Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2013 23:47:52 +0000 (GMT) From: James Robert Subject: Forced to Wank - Next Day at the Office - Part Seven Forced to Wank - Next Day at the Office - Part Seven My heart was racing in my chest as Daniel unlocked the toilet door - the last thing I wanted was for Andy and me to be caught by the whole rugby team. The only thing I could think of was to try and escape, so I whispered across at Andy "Get ready to peg it..." and so as soon as Daniel opened the door, Andy and I ran at full pelt down the corridor and through the changing room. The team were all so startled at seeing the pair of us sprinting through that, in their naked, towel- clad, or half-dressed states, they weren't able to stop us as we barged out of the changing room door, down the steps, and started heading back to the office building. I turned my head to see a couple of them make it to the door, but they must have felt we were too far off so retreated back into the changing room. I hoped I would never encounter them again. We slowed down to get our breath back as we got near reception and I reminded Andy to wipe the streaks of cum off his cheeks and forehead. He did this, instinctively licking his fingers clean as he did so, tasting the fresh teenage spunk. We then readjusted our packages in the tight trousers so we looked decent, and tightened our ties, before heading into the office reception area. "Well you've just made it in time" the man from my cabin said, "I was starting to think you didn't want the contract..." "And I'm glad to see that you've cleaned up. But what's this, Andy? It looks like there's some spunk in your eyebrow!" Andy blushed red and looked around him, embarrassed that someone else in reception might have seen or heard. "I'll have to punish you for that later. But's let get to the restaurant now." And with that, holding my briefcase and overnight bag, but giving me back my mobile phone, he ushered us out of the office building. It wasn't late, but up here in Northern Scotland the winter days were short, so it was already dusk as we left the office. He walked us to the bus stop, choosing to take public transport for our journey into the town centre. As the bus approached, the man said "Now get on and go to the back of the top deck." What did he have in mind for us, I wondered. We both must have looked a bit stupid in the school uniforms, with our genitals prominent against the cheap tight trousers, but we got on and made our way upstairs. Luckily it was quite empty, so we had the back of the bus to ourselves. He sat in a row much nearer the front, his smartphone in his hand. We sat at the back, not knowing what to expect. Then my phone buzzed as a text message came through. I read it out to Andy. "Take off your underwear and put it on the seat at the front of the top deck." My heart thumped. He wanted us to do that here on the bus? The windows reflected us from the lights inside, giving anyone else on the top deck a good view, and anyone looking in from outside would be able to see us. We looked at each other, but he had too much incriminating evidence for us to refuse, so we both slipped off our shoes and self-consciously started to slide our trousers down our legs, revealing the snuggly-fitting boxer briefs we had stolen from the boys rugby team, and our hairy, well-toned legs. I could see our reflection in the bus window. Then, as quickly as we could, we whipped down the boxers and pulled the trousers back up over our exposed crotches. We then got up and walked down to the front of the bus, putting the underwear on the seat at the front as ordered. Once we got back to our seats my phone buzzed again. I read the message and showed it to Andy, my heart sinking. "I didn't tell you to put your trousers back on before bringing the underwear to the front of the bus. Now come back to the front as I had expected you to be dressed and take your underwear back with you." He seriously wanted us to walk half naked down the length of the bus? I looked at our audience - a few pensioners, a couple of students, and a middle aged couple. We'd just have to hope they were talking or reading the paper rather than watching us. At least the in-bus CCTV hadn't made it to this part of Scotland yet, so it wouldn't be recording us do this. With butterflies in my chest, I slipped the trousers off, revealing my naked legs, cock and balls to the world. Andy did the same, and I checked out his uncut shaft nestling amidst his bushy pubes. I could feel the hairs on our legs touching as we sat close together on the seat, and the itchy seat material against my naked buttocks and balls. Trying to be discreet, we stood up quietly and then walked close together to the front of the bus, hoping that our shirt tails would cover our arses. As we reached the front, I could see our reflection in the front window, making it very clear that we weren't wearing underwear, as my penis and dark pubes reflected back at the bus passengers. I quickly grabbed the boxers and put them in front of my cock then walked to the back of the bus as quickly as I could. My heart was pounding as I got to the back and looked round. The students were sniggering and whispering, and a couple of the pensioners looked a bit shocked. The man from my cabin was recording the whole thing on his smartphone. And