they're strict about hygiene here," the unknown officemate told him, pulling the towel off the naked man without any warning. With one hand in the front and another in the back, Josh walked out of the locker room, trying his best to avoid any eye contact.

Moments later, he was at the front desk, pressing both hands on a touch pad to get his fingerprints, leaving his cock on display for everyone at the entrance and lobby. That was when a researcher from earlier recognized him, "Aren't you the guy who came all over the research showers? Josh, right? I can't believe you still aren't dressed, but with a body like yours I would be showing off all the time too, haha. Man, our team has been looking all over for you! We've got this new lotion we wanted you to test with your um, specific user case. I mean, I understand if you haven't re-loaded yet, if you know what I mean. But judging by how your manhood is already pointing up, I'm guessing that you're ready to go."

With both his hands pressed on the touch pad, Josh glanced downwards and only realized then that he was once again rock hard. "I'm just trying to get my locker open, then I think I have some work to do after," the naked man tried his best to get out of jacking off in front of a team of researchers once more.

But the front desk officer suddenly chimed in, "Even after we get your biometrics, it will take us a few hours or even business days to get this approved. Since your laptop is in your locker, you should be free for the rest of the day at least."

"You mean you won't even open my locker after this? My keys are in there. How am I even gonna get home!" Josh was pleading already.

"We can only open lockers if they present any threat to security. And I mean, seeing how your chest hair trails down to that impressive hog of yours ain't really a security threat. I'll let you know once your biometrics have been cleared. For now, you're free to go," the front desk officer gave him a wink and a nod to the researcher.

'Alright babe, your turn,' he stood under the trees as naked as the day he was born.

She was about to take her top off but abruptly stopped. 'Do you want to find a better place for us? I mean I don't think it'll be that fun to lie down on this muddy ditch.'

'Uh, sure,' he wandered deeper into the forest, and after rearranging a few rocks and a bit of moss, he returned to his girlfriend as giddy as ever. 'Babe, I found us the perfect spot!' But the excitement in his voice immediately faded away when he realized his girlfriend was gone and so were all his clothes. All that was left was his empty backpack and his phone.

He kept trying to call her but his calls just went straight to voicemail. He kept pacing around the trail with his hand pressed to his junk still desperately trying to contact his girlfriend, and after an hour of trying, she finally picked up. 'Babe! Where the hell are you?!' He shouted to his phone, but as quietly as possible to not draw any attention to his naked situation.

'Just driving back home. Why are you asking?' She replied nonchalantly.

'Why?! Because you left me high and dry! And took all my clothes! That's why! Is this some kind of prank? If it is, then it isn't funny anymore!' He could hear her giggling over the phone.

'Haven't you figured it out yet? Why don't you call Lisa and ask her what you did wrong,' she responded sarcastically.

'Wait, you know about Lisa?' He stopped for a moment, realizing only then the gravity of what was happening. 'Babe, just come back here. I can explain everything. It's just a misunderstanding,' he was a lot more desperate.

'No need. Lisa told me everything I needed to know.'

He started to plead, getting on his knees even though it was just a phone call. 'Come on babe, you can't just leave me like this. I'm completely naked! And you took the car, so how the hell am I supposed to get back home?'

'Get back home? You think I'm letting you back into my home after everything you've done? If you even have the audacity to step foot in my house, the only thing you'll find is a bonfire of all your clothes and the rest of your worthless belongings.'

He got scared straight and was almost in tears as he pleaded once more. 'Please babe, I'm sorry! I'll do anything to make it up to you, just please come back!'

'It's over. I left some change in the back pocket of your backpack, just enough for a bus ride back to the city. Take that as my final gift to you. The rest is up to you,' she hung up the phone, leaving her naked ex in the middle of the forest.

'How do I get rid of the spell?', he asked the priest.

The priest hesitated, 'A spell of this gravity would need a cleansing ritual of equivalent intensity. Are you ready to do anything?' The man nodded. 'Are you sure? Even if it involves nudity?'

