Juan had a big surprise for his son,
Diego. After only a few weeks at his new school, and a rapid
improvement in his performance on the soccer team, his Dad arranged a
special event.
"Son, I have been able to arrange for your old team, from your school
in spain, to come here for an international match against the North Bay
Herons! The company has agreed to sponsor them on a trip to Capitol
City as part of a marketing campaign. You will soon see your old
team-mates again," he said.
Diego was elated by the news! He missed his old friends a lot, even
though he had found some great new friends since moving to the United
Republic. He suddenly had a thought. "How well do you think they will
face the idea of playing soccer in the buff, Dad?"
"Actually, they won't have to do that. Since they are on a special
arrangement to visit here, they have been temporarily exempted from the
nudity regulations. Your team, however, will be required to play nude,
just as always."
Another challenge: facing all his old buddies on the field again, with
the disadvantage of standing before them without a stitch of clothes.
^^^^^^^^^^^
Game Day, Heron Field
The Matadors were dressed out in their sharp black and red uniforms
when Diego walked into the locker room. Ramon Garcia burst out
laughing, and so did the entire Matador team. Seeing their old
team-mate standing buck naked in front of them was hilariously funny.
Not that they hadn't seen him nude before, in the showers and such. But
to know that he was permanently and publicly nude, and about to face
them on the field, in the buff, before hundreds of spectators...well,
how could they not laugh at the idea. Besides, the game would be
videotaped, and they would show it to friends back home, later. Ramon's
brother, Carlos, was on his videophone, talking to his girlfriend Ana,
back home in Spain. He aimed the camera lens at Diego, so Ana could see
what he was laughing about, and she giggled while gathering two of her
friends to view the sight Carlos was sending her. Diego blushed a deep
crimson, but didn't bother to hide his genitals with his hands, as he
would have done a few weeks ago. He was getting used to the inescapable
exposure.
Ramon gave Diego a big bear hug. "It is fantastic to see you, Amigo! I
can't believe you are living naked, even seeing it with my own eyes!"
"Well, you should have seen MY shock, the first day we got here! You
lucky jocks managed to keep your clothes. But that will not give you
victory on the field, today, my friend!" Diego answered him, managing a
smile.
Later, the two teams ran onto the field, Matadors sporting their crisp
uniforms, and the Herons clad only in shoes, with a Heron logo across
their backs, in body paint, with their numbers stencilled on their
shoulders. The Herons had not faced a clothed team of boys in over two
years, and the whole scene was a little strange to both sides. But once
the game started, the heat of play took their minds off the dichotomy
of the scene, a case of "skins vs. shirts" taken to the extreme!
In the end, the lack of uniforms may have been a slight advantage, as
they edged out the Matadors in a narrow victory. Diego was especially
pleased with the win, since it proved that he was regaining his old
confidence and playing his best, despite the unwilling transition to a
nude lifestyle, a naked male in a land ruled by privileged, clothed
women.
^^^^^^^^^^^
Hitting the showers together, the Herons and Matadors were introduced
all around by Diego, who knew everyone there. The naked Spanish boys
lathered up alongside the Republic lads, and made jokes and told
stories to catch Diego up on events back home.
Suddenly, a stream of girls poured into the locker room, lining up with
the wet, naked jocks in full view before them. The visiting team
members gaped in surprise, cut off from access to their clothes by the
throng of girls. They flung their hands over their exposed cocks, and
turned to conceal themselves, but to no avail. The Heron boys would
have none of it, crowding their visiting opponents to the fore-front,
in clear view of the girls.
Billy said, "It must be time for the Shower Team to perform, hey girls?"
"Absolutely!" called out Lisa, a charming brunette. "And we want a good
competition from the visitors!"
"What are you talking about? Get out of here!" Carlos shouted at the
girls.
Nate laughed. "They aren't about to leave, until they get what they
came for, dude. You're all about to get a cultural experience you won't
forget! Girls know they have the upper hand over guys, and they don't
hesitate to use it. You won't get out of here without some dramatic
loss to your macho dignity."
"Huh? What do you mean, man?" demanded Ramon, incredulous that these
girls would so brazenly storm into the shower room while they were all
naked!
"What he means is that you hunky studs are going to give another
performance, a little different than the one on the field. Our boys
hold a wanking competition for our enjoyment, whenever we require it.
Today, it will be a competition between the two teams," Amy explained.
"What? What's a wanking competition?" Ramon asked, puzzled at the
unfamiliar word.
"It means masturbation. Jacking off. While they watch us... and YOU!"
Nate confirmed his fears.
"NO WAY! We're not doing that, in front of you, or these girls!" he
protested.
"Oh, but you are. We all are," Nate said, grabbing his soapy dick and
starting to massage it to stiffness. Ramon and Carlos gaped in
amazement when Diego began to do the same, sprouting wood openly in
front of them all.
When they refused to cooperate, the local boys, outnumbering them due
to the presence of the B squad, grabbed them, while the girls produced
paddles and stung their wet, naked bottoms. The macho guys decided that
cooperation was the easier road out of there, and voiced their
willingness to yield.
As they faced the girls in submission, the two teams were directed to
face off and masturbate. The first team to have a majority of their
jocks ejaculate would be the winner. If the Herons win, they get the
rest of the day leash-free. If the Matadors win, they get their clothes
back; lose, and they learn what life is like for naked boys where girls
rule.
With a wave of embarassment sweeping through them, the Matador boys
reached for their dicks and began fondling them, hardly beleiving they
were doing it, openly, with a crowd of girls cheering them on. And an
opposing team of boys jacking off in front of them, as if it were an
ordinary thing to do. Ramon and Carlos, being brothers, had seen each
other do the deed before. but neither had done it in the presence of
anyone else. Now, here they were! They never felt so naked in their
lives, shivers went over them as they realized their teammates were
standing behind them, watching their bare asses. The opposite team had
a full frontal view of them stroking their cocks, and to either side, a
whole crowd of fully clothed girls was watching this forced showing of
their intimate self-pleasuring act. Ramon marvelled that Nate and Diego
seemed to really get into their show, almost writhing in delight as
they began to erupt in huge spurts of jizz, moaning unabashedly in
orgasmic delight. Soon, they were all shooting their loads on the tiled
floor. But the Heron boys had definitely won the shower match! The
girls whooped with a victory shout, like cheerleaders for the team.
They zeroed in on the visiting boys and looped their manly parts in
their leashes, ordered them to rinse off, and marched them to the
towels. each boy was toweled dry by two or three eager girls, and led
helplessly past the lockers, which held the clothes they so badly
wanted to put on. Not a chance. They were marched off, stark naked, to
Bayside Park, where a victory celebration was awaiting the Herons, and
incredible public exposure for the Matador team.
"Oh, NO!" thought Carlos. The victory party was to be included on the
videotape to be shown to the schoolmates back home!
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