yet, despite everything, the thrill of my debasement was turning me on, my penis swelling at the thought of people seeing me, my nipples hardening under the cheap white shirt fabric. We were now naked from the waist down, except for our socks, in the bus, where anyone could walk back and see us. We didn't know whether to put our trousers and boxer briefs back on, as we didn't want to risk another forfeit by guessing what the man from my cabin would say. Andy was very nervous, as he was more exposed, sitting by the aisle. My phone then buzzed again. "Switch shirts" was the order this time. Fuck, we would be completely naked on the bus in the middle of following this command. But I loosened my tie and started undoing the buttons on the shirt, and I could see in the reflections in the windows that Andy was doing the same. He was first to take off his shirt, so I got to see his naked body, his toned chest and taut nipples, and his treasure trail into his pubes, as he sat on the orange and brown coloured bench seat, while I continued to unbutton my shirt. I heard him mutter "Hurry up" and then I stripped off my shirt, exposing my hairier chest to those on the bus, so I was also fully naked. I looked at us both reflecting in the window, totally nude amongst fully clothed people. And then Andy slipped on my shirt, and I tried to put on his. It was a real struggle as it was definitely a couple of sizes too small, so it was stretched across my chest and made my nipples very visible against the material. My phone then buzzed once more. "Before we get off the bus, wank each other's cocks until you get hard, then stand up and show me. Then switch boxers and put your trousers back on." Something deep and depraved within me was turned on at the thought of standing up and showing my erection to the world. So when Andy reached across and grasped my cock, I was already half hard. And having his slim fingers wrapped around my shaft at the same time as I was feeling his thick penis in my hand, his pubes brushing the side of my wrist as I started to wank him off, meant it wasn't long before I was erect. Andy took longer, the stress of the situation impacting his performance, but I reached across and tweaked and teased his nipples under the polycotton shirt fabric, and that caused his penis to swell in my hand. With his erection now proudly jutting out from his pubes, the skin pulling back to reveal the shiny head of his cock, we then both stood up, revealing our erections to the bus passengers. They were reflected in the bus windows, standing proud, exposed to anyone who might look. My heart was thumping as we stood there, seemingly for ages, until the man acknowledged us and allowed us to sit down. The bus started to slow for the stop. We reached over and took the boxer briefs that the other had been wearing, and put them on over our still stiff cocks. I could see where the superhero pants had been cupping Andy's balls, and they were very tight on me, stretching obscenely around my hard cock as I stuffed it in. He also pulled up the Jockey boxer briefs that I had been wearing previously, pulling them up over his toned, lightly haired legs and arranging his cock and balls inside the briefs. We then quickly pulled up the trousers and put on our shoes, ready to make our way down the stairs. The cheap trouser material was tight against our erect members, and they tented the front of the trousers. Suddenly there was another text, addressed to Andy. "For failing to clean your face earlier, keep your cock and balls outside your fly as you get off the bus". Andy looked at me, aghast. He was near to tears at the thought of this level of exposure. The thought of him doing that just made me harder, but he was not at all comfortable. However, he knew better than to disobey the man, so unzipped his fly and pulled the top of his briefs down, so his package could be slipped out through the fly opening on his trousers. He had lost his erection with the fear of the exposure, but I enjoyed looking at his smooth uncut cock, skin now covering the shiny head, and his bushy pubes as they stuck out through the zip fly. As we got up to leave I stepped in front of him so that he could keep close against me, but coming down the stairs it was obvious to anyone looking in our direction that I had an erection, my cock shaft outlined against the fabric, and Andy couldn't keep hidden by me all the time, meaning he gave the old women on the bottom deck an eyeful of his bouncing, uncut penis and a couple of schoolkids near the exit doors pointed and sniggered as he got out. Andy reddened at this humiliation. And then we were off the bus, onto the cold, damp street. Andy quickly hid his cock from view by zipping up his fly, being careful not to catch his skin in the zipper. What would the man from my cabin have in store for us at the restaurant he was leading us to? This is the continuation of my first story - Forced to Wank on the Overnight Train. I would welcome any comments or suggestions. It turns me on to know if you have been wanking to this story, and if you've done anything like the characters in this story. My email address is jr75_xxx@yahoo.co.uk Thanks to all those who wrote in response to the first parts - I have tried to take some of the ideas on board. Please think about donating to Nifty to keep the service up and running.