The man looked at the priest in confusion. 'Nudity?'

'Yes, you will clean yourself in the sacred river down the mountain. You will have to remove anything the spell can cling onto, including all your clothes. Once you finish washing yourself, you must hike all the way up, go through every sacred gate, and get back to the shrine to make your offering and your prayers. You must remain in a clean state as you make your pilgrimage to the shrine, so you must remain naked. Only then will you be purified, and only then can you wear your clothes.'

The man stood in shock. 'You mean, I need to hike the mountain completely naked? The path through all the gates takes almost half an hour! And it's the most popular trail of the park. Everyone will see me!'

'Don't worry. We close the path early in the morning specifically for this. No one else will witness the cleansing ritual, except for myself of course.' The priest assured him. 'So, I will see you tomorrow morning.'

Before sunrise, the man was already at the foot of the river, butt naked and knee deep in the water. He recited a few prayers before submerging himself completely. In the icy cold water, he could feel his balls retreat into himself, but that was the least of his worries. The path from the river to the shrine was paved in stone, but it was still a long trek ahead. Still with no sunlight, he made his way up the trail as fast as he could, feeling the sting of the wind on his bare skin as he bowed before every gate.

As the sun began to rise, he came across an old lady hiking the mountain. The lady shrieked upon seeing the naked man, now blushing and struggling to cover himself. He immediately ran up the steps, trying to hide himself. 'I thought the path was closed,' he muttered to himself, but was immediately caught off guard by another older couple. He tried to hide in the bushes, but the couple definitely saw him. He had to pass through every gate, so he had no choice but to continue climbing the trail, trying his best to ignore the comments the couple made about his 'little worm', as they endearingly called it.

As the day progressed, more and more people saw him. He hasn't seen this many people going to the shrine, especially this early in the morning. He tried covering himself with his hands as he climbed, but it only slowed him down, so he just left it all out in the open. His face flushed red with embarrassment the entire time, but somehow, he was starting to get aroused. Unfortunately for him, he was still a little one-incher even when he was hard as a rock. 'Did you see it? It was like a little red mushroom head!', he overheard a couple of girls giggling after passing him.

After the most humiliating trek of his life, he finally made it to the shrine, only to see it packed with people. Not caring about all the eyes staring at his naked body, he rushed to the priest to complete his ritual. The priest looked at him, laughing, 'Oh, was your cleansing ritual today? My apologies, it must have slipped my mind then that we have a festival today! We always keep the trail open on festival days. You picked a really unlucky day to do your ritual.' The naked man stood with his hands glued to his junk. 'Anyways, you're already here, so might as well just finish it,' the priest started his chant but stopped upon seeing the naked man move his hands away from his crotch. 'Wait, are you erect right now? We can't finish the ritual if you have an erection.'

'What? I hiked all the way up here butt naked! Just finish the ritual already so I can get dressed!' The naked man shouted.

'If you had any impure thoughts on your pilgrimage to the shrine, you will need to atone for them before the cleansing,' the priest lead the man to the main sanctuary. 'You will sit here with your legs spread apart until your... uh, little soldier calms down.'

'Here, in the middle of the sanctuary where everyone can see me!? What kind of a stupid ritual is this?' The naked man busted out in frustration, but he knew this was the only way to get rid of the spell that was still plaguing him at this very moment. Without any choice, he sat in sanctuary, facing everyone in the shrine, his little cock out in the open. He tried to look away, but he couldn't help but blush as people laughed. He even got more embarrassed as some people began recognizing him.

When he finally got his tiny hardon under control, he recited his prayers, and the priest completed the ritual. 'So uh, can I get dressed now?'

The priest laughed once again. 'Did I forget to tell you to bring a spare set of clothes before the ritual? No wonder I didn't get to warn you about the festival today. I cannot lend you any of my clothes since they have been blessed,' the priest looked around and found a small dish rag. 'I guess this is all I can offer you. Once again, my apologies.'

