The boys of the visiting Matador soccer
team were dumbfounded, numbed with incredulity as they were marched,
buck naked, right out of the Herons' locker and shower building at
North Bay High. There clothes were stashed away in the lockers, which
they had been helplessly marched past, given no chance to retreive so
much as a jock strap to cover their bobbing cocks. In fact, their
exposed cocks and balls were securely and firmly constrained by the
cock chains of the girls of Nort Bay High. It was late afternoon, and
the boys were swept with a feeling of incredible exposure as they were
led along the streets of the city, heading the few blocks to Bayside
Park. They had never felt so naked in all their lives!
The girls had become experts in the use of the leash, delighting in
using it to give the penises and testicles of these boys a much
exaggerated swinging motion as they marched them along. Though it was a
very warm day, these new-to-public-nudity males were shivering with
goose flesh from the embarassing experience of walking down a public
street, in broad daylight, naked to the world. And knowing that they
could do nothing whatsoever about it. They couldn't even hide their
wiggling dicks with their hands, since they were cuffed behind their
backs!
Ramon and Carlos glanced at each other. As the lead players of their
team, they were being marched at the front of the group. The brothers
tried to encourage each other; they were used to seeing each other
naked- but not in such a public manner. "Hang in there, my brother.
This is really embarassing, but we are together, and the team is with
us. And this is something normal to the people here," Ramon said.
"I know," Carlos answered,"but it is so weird. I feel so helpless and
vulnerable, with my balls in this thing. I know we've skinny-dipped at
the beach, and showered with the team, but we have no control over
this! I can't believe I'm walking naked in public, a girl leading me by
the dick!"
Jaime Sanchez was having an even bigger problem. He was marching in the
second row, with a teammate on either side. Just in front of him, Ramon
and Carlos were marching, captive to the girls at their sides. The
girls controlling he and the boys to either side, were behind them. He
had a diredt view of the naked helplessness of the two star
players...and their muscular, perfect buttocks, flexing with each
stride they made. Jaime had never...NEVER...paid much attention before.
He was a macho hombre, like his teammates. But with those two handsome,
popular, well-liked jocks naked right in front of his eyes, and almost
having to watch their bare bottoms....oh, shit!...he could feel his
cock starting to stiffen. Oh, NO! He tried to will it away, but it just
seemed to get worse!! Now it stood straight out in front of him,
wagging back and forth as he walked. He had to make it go away, before
anyone noticed this arousal that he did not want..not here..not NOW! He
felt totally drained, as if the bottom had been kicked out from under
his dignity, and it all flowed rapidly away. He couldn't stop his
growing erection, and soon had a fully hard, towering boner swaying
back and forth across his lower belly, like the pendulum of some crazed
clock, ticking left and right with each forced step! The minutes seemed
like hours to him. Someone was going to give him a hell of a razzing
for getting hard, watching the asses of his teammates! Why?!! Why am I
sporting a raging hard-on? These are my buddies, and I...I.. am not
like.. that! He felt confused, embarassed. The other guys must be so
focused on their own efforts to deal with public nakedness, that they
haven't noticed my...er..problem!
"Hey, Jose, check out Jaime's boner!" Enrique suddenly said, loud
enough for several others to hear.
"What's that all about, dude?" Jose asked, giving him a dirty look.
"Didn't you get enough of that, jerking off in the showers, man?!"
Jaime just hung his head, helpless to answer. He couldn't help it, he
thought.
They were now entering the park, which they saw was crowded with
hundreds of people. Soccer fans from the earlier game had come here for
a party afterwards.
"It was so strange to see that team playing in uniforms! Here they
come, naked. That's much more like it!" one lady was saying to another.
"Oh, for sure. Males wearing clothes...what a ludicrous sight. I've
gotten so used to seeing them all nude, that it seems foolish to waste
clothes on...well, on a mere male! Ha-ha ha!" She laughed at the idea
of allowing men to wear clothes.
"Sort of like putting clothes on dogs, at a pet show. It's so funny
because it is so unnecessary!" the first woman said.
"Right! Exactly! Men in clothes. What would be the point? I remember
how shocking it was, at first, when they had to give them up. But we've
all gotten so used to seeing them naked...even my prudish old aunt was
smiling and enjoying the spectacle within a few days. Even she wouldn't
want to go back to the days of clothed men."
"Well, some of the men still think they should be able to cover up.
Some are still timid about their exposure."
"That's so cute, when they blush! Like these foreign boys, here. Look
how they look like they would run and hide, if only the girls would let
go. Praises to the inventor of the man-leash! Keeps them in their
place."
"Well, you can see it deflates their egos, and bruises their dignity."
"Did you ever see a male ego that didn't need a little deflating,
honey? And as for male dignity! Would you feel any dignity if you were
totally naked in public all the time? It's the natural and proper
condition for males...nudity, I mean. They do the hard work, they sweat
and get dirty. Clothes used to be such a nuisance on them. They should
thank us for ridding them of the encumbrance; and they are so
pleasantly co-operative, now. Look at the docility of these macho
sports jocks, almost immediately upon becoming subject to the leash!"
The boys were paraded around the park, meeting many girls, boys, and
faculty of NBH, and families of the local team. Both teams met on a
stage, bowing and waving to the crowd, and received awards for their
performance in the school's first international exhibition game.
The Matador team noticed how their old pal, Diego, almost basked in the
attention, as did his teammate, Nate. Why, they even had semi-erections
right there on the stage! Diego was really beginning to fit right
in!
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