The naked man was almost in tears from all the misfortune he experienced today. With only a small rag that couldn't even wrap around his waist, he rushed all the way back down to the river to get his clothes. Of course, his clothes would be gone by then, forcing him to walk through the town back to his home while still buck naked.

"Where do I get my set of posing trunks?" He asked, the only bodybuilder left naked backstage of the competition, his hands covering his crotch.

"We don't provide posing trunks. You're supposed to bring your own. What's your contestant number?" The backstage organizer flipped through his pages.

"I'm Contestant #52... I didn't know I had to bring my own. What should I do if I didn't bring any trunks?"

"You're #52?! You should already be on stage! You're up next!" The organizer pushed the bodybuilder on stage, not at all noticing his current state of dress.

"Wait! I'm still..." the bodybuilder tried to explain, but it was already too late. He was already on stage, all the spotlights on him. "Naked," he muttered to himself in fear, his hands now desperately holding on to his manhood.

Heard throughout the auditorium, the emcee's voice boomed through the speakers: "Up next from the golden state of California, is Contestant #52!"

The naked bodybuilder slowly moved up the stage right in the very middle. The other contestants tried to contain their laughter upon seeing his bare ass was exposed. He still kept his hands on his crotch, so everyone in the audience assumed he had his trunks on and was just posing his biceps.

He stayed in the middle awkwardly waiting, not moving at all until the judges chimed in, "You may proceed with your other poses."

Reluctantly, the bodybuilder moved his hands away and finally revealing his cock to everyone. The crowd let out a shocked gasp. The judges were only looking right at his manhood as the bodybuilder finished his poses.

Until their coach suddenly walked in. “Woah there boys. I knew showering with a bro could get steamy, but I did not expect that from you two. Although let’s try and keep our sexy showers for when we’re in private. I mean this is an outdoor shower on a public beach. Let’s not get arrested for public indecency.”

“No coach, this wasn’t anything like that. We were just fighting.”

I put it in the introduction of my book, a promise that was tongue in cheek, that was meant in good fun, that would never, never, never actually have to be upheld: If I make $50,000,000 on this book, that's the last day I wear clothing. And to prove it to my fans, anyone who sends me the receipt for their purchase of this book has the right to host one party that I will attend in my new clothing-free life. I'll serve the drinks for the whole night.

When my editor looked over my introduction, he cocked his eyebrow, and simply said, "Bold."

"It's not like it's going to happen," I said. "Besides, with fifty mil in the bank, I could buy a house far enough from the public eye that I'd live my life in privacy. It wouldn't be too bad. Groceries would be delivered, and I guess it would be a good reason for me to never talk to my parents again."

"What about the book signings?" My editor asked, like this was a real conversation. "What about the promised parties."

"I don't know," I said shrugging. "It sounds kind of fun to me."

"A naked book signing sounds fun to you?" My editor said, sounding surprised."

"Once i earn that kind of money, I think my fans deserve whatever they want from me," I said, laughing. "But you've seen the sales on my last book. I barely made $10,000."

"You're writing is good though," my editor said. "It's a problem of marketing. And a naked book signing might just get the marketing up."

"No naked book signing until the fifty million," I said, surprised that my editor was even considering this.

"Okay, okay, no naked book signing... yet," My editor said. "But I think this promise of living forever naked and of becoming a free, naked bartender might be what we need to help your writing career really take off."

"I'm not a free, naked bartender," I said. "To get my services they have to buy the book."

"Fine, fine, whatever you say," my editor said. "But really, I think this is a stroke of marketing genius. We could make a website where people can buy your book, which would automatically submit the receipt, and then they'd be taken to your calendar where they could schedule your bartending services."

"It's never going to happen," I said.

"We could also get you on talk shows," my editor said. "No one is that excited to hear from any old writer. But the old cliche, sex sells, is really true."

"It won't sell $50,000,000 worth of books," I said.

"Of course, no one will believe you'd really go through with it," my editor said. "Unless... Would you be willing to sign a notarized contract agreeing to this deal? You'd sign for yourself, obviously, and we, the publishing company, would sign on behalf of your readers."

"I don't think that will be necessary," I said, laughing, even though my editor still looked more serious than I expected him to. "It's fifty million dollars."

"If it's never going to happen," my editor said, steepling his fingers and looking me up and down, "then why not sign a contract."

So, I did.

I went on talk shows before my book's publication, where late-night hosts made jokes about shrinkage, and workouts, and courage. One host even promised to have my contractual naked bartending party on his show. I laughed, and grinned, and leaned into the humor, enjoying what I assumed was my fifteen minutes of fame.

My friends all winked at me when they promised to buy my book, or they made me promise to not forget the little guys when I made my millions.

My parents were less understanding. My dad told me I was a shame to the family. Everyone at church kept telling he and my mom how they'd seen me on the TV, and how sorry they were that my parents had raised such a desperate, sinful, greedy child. My mom told me she'd never look at me again if I actually went through with becoming a nudist.

When the original sales numbers came in after my publication, I started to sweat. I made ten million. Every copy that had sold within a week, and my publishing company was preparing for a reprint.

"You better start looking at private jet," my editor said over the phone as he was sharing the numbers with me.

"You don't really think it'll happen do you?" I asked, my stomach performing somersaults. "It's just a temporary media hype, right?"

But it wasn't. As the initial reviews came in, my book was receiving praise, and there was buzz that I would be nominated for a few awards ("No matter what happens with this next print, you're contractually obligated to attend those award dinners, if you're nominated," my editor reminded me again over the phone).

The publishing company put me back on the media tour to talk about the writing. At each stop I was given time to plug what inspired the book, to talk about the process, and then the teasing started. Hosts asked if I was nervous. Hosts called me brave. The host who had promised to have me bartend on the air rolled out a drink cart that could be wheeled through his live studio audience.

My friends started asking for previews. "I'll see it all soon enough anyway," was said to me almost daily.

My dad called to tell me he'd written me out of the will, since I was already rich enough anyway. My mom stopped speaking to me.

At the second printing, my book sales landed at a crisp $42,000,000 in my bank account. Every copy sold. I had assumed that this printing would give me the answer on whether or not my life was going to change more drastically than it already had. I don't know if you've ever realized that everyone who meets you is actively picturing you naked, but I was now very aware that that was what was happening to me. All anyone wanted to talk to me about was my body. And my company was almost literally edging me, printing just enough books that I'd have to wait one more round before finding out whether I'd be allowed clothing again.

"You've got your private jet, right?" My editor asked. "If not, check your email, I've sent you a few listings for some small, cheaper jets. But you'll definitely need one."

Out of caution I bought myself a secluded cabin in the woods, far enough from civilization that I could still go outside and enjoy the sun, even if I had to go out sans all my clothing. I told no one where my cabin was.

I was back on the talk show circuit. This time we weren't talking about the writing, we talked about the printing details, we talked about the number of books that would need to sell before I had to honor my contract. My publishing company sent copies of the contract to each host, and I heard the stipulations read over and over again while audiences wolf-whistled and jeered. The website to buy my book and schedule my bartending services was posted at the bottom of the screen. Each talk show ended with the host promising that I would be back once my next printing had sold out.

Some fans started a website that had one of those thermometer charts that people often use for fundraising events. The visual of 42/50 hit home harder than anything else had. Under the chart were pages and pages of AI renditions of what I looked like under my clothes.

"Listen, it's over," my editor said over the phone one night. "The pre-sale numbers for your next printing put you at $75,000,000."

My heart plummeted.

"I gotta say, I don't envy you," my editor continued. "The publishing company wants to have a recorded event where we break the news to you, and where you turn your clothing over to us."

"It's not in my contract that that would be recorded," I said. "I'd prefer to just ship everything, and then probably never come back into your office, thanks."

"Believe me, I get it," my editor said, and I could hear the grin on his face. "And you're right, it's not in your contract. But I think you should do it. We're drafting a new contract that I think you'll like."

"Will I get my clothes back if I do the recording?" I asked, allowing myself a second of hope that he immediately squashed.

"God no," he said, chuckling. "You're our gold mine, and we aren't just going to give that up. But, we'll censor you on the recording. The minute there's full frontal, blurring effects will go on. You'll also be given a guaranteed five more printings of this book, and a contract for five books of your choice, plus a memoir deal that you'll write after five years all about your first five years as the world's most public nudist."

"I don't think so," I said.

"I would reconsider," my editor said. "This allows you to ease into your exposure. Sure, the live studio audience won't have the blur, but the world at large will. Eventually, you'll end up somewhere online, and everyone will see everything, but this buys you a little more time. Plus, the company is throwing in a private jet, since I know you haven't bought one yet."

I hadn't bought the jet. But now, I knew I needed one, otherwise I'd be pushing my way through busy terminals, the only naked person getting pressed up on by the hundreds of people hauling their luggage.

"It's tempting," I said.

"You're alternative is that we will send our enforcement team to collect what is ours," my editor said. "And you know how hard it is to schedule things as a company of this size. It's likely we'd forget to send you warning, so you could be out in the street, and our big, burly enforcers could show up and tear the clothes right off your body, in front of everyone, and those beautiful camera phones won't give you the same guarantee of a modesty blur."

"Fine," I said, understanding that my publishing company would be getting what they wanted.

The printing came and sold. My editor was right, my bank account now had over $75,000,000, and that was with the cost of my small, private cabin in the woods taken out. I signed the new contract the day of the recording in my editor's office before I was escorted to a filming studio. I had packed up every piece of clothing I owned, and had given the publishing company's enforcers keys to my home and my cabin so they could ensure that I was living up to my end of the contract. I hadn't withheld any clothing.

In the filming studio, my editor called me up on stage. Surrounding me on stage were at least fifteen mannequins, each dressed in something that had been mine. One was dressed in my talk-show suit. One was dressed in my favorite jockstrap that I used to wear on dates when I hoped to get lucky.

I wore my normal clothes: t-shirt, jeans, tennis shoes, baseball cap. I wanted today to feel as normal as possible, even though I had barely slept the night before, even though I knew today would not be a normal day.

The program wasn't long. I sat across from my editor, both of surrounded by mannequins, the jock-strap clad one framed by the two of us. He asked me about each outfit that was displayed. I told him the stories of where I got them, why I picked them, what I would miss about them.

"And which outfit will you miss the most?" my editor asked.

"The only answer to that question is the one that I have on right now," I said, and the audience chuckled appreciatively. Hungrily.

"I'd miss that one too, if I were you," he said to more laughs. "But the time has come to say goodbye."

The blood rushed to my face and to my crotch.

"I've been instructed to give you one last choice," my editor said. "Would you like to hand over your clothes or have them taken from you?"

Without giving me time to respond, two burly men appeared out of nowhere. Their hands groped and grabbed at my clothing, and my arms and legs moved at their command as I was shucked of everything.

In seconds, almost as quickly as they had appeared, they were gone, and with them every stitch of clothing I had worn today. There was no ceremony, no gentleness, no gradual removal to acclimate to new levels of nudity. I was fully clothed one moment. Completely naked the next.

It's not, of course. You've been watching this hunk come skinny-dipping every Friday for the past month. You'd been satisfied just watching him strip off and enjoy the water, but today you're going to have some fun. You found his clothes by the bushes, and you're going to make sure they're missing when he finishes his dip.

You grab his clothes - all of them, even his skivvies. Then you hide and wait. You watch the panic in his eyes as he looks around for his clothes. The way he covers his dick when he realizes someone had been watching him this whole time. Then the resignation as he realizes he'll have to walk home completely naked.

"Fuck! Please just leave me alone! Can't you see that I have bigger problems here?" He banged his locker in frustration before throwing the collection container at the official. She was able to duck, hiding her head in fear before scampering away.

Moments later, the same official returned to the locker room with a few new bodyguards, "Due to your aggressive behavior, we will be escorting you to our office to complete the drug testing. Failure to comply with the state-mandated drug test is a criminal offence. Ladies, handcuff him and bring him to my vehicle."

"Wait, this is just a misunderstanding. I'll do the drug test. Do I just have to pee here? Come on, you don't have to bring me anywhere. I'll do it right here. Please, I don't even have any clothes on!" The naked lad resisted as the ladies pinned his hands behind his back and lead him outside the locker room where some of his fans were still waiting. His face turned red as they recorded his humiliating situation. He sat his bare ass in the official's car regretting all the stupid decisions that brought him there.

In the Sports Commissions office, he stood in the middle of a conference room surrounded by a couple officials while a gloved nurse pointed his cock into the collection cup. The entire room was waiting in silence as his dick slowly rose to the occasion, fully erect in front of everyone. A few more minutes passed before he finally broke the silence, "I can't go like this with an, erm, when I'm aroused. Can we wait 'til I calm down?"

An official grunted, "You've already wasted so much of our time. We can't wait any longer. Nurse, go ahead."

The nurse sighed, taking off her glove and wrapping her warm hand around his stiff member, slowly stroking the entire length. With his hands still held behind his back by the bodyguards, he moaned reacting to her touch until finally he convulsed in pleasure, releasing everything on the floor in front of him. The nurse wiped his tip clean and handed a tissue to the unfortunate official who got caught in his fire. The nurse got to the collection cup just in time to catch his stream. He was huffing and sweating as he finally relieved himself in a cup.

It should be easy enough, he thought. So he sat his bare ass inside his car and drove on. Right as he started, he ended up driving right into a random security check point. He couldn't drive away now, so all he hoped was that the officer wouldn't notice he was naked. But when the officer saw him, he had to step out of his vehicle and get a full search in the nude. Their tone changed when the officers found out who he was. The apologized and offered him a full security escort, but he had to deny it, even their offer to lend him some underwear, the officer ready to go commando just for him. Knowing the group was watching his every move, he had to stick to the rules and drove on.

Moments later he noticed his fuel tank was almost empty. He cursed himself for always waiting for the last moment. Without any choice, he stopped at the nearest gas station and filled up his tank while standing by his car butt naked. He did his best to hide his face which left his cock out in the open, but it didn't matter in the end because he had to call an attendant to fix an error with his machine. Of course this happened the one time he didn't want any attention. After the attendant gave him an unwarranted compliment on his ass, he drove on trying to hide his humiliation.

He finally made it to the park and immediately found the box. However getting it wouldn't be so easy. The box was right in front of the famous fountain where everyone was taking photos. He tried to think of a way to sneak around the crowd but to no avail. Knowing he was running out of time, he just made a run for it. Streaking through the park, he grabbed the box and dashed to safety. He knew he was bound to be in some of those people's photos but he just hoped he was too fast to get recognized.

Thinking he was finally finished, he opened the box and instead found a condom and a note. New Rule: Fill this condom up and keep it on. Meet us back home to get your stuff back.

In frustration, he crumpled the note up and threw it away. He knew he shouldn't have trusted those guys to make things fucked up. With his exhibitionist tendencies, he was already as hard as a rock. Knowing he had no other choice, he put on the condom and jacked off in the middle of the park. Hearing a couple sit on the bench near where he was hiding, he tried to moan as quietly as he could as he released his load. Finishing his task, he snuck back to his car and drove home.

Chapter One: Always read the fine print

Sure, I skimmed the contract. You should never sign something you haven't read... but it was clear I had to sign the contract to receive the scholarship. Perhaps the acronym that the name of the scholarship created should have been obvious and spelled things out for me, the National Undergraduate Daring Education scholarship, or the NUDE scholarship, but I was desperate and oblivious. I was so excited to be selected for the highly selective scholarship, proud to be recommended by my favorite professor from my photography class, Mr. Jones, that agreed to be my mentor as part of the application process. I desperately needed the full ride if I wanted to remain in school.

The scholarship was new at our institution, but was apparently growing in popularity around the country. I was one of ten young men chosen here. I did as my acceptance letter commanded, showing up a week before classes begin in my sophomore year to The Cave. It's a large newly renovated, redesigned specifically for the scholarship winners, on campus cottage where all the scholarship recipients will live together.

I hit some traffic, so I was already running late for the banquet. Mr. Jones, my mentor met me at the door and helped me quickly grab my bags out of the car. The cottage was fully furnished, so I had very few things. I had four large bags, and he seemed surprised I had so much packed.

I had hoped to get there early so I could change, but I could tell he was in a hurry.

I asked him "will this outfit work for the banquet?"

He laughed a bit and said "yeah, it'll work" and told me to get in the golf cart. I thanked him for all his help and told him I was really excited that he'd offered to be my mentor. He smiled and agreed: "I think I may be more excited than you, I'm so proud of you and look forward to guiding you through this process".

He drove me to the main library and I was shocked at how many people were in the main banquet hall. Was the entire campus here? It is welcome week, but I thought this was just a simple dinner for the scholarship recipients and their mentors. I saw almost everyone I had met last year. I needed a quick trip to the restroom, so Mr. Jones just told me to meet him on stage. While I was taking a leak, a buddy of mine, Miles, from my freshmen photography class saw me and decided to chat me up from the next urinal: "Hey man! You excited for tonight? These poor schmucks...". "What?" "These scholarship 'winners'... are about to be stripped butt naked in front of the whole school! Can you imagine!?, being that desperate for money you'd spend the rest of your time here butt naked!" "What? What are you talking about?". My face clearly confused and pale. What was he talking about? "Dude, everyone is here for the big reveal. These 10 guys agreed to spend their entire time at University completely naked and to ight they lose their clothes! I have my camera ready". "Oh shit" "What's wrong man?". "What have I done?"

I race out of the restroom looking for an escape, but Mr. Jones at the ready, grabs me and escorts me to the stage. I try to protest, but he just smiles and assured me there are no other options. I can't back out now. The contract had been signed. As I'm lead up to the stage, I see a long table with 21 chairs, 19 already filled. It appears to be the the scholarship recipients, their mentors, and the university president in the middle. The empty two chairs just next to him. Mr. Jones walks me to my seat and just as I sit, the music quiets down and every eye in the room seems to stare at the stage. The University President, Mr. Allen, gives me a bit of a wink. Come to think of it, he'd encouraged me to apply for the scholarship. He'd also been a bit of a mentor to me my first year. I felt special getting so much attention. Everyone I met seemed to really care about my education.

He welcomes everyone to the banquet and explains the program. Apparently it is a movement sweeping the nation, but he is excited to announce that our school's chapter has been chosen as a true social experiment with a reality tv tie-in. Our campus has been outfitted with cameras everywhere inside The Cave, all campus buildings... Basically anywhere and everywhere we would be streaming live for everyone in the world to see. My brain is still reeling. Naked... Am I about to get naked? What have I done? I kind of tune out for a while in disbelief... Until I hear him say "the moment I'm sure you've all been waiting for... The BIG reveal... Scholarship winners... Please take your spots up on the table".

All the guys, some who look familiar a few I've never seen before... stand up on the table. There are circle platforms for each of us to stand on. Mr. Jones whispers... "Hey... Hurry up". This can't be good. I do as I'm told. There are spotlights highlighting each of us. The crowd is going wild as Mr. Allen says: "Please strip to your underwear". Holy shit. THIS IS HAPPENING. Everyone begins to peel their clothes off. Is this a dream? I've fantasized about something like this happening to someone else. Is this real life? I reach for the bottom of my shirt and slowly begin to peel it up. The chill in the air immediately making my nipples hard. Mr. Jones stands up and gets behind me... As all the other mentors do. Helping to pile up our clothes well out of the way. The crowd is whistling and taking tons of pictures. Miles is in the front row with a huge smile on his face Mr. Jones smiles and leans in to whisper in my ear"I told you those clothes would work just fine"... as I unbutton my belt and drop trou in front of the entire school. Why oh why did I HAVE to wear tighty whities?!? Miles and the entire section in front of my squeal with laughter. Everyone else seems to have sexy underwear on... One guy, I think his name is Miguel, has a stripper thong, and the amazing body to go with it... and another guy...Dawson, I recognize from the football team... has a jockstrap... His huge cute bubble butt fully on display. His mentor, the football coach is practically salivating at the hairy buns before him. Mr. Allen smiles and laughs a bit as he steps back to the microphone saying "alright, now let's all get a good look, scholarship winners, please place your hands on your hips as we give you a bit of a spin. The platforms we are standing on each begin to slowly turn. Fuck me. Dawson embarrassed at having his ass shown tries to cover up. Mr. Allen quickly reminds us all to place our hands on our hips. Dawson was red faced and so embarrassed. The crowd pointed in amazement at our school's tight end. Camera clicks were non stop. After a slow rotation we were once again facing the crowd. Mr. Allen continued, mentors please assume the position... Each stepped up behind each of us and placed their hands on our waistbands, before we could move our hands they each quickly dropped our undies to our ankles and pulled them away. Stepping back away from us and the platforms began to spin again. I am completely naked, on stage, with nine other men in front of the entire school. My floppy cock stirred, but I was too embarrassed to get aroused. Miguel on the other hand was hard as a rock, just like the meaty guy next to him. I instinctively cover my crotch as did Dawson and a few of the other guys. Mr. Allen reminded us once again to keep our hands on our hips. If we disobey again there would be consequences. I am shocked! Butt ass naked with everyone staring. And the cameras!?! Hopefully my family wouldn't be watching. What would my parents say? They were so proud of me getting a scholarship. And my brothers! Fuuuuuuuck. I'll never hear the end of this. After two slow rotations letting everyone stare at our naked bodies, we are directed to be seated. As I sit at the table, I noticed it was specifically designed to allow the crowd to see all of us. Nothing is covered. We are sitting butt naked cocks out and get served a phenomenal dinner. Mr. Jones places his hand on my thigh and whispers, "good boy, now lets eat". My cock stirs again at his touch and he notices. He twirls his hand a bit before digging in to the meal in front of us.

After a quick meal, most of us winners barely able to eat, we are all dismissed, a small opening in the crowd opening up to allow us to walk off stage. We are led back single file through the library by Mr. Allen. Our mentors leave through the back. The crowd touching and feeling whatever they want. Miles waved his hand all down my abs, before letting his hand slightly graze my floppy cock as I walked by. My old roommate laughed, as he gave me a slightly empathetic wave. A professor who I had seen a few times, drooling over him as he worked out at the campus gym made a beeline for me, just to give my ass a nice slap. Whispering "looking forward to looking more" as I passed. Almost to the exit, a repreve? As the doors open... Our naked bodies out in the open... We see the rest of the campus community and town even lining our path across campus. We are forced to walk completely naked all the way to The Cave. Our path lined with curious onlookers.

My world has changed. What did I sign?

We walk in to The Cave and are shocked by the sight before us.

For the company, it meant a write-down of close to $250k. For the workers, it meant destruction of their contaminated clothes and a dull spray down in the chemical shower. The guys all lined up naked as they were hosed down, and then they were ordered out the front, still dripping wet and naked.

They goofed around for a few minutes to ease the tension, then stood at attention when the coach and the medical staff entered the room. There was an awkward silence as the guys locked eyes with the medical staff... and their assistants. To their horror, they realized the assistants were girls from their class.

"Men, you'll notice that there are a few girls from the nursing program here today. They will be observing the physicals for course credit. I expect you all to be on your best behavior."

"Y-yes, sir!" the embarrassed young men said in unison.

They stood there quaking under their classmates' gazes. All at once, the banter and horseplay ceased. They were no longer jocks in their environment - they were just naked boys blushing furiously in front of cute girls.